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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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

Quick little drabble about what Rake, Frantz, Raab, Dico, and Novak would be like if they each played the opposite role from what they usually play during sex. Frantz, Rake, and Dico try out being submissive, and Raab and Novak try out being dominant. I’m doing one long paragraph for each of them! @chasingwinehouse thanks for giving me plenty of cool ideas! <3

Notes: I really like the Raab concept here, let me know if you want a full fic for it. Also, here’s a couple warnings: Dico’s part involves you being rough with him (degrading, slapping and light choking), Novak’s part involves him calling himself daddy, Raab’s part involves him slipping up and calling you mommy once or twice and also attempting (and failing) to degrade you, and Frantz’s part involves him whining when you pull his hair. Rake’s part doesn’t need any warnings.

@butttxray credit to you for the Frantz hair pulling idea that I use in his section!

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always.

Brandon DiCamillo:

For what was probably the first time in his entire life, Brandon DiCamillo was gonna be put in his place. He was on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with that same cocky, condescending, ‘I’m laughing at a joke that no one gets except me’ smile he always had on his face. That smile you were determined to wipe off. You’d already removed all of his clothes to make him feel more vulnerable and breakable—now all you had to do was break him. You roughly grabbed him by the chin, staring him down with an unflinchingly dark look as you decided what you wanted to do with him first. “Naked on your knees like a little bitch and yet you’ve still got that fucking look on your face. What’s it gonna take to wipe it off?” Dico’s grin widened, and he shrugged, not the least bit affected by how tightly you were squeezing his jaw. “I dunno, babe, how ‘bout a gimp mask and some nipple clamps—” You cut him off with a firm smack across the cheek, and he instantly went silent, staring up at you with a slightly shocked (but not pained) look. “That was a rhetorical question, bitch, don’t speak unless I tell you that you can.” The grin came back, and he instantly went against your orders by talking back once again. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a real question, it sounded like a —” You cut him off with yet another smack across the cheek, and then, just to really get your point across, you wrapped your hand around the base of his neck and applied enough pressure to get a reaction from him, a slightly choked sound leaving his mouth as he stared up at you with a slightly fearful expression, his cock suddenly hard as a rock against his thigh. The smirk was finally gone.

Brandon Novak:

“Just like that, baby, suck Daddy’s dick. Mmm, fuck, that’s good. Get Daddy’s cock nice and wet, baby, just like that.” It wasn’t often that Novak got to be the one in charge during sex, but when he did, he fully committed to the role. Novak loved to show off his dirty-talking abilities, especially while you were sucking him off, and he had a real talent for degrading you in the most encouraging way possible. He pushed your head further down, forcing you to take his entire shaft into your mouth, his slick tip hitting the back of your throat, and you ran your tongue up and down the underside of his cock, eliciting a pleased moan from him in response. You pulled your mouth off of his cock to swirl your tongue over the head of his cock, letting your drool coat the tip and then taking the whole head into your mouth to suck on it. Novak stared down at you with a domineering look that he reserved only for these moments, and it only spurned you on more, leading to you enthusiastically taking the whole shaft into your mouth again. “Yeah, baby, you like sucking on that big fat cock, don’t you? You love having Daddy’s dick in your mouth, don’t you? Come on, baby, all the way down your throat, just like that.” He forced your head down again, and you allowed him to shove his cock down your throat, saliva dripping from your mouth onto his cock as he face-fucked you. You knew this side of Novak wasn’t gonna be around for too long; he kept it up for as long as the blowjob lasted, but once he came, he was usually done being dominant for the rest of the week. But that was fine with you; you’d just appreciate the moment while it lasted. “Keep it up, baby, Daddy’s so close to cumming.”

Chris Raab/Raab Himself:

