#viva la bam drabble

[asskickedbygirl]

Moment [Brandon DiCamillo x Gn!Reader Drabble]

Desc: You and Dico trace each others faces.

A/n: I don’t usually write lovey dovey stuff cos i feel like it takes itself too seriously but i was having thoughts i needed to express

Warnings: none just purely self indulgent fluff

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“Close your eyes.” You whispered, your face inches away from Dico’s as you lay in bed together, his arms around your waist. He gave you a funny look but did so anyways. You lifted your finger and began gently tracing his features, starting with his cheekbones. You moved on to his his eyelids and lashes before brushing his eyebrows flat.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled, eyes still shut. You hushed him and continued.

“I’m tracing your face.” Brandon smiled dumbly but allowed you to carry on. You dragged your finger along the outline of his lips once he stopped grinning, circling around before he playfully opened his mouth and bit it gently.

“Hey!” You giggled, smacking him lightly on the chest after he released you. You then moved your thumb along his jawline before finally getting to his nose. You took extra care to properly trace the feature with the pad of your finger, feeling the bone beneath his skin. You pressed the centre of it,

“I love your nose.” You muttered, making Bran open his eyes. He gave you that steely look, the one he gets when he goes all serious and hot. You grinned at his change in demeanour and he smiled back, keeping the stern look in his eyes. Then he brought his hand over your face to signal you to shut your eyes.

“My turn.” He whispered before bringing his fingers to carve under your cheekbones. He dragged his thumbs along your jaw as you had to him and traced your lids and lashes as well as brushing back your brows. He used the pad of his thumb to brush across the pillow of your lips and you kissed it as he passed. You could hear his smile though your eyes were unseeing. Using the tip of his index finger, he traced the bridge of your nose before planting a kiss on the tip. He took your face in his hands and kissed your cheeks, then your jaw, then your lids, your brows and finally your lips. He pulled away after the pecks to look you in the eyes.

His steely look was replaced with one of love and adoration. “I love your nose.” He whispered. You blushed like a teenager before pulling him in to kiss you once more. Your lips moved together slowly and softly. You pulled away this time.

“I love you.” The words never felt so natural leaving your lips though you had never uttered them before to anyone in your life with that meaning behind them. Dico’s gaze softened even more than it already had. He kissed you again, a quick peck.

“I love you too.” Your heart swelled and soared and yelled. The rest of the night was spent in each others arms, planting kisses and whispering sweet nothings with utter infatuation. Not wanting to let sleep take you from the moment that lasted forever.

End.

@gnarkillknoxville @steve-osahottie @ckygetsjobs @spoookyberry @jackussy420 @lovexjoe @wearenotdunnyet @izzaaaaaa @jackassvivalabam03 @bunnyC0re @lucy1ntheskyw1thd1am0nds

[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.

[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.

[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.

[asskickedbygirl]

the blackest day

“not much has changed here.” ✧˚ · .

. · ˚✧ “i’m proud of you.”

“i love you you know.” ✧˚ · .

[welcometojackass2022]

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

@chasingwinehouse consider this an appetizer <3

Warnings: Female reader, sub Novak, dumbification, dirty talk and degradation, slight pain play (cock related), finger sucking and oral fixation plus drooling

@asskickedbygirl tagging you in everything as usual

Novak’s sitting on his knees in front of you with his hands behind his back to keep from touching his pathetically hard cock as it lays against his thigh, red and sore and dripping with precum as he stares up at you with those big, dumb, whorish eyes of his. He’s been completely stripped naked; stupid little sluts like Novak don’t need clothing, because it’ll just end up being ripped off of them anyway. He looks so pathetic, so desperate, so dependent on you that you can hardly believe he’s the same man who always claimed to be such a sex god, a ladies man, a promiscuous womanizer who doesn’t catch feelings and doesn’t play hard to get because he can get any girl he wants. And yet, here he is now. Down on his knees for you, totally dumb and slutty for you, utterly obedient only to you as he waits for you give him orders.

