#viva la bam drabble

[philipjohnclapp]

could u do headcanons with steve-o dating reader who’s a pro skater and essentially just as gnarly as steve-o is?

love your fics btw!

Steve-O Dating Reader Headcanons

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted. No gender implied so take it as you will.

- He never would’ve thought that he would date someone just like him.

- He definitely boasts about you to the guys, and sometimes it pisses you off.

- Definitely met through Big Brother, and at first you hated his guts.

- You two have gone through so many drug binges together; and all have them have been a blast if you asked him.

- Steve-O wants to hold your hand EVERYWHERE, he’s always holding it regardless; even during stunts.

- During his rapping era he definitely wrote a rap song about you, and got you to do some rap in the backgrounds.

- Your rap was the only rap anyone found good in that whole album.

- That hurt Steve-Os ego, but you comforted him.

- When you get hurt in a stunt you usually brush it off and almost always are fine, but Steve-O gets really worried.

- He’s always there when you need him, he will drop everything and come over shit faced just to be there.

- You probably got sober first, and if not you two got sober together.

- Y’all are each others rock.

- Definitely trade burnt cds to each other.

- Steve-O and you do a lot of body shots of each other, and always involve you in his party tricks.

- You have a lot of party tricks of your own, if not more than Steve-O.

- You never fail to amaze him.

- You probably got famous first.

- Unlike Steve-O you manage your money, but sometimes you slip up and buy something outrageous.

[asskickedbygirl]

i can just imagine you and dico as like the one couple that are so close with each other they’ve just morphed into the same person. like you guys do everything together, eat off the same plate, sit entwined with each other when you’re watching movies, showering together (not strictly in a sexual way) and even holding his dick while he pees or just sitting on the counter while he does so, rarely ever apart. you’re so comfortable with your relationship it starts to kind of annoy the others, banging on walls when the two of you are fucking in castle bam, exclaims of “that’s disgusting!” when you’re picking at his face and just a show of rolling eyes and exaggerated gags when you just start making out at random moments. sometimes you’d hear people you didn’t know too well asking dico why he’s always around you and why he’s so set on being with you, that he’s young and pretty famous and should fuck as many girls as he can but he’d shut that shit down immediately. he’d say there’s no one else in the world he’d rather be with and for the speaker to politely fuck off. you were even worse drunk, sappy and all over each other. dico even secretly tried to propose to you one night, whispering that he wants to be with you forever but you told him to ask you sober, even without a ring it’s pretty set in stone that you’re gonna be his wife one day. after all you two are basically the same person, in sickness and in health.

[welcometojackass2022]

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

Just a quick little drabble about Jimmy going down on you and how he does it. The title is based off of the song of the same name.

Warnings: Cursing, Female Reader, Oral Sex (Female Receiving)

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray @cryinonthefloor553

Going down on you wasn’t something that Jimmy had to be asked to do, or something that he felt obligated to do, or something that he only did for special occasions like your birthday or Valentine’s Day or your one year anniversary. For Jimmy, it was something he wanted. Something he needed. Something he fantasized about and dreamed about and savored every moment of and would’ve got down on his knees and begged for if he had to. For Jimmy, going down on you was a privilege, and one that he indulged in every chance he got.

He was always the one who initiated it. You’d be sprawled out on the couch with him or laid out on the bed with him, cuddling or watching TV or just laying there together and enjoying the silence, and he’d suddenly just ask, like the thought had only just now entered his mind. He wanted to eat you out, he wanted to taste you, he wanted to make you feel good; no matter which way he said it, it was always straightforward, sincere, and, most importantly, eager. Jimmy wanted your pussy like a starving man wanted food. He wasn’t just horny, he was hungry, and the only way for him to satiate his hunger was to have his face buried between your thighs. So that was what he would do. He’d move down between your legs and spread your thighs apart to give himself more room, dragging those soft, plump lips up and down the velvety skin of your inner thighs and pressing a gentle kiss against your clit. Usually, at this point, he’d pause to look up at you, his eyes burning into yours as he waited for some kind of reaction. A shiver, a moan, a widening of the eyes. Anything to show that he was doing this right. Once the reaction he was looking for was given, all pretenses of leisure would be thrown out the window, and Jimmy would dive in head-first.

