#ryan dunn x reader smut

[vivaladicamillo]

“i dont give a fuck im doing it..”

being the carefree original jackass girl

[dunnswrld]

“dont make a mess sweetheart i gotta stunt in ten minutes.”

is what johnny said to you as he lifted his head from the sweet spot between your thighs, a cocky grin plastered on the fake cowboys face as your juices and his spit dripped down his chin.

“f-fuck off.”

you said breathlessly, johnny only letting out a soft chuckle before he spoke.

“aw dont be so mean.”

is all he said before he connected his lips with your sensitive cilt again. a moan leaving your lips as his mouth returned to the spot you needed him the most.

your fingers were tangled in johnnys brown hair as he ate you like his last meal, the sound of his soft groans could not only be heard but felt against your core; shivers going up your spin as your eyes crossed from the amount of overwhelming pleasure.

everytime johnny was between your thighs it was better then the last if thats even possible. you swear there was no man that enjoyed eating pussy more then your boyfriend did.

johnnys brown eyes looked up at you from between your thighs. his erection only ached more as he saw your reaction to him between your thighs, you looked completely overstimulated with pleasure and he loved it.

this only motivated johnny to push himself deeper between your thighs, his tongue lapping circles around your cilt as lewd slurping noises came from his actions. a high pitched moan leaving your lips as your grip on johnnys hair tightened.

“j-johnny i-im gonna-”

you felt johnnys grip on your hips tighten as he became almost determined to make you cum, and make you cum hard.

you could swear you saw stars as you let out a strain of moans as your hands tried to grab anything they could, a intense wave of pleasure shooting through your body as johnny didnt even care to slow down. he wanted you to be completely worn out from his tongue.

it wasnt until your chest began to rise and fall heavily did johnny stop, slowly kissing his way from between your legs to your cheek. he then gave you a sweet and passionate kiss, he slightly laughed feeling how lazily you kissed back. you were beat.

when johnny pulled away from the kiss you saw his mouth and face that was covered with your cum and his spit. your face couldnt help but turn red at seeing the aftermath of your boyfriend eating you out.

“i said dont make a mess sweetheart.”

johnny softly teased with a shit-eating smirk on his face, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his mouth off.

(coming back from the dead to write the smallest piece of whatever this is cause i had the urge to write maybe if it does good ill write again idk😟)

[jackassbrainrot]

nasty new compulsion [dunn x f!reader]

desc: you're a part of the jackass crew. you and ryan are totally just friends ;)

a/n: another ry fic! touchy tease ryan >>>, can't stop writing him and oh my god this is so much longer than I expected it to be I just got sucked into it

warnings: smut, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex

word count: 1129

Being Tremaine's assistant is a pain in the ass, or more accurately, he is. Despite having to listen to him bark out orders the entire day, working on the movie has been fun, especially since meeting Ryan Dunn. He's somehow the most normal of the cast and you two clicked the moment you met. Everyone knew you'd become the best of friends due to Bam's constant bitching about Dunn replacing him. You'd reassure him saying you'd never be as close to Ryan as he was, which was true, but you'd never tell him you were closer in other ways.

You were fumbling with some mics behind a trailer, when you felt Ryan's arms wrap around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, his beard scratching your soft skin as he places teasing kisses on your neck. "Aren't you supposed to be filming?" You try to shake him off gently, not wanting to get caught by the others, though you couldn't resist tilting your head to give him more access to your neck. "Mm, no, they're doin' the muscle stimulator thing, they won't be needin' me for a while." You can feel his sly smile against your skin, his lips travelling up your neck to whisper in your ear. "C'mon, I need you."

"Don't say that!" You finally turn around, breaking away from his grip, your voice coming out as a squeak. He chuckles lowly, looking down at you with lust filled eyes as he pushes your body against the trailer. One hand on your waist, the other holding the side of your neck as he kisses down it again, making your breath hitch. The warmth of his body leaves yours suddenly and you look up at him with confusion.

"I mean, if you're not up for it, I guess I'll go join the guys." He's gone before you even get the chance to say anything. You hear Jeff yell your name and you quickly straighten yourself out before getting back to work. For the rest of the day you stare daggers at Dunn, watching him wink at you with a knowing smile across his face.

You're sitting in the passenger seat of Tremaine's car, Knoxville and Kosick in the back, arguing over who knows what. "Hey, Jeff, can you do me a favor?" You ask quietly, trying to keep your conversation far from your other coworkers' ears. "Depends." He replies, suspicion in his voice. "How long do you think you could keep Bam out of his room when we get back to the hotel?" He pauses for a moment before speaking again. "You owe me."

When you get to the hotel, you jump out of the car, smiling at Tremaine before running up the stairs to Dunn and Bam's room. Bam opens the door, a half empty beer bottle hanging from his tattooed hand already. "Jeff told me to come get you." You blurt out before he even gets to say a word and he groans "Now?" He whines, sounding like a teenager whose mom just told him to clean his room. You nod, trying to hide your smile as Ryan steps up behind him. "Go, before he goes all directorzilla on you." Ryan says, earning a groan from the younger man as he walks out of the room. You watch him go down the hallway before Ryan pulls you into his room.

"He's gonna come back in a minute when he realizes Tremaine doesn't actually need him for shit." He says with a smug look on his face, contrasting the hands softly holding your waist. "I asked Jeff to keep him distracted for a bit." A wicked smile spreads over your face as you look up at him, draping your arms around his neck. "Oh, you little minx." He looks down at you, his light eyes dark with lust, as he walks back until his legs hit the bed, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

Your lips meet his in a desperate kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. "Aren't you desperate?" He mumbles against your lips as his hands slip under your shirt. "Your fault." You breathe out and he chuckles before unclasping your bra and taking it and your shirt off in one smooth movement.

"Let me make it up to you." He says, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, kissing down your chest as he unbuttons your jeans. You help him take them off and he unhooks the towel hanging around his waist, throwing it across the room. His mouth latches onto your nipple as his fingers rub your clit slowly, making you whine out his name.

Your hand drops down to his hair again, pulling at his golden strands, making him groan. He trails kisses down your torso, sucking a hickey over your hipbone, making you squirm. Going lower, he makes sure to kiss everywhere except your pussy. You let out another whine, trying to push his head down when his movements still, looking up at your desperate expression. "Can't even take a bit of teasing, huh?" He mocks. "I've been taking it the whole day, asshole!" You cry out in frustration.

"Alright, alright." He puts his hands up defensively, kneeling between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He leans down to kiss you as his dick enters you agonizingly slow, dragging a moan out of your occupied mouth. Your hips buck up but he holds them down, pinning you down on the mattress as he keeps his thrusts slow and deep. "Ry, please, I need you to go faster, please!"

"You need it?" He teases, watching you nod frantically under him. Suddenly you feel yourself getting picked up off the bed as he flips you so you're on top of him. "Take what you need, then." You move your hips at a pace much quicker than his was, holding onto his tattooed arms to keep yourself balanced. His hands roam over your body as he watches you ride him with half lidded eyes.

As you feel your body going taut, tightening around his dick, you lean down to kiss him to silence the scream threatening to slip from your lips. His dick twitches inside you, pushing you over the edge as you moan into his mouth, feeling his cum spill into you. You collapse, falling on his chest.

"I'm not sleeping there, that shit's contaminated!" Bam's scream rings out through the hallway, Knoxville's cackle following right after. Both you and Ryan laugh, lying next to each other, exhausted. "Well, no need to sneak around anymore, huh?" You ask, making him laugh again, before you both fall asleep to the sound of Bam whining about you stealing his best friend and his room.

[dangerehrenn]

I hope ur good and love your writing it's so good :)

quick question tho, how do you think the boys would react to pierced nipples on their partner????

ohhh they would go crazy

the boys finding out you have nipple piercings

in this: johnny, chris, bam

suggestive content

im gonna do this with the same scenario, and different reactions

it’s a regular day, filming new overly dangerous content with the guys, and someone has the genius idea for you to do a stunt into the water.

(like steveos stunt where he vaulted into the water from the bridge or whatever it was lol).

your boyfriend has been given the task of explaining the stunt to you, and as he’s explaining, you take your hoodie off in preparation. only to realise, shit. your shirt came off with your hoodie.

as your relationship with your boyfriend is relatively new, he had no idea you had nipple piercings…

well. he does now.

johnny:

he immediately stumbles over his words as you slowly realise you’ve just flashed your boyfriend

he clears his throat, then that signature knoxville smirk covers his face

“well. i didn’t know about those” he says cheekily, pointing at your nipple piercings that youre desperately trying to cover up

he’ll tell you to move your hands so he can get a better look

which earns him a slap on the arm for being so cheeky

“i like em baby. why cover them up?” he says, chuckling

he tries to steal a few more glances, then he’ll kiss you and carry on explaining the stunt to you

for the rest of the shoot, he seems very distracted, always lost in his thoughts

you catch his eye as he smirks to himself, and he blushes slightly before smiling again.

you know exactly what he was thinking about

chris:

oh boy

now he’s had a glimpse of them, he has to see them again

now, he’s a gentleman

so he’ll help you cover up

but he quickly ushers you away from everyone else and somewhere private

“since when?” he says, giggling

you play dumb, asking him what he’s talking about

which prompts him to pretend to grab his own boobs

“your piercings, babe” he says, smirking

he asks you the regular questions, did it hurt, is it sensitive, what happens if someone has a magnet

all that stuff

for the rest of the day, he’s distracted - staring constantly

“babe, do you think i’d suit them?”

bam:

he’s a little shit

so he steals your shirt and hoodie

“move your hands and i’ll give you your shirt back” he says, smirking

if you’re adamant you’re not gonna show him, he gives you your shirt back with a sheepish apology

he disappears for a minute, then comes back in time to see you do the stunt (take what you want from this ;) )

he drops the subject for the rest of the shoot, but you can tell he’s thinking about them

afterwards when you’re relaxing, you can tell he’s still thinking about them

so flash the man and let him be happy

“jesus christ are you tryin’ to kill me?” he smirks

or just tell him he can ask the questions he has

he’s like chris, asking the usual questions

and of course

“can i touch them?” he asks with his cheeky smile

[missusdunn]

Bam Margera X f!reader X Ryan Dunn pt.1

Warnings!! - Smut, Oral f!giving, cussing, 18++++

Dating Bam Margera threw you into a lot of spontaneous adventures. The parties, impulsive trips across the world, dangerous stunts. It became normal to expect the unexpected. The only predictable thing about Bam was his selfishness especially when it came to you. You are his and his only. You couldn’t even have a friendly conversation with another man without Bam going into a bitch fit. However, there is one exception. Ryan Dunn. They’re a two-in-one deal. You can’t get close to one without the other. And Bam trusts Ryan so no reason for jealousy. Just a trio of pals.

One night, Ryan invites the two of you to his apartment to drink and hang out. Anticlimactic but fun nonetheless. You and Bam head over there with a bottle of vodka and let yourselves in. “Oh hey, you two! Thanks for knocking, so considerate!” Ryan greeted. Bam chuckles and says “Don’t act like you don’t walk into my house like that, asswipe.” “Whatever,” Ryan grabs the vodka from Bam “this’ll make up for it.” I roll my eyes, kick off my shoes, and make my way to the couch. Bam follows suit and Ryan goes to the kitchen to get cups. Bam stretches and melts into his seat. “Finally a night to relax with my two favorite people.” He smiles and puts his arm over my shoulder. I playfully roll my eyes “Don’t be sappy just to get into my pants later.” He sarcastically puts his hands up “Sorry, sorry.” He smirks. “I have better tactics anyway.” He cups my face with his right hand and leans in for a kiss. Of course, I kiss back and it doesn’t take long until his tongue is in my mouth. After a few more seconds Ryan is back. “Excuse me but I’d appreciate it if you two didn’t fuck on my couch!” He says playfully. “We’re not fucking, Dunn,” Bam grumbles with a slight pout having cut the make-out short. “Yet. Thank god I stopped it just in time.” Ryan says placing cups on the coffee table. I laugh and pick up my glass to fill with liquor. Ryan stops me from picking up the bottle and pours it for me. “Oh, such a gentleman,” I say sarcastically while taking a sip. “Anything for you, darling.” He playfully winks filling up the other two glasses. “You fuckers know I’m right here right?” Bam rolls his eyes as Ryan and I laugh. Bam grabs the remote and tosses it to Ryan. “Put some shit on, Dunn let’s get fucked up.” As he chugs his first round.

A couple hours later we’re all buzzed. It didn’t take long for the TV to become background noise. After multiple conversations filled with slurs and giggles the topic of Ryan’s love life came up.

“You really haven’t been getting any lately?” Bam laughs. “Dude it’s not a big deal!” Ryan defends himself. “I’ve just been busy!” Bam continues to laugh “Yeah you’re so busy binge drinking on your couch!” Ryan’s brows furrow “fuck you.” I hit Bam on the shoulder and give Ryan a sympathetic look. “Ry, there’s no shame in not having sex! Not everyone can be sexually active twenty-four seven.” I say “Unlike some whores…” I motion to Bam. Ryan lets out a chuckle and Bam rolls his eyes. “If I’m a whore that would make you one too, idiot,” Bam argues. “Oh babe you and I both know that’s not how it works,” I sigh “Your body count is 10x times mine!” “Whatever since you’re fucking me you’re a whore by association.” He snickers. “You’re such an idiot.” I sip my drink. Bam smirks and leans in. “Your idiot.” Kissing me and turning it into a full-on make-out session in less than ten seconds. That’s gotta be a record.

Ryan groans. “Again please do that anywhere else.” Bam pulls away and looks at his friend. “Yknow what just fucking join, Dunn.” Ryan’s eyes go wide and I’m too shocked to say anything. “What?” Ryan asks, thinking it’s a joke. “It’ll help with your blue balls that make you so pissy,” bam smirks “and I know how long you’ve wanted to fuck y/n.” Ryan keeps his eyes on Bam with red coating his cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bam chuckles “Yes you do!” He points out “Before we started dating you, I would talk about all the things we’d do to her!” Now I’m the one with cherry-red cheeks. “Come on, Dunn you down or not?” Bam looks at me as if he’s asking with his eyes. “I’m down if Ryan’s down…” I stumbled out. Bam looks back at Ryan “Alright, let’s do it then.” Ryan agrees. Bam smirks in satisfaction and motions Ryan to sit next to me. Now I'm in the middle. Bam goes for my neck kissing and sucking. While I’m left looking into his friend’s eyes. Ryan hesitated a little bit but then kissed me like it was the end of the world. My throat vibrated with moans and Bam’s hands made their way to my chest. Groping me through my top before pulling it over my chest to expose my tits. I gasped into Ryan’s mouth from the sudden movements. Ryan pulls back to look at my breasts, groaning at the sight. He pushes Bam’s hands away and replaces them with his own. Bam immediately starts to kiss me sloppily. As Ryan has begun sucking on my tits making sure both nipples get the same amount of attention. My moans gradually increase the hotter it gets. I push both the boys away from me. They give me a confused and concerned look. Before they could say anything I got down on my knees in front of them. Their eyes widened in realization before slightly scooting closer together so they weren't too far apart. I began to palm them through their jeans, both of them already hard. “I need you both now,” I whine. Immediately the two start fumbling with their belts whipping their dicks out.

I spit onto both of my hands and begin to jerk my boyfriend and his best friend off. Bam’s groaning and Ryan has his eyes closed letting out breathy moans. I wrap my mouth around Bam’s dick and begin to deep throat him. Trying to get his cock covered in as much saliva as possible. As my left hand continues to stroke Ryan’s Bam grabs my hair and pushes me down on his length a bit more. Groaning when he reaches the back of my throat. I push back off his lap and replace my mouth with my hand. I shift my attention to Ryan and I start to suck the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. And jerking off his shaft twisting up and down. Ryan’s heavily breathing with his eyes locked on mine. I continue to switch between the two men with my mouth, whilst jerking the other one off. Bam’s moans get louder letting me know that he's close. I have a hand on each of the men's shafts. I begin to firmly stroke Bam, twisting up and down. My tongue hovers over his tip waiting for his cum. With a final groan, Bam shoots his load onto my face. From the lewd image of my face covered in cum Ryan finishes in my hand. “Shit.” Ryan curses. I move my face towards my cum-covered hand and clean it up with my tongue. Both boys catch their breaths before sharing a chuckle. “I can’t believe we just fucking did that.” Ryan laughs. “I remove my hands from them, cleaning myself up with a nearby throw blanket. “Consider it an early Christmas present.” Bam continues. “You may wanna wash this…” I smirk, tossing the soiled blanket at Ryan. The two laugh as I get up to go to the bathroom. Until Bam interrupts my movements “Hey, where are you going? It’s your turn.”

[asskickedbygirl]

Hello I have jealous Knoxville brain rot and I was wondering if you could write a Knoxville x fem!reader where the reader is bams best friend and they grew up skating together attached at the hip but Johnny is fully into the reader and she’s into Johnny (he does not see this) but he thinks she and bam are going to date because everyone thinks they would make the perfect couple. It can take whatever direction you would prefer from there I just would die for some pining jealous Knox 😭

Going Up

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but I made it smutty! As in elevator sex smutty...

A/n: need to put eyeliner on johnny rn. also I'm trying to do something different in all of my smuts so they don’t get boring or repetitive to write so lmk if you like it!! comments and reblogs make my day fr <3

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, public sex (sort of), alcohol

3.4k words

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Bam and you were fucking around on your boards, doing stupid tricks and just wasting time until you were called to set. You always thought it was stupid that your call times were so early when you were never really needed until the afternoon at least. Nonetheless you showed up, bored and hungover. 

“Fuck I’ve almost got it.” You bitched, irritated that you couldn’t succeed in the easiest tricks when your head was throbbing from the night before. Bam laughed, 

“Yeah, sure you do.” This earned him a prompt thump on the arm from your fist, your teeth grinding. 

“Shut up, dickhead.” He still laughed, only holding the site of injury this time. He looked up behind you and raised his eyebrows. You spun around to see who he was looking at only to see Johnny Knoxville staring over at the two of you, quickly shifting his gaze once you spotted him, pretending he wasn’t looking. 

“Hmmm.” Bam hmmmed. 

“What?” You asked, skating in circles around him. 

“He’s got the hots for you.” 

You rolled your eyes, “You think everyone’s got the hots for me.” 

“Because they do!” 

You scoffed, “Your ego for me is bigger than my own. No one even asks me out anymore.” 

“That’s ‘cause they think we’re dating.” 

