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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where you’re bam’s sister and become pregnant with johnny’s baby. (requested)

Warnings: jackass related topics, swearing, bam being bam, pregnancy, brother bam, fluff, angst, age gap (reader is 24, johnny is 33 - not really mentioned)

Word Count: 4.1k

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To say you were the happiest you had been in a long time would be a massive understatement.

You were beyond happy, ecstatic, even.

However, there was a downside to your happiness.

While you were the happiest you’ve ever been, your brother, Bam, was the most pissed off he’s ever been. And it was half your fault and half Johnny’s.

Bam didn’t know what to expect when he offered you the option to tag along with him one day when he was filming the first Jackass movie. He thought that you’d find the experience boring, traumatic, even, and was sure that you’d skip out on the next time he asked if you wanted to come with him to the set again.

The number one thing he never expected was for one of his castmates to fall in love with you - and he didn’t expect you to feel the same way Johnny fucking Knoxville felt about you.

It was cruel, really. The one time he decided to be a good brother and involve you in the craze that was his job, you start a relationship with one of his best friends.

You weren’t all to blame, though. Bam had spoken about you to Johnny countless of times, describing you as his pretty, too kind for her own good, sister who had no business getting swept up in the drama that comes with being a ‘celebrity’. He wanted to protect you from all that, shield you from the harsh reality that was his world.

But, the second someone found out about Bam Margera’s little sister being involved with Johnny Knoxville, you were outed to the whole world. And gone was your privacy.

While Johnny tried to keep it a private relationship, keeping his interactions with you in public as minimal and friendly as possible, he had no control over the swarm of articles that he woke up to one morning, his arm sore from having you lay on it all night.

At his sudden tenseness, you questioned what was wrong, only to find out that your private relationship was now public, and it was all anyone could talk about.

You wanted to be mad, but it was now officially out that Johnny Knoxville was taken and off the market. How could you be mad when it was you who he had chosen to settle down with?

Sure, you felt bad that Bam wasn’t happy with the relationship. You had always seeked his approval for your past boyfriends, none of which he cared for, and you thought that since he not only cared for Johnny, but knew him as well, he would accept your relationship almost as soon as it formed.

But you were wrong.

It was nearing five in the afternoon when you bounced your way down the stairs, nearly bumping into Bam who was going up. He had his phone in his hand, his thumb on the keypad as he looked up at you from his spot on the stair. “Hey,” he greeted you. “Want me to order pizza for dinner?”

“Um,” you trailed off. “Sure, if you want. Maybe you can share it with Dunn and Jess.”

It was only then that Bam noticed the bag you brought with you whenever you were sleeping over at a friend’s house in your hand. His brow raised, already knowing exactly who you were going to see. “Where are you going?” He asked, the look on your face answering the question. “Knoxville’s place? Again?”

“Yes, again,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, walking down the last few steps. “We’re dating, remember? Couples normally see each other more than once a week.”

Bam copied you by giving you an eyeroll of his own. “Thanks, I had no idea,” he says. “But you were just with him yesterday. How come you and I and Jess can never hang out as actual siblings for once? He’s never here, and now I hardly see you anymore thanks to Knoxville.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you slip on your shoes, leaning against the wall as you tie them. “We see each other all the time. We live together, and have been for twenty four years now,” you point out, standing up straight once the laces were tied. “And as for Jess, he’ll be home for the next two weeks. We can have a pizza night tomorrow, if you want.”

“Fine,” Bam mutters, turning his back to you. “Tell your boyfriend I said hi.”

With one hand on the doorknob, you let out a sigh as you watch your brother sulk up the stairs. “You know, one day you’re gonna have to accept our relationship,” you call out to him, making him pause on the middle step. “He makes me happy, okay? I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

Bam gives you a look of disgust, shaking his head afterwards. “That’s awesome,” he said. “As long as you’re happy.” And with that, he disappeared upstairs.

The conversation stuck with you all the way to Johnny’s house. Even as you were sitting next to the man himself, tucked protectively under his arm, your mind was elsewhere. “Hey,” his voice broke you out of your thoughts. “What’s got you so distracted today?”

You shake your head, chewing on your lip in slight embarrassment. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “I was just thinking about Bam. He really doesn’t like us being together.”

Johnny laughed, kissing the side of your head. He kept his mouth pressed to your hair as he said the next words, making them come out muffled, “Well, he’s just going to have to deal with it,” he pulled away to be able to look you in the eye. “We’ve been together for seven months now. He’s lucky he doesn’t know that I popped your cherry a few months back.”

At his words, your face heats up and you shrink into his side, a warmth spreading throughout your entire body. This guy could never be too serious for too long.

Johnny laughed at your reaction, his hand sliding down your body to poke at your side. “That would probably be his breaking point, us sleeping together,” when the tip of his index finger pressed against the skin of your stomach, you jolted forward, an uneasy feeling seeping into your lower torso. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked quickly, sitting up with you as you hunched over, your arms wrapping around your frame.

“No,” you say through gritted teeth, exhaling shakily as you try to breathe through the sudden wave of nausea. “No, I’m okay. I’m good.” You push through it and sit back once again, making Johnny raise a brow.

“Are you sure?” He asked, hesitating to wrap his arm around you again. You force out a laugh and grab his hand, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and lacing your fingers together. “Do you feel sick?”

“I’m fine,” you assure him, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I promise.”

You bid Jess a goodbye as he once again had to leave for his job, before walking back to the living room on shaky legs.

You hear Bam bolt down the stairs, followed by the sound of the front door opening. He shouts a quick ‘bye’ to his older brother before the door is slammed shut, making you jump slightly from your place on the couch.

Bam soon walked into the room, his eyes landing on your figure almost instantly. He would’ve walked past you had he not taken notice of your shaking figure and the way your face was glistening with a light layer of sweat. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, sitting next to you and placing his palm flat against your forehead. “What’s wrong?”

If you weren’t feeling like death itself, you would’ve swatted his hand away as soon as it made contact with your skin, but clearly that was something you couldn’t do at this moment. “I don’t feel well,” you whimper, wrapping your arms tighter around your middle. “God, it hurts.”

Bam removes his hand from your head, wiping away the small bit of sweat that gathered on it on his pants. “What does? Your stomach?” When you nod in response, Bam tried to move your arms, but you just shook your head and sunk further into the cushion. “How long has it been hurting?”

You shrug as best as you could. “Few weeks,”

“A few weeks?” Bam repeats your words, not bothering to hide the shock mixed with annoyance in his voice. “Why haven’t you gone to the hospital?”

“I thought it would go away,”

“Yeah? How’d that work out for ya?” Bam shook his head as he stood up, feeling the pockets of his pants for his keys. “Come on, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Bam, really, I-”

“Shut up,” he cut you off, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

“What?” Your ears were burning as you tried to process the words that were being spoken to you.

“Honey, this is great news!” The doctor said in a cheerful voice, clearly not reading the room.

You blink at her from your hunched over position. “I’m….what?”

“Two months pregnant!” She smiled at you. You begin to hyperventilate at the confirmation, your breathing becoming quick and unsteady. “Oh, sweetie, you shouldn’t hunch over like that, you’ll crush the baby!” She walks over to you and places her hands on your arms, gently lifting you into a stiffer seated position.

“I’ll what?” You failed to clue in that she was just joking.

“That was just a joke, honey,” she laughed awkwardly. “I can see you’re a bit tense at the moment and wanted to lighten the mood.”

You shake your head. “Oh, my God,” you mumble. “What will they think?”