“Okay, so, uh, mommy—fuck, I mean, uh…what do I call you while I’m doing this?” Raab looked at you with uncertainty as he stood next to the bed, waiting for you to get comfortable on your back so he could get on top of you. He was clad only in his boxers, his cute little cock already clearly hard and leaking through the fabric as he admired the sight of your naked body. As excited as he was, though, he was also clearly a little nervous. Being in charge was far from something he was used to doing; it wasn’t that he preferred receiving over giving (quite the opposite, actually, given his people-pleaser tendencies), it was just that his personality wasn’t quite suited for being bossy or giving orders. But you had really wanted to try this, and he was more than happy to oblige you. You smiled up at him reassuringly, leaning over to grab his hand as you pulled him onto the bed and helped him get on top of you. “You’re in charge here, baby, you decide what to call me.” Raab still looked uncertain, so you whispered a suggestion. “How about just calling me by my name?” Raab nodded, looking very relieved that you’d helped him out. “Right! Right. Okay, uh, here’s what you’re gonna do, (Y/n). You’re gonna lay right here and take my dick like a good little slut.” You raised your eyebrows at the comment, wondering if Raab had been hiding a secret dirty dom side, but his face crinkled up almost immediately and he shook his head. “I didn’t like that, I’m sorry, mommy—I mean (Y/n). I’m not gonna do that again.” You smiled. “That’s okay, Raab, just stick to what you like.” He nodded, gently lining his cock up with your pussy as he thought over what he actually wanted to do. “I like calling you pretty.” You giggled. “Do that, then.” He leaned down to kiss you, and gently pushed the head of his cock inside you as he spoke. “Right. Okay. In that case, you’re gonna lay here and look nice and be pretty for me while I fuck you, okay?” Raab momentarily stopped what he was doing to shoot you a questioning look. “How was that? Was that good?” You grinned. “Yes, baby, that was good.”

Joe Frantz:

Frantz had never been much of a submissive type. When it came to sex, he liked being rough, fast, and aggressive, degrading you under his breath in a low, growly tone and smacking your ass and thrusting inside you until you came around his long, fat cock; the idea of him ever letting you be in charge during sex was unlikely at best and downright laughable at worst. But when it came to eating you out? That was a different story. You lowered yourself down onto Frantz’s face, moaning softly when he pressed his lips against your pussy to kiss it and stared up at you with a vulnerable, awestruck look that felt almost uncharacteristically submissive for someone as domineering as Frantz usually was. He ran his tongue over the lips of your pussy, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning softly as he savored your taste, and you fisted your fingers into his hair, giving it a rough tug that made him whine against your pussy pathetically like a whore. Something about having you on top of him, pussy against his mouth and hand tangled in his hair, turned Frantz into a whining mess; it was a side of him you quite literally never saw anywhere else, and it always shocked you when you did see it. It felt almost too vulnerable, like the taste of your pussy alone was enough to make him weak. You tugged on his hair again, and another whine left his mouth, his lips wrapped around your clit as he sucked on it with as much energy as he could muster, opening his eyes to look up at you again with that vulnerable look. In any other instance, Frantz would have been his usual domineering self, but in this little moment, with his face smushed between your legs, Frantz’s only purpose was to whine and beg and stare up at you pleadingly as he worshipped your pussy. To lap up your juices and suck on your clit and moan at the taste. To be your little bitch.

Rake Yohn:

“You sure you’ve got this, princess? You can take it from here? If you need help, just say so and I’ll show you how to—” You cut Rake off with a wave of your hand as he finished taking off his clothes and laid down on the bed on his back. “I’ve got it, Rake, don’t worry about it. And don’t call me that while we’re doing this, I’m in charge here.” Rake grinned with amusement, watching you as you stripped down to your bra and panties and climbed on top of him to straddle his lap. “You’re right, how could I forget? You’re not a princess anymore, you’re my Queen.” You blushed at the new name, pointedly ignoring his obvious amusement and leaned down to kiss him, and he ran his hands up your back, hips and thighs appreciatively, his cock already hardening underneath you. You pulled away with a smirk, running your hands down his bare chest and giving him the sexiest look you could muster as you ground your hips down against his to rub against his bulge. He raised his eyebrows at you with a soft moan, clearly slightly surprised at how easily you were assuming the dominant role. Rake was pretty much always in control, so he had just assumed that you wouldn’t know what to do once the roles were reversed. Unbeknownst to him, however, you’d been looking forward to doing something like this for a while. You wrapped your hand around the base of Rake’s long, thick shaft, hovering over it so your dripping wet pussy was barely an inch away from the tip, and Rake’s hands automatically shot up to grab at your hips supportively. “Beg for it.” Rake looked up at you, surprised. “Sorry, my Queen?” You smirked. “You heard me, baby. Beg me to ride you.” Rake’s look of shock turned to one of pride, and he smiled. “You’ve really got the hang of this, haven’t you?” You grinned. “I learned from the best, baby.”