You pouted in contemplation. “I guess. Well why won’t you date me then?!” You brought your arms around Bam’s neck in mockery as you skated past him, laughing as he attempted to shoo you off. You planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek like a drunken aunt. 

“You’re gross. You’re like my sister, freak.” You giggled as Bam attempted to wipe your spit off his face, arms still wrapped around him.

Johnny swallowed thickly as he observed you acting all coupley with Bam, sipping the crappy cup of coffee he got from the catering table when Ryan wandered over to him and looked to see what he was gawking at. He sighed, 

“You know they’re not dating, right?” Johnny was snapped out of his daze upon hearing his voice. 

He cleared his throat, “What? Oh, uh. Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, feeling caught. He bit his lip, looking back over to you, his heart beating a little faster the wider you smiled. 

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

A few days later you were in your hotel room applying your makeup, ready to go hit the bars after filming on location in New York. Bam and you were sharing, not the same bed but still, it didn’t help the rumours. You carefully lined your lips with liner as Bam lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, bored out of his tree waiting on you. 

“The bars are gonna be fucking closed by the time we leave.” You rolled your eyes, rubbing your lips together and tousling your hair. 

“It’s not even eleven yet. We’re gonna be early freak.” Bam pushed himself off the mattress,

 “Fuck this, I’m leaving with Ryan it’s too late to be this sober.” 

He grabbed his jacket and key card and swung the door open only to be met with a tall figure, hand raised and ready to knock. 

“Johnny.” Bam spoke, leading you to snap your head to take a look at the supposed man at your door. 

“Hey.” The often confident man’s voice wavered awkwardly, as if he had been caught in a trap. Bam leaned back to look at you, then back to Johnny, smiling like an idiot.

 “I was about to head with Ryan, you can come if you want or uh…” Bam raised his brows suggestively, something you didn’t spot. Johnny cleared his throat and swallowed thickly, contemplating for a moment whether or not he wanted to let it out that he’d rather stay with you. 

“I can stay with her while she gets ready. Bring you down if you want.” He called out to you, biting the bullet. You flicked your hair away from your face, grinning, 

“Sure. I’ll be ready in a minute anyways.” Bam shrugged and left the two of you to it, Johnny stumbling in and seating himself on the edge of your bed, observing you through the mirror as you smudged some more eyeliner in your waterline.

“That looks like it hurts. Is it not going into your eye?!” Johnny gritted his teeth together while you giggled. 

“I’m used to it. Here let me put some on you.” You held the eyeliner pencil between your fingers and turned to face him though his hands were already raised up, refusing.

“Oh come on! It doesn’t hurt and you can wash it off if you really hate it!” You flashed your best puppy dog eyes which ultimately worked as he simply couldn’t say no to you when you looked like that. He rolled his eyes as you grinned, moving closer to him. His breath hitched as your knees brushed against his, hands holding himself up as he leaned back slightly, eyes peering up at you. You took your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration and rested your hand against his cheek, Johnny swallowing right after. You used your thumb to pull his eye down just a tad, enough to see his waterline and went right in to apply it, accidentally poking him straight in the eye. 

“Ow!” The jabbed exclaimed, pulling away from you and holding his hand over his eye dramatically. 

You rolled you eyes. “Alright sorry. It was only a poke! C’mere it didn’t even get in your waterline.” Johnny was about to protest but felt he couldn’t once you pulled his face forward again forcefully, tongue poking out of your mouth as you concentrated on the task at hand.

He looked up to the ceiling and pretended the situation wasn’t incredibly uncomfortable as your raised leg kneeled on his lap in order to get the job done, face so close to his own as you tediously worked on coating his under eyes with black eyeliner. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to take you in, somehow you looked even more beautiful when you were in concentration. Your eyes met his and you smiled with your brows knitted together, a little unsure on why he was gawking once again. Well not really unsure, you were fairly sure. As you got back to it, Johnny posed a question,

“So you do this with Bam a lot huh?” You rolled your eyes at the insinuation of it. 

“Well yeah, ever since he saw Ville with it he begs me to do it all the time. He fucks it up whenever he tries to put it on himself.” You pulled the pencil away to admire your work as the first eye seemed done. 

“Looks good.” You smile, Johnny trying to move his head to take a look in the mirror but your hand pulling his face away. 

“Not yet. Lemme do the other one.” You repeated your movements of pulling his eye down slightly with your thumb to do the next one, brows knitted together.

Johnny looked up to you, sunken eyes boring into your face. 

“So you and Bam huh?” You scoffed, that was a sentence you heard practically everyday. 

“No. Not me and Bam. How long have I known you at this stage?!” 

Johnny smiled. “I dunno. You’re sharing a hotel room so.” His southern voice drawled. You continued penciling in the makeup. 

“Different beds idiot. MTV’s budget must be tight this year.” 

Johnny bit his lip. “So there’s nothing going on there.” 

You shook your head, “Nothing.” That’s when you finished the job, pulling away to admire your work. 

“Not bad huh?” This time you allowed Johnny to look at himself, standing up to get closer to the mirror. 

“Christ I look ridiculous.” 

You laughed, “No you don’t! This is so in right now.” You folded your arms and came up to the mirror as well to look at his face through the reflection. 

“Yeah it’s in for twenty year olds. I’m old remember?” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re only like nine years older than me.”

Johnny flashed you a ‘careful’ look, but you smiled it off. He looked fucking hot if you were being honest, and that little crush you had on him was coming back in full force. You bit your lip as you and Johnny stared at each other for a little too long until he bustled off to the bathroom to attempt to scrub the liner off. His efforts were almost futile, a faint black still present in his waterline. 

“That’s hot! No, seriously it looks good like that.” Johnny sighed as he realised he’d have to go out with a trace of makeup on his face. 

“Are girls gonna think I’m gay?” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well you’ll have me on your arm so, hopefully not.” Johnny raised his brow at you but you ignored him, grabbing your purse, ready to hit the bars.

The bar everyone was meeting at was busy and bustling, a live band playing. You and Johnny arrived together of course and hit the bar immediately to get some drinks, already far too sober compared to the likes of Chris and Steve-o. You sat together in slightly close quarters, chatting amongst yourselves. You were enjoying his company, he smelled nice and the more you drank the more flirty you got. You had already punched Steve-o square in the arm when he made a dumb comment about Johnny’s ‘new look’ and an hour later his arm was draped over you. That was until Bam stumbled over to you all, clearly very drunk. 

“You have to come dance with me. Now!” He reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you up and away from your arm candy. 

“Hey!” You called out but Bam was already pulling you onto the dance floor, hands grabbing your waist to dance with you.

You reluctantly pulled your arms up around Bam’s shoulders. Sure you loved to dance but when you did with Bam and you were drunk, the rumours were only set ablaze. You tried to catch Johnnys eyes as you swung your hips, only seeing him grit his teeth and practically glare at Bam. Was he… jealous? You looked at your dance partner who was too inebriated to have any sort of spatial awareness, simply blindly moving you around. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted an attractive looking girl dancing by herself and so you hatched a plan. As Johnny continued to glare you pushed Bam off of you and practically shoved him towards the other girl. 

“This is Bam!” You called out to her and she looked rather thrilled, must’ve been a fan. 

As the new couple began to dance once more you strutted over towards Johnny who was now looking at you like a deer in the headlights.

“Come on. You wanna dance with me right? Well dance with me now!” You slipped your hand in his and pulled him up, dragging him behind you as you set off for the floor. 

Johnny was in slight shock, his hands finding their way to your waist in a daze as you brought your arms around his neck, moving your hips with the beat. You looked up to Johnny and flashed a smug grin, 

“Were you jealous Knoxville?” 

Johnny blushed, laughing and shaking his head.

“So what if I was?”

You smiled even wider, taking Johnny’s hand from your waist and moving it down to cup your ass.

“You don’t need to be.” 

You chewed your lip as his hands felt you up on the dance floor, not caring that people might see your skirt riding up and exposing your ass. Johnny looked especially attractive as he appeared almost flustered, cheeks burning red and eyes blown out. As the music changed you moved yourself around so your back was pressed against his chest, letting his arms drape around you and push you closer to him, feeling the outline of his dick press into your ass. You grinded to the beat of the loud music, feeling his breath on your neck and his stubble grazing your skin. It felt almost too intimate right there in the middle of all the bodies, sweaty and drunk, but god did you want him. You placed your hand over Johnny’s as it pressed into your stomach to hold you there and turned around so you could whisper in his ear,

“Wanna get out of here?” 

Johnny only nodded, allowing you to lead him away from the crowds and out of the bar towards your hotel. Boy were you glad it was so close by as the desperation was radiating off of your hot bodies, clammy hands holding each other as you made your way through the streets, no talking necessary. 

You both smiled politely at the receptionists as you wandered inside the hotel, trying to act as if you weren’t as desperate as you’d ever been, silently praying no stranger would join you in the elevator on your way up. Alas you were left alone, standing side by side as the doors shut. One second later Johnny flipped himself around and slammed his lips onto yours, forcing his leg between yours so they were parted and making out with you roughly. Your hands flew up to hold his face, letting out quiet whimpers as he took you with such force. His hands were already roaming over your body, fisting the fabric of the back of your skirt in his hand and pulling it up. If you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was about to fuck you in the elevator.

That’s when you felt it jolt, stopping on whatever floor you were on. You opened your eyes and pulled away from Johnny’s mouth in a panic, thinking something had broken but instead you were met with his hand over the emergency stop button, manical grin on his face. You covered your mouth with your hand, half shocked but entirely bemused.

“Are you serious?!” You laughed, completely bewildered.

“Couldn’t wait any longer.” is all he said, immediately diving back in to kiss you once more.

As your skirt had already been pushed up over your ass, in fact bunched up around your waist, Johnny’s fingers were smoothly tucked into the band of your panties, waiting for the moment he could finally pull them down. He took the opportunity as soon as your hand reached down to palm him over his pants, pushing your body against the wall of the elevator at the same time. You let out a groan as you frantically unbuckled his pants, him eventually giving in and shoving them down to pool around his ankles instead. 

After some more hot and heavy making out, you felt Johnny’s hard cock press into the inside of your thigh and so you took matters into your own hands, freeing the member and urging him to fuck you against the cool metal walls of the box. You moaned as he entered you, his stubbly chin grazing your neck and lips kissing the skin tenderly as he began bucking his hips forward. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your waist to hold you still, your arms wrapping around his neck to brace yourself the faster he went. 

Johnny’s grunts and your whimpers echoed around the elevator, it even jolted slightly with every thrust and it almost felt surreal that heart throb Johnny Knoxville was fucking you in a hotel elevator. You hid your girlish grin in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking on it all the while. 

“You think Bam could fuck me like this?” You whispered into his ear.

Sure it was evil but god did you love provoking the men that fucked you, it just makes everything more fun. Johnny laughed, more of a ‘fuck you’ sort of chuckle but he laughed nonetheless.

“You gonna talk about Bam while I’m balls deep inside of you?”

Johnny pulled his lips away from your neck to look you in the eye, yours as blown out as his. You grinned playfully.

“Well this means you don’t have to be jealous anymore. Your eyeliners fucking hot by the way” 

Johnny laughed.

“Shut up.”

He continued to fuck you hard, his thrusts only increasing in pace and his moans only getting louder along with yours. It wasn’t long until he got you to that familiar place, head leaning back against the wall as you were worked to the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out between pants, holding onto your breath as you felt the sensation creep forward. 

Johnny continued his relentless pace until you came hurtling down, the wave of pleasure washing over you and making your legs shake. The feeling of you tightening around Johnny made his breath hitch as you brought him closer to the edge.

“Can I come inside you baby?” 

You nodded, head still reeling from your orgasm. Johnny gripped your hips tightly, pushing even further into you as he came with a loud groan into your neck, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The two of you remained in the same place, panting and fucked out, sweat dripping from your foreheads. Johnny’s head was still buried in the crook of your neck.

“You alright there?” You laughed, poking his cheek.

He pulled away grinning.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” 

You both laughed until Johnny kissed you again, your heads all foggy.

“You know we can do this again once we’re out of this elevator right?” You pulled away once his kisses got more needy, practically ready for round two already when his dick was growing soft inside you. 

He laughed as he pulled out of you, the sensation making you wince slightly. 

“Sorry.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He bent down to help pull your panties back up and smooth your skirt out after buckling up his own pants. He fixed himself up a little more before pressing the emergency stop button once again as well as another button.

“Shit.” He muttered. 

“What?!”

Johnny bared his teeth.

“I accidentally pressed the reception floor.” 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Christ I hope those poor workers don’t see us again.” 

Just as you attempted to fix up your hair the doors opened to reveal none other than Bam Margera himself, arm sleazily hung over the same girl you threw him at on the dance floor. You and Johnny must’ve looked like a deer in headlights right then but Bam was far too drunk and oblivious to notice just yet.

“Oh hey guys!” He grinned, entering with his new chick, her hand dragging over his chest.

“Weird the elevator wasn’t working for a minute. What were you guys doing already in here, I thought you left like thirty minutes ago?” Bam asked but his face dropped once it dawned on him.

He observed the pair of you, your makeup all messed up with tangled hair, skirt all wrinkled and Johnny with his messy hair and lipstick stains coating his neck and collar. 

“Oh.” 

“Let’s not.” You interjected before Bam could say anything that would make your skin crawl. 

The rest of the elevator ride was painfully awkward and silent, even Bam’s girl noticing the horrible tension. Once you finally reached your floor after what felt like forever Bam spoke up.

“So uhh... can we take our room or do you want to-” 

“Take our room.” You sputtered, leaving the damn elevator as soon as possible and darting towards Knoxville’s room, desperate to escape. 

End.

@gnarkillknoxville @jackussy420 @spoookyberry @steve-osahottie @izzaaaaaa @lovexjoe @jackassvivalabam03 @kristinee

[cemetarywoman]

Its come to my attention that no one writes fics about any of my interests so ill have to take one for the team and do it myself 🙏🤕

Ill take requests for:

-the chilling adventures of Sabrina

-ville valo

-jackass

-gotham

-motionless in white

-hamzahthefantastic

I will write:

-fluff

-smut

-platonic/family dynamics

-poly relationships

-fem/gender neutral reader (could possibly make exceptions for male readers occasionally)

I wont write:

-anything to do with Self harm, r@pe, or abuse

-obviously no weird shit like illegal age gaps, piss, or anything super weird LMAO

-i will not write angst, im far too sensitive for that sorry LMAO

-i dont like write the reader as a dom so I’ll probably do sub!reader only, sorry!! (Ill make some exceptions for this tho if i like the request enough lol)

(ill add more to this list later lmao but these are my favorite things atm)

[knoxvillesjackass]

hello! I had an idea of No Nut November with Johnny x female reader. The jackass guys all dare each other to do it and the winner couple is who lasts the longest. When his girlfriend finds out, she keeps teasing him and it all ends in smut!! Love your stories!! ❤️

𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐣.𝐤

im so happy to finally see a smut request!! pls, send some more, because i want to get better at writing it! also, do you guys enjoy reading it or do you like fluff and/or angst better?

warnings! edging, oral sex dom!johnny x sub!reader? ( reader receiving and giving), dirty talk, very dirty hihi

words; 3.375

It was bizarre. Annoying, really. You’d given him every opportunity in the world to rail you, blow your back out and make you incapable of walking for the day…All of your attempts were shut down, which was new for you.

Usually, all you had to do was send the smallest signal to Johnny, and he would be ready at any time, but the past two weeks had been different.

He’d been avoiding you, it seemed. He only kissed you when he left for work, and he’d even slept on the couch for some nights.

You’d been left confused and a little hurt by it all. Had you done something wrong, or was he perhaps just not attracted to you anymore?

The thoughts killed you, but it killed him even more. If it hadn’t been for that stupid bet….

“A month without sex? You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Johnny shook his head as the room erupted in laughter, but he was totally serious.

He couldn’t believe that he was the only one objecting to this nonsense. The concept was idiotic and frankly childish.

Steve-O had been the one to bring it up during lunch break. Everyone had shrugged it off, but as the tension grew thicker throughout the day, everyone suddenly began to take it very seriously, Johnny included.

So, as stupid as he thought it was, Johnny was knee-deep in the ‘No Nut November’ phenomenon, even though he hated the idea.

You and Johnny had sex a lot. No shame in that. Just two adults, who loved each other very much. What Johnny did feel off about, was that all of his friends knew just how much sex you had. How? Well, at every given chance to escape the craziness of the crew, the two of you did. And you didn’t do it to have conversations and drink tea. No, you did it to fuck.

Johnny had been labelled as the guy to fail the quickest, and it didn’t sit right with him one bit.

Luckily for him, his self-control was a different ball game. He had more control than all of the jackass guys combined. If there was a will, there was a way, and Johnny never let himself down once he had a goal.

“Oh, y-you’re participating?” Steve-O asked Johnny, who shrugged and nodded. “Yeah,” he huffed, and the room once again erupted in laughter, this time, it sounded more ridiculing than anything.

“What?” He asked confused and scoffed as he stared back at his wide-eyed friends. “Dude, you’re not going to last for two days,” Pontius grinned, Johnny returning a simple growl. “Let’s just fucking see, shall we?”

-

“Hi, baby!”

You grinned excitedly as Johnny entered your shared apartment. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, furrowing your eyebrows at once when you didn’t feel him embracing you.

“Are you okay?” You asked and unwrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him innocently. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine, Y/N, I’m just tired. Think I’m gonna go take a shower,” he commented, his eyes focused straight ahead and not down at you.

“Oh, okay. Well, I could join,” you smirked and winked at him, but he merely shook his head and smiled politely before disappearing to the bathroom.

Well, that sucked, you thought.

He was probably just tired. He’d been working long hours, and maybe all the man needed was some space.

You’d attempted to be the understanding girlfriend, even when you felt ignored by Johnny.

The first few days went by okay, although the hours seemed to get longer as the days went by. The week overall was manageable but when the second week struck, Johnny was beginning to struggle.

The day of your anniversary, you'd made everything really special for Johnny. Dressed up nice, cooked some good food, and made the bathtub the perfect place to end the night, together.

When he'd come home, he'd acted just as you'd feared.

Distant and seemingly blind to the effort you'd put into making your fourth anniversary a special one.

The dinner was awkward and you hated the tension. You broke the silence every minute, asking him questions to which he answered with simple and short sentences.

"I have a surprise for you," you smirked. Maybe what he needed was some extra spice, and that was what you were going to give him.