“Aw, baby, your poor little cock must be so sore right now, look how hard and red it is for me.” He looks up at you with that same stupidly wide-eyed look, like he’s hoping you’ll have mercy on him and touch his aching cock, and he eagerly nods. “It hurts so much, mistress, please touch my cock.” You smile, stepping a little closer to him and tangling your fingers in his hair to yank his head back, his eyes widening as he stares up at you with a mix of need and fear, his lips slightly agape like he’s begging you to stick something in his dumb, greedy little mouth for him to suck on. “Touch your cock? Oh, you poor, stupid, needy little slutty. What a dumb thing to say. You know good and well that you haven’t done anything to deserve my touch.” The softest of whines leaves his mouth, and it makes your pussy throb.

God, he sounds so fucking pathetic. His tiny little cock twitches against his thigh, a steady stream of precum leaking from his tip as he stares up at you with a slightly dazed expression. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” You smile again, softening your grip on his hair and petting his head affectionately. “It’s okay, sweetie, I know it must be so hard to think properly with that tiny little brain of yours, your head must be so foggy right now. Maybe you just need something to suck on, that’ll help you focus. You wanna suck on my fingers, slut?” He nods eagerly, and you quickly shove your fingers into his waiting mouth, not even bothering to prepare him. Dumb little sluts don’t need preparation. They just take whatever you give them whenever you tell them to. He closes his eyes in pure bliss as he sucks your fingers, coating them in saliva and moaning softly on the digits with pleasure.

You shake your head in slight disbelief. “God, what a dumb little slut. Not a single thought in that head of yours, is there? You just do whatever I tell you to without question. Look at you, moaning on my fingers like a little whore. I bet you don’t even have a brain, do you? That pathetic little cock tells you what to do.” You move down to your knees so you’re at his level, fingers still in his mouth as he looks at you with those desperate, whorish, empty eyes. His only thoughts are on sucking your fingers and getting his little cock off. Speaking of his little cock, the poor little thing looks like it’s gonna pop, and you can tell he’s just barely bucking his hips in a desperate attempt to get some friction. You take it into your hand, and almost immediately he whines on your fingers, drool spilling from his lips mindlessly as the little cock throbs in your hand. You laugh. “Sweet little baby. You really want me to touch you, don’t you? How’s this for touch?” You hold it firmly by the base with one hand and smack it with the other, a slightly pained yelp leaving his mouth as he accidentally lets your fingers slip from his lips.

“Bad boy, I didn’t tell you to stop. Such a dumb little whore, you get the tiniest bit of touch and you can’t even remember to do what I tell you to.” You stick your fingers back in his mouth, admiring how his face looks with drool smeared all over his lips and chin, his cheeks red with a mix of shame and mindlessness. His cock is rapidly twitching now, so unbearably close, so agonizingly hard, and you feel a pang of pity for him. He’s just your slutty, brainless little servant, completely at your mercy. Can’t even think for himself. “You want to cum, baby? You wanna blow your little load all over yourself like the stupid little whore you are?” He nods desperately, jerking his hips and whining on your fingers, and you yank them from his mouth. “Beg for it then.” Novak stares up at you with that same pathetically stupid gaze, like he’s forgotten how to speak, and he frantically tries to search for the right words. “Please, mistress…let me blow my…blow my pathetic little load. I need it…need it so fucking bad…I’m just your stupid little slut, mistress, I only want to do…what you tell me to.” You smile mercifully. “Good. Cum.”

