#sub bam margera

[1800miserablethot]

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: You all go swimming and some chick comes up and tries to flirt with you and Bam gets a bit jealous while watching. (Ya’lls friends don't help because they just tease him about it and it makes him even more jealous)

Setting: Iceland in the blue lagoon

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“Hanna you’re really letting yourself go, man,” Dico jokes, causing everyone to laugh and look at Hanna who replies, “I don't give a fuck,” which causes Bam to jump in and mumble “Pear ass body,” which causes everyone to erupt into laughter again. 

Bam looks around while laughing trying to spot eyes on you and when he does his smile falters and his laughter fades out. Instead, a soft glare replaces it as he sees you on the other side of the lagoon talking to a random chick who was way too close for Bam’s liking. “Uh oh, look’s like [Y/N] switching teams,” Bam hears Rake say which makes his glare darken, “shut the fuck up,” Bam hisses, his eyes going back over to you and the random chick. She wasn't bad looking, skinny yet toned body, and black medium-length hair that had streaks in it. “Bam if he was a woman,” Ryan joked but it goes one ear out the other. Along with the comment about the tattoo, the chick had on her upper thigh and the other near her boobs. His fist clenched knowing that the chick would probably try and draw your attention there, “No more hearing Bam and [Y/N] getting it on at night, instead we’re gonna be hearing her.” One of the other boys had said which another replied by saying “That’ll be hotter to listen to,” and that broke Bam. He snaps around and yells “fuck you assholes! That skank isn't stealing [Y/N] from me!” He must have shouted a bit too loudly because all his friends were now looking at him weirdly until Dunn finally spoke up, “Dude they heard you say that,” 

Bam stiffens at the realization and awkwardly turns his head toward your direction seeing you and the random lady both looking at you. He sees her giggle and you grin down at her and that causes his veins to boil with anger. When your eyes meet Bam’s he looks down before shaking his bangs out his face and looking away pretending to ignore you. You couldn't help but chuckle at how Bam was acting, quickly waving bye to the girl you make your way back over to your friends. “[Y/N] has a girlfriend,” Dico teases, “hell no, I’m taken,” you say which earns a snicker from Ryan and Rake when Bam chimes in by saying “By who, her or me?” You laugh softly at his bratty attitude, knowing that there was no bite behind those words. “Might be her if you keep your attitude up,” you joke which makes everyone else laugh and react but it only earns a scoff and an eye roll from Bam. “Fine, she can have you,” Bam retorts, going to get out of the water but you quickly grab his wrist and pull him back in. “Baby I’m kidding,” You cooed, turning Bam around to wrap your arms around his waist. Smiling softly at the pout that formed across his lips. “You know that I only want you,” You continued, seeing how his face started to flush a small shade of pink. “You better, asshole,” he mutters which makes you grin before you plant a small kiss on his pout. “You done pitching now?” you joke, moving your hands from his waist to grip his hips pulling him closer. You see his gaze glance over to what you assume to be the chick and when you glance over as well you are correct. Before you can say anything you feel lips crash onto yours, a tongue slipping its way into your mouth. You hum into the kiss knowing what he’s doing, so you decide to play his little game back. You move your hands up to cup the sides of his face, your nails digging into his skin as you deepen the kiss as much as you can. You keep him like this until you start to hear him huffing and panting into the kiss, you take his bottom lip in between yours and pull on it gently before letting it go which earns a groan from Bam. Seeing his half-lidded eyes flutter open to meet yours. “Now are you done?” you ask, your grin reappearing when he nods and takes your hand into his. You glance over quickly to see that the chick is now gone and you can't help but shake your head with a small laugh. Well, at least Bam got what he wanted. 

[urlocalwhor3]

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Bam Margera x Johnny Knoxville x Ryan Dunn

Summary:

‘Do you need some help tonight sweetheart?’ Want me and Dunn to make you feel good?’

Bam only whimpered in response, his cheeks burning up again from embarrassment over the whole thing. He felt stupid for wanting this. For wanting to be held and talked to all soft. It was pathetic.

Bam walked into the hotel room already looking on the verge of tears. His cheeks were flushed and his hands were hidden in the oversized sleeves of one of Johnny’s hoodies he found earlier.

He looked vulnerable. Delicate.

‘You alright doll?’ Johnny already knew the answer. The way Bam couldn’t meet his eyes and how shallow his breathing was from anxiety told him everything he needed to know.

He shot Dunn a look who was sat on the other bed watching some low rated movie, who only just took notice of Bam in the hallway.

It was going to be one of those nights.

Most of the time, Johnny and Dunn would make a game out of their little get togethers, which usually started with Bam refusing to admit what he wanted and ending with him crying on his knees begging them to cum.

But there were other times like tonight, where he felt fragile and all he wanted was to be held.

‘Come’re bam.’

He stood frozen. Something about today was making everything feel so much harder than the other nights he’d shown up at Knoxville’s hotel room like this.

He shifted his gaze to meet Ryan’s eyes, pleading with him to help somehow. He’d been humiliated on set all day and now he just wanted to make it all stop.

Dunn caught on immediately and set the beer he was sipping on aside, rising from his spot on the bed and walking over to where bam was stood.

‘You need it soft tonight Bambi?’ Dunn whispered. He hooked a finger under Bam’s chin and tilted his head up, thumb pulling at his bottom lip. ‘Hmm?’

They hadn’t even started and Bam already looked out of it.

‘Yes p-please.’ He said it so softly, voice cracking just barely above a whisper. Dunn laced their fingers together and led Bam over to where Johnny was now propped up against the headboard.

As soon as he took his arm and pulled him down to lay in his lap, he curled into Johnny’s side and clutched onto his shirt as the day came crashing down on him.

‘Shhhh hun. I know, I know. You’re ok.’ Johnny hushed, his voice a lot softer on nights like these, while he stroked his hair and wiped stray tears from his cheeks. He had to be so gentle when Bam was like this.

Dunn laid down beside them, softly rubbing at Bam’s back whilst having a silent conversation with Knoxville. It was always hard to watch Bam work himself up like this.

‘You’re gonna make yourself sick Bambi. Take some deep breaths for us ok.’ Ryan said slowly, still rubbing Bam’s back in an attempt to calm him slightly.

Eventually his sobs subsided into hiccups, but his breathing was still shaky and the trembling hadn’t stopped. Johnny pressed his knuckles against Bam’s cheeks, the cool feeling nice against his flushed skin.

‘Do you need some help tonight sweetheart?’ Want me and Dunn to make you feel good?’

Bam only whimpered in response, his cheeks burning up again from embarrassment over the whole thing. He felt stupid for wanting this. For wanting to be held and talked to all soft. It was pathetic.

‘You know i need to hear you say it Bam.’ Johnny pushed a few sweaty strands of hair away from his eyes. ‘It’s ok to want it sweetheart, i just need to hear it and then you don’t have to say a word for the rest of the night if you don’t want to.’

This part was always the hardest for Bam. Some nights he admitted it quicker than others, begging them to touch him the minute he walked through the door. But tonight Johnny knew they were going to have to be patient about it or Bam wouldn’t say it at all.

After a couple beats of silence and a few hiccups, a quiet ‘please’ was whispered into Knoxville’s chest.

‘Please what Bambi?’

Bam huffed out another shaky breath and scrunched his eyes shut. He felt like crying again.

‘Please t-touch me.’

Usually Johnny and Dunn would try and get Bam to be more specific, dragging out specific details about where Bam wanted to be touched and then working to tease him until he was desperate. But tonight wasn’t that night.

Bam had been unusually quiet the moment he walked in and the fresh tears in his eyes told Johnny that he was close to breaking down again.

‘Alright baby, shhh. I know. You did so good Bam. Just relax now ok hun.’ Knoxville shifted bam more into his lap, letting him lean back against his chest as Dunn moved to slide his jeans off.

‘Wanna keep Knox’s hoodie on bub?’ Bam only nodded, eyes heavy and wet from earlier.

Once he was down to his boxers, Dunn leant over to give Bam a gentle kiss, their lips moving lazily against each other as Bam let his tongue be guided into a soft rhythm.

Johnny took that as an opportunity to reach down and slowly start rubbing over Bam’s crotch, making him let out a whine into Ryan’s mouth.

‘That feel good sweetheart?’ Bam could only whimper in response, his hips bucking up into Johnny’s hand in an attempt to get more friction.

Dunn leant back, a string of saliva connecting them as he watched Bam’s face twist up in pleasure, soft little noises leaving his lips every so often.

It was such a stark difference from watching Bam out on set when he was doing dangerous stunts or skateboarding tricks. Only him and Johnny ever got to see this side of Bam, where he was so quiet and vulnerable and just needed to be taken care of. It was something special that only the three of them shared.

‘Please. Please. I-i need it… Please knox-‘

Bam begged, tears rolling down his face again out of frustration. They’d only just started and he already felt close.

‘Hey, hey, your ok hun. You’re getting yourself worked up again doll.’

Johnny moved his hand from where it was rubbing at Bam’s crotch up to his lips, drawing another whine from the boy before he slipped two fingers into Bam’s mouth.

His breathing started to slow as he let himself suck on Knox’s fingers, the weight on his tongue grounding him slightly.

Beside him, he felt Dunn pull at one of his arms and start stroking along his knuckles, taking note of the chipped polish on his nails.

‘You know you can always word out Bambi if it’s too much.’ Dunn offered carefully, just after Bam had begun to close his eyes.

Johnny felt him tense up in his hold.

‘N-no, no. Please. I’ll be good. I can be good. I’m s-sorry.’

Tears started to well again in Bam’s eyes as he let Johnny’s fingers fall from his mouth, panic setting in at the thought of not cumming tonight.

‘Shhh, there’s nothing to be sorry for baby. It’s ok. You’re being such a good boy for us.’ Johnny wiped at Bam’s tears as he spoke. ‘I just want you to breathe a little bit for me, yeah? You’re trembling again bub.’

Johnny hadn’t seen Bam like this since one of the first times he’d asked him to be taken care of.

They’d been fooling around together for a while after they first met, giving each other quickies in the bathrooms on set or making out down the hallway of Steve-O’s cheap apartment.

Knoxville had always naturally taken charge. Whether it was by caging Bam up against a wall and shoving his thigh between his legs, or whispering praise into his ear and then watching him blush and get all shy.

But Bam never let it go any further than that.

He still tried to make out like he was tough and in control of the situation, even after Johnny had just made him cum in his pants and called him a good boy only meters away from the crew.

All that changed though halfway through shooting the Jackass series, when after a particularly long day of stunts, Bam had shown up at Knoxville’s hotel room that night already in hysterics.

Sure, Johnny had seen Bam get kinda teary-eyed if he edged him for long enough, or if he didn’t let him cum when they were in the middle of shooting. But nothing like this.

He’d collapsed into Knoxville’s arms, clinging to him like a lifeline and shaking from the sobs racking through his body as his legs buckled. He looked so small and vulnerable that night it was heartbreaking to watch.

‘P-please Knox. I didn’t know where else to go. I can be g-good.’ Bam had choked out.

Johnny only shushed him and rocked him slightly in his hold, trying to comfort him as much as possible. ‘It’s ok. You’re ok hun. I’m here.’

After that night, he figured out pretty quick that when Bam was like that, he didn’t want all the teasing and mocking that normally got him off, he just wanted to be held and softly coaxed through an orgasm to the sound of reassurance.

It stayed the two of them for a while sharing this ‘thing’ they had going, until Ryan happened to be there one afternoon when Bam stumbled into Knoxville’s hotel similar to the first time.