"A surprise?" He asked as he was washing the dishes. He jumped when he felt your arms snake around his waist. Johnny moved away and coughed. His boxers were starting to feel tight, uncomfortably tight.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. You'd scattered rose petals on the floor and lit some candles. It was the most romantic bathroom you'd ever seen, but Johnny didn't seem to agree.

"O-Oh, Y/N," Johnny coughed nervously and slowly backed out of the bathroom.

"Did I do something wrong? Are you trying to punish me or something? Please, tell me what's going on!"

"No, Y/N-"

"Then why won't you FUCK ME?" You shouted and sniffled. Johnny's heart tore a bit. He wanted to tell you, he really did, but with the mood and how you were feeling, it didn't seem as if it would've been a massive help in his eyes.

The next days were rough. You were upset, understandably. Johnny continued his odd behaviour and you were just about done with it all.

“Just tell me now; when did you give in and how was it?”

Bam stood like a little child next to Johnny and giggled, but Johnny rolled his eyes underneath his sunglasses and sighed.

“I haven’t given in yet, and I’m not going to, so you might as well quit bothering me.”

Bam scoffed at the answer he got from Johnny, but he hadn’t expected much else, considering Johnny’s recent behaviour.

He was in a pissy mood. He was at conflict with himself at all times. The whole dare had transformed into something beyond his control. He was so competitive, sometimes it scared people.

Johnny sat down in the conference room, where the crew held their weekly meetings. He cursed to himself and looked around. Pontius, Steve-O and Jeff sat and looked at him with smug grins.

“How’re you holding up over there, Knoxville?” Jeff asked, to which he received a middle finger from Knoxville.

“It’s been a long time since I've seen Y/N around? When is she coming by again?" Pontius pouted. Just the thought of your name at this point, could get Johnny hot and bothered.

"I-She's not," Johnny mumbled and rubbed his sweaty forehead. Was it just him, or was it starting to get super hot?

"That's weird. I talked to her this morning. She said, she's dropping by to say hello," Jeff said and immediately, Johnny tensed up.

"What?" He asked. He hated to even think it, but you were the last person he needed to see now.

"Y/N!" Wee-man yelled as soon as he saw your figure in the doorway.

Johnny hid his face in his hands as soon as he heard your voice. He imagined you saying his name, moaning it, screaming it.

"Hi, guys," you smiled and entered the conference room, greeting all of the guys with a hug, moving your way around the table until you reached Johnny. "Hi, babe," you smiled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips, although he moved away almost immediately.

You scoffed and stood up. What had you expected? He'd only been treating you like that for the last two weeks.

"Well, I can see that I'm not wanted here," you mumbled but were quickly met with reassurance from everyone but Johnny.

"Why would you think that?" Jeff asked, "we love having you here, Y/N."

"You might, but I think Johnny feels a bit different," you hissed and glared at Johnny, who slapped his forehead.

Suddenly, Ehren began laughing hysterically, to everyone's surprise. "Wait, you haven't told her yet?" He grinned and the boys slowly caught on and joined Ehren's laughing fit.

Johnny was so not having it. His fists were curled and his jaw was clenched. And you, you were utterly confused as to what was going on.

"Told me what?"

You raised your eyebrow and looked down at Johnny, who refused eye contact at all costs, the guilt weighing him down like uranium.

"We dared each other do the no nut Novem-"

"Don't even finish that sentence," you said and cut Ehren off. You were quiet for a few moments, trying to assemble yourself before speaking up.

"You wanna explain yourself, asshole?" You spat and looked down at Johnny, who sighed and looked up at you.

"Y/N, I'm so so-"

"Do you guys know how long it's been since I've had sex with my boyfriend?" I asked into the room and the guys all chuckled.

Of course, they knew. They were a part of it too, after all.

"Two weeks!"

It didn't sound like a lot, but anyone who knew you and Johnny understood that this was totally out of the ordinary.

"You're telling me I have to wait two weeks before he can bang me? How many of you guys are still in this bullshit?" You asked loudly to which Pontius, Jeff, Ehren and Wee-Man's hands went up.

"Fuck this," you sighed. You knew just how competitive Johnny was. Nothing could get in his way. Literally nothing, but then again, if anyone had the slightest chance, it was most definitely you.

-

"Y/N?"

You sighed at the sound of Johnny's voice.

Your fingers were curled inside of yourself as you lay spread across the bed.

You continued, although the sound of Johnny's footsteps came closer and closer.

You closed your eyes and began rubbing your clit, letting out a quiet moan.

"Y/N-fuck," Johnny breathed out when he walked in on you pleasuring yourself. His cock was throbbing at the sight of your naked body, but he denied all of those feelings and shuffled out of the room. The sight had made him hard as a rock.

"Johnny!" You called out. An idea had popped into your head.

He opened the door and peeked in. Your legs were spread open and they were trembling with anticipation.

"Huh?" He asked you. His eyes were almost closed. He couldn't bare to see more.

"Look, I know you're not allowed to cum or whatever, but I'm horny and I need your help," you stated and Johnny's eyes opened wide. You might be on to something, he thought.

Pleasuring you always brought Johnny pleasure, he didn't even have to pull his dick out for this one.

He smiled and rushed over to you.

He wasted no time digging his two fingers into your cunt, plunging them in and out of your wet entrance. His head rested between your legs as his tongue made contact with your clit. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. God, he loved it when you did that.

What he loved, even more, was the way his name sounded when you screamed it out of pure pleasure. "Fuck, Johnny!" You cried and grabbed his one hand that wasn't fucking your cunt and pulling it up to your breast, signalling for him to massage it, which he did, gladly.

Johnny smiled against your folds and licked them up and down, ever so often pinching your sensitive clit between his lips, which drove you crazy.

"I-I think I'm g-"

"Look at me, babydoll," he ordered and you followed, looking directly into his dark brown eyes. You couldn't contain the eye contact for long though, because your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you let out a loud cry as you reached your awaited orgasm.

You tugged at Johnny's hair and breathed in loudly, trying to gather yourself.

"J-Johnny, just fuck me already, please," you sobbed and looked at Johnny.

The offer was so tempting, but he just couldn't. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his jeans tightening to the point of it being uncomfortable.

"O-Oh, shi-" he hissed and suddenly flew away from his position. You looked him up and down, eyes landing on the massive boner, he had packed. You held back an evil laugh as Johnny stormed out of the room. "Where are you going?" You yelled as you stood up from the bed.

"I-I'm just gonna go for a drive!" he yelled back and slammed the door. He wasn't angry with you, and you knew that. He was angry with himself. This bet was starting to get really fucking old.

The next days were seriously awful for Johnny. After helping you out, he realised that it might've been a bad idea.

The only thing on his mind was the feeling of your pretty cunt against his fingers and the sound of your screams still rang in his ears every now and then.

And you'd, of course, been making his life a living hell. Walking around naked in the apartment or dressing up in your sexiest lingerie.

Johnny kept himself together, though, and you had to give him credit. He'd handled it all very well, better than you ever could.

(random a/n; this same-ish story, but where the reader is dared?)

The end of November was just around the corner, thankfully. Sure, Johnny's hands were equivalent to magic, but nothing beat the feeling of his cock ramming into you.

You couldn't wait, quite literally. Johnny was so much better at staying committed to a dare than you. You needed him. Like, really needed him.

"Johnnyyyy," you whined and threw yourself at him like a little toddler,

He wasn't as sensitive as before. It seemed that the roles had taken a 180 because you were hornier than ever.

Johnny was sitting with his computer when you suddenly planted yourself in his lap and hugged him tightly.

"What's going on?" He asked and rubbed your back.

"I want it so badly," you whispered and bit your lip. Johnny stiffened up and shifted uncomfortably around on the couch. "Three days to go, Y/N," he comforted you, but that wasn't good enough. "No, but like, now," you said and reached down to straddle his cock. He let out a yelp and lifted you from his lap to the seat beside him as he stood up and paced around.

He was frustrated. It was really not fun anymore. Actually, it never was.

Johnny hurried to his phone and put the phone to his ear.

"Chris, you tell me now and be honest; who's still a part of this November bullshit?" Johnny asked. You smiled to yourself and crossed your fingers.

No one, please say no one.

You couldn't quite hear the rest of the conversation. You didn't really care either, because when Johnny came out, he had darker eyes and a wicked smirk on his lips.

"Go to the bedroom and take your clothes off. I'll be up in two minutes."

You squealed with excitement and ran up the stairs faster than ever.

You stripped out of your clothes and threw them to the side, feeling a knot in your stomach, waiting to be untied.

Johnny entered the room. He'd taken his shirt off on the way up the stairs.

"Get on your knees," Johnny ordered and you did so immediately and without protest of any sort.

The room was pretty dark, but you could still see Johnny's crooked smirk.

He approached you, stopping when he stood right in front of your kneeled figure.

He brushed some hair out of your face and cupped your cheeks as you stared up at him, batting your eyelashes.

He gathered your hair into a ponytail at the back of your head and tied it with the hair tie he had around his wrist.

"Fuck, I've missed your mouth," he moaned and unbuttoned his pants, not even bothering to pull them all the way down. And you were just as desperate to please him again, so without waiting any longer, you took a hold of his rock-hard length and gave it a few pumps. Johnny threw his head back when you put just the tip into your mouth. Impatient and understandably needy, Johnny skipped your slow tempo and grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock into your mouth fully.

After four years of dating Johnny, your gag reflex was pretty much non-existent.

He began gently thrusting himself into your mouth and then sped up until you eventually could feel his tip at the end of your throat.

You watched with tears in your ears as your boyfriend had lost himself in you, thrusting himself into your mouth again and again until he was a mumbling, moaning mess, cumming down your throat.

You swallowed and Johnny watched you in admiration as he offered you his hand to help you stand up.

Your lips crashed together for the first time in weeks, and you moaned into the kiss when you reached the bed. Johnny put a hand behind your head and the other one on your back, slowly lowering you on the bed as he hovered over you with a hungry, lust-filled gaze.

You were merely wearing his t-shirt and a pair of old shorts, which Johnny quickly tore away, your underwear following. He pulled the shirt from over your head and admired your naked body for a while, before snapping out of his trance to return to his duty.

He began placing kisses down your chest but you pulled him up when you saw where he was going. You grabbed his hand and forced it down to your dripping cunt. "I don't need anything, I just want you to fuck me," you nodded and Johnny smiled. Foreplay was always a big thing in your relationship. It was a way to ensure that both parts were 100% ready, but there was no doubt in your mind; you were ready.

"You're still on the pill despite this stupid bet, right?" He asked and you nodded. He knew how bad you were at forgetting it, and he often scolded you for it.

"Good girl," he whispered raspily. That made your heart melt.

His tip was at your entrance, and you wondered if the three weeks had changed something within you. Was it going to hurt after that long with no sex?

You shook every thought off when Johnny placed a kiss on your forehead and slowly pushed into you.

"Ah-!"

Johnny looked at you with wide eyes. You apologised quietly.

"It must be because it's been a while," you said and Johnny nodded, understanding what you were feeling.

He continued pushing his member into you and watched you closely as you clenched your eyes shut and dug your nails into his wide shoulders.

He rested for a while, waiting for your sign to move, and when that sign came, he began pumping in and out of you slowly but deeply.

You grasped onto him and pulled him as close as possible while also wrapping your legs around his waist. "F-Faster," you moaned with closed eyes and Johnny grunted as he sped up, fucking you at an impossibly fast pace.

Everything seemed to go dull for a short moment. Your pussy clenched and your belly contracted tightly when a wave of pleasure hit you like a thousand bricks.

"I-Oh, my God!"

Your nails dug deeply into Johnny's back and you scratched them up towards his neck, where they rested, fiddling with the ends of his brown hair.

"Look at me, baby," Johnny ordered and continued his thrusts. You had to collect yourself before even listening to his orders, but Johnny was impatient and close to an orgasm, so he didn't have much time.

"Y/N, I said look at me," he repeated. The tone made you look at him immediately and you bit your lip and moaned loudly as you watched him orgasm for the second time that night.

"Fuuuck-urgh, baby!"

He trembled and with one last thrust, he pulled out of you and fell down beside you with a heavy but satisfied sigh.

"This November has been the best and worst of my life," you sighed and Johnny laughed in agreement as he kissed your forehead and snuggled you closer.

-

probably my favourite smut i've ever written, but what do you think?

[sunshine17daisy]

JACKASS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Sunshine and I am an asiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

-coming soon!

STEVE-O

-coming soon!

RYAN DUNN

-coming soon!

BAM MARGERA

-coming soon!

CHRIS PONTIUS

-coming soon!

RACHEL WOLFSON

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others with be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

THE ULTIMATE MASTERLIST

[vivaladicamillo]

Dude! I need a smutty and fluffy Headcannon of Ryan taking care of the reader who is his girlfriend and a female cast mate while she’s drunk as hell while out with the guys

RYAN DUNN TAKING CARE OF A DRUNK!READER

ive been super duper sick these past days and now that i actually have free time i can write abt ryan !!!!! i love him literally so much thank u for requesting this!!!

WARNINGS: talks of alcohol, drunk sex, and cursing

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SFW:

ok so yall are out with the guys

yall prob go to some cheap ass bar just to drink yk

turns out you had a little too many

nah a little is a understatement

u were stumbling, slurring and obviously wasted

ryan takes notice of this right away

bam starts picking on u and yk, being bam

“u cant hold ur alcohol for shit y/n”

ryan has to get him to stop so he can take u home

ryan would take u home ( or carry bc u literally cant stand up )

he finds out ur a very touchy person when ur drunk

not jn a weird way tho

just hugging and rambling abt how cool ryan is and how hes the best

even though ur literally talking to ryan

he thinks its cute

“nonono u don understand, dunn is literally the BEST person like ever to exist~”. “trust me y/n i understand” he says through a chuckle

will either go through ur draws to find you something to wear to sleep if ur at ur home or give u some on his old boxers and a old le tigre band tee he has

lets u go get changed (if u can) if not he will help u

he just wants u to he safe and comfortable

he will tuck u into bed and put medicine and a glass of water next to ur bedside just bc he knows ur gonna be FUCKEDD in the morning

will sleep on the couch even if its ur house just so he knows ur ok in the morning and don’t accidentally choke on ur vomit or something like that

hes definitely a over thinker when it comes to that stuff

NSFW:

ok different scene here

yall end up going to ryans hpuse just to hang and watch a movie or something

ofc u guys had some drinks

and ofc yall end up getting wasted

at this point in the night the movie is long over

u guys are just cracking jokes and laughing and just talking

he probably ends up accidentally confessing first

“ heheh, you know y/n ur like the most perfect person ever.” “ryyyyy stawppp thats not truee” “absolutely it is, everything about u is perfect, ur personality, ur looks, ur humor..”

god he will go on and on abt how ur perfect and how he really does love u

“well y/n.. i’ve actually liked u fooooorr quite some time now ive just had zero confidence to tell you” he says slurring

ur kinda taken aback

ryan mother fucking dunn

LIKES U??

the kid who u have liked since highschool LIKES U??

u admit that u have had a mega crush on him for a while now

but he honestly wasnt even paying attention to ur speech

hes just admiring you

and ur lips

mostly ur lips

“y/n,, can i kiss u right now?”

you two end up making out on his couch

then he carries u to the bedroom

i personally think ryan is sweet as can be during sex sober but drunk ryan is A WHOLE NEW LEVEL

hes just a wreck when it comes to u

he would literally do anything for u

lots and lots of grabbing and touching

he just wants to stay like this with u forever

sloppy kisses is a must

also A LOT OF PRAISE

i feel like when hes drunk though he just fucks faster yk?

he goes as a faster pace then he normally would

he also probably doesnt last as long as he usually does

u just feel so good how could he resist

cums on ur stomach or in a condom if hes wearing one.

is probably gonna pick uo a random old shirt on the ground and clean u up with it

HES A STINKY GUY WHAT DID U EXPECT??

after that, u will be stuck in a bear hug the rest of the night

lots of forehead and cheek kisses too

the next morning yall honestly don’t remember the night before

so waking up in ryans arms is a bit of a surprise at first

but when he wakes up and smiles at you

you feel happy

you finally got him, the guy u always wanted, and it only took some liquid courage to do so

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hopefully i did think correctly and right 🙏 making more ryan hcs soon

[stratossphere]

cheater cheater pt. 4 | j.k

you and johnny are getting better. not perfect, but better. and you know better means you just can’t stay away. (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3)

warnings: smut, oral (fem. receiving), a tiny hint at drunk driving, reader is a smoker, fluff :)

word count: 8.2k

a/n: the last part…

taglist: @asskickedbygirl @kristinee @lizey-thornberry @faceache111 @brandons-wife

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Mark it in the pages, everyone. You, Y/n Y/l/n, were having a good time for the first night in what felt like months. Things had been…slowly…getting better with Johnny, and tonight you were actually getting along.

You were out with all of the crew, as you usually were, but what made being around everyone different this time was that you and Johnny had been slowly working towards getting better, so there was no animosity to tinge the night so far. No more screaming matches, no more angry sex and horrible insults, and no more…other people. You had spent the last three weeks or so doing exactly what you’d promised to do, and it was actually going pretty well.

So yeah. Not perfect, but not bad, either. Johnny was actually somewhere else in the club everyone had agreed to meet at, and you hadn’t actually gotten to talk to him, but your last ‘date’ had ended on a good note, so you weren’t exactly worried.

In fact, you were having the time of your life with your friends.

"Jennifer Aniston!" Steve-O called out the next celebrity in your game of Bang or Rob, and then put his hand to his chest. "Bang. I met her. She's nice."

"Also met her, but rob. Do you know the kind of cash flow she's sitting on? I could buy myself a fucking mansion with that." You scoffed, sipping out of your liquor bomb drink as you spoke.

"I would bang. Blondes are like, the thing, man." Dave said, chuckling to himself as the liquor completely invaded his senses. Ryan put a hand over his heart and let out a girly hum.

"Aww, that's so sweet. I knew there was a reason God made me blond." He crooned. In that moment, your large indulgence on liquor got the better of you, and you laughed hard. What were you supposed to do? Ryan was literally the world's funniest person, and it only got worse once you stopped being sober.

However, your laughter was cut short out of surprise, because suddenly a familiar set of hands was slapping down on the table in between you and Ryan, and then Johnny Knoxville himself was leaning into them as he looked over all of us at the table.

"Sup, losers?" He said happily, a wide grin on his face as he leaned so far against the table that his head was almost level with the rest of you. “I need to talk to Y/n.”