His lips would already be dripping with drool as he’d wrap them around your clit, fingers pressing down on your hips to keep you anchored as he sucked and slurped and lapped at your pussy, and his eyes would practically roll back in his head, like the taste of your pussy was pure ecstasy to him—then again, it probably was. Jimmy was a sloppy eater when it came to pussy; his mouth would drip with drool, his tongue would coat your pussy in saliva, and his lips would slide recklessly over your clit, already wet and red and swollen from how intensely he was pressing them against your dripping cunt. He’d flick his tongue over your lips, drag it up the length of your entrance, circle the tip of it over your clit, slurp and suck on any part of your pussy he could get his mouth, all while staring up at you with a desperate, hungry, lustful look that showed just how eager he was to please you and just how much he was enjoying himself. Jimmy didn’t just want it to feel good, either; he wanted it to feel incredible. He wanted you to be throwing your head back in ecstasy, grabbing and pulling at his hair with desire, telling him how good he was doing and how amazing it felt. If you were doing that, then he’d keep doing what he was doing until you came, and that would be it. But if you weren’t? He’d raise the stakes.

Jimmy would push his face right up against your pussy so his nose was pressed against your clit and his mouth was engulfing your pussy lips and his tongue was inside you, swirling around your sensitive walls and coating your pussy with even more saliva as he’d summon every drop of energy and passion he possibly could. His fingers would dig into your thighs as he’d press them to either side of his head so his face was clamped between them. His eyes would still be burning into yours, desperate to see a look of pleasure on your face, desperate to hear the sounds of your heavenly moans and whines and gasps, desperate to feel your hands tangled in his hair. He’d lick and suck and slurp and slide and drag his tongue over your pussy until he finally got the reaction he wanted; once your hands were in his hair and your face was glowing with pleasure and your mouth was falling open with the whines and moans he’d been so desperate to hear, Jimmy would close his eyes and focus on his next objective: making you cum. He’d continue his movements (if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it), sucking on your clit and twisting his tongue around your walls and lapping up your wetness with appreciative moans, his cheeks red and his eyes shut and his lips red and drooly as he’d give you every last bit of effort he could give. Looking so, so pretty as he went down on you.

And then finally, you’d cum. Your thighs would tighten up around his face and your legs would shake and your hands would tug on his hair and you’d throw your head back in euphoria as you’d cum against his mouth, moaning and crying out in pure bliss. Music to Jimmy’s fucking ears. And then it would be done, and you’d go limp against the bed, letting Jimmy gingerly remove your legs from his shoulders to lay them down on the bed. His lips would be dripping with your juices, but not for long; the taste of your cum was far too intoxicating for him to resist the urge to lick all of it up from his lips and his chin and your pussy and your inner thighs. He’d clean all of it up with his tongue, slightly more gentle than before, his pace more one of adoration and worship than one of primal need; the taste of your cum would satiate his hunger. Now his only focus would be thanking you for the gift he’d just received. He’d kiss your inner thighs and your belly and your boobs and your neck, working his way up to press soft little kisses to your lips and forehead, and then he’d tell you how amazing you tasted, how good your pussy felt against his tongue, how lovely you sounded when you were moaning his name, how much he wished he could sit there between your legs and pleasure you all day, every day, for the rest of his life. After all, going down on you wasn’t an obligation or a favor, it was a privilege—one that Jimmy indulged in every change he got.

[baby-jackass]

My Official Masterlist!

This is my official masterlist with all of my headcannons, drabbles and fics and whatnot. My works are going to be put down in alphabetical order, to make it easier upon the eyes. I can not promise that my work is amazing, but hopefully you enjoy my silly little stories. Every new writing I publish I will update onto the masters list. But for now, I introduce you to my mind.

Some codes for the fics:

* Male reader,

° Gender neutral reader,

® Female reader.