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kristinee · 1 year

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motel nights w/ knoxville ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　

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soupsuckz · 10 months

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RAAB SMUT HEADCANON (IT CAN LITERALLY BE ABOUT ANYTHING I JUST NEED SOMETHING ANOUT RAAB)

♡ HELP ME 😭😭 im not even fixated on vlb anymore but i feel your pain so here ♡

“Fuck”, he sighed, voice breathy and high-pitched. He let his head fall back into the pillows, hips bucking up into yours eagerly. “C’mon, please- please I need it”, he whined, high in the back of his throat. You could feel the soft vibrations of his words, your lips on his neck sucking dark hickeys everywhere you could reach. It was certain that the marks would stay for weeks, and that was all he wanted. “Patience, baby”, you teased, nipping the sensitive skin just below his ear before you pulled away completely, leaving him laid back on the bed. He squirmed and whined in protest, hands reaching out to pull you back on top of him, “Jus’ let me fuck you, please, I can’t take it,”, he whimpered, wrapping his legs around your waist, clinging on to your forearms, letting his hands feel over your chest. “Need it, need to knock you up-”, he murmured, already fucked out before it even started. You looked down at him with a grin, running your hand through his hair and cradling the side of his face. He leaned into the touch, pulling you even closer, hands dropping to your hips. You let him guide you, even if you were the one in control.

You couldn’t get over his whines and begs. Who could say no to this? “Gonna fuck me good? Give me your kids?”, you crooned. Raab just keened high in his throat and nodded eagerly, moving one hand off of your waist so he could jerk himself off, “Yeah- yeah gonna make sure it takes. Gonna go deep.”, you just smiled, moving your legs to bracket either side of his hips. Sitting yourself up on your knees, you moved his hands away from his cock, replacing his with your own. Lining him up, you slowly sank down on his dick, letting out a soft groan until you were fully seated in his lap. Raab cried out sweetly, one hand on your waist, the other reaching up to your chest. “Fuck- just like that- God,”, he whined, squeezing his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip. Grinding your hips down, back and forth, you slowly started to ride his cock, with each hit to your g-spot, Raab whimpered and squirmed, bucking his hips up to meet you halfway. “Take it- make me cum, lemme knock you up,”, he moaned, letting his head fall back against the pillows, chest rising and falling as his muscles trembled from the feeling. “Good boy, fucking me deep,”, you grinned, picking up the pace. Raab sat up halfway, burying his face in the crook of your neck, chests flush together you fucked him. With just a few more desperate thrusts, he came, muscles tensed up and shaking as he cried out, “God- fuck, yes. Take it,”, he whined. Soon after him, you came as well, grinding your hips down as you both rode out your highs.

#jackass #bam margera #jackass smut #johnny knoxville #brandon dicamillo #cky #ryan dunn #viva la bam #raab himself #chris pontius #chris raab #raab himself smut #johnny knoxville smut #bam margera smut #ryan dunn smut #rake yohn

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zaero-zombie · 10 months

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there is a criminally low amount of joe frantz content on this app

#joe frantz #i love joe frantz #jackass #ryan dunn #chris raab #brandon novak #brandon dicamillo #joe frantz smut #joe frantz x reader #ville valo #rake yohn #bam margera #cky2k

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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Radio Bam - F!Reader Fic

Episode one

ep two - ep three- ep four

Desc: Self insert fic where you are a radio bam regular! transcript style writing

A/n: i’ve wanted to do this ever since i read some of ao3 user: CreativeLiterature ‘s works with the transcript style fic. the first story may be based on real life events… regarding myself but anyways thought this was something different lmk if you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of sex and alcohol

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Dico *in one of his voices*: Weeeelcome to Radio Bam Sirius 28 Faction, boys and girls! Today we got the Dreamseller himself, Heroin Novak, the amazzzing Raab Himself, Miss hot pants and our token girl Y/n, *Rake voice* aaauauuuughhh Raaake Yohn, myself and of course the man of the hour, Sir Baaaaam Margera!!!

Y/n: I’m known as hot pants now? Where did that come from?

Dico: It’s something I came up with

Novak: And it’s well-suited, you are soooome broad Y/n.

Y/n: In your dreams Novak.

Bam: Y/n is the one girl who refuses to sleep with the Dreamseller.

Y/n: I need to humble him somehow.

Novak: I will get you one day hot pants.

Bam: Anyways, Y/n tell that story about the german guys.

Raab: German guys?

Y/n: Oh god.

Novak: You into the European dick?

Y/n: Well I didn’t sleep with any of them.

Novak: Then what’s the point of this story?

Dico: Lame.

Y/n: Shut the fuck up you two.

Bam: Yeah let Y/n tell her story!

Rake: Yeah I wanna hear this.

Y/n: Okay so, me and my friends were in Spain a couple years ago and we wanted to go clubbing.