It had kind of shocked him at first, watching Bam become so placid in Knoxville’s arms and hearing the noises that fell from his lips while he shivered at the praises he received. But Bam had trusted him to be there and soon it became almost routine for the three of them to see each other after a long day of shooting.

And that was where they found themselves again tonight.

Dunn slipped a hand under the waistband of Bam’s boxers after a few minutes of silence, freeing his cock and loosely wrapping his fist around him.

Bam shuddered at the touch, head lulling back onto Johnny’s shoulder as he whimpered into his neck at the feeling of some much needed relief.

‘You have such a pretty cock baby.’ Knoxville whispered, his lips brushing up against Bam’s ear. ‘I bet it feels so good doesn’t it sweetheart?’

Bam only hummed in response, trying to buck his hips up into Dunn’s hand as he kept a steady pace, stroking up and down and thumbing at the tip. He was already embarrassingly close and Jonny’s hold was keeping him from squirming around too much. It was like torture.

Bam chocked out a sob of frustration, too pent to keep meeting Ryan’s strokes and just wanting to cum.

‘Shhh. You’re ok bub.’ Knoxville hushed, sensing that he was starting to get overwhelmed. ‘I think you’re getting a little tired now honey? Yeah? You wanna cum?’ He asked while tracing his fingers over Bam’s heartagram tattoo.

‘Please.’

That was all the response he needed before tangling his hand into Bam’s curls and tugging softly, watching his mouth part open from the pressure and a bead of pre cum drip from his tip.

‘Can you look at me Bambi.’ He blinked up at Ryan, eyes glazed over and unfocused. ‘Good boy.’

Johnny used his grip to tilt Bam’s head down slightly.

‘Spit baby.’

And he did, some of it trailing down his chin which Dunn ran his thumb over before lightly prodding at his bottom lip, letting Bam suck for a moment.

The image was sinful. His hair was sticking to his face, his cheeks were all rosy and his eyes glistened with tears as he let out a couple hiccups. He looked so young it made Dunn think about all the times he probably needed this and couldn’t ask for it.

A comfortable silence fell over them before Ryan pulled his thumb from Bam’s mouth, making a small pop sound. Bam whined at the loss, protests catching in his throat as Knoxville moved his hand to start gently stroking at his cock.

The noise of his own spit and pre cum filling the room made Bam screw his eyes shut and try swallow his whimpers out of embarrassment. Johnny could feel his face heat up against his neck.

‘Does that make you hard honey? Cmon let me hear those pretty noises.’

Bam chocked out a soft moan at that.

‘That’s it baby.‘

After a few more strokes he could feel himself getting close. That tingly sensation was rising under his skin and he started to tremble in Knoxville’s hold again.

Dunn could hear it in the way Bam’s breathing quickened and how the quiet sounds falling from his lips became more intense. He leant back a touch, relaxing into the pillows like he always did at this point in the night, just leaving his hand to slowly rub over Bam’s thigh.

‘Knox p-please, i-i need-‘

Johnny only hushed him. ‘I know bub, I know. Just let it happen.’

He heard Bam’s breath hitch in the back of his throat.

‘You gonna cum for me sweetheart?’

And that was all it took.

Knoxville could only hold him as he milked Bam through his orgasm, watching him shake and dribble cum over his fingers and onto his own torso.

After a few more strokes, Bam’s moans soon turned into whimpers of pain. The feeling of dried cum was making him squirm and words still felt heavy on his tongue.

‘Shhh doll, you’re ok.’ Johnny said, pulling Bam’s hands down from rubbing at his eyes, not wanting them to get anymore irritated.

Dunn then left the two on the bed to go grab a glass of water and warm wash cloth from the bathroom, knowing Bam would probably be too exhausted for a bath tonight.

After setting the glass down, he climbed back onto the bed with the wash cloth and one of Johnny’s shirts for afterwards.

‘Can you sit up for me Bambi, just for a second hun.’ Ryan held his hand out and pulled him forward slightly, letting Knoxville move to help lift the hoodie he was still wearing over his head.

He then took the cloth and gently ran it over Bam’s skin, wiping away the dried tears and cum while Johnny kissed along his shoulders. Bam let his eyes flutter shut at the feeling, melting back against his hold and drifting in and out of consciousness.

After helping slip one of his old shirts back over Bam, Johnny leant over to grab the glass of water off the nightstand and held it up to his lips. Bam rested his hand on Knoxville’s arm to keep try balanced and took a couple generous sips before coughing it up slightly, his breathing still harsh and uneven.

‘Easy Bam,’ Johnny pulled the glass away, rubbing over his back. ‘Just small sips bub.’ He pressed the glass back to his lips and watched him drink a little slower this time. ‘Good boy.’

They sat like that for a couple minutes, just letting Bam come down from everything and offering gentle touches here and there.

‘I’m sorry I came over like that…’ Bam whispered into the room, the haziness starting to fade. ‘I feel stupid now.’

‘Hey none of that.’ Johnny softened his voice and used a hand to tilt Bam’s head up. ‘You’re allowed to need this hun, we’ll always give it to you.’

They’d had this conversation almost a hundred times before, and Bam still found it hard to accept that they wanted this just as much as he did.

‘You know that right Bambi?’ Dunn added, settling back against the pillows and watching Bam just nod and turn his head back into Knoxville’s shoulder.

He let himself be lulled to sleep by the sound of the tv still playing and fingers running through his hair.

Everything was going to be ok.

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Who the Jackass Guys would Main in Mortal Kombat <3

Credit to @twiggibranch for the idea!!

Johnny- Johnny Cage

Instead of putting a ton of thought into stats and skill sets, Knoxville would probably pick his character based on if they were funny or interesting to watch,

I’m so totally not projecting here ahahah

Johnny is historically bad at tech/ video games, so I could see him learning one combo and abusing the hell out of it!

Said combo is 100% Ball Breaker (see first line)

Everyone gets pissed off but not pissed off enough to stop finding it amusing-

Also the sunglasses? The charming cockiness? Both movie stars? The names?! It’s meant to be!

Bam- Nitara

Gets ragged on for playing as a chick but, I mean- look at her! Sexy vampire lady!

I mean, who cares about iffy voice acting when you’ve got, uh… *checks paper* boobs.

Has missed at least one flight/meeting bc he gets so in the zone with video games it’s scary (like the Tetris story iykyk)

Him and Ryan are the only ones who take this seriously. Bam gets white knuckling, dead silent kinda competitive-

There’s been at least one close call with a thrown controller and several matches that devolved into some bullshit tiebreaker he insists on XD

Steve-O- Havik

Havik has that whole anarchy thing going on, which I think really tracks with Steve!

He picks his character based on who looks the most metal- can we be surprised?

Would be absolutely dog shit at the game and make up some excuse about “not putting time into something that won’t get him laid” lmao

Even if he’s not super skilled, he can (and often does) button mash like a mf!!

Steve only has time to kill for video games while he’s stoned, sitting on his shitty couch all quiet and focused with the exception of the occasional chuckle at the cartoonishly over the top violence ;D

Chris- Reptile

Come on, you’re telling me he wouldn’t wanna play as a badass, shape shifting lizard dude?

In addiction, I think Reptile is one of the kindest characters in the series, which in addition to Chris’ love of animals, would make him a pretty perfect fit!

Not a massive gamer, but he’ll pick it up when the weather’s too crappy for surfing and he’s got nothing better to do,

Gameplay wise, he really just does moves that look cool (or vaguely suggestive), but he doesn’t really care much about winning,

IMMEDIATELY gets killed to nobody’s surprise. But, hey- he has fun!

Ryan- Sub Zero

Ryan is a classic kind of guy, so he seems like he’d pick one off the OG roster!

He’s been playing as the same character since Dico showed him the game sometime in highschool and he’s never thought to switch it up

Which, speaking of, he’s definitely the guy to know all the cheat codes before you find out and will 100% abuse the shit out of them XD

WAY less competitive than Bam, but he would have those combos down like muscle memory

Speaking of him those two, they could easily stay up until the sun rises, eyes turning square from ‘just one more round’ing for hours lol

[johnnycocksville777]

Bam Margera x Fem OC girl Short Story

Smut warning

Takes place in early 2000s

Sarah had been on Bam’s mind for a while now, considering she skated with him almost every day.

The two of them had never been alone together yet, due to the fact that Ryan is always there too.

She had gone to bed early this particular night, dreaming of what she wanted most in life right now, Bam.

She had known him for about a year now, and the two of them met at a skate contest, he saw her doing what she did best, making the other girls look like groupies.

She could never tell how Bam felt about her , she were more of a shy and reserved type of girl, resorting to not flirting too much unless she knew for sure that he liked her.

She went to bed thinking of the way he looked at her today, and how close the two of them sat together earlier on the edge of the skate bowl.

/////flashback earlier today/////

Sarah watched the sun set with Bam as they both sat on the edge of the skate bowl, observing as the sky painted the end of the day.

They sat there chatting about funny things that happened this week, and Ryan had just left to go home.

“Y’know I got another piercing?” She asked Bam.

His eyes widened… “Really? Did it hurt?” He responded.

“You’ll have to guess where it’s at.” She teased him as you scooted closer to him, her leg is touching his now.

“Nope nothing new on your face, other than a giant pimple here.” He said with a smile.

“What?!” She asked as she felt around on her face feeling a little embarrassed until she realized he was joking.

“Is it on your tongue?” He asked.

She stuck out her tongue at him and then blew a raspberry.

“Wait…. No it can’t be…” He said as he looked down at her breasts trying to see if she got a nipple piercing.

“Hey!” She yelled as she shoved him onto his side. She wasn’t actually mad just a little nervous.

“It’s on my ear, dumbass…” She sighed as she pointed at her right ear.

He sat back up and carefully pushed her hair behind her ear as she leaned towards him and let him look at the industrial bar that she had just gotten pierced into her ear.

“That’s pretty cool…” He said as he started out strong, then trailed off and started to stutter and mumble as he got nervous. “Never seen anything….. like….. that before.”

He tugged at his shirt some and turned a little red as she faced him and looked into his eyes, smiling.

Her smile dropped some as they just stared at each other in silence.

“I umm….” Bam started to say something but was interrupted by his mother April shouting

“Bam!!! Dinners ready!!”

“That reminds me… I have a family too who probably have dinner cooked for me. I should go, but I’ll see you later, yeah?” Sarah said as she kissed his cheek and started to get up to leave.

“Yeah….yeah.”

He said loud enough for her to hear as he touched his face where she had just kissed him.

//////flashback over— Sarah is back in bed/////

She drifted off to sleep happily.

A few hours went by and Sarah started to dream… she dreamt that she was in a submarine with one of her old friends… it was going well for a while until they heard something hitting a glass window in their sub.

They checked all the windows and waited for a little bit until they heard it again… and again… then they finally caught where it was coming from.

It was a little crab who was hanging onto the side of the sub and hitting the glass repeatedly.

They caught the problem too late, and the whole sub started to fill with water slowly as the glass cracked and cracked.

The whole sub was filled with water as Sarah took her last breath and held it as the sub went down.

She woke up in bed gasping for air wide eyed.

She looked over to her alarm and it read 2:58 AM.

She heard the same glass pinging sound as before and thought she was going crazy. Just to be safe she walked over to her window and opened it up to see Bam standing there in the dark, throwing pebbles at her window to get her attention.

“Sarah! Thank god, I was about to die of old age here.” He whisper shouted.

“What the fuck Bam. What do you want?” She asked with a smile.

“You. I - I mean I wanna see you.” He said flustered as she scratched the back of his head.