• No reader

JACKASS:

- Chris Pontius protecting you *

- Cuddling and falling asleep with the Guys °

- Cuddling with Ryan Dunn °

- Dating Johnny Knoxville *

- Getting high with Johnny Knoxville °

- Guys with their little brothers •

- The guys coming to your prom °

TONY HAWK TOURS:

- Babysitting Bam Margera - Tony Hawks Secret Skatepark Tour °

9-1-1:

- Unnamed drabble •

- when the storm rocks •

Waterloo Road:

- I found freedom, losing all hope was freedom - narrator •

- When the storm rocks •

I will write for Tony Hawk tours, Jackass, CKY, HIM and Viva la Bam as well as 9-1-1 and Waterloo road. I love requests, the more detail the better. It may take some time for me to complete them but I wil try my best. Currently I am SFW, but I am open to attempting NSFW.

[m4rgera]

them getting you to do a stunt as a non-member ★ jackass

johnny - best day of this mother fuckers life. he’s been trying to get you to do a stunt for ages, and when you finally cave into his desires he decides to go all out. he spent hours sketching out ideas with bam letting you pick whichever one you were willing to do. even if it was just a little cliche stunt with a skateboard he still got a kick out of it. definitely wanted to see you do more afterwards.

chris - oh he was completely against the idea, didn’t want you getting hurt. you had wanted to do it for a while and ended up doing it behind his back. even if you didn’t get hurt he really didn’t like the idea. he didn’t want you to keep getting more ballsy and actually end up getting hurt. wasn’t exactly mad at you, just glad you came out of it unharmed. gives you a lecture on proper safety procedures afterwards.

bam - kinda like johnny he encouraged it. wanted you to try it out and see if you liked it, especially before the filming of viva la bam so you could get a feeling of what you would do if you agreed to be on the show. you tried it out, ended up getting hurt but wanted to try again. bam took it pretty hard when you got hurt (even if it was just a couple scrapes) and wanted you to try to be more careful if you tried another stunt.

ryan - at first he was against it but decided there was no way to stop you. you had your mind set on trying a stunt and he knew he couldn’t change your mind. you tried a couple jumps on bikes into bushes just like he used to do, got a couple scrapes and decided it wasn’t for you. he for sure told you “i told you so” afterwards.

ehren - kinda like chris he was completely against the idea. even if you did end up doing it he refused to be there when it happened and didn’t even wanna hear what you were doing (although in the end he was slightly curious.) so when you came home with a few stitches above your eyebrow you both came to the conclusion doing stunts just wasn’t your thing.

dave - so exited to see you try, kinda wanted you to get into it and try it more often so you could come on set with him. he convinced you to try a few stunts, although you didn’t dislike it you just hated the part where it ended with you getting hurt. he would run up to you after every stunt and say “wasn’t that fun?” or “that was fucking sick.”

steveo - surprisingly against it. he knew you were gonna hate it, but decided to let you try. he was there when you did it as if he could guide you through it or something. he really just ended up sitting there and yelling how you where just gonna keep getting hurt. which he was right, you just kept getting more injured. teases you about it afterwards.

[philipjohnclapp]

To the people who banned me from their Jackass server because they didn’t believe I knew/met the Jackass guys.

You wish you were me.

Ps. I wasn’t lying

😈

[philipjohnclapp]

One of you guys roleplay Jackass with me, if you want to use an oc sure, but I prefer canon. Pretty please!! Dm me or something!!! I can roleplay anything, I’m pretty damn literate (a lot of words) I’ve got ideas, I’m not afraid of anything no matter how fucked up- and I can write some bitching smut.

[philipjohnclapp]

Rigged Game of Ping Pong

Goretober Day: 3

Prompt: Bullet Wounds

Word Count: 602

A/N: This is Bam Margera from Jackass forever and it is a Drabble, I know I dont quite follow the rules, but I come up with ideas as I go, so, suck it.

He wanted to one up Knoxville, he always did. After all he started this whole Jackass thing, he should be the main guy. He fucking deserved it, all of it. And now that he wasn’t even a part of the whole “clique” he had to do something to get the gaze back on him. To get his TMZ articles, to get his name. And that was one upping Johnny, doing something far more gnarly, beating him and his stupid gun trick.