The question burned in your mind on your way back to the waiting room. ‘They’, obviously being Bam and Johnny. Would Johnny want to have a baby with you? Will he leave you? Will Bam kill Johnny for knocking up his little sister? Will Bam still talk to you after this?

“Hey,” Bam stood up from the plastic chair once he saw you enter the room. “How’d it go? Is everything okay?”

You couldn’t tell him, not now. You couldn’t.

So, you wipe away the terrified look you had been wearing since you received the news and nod. “Yep,” you say, your voice nearly betraying you with how forced it sounded. “It’s just a common flu. I should be better in a few days.”

At that, Bam sighs in relief. “Okay, good,” he says as you begin to make your way back to the entrance. “What now?”

“Rest,” you tell him as the automatic doors open. “Now I just need to rest.”

And figure out how the hell to tell you I’m pregnant.

“Please say something,” you were begging for any indication on how he was feeling.

Is he mad? Pissed? Excited? You had no clue as Johnny’s mouth seemed stuck open and had been since you told him you were two months pregnant.

You huff quietly, furrowing your brow in frustration. “Johnny, please, talk to me,” you pleaded. “Anything, anything at all would help.”

Johnny shook his head, seeming to have broken himself out of the trance he was in. He swallowed harshly, looking over at you from your spot beside him on the couch. “Are you sure? I mean, how do you know?”

“I went to the hospital,” you begin, looking away from your boyfriend. “Well, Bam pretty much forced me to go when he found out I hadn’t been feeling well lately, and-”

“You haven’t been feeling well?” Johnny cut you off with a question. “Is that why you haven’t let me touch you for the past two weeks?”

At your look of guilt, it all started to make sense to him.

“Yeah, sorry,” you trail off, meeting his eyes once again when you realized that he had yet to tell you how he felt about the whole situation. “The doctor confirmed it. But, Johnny, I need to know what you’re thinking about all this. Are you mad at me?”

Johnny’s face dropped at your words, his brows furrowing in confusion. “Mad at you?” He asked, slightly insulted at your question. “Baby, why would I be mad at you? We’re going to be parents! This is good, right?”

He tugged on your hands, his words calming your racing heart more than he would ever know. “R-right,” you nodded, raising a brow in surprise. “I just thought you wouldn’t want me to have this baby. We haven’t been together for that long and this is a pretty permanent thing.”

Johnny shook his head, pulling you into a hug. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his chin pressing against the top of your head. “Of course I want you to have this baby. I want you to have our baby,” he continued to assure you, providing you with the comfort you desperately needed. “Yeah, we’ve been together for seven months, but I think I’ve made the way I feel about you pretty clear, haven’t I?”

You nodded against his chest, your fingers twisting his shirt. “Yeah,”

Johnny pulled away, keeping his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes. “I love you and I’m so excited to do this with you, I promise. This kid is going to have the best parents ever,” you laugh tearfully at his words, pressing the heel of your hand against your eyes to stop the tears from falling.

“I haven’t even told Bam yet,” you whisper, looking back up at Johnny while wiping your hand on your sweatpants. “He’s going to kill me.”

Johnny waved off your words, taking your hand in his. “He’ll have to deal with me first,” he said, giving you his signature smile. “Move in with me.”

The sudden change of subject caught you off guard and you let out a small, surprised laugh. “What?”

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged, leaning back on the couch. “Been wanting to ask you for a while now, I think this is a pretty good time, no?”

You grinned up at him, snuggling into his side. “Yeah,” you hum in agreement. “I think now is the perfect time.”

“I can’t believe you’re moving in with him,” Bam muttered as he grabbed yet another box from the car.

You roll your eyes as you tug your suitcase behind you. “Are you going to say that with every trip into the house?” You ask as you both enter Johnny’s house. “You would think that it has been processed completely in your head by now.”

He eyed you, his brows pressing together in a way that showed you how much he didn’t care for your words. He looked at your outfit and further furrowed his brows. “What’s with the sweater? It’s hot as fuck outside.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your shirt. It was one of Johnny’s as his clothes were much bigger on you and covered your growing bump quite well. You should’ve known that Bam would’ve pointed it out sooner or later. “I was cold earlier and haven’t taken it off yet,” that sounded like a decent lie, right?

Bam just shook his head. He turned left and entered the living room, putting the box down near the couch as he watched Johnny silently struggle with building the dresser he bought for you. Oddly enough, he never bought one for himself since he moved into this house. Instead, he just kept his hundreds of t-shirts and jeans in his closet. “Hey, Bam,” Johnny said as he held onto the piece of wood tightly, trying to come off as if he wasn’t severely struggling. “Feel like helping me out?”

You hold back a laugh as you lean the suitcase up against the wall. “Yeah, sure,” Bam mumbled as he made his way over to his friend. “You got the rest of the boxes?” He asked, glancing behind him and meeting your eyes.

“Yeah, I got ‘em,” you say as you lean against the doorframe. You watched for a bit as Bam seemed to drop his grumpy look and actually started to give Johnny a chance, something that made your heart leap in happiness.

Before they could catch you staring, you turned back around and grabbed the rest of the boxes and bags.

Months have gone by since you moved in with Johnny, and today you had the house to yourself. He went out to pick up some stuff to renovate the spare room and make it suitable for the baby and you decided to stay back and clean out the room. You were trying to help out as much as you could, but you were nearing your sixth month, and things were getting harder and harder to do by yourself.

Dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats, you were halfway down the stairs when the front door opened. It was in clear view from your spot on the stairs, but before you could call out to your boyfriend, the person who opened the door had any and all words becoming caught in your throat.

“Bam..”

He closed the door behind him, not looking up from his phone as he typed out what you could only assume to be a text. Once it was sent, he tucked the phone in his pocket before finally looking up at your frozen figure on the stairs. “Hey, is Knoxville home? We need to go over some stunts for the new movie-” he cuts himself off when he notices your round belly. “What the fuck.”

There was, quite literally, nothing you could do to hide the fact that you were pregnant and had been for the last five months. So, you say the only thing you could think of, “Jesus, Bam, don’t you know how to knock?”

He stepped closer once you resumed your walk down the stairs. “You’re pregnant?”

You inhale sharply, guilt seeping into you when you knew you’d have to tell him that you lied to him at the hospital. “Yes,”

“What the fuck, Y/n? How long? When did this even happen?” He was shooting out one question after the other and it made your head spin.

“A while, Bam,” you trailed off, scratching your neck. “I’ve been pregnant for a while.”

He glared at you. “How long is a while?”

Deciding to just get it over with, you huff out a breath and stand a bit straighter. “Five months,”

His eyes widened even more. “Five months? When the fuck did you even find out?”

“Like three months ago…with… you,”

Bam gave you a confused look, shaking his head slightly. “With me?” Then it clicked. “I took you to the hospital and you told me it was the flu. You lied to me?”

At your silence, Bam got his answer.

“Why would you lie to me?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this,” you mutter, taking your brother by surprise. “You never accepted my relationship with Johnny. Never even gave it a chance. How was I supposed to tell you when I was terrified you’d never talk to me again?”

“What were you expecting, Y/n?” The way he said your name felt like a stab directly to your heart. He sounded as if he was beyond disappointed, and if you were being honest, you didn’t blame him one bit. “What, four months from now when you have the fucking thing - were you planning on hiding it from me then, too? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was scared,” your voice was barely a whisper at this point.

“That doesn’t matter, I could’ve- I-” his hand came up to tug on his hair. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me for three months. I don’t even know who you are right now.”