“Let me get a rope or something and I’ll pull you up.” She said

She found an old rope and tossed it out of her window and held it tight around her waist as she kept tension on it for him to pull himself up.

He was breathing heavily as he got to the top and Sarah pulled him inside.

He landed on top of her and she fell back. They both started to laugh a bit, “We gotta be quiet Bam. Or we’ll both be dead.” She whispered.

“Okay.” He said as he got up off of her and helped her up.

“So… you wanna watch a movie or something? I got Finding Nemo on disc.” Asked Sarah

“That’s fine, I brought some weed.” Replied Bam.

Sarah set up the movie as Bam packed a bowl into Sarah’s bong.

“Nice room by the way. I almost threw a rock at, I guess your parent’s window.” Bam said.

“Thanks, and I think my dad would have shot you.” She said laughing.

“Yeah I saw a pink wall with skate decks hanging from it and prayed to god that it didn’t belong to a gay brother or something.” Bam said.

Bam finished packing the bowl and they smoked it out of Sarah’s window, trying not to have the house smell too bad.

“I love this bong bro.” Bam said as he admired it after he took a long rip.

“Thanks… bro.” She said with a flat tone as she called him bro.

He looked up at her and she seemed annoyed or disappointed for a second. He knew he messed up when he accidentally called her bro. And he knew he had to do something big that night.

They smoked two bowls and both felt pretty high, they climbed onto Sarah’s bed that was facing the TV.

Bam sat at the back of the bed, leaning against the headboard as Sarah laid ahead of him on her stomach facing away from him. Holding her head up with her feet in the air.

She was dressed in a baggy t shirt and a short pair of boxers, the sight of her legs drove him crazy.

30 minutes of the movie passed by and Bam felt antsy. He said to himself, “now or never.”

“Come sit with me Sarah, I’m lonely. Can’t be leaving your house guests alone.” Bam said with a feeling that was hiding behind his words.

She looked back at him and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

She got up and made her way to the headboard with him, and sat a little bit away from him trying to give him space.

“I don’t bite. Or maybe I do Im kinda hungry.” Said Bam as he rose his arm up and signaled for her to scoot closer and get under his arm. That’s what she did and rested up against him.

Her stomach filled with butterflies as she just took it all in. He was really in her room, in her bed.

A couple minutes went by and she took her arm and laid it carefully over his waist, trying not to shake and jitter.

They laughed and made fun of most of the scenes of the movie. They laughed the hardest and had to try to stay quiet at the scene where the fish in the tank initiated Nemo as Sharkbait Ooh Ha Ha.

The arm that rested over her had a hand that danced around on her shoulder. Rubbing in circles every now and then.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Said Sarah.

“Don’t fall in.” Said Bam as he moved his arm for her.

Bam smelled his breathe as she walked away, it was semi fresh but good enough for her, he hoped.

She walked back in and laid down beside him again.

He scooted down the bed more to get comfier and she went with him, laying her head on his chest and facing her hips toward him.

He took his hand and laid it on her waist and moved it in circles on her hip, this really turned her on.

She looked up at him and just stared for a while. He noticed out of the corner of his eye, turned towards her and just kissed her passionately for a couple seconds. It scared her at first, then she leaned into it and fell in love.

They stopped kissing and both looked back up at the TV.

��Do you kiss all your ‘bros’ like that?” Sarah asked him with a smile.

“I kiss Ryan with way more passion than that.” He replied.

Sarah jumped him in the bed and they started to wrestle, she ended up on top of him, straddling him. They were both breathing heavy and Sarah initiated another kiss with him.

Bam kept it going and they began to make out, He took one hand and used it to hold her hair out of the way, and his other hand went down to grab her hip, gripping and squeezing at it every now and then.

He slowly moved his hand down to her ass and did the same.

Sarah felt him getting hard under her and it burned a fire that went up through her body and she kissed him even harder, biting his lip every now and then.

He took both his hands and used them to hold her hips, pushing her down while he grinded into her, making her moan through kisses.

A couple minutes more of this and he motions for both of them to sit up, she’s still straddling him whilst he takes off his shirt, and she does the same, she’s wearing a black lace bra.

Seeing his subtle abs drove her crazy. She takes her bra off herself, and Bam loses his mind. He slowly kisses at her breasts, pinching a nipple or two.

“Can I eat you out?” Whispered Bam as he breathed harder than normal.

“Yeah.” She answered in the same manner.

She got off of him for a second and took her boxers off. “Lay down.” He said, and she did it.

Sarah laid down and Bam got on top of her. He started kissing at her lips then made his way slowly to her neck, breasts, belly button, then skipped to her thighs, spreading them open as he kissed the inside of them.

After everything, he started to suck on her clit to see what happens. He would switch between that and licking her pussy to please her. She laid back and grabbed onto his hair as he ate her out, she kept her legs tight around him.

A couple minutes went by and she pushed his head away and motioned for him to crawl back up to her face. She whispered in his ear

“I want you to fuck me.”

He heard this and his heart started racing, he couldn’t think of anything more perfect than her.

He paused there unable to move for a second until she started giggling and she started to trace down his happy trail. This made him shudder over her, he got down off the bed and took off his pants and boxers, then got back over top of her and spit on his hand, getting his dick wet for her. He rubbed it back and forth on her some before Bam took the tip and placed it at her entrance, cupped his hand over Sarah’s mouth and thrusted into her slowly, she gasped at the size and moaned as she took him in, Bam stifled his own.

“Fuck…” he whispered as he started to pick up the pace some, she felt like her eyes were gonna roll back any second now, what a lover.

This was the hardest she had ever had to hold back her moans before, she moved her ankles onto his shoulders and he started to fuck her fast enough for tears to stream down her face.

Each and every thrust kept driving her closer and closer to the edge. He slowed down some and spit onto her clit, thrusted back into her deeply and started to rub her clit with his thumb and she instantly shook. She was so close to cumming on his cock that she almost went brain dead from the euphoria of it all.

“Wanna ride me?” Bam asked her with sweat dripping from his face and heavy breaths.

She nodded at him and got over top of him, facing him when he was situated. She rubbed herself up and down across his dick to tease him some, then lined herself up and sank slowly all the way down on his dick. She moved up and down on him painfully slow while she tried to adjust to him still.

She started to ride him at a faster and faster pace, his grip on her hips or ass got tighter and tighter as he felt himself getting close to cumming. His moans alone pushed her over the edge and she was a minute away from cumming all over him.

“Can I cum in you?” He asked nervously.

“Yeah.” She said with a moan.

He flipped her over onto her back and thrusted into her faster and faster, holding back his own orgasm to let her cum first. After a few more slow but deep thrusts, she started to cum and tighten around his dick, making him cum deep inside her, he moaned a lot, which made her feral for him.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot.” Said Bam as he pulled out her .

“We should have done this a while ago.” Said Sarah.

He helped her get her clothes back on and made sure she was comfy, then he crawled behind her in her bed and spooned her for the rest of the night.

—johnnycocksville777

[1800miserablethot]

I need more asap I love m reader x bam

Bam x m!reader

Tired whiny bam

kiss it better [bam x m!reader]

desc: bam comes home after a stressful day and wants you to take care of him

a/n: male reader my beloved and so rarely written <33 and whiny bam <333 reader is bigger than bam if that's something important to mention here idk. I think I'm going to make a smutty part 2 for this whoopsie

warnings: none, it's just fluffy and cute

The front door slams and the familiar sound of a skateboard hitting the floor reaches your ears, signaling to you that your boyfriend is finally home, and not in a good mood. Looking up, you see him drag his feet across the floor, gaze downcast, shoulder slumped. His hair is covering his eyes, sticking to his forehead from sweat. You adjust your position on the couch, spreading your legs a bit and opening your arms, wordlessly inviting him to sit in your lap. His body goes limp when he sits between your legs, curling up to you chest. his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Long day?" You ask, running your hand through his messy hair while your other hand rests on his thigh. He doesn't give a verbal response, only whining like a wounded dog and nuzzling his face further into your neck, the hand on your chest gripping your shirt tighter. "Wanna talk about it?" You feel him shake his head, his hair tickling you. "You gonna talk at all?" Your tone is teasing but soft, trying to coax him out of his slump.

"No." He mumbles into your neck, making you smile.

"That's talking, Bam."

"That doesn't count!" He whines, pulling a laugh out of you.

"That's just more talking."

"Shut up." There's no real malice in his voice but he pushes at your chest weakly, trying to get up. You wrap your hands around him, pulling him back down onto your lap. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you 'cause you're being a dick." He pouts, still trying to wiggle out of your grasp. Even though he's a professional athlete, you have a size advantage over him, making it hard for him to escape you, though he's not even putting much effort into it anyway.

"I'm not letting you up until you feel better, Bambi." He melts into you again, and you ignore the mumbled "asshole" that slipped from his lips as he rested his head on your shoulder. You comb your fingers through his hair as you other hand finds its way under his shirt, tracing his side tattoo gently.

"Y/n?" His voice was muffled by your shirt and you respond with a hum, letting him continue. "You haven't given me a kiss yet." You can hear the pout in his voice and you chuckle, before tilting his head up by lightly pulling his hair and pulling him into a gentle kiss. Before you're able to pull away fully, he grabs your face, keeping you in place.

" 'm not done." He could make you do anything as long as it was said in that desperate, whiny tone, and you tell him as much before he pulls you down to kiss him again.

[asskickedbygirl]

The Johnny elevator smut was so hot omg. Can I request a smut with a fem reader where Bam’s having a bad day and he’s super frustrated so the reader kind of lets him take it out on her by having rough sex and then it’s fluffy at the end? Thank youuu

Release

[Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: anon covered it!

A/n: glad you enjoyed going up!!! icl i do enjoy writing bam smut even tho this is kind of out of fic character but i do love dom x reader sometimes

warnings: smut (18+), p in v, sub/dom dynamics, use of safe word

1.9k words

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“Fuck!” 

You heard a yell from the yard. Looking out the window you saw Bam slamming his board down on the ground, angry expression on his face. You observed the way he kicked it and mumbled incomprehensible things under his breath, unbeknownst to the fact you were watching him from a few feet away. 

Bam was already pissed given the fact some asshole MTV exec had cut an entire episode of Viva La Bam, claiming it was “too vulgar for television”, as the email stated. You had to restrain him from writing a fairly strongly worded one back which only ticked him off more, resulting in him heading outside to skate though not even that was putting his mind at ease, only enraging him even further.

‘He’s quite hot when he’s angry.’ You thought, eyes drinking in his slim frame that was littered with tattoos.

You and Bam weren’t a thing, you guys were just friends. Well, friends that had quite a bit of pent up sexual tension. The feelings were only rising, perhaps even bursting, ready to be released. Released.

Bam pushed his hair off of his forehead, panting and glaring at the ground where his board lay when he glanced up to meet your stare from the dining room window. You didn’t look away immediately, instead prolonging the eye contact a little longer, a tiny smirk playing at your lips. Bam tore his eyes away, confused on why he was flustered all of a sudden but deciding to head back inside anyways.

“Hey.” You spoke as he shut the sliding doors with vigour.

“What are you still doing here?”

How polite.

“Dico said we’re watching a movie later, no point heading home.”

“Yeah well I’m not hanging out.” 

And with that, he was out the door, stomping up to his room, only enticing you to follow him.

Your fist tapped lightly at the door.

“I said I’m not hanging out.” He wasn't yelling, but it was clear he wasn’t exactly very happy either. 

You opened the door despite his protests, leading Bam to glare at you as he put on a fresh shirt.

“What’s your problem?!” He spat.

“I don't think I’m the one with the problem.”