“We’re in the middle of something. Go away.” Steve-O complained, waving Johnny off and reaching right across to drink out of your drink. You groaned and snatched the cup out of his hand before he could put his gross mouth on it, setting it over by Ryan and then starting to get out of your seat because you knew that Johnny wouldn’t give up pestering you until you followed his request.

“Be right back. We’re doing guys next.” You said, jabbing a finger at all of them before you turned to your own lovely attention-whore and dragged him away from the table. "Can I help you?"

You waited until you were sure that you were far enough away from everyone else that you knew before speaking, because you really had no idea what he was going to say. He looked unbothered, his eyes not leaving yours and his smile not faltering as your iron grip on his arm kept him in place.

"Let me buy you a drink." He offered, his smile softening a little bit as he visually tried to relax for your amusement. You paused, knowing he was just trying to get him to yourself, before nodding because one drink wouldn’t hurt.

"Fine. But only one." You warned, caving into his offer and following him towards the bar. Johnny snickered.

“Don’t get too excited.” He teased, his hand finding your lower back to guide you through groups of people to get to the club bar that was centered in the room. Once you made it to the bar, you both sat down on stools to wait for the bartender surrounded by swarms of people, and you raised an eyebrow.

“You know, you could’ve just joined our booth. You didn’t have to drag me away from everyone else.” He had a bad habit of trying to hog your attention every chance he could possibly get. He shrugged.

“They never shut the fuck up. I want you to talk to me.” God. It wasn’t like he was even trying to be subtle. You bit back amusement.

"So you miss me." You summed up, drumming your fingers against your chin where it rested in your palm as you looked at him. It was so evident in the way his eyes wouldn't leave you. When he spluttered, you shook your head and smiled just a little bit. "I don't mind if you do, PJ."

"Of course I fucking miss you. I always miss you." There it was. Just as you were going to try and respond to that with some poise, the bartender reached the both of you for your orders. He used that as his escape from the conversation.

"Rum and coke, please." Johnny gave her one of those wide smiles, and you soured at the way she winked back at him before she slowly turned to you. Johnny didn't seem to pay attention, his eyes glued to you as you ordered after him.

"Same for me." You didn’t want to make it obvious that you still didn’t like the prospect of other women flirting with Johnny, but he needed a wake up call at some point. “She your type?”

“You’re my type.” He replied easily, eyeing you pointedly as he turned completely away from where the bartender was still standing within earshot of you. You almost laughed at that, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t know if I wanna be your type.” You teased, referencing the way his flirting game was always turned up to 11. He winked at you.

"You be whatever you wanna be, babydoll. I'm just along for the ride." Yeah, he had definitely been drinking. He never said anything that douchey when he was sober. You laughed and ran a hand over your face.

"Knox. Shut up and drink." You groaned, motioning to the glass that the bartender had just slid towards him. Yours was nowhere in sight, and you could feel yourself getting irritated towards the bartender. It only got worse when you noticed pen on the napkin she slid after his drink. A phone number.

"Well, would you look at that. Maybe I'll get to find the Ville to my Y/n." He said cockily, waving his napkin at you with an instigating smirk on his face. You tensed slightly at that, because up until now he’d been in about the opposite of a joking mood about that whole situation, before biting the inside of your cheek.

"For someone who wants to make up and fix things, you sure aren't acting like it." You gave up on your attempts to skirt over your harsh feelings, instead meeting them head on with an unimpressed look on your face.

"What? You said to get over it, and when I get over things, I make jokes. And he’s a joke, so it works." And there he went, just proving your point further. You blew out a sigh, desperately wishing that you had remembered to snag your liquor bomb out of the booth before Johnny had convinced you to go to the bar. You weren't drunk enough for his bitterness.

"Stop." You said tightly just as the bartender slid your drink forward, taking a large sip of your drink to soften what could’ve been quickly turning into a fight.

“I’m kidding. Swear. I’ll stop.” Johnny said then, wiggling his eyebrows at you over the rim of his glass as he took a sip two times bigger than yours.

"That’s hilarious. I almost laughed that time.” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you watched him drink. He was clearly having a ball messing with you, and you were trying to will yourself to relax. “Glad you’re having so much fun.”

“You should be having fun, too.” He scoffed, and then you felt yourself jump a little bit when you felt his hand on your knee. Self control. Self control. Self control. “I know a few ways you could have some fun.”

“Yeah? Pray tell.” You tried to look unimpressed, but you found your eyes pulling strongly in the direction of his hand on your knee. It only got worse when his fingers started to skate higher.

“It might be a little…unsavory for where we’re at.” He said coyly, his eyes finding yours with a smirk pulling hard at his lips. You bit your tongue.

"I don't know. Sometimes I allow it. With certain people." You said offhandedly. Goddamnit. Your so called 'iron-resolve' was fucking pathetic. One genuine smile from him and you were ready to spread your legs open for him all over again. There went being patient.

"Well then you’re really gonna like what I’ve got." Just as the bartender leaned over the bar to check on you both, Johnny dipped his head towards you, his teeth finding the sensitive skin of your neck and sinking in softly. "Let me take you to the bathroom."

"PJ. Nuh uh." You pushed his head away from your neck, laughing like an idiot as you were met with lust-filled eyes. You ignored the bartender's sour look in favor of gazing curiously at him. "You seriously want to?"

"I need you, Y/n." He breathed, his hand finding my hip as his head dipped down lower so that you barely had any space between the two of you. You took one look at his parted lips and dilated pupils, then nodded in agreement. One step back was fine if it was two steps forward, right?

"Okay, let's go." You took his hand, abandoning your drinks on the bar-top as you pulled him along towards where you could see the bathrooms on the wall of the club. "Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“No one fucking cares anyway.” Johnny brushed your worries off, pushing the single stall women’s bathroom open and quickly pulling the door shut behind you.

"I don't know..." You mumbled as he closed the door behind you, the twinge of guilt building up into your chest as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He swayed you, lips dipping back to your neck right over the spot where he had bit not two minutes earlier. "Someone definitely saw us come in here."

"Y/n." He broke away from your neck, gently taking your face in both hands and holding your gaze strongly. "You’re an adult. You can do what you want. Who cares what those assholes have to say about it, alright?"

Sometimes, in moments like these, the moments that had made you so angry at him before didn’t seem so bad. He could be so sweet. His reassuring words, his soft touches, everything. You sometimes wanted them permanently without consequence so badly.

"Okay." You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and pull back into the moment you were currently in. Not exactly a completely romantic one, but one that appealed to you nonetheless. "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry. Just let me give you what you deserve." He said softly, his hand moving to push your hands apart where you were nervously picking at your nail beds. You looked up at him, smiling softly when you realized that you were just being stupid. Trying to hold standards that didn't exist just because you were tipsy.

His hands gently fell to your hips as he pulled you closer to him, his eyes calm and relaxed as he leaned down and kissed you softly. Familiar taste and familiar smell enveloped you, and you fisted your hands in the front of his Budweiser shirt to get him as close to you as he could go.

"You want me?" He broke your kiss to breathe softly into your ear, his wandering hands finding purchase in the back pockets of the Dickies that you had stolen from him once a long time ago and then had just never given back. You let out a shaky sigh.

"Fuck. Yeah." It felt like you were openly admitting it to yourself at that moment. You had thought that you’d be able to forget what it felt like to have Johnny's hands all over every inch of your body, but you were just lying to yourself. You could never forget, because nothing could ever compare.

"Good." He started on the belt that was holding your (his) pants up, his breath shaking in his throat as your hands slid under the hem of his shirt to touch his warm skin with your cold fingertips.

"Not in the bathroom—" You began when he suddenly dropped down to his knees on the ground in front of you once he had gotten your belt out of the loops, wincing at the thought of how dirty the bathroom floor probably was. The pants immediately sagged low on your hips without the assistance of your belt, and he tutted.

"Yes in the bathroom. I need it." He was half demanding and half pleading with you as he loosely hooked his fingers in the waist of your pants and pulled them the rest of the way down your legs. He then raised his eyebrows and slowly looked up to you after getting a look at the lacy thong you were wearing. "You planning on gettin' fucked or something?"

"Something like that." You said breathlessly as he took the fabric of your underwear between his teeth; that cheeky, shit-eating grin on his face as he began to slowly pull them down your thighs. "Okay, showboat. Quit fucking drawing it out."

"Feisty." He quickly used his hand to pull your thong the rest of the way off, and you frowned momentarily when you noticed that he was shoving the thin material into his back pocket. Before you could open your mouth again to voice a complaint, however, his hand was coaxing one of your legs over his shoulder, and then his mouth was on your clit with wide, open-mouthed tonguing kisses.

"Oh, fuck." You were no longer consciously aware of the fact that you were trying to remain subtle, and your head fell back as your fingers laced their way into his hair. "Fuck, PJ."

He hummed, his hand pushing you closer as he swiped his tongue through your pussy over and over again, a sucking sound coming rhythmically from the movements of his tongue. He had a hand splayed out over your thigh, and your hand unconsciously fell down to his, his fingers lacing together with yours so that he was holding your hand while he sucked on your clit.

Way to keep a distance.

You knew you were probably pulling on his hair a little too hard, and you could hear the whimpers and gasps that came from his mouth even with it being occupied, but every swipe of his tongue over your already-sensitive clit had sharp spikes of pleasure shooting through your stomach, and you couldn't help yourself. If you were making a mistake, might as well make the most of it.

"Fuck, I love your pussy. Could eat this all fuckin' night." Johnny gasped in a momentary break for air, his hand squeezing yours even tighter as he gazed happily up at you with shining lips.

"Keep going. Please." You said breathlessly, feeling unsteady and dizzy with the absence of his touch. He really did have you whipped. You could feel a whine building in your throat seconds before he was pressing his mouth back in your pussy, satiating the need that was threatening to consume you and pulling a high moan from your lips.

The sight of Johnny's head between your legs in the bathroom mirror was only pushing you further, and you could feel your orgasm threatening to hit you as you arched your back even further back against the counter while you applied pressure to his head with the hand in his hair.

"Don't stop." You gasped as if you would've been able to pry him away if you’d tried, rolling your hips up towards his mouth. His free hand moved to keep your hips in place, and then with a few harsh flicks of his tongue you were cumming, head dropping back as you let out a sound that was way too loud to be kept within the confines of the small bathroom.

As always, Johnny didn't stop licking and sucking until you were forcibly pushing his head from your pussy, overworked and overstimulated as you pulled a shaky leg from his shoulder. Reality then came crashing in on you over what you had just let him do and where you had let him do it, and the only thing in the room to soothe you was the pleased, fucked-out look on Johnny's face as he wiped his mouth.

"God, you look so fuckin' gorgeous." He breathed as his cheek fell to your thigh, his hand still partially holding you up as you took big, heavy gasps of air into your lungs in an attempt to ground yourself. A brisque smile fell onto your lips momentarily, just long enough to indulge him. However, he seemed to catch on to your hesitancy, and suddenly he was standing up. His mouth was so close to yours that you could practically smell what he had just been doing.

"Look at me." The demand in his voice made your heart jump, and despite the sudden pull of his fingers on your chin, your eyes raised to his slowly. He stared directly at you. "Open your mouth."

It wasn't a familiar request, but the strength of his voice and your craving for his attention after being touched so carefully coaxed you into doing as he asked, eyes slightly uncertain as you stuck your tongue out a little. And then, in a moment that you knew was going to be ingrained into your brain for the foreseeable future, he spat right into your mouth.

"You taste your fucking pussy on my breath?" The look in his eyes demanded a response, and you slowly nodded, swallowing down his spit with your free hand bunching in the hem of his t-shirt. He leaned in even closer. "That's the only place you should be tasting it. You're fucking me, you understand?"

Words could not describe the dizzy pleasure rushing through your brain at the harsh tone of his voice. He could've said anything and you still would've been nodding along like you were now. He pressed his lips to yours, tongue barely swiping into your mouth before he was breaking away.

"Good. Now get dressed and come back out." And then that fucker slipped right out of the bathroom, leaving you pants-less and in shock as you stared at the door he had closed behind himself.

"Fucking Knoxville." You muttered to yourself, shaking your head to clear your thoughts a little bit as you picked up your pants. And now you had agreed to only fuck him. Awesome.

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That was the last thing Johnny had said to you not ten minutes before, and ever since then, you’d been trying your best to avoid him. You didn’t know how you felt about the things he’d said to you throughout the night, and you definitely weren't sure about the fact that you were feeling a lot more partial to him than you had been a week ago.

Unfortunately for you, if you let Johnny Knoxville put his hand in your pants, there was a good chance he was going to follow you around like a lovesick puppy with attachment issues until you forcibly kicked him away. Which is why, while you were trying to both listen to and tell stories with Dave at the club couch that you had moved to sit on, Johnny was basically up your ass.

First it started with him purposely acknowledging Pontius' invite for conversation right behind you so that he could not-so-inconspicuously rest his hand right behind your head on the back of the couch, which Dave noticed just as fast as you did and sent you a look that was both judgmental and amused. Then it escalated when Johnny sat down directly next to you.

"PJ." You spoke in a warning tone as his arm knocked into yours, and you felt a deep shoot of irritation run through you when he completely ignored you and continued to animatedly talk to Pontius about the long, drawn-out way that he had come up with the stunt that you were all currently in the process of getting set up for in LA.

"You guys are still broken up, aren't you?" Dave didn't sound sure of himself as he asked, and you rolled your eyes. Not everyone in the crew knew that you and Johnny were still…doing what you were doing, although you were sure some of your friends had begun to suspect you. Thankfully you had gotten better at hiding it, and this time you hadn't even left any hickeys on each other.

"Yep. And yet here he is." You grumbled, nodding your head to the side in Johnny's direction. Usually this kind of up-close-and-personal behavior would signify that Johnny had been through a few too many tequila shots, but you knew that there were other reasons behind his clinginess tonight. "He's trying to get fucking attention."

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" Once again, Dave did not sound sure of himself on how much that really mattered. If only he knew the half of it. You pursed your lips, taking a long sip of your drink and pondering whether you had enough energy to get up and move.

"Apparently not anymore." It had been three weeks since Johnny had broken up with Mandy. Three long weeks of getting over some of the biggest fights of your lives and slowly repairing the relationship that had been tinged by the never ending drama during your breakup. "He probably fucking annoyed her into leaving like he's doing right now."

Annoyed her in one way, alright.

"Y/n, you are one of my best friends, and I love spending time with you, but I need to be like, four more drinks in before I start listening to this shit." After a second of pause, Dave spoke honestly to you, and although you really didn't want him to leave you with an overly-clingy Johnny, which he was currently getting up to do, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine. But take Pontius with you so that I can ream his ass into leaving me alone." You spoke a little quieter then just in case Johnny could hear you over his own rambling, motioning over to where Pontius was kneeled right on the edge of the long couch by him. "And grab me a beer, too."

Just like you thought, as soon as Johnny didn't have Chris' attention anymore, he was immediately stretching his arm over the back of the couch so that it was mere inches from being wrapped around your shoulders before he was turning in your direction. He was met by your bitter glare, which he took in head-on.

"What's wrong with you?" There was no snark in his tone, but you could tell that the allusion was there. You couldn't exactly blame him, because you knew perfectly well that you looked miserable, but god be damned if you weren't going to blame him anyway. You weren't quite done being mad at him, after all.

"Do you have to sit right next to me? You're touching me." You complained, shooting a dirty look at the lack of space between you. He didn't move, which didn't surprise you at all, just let a hint of a grin ghost his lips.

"Did you get rid of everyone on purpose, or are you just scaring people away with that look on your face?" He retorted, raising his eyebrows in question over the rims of his JK monikered sunglasses. You just stared at him, trying to hold yourself back from snapping something back.

"Getting me a drink and being scared off are two different things. Just like making conversation and pestering." You were speaking pointedly, and you made sure that he could tell by the look on your face. He blew his breath out in an almost-whistle, shaking his head.

"You wanna make conversation? I'll make conversation." You could tell that you were starting to get to him, and you had to bite back a grin at the fact. Usually he was pretty easy-going, and your attitude did nothing if not encourage him more, but today he was evidently off his game. He wasn’t quite done being mad at you, either. Baby steps. "You wanna hear the story I was telling Chris?"

"Hell n—"

"It actually involves you. So you know how you learned how to do that move where you kick someone and knock them out just in case we did a bit on it?" Great. It involved you. That was always nice. When you gave up on ignoring him and just nodded along, he continued. "I wanted all the guys to get that done to them to see who takes it best, but I know you're busy tomorrow so I found a different chick that can do the same thing. You know, because it's funnier to have a bunch of guys get knocked out by a girl."

"Why are you setting up before the actual day if it's not a set stunt?" You could get knocked out anywhere in the world. You didn't need a set for that. You knew you were just digging yourself into a hole by asking questions, as he would definitely answer by tenfold, but you were kind of in a tough position considering he was about three inches away from you. And you weren't completely against the fact that you could smell the scent of his sweet cologne due to how close he was to you.

"Because I want them to fall off a ledge and onto a catch bag when they go down." He said it like it was obvious. Sometimes you wondered if something was a little not right in his head. "God, I wish you could be there tomorrow. You could've done those cinematic falling shots. You know, you could always just—"

"Don't ask me to come in. It’s my one day off." You had been working non-stop for close to two months now, and you were starting to get a little burnt out. It also didn’t help that you knew you’d be deathly hungover by the time morning came. Plus, he didn't really care about your falling shots. He just wanted you to be there so that you were the one doing the kicking.

"Even if I did come in, I wouldn't get any shots, because you'd want me to kick."

"You just look so much better on camera." You were supposed to be ‘gently leading back into things’, but he could say things like that. He was just full of good stuff tonight. You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

"Funny." You were refraining from making any comments on that. He seemed to be in too much of a good mood for things to genuinely bother him, but you didn't want to chance it. You were honestly enjoying his company (for once) too much to ruin it.

"What? Your face is cinematically pleasing." He protested, reaching out to pat your knee with a satisfied look at his own compliment. You snorted.

"Cinematically pleasing. That's an interesting compliment." You muttered, grinning despite your best intentions. He really was funny, whether on purpose or not. "PJ, you don't care about being cinematically pleasing. You just want it to look like it hurts."

"But I care about you caring about it." He insisted. You then noticed that he had never taken his hand off of your knee after he'd first touched it, and you silently wondered if he was even talking to you past trying to get in your pants for the second time in an hour. "You know, we should really buy you one of those fancy still shot cameras. You take great fuckin' pictures. I think you’re even better than Kosick."

"You're being real nice. I thought you were mad at me." You said softly. His hand hadn't moved up any further, but you knew it wanted to. Especially because he was pointing out things that he never even made a point to mention before.