His words brought out a whimper from you and you reached out to him. He stepped away and turned around, opening the door and slamming it behind him.

You step back and sit down on one of the steps, trying to calm your breathing down as you feel the hot sting of tears form in your eyes.

An hour passes by before you hear the front door open once again. Still sitting on the second stair from the bottom, you look up with teary eyes and meet Johnny’s. He had a smile on his face that faded as soon as he saw the tear streaks on your face.

He dropped the bag on the floor next to the still open door and moved quickly to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

You blinked back more tears as you held onto his shirt tightly. “Bam came over today,” you begin and already Johnny felt like he knew where this was going. “He knows, Johnny. He saw me.” You pressed a hand to your belly and Johnny watched as you held back a sob.

He tugged you closer to him. “What did he say?”

“He doesn’t know who I am anymore,” you whispered. “He’s so mad at me, Johnny, he’s so disappointed. I lied to him.”

Johnny shook his head. “Probably because you knew he’d act like this,” he muttered, more to himself but you still heard him.

“I feel so bad. This should be something I share with my brother,” you whimpered. “Now he wants nothing to do with me.”

“You don’t know that, right?” He asked and you just shrugged. “And if it means anything, the guys are so happy for us. Steveo says he’s going to be the best uncle to our kid, he can’t wait to meet him or her. You’ve got a whole team behind you. Bam will come around eventually.”

“But I lied to him,” you point out.

“And he’ll get over it,” Johnny assured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

His words, like always, provide you with comfort and you nod, moving so you are sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

Days go by, and Bam has successfully ignored every single one of your calls. You hadn’t spoken to him since he found out about your pregnancy, and not being in contact with your brother was slowly driving you insane.

You wanted him to be a part of this chapter in your life as you knew he’d be a great uncle, but how could you fix your relationship with him when he was constantly dodging your calls?

Today was the sixth month mark, or so they say, and you were scheduled for a checkup. Johnny grabbed the keys from off the table beside the door and placed his hand on the small of your back. As soon as the door was opened, you were met with the sight of your brother.

He was about to knock, seeming to have learned his lesson from last time, and dropped his hand when he saw the two of you. “Hi,” was all he said.

“Hey, Bam,” Johnny answered for the both of you.

Bam noticed both your attires and asked, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Um, just a checkup.”

Your brother nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “That’s… good,”

Furrowing your brows, you refrained from reaching out and hugging the guy you missed more than you care to admit. “Bam, I’m sorry,” you settle on saying instead. “I shouldn’t have lied to you and kept this from you for so long. Can you forgive me?”

Bam avoided eye contact with Johnny as he slowly nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean what I said, I was just pissed off,”

At the rare apology, you smile and discreetly wipe away a single tear that managed to fall. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” you say and step forward, wrapping your arms around him. Surprisingly, he returned the hug with nearly as much desperation. He meets Johnny’s eye and gives him a small nod. “You should come with us, if you want.” You offer once you pull away.

Bam nodded. “Sure, okay,” he answered. He stepped away and watched as Johnny helped you down the few steps that led to the walkway. “You guys are good together. This kid’s gonna have some pretty cool parents.”

The words of his approval made you tear up again and you glance at Johnny, who looked shocked as well. “Thanks, Bam,” he once again answered for the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “They’re going to have a pretty cool uncle, too.”

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olivia091108 · 2 months

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HEYY gal!! Love your stuff, could I req a fic where reader is the guitarist in H.I.M and is Bams celeb crush ( he’s still a celeb ofc ) buttt hope Yk what I mean!! 😭🫶

Yesss I’ve been listening to H.I.M and I’m really excited to write this hope it’s good

Guitar strings and romantic strings

Summary: filming HIMs new mv

Pairing: bam margera x reader

Word count: 1.6k

We are filming our new music video buried alive by love today and I had to get up at the ass crack of dawn to meet everyone at some mansion in la so my manager got me on a plane as soon as saying that the others were already there. I hate filming music videos because it’s always some grouchy 60 year old who has never even heard of us before but this time bam margera is actually directing the whole thing.

I’ve met him a few times with the rest of the band but he didn’t really take a liking to me he just wanted to talk to the boys. It kinda annoyed me cos I thought he seemed pretty cool and wanted to get to know him. I’m gonna make it my goal that by the time he’s going back to the states I’ve had at least 1 good conversation with him.

A cab picks me up from the airport and it doesn’t take too long to get to the set. Once I’ve paid the driver I’m quickly rushed in by random people telling me that I need to be quick and some girls come over with an outfit telling me to change. They’ve given me a black mini skirt wich is very mini and a black zip up top that shows of my tits.

I quickly walk over to where the band is greeting them quick. Then I walk over to bam ready to strike up a conversation.

“Hey bam I haven’t seen you in ages how are you?” He stares at me for a sec and I thought he was just going to ignore me but he nods his head

“Yeah Umm Im good” he quickly says before going over to frantz.I turn in my heal and go see what ville is up to. We are taking for a while before bam tells us to play the song the whole way through so I grab my guitar and wait for Jukka to count me in.

Once we finish playing Juliet Lewis arrives since she's going to be the girl playing billed love interest in the music video I was excited to see her I loved her stuff.

Once she had introduced herself to everyone and Joe was setting up the shots and lenses whatnot me and Juliet started talking and we hit it off we have a lot in common and honestly it was nice for the both of us to have another girl around.

but soon she had to film so I walked over to Joe and bam and started to watch what was happening I stood behind bam leaning on the back of the chair and would glance over at him every few seconds. I wanted to talk to him but I didn't know what about so I said the first think that came to my head.

“What colour would you be?” As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it.

Uhhhm I don’t know what you mean he says before turning away from me

“Like yk if you were a coulour what one would you be for instance I’d love to be like a magentary purple but I hate to say I think I’d be like a greeny blue but not the nice turquoise more like a dull boring one” I started to rant by accident and bam just kinda stared.

It was awkward for a sec of me waiting for his answer and if I’m honest he looked bored but thank god Joe was there. “I’d be orange I think”

“Omg yess you so would like a nice tangerine kind” I say getting excited which we both laughed at and I can see bams lip curl up almost like a smile.

“Your’e turn bam” i say putting my attention on him again. I don’t know yellow?

Nooo no definitely not you would be like either a nice navy blue but like lighter by a smidge you are like a nice purple like when I say purple the one You think of but more punk.

“Oh yeah” Joe chimes in before focusing on the camera making sure to follow ville and just like that conversation done and he only said like 10 words maybe I think I’m just gonna give into the fact that not everyone has to like me.

“Cut”bam yells and ville and Juliet walk over listening to what will happen in the next bit before Juliet comes over to me. “What’s got you in a sour mood?”

“Bam doesn’t like me” I say sulking like a little girl with my head in my palms. “Are you crazy of course he does”

“No he doesn’t eveytime I even try to talk to him he just isn’t interested and just shut me down straight away and he can barely even look at me” and do you know what I hear from me telling her my struggles

Laughing

She’s laughing.

I giggle and push her “it’s not funny I’m serious”she’s hysterical now and trying to get a sentence out

“Y/n I love you but your’e really dumb” i look at her confused not knowing what she meant. “He likes you”

“No I just told you he can’t stand me”

“Y/n listen he has a crush on you it’s obvious he can’t look at you and I hear him stutter and fumble his words kudus he would probably implode if you even touch him” I think about what she’s saying but I can’t wrap my head around it

“Nah there’s no way”

“Ok yk what go over there and tell him his hair is messed up and quickly fix it for him and then you will believe me.”