“Can't you just fuck off? I’m already pissed about those fucking assholes in suits, do you want me to be pissed at you too?!”

“Well about that.” 

Bam narrowed his brows as you walked closer to him, hands behind your back.

“I have an idea.” 

Bam looked you up and down, completely clueless as to what you were going to suggest but still hoping deep down it would be what his dreams entailed. 

“Why don’t you take your anger out on me?”

“What like fucking yell at you or something?” 

He wasn't catching on, you smirked.

“No, not exactly.”

You stepped forward, slightly closing the gap between the two of you, seductive eyes looking into his. You lifted your arms up to wrap around Bam’s neck, his breath hitching and cheeks flushing at the close contact.

“Other ways.” You whispered.

“So you want me to fuck you?”

You smiled at the frankness, moving your face closer so your lips were brushing his, just about. 

“Well I know you've wanted me for a while, and I’ve wanted you too, and you’re angry. What better way to release than to fuck my brains out?” 

“Are you fucking with me?” Bam’s voice was low and shaky, unsure.

You leaned in and pressed your lips into his, grabbing his chin as you did so before pulling his face away, his eyes forcing back open. 

“What do you think?” 

Bam slammed his lips back onto yours, his hands already grabbing at your hips to pull you flush against his body, mouths and teeth clashing the rougher he went. You let him push you onto his bed, his hands already unbuckling his belt with desperate speed. 

“You want me to take everything out on you I fucking will. Take your clothes off.”

Despite your previous mannerisms of being all confident and domineering, this power shift sent vibrations down to your core, excited that Bam was already willing to take the reins and fuck you as hard as you both needed. You swiftly removed your shirt and shimmied your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Bam had his hand down his boxers, shirtless and pumping himself to get hard, watching you splayed out on the bed for him. 

“I said take your fucking clothes off.” He spat lowly, a completely new personality taking over.

It dawned on you he meant your underwear and so you slowly bent your arm around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward to reveal your tits.

“Hurry the fuck up.”

Bam had no intentions of enjoying this show you were putting on, instead lurching forward to rip your panties off, throwing the ruined pair on the ground and pushing his fingers inside of you with no warning.

You let out a surprised moan, jolting up to rest on your elbows as his index and middle worked in and out of you at a rapid pace, your body convulsing as it adapted to the sudden pleasure.

“Give me a safe word.” Bam said, not giving up on working you up.

Your head had lulled back, too dazed out from his movements to understand what he had said until he stopped, fingers pulling straight out of you. 

“Give me a safe word or I stop.”

“Oklahoma.” is all you said before you felt Bam’s warm spit drip onto your cunt, fingers dipping into your folds.

You let out a breathy moan as he slipped inside of you once again, thumb pushing against your clit while his other hand gripped your waist to make you hold still. Your back arched as Bam’s finger began making curling upwards, hitting the spot you needed him to, your legs beginning to close.

“Keep them fucking open.” 

Bam used the hand that had been holding your waist to force your thighs open, thumb pressing into the soft flesh as you continued to squirm. As you were brought closer and closer to the edge, he removed his fingers abruptly, a string of his spit and your slick coating them. You let out a disappointed whimper from the lack of contact but it was quickly hushed by Bam’s wet fingers being shoved in your mouth. You moaned against them, sucking lightly to taste yourself on them. Bam removed them shortly, kicking his boxers off and clambering on top of you, hard dick pressing into your thigh.

“You wanted me to use you right?”

You nodded, eyes looking into his with lust-filled wonder. 

“Get on your hands and knees then.”

You bit your lip and complied, doggy style wasn't something you were used to but you were more than willing to partake in it if it meant hot dom Bam. Bam sat back on his knees as you moved into position, lining up with your core as soon as you were ready. He pushed into you quickly, barely giving a moment to adjust before he was slamming into you, hips snapping. He brought his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling you up by it so your ass could press firmly against him as he fucked you, the feeling still sore. 

“This what you wanted? This feel fucking good?” Bam was panting, rough fucking wearing him out already.

You struggled to respond with his tight hand squeezing your throat ever so lightly but lord did he feel good. Bam let go of your neck then, your face plummeting forward into the pillows that muffled your moans. He moved his hands to your hips, grabbing them and pulling you back towards him as he continued to move his hips at the fastest pace you’d ever been fucked.

As you left your face to press into the soft linen to suppress your noises, Bam wrapped his hand in your hair, tugging you up and moving his torso forward to speak into your ear. 

“I said, does this feel good?” He whispered sternly, the low voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“Y- Yes.” You whined out, mind fogging from the pleasure. 

“Fucked out already.” He laughed almost sadistically, hips not letting up as he dropped your hair, pushing the side of your face into the mattress. 

“Fuck those fucking fuckers in suits.” He babbled incoherently, laying out all of his frustrations onto you as he fucked you. 

“Do you want my cum inside of you?” 

Your face was being held down by Bam’s strong hand but you could hear his question still. You nodded, eyes screwed shut, nearing your orgasm as well.

“Fucking come for me first then. Need to feel that cunt tighten.”

You moaned as the vulgar words poured from his mouth, his fingers wrapping around to attack your clit. You lifted your head from where Bam had shoved you down after his hand moved, stifling your moans with the back of your own hand. 

“No, no. Lemme hear you. It turns me on.” Bam grasped your hair again, pulling you up to force you to let out your noises. 

You were at the edge almost immediately what with Bam’s fingers moving at such a vigorous pace.

“I’m gonna come.” You exclaimed in a moan, eyes beginning to water. 

Bam responded with nothing, only fucking you harder as you came around him, letting out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard yourself release, tears running down your cheek.

“Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking tight.”

Bam’s hand dropped from your core but his fucking never let up. In fact, his free hand could now resume its place on your hips, allowing him to shove you back on his cock even harder. You were insanely sensitive given the fact you had came just seconds previous and Bam’s speed was becoming too much to bear.

“Bam, slow- slow down.” You whimpered as he let go of your hair, head lulling forward. 

“What was that? I can't hear you.” Bam mocked, clearly no sympathy to be had.

“It’s too much. Please just-”

“Safe word or I keep going.”

You paused. Although the overstimulation was hard to deal with, nothing in you wanted Bam to stop his movements and so you stayed silent.

“That's what I thought. Take it like a slut.”

Despite his cocky remarks, Bam’s hips were beginning to stutter and his thrusts were at a more erratic pace. He was close.

“Gonna come in your pretty little cunt. You want that?”

You nodded through moans as the overstimulation turned to just stimulation. Bam squeezed your hips tightly, his thumbs sure to leave bruises as he dragged you down all the way, burying himself deep inside of you as he came with a load groan. You whimpered as you felt him release, finally release. 

Bam pulled out of you shortly after but still held you up, bending down to examine his cum that started to leak out of you. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He whispered as he pushed a finger inside of you again before you swatted your hand back.

“Enough, jesus enough.”

Bam laughed and complied, letting your body drop to lie on your side, your cheeks a bright red. He smiled as he moved closer to your face, planting a kiss on your lips.

“You good? I didn't go too far or anything did I?” 

You shook your head, kissing him back. 

“Just what I wanted. You feel better?” 

He nodded back, wiping the wetness off your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. 

“Gotta do that more often.” He grinned and so did you.

End.

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

[welcometojackass2022]

My Official Masterlist:

I figured it was about time I compiled a list of all of my published fics! This covers all of the boys I write for from Jackass, the CKY videos, and Viva La Bam. The boys are listed in alphabetical order! This will be updated after each fic is published. Any fics I write using one of the boys characters (from Haggard, Minghags, etc) will go under their heading but will also go under a separate heading for whatever movie the character is from.

Currently Taking Commissions

Rules for Requesting

People I Write For

Important Note: ao3 account

Jackass/CKY/Viva La Bam Members:

Bam Margera

NSFW Alphabet: Bam Margera

Bam Being Forced to Fuck You As A Punishment [Smut]

Bam’s Kinks-Headcanons and Short Blurbs

He’s My Thing (Sub!Bam Margera x Reader) [Smut]

Perfect Shot (Sub!Bam Margera x GN! Reader) [Smut]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Shut Up (Bam Margera x Reader) [Smut]

Sucking Bam Off From Behind—Short Imagine

Untitled Sub Bam Smut Drabble

Up Against The Shower Wall (Sub! Bam Margera x Reader) [Smut]

What’s My Line Again? (Bam Margera x Reader x Brandon Novak) [Smut]

Brandon DiCamillo

NSFW Alphabet: Brandon DiCamillo

Jealous Dico x Reader Smut Drabble (Untitled)

Laughter (Dico x Reader Drabble) [Light Smut]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Short Dico x Reader Smut Drabble (Untitled)

Sometimes (Dico x Reader Smut Drabble)

Dating Brandon DiCamillo (Dico) Would Include

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Switching Roles During Sex [Short Smut Drabble]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

You’re Fucking Disgusting (Brandon DiCamillo x GN! Reader) [Smut]

Brandon Novak

NSFW Alphabet: Brandon Novak

Drool (Sub! Brandon Novak x Reader Smut Drabble) [Dumbification]

How The CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Named in Bed (Smut Drabble)

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Switching Roles During Sex [Short Smut Drabble]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

What’s My Line Again? (Bam Margera x Reader x Brandon Novak) [Smut]

Chris Pontius

NSFW Alphabet: Chris Pontius

Dave England

NSFW Alphabet: Dave England 

Ehren McGhehey (Danger Ehren)

NSFW Alphabet: Ehren McGhehey/Danger Ehren (Jackass)

Short Sundresses and Melted Ice Cream (Danger Ehren x Reader) [Fluff]

Jess Margera

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Being Bam’s Best Friend Who Has A Crush on Jess Would Include:

Joe Frantz

NSFW Alphabet: Joe Frantz

Fairy Wings (Joe Frantz x Reader Smut Drabble)

How the CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Names (Smut Drabble)

Joe Frantz Smut Drabble-Body Worship

Put Me In A Movie (Joe Frantz x Reader) [Smut]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Switching Roles During Sex [Short Smut Drabble]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

The Viagra Story (Joe Frantz x Reader) [Smut]

Johnny Knoxville

NSFW Alphabet: Johnny Knoxville

Be My Baby (Johnny Knoxville x Plus Sized! Reader) [Fluff]

Don’t Be A Tease (Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

Get A Life! (Johnny Knoxville x Bam Margera’s Sister! Reader) [Smut]

Hello, Nurse (Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

This Has Got To Stop (Married!Cheater!Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

Underwater Exploration (Dom! Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

Lord Bottaro

NSFW Alphabet: Lord Bottaro

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Raab Himself

NSFW Alphabet: Chris Raab/Raab Himself

Hot And Ready, Just Like Our Pizza (Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

How The CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Names in Bed (Smut Drabble)

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Suck It And See (Sub!Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

The Anniversary Surprise (Sub! Raab x Reader) [Smut]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Switching Roles During Sex [Short Smut Drabble]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Rake Yohn

NSFW Alphabet: Rake Yohn

He Blinded Me With Science (Mad Scientist!Rake Yohn x Reader) [Smut Drabble]

How the CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Names in Bed (Smut Drabble)

Old Man (Rake Yohn x Reader Smut Drabble)

Quiet Time (Dom!Rake Yohn x Reader) [Smut]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Switching Roles During Sex [Short Smut Drabble]

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Ryan Dunn

NSFW Alphabet: Ryan Dunn

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Shove It (Ryan Dunn x Sub!Reader) [Smut]

Stay On Task (Dom!Ryan Dunn x Reader) [Smut]

Steve-O

Coming soon!