"Can’t be mad at you when you look as good as you do, dollface." As he said that, you scoffed with a badly-suppressed grin, because he was really something else, but he clearly was oblivious, because he continued to talk. "Anyway, I think the next stunt we're gonna set up is—"

Dave and Pontius never came back. Which meant, in turn, you were left with the babbling wonder for the unforeseeable future, during which he didn't shut up for more than a breath before continuing into whatever asinine topic he could think of next. The only time he'd left you alone was to get up and get the both of you more drinks, but he'd been back with a bottle of vodka before you could make an escape.

By the time you could see your friends progressing into drunk, doing-stupid-things territory, it felt like your mind was melting. You and Johnny were still sitting on the couch, but you were now turned sideways so that you were facing him directly with your legs crossed and your face resting in both hands as you stared dead-ahead in his general direction. You were starting to think that you were going to have to toughen up and escape for home. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to deal with this any longer.

"...and I didn't hate it, per se, but I didn't really like it, either. I mean, it was better with you, but I haven't done it since." He was now on the topic of acid since he'd seen someone selling it in the corner of the club, and he was telling you things you already knew. Like he said, you’d seen him on acid a few times. "Did I ever tell you about the time that I thought you were coming to kill me when we took acid?"

Alright. Enough.

"PJ. Honey." You took the one of his hands that wasn't holding the vodka bottle in yours, evidently startling him out of continuing his story as his gaze steadied on yours. You shook your head. "No more stories."

"Oh, Jesus. I've been talkin' your ear off." He seemed to suddenly realize how long you’d been sitting there and how much more crowded it had gotten since you’d arrived pretty early in the night. You nodded slowly, stifling a yawn.

"I gotta hand it to you. You really know how to keep me from getting out of control in your own, special way." You muttered, leaning your head to the side so that you could rest it against the back of the couch. "And you don't have to tell me about when you thought I was going to kill you when you were on acid. I remember when that happened. You freaked out and rolled yourself out of bed."

"Why didn't you tell me to shut up sooner?" He asked, as if the thought of him rambling until you died actually bothered him. You let go of his hand, reaching into the pocket of your sweatshirt until you found your cigarettes and lighter before pulling them out.

"I was waiting for Dave to come back with my beer." That was a lie, and he knew it, but it was easier than admitting that you liked the sound of his voice. You let smoke pour out of your nose as you lit your cigarette with your head still resting against the couch, looking up at him with tipsy interest. He tsked, reaching out and brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"I tired you out, didn't I?" He asked, speaking softer now as your eyes closed slightly to his touch. Too much vodka and not enough self control.

"Yep." You mumbled, leaning your face completely into his palm and letting out a soft sigh. You could've fallen asleep right there if you’d put some effort in.

"You gonna go home?" He sounded slightly dejected, and you felt your heart ache. Maybe you wouldn't leave alone. Maybe. His hand was still on your cheek, and he was wearing one of your favorite shirts on him.

"Yep." You said again, taking your cigarette out of your mouth and lifting your head up off the couch to look him seriously in the eyes. "I'll take you home with me if you kiss me."

Okay. Zero self control. But he’d been sweet lately, and you felt good about tonight. His lips parted slightly in surprise, and then he was grinning.

"Oh, that's what we're doing now?" He chuckled, his eyes slowly moving down and then dragging back up in a look that was close to eating you alive. He then leaned in, the hand on your cheek moving to grip your chin before he was pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. It was a lot sloppier than you were anticipating, but you’d both been pretty stringent with kissing up until then, so it was barely a second before you were reciprocating with equal effort.

Making out in the middle of a crowded club when it was pretty common knowledge that you weren't together probably wasn't the smartest idea, but honestly, who gave a fuck. If no one was ever going to pull you aside and be real like good friends were supposed to when you were making bad decisions, then you were just going to keep making them in the form of your all time favorite bad decision. Whose name happened to start with a J. And who was slowly working towards turning himself into a…neutral decision.

"Whew. Straight vodka." He said as he broke away from the kiss, making a face. Clearly his tongue in your mouth had betrayed how much you’d been drinking throughout his night of storytelling, and you winced apologetically.

"Yeah. I think I drank too much." You admitted, looking down towards his spit-shined lips another time and then grinning in guilt when you saw that he was watching you. "Way too much."

"Well, now I guess I have to go back to your place, huh? Make sure you don't asphyxiate." He crooned, holding out a hand for you as he started to stand up. You snickered, getting on your feet and then immediately feeling the liquor hit you as you swayed violently. Never drink sitting down.

"Thanks, Knoxville. No hidden intentions there, I'm sure." You raised your eyebrows suspiciously at him, and he feigned an offended look as he extended his arm for you to hold onto with most of your weight.

"Knoxville? You were callin' me PJ a minute ago!" He protested as he basically held you up while you walked, holding one of your hands while you used the other one to take another drag off of your cigarette and shrugged.

"That's your name." You said through smoke, giving Dave a huge grin and a thumbs up as you passed him at the bar with Pontius and Bam. He threw a hand in the air, and you just made a kissing face before he was too far behind you for him to see you anymore. Bam looked even less impressed.

"Not with you, it's not." Johnny was clearly trying to pull you faster so that you’d stop making faces at your friends, and you leaned into his shoulder and groaned at the quickened pace. Your drunk stumbling was no match for his long strides.

"Okay, PJ." You rolled your eyes, almost dropping your cigarette when Johnny reached his arm around your shoulder with his hand still holding yours to pull you away from running into someone. You blinked when your head spun. "Whew. Why did you pick vodka?"

"You like vodka. Clearly." He explained, glancing to the side to give you a pointed look. You chuckled at that, knowing that was about the truest reason he could've given. Vodka and any other liquor, especially liquor bombs, were usually a horrible mix that had you hating your life for at least a day an a half, so you were already on a path towards destruction.

You didn't know if Johnny was even sober enough to drive, but you weren't sober enough to care, so you trailed right along after him until you were getting into his car, which was sloppily parked on the curb to the left of the club. You hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye to anyone that you had come to the club with in the first place, which you knew you were going to get shit for when you came back to work in a few days, but you couldn't be bothered considering Johnny had been literally holding your hand with his arm around your shoulders.

"I love sleepovers." You hummed as he helped you into the passenger side, blowing him a kiss and silently wishing that he had brought the bottle of vodka with him.

"Yeah, that's all it's gonna be, Y/n/n. You are plastered." Johnny said seriously, reaching across you to buckle your seatbelt and then taking your cigarette butt from you and huffing in a small drag before tossing it into the road. You pouted.

"Then we have to at least snuggle.” When had you ever had a sense of pride and self-respect, anyway? He raised his eyebrows.

"You know, if you keep all of this up, I'm gonna forget some rules that we've been following, sweetheart." He hummed softly, giving you a pointed look before shutting your door and not giving you a chance to respond. You made a face as you watched him walk around to the driver's side, drunkenly wondering when the hell you had ever been ones to follow rules.

"I'm just drunk, Peej. Let me live my life." You groaned once he opened his door, leaning your head against the shoulder of his bucket seat and blinking slowly at him. He turned the car on, giving you an I'm well aware look before resting his arm next to you on the console and taking your hand again.

"Oh believe me, honey. I'm all for you living your life."

The drive home felt like forever. You were getting tired, but at the same time you wanted to keep the party going once you got back to your apartment. You couldn’t help but picture the sight of Johnny in your bed the entire ride, running your thumb over the top of his hand as you did so whilst staring intently out the windshield.

When you finally pulled into your parking lot, you had realized that there was no way you had enough energy to keep any type of party going. Too much vodka and a long work day had sucked everything out of you. Not to mention Johnny sucking a lot out of you in the club bathroom to add onto everything.

By the time you both got into your apartment, you were ready to just give up and collapse on the first surface that was comfortable enough for sleep. However, you didn't get the option, because Johnny had a grip on you that kept you on your feet and off the floor that was looking more and more comfortable by the second.

"I'm not ready to go to bed yet." You whined when he tried to lead you towards the stairs that would lead up to where your room was. You had spotted your living room, and suddenly you were picturing your makeout session at the club. He let out a disgruntled sigh, pausing and looking around before motioning to the couch.

"Whaddya want? To sit down?" He asked, looking down as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his chest. Drunk you was definitely going to want to kick your own ass in the morning. Especially because Johnny had the innate ability to remember all of what you had been doing the morning after.

"Mhm." You wanted to kiss him. If he hadn't been too tall for you to kiss him without pulling him down you would've, but you settled instead for letting him gently help you down so that you were sitting on the couch before you pulled him down next to you. You really needed to quit drinking. "We could sleep down here."

"Y/n, I already told you, we–"

"Just kissing!" You begged before he could tell you once again that you had rules to follow or whatever. He tongued the inside of his cheek, looking down at you with a spark in his eyes that you had a feeling was amusement. It only got worse when you pulled yourself closer to him, one leg half over his and your hand fisted in his shirt. He raised an eyebrow at you.

"What the hell's gotten into you?" He mumbled as your free hand came up to cup his cheek, his eyes having a hard time making it past your lips by that point. It was still dark in your apartment due to the fact that you had neglected to turn any lights on other than the stove light that was always on, but you could still see the look on his face. You smiled coyly.

"I miss you. A lot. All the time." Yep. You were definitely going to want to kick your own ass in the morning. Usually this happened the other way around, and Johnny was the one drunkenly admitting how much he missed you. And usually you were the one saying–

"No you don't." Johnny's eyes were soft as he spoke, and you couldn't detect the hint of bitterness in his tone that you usually could hear whenever he spoke to you.

“I do. I was trying to keep it a secret.” You mumbled, moving your hand up to cup his cheek. It only took a second of his love-drunk look trained in your direction before you leaned forwards and closed the gap, pulling him in more by the collar of his shirt as your lips met.

It was a lot sloppier this time than before, as you were drunk and Johnny liked it sloppy, so your hands were in his hair before long as you got closer and closer to him with every push of your tongues together.

One of his hands moved to your hip under the hem of your shirt while the other one stayed on your back to keep you from leaning back too far, and you could feel your entire body heating up as you pulled on his hair slightly. You’d been doing your best to keep space between you as of late as a way to actually work on your relationship, and despite all of your best inhibitions, you had really missed this much intimacy with him. He was letting you touch him more than he had in over a month (and vice versa), and he just smelled so good. You really had no self control when it came to Johnny.

"Slow down." He broke your kiss, giving you a look as he pulled your hand away from where it had been starting to push under his shirt and towards the buckle of his belt. Always ruining your plans. "You are really persistent, sweetheart. You know that?"

"I just wanna be closer to you." You pouted, looking at him with helpless eyes and saliva-coated lips as he wiped his own mouth off with his thumb. He let out a sigh, that relaxed grin coming back onto his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and slowly guided you into his side. Exactly what you wanted.

"I know. I'm right here." He reassured you, running a hand over your hair and then pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Despite what people (yourself included) wanted to say about Johnny being immature and a little too carefree, he really did do a good job of taking care of you when you were drunk. You got really touchy when you’d had too much to drink, and he never complained. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was about ten times worse, but still. You appreciated what he was doing now as opposed to being dumped in your bed and left with a bucket like the rest of your friends would do.

"You're like, the best. I wish you could sleep over every night like you used to." You babbled against his shoulder, tracing your finger over the pattern of his shirt. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm, resting his cheek against your head.

"You'd get sick of me." He reasoned, watching the way you laced your fingers together with his where you’d dragged his free hand into your lap. You shook your head adamantly, looking back up to give him your most serious look before you kissed him again. And again. And again.

"No I won't. Stay here forever." You encouraged, nuzzling your face into his neck and then squeezing his hand before yawning. "I think I'm ready for bed."

"I'll carry you." He sighed, beginning to shift out of your steel grasp so that he could actually get off of the couch to pick you up. You didn't want to let him go, but you made the effort, forcing yourself to let him pull his hand away before opening your arms to him once he was standing.

You were then carried up the stairs and right into your room, Johnny taking the trip without a single problem in the pitch darkness due to how many times he had done it in the past.

He then helped you get undressed before you attempted (and failed) to do the same for him, ending up with you already curled up in bed while Johnny slowly stripped out of his clothes in the soft hue of the salt lamp you had left on due to being late for work that morning.

When he finally got into bed (and on his past pre-determined side, no less), you immediately enveloped yourself in him again, resting your head on his pillow with your arm thrown over his side as he wrapped both arms around you.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked after a little while of silence, tilting your head upwards slightly so that you could see his face. He let out a long sigh.

"Yes." He didn’t sound excited, but you were grateful that he was indulging you regardless. You paused for a second to gather your thoughts as you ran a finger up and down the muscles of his arm.

"I’m ready to be done. With waiting." You’d been ‘taking things slow’ for what felt like forever now, and you’d had enough of long talks and trying to put your feelings on a trial period. “I really miss you. And this.”

There was a king beat of silence before Johnny responded.

"Are you sure? I’ll wait as long as you want me to, sweetheart." He said quietly, kissing your cheek gently as he massaged your hip. You took a second before nodding to prove to him that you were actually using your brain to think and not just the alcohol level of your blood.

"I’m sure. I want you, and I want to be where we were." Every day that you had spent slowing yourself down and thinking out everything between you had been torture. Necessary, but torture. You had barely let yourself touch him at all, and it had been something that you would forever crave like the air you needed to breathe. “I trust you, PJ. And I still love you just as much as I did.”

Another beat of silence, and then Johnny was turning to basically wrap you in a bear hug with his weight half on top of you.

“God, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so fuckin’ long. I’ve been done waitin’ for weeks.” He said happily, his voice a mumble against your neck as he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it. “I love you. I never wanna lose you again.”

You were losing the battle to try to stay awake, and his body heat wasn't making it much better, but you wrapped your arms just as tightly around him, running your fingers through his flattened hair. A sense of peace that you had been unable to achieve over the turmoil that had been going back and forth between you for what had seemed like forever had slowly fallen over you, and you couldn’t help the full smile forming on your face.

"I'm glad you came back with me."

"Me too, baby." He sounded more content than you had heard from him in months, and you hugged him a little tighter. As long as you had him in your arms, you didn't care about anything. And it didn’t seem like you were going to have to worry about losing him again.

[lilithknoxville]

hello! ✨

so like. the jackass brainrot has hit an all time high and i finally succumbed to making a jackass / johnny themed tumblr.

my carrd is https://lilithknoxville.carrd.co but like if you don’t wanna read all that, keep scrolling to find a very basic about me :)

my name is lilith! you can totally call me lily if you want - i really don’t care either way

i’m 23! i was born in september and im a virgo

i’ve been in love with johnny since i was six years old, but i was also a bam girlie too lol. i’m more of a johnny and chris girl now but i will forever hold a soft spot in my heart for bam. him and johnny will forever be the loves of my life 🩷

im a writer! i’ll more than likely be posting little stories and stuff on here! thats why i made this tumblr lol. most of my friends think im annoying for how much i talk about jackass / johnny so i needed a place to scream LOL

that’s really it for the most part! you’re more than welcome to send me a message or whatever. or pls jump into the asks and give me story ideas 🥲 im but an eel and never have any good ideas on my own

Below the Read More are links to stories I’ve posted! This list will be ever growing so keep checking back here for quick links to all of my stories!

Key:

🩷 - Fluff 🖤 - Smut 💙 - Angst

Johnny Knoxville

Quickie 🖤

Needy 🖤

Barbells and Bitemarks 🖤

Only You 🩷💙

Don’t Say That I Didn’t Warn You 💙

Jess Margera

Unexpected Harmony 🩷

[dangerehrenn]

OMG BAM SHOWER SEX IF U HAVEN'T DONE IT ALREADY

18+ pls, hope u enjoy ;)

fem!reader

shower sex with bam

this definitely started because he just refused to stop messing around and shower

he’s been outside all day, practising tricks on his skateboard

it’s getting late and you want to chill with him

but he’s so sweaty

so you just casually drop into conversation that you’re going to shower

he can join you if he wants

2 minutes after you step into the shower the door creeks open

and bams there with a smirk on his face

“couldn’t even wait for me?”

he takes his clothes off and gets in the shower with you

absolutely no intention of getting clean

“fuck, look at you, my girl”

he starts kissing your neck and lifts your leg up so it’s on his hip

you’re already soaked from watching him on his skateboard all day so he slips in easily

the moan he lets out as you welcome him in is absolutely sinful

as he picks up the pace you start slipping but he just picks you up and holds you against the wall as he pounds into you

you reach your high quickly, bams whines and moans causing the knot in your stomach to snap as well as the relentless thrusts

you bite down on his shoulder as he empties himself inside you with a whine

“oh baby you’re killing me” he says between kisses on your neck

you both stand, embracing the water after your heated session

“time to get cleaned up now, bam”

“why? i’m only gonna cum in you again later” he says with a wink

[welcometojackass2022]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Boys x Fem!Reader) [Smut] (Bam, Dico, Raab, Ryan, Rake)

I wrote this based on my desire to be the entire CKY friend group’s personal whore. I would have included Frantz, Jess and Bottaro but I’d already locked in the other five guys and figured I’d keep it to those five so this isn’t too long. You get a separate scene with each guy so feel free to skip to your favorite boys. Most of the GIFS were previously provided to me by @lovelyra <3

Description: You’re a valuable asset to the CKY friend group. You help them with pranks, you film stunts for them, you make them laugh, and, best of all, you let them all have their way with you whenever they want. You’re their own personal free use sex doll, and it’s the best job in the world.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Free Use/Group Free Use, Female Reader, Each guy takes a turn with you at different times so there’s no threesomes here but they all explicitly share you, You’re like a friend with benefits except for the entire friend group, Bam’s pretty sub, Raab’s pretty sub, the rest are various shades of dom, zero plot here tbh

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @cryinonthefloor553 literally just tagging everyone I figured would be interested.

The number one rule of being the friend group’s free use girl was that Bam always went first—and by first, I mean first thing in the morning before the rest of the guys were even awake. If you were in the kitchen making breakfast, he’d come in and try to get you to fuck him while you cooked bacon on the stove. If you were on the couch watching TV, he’d toss the remote across the room and have you ride him right there on the living room carpet. And if you were in bed, he’d waltz right in without knocking and obnoxiously throw himself on top of you to wake you up, which was what he had chosen to do on this particular morning.