You slap his cock again, slightly harder than before, and he cums instantly, blowing his load all over his own chest and tummy and inner thighs as drool leaks from his mouth and his eyes nearly roll back in his head, a loud, desperate, stupidly wanton moan leaving his mouth as he reaches one of his hands out to hold yours. Poor baby can’t live without your touch. You affectionately take his hand in yours, holding it supportively as you watch him shoot hot ropes of cum all over himself uncontrollably, and then finally it’s over and he collapses onto his back exhaustedly, eyes half-lidded and breathing heavy and face red and pathetic little cock sore and empty against his leg from being milked dry. You lean over him, rubbing his face soothingly and leaning down to kiss his drool-covered lips. “My baby.” Novak smiles up at you dumbly. He likes the name. You move to clean him up, but he stops you and shakes his head. “Leave it for a little bit, please.” He just wants to lay there for a moment, covered in his own cum, totally at your mercy. Your dumb little whore.

[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]

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]

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!

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[welcometojackass2022]

Old Man (Rake Yohn x Reader Smut Drabble) (Jackass, CKY, Viva La Bam)

Current day Rake has the HOTTEST body type I’ve ever seen and I will not take criticism. Slutty ass waist, strong legs, tiniest bit of a dad belly? You can’t get any better. Check out that slutty waist in picture two…thank me later. Thanks to @chasingwinehouse for the idea <3 I know you appreciate his dad belly as much as I do.

Warnings: Female Reader, Cursing, Smut with Body Worship, Rake feels insecure about his body so you show him how much you adore it with a blowjob

@asskickedbygirl tagging you in all my stuff as always.

“God, I’m getting old.”

Rake stood in front of the mirror that was hung up on one of the walls of your living room, staring at his reflection with a look of annoyance as he held the hem of his shirt up to expose his bare belly. You glanced up from where you were sitting and folding laundry on the couch, tossing a freshly folded pair of jeans into the laundry basket and frowning with concern. “You’re not even fifty yet, baby, I’d hardly call you old.” He shook his head, pinching his belly fat between his fingers and then releasing his grip on his shirt to comb his fingers through his long hair. “I sure look like it, though. Totally outta shape, already totally gray. I mean Jesus Christ, baby, none of the other guys in the group have gray hair yet. Bam and Frantz and Raab all have the same hair colors they had back in the 90s.” You playfully rolled your eyes and folded another shirt. “I like your gray hair, Rake, it’s sexy. You look like a silver fox mixed with a mad scientist. And anyway, there’s no point in comparing yourself to those three. Raab’s a lot younger than you, Bam probably dyes his hair, and Frantz has to be drinking baby’s blood to be aging as little as he does.” You were trying to make him laugh, but he just sighed and walked over to the couch to plop down beside you.

“I guess so. I just miss my old hair color, I guess. And I really need to get rid of this dad belly thing I’ve got going on.” He glanced down at his body again with disappointment, and you frowned. “I happen to be obsessed with your dad belly, thank you very much. It’s sexy, Rake, it doesn’t mean that you’re out of shape.” Rake shot you a look of pure doubt. “Seriously, honey? You honestly expect me to believe that you find gray hair and dad bellies sexy?” You nodded with a smirk. “Yep. Want me to prove it?” Rake stared at you like he wasn’t entirely sure what you were implying, but after a moment he hesitantly nodded. “Sure, honey, give it your best shot.” You playfully rolled your eyes at his sarcasm and promptly climbed into his lap, laughing at the slightly shocked look on his face. “What? You said give it my best shot.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down so his forehead was pressed to yours and you were staring into his eyes. “Kiss me, old man.” He rolled his eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping up on his lips. “Shut up.” But he did kiss you, and you eagerly returned it, your hands moving to tangle up in the gray hair that he disliked so much but that you absolutely loved.