Minghags Characters:

Non-Pairing Fics/Female Jackass Member Fics:

Being A Female Jackass Member Who’s Childhood Best Friends With Bam and Ryan Would Include:

My Jackass Girl Idea

What A Female Jackass Member Would Be Like (Except She’s As Mean and Gross As the Rest of the Guys)

Related to But Not From Jackass and Viva La Bam:

Jimmy Pop

NSFW Alphabet: Jimmy Pop

When I Go Down On You (Jimmy Pop x Reader) [Smut Drabble]

[margeraswrld]

I would love to hear all your Bam hc's x fem reader :)

bam margera x fem! reader hcs!

warnings - contains fluff, smut, & slight angst!(quite a bit of sub! bam, i hope you don’t mind)

plot - bam margera x fem! reader headcannons!

this man absolutely adores you, and there’s nothing he craves more than your attention

even if that means tackling you to get it

he does the dumbest stuff, and always wants to be sure that you’re watching for the worst of it

“dude, get y/n over here! she can’t miss this.”

after one of his attention grabs goes wrong, usually ending with a bloody nose or something of that nature, you’re always there to clean him up and tell him how much you loved his idiotic stunt - which always puts the dopiest smile on his face

“it was a sick stunt, babe! i just wish you landed it a little softer.”

“but you still think it was cool?”

“of course, super cool!”

he loves hearing that you’re proud of him, that you’re genuinely interested in what he does

bam’s obviously a pretty rowdy guy, but sometimes he just wants to relax and spend time with you

and when you guys do get to calm down, he’s all over you in every way he can be

when is he not, honestly?

rather it be cuddling up next to you while you watch tv, your fingers intertwined together as he traces random patterns over your palm, cracking a few bad jokes about whatever you guys are watching

or kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will, holding you against him like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t, crashing against you with pure love flowing through his veins

when things do get heated between you two, which isn’t a rare occurrence in your relationship, he loves letting you be in control

all of your attention directly on him while he clings to your every word, doing everything he can to keep your focus on him - even if that means acting like a complete brat long enough to simply get a rise out of you

he loves when you praise him, both inside and outside of the bedroom. he just loves to know that he’s doing what you want him to

you’re often whispering things like

“awh, bam, you’re being so good for me.”

“shhh, you like that, baby?”

“c’mon, bam, show me that you can be good, okay?”

and he MELTS!!!

the guys have overheard the two of you way more than you would like, and they aren’t shy with cracking jokes about it, either

“oh god, y/n! so good!”

“jesus, shut the hell up, knoxville.”

honestly, bam doesn’t mind everyone knowing how good you make him feel. he isn’t embarrassed of it at all

he wants everyone to know that you only want him. that only he can have you writhing in pleasure. that only he can be the center of your attention. that only he can be touched by you.

but, he won’t hesitate to tell the guys to shut the fuck up for your sake

speaking of the guys, he really does try his best not to get jealous when you’re around them (or any guy, for that matter), but sometimes he can’t help it

he just loves you so much, and he can’t even imagine what would happen if he wasn’t enough for you, if you found someone else

so he tries his best to be everything you need, even at his own expense

you’ve reassured him a thousand times that he’s the only one for you, that you’ll never love anyone else like you do him

and you truly mean it every single time

honestly, he’s pretty rough around the edges, but he’s really just a guy who only needs you to love him like he loves you

and, of course, you do

a/n - i may have gotten a bit carried away here, and i’m super sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted! once i started writing it just kept flowing haha! if you want something else or something more specific, feel free to request again!

[1800miserablethot]

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: Bam’s being a brat and you put him in his place.

Warning: NSFW (rough)

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All day Bam’s been a brat…like more than usual. First, he started the day off by deciding to wake you up by blowing an air horn into your ear then did a flip onto you which left a hole in your wall. Later that day Bam’s done nothing but do the opposite of what you tell him not to. If you told him not to skate on the TV because you're watching it, what does he do? Skate on the TV and ends up breaking it. You tell him not to throw food at you and not to pour a gross shake he made onto you, what does he do? Pour it on you which wasn't cool at all because it had you puking from the smell. He's also been flipping you off and smirking every chance he gets as well. He's a brat, you've known that since childhood but today out of all the years you've known him tops the cake, and you've finally had enough. 

“Bam!” You shout out as you stand up from the couch, you see his head look up at you as he yells “What?!” back. With your index and middle finger, you motion him over. You watch his eyes roll before he gets up from the couch that his friends were at, flipping them off when Dico yells “Ooo, Bam’s in trouble!” with a mocking tune like a kid would have. You start walking into the other hall and towards the stairs, hearing Bam jog to catch up to you as he calls out your name. You stop at the bottom of the stairs and turn around to see Bam in front of you, a confused look on his face “What the fuck do you want-” Before he could get the whole sentence out a loud sharp smack echoed off the walls as your palm meets his cheek. It wasn't enough to hurt him but enough to where it left Bam stunned. One of your hands grips his shirt bringing him closer as the other wraps around his neck, your fingernails digging into his skin. “I want your ass up the stairs and in our room, no clothes on. That’s what I want,” You huskily demanded against his lips, hearing Bam let out a low eager moan. Your hand on his shirt moves to his brown curls taking a handful and yanking harshly, making his neck crane back. “And you better pray to god that you get up there first,” You whisper lowly into his ear, grinning at the way he shuddered under your touch. 

You let go of him, watching Bam take his shirt off then hurriedly going up the stairs. Hearing the sound of his belt buckle undoing, you chuckle and shake your head as you follow him up the stairs. When you round the corner into y'alls rooms you see Bam kicking his shoes and socks off to allow his baggy pants to just fall right off. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers, “I said clothes off, that means all of them.” You growl lowly, leaning against the door, trying to stifle the laugh as Bam quickly removes his boxers, letting his already hard cock spring free. Your eyes wander downwards, “it’s always the small ones who talk a whole lot of shit,” you mumble purposely loud enough for him to hear, biting back your grin at the sight of his cock twitching lightly. You look back up so your eyes meet his, Bam’s face flushed red. You kick off the doorframe to shut it before walking closer to him slowly, you run your thumb over his bottom lip watching Bam take it into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. 

You hum pleasingly watching his eyes gaze at you with a look in them that reminded you of a scolded puppy. But it wouldn't work on you, you gently tug your thumb out of his mouth, “On the bed,” You say sternly, watching as Bam gets onto the bed, instantly on his hands and knees, chest to the mattress as his fingers knead at the sheets under him. You lick your lips as you walk up behind him, your hand running up the back of his thigh and ass. “You've been nothing but a little shit today, you know that right?” You say lowly, giving his ass a small swat. Bam let out a small yelp responding with, “Damn right I know.” You could hear the hitch in his voice, his hips rocking back lightly against your hand. You bring your hand back before bringing it down, hitting his ass even harder. Hearing a thwack sound bounce off the walls that mingled with Bam’s breathy moan. “Fuck, [Y/N],” Bam huffs, his hips rolling to try and get some friction from the bedsheets under him. Your free hand tangles in his hair and tugs on it making his head yank back like before. “You’re gonna stop acting like a brat to me, you understand?” You say, letting your hand on his ass move to between his thighs, your fingers barely brushing against his cock which you could tell was leaking with precum already. “I’m not a brat,” Bam whispers back, his voice a bit shaky.

“Oh really?” you cooed, yanking on his hair and letting your lips rest against his ear as your other hand wraps around his small cock. “Because all day you've done nothing but be a little bitch to me, Bam.” You continued, nipping his earlobe. Your hand stroked him very slowly, feeling Bam squirm under you.  You moved down to nip a bit more harshly on his jaw, grinning when you heard him let out a small whine at the action. "[Y/N],” Bam whimpers, rutting his hips to try and make your hand speed up but as soon as he does you pull away. “Please-no,” He groans when you stop touching him, his head flopping into his arms. “Sorry Bambi, only good boys get touched.” You husk, giving a smack to his other ass cheek without warning as you sit up straight. Your hand rubs over the red skin tenderly before landing two more hits on each side. Feeling him tremble and shake under you, each hit earning a loud moan from Bam. Hearing him babbling and letting out small pleads and begs, "Please [Y/N],  I'll be good, I swear!" You chuckle lightly, hearing a small stutter in his voice as you stroked his ass lightly making sure to give each red cheek attention. “Yeah? You're gonna be my good boy, again?” you cooed, leaning down to grip his chin and making him look back at you. 

“Say it,” You growled, watching Bam’s eyes flick up to meet yours before his mouth quivered open. ”I’ll be a good boy [Y/N].” He breathed out,  his voice soft and needy. You chuckled lightly, and let go of his chin. Grabbing his arm you flip him onto his back, grinning devilishly at the way his cock was leaking precum profusely now. You move away to grab the lube you two keep in the drawer, before settling back between Bam’s legs. You put the lube down so you could unbuckle your belt and undo your jeans, pulling them along with your boxers down just enough to let your dick out. “Since you're still not scotch-free, here’s how things are gonna go.” You say, opening the lid to the lube and pouring some into your hand so you can slick yourself up with it. “You get no prep, you also don't get to touch me unless I say so, understand?” You say more than ask, glancing up to meet his gaze. Noticing the small protest whine that slips out of Bam, he nods in agreement anyway. You grip his hips pulling him closer as you slowly start to thrust into him, biting your lip at how tight his walls are around you. But you ignore the sensation and focus on getting your dick further into him. Once you’re fully inside him, and your hips are flushed to his you grin down at Bam. “And you're not allowed to cum until I say so,” You say, and before he could retort you pull out only to thrust back in. Whatever Bam had ready to say fell out in a broken moan of your name, his hands flailing to grip at the sheets below him. 

You repeat your actions this time rougher which earns a full-throated groan from Bam as the tip of your dick hits perfectly against his prostate.  You watch his face contour with pleasure as his eyes flicker shut, moaning once more. “Oh-oh fuck-[Y/N], please-“ He begs, his voice a pitched whine, trying to put his legs around your waist. But you just smirk and push them down, making Bam hold still. “No,” You say your voice stern, “Remember, no touching baby.” You huff, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it in time with your thrust.  You can feel Bam shaking under you, his hands fisting in the sheets at his side. His eyes squeezed shut as he moaned your name repeatedly. “[Y/N], fuck-please, I’m sorry!” He breathlessly lets out, pushing his hips down to meet yours. “You’re what?” You asked teasingly, squeezing the tip of Bam’s cock watching his glazed watery eyes opening up to look at you. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a bitch today-please [Y/N] I’m close, fuck I’m close [Y/N],” Bam practically sobs, his voice desperate and choked as the built-up tears stream down his face. “I forgive you, baby. Cum for me, be my good boy, and cum.” You purred, stroking him faster. Seeing the way his eyes light up at your permission, his noises increase as he gets closer. “[Y/N]! I’m c-cumming, oh fuck, fuck yes-[Y/N]!!” Bam babbles out, his back arching and his body shaking as he reaches the peak of his orgasm. You smile breathlessly down at him, loving the way he looks as he comes apart. The way his mouth slacked open, and his eyes rolled. His spunk coated your hand and his heaving stomach, “good boy,” You husked, thrusting into him continuously until you reached your orgasm, both of you riding out the pleasurable high.

You gently pull out of him and get up from the bed removing all of your clothes, you take a random piece of clothing from the floor and wipe the mess from Bam’s stomach and chest along with your hands before tossing it to the floor as well then climbing into the bed next to him. You laugh softly when Bam instantly cuddles against your side, “Am I gonna wake up to you doing flips on me again?” You tease, running your fingers lightly through Bam’s messy hair. Seeing him shake his head side to side, “No,” You smile softly and lean down to kiss him, “Good because if you did then it wouldn't end up like tonight,” You say softly, laughing quietly when you see a pout form across Bam’s face before he buried it into your neck.