Ok I will I get up and walk over to bam and ville sitting in their chairs pretending to listen to their conversation for a sec before looking towards bam and interrupting ville.” Sorry your hair is kinda crazy” I lean up and mess with it a bit not even realising his face is practically in my boobs. But I rake my acrylic nails through it and ruffle it softly before removing my hands and seeing his face the same colour as my guitar.

I then smile to myself and restrain myself from running to Juliet. Once I get to her I smile and admit she was right followed by an expected “I told you”

“What do I do? Do I ask him out? Wait I don’t even know if I like hi-“

“Oh please cmon y/n of course you do you wouldn’t want him to like you that much if you didn’t. I blush at her words realising she’s right.”

“Please help me” I put my hands together and beg her batting my eyelashes at her. “Alright we’re going to the bar later and you are gonna ask him out their simple”

The rest of the day I am just thinking about bam and how I was so oblivious about his feelings and mine. Want a drink? I snap my head up so fast I heard a crack in my neck I look to see bam standing infront of me waiting for an answer. “Oh um just some water please”

Once the days over we all walk to a bar down the road and straight away get a round in of beers. Im embarrassed to say I’m a huge leightweight so after 2 rounds I’m on the brink of drunk and when I’m drunk I am very touchy so I’ve heard.

Remembering what Juliet told me to do I stumble over to bam allay knocking a table of drinks over but once I reach him I use him to balance myself by wrapping my arms round his neck and staring up at him.

I couldn’t see his eyes as he was wearing his blacked out sunglasses so I reach up and lift them to rest on his hair. I mumble out “I like your eyes I couldn’t see them” and smile to myself

Whoever bam was talking to before had left after my sudden intrusion but I didn’t even realise. “Yknow I’m not meant to be telling you this but” I start giggling at what I’m about to say and whisper in his ear “ I have a crush on you”

He smirks and looks down and says a teasing “really” I nod up at him basically leaning my whole body weight in him and subconsciously scratching at his curls “and I know you like me back so are you going to do anything about it” I ask smugly

He rests both his hands at the undersides of my jaw rubbing small circles making me tigglish and giggling before he pulls my face towards his and I feel his soft lips against mine and I kiss him back and bring him closer and deepen the kiss forgetting we’re surrounded by all our friends and not even aware of Joe filming us but even if I had I wouldn’t of cared as long as I was still kissing bam.

He pulls away with his eyes dilated looking like he took the best drugs in his life before smiling and kissing me again this time letting his hand wander to my bum and giving it a firm squeeze and rubbing it almost causing my skirt to lift.

This time I pull away and take his hand and shout way too loudly a good bye and waving towards Juliet and holding up me and bamd held hands excitedly befire running up the bar stairs and feeling bam hold my skirt down making me not false anybody and asked the first person I saw

“where’s the closest hotel?”

I hope this is ok sorry it took so long

Gonna be honest I thought this was posted like a week ago and I was thinking I haven’t got any notifications or anything and I check and I realise it hadn’t even been posted so sorry about that

Taking requests

Might do a Johnny one soon

-liv

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babybammargera · 1 year

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Home sweet home

Fluffy Bam x reader

You had been out of town for a few weeks meaning you'd been away from your boyfriend and friends, sure they're chaotic but God did you miss them the entire time away. You called April about an hour ago to tell her you were almost home and apparently that message got to the boys. You pull into Bams driveway and Bam Dico Ryan and Raab practically stampede of the house before you even put the car in park and as soon as you get out of the car you're suffocated in hugs from all of them. "Have you been skating? You guys reek but I missed you so I'll deal with it." You eventually squeeze out of the group hug only to throw your arms around Bam glad to finally be back home to your favorite idiot, "I missed you so much Bammy." You kiss his cheek and he grabs your chin pulling your face to his kissing you on the lips, "I haven't seen you in forever I wanted a real kiss." You roll your eyes, "how did you survive without me." Bam grabs your bags and everyone files back into the house. Dico answers your question sitting down at the counter, "He whined and texted you the whole time." He wasn't wrong, if you weren't on a call with Bam he was texting you the whole trip because he missed you. "Awww Bam Bam" He rolls his eyes and yells for his mom, so she can say hi to you before he steals you away from everyone so he can have all your attention. You hug his mom and she tells you she's making your favorite dinner. "Sounds good Ape. I'm happy to be home." As soon as your conversation with April is over you're dragged to the livingroom where Bam insists on cuddling and watching a movie to make up for the movie nights you missed while away from home. And by cuddling and a movie I mean you laying practically on top of Bam exhausted and trying not to fall asleep while he tells you what you missed while you were gone. Key word trying, you take a small nap as your boyfriend and his friends ramble on until dinner, only for them to continue excitedly telling you stories all throughout the meal which makes you even happier to be home. Later Bam runs you a bath so you can relax before bed and after the long hot bath you pull on one of his shirts and pj pants and climb into bed to enjoy your boyfriends cuddles, "you know the guys are gonna complain that I stole you away right after dinner and they didn't get to hang with you." You shrug and snuggle closer to him thankful to be back home in bed with the tattooed boy you love, "I know but Im exhausted and I wanna just have a few hours with you after being gone. They'll get their turn to annoy me tomorrow but right now I need some Bammy time ya know." He smiles and kisses you softly, "I love you idiot." You roll your eyes at him and kiss him back, "I love you too stink boy now let's get some sleep."

#jackass #cky #viva la bam #bam margera #brandon margera #ryan dunn #bam margera x reader #bam margera imagine #bam margera imagines #bam margera brainrot #bam #bammywrites

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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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.

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knoxvillesjackass · 1 year

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tied down - b.m

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛

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I rose from my bed as the knocks on my hotel door eventually woke me up from my deep slumber. I looked beside me on the bed. No Bam. Of course not.

The knocks on the door grew louder, and a desperate voice called my name from outside.

What the fuck?

I managed to get on my feet despite my eyes being entirely closed still. My balance was off and my movements were slow, but finally, I reached the door.

“What?” I asked grumpily as the knocking finally stopped, and I stood faced with a panicked Jeff Tremaine.

“It’s Bam! He won’t calm down, we’ve had to chain him to the toilet!”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” I asked confused, rubbing my temple.

“Aren’t you hearing me? He threw a fucking TV out of the window and he threw the bloody table into the pool!” Jeff, who'd seen a lot of bullshit, exclaimed panicked.

"They're threatening to throw us out of the hotel!"

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I moaned before getting a pair of shoes and exiting my hotel room to look for Bam.

When Jeff and I finally reached Ryan's room, I saw a crowd outside of the room. My breath hitched. What were they all looking at?

I entered the room, which looked as if a tornado had torn it apart. I was led to the bathroom, where I finally saw it. Bam, tied up to the toilet with a pair of handcuffs. He was slumped over, but very much awake.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU FUCKERS!”

“ALL OF YOU ARE FIRED IF YOU DON’T LET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING CUFFS RIGHT NOW!”

Bam was sitting on the floor, yelling and moaning. He hadn't discovered my presence.

“You seriously couldn’t handle this on your own?” I asked in disbelief, looking at the crowd of grown men around me. “He was crying for you,” Jeff shrugged “Besides, he’s already punched one crew member. Chipped off the guy's fucking tooth,” He added. I sighed at the information, embarrassed by my boyfriend's behaviour.

“Fucking Jackass,” Jeff grumbled at Bam before exiting the room along with all of the crew members, but before he left, he gave me the key to the handcuffs, trusting that I'd make the right decision.