You opened a bleary eye to glare at Bam as he threw himself on top of you, his long hair falling into your face as he stared down at you with a grin. “Did I wake you, sleeping beauty?” You rolled your eyes and pushed him off enough to sit up as you yawned. “No, Bam, of course not. It’s not like you just threw your entire body weight on top of me, that would never wake me up.” Bam’s grin widened, and he pointedly ignored your sarcastic reply as he crawled under the covers of your bed and pressed himself against you, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around himself so you were cuddling his body close to yours. “You’re so warm.” You grimaced. “Your feet are cold.” Bam shrugged, not looking sorry in the least as he ran his ice cold feet up your legs under the covers. “All the more reason to be under the blankets with you, you can warm them up for me.” You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t hide the smile that was starting to form on your lips. He was annoying as hell, but in an endearing way. You leaned closer to him and pressed your lips against his in a kiss that started out gentle but soon became eager and rough from just how desperate Bam was for your touch; you could feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh under the covers, and you palmed it as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, prompting him to whine softly against your lips and pull away with a pout.

“Damn you, (Y/n), I was trying not to get hard. I don’t have time to let you fuck me today.” You raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you even wake me up if we’re not gonna have sex?” Bam rolled his eyes, resting his head against your neck and closing his eyes. “I wanted to cuddle for a little bit. I have to leave soon to go meet Frantz to film some extra bits for Viva La Bam, and I figured I could get in a little spooning time beforehand. But then you just had to go and kiss me like that and now I’ve got a boner, so thanks a lot for ruining my plans.” You laughed. “How does you having a hard-on stop us from spooning?” Bam shot you a look. “Well I’m obviously not gonna leave this room with a boner, so now we have to spoon and fuck around at the same time, and we have to do it fast. I have to be out of here in like fifteen minutes.” He turned over so his back was against your chest, draping your arm over him so you were spooning him from the back, and then he guided your hand back down to his bulge. You laughed, squeezing his erection in your hand. “You’re so demanding, Margera. Let me guess, I give you a handjob while you lay there and whine like a little bitch the whole time?” He looked back at you with a mischievous little smirk. “You’re a goddamn mind reader. Now get going, babe, I haven’t got all day.” You rolled your eyes, snaking your hand down the front of his boxers to wrap your fingers around the base of his hot, hard little cock with a teasing pump. “You know, King Bam, a ‘please’ would be nice once in a while.”

Bam didn’t respond, merely leaning his head back against your chest with his eyes closed as he took in the feeling of your soft hand gripping his shaft. You rubbed your finger over his tip, circling his slit and swiping up a bead of precum, and his mouth fell open as he let out a breathy moan. Your grip on his cock tightened and you pumped his shaft even faster, rubbing over his balls with your free hand and pressing down on the head of his cock to keep him from cumming too quickly. Another whine left his lips, which were shiny and slick with the drool he was struggling to keep in his mouth as he bucked his hips against your firm touch, his tummy and chest jerking every time your fingers slipped over his slit or rubbed over the underside of his shaft. After an especially firm stroke, Bam’s hips stuttered, and he started to pull away from your grip; unsurprisingly, given how sensitive his cock was and how easy it was to overstimulate it. On most mornings like this you would have kept on teasing him for at least another half hour just for your own amusement, but this needed to be over with quickly if he was gonna leave the house on time, so instead of showing mercy and going a little gentler you merely doubled down and began jerking him off even more intensely, squeezing his balls in your hand and playing with his tip over and over again until his cock was twitching wildly in your grip, his hips bucking forward desperately as he got closer to cumming. Bam craned his head back to bury his face in your tits, grabbing at your arm as you roughly stroked his shaft until, finally, he whinily blew his load all over your hand.

You held him against you for a minute, spooning him while you let him catch his breath, and then he turned his head back to give you another kiss, this one much softer than the one he’d given you earlier. “Thank you.” You smiled, pushing his long hair out of his face affectionately. “Anytime, Bam. Here, clean up your mess.” You held your hand up to his lips, letting him lick his cum off your fingers, and then you pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and sat up against your pillows. “You’ve gotta leave pretty soon, right? Might wanna go straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, just so Frantz doesn’t ask any questions.” Bam sat up too, smoothing his hair out and tucking his soft cock back into his boxers. “Frantzy boy’s usually too busy cumming his pants over his new camera equipment to notice anything else. I do need to go ahead and leave, though. Sorry for waking you up so early.” His voice softened a little bit towards the end, and you affectionately stroked his hair. “Aw, no worries, Bam. You know I like spending my mornings with you. And anyway, it’s better than what you did yesterday, trying to get me to fuck you while I was cooking bacon on the stove.” Bam grinned. “Oh come on, that wasn’t so bad.” You shot him a look. “Bam, you got burned by the grease at least three different times and the pan almost caught fire.” He shrugged, getting up from the bed and smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. “It was worth it, though. Listen, don’t let the other guys wear you out too much, okay? I wanna sleep in here with you tonight.” You smiled. “Sure thing. See you tonight.” You watched him leave.

Once he’d gone and closed the door behind him, you laid back down and pulled the covers over your head, knowing good and well you most likely wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep; falling back asleep after messing around with Bam was just about impossible, which was why he was basically your human alarm clock. You laid there for a few minutes, waiting for the last remaining traces of sleepiness to fade away, and then you got up out of bed and got ready, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You leaned down to splash water on your face, and when you straightened up, you noticed in the reflection of the mirror that Dico was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with his trademark smirk on his face as he watched you freshen up. “Jesus, Bran, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days if you keep sneaking up on me like that.” He laughed, leaning against the doorway and turning his baseball cap backwards. “Funny you say that, my ex-girlfriend said the same thing. She had the loveliest funeral, wish you could have been there.” You playfully rolled your eyes, drying off your face with a towel and turning to look at him. “You’re a riot, Bran. What are you doing up so early? It’s not even half past nine.” Dico fidgeted with his hat as he grinned. “I heard Bam’s whiny ass moaning at the top of his lungs a few minutes ago. The whole neighborhood probably heard him, actually, that loudmouth. What were you even doing to him?” You raised your hands defensively. “Just a little handjob, that’s all. He had to leave early to go film some stuff with Frantz so I had to make it quick.”

Dico raised his eyebrows. “You must have been practically ripping his dick off if it was making him that loud. I’m kinda jealous, honestly, you should give me one of those power handjobs sometime. Actually, that’s why I’m here. I wanted to get my turn in before the other assholes wake up and try to fight me for you.” You shot him a look. “Fight? What are you, a Roman gladiator?” He grinned. “I can be, if you’re down for some roleplay.” You shook your head. “No way. Absolutely not. I’m never doing roleplay with you again, not after that Ben Franklin fiasco last month.” You led Dico out of the bathroom to the kitchen, and he laughed. “Oh come on, you’re not still mad about that, are you? The whole point of roleplay is to get into character and that’s exactly what I did.” You frowned, opening the cabinet to grab a container of pancake mix. “I never asked you to dress up as Benjamin Franklin of all people, Dico. I thought you were gonna be a professor or a doctor. You know, something sexier than a founding father.” Dico took a bag of shredded cheese out of the fridge and stuffed a handful in his mouth. “That’s boring, babe, nothing’s sexier than a founding father. And anyway, Benjamin Franklin actually got a lot of pussy, so I was way more on theme than you’re giving me credit for.” You snickered, swiping the bag of cheese from him and sticking it back in the fridge. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. So what were you wanting me to do, anyway? I’m guessing you’re not gonna copy Bam.” He pulled out the orange juice and drank straight from the carton, nodding as juice trickled down his chin.

“Figured you might get a little bored if you have to give two handjobs in a row.” You smiled with the slightest bit of amusement at how casually disgusting he was as you took the carton of juice away and put the cap back on. “How thoughtful of you. What did you have in mind, then?” Dico leaned back against the countertop with a little grin, fiddling with the brim of his baseball cap. “I was thinking maybe I could eat you out while you sit on the kitchen table.” Your eyes widened, and you leaned over to feel his forehand with the back of your hand. “Are you feeling okay, Dico? Is there some kind of sickness going around that I wasn’t aware of?” Dico shot you a look, swatting your hand away with a sheepish grin. “Oh come on, it’s not like I never eat you out. I ate you out a couple weeks ago, remember?” You put the container of juice back in the fridge and shrugged. “I mean yeah, Bran, you do it every now and then, and it’s nice, but usually you just ask me for blowjobs, not that I mind it that much. I guess I’m just surprised you’re offering it out of nowhere, and on the table of all places.” He grinned. “I had a dream about it last night. You were sitting on the kitchen table and I was eating you out. It was pretty hot. Aside from the fact that you were dressed like a clown. Actually, now that I think about it, that just made it hotter. You look sexy in clown shoes.” He leaned over to kiss you on the cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile. “That’s definitely what you want to do today? Eat me out on the kitchen table?”

Dico nodded. “Either that or we try the Benjamin Franklin roleplay again.” You laughed. “Guess I’ll go sit on the kitchen table, then.” You set aside the box of pancake mix you’d planned on using and made your way over to the table, sitting down on top of it and pulling up your nightgown to give him access to your panties, and Dico sat down in one of the chairs at the table so he was facing you, pushing your nightgown further up your legs to expose your bare thighs and leaning down so his face was barely an inch away from your pussy. He quickly pulled your panties aside to show off your dripping wet pussy lips, rubbing his fingers over your entrance and just barely pushing one of his fingertips inside you to feel your wetness. Dico grinned. “Damn, already wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” You shrugged. “Maybe jerking Bam off turned me on.” He smirked, pulling his finger away and grabbing at your hips to hold your body steady as he moved his face closer to your pussy. “Whatever you have to tell yourself, (Y/n). Alright, don’t squirm too much. Or do. Whichever one means it feels good. I can never remember.” Dico leaned close and pressed his lips against your wet pussy, staring up at you with a slightly smug look as he circled the tip of his tongue around your clit. You moaned softly under your breath, pushing your hips a little further forward so your pussy was closer to his mouth, and his look became even smugger as he sucked on your sensitive clit.

Dico’s fingers groped and squeezed at your soft thighs, his hands guiding your legs over each of his shoulders to give himself more access to your wet folds, carefully running the tip of his tongue over the line between your pussy lips to taste you. You smiled at how uncharacteristically cautious he was being; as much as he’d protested, the idea that Dico didn’t eat you out all that often was 100 percent accurate, and as a result of his lack of familiarity with it, he was easily the least skilled at it out of the entire household. That’s not to say he was bad; he genuinely tried his best every time, and he never had issues making you cum. He just didn’t dive straight into it with desperate hunger like Bam and Raab did, and he didn’t know all kinds of interesting tongue maneuvers like Rake and Ryan did. He was very straightforward and blunt about it, which was admittedly the thing you liked most about messing around with Dico. No frills, no romance, no flattery. He made you laugh, told you exactly what he wanted to do, and then he did it. As much as you appreciate romance and intimacy, especially from some of the other guys in the group, it was nice to have someone to go to when you weren’t in the mood for sweet, flowery sex. Dico ran his tongue up the length of your pussy again, lapping up the taste of your wetness, and after a moment you gently pushed on the back of his head, motioning for him to get on with it. “Come on, Dico, get in there, it’s not gonna bite you.” He grinned up at you. “You sure about that? I could have sworn I saw a set of teeth down here a few seconds ago.” But he obliged you, his hands still on your thighs to keep himself steady as he pushed his face right up against your pussy, the tip of his nose pressed against your clit as he licked and sucked on your sensitive pussy lips.

You gasped at the feeling of the tip of his tongue penetrating your wet folds, and Dico’s grip on your thighs tightened, the smallest of smirks on his lips as he pulled away to kiss a line up your inner thighs. “When you cum, try not to get it all over the table. Aim it at my mouth. Women can aim, right?” You rolled your eyes at him, bucking your hips up to try and get your pussy back up against his face, and he took the hint, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on it as he moved one of his hands away from your thighs to push a finger inside you once again. His saliva mixed with your wetness made it nice and slick, and he slid his fingerin and out of your dripping cunt with ease, hooking it up to brush his fingertip against your sensitive spot as his tongue swirled over your clit once again. You wrapped your legs around his neck, pushing his head down so his face was pressed against your pussy once more and his head was clamped between your thighs. Dico aggressively circled his tongue over your clit repeatedly until your legs started to shake, and then he sucked on it over and over again until you were on the brink of orgasm, a loud moan leaving your lips as you bucked your hips against his lips one final time and then came against his mouth. Dico didn’t bother waiting for you to finish before he was already eagerly lapping up your juices from your overstimulated cunt, smiling when you whined softly under your breath and stroked his hair until he pulled away. “Wow, that always ends up tasting way better than I think it will. I always think it’s gonna taste like battery acid and instead it just tastes like pussy.” You laughed, smoothing his hair down as he helped you off the kitchen table and fixed your panties and nightgown. “Very observant of you, Bran. Pussy tastes like pussy. Who could have guessed?” Dico grinned at you.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. How did I do?” You smiled and leaned up to give him a real kiss; Dico liked long, overly noisy kisses when it was just the two of you. “You did great, baby, thank you. Here, let me pay you back before everyone else wakes up.” You reached for the button of his jeans, only to realize there was a wet spot over his crotch, and when you looked up at him, he was grinning with a slightly red face. “Bran….did you cum in your pants while you were eating me out?” He nodded, pulling his jeans away from his boxers with an icked out look. “Yeah. It’s kinda your fault, though. You were thrusting your pussy right up against my face like a porn star, it was really hot. I need to go and change before I get a goddamn rash.” He leaned down to give you another obnoxiously long kiss, and then pulled away with a grin, walking off towards his room. “Smear a little mustard on that pussy before Rake’s turn, he’ll really appreciate it. Tell him it was my idea!” You laughed, shaking your head as you watched him go, and then you went back to the cabinet and got out the box of mix you’d put back; giving a handjob and getting eaten out all in the span of thirty minutes had made you hungry. By the time you’d eaten the pancakes, the rest of the house still hadn’t woken up yet, so you wandered into the living room and flopped down on the couch, turning on the TV and paying only the slightest bit of attention to the show that was on as you waited for the rest of the guys to wake up—“the rest of the guys” meaning Ryan and Raab. Rake had left for work before you’d woken up and wouldn’t be home til later, Bam still wasn’t back from filming stuff with Frantz, and Dico would most likely be upstairs playing his video games for the rest of the day.

The fact that Raab and Ryan were the ones still left in the house was pretty unfortunate for you, given that they slept in way later than everyone else, but it at least gave you some time to chill out and watch TV. Three hours passed, and the boys still hadn’t woken up. You glanced over at the big clock on the wall; 12:30pm on the dot. Jesus, how late did they stay up last night? Just as you were considering going upstairs and playing video games with Dico to pass the time, Raab made his way down the steps, his hair messy and his t-shirt and ratty gym shorts slightly wrinkled. “Did you sleep well, Raab? I was waiting for someone else to wake up, half the day’s already passed.” Raab sleepily rubbed his eyes and smiled at you as he walked over to the couch, crawling on top of you to lay with his head on your chest. “Me and Ryan stayed up until 4am watching some car show on MTV.” You grimaced, stroking Raab’s hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Ryan probably won’t be up for another four hours.” Raab yawned, shaking his head as he buried his face in between your boobs. “That’s if we’re lucky.” You smiled. “You’re not still tired, are you? You slept for over 8 hours, baby, you should feel great.” Raab sheepishly nodded, glancing up at you with a little grin. “I’m always tired after I stay up that late. Can I just lay here with you for a little bit? I wanna cuddle.” You nodded, pulling him closer to you and playing with his hair. “Sure, baby, not much else for us to do anyway. Just don’t fall asleep again, you might end up drooling all over me like you did last time.”

Raab was always the one you went to when you were in the mood for affection; he was sweet, he was cuddly, and he seemed to get off more from pleasuring you than from you pleasuring him. His only real issue was that he was always too scared to tell you when he was in the mood for sex. The rest of the guys had no issue announcing it right then and there, but Raab would either stay quiet and wait for you to notice first or would just keep it to himself and not tell you until much later, after his boner had already gone away. You knew it was just his fear of not wanting to seem pushy, but it was a little disheartening. He deserved to get off just as much as the rest of the guys, but typically only got off with you about half as much as they did because of how often he went without telling you he was horny. Even now, as you rubbed his back and stroked his hair, you could feel his cock starting to harden against your thigh, yet he still hadn’t said so much as a word about it. “Raab, sweetie, are you hard?” Raab didn’t respond, but you could hear the faintest of whines coming from his mouth as he buried his face even further into your breasts and tightened his grip on your shirt. “Raab? Baby, here, look at me.” You gently tugged on his hair to get him to look up at you, and when he pulled away from your chest, his face was bright red with embarrassment. “You’re allowed to tell me when you’re turned on, baby, you don’t have to hide it. I help the other boys out with it when they ask, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t get the same treatment.” Raab nodded. “I know, but I don’t wanna get on your nerves.”

You smiled. “Baby, you never get on my nerves. I like helping you with that stuff, it’s hot. Besides, you always pay me back for it, don’t you? You make me feel good too, Raab, you can’t forget that.” Raab looked slightly reassured by this, his face a little less red as he rested his head on your shoulder and stared up at you. “That’s true…you promise it won’t get on your nerves?” He gently pressed a line of kisses up your neck, and your smile softened. “Yes, baby, I promise. Now, do you want me to help you with that little problem between your legs or do you just want to cuddle?” Raab sighed, resting his face against your boobs again. “I wish there was a way to do both at the same time.” You giggled, pushing your hand up under his shirt to rub his bare back. “There is a way to do that, Raab. It’s called dry humping.” His face lit up, and he grinned. “Oh, right! I forgot about that. Can we do that, then?” You nodded, helping him slide up so his bulge was pressed to your upper thigh and his face was against your neck, and you wrapped your arms around him to pull his body right up against your own. “Can you kiss me first?” You smiled. “Of course, sweetie, come here.” You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, letting him run his hands up the length of your sides to cup your face, and then he breathlessly pulled away, his face pink and his lips slightly wet with saliva as he moaned softly. You could feel his cock hardening even more against your thigh, and you pushed your leg up against it, eliciting an even louder moan from Raab as he desperately humped his bulge against your thigh.

