#sub bam margera

[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.

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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.

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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

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[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

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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

[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.

[welcometojackass2022]

Taking Commissions—Personalized and Kink/Fetish Fics for $10-$15

Figured I’d go ahead and make this official! I’m currently taking commissions. For $10 I’ll write you a personalized smut fic that will be similar to my x reader fics except instead of the reader, you get to choose the name, personality traits and characteristics of the main character; you can use yourself, an OC, anything you want as specifically detailed as you want. You can also choose to have another canon character or person used instead of yourself or an OC (for example, a Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy fic instead of a Harry Potter x Reader fic). I’m also taking commissions for hardcore kink and fetish fics for $15, which can also be personalized upon request. Continue reading for more details!

Fandoms I Take Commissions For:

Jackass (Johnny Knoxville, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Chris Pontius, Steve-O, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Wee Man, Preston Lacy, Stephanie Hodge, Jeff Tremaine, Spike Jonze, Rachel Wolfson, Poopies, Zach Holmes, Jasper Dolphin, Eric Manaka)

Viva La Bam and CKY (Bam, Ryan, Brandon DiCamillo, Rake Yohn, Raab Himself/Chris Raab), Brandon Novak, Tim Glomb, Lord Bottaro, Joe Frantz, Jess Margera, Chad Ginsburg, Deron Miller, Ryan Gee)

Game of Thrones (too many characters to list, just ask upon request)

Harry Potter (pretty much any character, just ask upon request)

Gotham (most characters, just ask upon request)

Shameless (most characters, just ask upon request)

Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared from Bloodhound Gang

Ville Valo from HIM

Any character from Haggard or Minghags

The Mighty Boosh (Vince, Howard, Naboo)

Peep Show (Mark and Jeremy)

IT Crowd (Moss, Jen, Roy, Douglas, Richmond)

Peaky Blinders (most characters, just ask upon request)

Slipknot (all members)

Pretty much any rock band, including Guns N Roses, Motley Crue, and KISS (check my old account @creativewritingpracticestudio for some of my old rock band fics)

Pretty much any British comedian featured on Would I Lie To You, Taskmaster, Big Fat Quiz, 8 Out of 10 Cats, 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, and Mock the Week

Dead Poets Society (any of the main guys honestly, I’m not picky)

Inbetweeners (most main characters and Mr. Gilbert)

Umbrella Academy (most main characters, ask upon request)

Types of Personalized Fics I’ll Write ($10 Per Fic, $15 if Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes are involved)

Fluff

Smut (angry smut, fluffy smut, jealous smut, anything really)

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Song fics

Drabbles or short concepts

M/F, M/M, F/F, anything goes

Types of Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes I’ll Write For ($15 Per Fic)

Hardcore BDSM (bondage, dom/sub dynamics, mild pain play, punishments, use of gags, sex toys, and bondage gear, etc)

Consensual Non-Consent

Somnophilia

Piss kink, piss play, bladder control, etc

DDLG/MDLB and all variations, but no pedophilia.

Blood Kink and/or weapon play

Roleplay

Breeding Kink and Pregnancy Kink

Belly Kink/Weight Gain Kink (this does include feederism and force-feeding)

Cucking, Threesomes, Sharing, Free Use, Cheating Kink, etc

Degradation and Humiliation (and on the opposite end, Praise Kink and Body Worship)

Impact Play and Mild Pain Play

Foot Fetish

Exhibitionism and Voyeurism

Wax Play and Temperature Play

Tentacles (yeah sure, why not)

Inflation (I highly doubt anyone’s gonna request this but it’s there as an option)

Note: Extremely gross fetishes like scat, farting, armpits, etc are a possibility but you’ll have to make a pretty decent offer, definitely more than $15. Pedophilia, Bestiality, and kinks involving explicit torture/mutilation or murder are out, no matter what you offer.