“Bam?” I spoke softly, knowing that I had to approach the situation carefully. I inspected Bam. His hands were chained, making it unable for him to stand up. He lifted his head, and his eyes lit up as soon as he laid eyes on me.

“Y/N!” Bam exclaimed like a little child, attempting to reach out his hands, for a moment forgetting that they were cuffed to a toilet. He groaned at the restraints and looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Y/N, baby, come over here and get me out of these cuffs, okay?” Bam said, motioning for me to move closer.

“Not until you calm down, Bam,” I spoke as I watched Bam's face immediately turn sour as he gave me a frustrated look.

“GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” Bam roared scarily as he tried to yank his hands out of the handcuffs. He was a strong man, but the cuffs were no match for him.

I slowly walked towards him, standing in front of him. I bent down, holding his cherub face in my hands. He looked up at me with an open mouth, his blood-shot eyes staring into mine deeply.

“What am I going to do with, Brandon?” I asked, smirking as I bent down to kiss him, but pulled away just before my lips connected with his. Bam frowned at the loss of my touch as I pulled away from him. I sat down in front of him, looking into his eyes.

“Please, just get me out of these fucking cuffs,” Bam sighed tiredly. I hesitated, but reached over and unlocked the cuffs.

Bam rubbed his wrists, resting his head against the wall with closed eyes. I felt sorry for the man who secretly struggled. His emotions were always so covered with that beautiful, infectious smile, but I knew him better than Bam knew himself, and I wanted nothing more than to heal him.

I scooted over to Bam and sat between his legs, cuddling up against his chest. The bathroom tiles were cold and harsh against my bare legs, but Bam's warm grip seemed to warm me up from the inside out.

“I fucking love you,” Bam whispered into my ear, hugging me tighter.

“I fucking love you too.”

#bambam #bambam imagines #jackass smut #jackass x reader #jackass imagine #jackass #johnny knoxville #dave england #ehren danger #ryan dunn #wee man #pontius #chris pontius #preston lacy #chris pontius imagines #poopies #bam margera imagine

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welcometojackass2022 · 2 years

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

Thank you to the anonymous requester! I love writing fics for sub Bam :)

Description: Bam’s been a total brat all day, and he thinks he can get away with it just because his friends are around. Little does he know, you have no problem with using him in front of said friends.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sub Boy/Dom Girl, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism (you fuck Bam in front of the guys and they actively watch and participate), Degradation/Humiliation and Praise, light elements of BDSM, Edging

Note: I haven’t included Johnny, Ryan, Steve-O, or Chris in the title cuz they never actually do anything sexual with you and Bam, but Johnny and Ryan are both super involved in watching you and Bam fuck, giving orders to Bam and making comments and stuff like that, and they’re both obviously turned on during the whole thing.

“He’s lucky he’s so pretty, cuz otherwise I would have strangled him by now.” You crossed your arms and sank down on the couch, glowering at Bam from across the room. He was standing off in the far corner, talking to Steve-O and Ryan; you weren’t sure what the conversation was about, but Bam had just whipped out his tiny dick and said something about piercings, which was very concerning, to say the least. Chris and Johnny, who were sitting on either side of you on the sofa and chowing down on the pizza you’d ordered, simply grinned and shook their heads, Johnny taking a massive bite of his pizza slice and patting your shoulder sympathetically. “That’s how he makes everyone feel, sugar, don’t worry about it too much. Looking pretty and being a little bitch is his speciality.” You snickered, reaching over to steal a pepperoni from his slice. “Good point.”

Whipping his own dick out and loudly discussing the idea of getting it pierced wasn’t exactly bad behavior in and of itself, but considering all of the other things Bam had done throughout the evening, it certainly wasn’t something Bam had done with innocent intentions. The whole time that the four other boys had been over (roughly six hours, give or take), Bam had intentionally been pushing your buttons in the kind of subtle way that only he knew how to do. The clothes he’d chosen to wear were revealing in a way that only you would notice—his shirt was too tight and about an inch too short, and his jeans were baggy and low-waisted and barely stayed up, so his tummy, hips, and v-line were constantly exposed every time he lifted his arms. Every time you looked over at him, he’d make eye contact, lift his arms up to show off everything, and rub his hands over his lower belly as if he was gonna touch himself right there in front of everyone.

He only did it when the rest of the guys were distracted (this wasn’t difficult considering that they were all drunk and riled up and kept on interrupting each other to tell random stories about nasty stuff they’d done as teenagers), and every time he did it, your eyes would darken warningly and he’d flash you a shit-eating grin and turn back to his friends. The fact that his friends were in the room had him convinced that he was untouchable—he could be as bratty and teasing as he wanted and you wouldn’t do a single thing about it since there were other people in the room. Clever little bastard. You took another pepperoni from Johnny’s plate, watching Bam and the boys laugh over some story about how Steve-O had puked on a girl while eating her out, and then Bam looked over at you again, pulling his shirt up to show off his body again. You glared, and he flipped you off with a smirk. He was getting more bold—the guys had definitely seen him do it this time. Johnny snorted with laughter from beside you, and you frowned.

“I’m gonna kick his ass.” Johnny laughed, taking a sip from his red solo cup. “Uh oh, trouble in paradise. I’m amazed he’s able to get away with all that, don’t you boss him around on a regular basis? I thought he was your bitch.” The guys all knew about you and Bam’s interesting dynamic; Bam was shameless about what he liked during sex, and you had no problem with them knowing that you were in charge. The only issue was that they didn’t really seem to get that Bam wasn’t the type to immediately do what you wanted him to. Obedient Bam was a rare occurrence; for the most part, Bam was a brat, and your job was to put him in his place. “He’s being a fucking brat right now cuz he thinks I won’t be able to do anything about it as long as you guys are here. As far as he’s concerned, I can’t punish him while he’s got friends over.” Johnny raised his eyebrows and grinned. “I never would have expected you of all people to be stopped by something like that.”

You furrowed your brows. “What does that mean?” Johnny shrugged. “I’m just saying, you and him already tell all of us the nasty details of what the two of you do, so it’s kind of like we’ve already seen you guys fuck before. It wouldn’t be all that crazy for you guys to take it a step further and actually do stuff in front of us.” You stared at him, registering what he was implying. “You think I should just punish him in front of all of you right now instead of waiting until you guys leave?” Chris spoke up from the other side of you, still chowing down on pizza. “You could wait for us to leave first, but then isn’t Bam kind of getting his way? If you let him keep acting like that in front of everyone, he wins.” Your eyes widened, and you shook your head. “Fuck, you’re right. I don’t know though, we haven’t really tried doing anything in front of other people yet. I can’t guarantee he’d be okay with it.” Johnny grinned. “Get him alone in the kitchen and tell him if he keeps going with this, you’ll fuck him right here in front of us.”

You contemplated the idea. It sounded kind of fun, using Bam in front of his friends. It would be pretty humiliating for Bam, but that would just get him off even more. You nodded, standing up from the couch. “I’ll go do that. Wait here.” Chris was too engrossed in his pizza to answer, but Johnny just leaned back in anticipation. “I won’t move an inch.” You walked towards the kitchen, making eye contact with Bam and motioning for him to follow you. He excused himself from the group and followed you to the kitchen, and you casually opened the fridge to look for a drink. Bam walked up behind you, purposefully rubbing his barely-covered lower body against you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you quickly turned around, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to look at you. “Don’t cuddle up to me, you little brat. You think I can’t tell what you’re doing?” Bam tried to play coy, starting to protest that he wasn’t doing anything.