You slid one of your hands up his shirt, admiring the feeling of his firm chest and soft belly, and he shivered under your touch, his cock starting to harden underneath you through his tight blue jeans. You pulled away with a grin, glancing down at his erection as it pressed against your thigh, and Rake grimaced. “Shit, sorry honey. It’s hard to control it when you get all grabby with me like that.” You laughed, playfully palming the bulge and then quickly getting up from his lap to kneel in front of him on the floor. Rake sat up a little straighter, trying to hide how excited he was. “Aw, honey, you don’t have to do that for me—fuck.” Before he could even finish his sentence, you had already unzipped and unbuttoned his tight jeans and fished his long, thick cock out, dragging your tongue over the tip of it as you stared up at him to gauge his reaction. When the curse word left his mouth, you pulled away with a sly grin. “I know I don’t have to, Rake, but I want to. I mean, if you don’t want me to, then I won’t, but otherwise, just sit back and relax and let me do something nice for you, okay?” Rake nodded with the slightest hint of a grin on his face, leaning back against the couch and relaxing as he tried to sound casual. “Right, of course, whatever you wanna do, honey, I’m certainly not gonna stop you.” You giggled.

You took the tip into your mouth, coating it in your saliva as you slowly slid down on his slick shaft, making him moan softly under his breath as his grip on the couch tightened. Once your lips were all the way down around the base of his cock, you gently grabbed his hands and pulled them away from the couch, guiding them to rest on top of your head a sign for him to pull your hair. Rake quickly got the hint and tangled his fingers in your hair, gently tugging on it to guide your mouth up and down his thick shaft. You slurped up your saliva from the tip, running the tip of your tongue over the slit to lap up the drops of his salty precum. Rake’s mouth dropped open like he was gonna say something, but all that came out was another soft moan, his grip on your hair tightening as he gently pushed your mouth down on his shaft again. You suckled on his swollen cock head, licking up the steady stream of precum that leaked from the tip, and you moved your hands up to slip them under his shirt again, focusing your attention on lovingly rubbing your fingers over the soft skin of his belly. As much as Rake complained about it, you honestly adored it. It was just the perfect amount of belly, and the feeling of it pressed against your back or against your own belly when he fucked you was nothing short of incredible. Rake tilted his head back against the couch with a slightly louder moan, a clear sign that he was getting close to cumming.

You continued to rub your hands over his tummy and chest as you took his cock all the way into your mouth again, letting him savor the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped all the way around his shaft as he just barely bucked his hips up to fuck your mouth. You hummed around his cock, the feeling of the vibrations against his sensitive shaft being just enough to push him over the edge; he came down your throat with a soft, low moan, his hands pushing down on the top of your head to keep your mouth all the way on his cock as his seed filled your mouth. You eagerly swallowed it, and Rake gently released your head so you could pull your mouth off of his cock, spit and cum dripping from your lips onto his tip as you pulled away. Rake leaned his head back against the wall for a moment, eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, and you smiled, your hands still under his shirt and resting on his belly. After a moment, he pulled his head up and glanced down at you affectionately, gently petting your hair with a soft look. “That was really sweet of you, princess, thank you. Here, sit in my lap again.” He tucked his cock back into his jeans and pulled you up onto his lap again with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands rubbing your back. You played with the gray curls of his hair, and he spoke to you with a vulnerable tone that you didn’t usually hear from him.

“Are you really not bothered by the gray hair? Or the dad belly? You promise you’re not?” You nodded, smiling tenderly as you stroked his face. “Yes, baby, I promise. Trust me, I wouldn’t change either of those things for the world.” You kissed him on the lips again, and he smiled. “Okay, good. Between you and me, dyeing my hair and getting a new workout routine sounds like a lot of work.” You laughed, moving your hands down to stick them under his shirt again. “It does, doesn’t it? I can’t imagine you without the hair color and the dad belly, honestly. They make you look all sexy and sophisticated but also like a secretly wild sex freak who could rock my world any day of the week.” Rake shot you a look. “Are you saying I’m not a secretly wild sex freak who could rock your world any day of the week?” You smirked, resting your head on his chest and looking up at him suggestively. “I’d hardly say you’re secretive about it, baby.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss you on the neck as he rubbed circles over your hips with his fingertips. “You got me there, princess. If you’re really that big of a fan of my body, then maybe later tonight we can both get naked and see how many different pieces of furniture I can fuck you over in each room.” You raised your eyebrows with a smile. “Count me in.”

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