Please note that all requests for these fics need to either be sent to me in DMs or through a non-anonymous ask (the ask won’t be posted, it’ll just tell me who to DM to send the link to the fic or to ask questions about the fic). Once the fic is completed, I’ll ask you to send the $10 or $15 through Venmo, PayPal or CashApp (preferably Venmo but it’s your choice) and I’ll either send you the link to the document the fic is written on or email you the PDF of the fic. You can also choose to have me post the fic on ao3 and just not state who requested said fic. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, I don’t kinkshame or judge and I like to be given as many details as possible to ensure that you get the fic you want.

Also, don’t feel obligated to ask for a commission if you’re one of the people who reads my x reader fics! This is just a way for me to earn some money while I’m in college, I will never demand that any of you ask for a commission. Happy requesting :)

[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!

[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

[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

><><><><

“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]

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.

[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.

[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.

[1800miserablethot]

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: Ryan kisses Bam as a prank and it has all of you guys laughing at how Bam cringes and tries to yank away. Bam being the brat he is starts pouting over it so you shut him up by full-on French kissing him, making him weak in the knees.

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You all laugh and cheer as Ryan practically lunges at Bam, grabbing his face and trying to kiss him for a prank. Watching how Bam struggled and jerked around trying to get away. “Plant one on him, Dunn!” You yell out, cheering before barking out with laughter. Bam's eyes go wide as he continues to struggle against Ryan’s hold, but it's no use. And Ryan ends up succeeding in kissing Bam. His lips crash roughly into Bam’s, who still struggles to get away until finally Ryan lets go and Bam goes tumbling backwards. “Fucking assholes!” Bam snarks with a laugh, spitting and wiping his face as if the kiss was acid to his skin. The act of spitting made everyone laugh even harder, “Don't be such a baby, Bam.” You say with a cheeky grin which earns you a glare from the brunette. “Dude kissing Ryan is like kissing a fish, it was fucking disgusting!” 

You laugh even harder when you hear Ryan shout “Hey!” as if he is truly offended by Bam’s words. “Who’s idea was that anyways?” Bam asks, his glare growing stronger when all fingers point to you. “Snitches,” you mutter, flipping everyone off. Looking towards Bam you see his glare turn into a pout, “Oh come on now baby, you're fine.” You cooed teasingly, walking over to pat his cheek lightly which only seemed to deepen the pout. “Jeez, he really is a baby, huh?” you hear Ryan say which makes you snicker. “Shut up!” Bam snarks, his glare returning. You watch as his mouth opens again to say something else but before he can get it out you grab his jaw tightly with your fingers as your other hand digs into his hair. A small gasp barely has enough time to escape from Bam’s lips before they crash against yours. Your fingers curl more into his hair, cranking his head to the side to deepen the kiss, hearing Bam whimper into the kiss. You smirk against his lips feeling his knees buckle making his body flush against yours. You chuckle softly before shoving him away, breaking the kiss. Hearing Ryan and the others start cheering and whooping, “now that's a kiss!” Ryan says with a laugh. “Dude [Y/N] totally made you their bitch!” another say making you burst into laughter. Seeing how Bam tried to play it off by throwing his middle finger up, but you watch as his face flushes heavily, and how he readjusted his pants making your smirk grow bigger. 

[1800miserablethot]

𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Plot: Bam is at an HIM concert with the Viva la Bam crew (Ryan, Raab, Novak) and he meets Reader/you there, he practically falls in love at first sight while the HIM song plays in the background.

(has lyrics written into the fiction)

Warning: drinking, making out

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Bam was laughing and causing chaos with Ryan, both talking about how they wanna jump off the railing and into the pit of the crowd. Which was around 30 feet off the ground. The song “Right Here In My Arms” playing in the background and as the guitar solo ends Bam and Ryan jump off the railing and into the crowd.  The energy in the room was electric and as Bam crashes into the mass of people, his body melts into the sea of thrashing bodies. He was laughing and cheering as he was put down by the people in the crowd when he landed on his feet he started to make his way through the crowd to try and find Ryan and his friends again when suddenly his eyes landed on a guy.