“I’m just trying to hug my girlfriend in our kitchen, what’s wrong with that?” You shot him a look. “I meant you flashing me your crotch. You never wear shirts this short, I know what you’re doing. I know you think you won’t get punished just because your friends are here, but I’m warning you, Bam, keep acting like a brat and I will put you in your place, even if I have to do it in front of your friends.” Bam’s eyes widened, and you could have sworn his cheeks started to go red, but he quickly turned his head away and tried to act unbothered. “You wouldn’t.” You smiled coolly. “I would, and I will. Keep pushing me.” You turned and walked out of the kitchen, going to sit back down on the couch with Johnny and Chris. Johnny smiled. “I’m guessing that went well?” You smirked. “I told him what I’ll do if he keeps pushing it, so we’ll see what he does now.” He took a sip from his cup and shook his head, his grin widening. “I’m excited to witness this.”

Bam slowly made his way back into the room from the kitchen, his face still slightly red as he rejoined the conversation with Ryan and Steve-O, who were to drunk to have even noticed he’d left. Steve-O was now telling a long, dramatic story about a time where he’d tried to use an empty chip bag as a condom, which Bam pretended to be invested in as he occasionally looked over at you with an unreadable look in his eyes. It was hard to be sure, but it seemed like he was trying to decide if it was worth it to keep up his bad behavior. You knew Bam had always loved the idea of his close friends watching you and him have sex, but the fact that the two of you had never even so much as attempted to do anything sexual in front of other people before was sure to make him nervous about trying it now. You stared back at him, raising your eyebrows just slightly as you waited to see what he would do.

He stared back for a moment, and then a defiant look crossed his face and he smirked evilly as he reached down and grabbed his crotch, right there in front of everyone, still making full eye contact with you. Your eyes widened, and you shook your head at him warningly, but he merely grinned even wider and did it again, flipping you off as he turned back to the conversation with Ryan and Steve-O. You turned to look at Johnny, absolutely fuming, and he chuckled. “Maybe I should go pop some popcorn before the big show starts.” You wordlessly got up from the couch, and Johnny whistled. “Never mind, show’s already starting”. You strode across the room towards Bam, who looked a lot more nervous than before when he realized you were heading towards him. You fixed your hand around his wrist and pulled him away from the boys, flashing him a deadly look as you pushed him against the wall and whispered.

“What did I just say? I told you I’d put you in your place right here in front of everyone if you pulled that shit again.” Bam shrugged, obviously in the mood to get a rise out of you. “Do it, then.” You raised your eyebrows. “Alright, if you say so.” You pulled him away from the wall, shoving him down to his knees in front of you and tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging on it to force him to look up at you. Steve-O and Ryan, who’d still been talking through all of this, suddenly noticed what was going on and were watching with confused looks; Johnny was grinning wildly, and Chris just took another bite of his pizza and leaned back on the couch. You glanced up and apologetically shrugged. “Sorry to interrupt your conversation, boys, but Bam needs to be taught a little lesson. Feel free to leave.” Ryan snorted with laughter, taking a sip from his beer can. “Leave? I wanna see this.” Bam stared up at you in shock, clearly having believed that you were bluffing about this.

You smiled down at him. “What’s the matter? You didn’t think I was kidding, did you? You’ve been a bad boy, Bam, I’m not gonna let that slide.” You lowered your voice a bit, softening your gaze just long enough to ask him to repeat the safe word, just to remind him that this was optional. He quietly said it back, not bothering to use it, and you proceeded. “Alright, let’s put that whiny little mouth to good use.” You reached under your skirt and carefully pulled your panties down, kicking them aside and lifting up the hem of your skirt as you pushed Bam’s head forward. He obediently shoved his head under your skirt, moving his hands up to wrap around your legs for balance as he pressed his lips against your pussy. The room had gone deadly silent; the boys were all fixated on the sight of Bam with his head under your skirt and his hands squeezing at your thighs. You hiked your skirt up higher and pulled the hem up just enough so that the boys could get a good view.

Bam looked up at you vulnerably, tongue darting out as he lapped at your entrance, swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit. Your grip on his hair tightened and you gently pushed his head closer to your pussy, signaling for him to pick up the pace a bit. He obediently pushed his tongue inside you, licking a line up your wet folds as his fingers rubbed circles over your thighs. “There we go, just like that. You’re so pretty when you’re not mouthing off to me like a little brat, Bam, I should have you do this more often.” Bam’s cheeks went red, his eyes closed in concentration as he licked eagerly at your dripping pussy, and you turned your attention to your captivated audience. “Don’t be afraid to make requests, boys, I’m open to new ideas.” Chris, Ryan and Steve-O couldn’t seem to tear their eyes away from the scene long enough to respond, but Johnny grinned and leaned forward. “You should sit on his face, sugar.”

You smirked, glancing down to see Bam’s eyes light up eagerly. He liked having his face sat on, even if he’d never say it out loud. “That’s a very good idea, thank you Johnny. Lay on your back, Bam, I’m sure you can handle breathing through your nose for a few minutes.” Bam quickly laid on his back on the floor, his hard cock prominently showing through his tight jeans; on any other occasion, you would have given it some attention, but given the circumstances, it seemed more appropriate to ignore it for now. You gently kneeled over his face, your bare pussy barely an inch from his waiting lips as you pressed your thighs against either side of his head. Bam stared up at you in anticipation, waiting for you to move down enough for him to taste you, and you smiled as you lowered your pussy down so that it was pressed against his lips. Bam immediately opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around your pussy and licking and sucking at your vulva.

You pushed your hips all the way down so that his mouth was stuffed with your pussy, and you pulled your skirt up again so the boys in the room could get a good view. Johnny was still watching just as unashamed as he’d been the whole time, and Ryan had moved a few feet closer to get a better look, but Steve-O looked like he wasn’t sure whether to move forward or not and Chris was still firmly sunk down into the couch with his slice of pizza in hand. Bam’s mouth was smushed up against your pussy, his tongue eagerly licking at your clit as he tried desperately to get you to push your pussy down even harder against his face. You grinned. “I’ve never seen someone be so addicted to eating pussy, you’ve definitely got that going for you, Bam.” Johnny got up from the couch and walked over, tilting his head as he watched Bam lap at your pussy like a starved man. “Wow, he really likes that, doesn’t he?”

You smiled proudly, leaning down to stroke Bam’s hair. “He sure does. He’s cum in his pants a few times just from doing this, you know.” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “Really? Damn, Bam, that’s a little freaky even for you.” He glanced over at Bam’s lower half, and his grin widened. “Maybe he’ll cum in his pants again, he’s hard as a fuckin’ rock right now.” You looked over your shoulder and sure enough, Bam’s cock was straining against his jeans hard enough that his zipper had started to come undone. You faked a look of pity, leaning back to rub your hand over the bulge. Bam moaned softly against your clit, his hips bucking up against your touch, and you clicked your tongue. “Poor baby, your tiny little cock looks like it’s gonna burst out of those jeans. Want to take them off?” Bam nodded eagerly, his tongue still swirling over your clit, and you pulled off of him, causing him to whine loudly in protest.