Bam got his dumb gun license for this stunt, picking up an awfully powerful gun. One that trumps Johnny's puny girl gun by a long shot. Only the best. He wasn’t a puss. He’d do a closer range, he’s got the balls that Johnny lacks. Fucking pussy.

Dunn was gone so he couldn’t film his dumb shenanigans, he had no team to film him, and no family either. So, he was on his own. Bam had his phone connected to a tripod. Right in the back of Castle Bam. He was standing on some pathway. Unlike Johnny he didn’t have one of those “safety vests”, well, you know. One of those bullet proof vests. He was lacking one. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the funds, it was just to look better. How much better could suicide look?

Bam was swinging the gun around in his right hand as he looked at his phone camera, nothing but a slight smirk on his face. He didn’t have zero protection, he had one of those life jackets that you’d wear on a boat. Which was nothing, but he thought it would add a nice touch; and it did.

“Hello, I’m Bam Margera, and this is the REAL safety test. Fuck you Knoxville.”

Bam boasted, giving the camera a fierce glare. He had all the confidence in the world, what could go wrong? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It is funny to say that he was as sober as he could be too.

After his introduction he adjusted his feet, and he stopped swinging around his gun. After all, it was really dangerous. As a joke he pointed the gun at a camera and made a pew noise, before he pointed it at himself. Aiming a bit higher on his chest as best as he could. The gun already cocked and loaded as he squeezed the trigger.

His ears ring like church bells and it felt like he was kicked right in the chest. The gun flying out of his hands, landing more than ten feet away. Bam stumbled backwards, and then he tripped. Falling straight onto his ass.

And the dumb vest did as much as you would expect, nothing at all. The bullet went through it like ease, like a knife and some cheese. It was too easy. And it didn’t stop there, in fact it plunged straight into his chest.

Shattering where the clavicles met the Manubrium, and shattering the manubrium into thousands of micro pieces at impact. Blood spewing right out like a hose, his skin peeling, and chunks of muscle torn from the close shot. It was excruciating, and inoperable. Nobody could fix that, the shards of bone were ricocheting anywhere internally it could, like micro knives stabbing everything. Like a rigged game of ping pong. Scoring every. damn. time.

Bam Margera yelled out in pain, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would help him. The camera continued to roll, capturing all of that. His hands shooting up as he clawed at his chest. Begging for help even though nobody was there. And certainly nobody would be coming for him.

[philipjohnclapp]

Hello! Another reminder because it’s been a while that I own the best Jackass server ever, there’s images and content from Steve-O Raw, millions of Jackass stickers, lots of people to talk to, lots of fanfic writers and fan artists. Just a wide range of connections, and a lot of hard to find content. Not only is this a hangout server but a JACKASS ROLEPLAY SERVER it ranges from big brother to forever, you can make ocs and be canon, there’s no limits and it’s fun! A lot of characters are open! There’s also CKY and Viva La Bam too!

Here’s the link:

[philipjohnclapp]

Looking for someone to roleplay Jackass with, I promise I will try and play nice. Literally just comment or message me or something.

[philipjohnclapp]

We do, it’s just when we do y’all never read it and get mad at us for being legit and real with you. There’s a ton.

can someone make and fanfic where you're apart of jackass and just ass gross and dumb as the crew 🙏 I beg

[philipjohnclapp]

Are ur requests still open?

Yes, always! No need to ask.

[philipjohnclapp]

Do you write for Bam Margera?

Yes! A hundred percent, yes! I would love to write for him.

[philipjohnclapp]

Hello guys! I’m participating in Goretober this year… so, stay tuned. It’ll probably all be uploaded onto AO3, but I’ll try to post majority of it here too. (It’ll be the Jackass guys!!)

Here’s the prompts I’m following!!!

[philipjohnclapp]

Anyone have a Steve-O raw account I can mooch off of? I’ll write you a fanfic if you let me use it. 🥺

[philipjohnclapp]

Did you delete some of your SteveO fics? or is Tumblr dumb and deleting links?

They aren’t deleted, so my guess is Tumblr is. I’ll update them now. But they are also on AO3, my name on there is JohnnyKnoxville.