Usually, he swung for the chicks and shit but this dude was fucking beautiful. Like instant butterflies in your stomach, knees are weak, throat dry beautiful. He was breathing in and out of time, his heart was losing it at the sight of you. He wanted to desperately go over to you but his feet were frozen in place, that was until he saw your eyes lock with his. The club felt like it was slowing down and everything around him started to blur out as he watched a grin spread across your face, it nearly broke his lovestruck gaze when he saw you start to make your way over to him. Bam felt his heart race wildly in his chest, his body was sweaty and shaking when you finally reached him.

“dude I saw you and Ryan jump from up there, that was rad!” He hears you say, and that breaks his trance. His heart dropped a bit when he heard you say Ryan’s name, assuming the worst. “You know Ryan?” He asks loudly, trying to hear you over the music. “Yeah! Me and Ryan are childhood friends, bro.” You reply which Bam could have sworn you must have heard his sigh of relief. “Oh cool-yeah I was on my way to try and find him.” He replied, trying to play it cool and not seem like a total loser. But when he felt your hand wrap around his shoulder all he wanted was for you to pull him closer. “Let’s go find him together the way what’s your name?” He hears you ask, “It’s Bam,” He replies, feeling his face heating up as you two walk around and out of the crowd to head back upstairs to the second floor where the rest of his friends were. “Bam? Like Viva La Bam? Ryan won’t shut up about it but shit I wouldn’t either if I was doing the crazy shit he does-oh also my name’s [Y/N]!” You say, turning your head to meet Bam’s gaze only for him to break it quickly. 

A playful smile graces your lips at his actions, when you two make it to the top of the stairs you let your hand not linger around his shoulder but rather slide it further down his arm before pulling away completely.  “I think I hear him,” You say to Bam as you two make it over to his friend group, where Ryan was laughing and talking about his stunt he just pulled as Raab and Novak laughed and said shit like “Dude that was awesome!” And other stuff back to him. “What’s up fucker!” You shout, getting their attention. Seeing Ryan’s smile brighten at the sight of you, “[Y/N]!” He shouts back, his arms out as he hugs you. “Thought you were gonna bail on me, bro!” Ryan says to you which gets a laugh out of you. “Nah man I was downstairs when suddenly I see you flying off this fucking railing!” You respond making everyone laugh, you turn around and grab Bam’s shirt pulling him closer. “Then I made a new buddy,” You say, your other hand patting Bam’s cheek softly watching how his face turned a light shade of pink. 

“You never told me about [Y/N], Dunn!” Bam says, trying to remain chill. But the way your hand was clutching to his shirt and how the other touched his face made his body shudder lightly. “Yeah, just met him a couple minutes ago,” you replied, glancing at Bam briefly before letting him go so you could dab up Raab and Novak. The cheering, slapping you on the back when they realized it was you, “I need a fucking drink who's coming with?” You ask, your eyes instantly falling onto Bam’s. When your eyes lock with his with that small smile on your face it’s like heaven down on earth. “I’ll go!” He says a bit too quickly, watching the smile on your face grow into a grin. “Let’s do it then,” you reply, walking past him to make your way over to the bar but when you do you make sure to somehow land a touch on him. Goosebumps rose on Bam’s skin where you touched him and a shiver ran down his spine. Bam couldn’t help but stare at you as you walked away, taking in your body, and the way you moved. “Dude, [Y/N] is totally into you,” he heard Ryan say to him, causing Bam to turn his head to look at his friend who just raised an eyebrow and snickered at him. “Fuck off, no he’s not,” Bam muttered, giving Ryan a small shove before turning around to make his way back over to the bar with you. But secretly he hoped Dunn was right, that you were. That you felt it too, to say that this is something and hopefully don’t leave him with nothing. 