Novak: Fuck yeah, is this about grinding?

Y/n: Well yeah sort of actually but that’s not the point.

Dico: Continue hot pants.

Y/n: Okay so, we find this club and we go in but we don’t hear anyone speaking english.

Raab: Weren’t you in fucking Spain?

*room laughs*

Bam: Are you guys forgetting the part where I said german guys?

Y/n: Yeah you’re all ruining the story actually, ANYWAYS, yeah, spoiler alert everyone in the club was german. We were the only Americans in the vicinity.

Dico *Rake voice*: This story fucking sucks aaaauuuurrrgghhhhh.

Dico *Dico voice*: Rake! How rude!

Y/n: Haha. very funny. Point of the story is, any of you guys ever gotten with girls that have accents?

Raab: I married a Russian.

Y/n: Yeah, yeah, but have any of you guys gotten with someone with a german accent?

Dico: Guttentag!

Y/n: Well anyways, it is not very sexy when a german guy goes “You vwear vary short skirts! I like!”

Novak: Damn can I see a photo of you in that short skirt *whistles*

Bam: Keep it in your pants for one minute Novak.

Novak: Never!

Bam: Well maybe Y/n should tell us about the time her and Dico fucked to redeem herself for that awful story.

Y/n: You told me to tell it!

Dico: Do I get any say in this?

Bam, Novak, Y/n: No.

Rake: Do the listeners know that Dico and Y/n fucked?

Y/n: I actually don’t think we’ve ever said it publicly before.

Novak: Now how did you bang Dico and not me?

Y/n: This was in high school.

Novak: So what I’m hearing is I still have a chance?

Bam: Shut up Dreamseller.

Y/n: We were each other’s firsts!

Raab: First time in a field too.

Dico: And last.

Y/n: Yeah I found pieces of wheat in my shoes for years afterwards.

Novak: You guys fucked in a field? Damn Y/n you’re freakier than I thought.

Y/n: It wasn’t exactly my first choice of where to be bedded.

Dico: You said it was romantic!

Y/n: I was drunk and optimistic.

Bam: You guys haven’t even told the worst part yet.

Raab: Oh my god I forgot the worst part!

Novak: Well now I’m intrigued.

Dico: *sighs* You wanna do the honours hot pants?

Y/n: The farmer dude who owned the land came over and shone a light on us while Brandon was you know… finishing.

*Room erupts into laughter*

Dico: You know this was something I didn’t think the whole world would ever find out.

Novak: So an old man witnessed you cumming in a girl for the first time?

Dico: Pretty much.

Y/n: And you guys saw the guy coming and didn’t even warn us!

Novak: Wait you guys where there?!

*More laughs*

Bam: It’s West Chester tradition to drink in fields, and also fuck in fields.

Dico: Yeah only the cool kids did the last part though.

Raab: You guys were not fucking cool!

Y/n: In our hearts we were.

Novak: Wait so, did you guys just sit and watch the two of them fuck?

Bam: Nah, The wheat was high in the field, they were over the other side.

Y/n: Didn’t stop you from shouting at us the whole time.

Novak: Why didn’t you guys sleep together at like a house party or something like normal teenagers.

Dico: We were sixteen and stupid.

Y/n: We needed to be elevated to cool kids status.

Dico: Exactly!

Novak: Did it work?

*Room collectively*: No.

End.

@jackussy420 @gnarkillknoxville @lovexjoe @ckygetsjobs @spoookyberry

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margeraforever · 2 years

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Dico (Brandon DiCamillo) headcannons

request: dico x male reader hcs would be awesome he needs more content

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sooo this was a request by @mallofbam so like tysm!!! i’m still so sorry I couldn’t do male reader…… anyways let’s get on with the hcs right 🤭🤭

tw: none, just lovey dovey fluff 😏, pet names ( pretty baby, honey) , gn reader (no pronouns or implications of gender.) , no capitalization (overrated 😒)

not proof read.

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- you and brandon met at the arcade.

- you had been working there since the start of the summer just to get some extra cash before college had started back up again.

- it was really common seeing him there, this time you thought he came for the new mortal combat game that just came out.

- y’all had started talking and all and now you were there, standing before the prize counter with him asking you if you’d wanna go out for a date after your shift.

- you. were. shocked.

- I mean yea, you did have a small….no actually you had the most massive crush on him. I guess he finally caught on.

- so of course, you agree.

- he tells you after his shift, he’ll pick you up and take you to a nice bar/cafe .