[urlocalwhor3]

Submissive ! Bam Margera HCS

sub bam is my everything <3

The way he’d be a little quieter than normal when he’s feeling desperate for your attention, trying to get as close to you as possible and wanting for you to press soft kisses to his skin or play with his hair.

He’d have that glazed over look in his eyes, with his pupils all dilated and silently pleading for you to take care of him.

If he’s feeling really overwhelmed he’d get kinda teary and flushed from embarrassment, just needing you to hold him and whisper gentle praises to him for a little while to keep him grounded.

He’d be so precious I can’t even.

He loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to trace over his tattoos, trembling against you when you tease over the heartagram one along his torso.

‘Does that make you hard baby?’

You already know he’s a little brat, but I think there’d be occasions where he’s just so in that headspace and so soft when he’s with you.

He’d have times after a rough day where he feels like he’s slipping under on set, getting close to tears over little things. I think he’d need some time alone with you away from all the commotion to calm down a bit.

Although a lot of your relationship with Bam is kept private, most of the crew can tell when he’s feeling more ‘delicate’ than usual, as they put it. They don’t really mention it but they know to be a little gentler with him if he’s like that.

He gets kinda shy and flustered when you call him ‘honey’ or ‘baby.’ He’d never admit it to you but he loves it when you call him ‘Bambi.’

I think he’d enjoy being degraded and handled rough at times, but for him nothing compares to being softly praised and told he’s a ‘good boy.’

When he’s overstimulated or just feeling particularly overwhelmed, he’d just want to lay back against your chest while you coax him through an orgasm.

He’d burry his head into your neck, whimpering into your skin and bucking his hips up into your fist, unable to control himself. The quiet hitch in his breath when you rub at his tip.

‘You’re ok sweetheart. Shhh.’

He can’t get enough of you tugging and pulling at his hair. He’d let his head fall back from the mix of pain and pleasure while you suck dark bruises into his neck.

The sight of his skin littered in marks would just be… god.

Bam is such a pillow princess. I don’t make the rules. He’d lay there with his eyes glassy and his cheeks tinted pink, letting out soft whimpers and the occasional ‘please’ while he clutches onto your hand.

He goes quiet when you call him pretty, not wanting you to know how much it affects him.

Thigh grinding. I mean there’s no words. He’d have such a thing for getting himself so desperate and worked up to the point of needing to rut against you. He’d let his head lull forward onto your shoulder while he rolls his hips and moans all breathy.

The way he’d cry when he’s getting close, tears rolling down his cheeks and trembling at the feeling. You’d let your tongues roll together, biting at his bottom lip and letting him whine into your mouth.

‘You gonna cum honey?‘

The image of him trembling and shaking in your arms, choking on whimpers as he falls over the edge… bye. You’d whisper quiet praises to him and kiss at the tears on his cheeks, letting him come down from everything.

The sight of him all flushed and wrecked, the only sound being his little hiccups. I’m done.

[shojimezolovemail]

fave jackass nsfw headcanons?

A/N: i don’t read nsfw content about dave or ehren so i don’t give my input there :(

warnings: nsfw content, kink mention, blood mention

pairing(s): jackass cast x reader (individual)

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

him being whiny when you’re going down on him

praise kink with him is 💚_💚

him being into size difference!!!!

also corruption …. lord

STEVE-O

him being big into praising

but like that praising that’s like “you look so pretty when you’re taking all of me like this”

also him being super into giving head because it makes my heart flutter

steve-o not being able to get enough of the reader

CHRIS PONTIUS

corruption with chris .

body worship

hair pulling but reader pulling his

size difference too hehe

BAM MARGERA

him being bratty

bam being whiny too

i think i just enjoy him as a sub

being into blood <33

RYAN DUNN

hair pulling but reader pulling his

being a man who enjoys giving head

that he has a praise kink

hooking up with him after a party one share also god sends

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Jackass Cast X TrailerParkPrincess!Y/N

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader, Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Highly suggestive content, flirting, innuendo, kissing, drug use, weed, shotgunning, implied cheating, dom/sub dynamics, car sex, transactional sex (if you squint)

An: A lot of this fic was inspired by the fact I was around trailer parks most of my life and the people I knew that lived there! This is sort of an AU if that makes sense? I just wondered what role the guys would play in this kind of community if they would all live there! Anyways, thank you for reading, and please keep sending requests!

Johnny:

Hearing a knock at your door one lazy, summer afternoon, you didn’t expect to see Mr. Moneybags Knoxville from the double wide next door,

“Pardon me, ma’am, but I found these in my yard,” he reached in his pocket, the ghost of a coy smile on his face, “They’re still kinda wet, actually- ‘re they yours?”

It was your underwear. Undeniably, your underwear- and not a classy pair.

“Oh, uh- thank you!” Flushing red, you quickly snatched them up and muttered, “Dryer’s been out fr’ a while, so I put up the line, and-“

Johnny offered to take a look and explained, as he tinkered on that piece of shit, that his old man was a handyman, so he picked up a thing or two from him. Well …

Dusting off his jeans, Knoxville sighed as he stood up, “Well, looks like she’s a goner...” He ended up paying for you to get it fixed by a real professional, but you found the sentiment endearing.

He always stuck out, not just in the way he was known as the rich guy in the park, or how he’d lounge about his front yard in his cutoffs, feet resting in a kiddie pool while he tanned that pretty-boy body of his,

But Johnny was sweet, like the sun tea poured at all those summer barbecues he threw. In fact, Johnny didn’t really see you again until you showed up one night with a tray of banana pudding,

“Y/N!” he beamed, eagerly taking the Pyrex off your hands, “It has been a while, little lady! Cmon, we got some catchin’ up to do…”

All night, the two of you chatted and traded innuendos- like when he asked about your wet panties and for a moment, you completely forgot about the dryer.

By the end of the night, you found yourself tucked in some dark, secluded part of the yard where only the fireflies go, back against a tree as you made out, Johnny’s broad, calloused hands sliding up your sides…

Steve-O

As the park’s de facto drug dealer, he came up with a genius plan for direct customer outreach: knocking on windows and selling weed that did not weigh what he said it weighed.

“Steve! The kids aren’t off at school yet.” Speaking through gritted teeth, you leaned out your kitchen window and looked around for any witnesses

Flashing that boyish grin, he nodded, “Oh! I’ll, uh…I’ll be back in an hour?” “Good! Now, git!”

What drew yoy to him was that Steve could be your ticket out of that shithole. A self proclaimed entrepreneur, you had to hand it to him- he had dreams. Pot Baron dreams, but dreams,

“…and you know what I’m gonna do with all the money?” He asked, sitting next to you on the curb at Dairy Queen, “I’m gonna open an animal sanctuary. Fr’ dogs and cats missin’ legs an’ shit.”

“Thats, like- so sweet…” you gushed, swalowing another mouthful of Blizzard. Sensitive and kind under that hard exterior,

It also helped that Steve comped you all the weed you would otherwise paying for.

Bathed in the UV lights that he told the cops was totally for his black light posters, Steve took a pull from a joint you watched him effortlessly roll minutes before,

Pulling your attention from the nature show on tv with a gentle hand on your jaw, he pressed a thumb against your bottom lip- open just enough so he could blow the smoke in your mouth.

He waited till you inhaled to ruffle your hair, “ You’re cute, y’little lightweight…”

“Shut uppp…” you giggled, nuzzling into Steve’s neck with a smile, “Cmon, you dork. Kiss me.” Dipping his head down, Steve pressed his lips against yours, all and slow and gentle.

From the outside, all anybody could see of that was a single window, glowing purple in the night.

Bam

Men with eyeliner and tattoos are weird birds in this part’a the country, which makes Bam a commodity. All this female attention did nothing for his already swollen ego;

This fact was epitomized by that obnoxious, purple, pimped out pavement princess he drove- the one with the heartagram dangling from the rear view.

Every Saturday, Bam was outside washing that thing- shirtless. It looked like some porno setup, with all the bubbles and slow, suggestive movements… You couldn’t just stand and watch like some creepy little voyeur

So you went outside and really laid it on thick, “It’s awful hot out today, ain’t it?” You purred from your porch, “How’s about you come over’t mine when you’re done? Got some lemonade…ice pops.”

The innuendo, however cheesy, did not escape him.

“Well yeah, it is hot…” Eyes glinting, Bam pretended to think it over before giving you a lopsided smile, “Alright, lady. You got yourself a deal!”

He’s constantly getting into fistfights with the neighbors, often ending with him passed out on somebody’s lawn,

As he sat on the toilet lid after having dragged him inside your’s, you sewed up the gash in his eyebrow.

Bam muttered, looking up at you with a wince as you disinfected him, “Y’hear what that dickhead said about you? He told me-“

You chuckled softly to yourself at his protective behavior, “Yeah, baby, I did. Heard you the last four times…”

Between the half pipe he made out of plywood in the backyard and the weekly paintball fights he’d get into with Ryan, chaos followed Bam everywhere he went.

And you made the mistake of opening your front door after you heard him yelling outside, assuming he was hurt…

Thwack! Right in the sternum, you got splattered with neon yellow paint. “Ah- Bam!” You groaned, hand flying to where your skin stung, “Get your ass over here!”

With a petulant sigh, he gave Dunn a signal and dropped his gun, scampering up your steps, “What?”

“Look- you got paint on my shirt!” Putting a hand on your jaw, Bam ignored your stained tank top to inspect the rapidly forming bruise on your skin, “Fuck…okay, I’m sorry- I’ll buy you a new shirt.”

“Alright, fine…” you feigned annoyance before curling a finger at him, “C’mere.” On cue, he leaned in and planted a little peck on your lips before scampering off.

Ryan

It was in the refuge of cables, motors, and grease that you met him; the local auto shop, an apt career for him given he knew just about everything pertains to cars. You, on the other hand…

“See, it keeps making this…noise? Whenever I brake, there’s this awful grinding sound…” Ryan said he’d a look and gave you the damage,

“Well, you’re lookin’ at maybe $500 t’replace those brakes,” he smiled reassuringly from behind his shades, “but hey- how about you come by after closing, and I’ll see what I can do?”

Despite how, “I’m sorry, pizza boy! I don’t have any money! ;)” that may sound, Dunn really had innocent intentions with that offer.

You agreed to swing by because this was the same guy who worked on Bam’s truck, and if he let him anywhere near his baby, he probably knew a thing or two,

Besides, you liked the way Ryan’s pale muscles looked in that tank top. So, you scored yourself a discount.

In fact, you scored yourself such a massive discount that you could still see the heat outline of your back on the hood as you drove off.

Afterward, you started going out casually, and you came to discover he had a…particular talent. Exhibit 1: the gift you got from him in your birthday

“Oh my god- Ryan!” It was a bench- an expensive one, sitting on your front lawn. Clearly proud of himself, he explained, “Yeah! I thought it’d look real nice in your garden!”

You gushed, “I mean, this has t’be at least a hundred pounds!” Before he could even think to jokingly flex and ask if you’d seen his muscles, something dawned on you.

“Wait…this looks an awful lot like those benches at the park…”

The fact he stole the thing for you made the whole gift all the more romantic!

Every weekend, you’d be able to hear Dunn long before he got to your door, ripping between trailers on his dirt bike like Paul Revere.

You’d planned to go see CKY playing down at the local bar that night, and like hell you were gonna miss that Finishing up your makeup, you scampered outside and hopped on the back of his bike with a giggle,

“You’re the best…” leaning your head against his shoulder, you wrapped your hands around his waist.