Bam lets out a deep breath, his nerves kicking in as he reaches the bar, and sees you leaned against it with your elbows propping you up. Bam’s heart quickened as he made his way over to you, feeling his palms grow sweaty and eyes widen as he closed the distance between the two of you. Standing right next to you, Bam felt his chest tighten as watched your gaze on him, “I got you a beer and a shot, it’s that good?” You ask, seeing Bam nod in agreement as he chokes out a “yeah,” amused by his actions, you give Bam a sly grin and lean your head to the side, your eyelids half-lidded. Looking at Bam was like looking at a starlight, the way his blue eyes sparkled in the dimmed lighting around them, as the purple spotlights bounced off his brown hair. Standing so close to him, your side almost pressed against his made the blood rush to your head. You snap out of it though when the bartender puts the drinks in front of you two, before walking away to tend to other customers. “Bottoms up,” You say playfully, grabbing one of the shots as Bam grabs the other. Clinking your glasses together before downing the shot, instantly feeling the warm burn radiating from your chest to your gut. You place the glass back onto the counter with a soft thud, as you watch Bam do the same. Feeling the buzz start to kick in as your body starts tingling, you start to feel a new kind of hunger. And you only want one thing. Your gaze runs down Bam’s body watching him drink his beer as he looks around and sings along to the song that Ville Valo was singing at the moment. 

Hearing him sing about having a girl right in his arms, but the only thing you wanted in your arms was Bam. Because there was an empty spot in your heart and the only thing you wanted to fill it was the blue-eyed brunette next to you. “Hey, Bam!” You shout out, to catch his attention over the loud music, and when his head turns to face you, you take the opportunity to grab his jaw and crash your lips together. Feeling him almost instantly melt into it, reveling in his soft moan that gets caught in the kiss. You pull away and grab his hand leading him to the bathroom, grinning over your shoulder as you see him follow right behind you into it. When you two get into the small bathroom, you lock the door, the music echoing through the cracks of the door, still blaring all around you two. You barely had enough time to turn around before his lips were against yours again, you grunt and grab him by the hips, pushing him against the wall. One of his hands was wrapped around the back of your neck and the other was in your hair. “Bam,” You huff against his lips before trailing yours down his neck. Bam’s head hit the wall with a thump, his fuzzy mind melting and short-circuiting by the second but what he did know was you were right here in his arms, and he for damn sure wasn’t going to let go because he can’t nor won’t. 

[1800miserablethot]

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: You catch Bam sleeping on the couch, it’s a perfect time to get payback for all the times he’s woken you up by doing flips on you, blaring music, etc. But he just looks so pretty asleep and beautiful and you can't seem to do it.

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Bam was sprawled out on the living room couch, one arm hanging off the edge, brown locks strewn haphazardly around his head, creating a nest of darkness. His chest rose and fell gently with each breath, an adorable snore occasionally escaping those soft lips. You couldn't help but appreciate the image he made; he looked peaceful, almost serene.

Part of you thought this was the perfect opportunity to get him back for the times he’s woken you up in dumb ways. (like blaring music loudly in your ear, doing flips onto you, and ending up putting holes in the wall.) Your index finger pushes a brown curl out of his face, and as you gaze down at him you can't bring yourself to get payback at the moment. The usual chaotic man doing destructive stunts or pranks finally looked at peace, putting you in a moment of contemplation. A soft smile crosses your lips as you stand there next to the couch, enjoying the sight of him sleeping. You decide that maybe right now isn't the best time for revenge instead you sit on the armrest of the couch and just enjoy the sight of Bam

[1800miserablethot]

I saw your post about Bam's old..yk *achem* certain videos and pictures and I know you write male reader x Bam. So what if Male reader and Bam made their own certain video to outshine Bam's and Jenns XD

Omg…YESSS

And in the fic Bam’s actually gonna be showing emotions because lets be real he looked so bored in the vid with Jenn (sorry not sorry)