He fumbled with the neckline of your shirt, trying to tug it downwards, and you helpfully pulled your boobs out for him so he could suck on them; gratefully, he gave you another slightly sloppy kiss and then immediately focused his attention on your boobs, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and gently sucking on it to anchor himself as he thrust his bulge down against your thigh repeatedly. You soothingly stroked his hair, pressing down on his lower back with your free hand to keep his bulge right up against your thigh so he could lazily grind up against it as he sucked on your tits. You could see a wet spot starting to form over his gym shorts from his precum, and you applied a little extra force as you pushed your thigh up against his bulge once again, prompting Raab to whine against your nipple as he sucked a little harder, drool dripping from his lips. “Is your poor little cock staring to leak, baby? Do you want to take it out?” Raab nodded, reaching down to fumble with his shorts as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, and you cooed over him, stroking the tip with the pad of your thumb as he switched his mouth to your other boob, suckling on your nipple with a peaceful look on his face as he shut his eyes, his hands running over your sides and gently squeezing the breast he wasn’t sucking on. You rubbed another circle over his tip, swiping up some of the precum, and then you pulled up the hem of your nightgown, gently guiding his cock so the tip was between your thighs and pressing down on his lower back to signal for him to start thrusting his cock into the line of space between your thighs, which Raab eagerly obeyed, his lips falling open as he took in the feeling of your soft thighs wrapped around his sensitive pink shaft.

Raab weakly bucked his hips just enough to slide his little cock in and out of the space between your thighs, accidentally scraping his teeth over your nipple when his underside dragged over your soft skin; he pulled away and kissed your nipple apologetically, burying his face in your neck as he continued to fuck your thighs with all the energy he could muster. You wrapped your arms around him to cuddle him close to you like he’d wanted earlier, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, and you felt his hips begin to stutter, like he was getting close. Soft whimpers left his mouth as he pressed little kisses to the side of your neck, his hands grabbing and pulling at the fabric of your nightgown as he began humping his hips forward with as much force as he could, thrusting with quick, shallow thrusts that brought him even closer to orgasm. Right as he reached the brink of cumming, he forced himself to stop, like he was intentionally edging himself, and then he thrust his cock in between your thighs one more time, as deeply and powerfully as he could, crying out with a loud whine as he coated your inner thighs with his cum. His body immediately collapsed on top of yours, his face buried in your boobs and his arms wrapped around your hips to hold himself as closely to your body as he could. His hair was all messy, his face red and slightly sweaty from how much energy he’d used up, and you comfortingly smoothed his hair down and wiped his forehead, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and rubbing his back as he tried to steady his breathing. You smiled, cuddling him close to your body. “You did so good, Raab. You’re such a good boy for me.”

Raab grinned up at you, cheeks slightly pink as he gave you an adoring look. “Thanks, (Y/n). Here, let me clean up my mess.” He pulled his body away from yours, somewhat begrudgingly, and got up from the couch to grab some tissues from the box on the table, helpfully cleaning his cum off of your inner thighs and throwing away the tissues. He helped you fix your nightgown, pulling it back down to cover your upper legs, and then quickly laid back down on top of you and cuddled himself up against your chest once again. “That was fun, we should do that again sometime.” You laughed. “What, thigh fucking? Sure, anytime you want. Remember what I said, Raab. You can always ask me to do things with you, just like the other guys do. Don’t be afraid to say something.” He nodded. “I won’t. But sometimes I just feel like cuddling, like right now.” You kissed him on the forehead. “We can cuddle for as long as you want, sweetie. Ryan’s still asleep, Dico’s probably not gonna put down the video games for another five hours, and Bam and Rake are working, so it’s just you and me for a little bit.” Raab snuggled up against your chest, laying his head down and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the silence and the feeling of your arms around him and your body underneath him, and the two of you laid there for a while as you took advantage of the unusual peace and quiet. The house was usually loud and crazy, with Bam and Ryan and Dico and the rest all pulling crazy pranks on each other and filming themselves doing dangerous stunts and getting into fistfights with each other for all hours of the day and night, so it was nice to get an hour or two to just relax.

Not that the period of relaxation lasted that long; only a half hour had passed when you heard the sound of someone stomping down the steps, and a quick glance towards the stairs told you that it was Ryan, looking just as sleepy as Raab had but also at least ten times more irritated. “Morning, Ry. Or afternoon, I should I say.” His expression softened a little bit at the sight of you laying out on the couch, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way over to you and Raab. “I made the mistake of leaving my door unlocked last night, so Bam came in while I was sleeping and covered my entire fucking floor in shaving cream and thumbtacks.” You grimaced, stroking Raab’s hair as you stared up at Ryan. “That sucks. Bam’s such a little shit sometimes.” Ryan nodded, picking up you and Raab’s legs and sitting down on the couch, laying your legs back down so they rested over his lap. “Tell me about it. So what’ve you gotten up to today?” You smiled. “Quite a bit, actually. First, Bam woke me up by jumping on me, cuz he wanted to spoon, and then I gave him a quick handjob. Then I got ready and went to go make pancakes, but Dico wanted to eat me out on the kitchen table, so that happened first. Then I made pancakes. And then Raab came down and him and I cuddled for a bit and he thigh-fucked me.” Ryan’s eyebrows raised. “Busy day.” You nodded. “Yep. My schedule’s been jam-packed.” Ryan turned his attention to the show that was on the TV for a moment, subconsciously stroking his thumb over your leg as he leaned back against the couch. You glanced down at Raab, and, to your surprise, he was asleep against your chest.

“I’ve never seen someone take a nap so quickly after waking up from a full eight hours of sleep.” Ryan shrugged, half-smiling. “I’m still tired now and I was asleep for nine hours.” You laughed, leaning over to run your fingers through Ryan’s hair, which was sticking up from where he’d slept on it. “How’d you end up cleaning all that shaving cream up?” Ryan shook his head. “I didn’t. I’m just gonna sleep down here on this couch until it gets on Bam’s nerves and he cleans my floor up himself.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you gently slid yourself out from under Raab, letting him lay out on the couch as you moved to sit in Ryan’s lap. “Sounds like something you’d do. I’d do the same thing, honestly, I hate cleaning up the messes he makes.” Ryan wrapped both arms around your waist, leaning his head against the back of your neck as he pulled you back against him. “Me neither. I don’t know how you stand him sometimes.” Truthfully, you didn’t know either. Bam could be the biggest asshole on earth every now and then, pulling the meanest pranks you’d ever seen and destroying other peoples property without a single ounce of guilt. But at the same time, he could also be the biggest sweetheart when he wanted to be, cuddling you and telling you how pretty you were and randomly buying you things he knew you really wanted simply out of wanting to do something nice for you. This was kind of hard to explain to the other guys, though, especially in situations like this where Bam had done something dickish to one of them, so you merely shrugged with a smile. “No idea. I guess I just have a soft spot for him. And to be fair, the rest of you guys aren’t complete angels either.”

Ryan grinned. “You got me there. I’m not that bad, though, I know how to behave myself most of the time.” You smirked, leaning back against his chest. “Most of the time.” Ryan’s grip on your waist tightened, and he pressed his lips against the space under your ear, his cock hardening underneath you from where you sat in his lap. You glanced back at him with a suggestive smile, purposefully grinding down against the bulge and grinning when Ryan groaned under his breath and tightened his grip on your waist even further. “I think it’s time for your turn, Ry…you’re the only guy in the house right now who hasn’t had yours yet. Rake will get his when he gets home from work tonight, but that won’t be for another three hours.” You could feel Ryan’s lips turn up into a smile against your ear. “Plenty of time for us to do whatever we want.” You nodded, tilting your head back so Ryan could press his lips against yours, and he did, his hand wandering up to grab and squeeze at your breasts through the material of your clothing, fingers deftly circling over your nipples as they hardened under his touch. Ryan’s other hand slipped under the nightgown to rub at your clit through your panties, which were already slightly damp from how wet you were, but you stopped him. “Dico ate me out earlier and Rake’s probably gonna want to fuck me later. I just don’t wanna get too sensitive down there. Maybe I can just focus on you?” Ryan looked slightly surprised and the tiniest bit disappointed, but he nodded. “I mean, I’d be an idiot to say no to that. What did you have in mind, honey?” The nickname always made you melt, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hmm…how about a blowjob?” Ryan instantly perked up, looking much less irritated than he had earlier. “Fuck yes.” You grinned, immediately getting up from his lap and turning to face him as you dropped to your knees, and you quickly undid the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled his thick, hard cock out, letting it smack against his belly as you admired the sight of it. The tip was flushed red from how hard he was, and you ran the tip of your tongue over his slit, a movement that made Ryan curse under his breath as you took the head of his cock into your mouth and suckled on it. You kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you sank down on it with your lips, taking more and more of his shaft into your mouth as Ryan tangled his fingers in your hair to help guide you all the way down on it. Once your mouth was wrapped all the way around the base of his cock, Ryan cupped your face in his hands and forced you to look up at him, groaning under his breath at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock. “Fuck, baby, you look so pretty when you’re taking my dick like this.” You moaned softly on his cock, drooling on it as you pulled it halfway out of your mouth and ran the tip of your tongue over the underside of his shaft, and with your free hand you played with his sack, rubbing and gently squeezing his balls. Ryan let you tease the head of his cock for a little while longer, and then he firmly pushed down on the back of your head, signaling for you to take the entirety of his cock in your mouth once again.

You obediently took his cock into your mouth all the way to the base once again, and he tightened his grip on your hair, holding your mouth down on his cock so the tip was pressed against the back of your throat. You resisted the urge to gag as you got used to the feeling of his cock all the way down your throat, and once you’d gotten used to it, Ryan pulled you all the way up off his shaft and then promptly pushed you all the way back down on it, fucking your throat with a steady rhythm that was just barely slow enough for you to not be gagging on his cock too much. Saliva dripped from your lips and coated his cock and balls in a way that made them even slicker, allowing your mouth to slide off and on his shaft with ease as he fucked your mouth, his hands still cupping your face as he watched your lips stretch out around his fat cock. Ryan fucked your mouth even faster, his balls slapping against your chin as his thick tip rammed against the back of your throat, and he grunted under his breath, his cock twitching in your mouth. “Jesus Christ, baby, your mouth feels so fucking incredible, just keep doing what I show you to do, sweetheart.” He slowed the pace of his thrusts, forcing his cock all the way down your throat and keeping you still in that position for a few seconds before pulling you all the way off of it again so only the head of his cock was in your mouth. “Stick your tongue out for me, honey, I wanna cum all over it.” You obediently stuck your tongue out, and he placed only the tip of his cock on it. “Alright, use your hands now, baby. Be a good girl for me and make me cum, okay?”

You nodded fervently, eager to make him cum all over your tongue, and you jerked him off with both hands, the saliva from your mouth keeping his shaft nice and slick so your hands slid over it easily. You could feel it twitching in your hands, precum steadily dripping from the slit onto your tongue as he got closer to cumming, and Ryan began to curse under his breath, lightly bucking his hips up to make his tip slide over your tongue until he finally came with a loud groan, painting your tongue with his seed. “Keep that mouth open, honey, let me see.” You opened your lips even wider so he could see his cum on your tongue, and a look of satisfaction crossed his face. “Perfect. Go ahead and swallow it for me.” You obediently swallowed it, savoring the salty taste, and he helped you to your feet right away, wiping your mouth for you as you tucked his cock back in and fixed his fly. “Thanks for that, honey, you always know just what to do to cheer me up.” You laughed. “You’re welcome, Ry, anytime. I’m just amazed Raab slept through that.” Raab was still snoozing peacefully on the couch. You led Ryan back over to sit on the couch again, opting to sit next to him instead of directly on his lap so as to not mess with his already overstimulated cock, and you flipped through the channels until you found a movie for the two of you to watch as you waited for either Raab to wake up or for Rake to get home from work; whichever came first. Ryan wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you watched TV, and you were once again able to enjoy the peace and quiet for a bit.

This time, the peace lasted for quite a while; Raab napped without so much as stirring for well over three hours, Dico remained upstairs playing his video games, and Bam and Rake had yet to return from their respective jobs, so you and Ryan were able to sit and watch movies together until well past 5pm. Just as you were starting to get bored, you heard the sound of the front door opening, and a few moments later Rake walked through the doorway of the living room, looking more than a little exhausted from his long day at work but clearly happy to be back home. You instantly got up and ran over to give him a hug, and he warmly returned it, wrapping his arms around you and letting you bury your face in his neck. “God, it’s nice to get a welcome like that every day when I come home from work.” You pulled away to give him a quick peck on the lips, and Ryan jokingly made a throwing up sound from the couch. “Get a room, assholes.” You shot him a playful look. “I know you’re not talking, Ry. I just sucked your dick in the middle of the living room.” Rake raised an eyebrow. “Damn, a blowjob? I’m jealous.” You grinned. “You won’t be jealous after we go up to your room.” Rake held his arm out, and you linked your own through it. “You’re right, I won’t. Lead the way, my lovely lady.” You giggled, leading him up the stairs towards his room and waving to Ryan as you passed him. “Don’t be too loud, you dickheads, I’m trying to watch a new car show.”

You could barely contain your excitement as you got closer to Rake’s bedroom. If the other guys were full course meals, Rake was a rich dessert and a bottle of expensive wine. He was confident, experienced, skilled, and extremely intimate, and he always made you his main priority during sex. He knew how to be sweet and affectionate but also passionate and a little rough, especially when he needed to blow off steam after a long day at work. Plus, sex with him usually ended with him cuddling you in his bed until you fell asleep, which was the most comfortable feeling ever. As soon as you reached his room, you quickly threw the door open and led him inside, closing and locking the door behind you and pulling him down to kiss you. Rake grabbed at your hips, running his hands up your sides and over your lower back as he slid his tongue into your mouth, and you reached out to grab at his cock through his jeans, prompting Rake to pull away with a pleased look. “Damn, baby, you’re really at it today.” You shrugged with a little grin. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day, ever since Bam woke me up this morning.” Rake frowned, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside to reveal his bare chest as he led you over to the bed. “Bam woke you up again? Tell me he didn’t jump on you this time.” You grimaced. “I’d be lying if I said he didn’t.” Rake shook his head in annoyance. “You need to start sleeping in here with me more, I’ll beat his ass if he pulls that shit.” You giggled, running your hands up his bare belly and chest appreciatively. “Aw, how sweet. Maybe I’ll take you up on that, if I don’t beat his ass first.”

Rake laid out on the bed and gestured for you to climb on top of him; you straddled his waist, your hands wandering his exposed body as you leaned down to kiss him again, this time much deeper than before, and Rake slid his hands under your nightgown to rub his palms over your thighs and hips, gently squeezing your soft skin in his hands. You pulled away long enough to take off the gown and throw it aside, and Rake immediately began exploring your bare body, rubbing at your pussy through your panties and pinching and twisting your nipples with his long fingers. You could feel his semi-hard cock through his jeans underneath you, and you ground your hips down against the bulge, trying to goad him into taking his cock out so you could fuck him sooner. Rake took the hint and gently pulled you off of his lap long enough to unbuckle his belt and slide his jeans and boxers off, revealing his long, thick cock in a way that made you drool with lust. You immediately took his shaft into your hand and gave it a few teasing pumps, watching it reach full hardness in your grip, and then you pulled your panties aside and hovered over the tip of his cock in preparation. Rake looked slightly surprised at how quickly you were moving with this, but you were desperate to have his big cock inside you already and didn’t feel like waiting. Rake helpfully grabbed your hips and helped you lower yourself down onto his cock head, a low groan leaving his mouth at the sight of the tip of his cock stretching out your tight wet pussy, and you slowly sank down onto the full length of his shaft, gently running your nails down his smooth chest as you adjusted to the feeling.

Rake kept a firm grip on your sides as he pulled you up and down on his cock, stretching your pussy out with his fat cock as the head pressed against your g-spot and occasionally rubbing at your clit with one hand to further stimulate you. “You’re so beautiful, baby, keep bouncing on my cock just like that. Good girl, you’re so perfect for me.” You sank all the way down on his cock again, trying to make it go as deep inside you as it could, but it wasn’t deep enough for your liking, and you knew Rake noticed instantly; he tightened his grip on your hips and quickly flipped you over so he was fucking you missionary style, stuffing your pussy with his cock as he fucked you with slow, deep, powerful thrusts that made you feel full with his dick. “Is that enough for you, baby? You like being all filled up with my dick? I love seeing you like this, baby, seeing you all desperate for my dick to the point where you can’t even stand it. You need it so bad that you just have to have it all the way inside you, don’t you princess? Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart, be nice and loud for me.” He thrust his cock inside you with extra force, ramming your sensitive spot with his cock head, and you threw your head back with a loud moan. “Fuck, Rake, it feels so good, I love having your cock all the way inside me. I need to be filled with your cock, it just feels so right.” Rake nodded and leaned down to press a series of kisses down your neck and collarbone, rubbing at your clit against with one hand and tenderly stroking your face with the other as you neared your orgasm.

Rake pushed his cock all the way inside you again and just barely pushed his hips forward to hump the tip of his cock against your spot until you came all over his cock with a loud whine, your legs shaking and your fingernails digging into his back, and as soon as you had finished cumming, Rake quickly increased the intensity of his pace, thrusting inside you with as much force as he could until he finally filled your pussy with his cum, a rough-sounding moan falling from his lips as he bred your overstimulated cunt. The two of you stayed still for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your orgasms, and then Rake started to pull out of you; instead, you quickly stopped him. “Leave it in for a little bit, I wanna lay here and cuddle you.” Rake left his cock inside you like you asked but flipped you over again so you were laying on top of him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your back. The feeling of his cock still inside you made you feel full, which in turn was making you feel sleepy, and you could feel your eyelids begin to droop with exhaustion. Rake soothingly petted your hair and rubbed your back as he pulled his comforter over the two of you. “Go ahead and go to sleep, baby, I don’t have work in the morning so we can just cuddle when you wake up.” You nodded sleepily, allowing yourself to shut your eyes and fall asleep in the comfort of Rake’s bed.

That is until about 4 hours later, when you awoke with a start to the feeling of someone throwing their entire body weight on top of you. “Wake up, bitch, you promised I could sleep in your bed with you tonight.” Oh shit, you’d forgotten about Bam. You looked up to see him standing over you with a slightly pissed off expression, Rake still fast asleep underneath you. “Sorry, Bam, Rake and I came in here after he got back from work and I guess we fell asleep afterwards.” Bam rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just get up and let’s go to your room.” You started to get up, but then Rake woke up and tightened his grip around your waist as he shook his head. “Go back to your own bed, Bam, she’s my bed partner for the night.” Bam frowned. “No way, dickhead, I called dibs this morning.” Rake wasn’t budging, though, so after another moment of staring down at the two of you with a death glare, Bam suddenly pulled up the cover of the comforter and crawled under the blankets, crawling over to snuggle up beside you from where you were laying on top of Rake. “What the hell, Bam? Get out, I don’t what you sleeping in here.” Bam flipped Rake off. “Screw you, dick, I already told you I called dibs. If you’re not gonna honor the dibs system, then I’m just gonna have to sleep in here with you two for the night.” Rake and Bam immediately began arguing, and you playfully rolled your eyes as you buried your face in Rake’s chest. The chances of the two of them fistfighting while you were right there was very high, so there was no point in doing anything other than just closing your eyes and trying to sleep. God, the things I put up with just for the privilege of having sex with these lunatics.