“Baby, I wasn’t done–” You shushed him, getting up from his face and kneeling down to work on getting his jeans off. You rubbed your hand over the bulge again, grinning as a high-pitched moan left Bam’s mouth, and then gently pulled the zipper the rest of the way down, unbuttoning the button and moving to pull the jeans down Bam’s legs. He lifted his ass up to help you get them off, and you looked down to see a small wet spot on Bam’s boxers. Johnny laughed. “I knew he’d already busted a load.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Johnny, his loads are bigger than that. He’s definitely excited, though.” You pulled the boxers off, eyes widening when Bam’s red, painfully hard erection slapped against his belly. “Holy fuck, Bam, you’re hard. Usually it takes at least an hour of edging to get you like this, maybe I should have your friends watch more often.” Bam didn’t respond, bucking his hips up to goad you into touching him again.

You wrapped your hand around his cock, giving it a firm pump to feel how hard it was, and Bam gasped like he was about to cum already, so you quickly released your grip. By this point, Ryan had gotten over his shyness and was standing next to Johnny, taking sips from his beer can as he watched the scene with interest. Steve-O and Chris still hadn’t moved, and you looked up at them with an understanding look. “I told you boys you’re allowed to go, you know. You don’t have to sit and watch if you don’t want to.” Steve-O nodded gratefully and made a beeline for the door. “Sorry, this is pretty hot but I don’t want to get a boner cuz then I’ll have to either jerk off in front of all of you or jerk it in the bathroom like a teenager.” You laughed as you watched him go, and then glanced at Chris. “And you?” Chris smiled and held up his slice of pizza. “I’ll just watch from here, I wanna see where this goes.”

You turned your attention back to Bam, helping him pull his shirt off so he was totally naked, and you rubbed your hands over his bare chest as you deliberated what to do next. Your fingers lightly traced over Bam’s nipples, and he shivered. “Hmm, what should I do with you now? I don’t want to fuck you just yet, you’ll blow your load way too quickly.” You glanced back at the boys. “Any ideas? Ryan?” Ryan looked up in thought and took another sip from his beer. “You said something about edging him earlier, you should do that.” Johnny laughed. “There’s no way his dick could get any harder or redder than it is right now.” You smirked. “Guess we’ll find out.” You leaned over and gently kissed Bam on the lips, pushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. “How does that sound, baby? You want me to edge you in front of Johnny and Ryan?” Bam nodded eagerly, bucking his hips up again frantically.

“Good boy. Here, you start.” You grabbed his hand and guided it to his cock, signaling for him to jerk himself off, which he obediently did, rubbing his thumb over his tip and loosely moving his hand over his shaft, moaning softly under his breath at the pleasure. You sat back to watch, smiling fondly as you watched him touch himself. Bam swiped his hand over the head of his cock, lubing his cock up with the precum that was leaking from his tip; he gradually increased his pace, his hand sliding slickly over his shaft as his belly jerked and his mouth fell open. “Yeah, there you go, jerk your cock just like that, baby. Use your free hand and rub your balls for me, just like that.” Bam obediently moved his left hand down to play with his balls, groaning loudly as his precum dripped down from his slit and slicked up his sack. He threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he mercilessly pumped his cock, already starting to near his orgasm.

“Slow down, baby, this isn’t a normal handjob. You better stop right before you cum or I’ll make sure you don’t get another orgasm for a week.” Bam nodded, slightly disappointed, and slowed his pace down to evenly-timed strokes; he rubbed his hand over the head a few more times, his breathing getting heavier as he got closer and closer to cumming, and then, just as you’d asked, he stopped right on the edge of his orgasm, looking slightly drained as he released his cock and looked over to you for approval. You smiled, leaning over to push his hair off of his sweat-slicked forehead. “Good boy, that was once. I think we can go two more times, what do you say?” Bam nodded, looking less than enthused at the prospect of having to ruin his own orgasm two more times, and you gave him a knowing look. “Want me to do it this time?” He perked up, nodding eagerly. “Beg me like a good boy, Bam.”

He side-eyed Johnny and Ryan, who were still watching intently, and you grinned. “Aw, are you embarrassed to beg in front of your friends? Come on, Bam, beg or I’ll make you edge yourself another ten times and I won’t help you at all.” Bam gave you a puppy dog look, trying to soften you up, but you didn’t budge, and eventually he sighed dramatically and sat up, grabbing your hand and moving it towards his crotch as he stared pleadingly into your eyes. “Please touch my cock, (Y/n), I need it so bad, it hurts so much it feels like my cock’s gonna explode, please jerk me off.” You smiled. “That’s more like it. Lay back down and let me take care of you, baby.” Bam laid down on his back again, staring up at you eagerly as he absentmindedly stroked his finger over the length of his cock from where it laid against his belly. You gently moved his hand away, rubbing one of your palms over his chest and tummy as your other hand firmly gripped his shaft.

Bam relaxed, clearly expecting the slow, sensual type of handjob he usually received from you, but you’d already decided it would be more fun to go for the kind of fast, rough handjob that would bring him to the brink of orgasm much faster. You gently teased the tip of his cock with your finger, swiping up the bead of precum that leaked from the tip and licking it off your fingertip; Bam moaned, bucking his hips up lightly, and you wrapped your fingers around the base and slowly pumped it up and down, smiling when Bam leaned his head back against the floor in contentment and mumbled softly under his breath. “Fuck, that feels good.” You continued to jerk him off slowly, luring him into a false sense of security, and then you leaned over and spat on the head of his cock to lube it up, begging to gradually increase your pace as you pumped his cock. Johnny chuckled quietly from behind you, clearly having picked up on what you were doing.

Bam didn’t notice at first, still laying back against the floor as you started jerking him faster and faster, until you were jerking him as quickly as you could, at which point Bam’s head suddenly shot up, eyes wide as weak little moans left his mouth. “Fuck, (Y/n), slow down, I thought the point was for me to not cum.” You grinned. “Oh don’t worry, you’re not gonna cum. I’ll make sure of it.” Bam laid back down uneasily, his belly and hips jerking uncontrollably as you harshly pumped his shaft and massaged his sack with your free hand. Ryan crushed his empty can against his forehead and tossed it aside, looking slightly confused. “Wait, why are you going so fast if you don’t want him to cum?” You looked at him, not slowing down your pace in the slightest, and you smirked. “The faster I do it, the faster he gets close to cumming. The faster he gets close to cumming, the faster I can stop him from getting to cum.” Ryan’s eyes widened in understanding, and he nodded. “That’s evil as hell, but also pretty damn smart.”

You laughed. “Thanks, I try.” Johnny leaned over to get a better look as your hand rubbed over Bam’s achingly hard little cock, and he grinned. “I think he’s getting close.” You glanced over and sure enough, Bam’s eyes were closed, his mouth open just slightly as he bucked his hips up against your touch. He was starting to whimper, which was a telltale sign that he was close to cumming, and his cock was starting to twitch; you ran your thumb over the tip again repeatedly, watching Bam’s face for a sign he was about to cum, and when his mouth started to fall open, you abruptly covered the tip of his cock with your finger to stop him from cumming. Bam whined loudly, laying his head back against the floor as he caught his breath again, and you leaned down to kiss his inner thigh. “Aw, don’t be mad, baby, you’re almost done. Just one more time to go.”

Bam sighed. “Am I doing it this time or are you?” You grinned, exchanging a look with Johnny and Ryan as an idea came to your mind. “Actually, I was thinking maybe I could use something special for this last one.” Bam frowned. “Huh?” You patted his thigh and stood up. “Hold on, let me get something really quickly.” Bam looked like he really didn’t want to lay there naked on the floor with his friends standing over him, but he didn’t protest, and you ran off to your bedroom to open the drawer in your dresser devoted to you and Bam’s sex toys. You searched around for a moment, looking through the various toys, until your eyes landed on what you’d been looking for: your favorite vibrator. One of your favorite things to do with Bam was to use a vibrator on his cock; it always made him cum ten times faster.