- he picks you up, and you had a blast.

- he talked about bam’s cky videos and how he participated in it. he also told you about haggard and jackass.

- you of course, already knew but you didn’t wanna seem creepy.

- couple of weeks later, you asked him to date

-thankfully, he said yes.

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months later

- you and dico are 2 peas in 1 pod.

- to the hip a little bit literally.

- y’all played console videos game together until the sun rises.

- now you fix his almost non-existent hair and would brush it so it doesn’t start standing up on his own head.

- you’d now be in viva la bam and would help out with pranks and such.

- you would be the assistant of dico when he was trying to teach don vito spanish. you’d be writing on the board, casually misspelling half of the words.

- you still work at the arcade, just in case.

- he would come around to play the games for free and would play all the claw machines for free and whenever he won something he gave it to you, knowing that you had the key to it was able to just open it and grab it yourself.

- still, it earned you a sweet little duck plushie and a kiss to the forehead.

- when y’all were alone, he was the sweetest person to come across the earth.

- physical affection being hugs around the waists, picking you up bridal style or just a simple piggy back, kisses to your forehead and cheeks and lips and simply all around your face.

- if any of the boys tried to prank you on viva la bam, he made sure they would get the most embarrassing role/performance in any of the skits. it would be extremely gay or extremely gross. he just wanted to pay the price.

- cute little phrases like:

“lord have mercy, look who we have here.”

“let me just get one more kiss, pretty baby, please just one more..”

“wow, how did i score this one….”

“hey honey, do you know if you could get me the new street fighters? I’ll give you like hundred thousand kisses and i’ll buy ur favorite sodas?”

“why cant you buy it yourself?”

“i’m trying to save up for more costumes for more bits on viva la bam….”

“lord help us…”

overall y’all are just are best friends who are romantically attracted to each other.

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i tried my best! 😰😰 i hope this was original enough tysm for the request tho!!!.

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #jackass smut #johnny knoxville imagine #bam margera x reader #jackass 3d #jackass angst #jackass fluff #jackass forever #brandon dicamillo #cky #cky crew #cky2k #raab himself #rake yohn #ryan dunn

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philscoupons · 2 years

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who i’ll write for/what i’ll write:

jackass:

johnny knoxville steve-o bam margera ryan dunn chris pontius dave england ehren mcghehey wee man preston jasper poopies zach cky/viva la bam: raab himself dico rake yohn

what i’ll write:

headcanons one-shots smut/fluff/angst x m!reader x gn!reader x transmale!reader x f!reader

#jackass #cky #viva la bam #writing #fanfiction

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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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How the CKY Boys Would React To You Using Pet Names On Them In Bed (Smut Drabble/Imagine)

@chasingwinehouse you give me so many good ideas man ILY and I appreciate you <3 this doesn’t include Bam or Ryan cuz if I ever do this for the Jackass guys I’ll include them there. This is for Raab, Rake, Frantz and Novak ONLY, aka my favorite underrated men <3 no Dico cuz I couldn’t figure out a pet name you would call him. Also, Raab’s part involves mommy kink and Rake’s part involves daddy kink and breeding kink.

Raab Himself (Sweetheart)

“How’s that feel, baby, you like that?” You rubbed your thumb over the tip of Raab’s cock, smiling when a soft, whiny moan left his lips. “Feels so good, mommy, thank you.” The two of you were sitting on your bed; you were sitting with your legs crossed, and Raab was in your lap with his back to your chest as you pumped his cute little cock in your hand, his head leaning back against your chest as he gasped and jerked with every little touch. You pressed your lips against the shell of his ear, keeping your voice a low, soothing tone as you encouraged him. “Come on, baby, don’t be afraid to get loud for me, I like hearing you moan and whimper for me, you always sound so sweet.” You pressed your lips against his neck, jerking his cock in your hand as your thumb rubbed over his slit, and Raab gasped, bucking his hips up against your grip. “Fuck, mommy, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” You chuckled, kissing the spot under his earlobe as you pumped his cock with a firm grip. “Aw, you gonna cum, baby? You gonna blow your cute little load all over my hand so I can make you suck it off my fingers? Come on, Raab, give me what I want. Cum for me, sweetheart.” The second the term of affection left your lips, Raab’s face went bright red and he let out a moan of shock, hips jerking intensely as he suddenly came all over your hand. You watched him with a stunned look, gently rubbing circles over the tip of his cock to help bring him down from his high as he relaxed against your chest, breathing heavily with a satisfied look on his face. “Jesus, baby, if I’d known you’d react like that I would have called you sweetheart way earlier.” Raab blushed. “Sorry, mommy, I didn’t mean to cum that fast.” You laughed, stroking his hair with your clean hand. “Don’t apologize, sweetie, that was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll remember that next time we do this. Now lick your cum off my hand like I asked, baby.” Raab eagerly obliged.