And just like that, the two of you flew off…

Chris

Pontius is the everyman of the trailer park, doing little chores or favors for beer or, at most, $5.

However the real draw for you, and the rest of the ladies, was how he worked shirtless, all bronze, hauling old tires or junk appliances off of lawns…

“Wait…didn’t y’ask me t’help you clean yesterday?” You nodded, pulling out a sweaty five from your bra.

Chris doesn’t mind the attention! Unlike Bam, it doesn’t go to his head- he just laughs and smiles when women coo over him (even if it is kinda weird they scatter trash on their lawns just to watch him clean)

He picks up on your little scheme and, one day, just comes out and invited you over to his- well, his and Steve’s.They shared this shithole, asbestos riddled trailer on one edge of the lot.

I’m talking black mold in the corners, windows that had never been washed- the place had rats.

“See, this one’s Pubes, and thats Jizzabell-” Pontius introduced you to them one by one, explaining how theyre not pests if they’re pets, “Oh, and this one’s Herpy.”

I mean- you liked that he was good with animals, but you made a note that all future hookups would be at your place…

That place turned into an oven in the dog days of summer. Every weekend, Chris would be out in the yard with the hose, lubing up a tarp with obscene amounts of Dawn-

No, not for the kids. That slip ‘n slide was strictly relegated to his grown ass man friends. And you, of course.

Lounging next to him, against the broken strap lawn chair in your bikini, you took a swig of your beer and sighed, “Yeah…this really is the sweet life.”

Flashing a smirk from next to you from behind his shades, Pontius’ hand moved to rest on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

And you did the same, plopping your palm square on a patch of skin any normal pair of trunks would cover. Perks of dating a man who wore mankinis.

Chris chuckled that dumb, stoner laugh, “You really are my kinda lady!”

[fangb-ner]

im shitting and pissing. pissing shitting losing my shit i just stumbled across TWO sub bam margera fics PLEASE. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD /t

[breadknight-likes-things]

Game Journal 05/18/20: “The World Destruction Tour” A THUG 2 Level Retrospective, Part 3: Berlin

I remember a lot of the marketing for Tony Hawk’s Underground 2 (because these are just the stupid things my brain remembers forever) and damn near most of it was predicated on a strange lie.  In all the ads the game seemed to sell itself as if you were going to choose between “Team Hawk” or “Team Bam”, but that choice is never actually presented to you in the story mode.  For the vast majority of the game, all but one of the levels, you are squarely on Team Hawk, leading the bird-man to ultimate victory like Neversoft clearly intended.  The one time the “Hawk V Bam” selection wasn’t a total lie was the third level of the game “Berlin” and even then, it still wasn’t actually in the players hands. So what do I know about the city of Berlin?  Other than the at least a half dozen times I’ve razed it to the ground in World War 2 shooters, not a ton.  Apparently though, in 2004, it was beset by curses, a rash of anti establishment taggers, and the terrifying musical DJ, Deadmaus. Now, it’s obvious most of this was made up, among the levels in this game is often feels like Neversoft was reaching really hard to find some interesting things about Berlin.  There’s a burnt out old church where you uh....free some ghosts?  I guess?  Is that quintessentially German?  Are taggers a German thing?  Or was that just a by-product of the same age that gave us the game “Mark Echo’s: Getting Up”?

My favorite part of any modern city is the large burnt out churches that it doesn’t seem like anybody is really doing anything with.

What I do know for sure about this level of THUG 2 specifically, is that it’s largely an excuse to have a single level in the game where you’re on “Team Bam”.  It’s an even bigger excuse to get you in the playable....casts....of Paulie “Wheels of Fury” Ryan, the insufferable sexist 12 year old in a full body cast an an electric wheelchair.  I genuinely don’t know what they were going for with him, but it failed on all points.  Notably, you don’t get to pick a “Pro Skater” option at the beginning of this level, because the slot is filled by Bam Margera automatically.  I personally would have loved to sub him out for Wee-Man, who also features in this level in a bizarre fish based goal, but I guess you get what you get.  Instead your stuck with some fairly generic gag goals like sticker slapping cigarette machines and *sighs deeply in 2004* grinding some letters of a big sign so that it reads “Owned”.

Actual skateboarding wise, Berlin is a little too spread out to be anything special.  I’ve mentioned before that THUG 2 tends to try to be too much like the cities it’s levels take place in, to the general detriment of it’s actual skate areas, and Berlin is a pretty solid example of this.  While of course there’s plenty to trick off of, don’t get me wrong, Berlin often feels like it’s just some random city block and not actually conducive to the great lines you’d find in some of the other levels.  That said, it isn’t without it’s highlights, the burnt out old church makes for some great vert skating opportunities, and there’s some great launch ramps up on the handful of rootops that can make for super fun transfers if you hit them just right!

Was....was Bam Margera a pro skater?  I love Jackass but i’ve always been a little confused about what Bam.....is.

Frankly, I think the most notable aspect of the Berlin level is in my favorite part of writing these posts.....

Tony Hawk’s Pro Terrorism:  You derail a god damn train in the Berlin level.  Extremely notably, unlike almost every other level, there’s no indicators or goal that results in said terrorism in this level.  You’re left to figure it out on your own.  Dear god is it bad too, I’m really not kidding when I say you derail a train!  It hurtles off the tracks and destroys a pub!  There is absolutely no way it didn’t end in someones death!  Probably multiple people actually!  They joke at the beginning of this game that the loser of the World Destruction Tour is responsible for paying for all the damages caused on said tour, but who’s going to jail for assuredly killing all these people?!  It says a lot that they don’t point you towards this destruction event trigger at any point in this level, it’s so realistically grisly that it feels wildly out of place.  Just......Bam Margera is going to jail people!

Random Screenshot Of The Day:

Berlin is also the first time in the game you meet the closest thing the story has to an antagonist: “Nigel Beaverhausen”.  He’s a bizarre joke about....honestly I don’t even know what he’s a joke about.  He’s a dweeby weirdo with a neck beard and comb-over who shows up demanding the teams let him film the tour so he can sell VHS tapes to teenagers.  He’s not really important to the plot other than to provide a butt monkey, but, I guess, here he is.

Stray Notes:

- I still don’t know any of the Vocaloids other than Miku but I can tell you I don’t care for the guy with blue hair.  His smug aura mocks me.

- Just got to the Locust origin facility in Gears V again, that sequence is still super haunting from a visual design perspective.  There might be a game journal in it!  I....think I’ve been taking plenty of screenshots? 

- If you played THUG 2 and the line “The kids went nuts for it” isn’t burned into your brain for life, we are on two different wavelengths.  That’s all i’ll say.

[welcometojackass2022]

Perfect Shot (Sub!Bam Margera x GN!Reader) [Smut]

This was an anonymous request made a while back, and I thought it was a really cool idea! This is my first Bam fic in a while, sorry about that.

Description: It’s the middle of filming for Jackass: The Movie, and Bam’s in a bad mood. As the main camera operator (and one of Bam’s good friends), you feel that it’s your responsibility to help Bam relax, so you offer him a blowjob. Long story short, this ends with you not only blowing him, but also filming the entire thing while he whines and begs and his legs get shaky.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Blowjob, Sub Bam and Dom Reader, Bam being whiny and pathetic and begging while you blow him, You filming yourself sucking Bam off, Bam’s a dick at first and you suck him off to calm him down

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always.

If there was one thing that you’d learned in your time as a camera operator for Jackass, it was that there was always at least one member of the cast who was in a bad mood on set at any given time. Preston would be pissed off because the guys did something fucked up to him during a stunt, or Ehren would be upset cuz he got picked on by the guys like always, or Johnny would be slightly less friendly than usual because he hadn’t had any coffee yet, or Jeff would be grumpy because one of the stunt ideas hadn’t worked out like it was supposed to. No matter what day it was or where the crew was filming, there was always someone who wasn’t happy about something, and on this particular day, that someone was Bam Margera.

You were setting up your camera in one of the rooms of the main production building to get ready for a scene you’d be filming later of Jeff and Johnny talking about a stunt that had ended up failing; right as you leaned down to look through the lens of the camera to adjust it, you heard the door to the room open, and you glanced back to see Bam walking in with a grumpy look on his face as he slammed the door shut behind him. “Hey, Margera.” He didn’t respond, wordlessly plopping down in one of the chairs you’d set up in front of your camera for Johnny and Jeff to sit in later on, his arms crossed as he slumped down and stared at the floor. You adjusted the lens of your camera, using Bam’s irritated figure as the center of the shot to make sure you had the right angle for later. “What’s the matter? Did Johnny and the others throw you into a snake pit again?” Bam shot you a look, and you laughed. “Sorry, I’m not trying to make fun of you. Seriously, Bam, what’s up with you?” He sighed, slumping even farther down in the chair and leaning his head back in frustration. “Knoxville and Tremaine are fucking dickheads, that’s what’s up with me.”

You raised your eyebrows, trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to play at your lips. “Do tell.” You looked through the lens once more to check the angle and then walked over to sit in the chair next to Bam, tilting your head to the side as you waited for him to inevitably start ranting about whatever Johnny and Jeff had supposedly done wrong. “I had this awesome fucking idea for a stunt and neither of them wanna do it. They said it doesn’t actually count as a stunt and can’t be shown in theaters or on television.” Your eyes widened. “Damn, really? I can’t remember the last time I saw either of them reject a stunt, what was your idea?” Bam glared at the floor. “I wanted to fuck Jenn on a skateboard going down a big-ass ramp.” You stared at him in silence, trying to discern if he was being serious or not; the look on his face made you realize he was being totally genuine, and you burst out laughing, much to his chagrin. “Don’t fucking laugh, it’s a good idea.” You pressed your mouth to your hand, trying to stifle your laughter as you brushed a stray tear from your eye. “Don’t laugh? Bam, I’m sorry, but that is the single funniest thing anyone has ever said to me in my life. First of all, I don’t even know if it’s possible to fuck on a skateboard, let alone one that’s going down a ramp. And second of all, I thought you and Jenn broke up last week.”

Bam shrugged, sitting up a little bit in his seat. “We did. But we’ve broken up like ten times this month anyway, so I wouldn’t be shocked if we got together again soon. And that’s the point! How will we know if it’s possible to fuck someone on a skateboard if we don’t try it? It’s like being a scientist, you have to do experiments and shit.” You smirked. “Yeah, Bam, sounds very scientific to me.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. “You’re supposed to be on my side, asshole, stop being a smart-ass.” You smiled apologetically, patting him on the shoulder. “Aw, I’m sorry, Bam, I’m really not trying to make fun of you here. It sounds like a really cool stunt idea. But I can see why Johnny and Jeff would say no. It would be kind of hard to show you and Jenn fucking on a skateboard and going down a ramp in a way that could actually be shown on TV.” Bam frowned. “Censor bars exist for a reason.” You laughed softly; it was still pretty funny, but he was clearly very upset, to the point where you had the feeling that it wasn’t just the rejection of his stunt idea that was bothering him. “Is that all that you’re upset about or is there something else?” You stopped smiling to show that you were genuinely asking, and Bam sighed, stressfully rubbing his hand over his forehead.