You walked back out to the living room, where Johnny had started up a conversation with Bam (who was clearly too horny and uncomfortable to really pay attention). “I got it!” Everyone looked over to see what you were holding; Ryan looked confused again, Johnny looked pleased, and Bam looked straight up terrified; he knew the change of him cumming on accident was so much higher with the vibrator, and if he came on accident, he wouldn’t get to cum again for a week. It was very risky, even for the two of you. You sat back down beside him, brandishing the vibrator with a sly grin. “You look excited.” Bam eyed the toy with a nervous look. “Are you trying to make me lose?” You laughed, leaning over to hold his cock steady by the base as you held up the vibrator. “Relax, baby, I’ll stop it before you cum. I need you to really be on edge so that when I finally fuck you, you’ll cum so quickly it’ll be embarrassing for both of us.” Bam shot you a look. “You’re mean.”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips and smiled. “I know, baby. Here, let’s get this started.” You turned the vibrator on, grinning when Bam flinched at the buzzing sound, and Johnny let out a gleeful laugh from behind you. “Oh man, this I’ve gotta see.” Ryan still looked confused. “What the fuck are you gonna do with that?” You didn’t respond, gently pressing the tip of the vibrator against the head of Bam’s cock. Bam instantly jerked his hips forward, a loud, desperate moan leaving his lips as the vibrations touched his cock. You ran it up the length of his shaft, watching as beads of precum leaked from the tip, and he jerked his hips up again, his hands searching around the floor for something to grab on to. You held out your free hand, and he took it, squeezing it tightly as you rubbed circles over his shaft with the vibrator. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Johnny wasn’t laughing anymore, watching Bam’s reaction with a look of total astonishment. “Damn, he’s almost speechless.” Ryan folded his arms, watching the whole situation with a totally bewildered expression. “I can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone use a vibrator that way, but it looks like it feels fucking incredible.” You grinned. “What can I say, I’m an innovator.” Bam moved his hand down and grabbed your wrist, trying to get you to move the vibrator farther up his shaft. “Right here.” You nodded, moving it up to where he wanted it, and he threw his head back so hard he nearly slammed it against the floor. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, (Y/n), turn it off, turn it off, turn it off–” You quickly turned the vibrator off, watching Bam’s cock get impossibly harder and redder to the point where it looked painful. He whimpered softly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes. “Please tell me that was the last time.” You laughed. “Yes.”

Bam sighed in relief, and you moved to toss the vibrator aside; Johnny reached down and took it from you, examining the logo on the bottom. “What brand is this? I need one of these.” You playfully rolled your eyes and turned back to Bam, moving to straddle his waist and taking special care not to accidentally brush your bare pussy against his tip as you hovered over him, knowing he’d probably bust a load instantly if you did. Bam automatically grabbed at your hips, waiting for you to lower yourself onto him, and you smirked. “Don’t be so eager, Bam. Remember, your friends are here, you don’t want them to see you be a two-pump chump, do you?” Bam’s face went red as he glanced over at his friends, and he shook his head. “Good. Try and last as long as you can for me, okay?” You didn’t bother to wait for him to respond, immediately sinking down on Bam’s cock without so much as a warning.

Bam gasped at the sensation, his fingers squeezing at your thighs as your warm, wet pussy enveloped his sensitive cock. Bam shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the floor again, clearly trying his hardest to focus on not cumming right then and there, and you shook your head in fake sympathy. “Poor thing. I bet it feels like your cock’s about to explode right now, doesn’t it? It’s probably taking all your energy not to just bust your load inside me right now, and your friends are standing right there watching all of this. Your friends are gonna find out that you can’t go more than a couple of minutes in bed, how humiliating is that?” You pulled all the way off his cock and then slammed back down on it again, grinning when you felt Bam’s cock twitch wildly inside you and his fingernails dig into your skin. “What’s the matter, scared you’re gonna cum already? Go ahead and do it, baby, show Johnny and Ryan how pathetic you are for me.”

Bam shook his head feebly, trying his best not to cum yet, and you pulled off his cock once again, teasingly rubbing your wet folds over his tip. “I won’t ask again, Bam, go ahead and cum, you know you want to.” He shook his head again, still doing his best to hold it in, and you slowly sank down on his cock, tightening up around his cock as you stared into his eyes with a smirk. Bam whimpered, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he weakly bucked his hips up against you, and you leaned down to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. “I know good and well that your pathetic little cock isn’t gonna last for much longer, baby. Maybe I should get off now and we can go back to edging you–” Bam shook his head frantically. “No, no, don’t make me do that again, (Y/n), I don’t think my dick can take any more of that.” You raised your eyebrows. “You better get a move on then, Bam, I’m starting to get impatient.”

Bam glanced over at Johnny and Ryan again hesitantly, clearly not wanting them to see him cum so quickly, but he knew better than to wait. He relaxed, finally giving up on trying not to cum, and you tightened up around him one more time, smiling in satisfaction when Bam’s hips started bucking wildly and he threw his head back, moaning loudly as he came inside you. It was a long, heavy load, and by the time he finished, his hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat and his face was bright red, his chest rising and falling slowly and his eyes fluttering shut from pure exhaustion. You stayed there for a second, not getting off of his cock as you stared at him in awe, and Bam groaned softly under his breath. “It’s really sensitive right now, baby.” You winced apologetically. “Sorry baby, I got distracted by how pretty you look after you cum.” You pulled off of his cock, and it fell limply against his thigh.

You ignored the cum dripping down your thighs as you knelt by Bam’s head, gently pushing his hair away from his forehead and stroking his face as he came down from his orgasm. You ran the pad of your thumb over his lips, smiling when he opened his mouth automatically to give you access. “God, you’re pretty.” Bam blushed and looked away. “Whatever.” You leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, and then you heard Ryan clear his throat from behind you. He looked about as uncomfortable as one could expect in this situation, while Johnny looked as amused as ever. “Oh shit, sorry boys, I forgot you were here. Listen, this was fun, but I need to take Bam up to our room for some aftercare, so you guys can go home now. Maybe we can do this again sometime and I’ll let Bam take care of those erections you’ve got going on.” Both men were noticeably hard. Bam mumbled something along the lines of “yeah right”, and Johnny laughed. “Maybe.”

The two men left, and you turned back to Bam, who was still laying totally naked on the floor. “Here, let’s go upstairs and I’ll run a hot shower so we can clean off.” You helped Bam stand, and he leaned against you for support, burrowing his head in your neck as the two of you stood there for a moment. You kissed him on the forehead. “You did a very good job today, baby. You were such a good boy for me, letting me use you in front of your friends like that. I think they liked it.” Bam laughed quietly. “You think? Knoxville’s jeans looked like they were gonna split open.” You smiled. “He’s weird, but I like how open he is, he could be fun to bring into the bedroom sometime.” Bam looked at you. “What about Ryan?” You shrugged. “If he wants, but he didn’t seem too into it.” Bam started to walk with you towards the steps, shaking his head. “I could tell he was, he just gets awkward around sex. I’ll ask him sometime.” The two of you began to head up the stairs, and you glanced back towards the living room couch, eyes widening in shock. “Oh shit, Chris fell asleep on our couch at some point.”

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Bam Margera x Johnny Knoxville x Ryan Dunn

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‘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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