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The Other Woman

Bam Margera x F!Reader & Ryan Dunn x F!Reader

Desc: You’re who Bam comes to whenever Jenn’s away, and Ryan thinks you deserve better than that.

A/n: this came to me randomly and i had to get it out… also first time writing on a laptop so format is different lol! listened to a lot of jeff buckley while writing this too

Warnings: smut (18+), angst, p in v, cheating, oral (f!receiving)

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“Pssst. C’mere Trouble!” You whisper-shouted out to Bam’s cat from your bedroom door, attempting to lure him inside. It became routine at this point for the cat to sleep in your room, after all you were the one feeding it and emptying the litter box even if Novak claimed he did it. Eventually the black and white pet wandered lazily into your room after you rattled a plastic bag of cat treats to sweeten the deal. Almost immediately after you shut the door you heard a knock from outside, another thing that became routine...

You opened the door reluctantly to find a shirtless Bam, not that him being shirtless was out of the ordinary or anything. He wore that same look you knew all too well as he pushed the door to be more ajar, allowing Trouble to run right back out.

“Hey it took me a fucking age to get him in here in the first place idiot!” You waved the bag of treats around animatedly making Bam narrow his brows. 

“You keep cat treats in your room?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Not the point.” Bam took this as his queue to push himself into your room despite your attempt to bar him. 

“No, not tonight Bam.” You tried to avoid eye contact but he just kept pushing, closing the door behind him as you both spoke lowly. 

“Come on. Jenn’s finally out of town for once.” You swallowed thickly at the mention of her name and Bam picked up on this. 

“You’re not starting to feel all guilty now are you? You and Jenn don't even like each other!” 

You shot Bam a nasty look. “We like each other!’ 

He simply scoffed. “Oh yeah like you even speak at all.” 

“Well who’s fault is that, huh?!” Bam rolled his eyes and bit his lip.

“Don't get all mad at me tonight. Come on I know you want this.” He leaned closer to you, neck bent so your faces were close together, your breath hitching as you tried to delay the inevitable. 

You folded your arms and looked him in the eyes, which certainly didn't help. God he looks sexy when he's needy. He wet his lips and took your wrist in his hand, leading your own down to his crotch, palm feeling the tent in his pants. 

“Feel how bad I need you.” 

You thought of a million things you could’ve said to him. Tell him to go jerk himself off, call Jenn if he needed to fuck that bad, even to just get the fuck out but none of those options seemed tempting. In fact the only thing you really wanted to give in to were his enticing lips, practically begging to be kissed. And that's what you did, crashing yours onto his. He always made it so you made the first move, probably some fucked up little game of his.

 As much as you hated yourself for what you did, you always found yourself under him or on top of him, his lips on yours and hands clutching at every inch of your body whenever Jenn was out of the way. You always tried to keep your noises quiet, whimpering into his mouth or biting down on your hand but you could never be silent enough, the guys giving you awkward side glances each morning after, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, they knew. You hated how their eyes bored into you, feeling the judgement sink into your skin even if they were as much your friends as they were Bam’s. But you’d much prefer judgement over the dreaded... pity. 

Pity. Fuck pity. It’s not like you’re not complicit in what you and Bam would do, it was your fuck up too, not just his. You resented the fact you might be viewed as a poor little damsel, the other woman, the one waiting on Bam’s knock on your door like your prince charming had finally arrived. You wanted to fuck him too, not just be fucked. You were getting something out of this whole deal as well, or so you told yourself. 

That night it was rather quick, no stretched-out foreplay just him inside of you in a matter of minutes. You were conscious of the fact that with each thrust of Bam’s hips, your headboard would lightly hit against your wall, the wall of which you shared with Ryan. Already your head was swarming with imaginings of the looks he would give you in a couple hours, your cheeks now burning from something other than your impending orgasm. You shoved your face down in the pillows to muffle the sounds of your moans as you reached your big finish, Bam’s hands holding your hips with force as he continued to plow into you. Your tightening around Bam lead to his increasing moans and even tighter grip on your waist, thumb pushing into the flesh forcefully. With a final statement of “I’m gonna come.” Bam spilled into you, letting out a loud groan the others had to have heard. 

After a few seconds of panting stillness, Bam removed himself from you and fell flat on his back beside you on the mattress, stuffing his dick back in his pants. You rested your head against his chest for as long as Bam deemed it necessary before he stood up and picked up his sweatpants, ready to head back to his room. He never spent the night, too afraid of the tenderness.

The next morning was about as awkward as you anticipated, a brooding silence falling upon the group as you ate the breakfast Ape kindly made for you all. Bam was always good at pretending nothing had happened and that everything was normal, you not so much. Your eyes were shifting all around the room to avoid Ryan’s gaze that kept falling onto you, much too embarrassed to address anything. When the others were distracted by something in the living room Ryan finally opened his mouth.

“Thin walls.” You felt the toast you had eaten get stuck in your throat. Sure you knew that they knew but this was really the first time it was being talked about in the open, the topic was unainomously agreed to be taboo, you figured. You swallowed the food and scratched the back of your head, still not looking Ryan in the eyes.

“Not like I’m proud of it.” You started chewing the skin off of your lips, a nervous habit. You felt Ryan move his chair closer before he spoke your name in a low drawl. That's what forced you to make eye contact. His eyes weren’t cold and judgy but appeared soft, almost too soft. 

“Don't go around pitying me. I know it’s fucked up, I’m not being used.” You spat, a little more harsh than you intended. Ryan just tilted his head.

“Oh yeah? He comes to you for no reason at all then, just your company?” Tough fucking love. You knew deep down Ry was right, that Bam was using you for sex and nothing more. You weren't even sure if you were doing it for a rush or for sex but it wasn’t because you loved him or anything, you didn’t. Even still it was easier to act angry than actually call out the truth.

“Fuck off Ryan. It’s none of your business.” You scowled, shoving your chair back and standing up, ready to go off in a huff. 

“Stop doing it to yourself.” You rolled your eyes at Ryan's words.

“I don't need your sympathy.” And with that you were off to your room, ready to sulk for the day.

Over the next month or so you dwelled on the thoughts Ryan’s snarky comments brought up. “Why do you do it?” The question stuck in your brain like gum in your hair, bothersome and stubborn to get out. It wasn't until the night Jenn got home after a particularly long period away that it dawned on you. That night your bed felt so empty and your body so cold and untouched. You needed the warmth, the body, the feeling. When Jenn was around you were practically ignored and so you longed desperately for Bam to notice you, to talk to you, to touch you. You didn't want him, you wanted the thing he gave to you that you didn't get very often. Attention. 

Jenn and Bam were fighting more often now, you knew this not just from the sounds of yelling and smashing coming from their room but because the knocks were becoming more frequent and your sex even rougher. He used you to take out his anger, tight grip in your hair and hand over your throat, tightening with each thrust. He enjoyed the fact you let him do whatever he wanted to you, that you weren’t like Jenn, kicking up a fuss at every given opportunity. In fact you were obedient, opening your legs and presenting your mouth for fucking whenever he needed it. You liked the feeling of being needed, that Bam wanted you. However those emotions were often overshadowed by the fact you felt pathetic. Humiliated that you allowed yourself to be used so explicitly. Now your were beginning to pity yourself, the very thing you hated most.

After another night with Bam, Ryan’s eyes burned into you. 

“Can you stop looking at me like that?” You muttered so only he could hear, the others talking and laughing loudly on the other side of the table. Ryan continued to stare, leaving you to glare at him.

“You deserve better.” He spoke and you scoffed. 

“Can we stop with this? I’m an adult I can make my own decisions”

“Bam’s an asshole, just stop doing it to yourself.” You felt your face begin to burn, eyes flicking up to meet his, no pity in them anymore but they looked almost pleading. 

“Why do you care so much?” 

“Because I care about you.” 

The words stuck around in the air for a while, unsure if you should respond or not. Ryan was sweet, he didn’t deserve the rude comments you were snapping back with, you were just too stubborn to admit he was right. You bit your lip, eyes meeting his. Then you got up and walked away, leaving Ryan at the table. Ryan had recently bought an apartment in West Chester and seemed to be spending more and more time there after that whole encounter. You weren’t sure if they were related or not but you didn’t want to think about that. 

Jenn was away again and this night you and the crew went out, not something very unusual but Ryan skipped out. You didn't think much of it seeing as you didn’t see him too often anyways but a little part of you missed him, that wasn’t something you wanted to unpack today. Nevertheless you all ended up at Kildare’s, drinking beers and playing pool pretty horribly. It was you and Bam against Dico and Raab and the two of you were doing really badly but still having fun. You liked when you were just being normal together, talking and laughing and having a good time. That was until he got more touchy, hand resting on your lower back and guiding your body as you played. No matter how natural he made it seem you felt ashamed, embarrassed that the others were seeing you act like that right in front of their eyes. It didn’t seem all that bad when it was behind closed doors but it being opened up for them all to see? That's when you felt used, like this deal was no longer fun, that the shame was truly outweighing whatever attention you got. 

After trying to avoid Bam the entire night his knuckles hit against your door once again after you all got home. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to shut him down for good now. Really for good. 

“I can’t.” is all you said when you opened the door just a crack, trying to avoid his eyes. He didn’t listen, pushing your door open and letting himself in.

“Come on, don't be like that.” You shook your head, trying to swat away his hands that held your face.

“I can’t do this again Bam.’ 

“You say that every time.” Your stomach turned, you weren’t gonna let his blue eyes persuade you again. 

“I mean it this time. I’m really done with this, it’s fucked up.” Bam rolled his eyes.

“Every time you say that and yet every time we do it. Can’t we just skip the whole moral thing tonight?” You glared at him, feeling utterly disgusted.

“You don't get it.”

Bam scoffed. “Get what?”

Your cheeks burned red. “They don’t look at you like they look at me.”

Bam looked confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You felt you eyes begin to well up, pushing Bam’s arms off of you. “The guys. it’s humiliating.” Bam looked at you like a mad woman.

‘”I don't want to be your other woman anymore. The girl you fuck when you’re bored.” Bam scoffed again.

“Are you serious? That was the whole fucking deal! Don’t act like you’re not getting anything out of this either.”

“Really Bam? Tell me what I’m getting out of this then!” Bam tried to hush you which just angered you even more. 

“Keep my voice down?! It’s not like they don’t know anyways!” You yelled, Bam gritting his teeth together. 

“What the hell is the matter with you, huh?! Why now? Why is this suddenly a problem now?!” You contemplated for a moment as the tears continued to fall. 

“Ryan was right, you are an asshole.” You could’ve picked anything Ryan had said to you right then, but you just said the thing you knew would hurt him the most. And with that you grabbed your car keys and ran out of Castle Bam with Bam shouting down at you to wait but you didn’t listen, clambering into your car and speeding off. Your brain was hardly working then, too many thoughts circulating around to even consider what you were doing until you were outside Ryan's apartment, banging on the door in just a baggy t shirt and shorts. 

When the door opened your body acted before your mind did, flinging yourself on the unsuspecting man and kissing him with such force. Once he realised what had happened his hands held your hips as he kissed you back, walking backwards to let you in. He shut the door behind you and pushed you into it, your kiss becoming more and more heated. 

“Sorry for being an asshole.” You murmured against his lips, pulling away just to say it. “You were right.” 

He laughed, his beard rubbing against your chin. 

“Been waiting for you to say that.” You pulled away and grinned at him, removing your shirt in one swift move, leaving yourself in just a bra and skimpy shorts. 

“Been waiting on a lot of things I bet.” Ryan grinned and bit his lip at your forwardness, nodding as his hands roamed down to grab at your ass, moving you both to his bedroom. You continued to kiss as you pulled Ryan’s shirt over his head as well, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking your shorts off while Ryan shimmied off his own pants.

“So what changed?” Ry asked, moving you onto your back as he started to kiss down your neck, fingers already working at unclasping your bra. 

“Don't know.” You giggled as the pecks moving down to your collarbone tickled your skin.

“Maybe I missed you more than I missed him.” Ryan smiled up at you at that, fingers sliding under the band of your panties at your hips. Your breath hitched as his lips made it to your tummy, kissing you softly. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered against your skin and you nodded, granting him permission to pull your panties down. His own breath hitched as he saw you completely exposed for him, not because he could do whatever he wanted to you but because he could finally make you feel good. He started littering kisses on the inside of your thighs, wet hot ones. Your heart continued to beat steadily fast the closer his lips got to your heat, your back arching once he finally reached that place. He planted a kiss on your clit before moving down to your centre, hiking up your leg so it went down his back as he drove straight in. Your moans increased in volume the longer he went on and the faster he got, tongue moving in and out of you. 

You shifted around the place, bucking up into his face and hand finding itself gripping his hair. That's when his hand moved up and began rubbing circles in your clit as he tongue-fucked you. He looked up at you and god were you a sight for sore eyes. Your cheeks were a splotchy red and your hair was splayed out, bare chest rising and falling as your features contorted with pleasure, sweet noises and whimpers leaving your parted lips. Ry felt himself grow hard as he observed the way you looked when he was giving you that pleasure, blissed out and needy. He continued at it, this time sucking at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you, your moans only getting louder.

“Fuck Ry, I’m close.” You moaned out, fingers tightening their hold on Ry’s hair. He didn’t respond, only moving faster and faster until eventually you finished on his fingers, his tongue replacing those as he sloppily made out with your core. It took you pushing his head away to avoid overstimulation for him to pull away, lips glistening with your slick. He smiled as he licked his lips, wiping them with the back of his hand and crawling up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself from his tongue.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?!” You laughed against his mouth, hands resting on his cheeks.

“I’m a good listener.” He grinned stupidly back, lips moving back to kiss you as your hands drifted down to pull his dick out. It wasn’t long until he had his boxers kicked off and on the floor and his cock in your hand, pumping him slowly, your lips still touching. You arched your back and brought your arm up to rub circles into Ry’s jaw, encouraging him to enter you. You winced as he did, the pain just a little intense but his soothing hand on your waist made it bearable. 

“You okay?” Ryan whispered and you nodded, holding his face and kissing him until he began to move. He was a lot slower and gentler than you thought he’d be, his scruffy beard and persona didn’t ring true all the time you supposed. Soon enough Ry’s pace quickened as he nipped at your neck, your fingers threading through his hair, moaning into his ear. You could feel his thumb press harder into the flesh of your waist as he lifted himself up from your neck, hips snapping forward. He pushed some hair off of your face as he continued to fuck you and the look he gave you could’ve made you come right then and there. His cheeks were flushed as well as yours and his hair was all messed up from your hands and his eyes were almost completely blown out, looking down at you like you were the only girl in the world. You lifted your head up to kiss him but it was more like lips touching as you whimpered and moaned into his mouth. 

After a few more thrusts you felt yourself inch closer and closer to the edge, moans getting louder the closer you got. 

“I’m close Ry.” You whispered, kissing him right after you said it. He didn't respond, only going faster, determined to make you finish and he certainly succeeded. Your legs began to shake as you came, the orgasm washing over your entire body as you threw your head back, mouth hanging open and eyes shut tightly. Ryan thrusted a couple more times before pulling out and finishing on your stomach, his cum painting your skin as you settled.

Before you could even move Ryan was already up fetching a towel to wipe you down, dragging it across your heat gently as well as your tummy. You sat up on your elbows as you observed Ry struggling to put his boxers back on. Once he finally succeeded, he turned to face you, smiling like a schoolgirl when he saw you all splayed out for him. 

“Been a while since a pretty naked girl has been on my bed.” He giggled, clambering into bed beside you and pulling you to lie on his chest. You grinned too as he played with your hair.

“All this time I’ve been fucking the wrong guy.” 

‘Well I could’ve told you that.”

End.

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i’m begging for some smutty ry hcs for the ry girlies pls (maybe jealous over reader hanging out with knox or bam?)

ur my bammy fr <33

ryan dunn smutty hcs <3

warnings: just a whole bunch of smut. format is wonky cus i typed it out in docs and pasted it but y’all get the gist.

note: forever grateful for the ryan to my bammy @babylovepresley for reminding me of these fools, love u bunches baby i hope u enjoy <33

mf eats pussy for days.

he’ll BEG you to let him go down on you

on ur period? he doesn’t care.

he’s had worse things in his mouth.

he’s a sucker for a good make out session

desperate hands grabbing at your hips

sometimes one hand cradles your cheek while the other is tangled in your hair, pulling at it a little bit

i personally think he loves grinding

it’s a bit of a tease for him but he loves how hot it gets you

soft dom/pleasure dom. i’m not accepting any criticism.

he’s territorial but like silently

if you're hanging out with him and johnny and he makes you laugh a little too much for his liking he’s gonna keep his cool

but the second y’all are alone he’s leaving very obvious love bites on you

“baby i think they all know i’m yours”

“still gotta mark you up a little”

“you just look so pretty in black and blue”

he loves whenever you give him head

if you’re not the biggest fan of giving head he’d never press you for it

but if you decide to do it for him he’s gonna savor every fucking moment of it

he loves it when you’re on your knees

but his personal favorite position for head is whichever one he can touch you in

especially if you don’t really like giving head, he wants to make it as pleasurable for you as he can

BIG ON PRAISE!!!

he loves to tell you how warm your mouth is

how pretty your lips look wrapped around him

big fan of mutual masturbation

hear me out- i think before you guys go all the way he’d initiate a little session

he wants to know exactly how to touch you to make you feel good

when it comes to the main event, he’s all about you

practically worships your body

i think he’s a missionary/cowgirl kinda guy

your reactions to what he does gets him off the most

which leads me to mirror sex

cus he thinks you just look so gorgeous when he’s inside you, he wants you to see how pretty you look

he loves to see how your jaw drops and your eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot

loves telling you how tight you are just for him

you cum first

no exceptions

doesn’t matter if he hasn’t cum in days and he’s about to bust

he’ll deny himself until you cum at least twice

speaking of cum- he loses it when you let him finish in you

but if not, he’ll be just as happy with finishing on your chest

essentially, sex w ryan is allll about you. the way you moan and whimper under him makes him feel like his life’s purpose is to make you feel good.