“No, I guess it’s not the only thing. None of my fucking skate tricks landed this morning, some chick at a bar called me pudgy yesterday, and this whole thing with Jenn is stressing me out.” You sucked your teeth sympathetically. “That’s a lot of things.” Bam nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning his head back again. “Yeah.” The two of you sat in silence for a moment, his eyes closed like he was trying to calm himself down, and you took the opportunity to look him over. He was stressfully tapping one of his feet on the floor, his jaw was tense, and he still had that grumpy look on his face. No wonder he was being so pissy; he was clearly overwhelmed with stress. If it were any of the other guys, you wouldn’t have cared that much; they were great and all, but you weren’t necessarily close with them, and seeing them be in bad moods was pretty common (aside from Pontius, who was almost always happy). Bam, on the other hand, had been close friends with you since before the first CKY video was released, and although he could be a total brat at times, he was usually still in a pretty good mood, so seeing him be so stressed out was genuinely concerning to you. You tried to think of a way to help him calm down; let him rant? No, he’d kinda already done that. Giving him a hug? No, Bam would throw a punch if you tried. Sucking his dick to help him relax? Well, it wasn’t a horrible idea.

“You want a blowjob?” Bam’s eyes snapped open, his hand moving away from his face as he stared at you. “Huh?” He was clearly expecting you to backtrack on your question, but you just doubled down and asked again. “Do you want me to give you a blowjob? Like, to calm you down. You just seem really stressed out and I figured maybe a blowjob could help you cool off a bit so you don’t end up choking out Knoxville or Tremaine.” Bam stared at you again, trying to decide if you were being serious or not, and once he realized that you were, he sat up straight in his chair, glancing over at the door that was slightly ajar. “Wait, for real? Are you actually offering or are you gonna laugh at me if I say yes?” You laughed, standing up to close the door to the room. “I mean, if I’m joking then it’s not a very funny joke. Asking if you want anal would be funnier. So no, Bam, I’m not going to laugh if you say yes. I am, however, going to lock this door. So is that a yes?” Bam thought it over for a moment, looking significantly less annoyed than he had just a few moments prior, and then he nodded. “Yeah, sure. Probably won’t fix anything, but it’s worth a shot.” You nodded back, locking the door and walking back over to kneel at his feet in front of the chair, resting one hand on his knee as you moved the other to his fly to unzip it. “Wait.” Bam grabbed your hand to stop you. You glanced up at him; he suddenly looked nervous, and you pulled your hand away.

“What’s wrong? You don’t want one? It’s fine if you don’t but you should probably tell me now.” Bam shook his head, still looking slightly nervous. “No, I do want one, I just…never mind. Just do it, forget I said anything.” You stared up at him with concern. “Are you sure? I’m not gonna do this if you don’t want me to.” He nodded, his face going red as your fingers brushed over the zipper of his pants again, and you proceeded to pull the zipper down, pulling the fly apart so you could reached your hand into his exposed boxers to pull his cock out. It was already half-hard, the tip slightly red as you teasingly ran your thumb over his slit; he let out a soft gasp under his breath, gripping at the armrests of his chair as he watched you take his cock into your hand. It wasn’t very big, but you already knew that anyway; Bam’s dick size was a pretty big source of jokes within the friend group. If anything, it was at least nice to look at. You didn’t wanna waste any time, so you leaned down and licked a stripe up the shaft, reveling in the slightly salty taste. Bam’s hips jerked up slightly, but he kept his lips shut to hide the noises he was making as you wrapped your lips around the tip. You suckled on the head, lapping up his precum from the slit, and he gripped the armrests of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white, biting down on his bottom lip like he was trying to stop himself from being too loud. You glanced up at him in amusement as you suckled even harder.

You pulled Bam’s hands away from the armrests (his grip was so tight you had to practically peel his fingers off of them) and guided them to the top of your head, letting him tangle his fingers in your hair to give him something else to focus his grip on. He immediately tugged on your hair, his grip tightening when you slid your mouth all the way down his shaft. You sucked on his shaft with as much force as you could, eliciting a loud whine from Bam’s lips, and he immediately pulled one of his hands away from your hair to cover his mouth with a look of red-faced embarrassment. You raised your eyebrows, pulling your mouth off of his cock to grin at him. “Everything okay, Bam? I’ve never heard that sound come out of your mouth before.” He glared at you, pulling the hand away from his mouth to push down on the back of your head in an attempt to get your lips back around his cock. “Shut up.” You smirked, staring up at him to gauge his reaction as you ran your tongue over the underside of his cock at an agonizingly slow pace that made his whole body shiver, his grip on your hair getting tight again as another uncharacteristically whiny moan fell from his lips. You dragged your tongue over it again, and his legs started to shake, his hands yanking at your hair desperately to try and pull your mouth back down on his shaft. You pulled away again, raising an eyebrow at him. “Damn, Margera, I never would have guessed you were so sensitive.”

Bam started to complain again, but you shushed him, covering his mouth with one hand as you used the other to rub the leaking red tip of his cock with the pad of your thumb. “Don’t start with me, Bam, I’m not making fun of you. I like it when guys get all sensitive and whiny when I’m blowing them, it’s sexy. I’d love to have a video of you being all pathetic and desperate and whiny for me, seeing all the cute little facial expressions you make when I’m sucking you off would be so hot. Actually…” You glanced back at the camera that was still set up, an idea coming to your mind as you released Bam’s cock from your grip and stood up. Bam stared up at you in confusion. “What are you doing?” You laughed, walking over to your camera and adjusting it to center on Bam again. “Can I film this?” He blinked in confusion. “You wanna film yourself sucking my dick?” You nodded with a grin. “Yes. It’s kinda hard to see all the faces and sounds you’re making when I’m trying to focus on sucking you off, but if I film it, I won’t miss anything.” Bam absentmindedly took his hard, leaking cock into his hand, stroking it at a steady pace as he thought it over. “Yeah, alright. Just don’t show it to anyone. Now can you come back over here and finish the job, please? I need to cum so fucking bad that it hurts.” You smiled, pressing the camera’s record button and making your way back over to him. “Wow, look at you begging me. I like that, you should keep doing it.”

You laughed at the unamused look on Bam’s face and took his leaking cock into your hand again, wrapping your fingers around the base and taking the entire shaft into your mouth as you swirled your tongue over the drooling slit and slick red tip, slurping up his precum as you coated his shaft in saliva. Bam let out a choked noise, his hips jerking wildly as he fisted his hands into your hair again, and you pulled your mouth back off of his cock with a slick pop, jerking his shaft in your hand as you glanced up at him to admire the flustered look on his face. A loud whine left his mouth, his eyes half-lidded as he bucked his hips up to try and push his tip back into your mouth. “I liked seeing your legs get all shaky earlier, Bam. Here, get up from that chair and stand so I can feel your legs shake while I’m sucking you off.” Bam looked slightly shocked at the request, but he did as he was told, standing up and pushing his chair back so he was still within the frame of the camera as you took his cock back into your mouth. Now that he was standing, he had to lean over you with his hands on the back of your head for support, his legs already starting to shake as you suckled intensively on the tip of his cock. You felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, a needy whine leaving his lips as the salty taste of his precum became more noticeable inside your mouth. “Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop.” His voice cracked pathetically as the tip of your tongue ran over his dripping slit.

You let him push your head all the way down so the tip of his cock was pressed against the back of your throat, sucking in your cheeks to make your mouth feel as tight around his shaft as it possibly could, his balls slapping against your chin as he hurriedly thrust his hips foreword in a desperate attempt to bring his orgasm on faster. A loud, whiny, pathetic moan fell from his lips, throwing his head back as he finally shot his load down your throat. You sucked the cum straight from his slit with an intensity that made Bam’s knees buckle, and he had to grab at your hair again to keep his balance. He bucked his hips forward as he rode out his orgasm, the energy of his thrusts gradually decreasing as he finished, and by the time he finally pulled his cock out of your mouth, he looked exhausted—but relaxed, nonetheless. His previously pissed off look had been replaced with one of slight satisfaction, a cute little smile on his face as he pushed his cock back into his jeans, zipped up his pants, helped you up from the floor and sat back down in his chair. You leaned down to push his bangs back from his slightly sweaty forehead, grinning at the pleased look on his face. “Feeling better?” Bam nodded. “Much better. Still kind of mad at Tremaine and Knoxville, but I don’t wanna choke them out anymore.” You laughed. “Good. Glad I could help. Anytime you need some stress relief, you know where to find me.” You walked over to the camera to stop the recording, clicking on the video to view it, and then you frowned. “Ah fuck, the shot was unfocused for the entire video….how about a quick reshoot?” Bam grinned excitedly.

[gaintheskateboard]

Music and Skateboarding

Music has continuously been involved in the international of skateboarding due to its earliest statistics. The counterculture of skateboarding, in truth, is an idea for its widespread kind of musical styles. Today, there are numerous splendid genres which are probably carefully diagnosed with skateboarding. The tune most recognized with the sport has a tendency to have a brief beat to pump up your adrenaline at the same time as skating.

Since skateboarding grew out of surfing lifestyle inside the route of the 1950s and Nineteen Sixties, it follows logically that the music and way of life of skateboarding have become in the beginning pretty much like that of surfing. However, skateboarding could soon be seen as extra counter-tradition than surfing and commenced to increase a rebellious attitude displayed thru apparel and tune. This punk has an impact on remains quite glaring in trendy skateboarding way of life.

There are many styles of forums such as penny boards, mini skateboards,

self-balancing scooters. There is also some other kind of skateboards for girls.

One of the primary track styles to be associated especially with skateboarding have become reggae. In the overdue Eighties, the SMA Rocco Division skateboarders, in conjunction with Jesse Martinez and Jef Hartsel, helped to usher inside the growing reggae-skateboarding manner of lifestyles. The song “I N I Style” became credited to Jef Hartsel and fellow skateboarders from Rocco, Jamie Zebulon, and Albert Naphtali. Throughout the past due Nineteen Eighties and early 1990s, numerous of those involved in the skateboarding enterprise recorded reggae-style songs.

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While skateboarding has traditionally been associated with punk or rock track, lately hip-hop and road lifestyle have embraced the sport, having a large have an impact on at the song cherished by skateboarders. Today, skateboarding has grown to encompass several fusion of cultures, which consist of punk, difficult rock, avenue, and hip cop lifestyle. As a give up end result, there may be a large type of musical styles that are loved with the useful resource of skateboarders around the world, despite the fact that there may be additionally a fashion popularized in skate shops that is precise to skateboarding and related sports activities.

One of the extra modern actions within the skateboarding subculture is the style towards “emo” or “pop-punk” bands like Fall Out Boy or Green Day. These bands are very well-known no longer best within the skateboarding community however additionally in the larger international.

Often, skateboarders will pay attention to their favored music while skating around the city or seeking to get themselves pumped as a good deal as trying new guidelines. A perennial preferred amongst skateboarders is the band “CKY.” The brother of famous seasoned skateboarder and stuntman Bam Margera (recognized for his “Jackass” movies) is within the band, one reason for the band's non-stop reputation inside the skateboarding way of existence. Formed in 1996, CKY films and track have long been favorites of skaters.

MXPX is every other mainstay amongst skaters. MXPX is for an upbeat song that is good for training tricks. For skaters who specifically revel in getting their adrenaline pumping earlier than a massive race or acting an ultra-modern trick, check out Offspring, NoFx, Rancid, Dropkick Murphys, or Flogging Molly. All are pretty famous a few of the skateboarding crowd.

If you are a skateboarder trying to locate a few new bands, head to your community skateboarding shop. Skateboarding is going hand in hand with the neighborhood track scene. Often, it's for the smaller neighborhood bands which are greater well-known in the skateboarding sub-subculture. If you skateboard with buddies, ask them to convey a few tunes; you in no way recognize what new bands you are probably introduced to. While there are genuinely a few bands that stay well-known with skaters 365 days after yr, the styles are commonly converting, and the subculture of skateboarding has grown to house nearly every musical fashion.