Rake Yohn (Daddy Kink)

You were on your hands and knees on the bed, Rake fucking you from behind with his chest to your back and his hand lightly holding the base of your neck. “Keep going, princess, you’re doing so good for me. Keep taking my cock, baby.” You leaned your head back so he could kiss you, his grip on your throat tightening just slightly, and he smacked his free hand against your asscheek as he thrust inside you again. “God, baby, your pussy feels incredible. You have no fucking idea how badly I want to put a baby inside you right now, how badly I wanna fill your pussy with my cum and get you pregnant. You’d look so good with my baby inside you, wouldn’t you?” His hand rubbed over your belly demonstratively, and you moaned loudly, mouth falling open in pleasure as his cock stretched you out. Everything felt so good, you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next. “Fuck, daddy, please fill my pussy with your cum, please put your baby inside me, I want it so bad–” Rake’s grip on your throat immediately tightened, his thrusts becoming ten times more intense as he grabbed you by the hair and yanked you back so his mouth was near your ear. “What was that, princess? What did you just call me? Say it again, baby, I wanna hear you call me that again.” You whined loudly, desperate for his cock as he pounded your pussy with as much force as he could. “Daddy.” Rake pulled your head back again. “Say it louder, princess.” You raised your voice, nearly screaming from the pleasure as his cock head stretched you out. “Daddy!” Rake promptly came inside you, hands grabbing at your hips to keep himself steady as he pumped your pussy full of his seed, and then he pulled his cock out of you with a low groan. “Fuck, princess, I don’t know where that came from but I fucking loved it.” You smiled with an exhausted look. “I’ll keep that in mind, daddy.” He shot you a warning look, hands spreading your thighs so he could admire the sight of his cum dripping from your pussy and down your thighs. “Watch it, princess, unless you want me to go for another round.”

Joe Frantz (Sir)

Frantz’s hand came down hard on your ass, a condescending look on his face as you moaned loudly at the contact. “God, you’re such a slut. Moaning like a desperate little slut and my cock’s not even inside you yet, do you hear how pathetic you sound?” He mocked your moans, his smacks becoming even harder as he did so. “You like it when I smack your ass like this, baby? You like being spanked like the whore you are?” You bit your lip, moving your hips back against his touch as his palm smacked against your ass. “Yes, sir, I love when you spank my ass like this, it’s the only thing I deserve.” As soon as you called him sir, Frantz immediately ceased his actions and grabbed you by the hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at him. “Sir? Did you just call me sir? Getting your ass spanked like a worthless fucking slut and you call me sir, you’re even more pathetic than I thought. Don’t stop now, sweetheart, keep calling me sir. You’re lucky I’m even touching you right now, the least you could do is show a little respect.” Frantz began to spank you again, his palm coming down on your ass with ten times as much force, and he tugged on your hair warningly to remind you to do as he had ordered. “Fuck, please spank my ass harder, sir, I love it so much, spank my ass like the worthless little whore I am.” Frantz’s gaze darkened, and the smug look came back as he mocked you again. “You are a whore, aren’t you? My whore. My little fucking whore who does whatever I tell you to do. No one else gets to spank you like this, do they? No one else gets to call you a worthless little slut, do they? I don’t fucking think so. I’m the only man you’ll ever call sir, and I’m the only man that’ll ever get to spank you like this, got it?” You whined as his hand came down on your ass again. “Yes, sir.”

Brandon Novak (Babe)

“Fuck, Brandon, that feels good.” Brandon had you on your back on the bed, your legs over his shoulders as he fucked you. He grinned, his hands stroking your thighs as he thrust his cock inside you again. “Of course it does, baby, this is what I’m best at.” You playfully rolled your eyes, tightening up around his cock, and he pulled your legs off of his shoulders and set them back down on the bed, leaning over you to fuck you in the normal missionary position. “How’s that, (Y/n), you like that?” You nodded. “Yeah, babe, that feels good, can you use your fingers too?” Novak grinned cockily, leaning his face close to yours as he raised his eyebrows. “Babe? Yeah, that’s right, I’m your babe, babe. Man, I like that.” You raised your eyebrows. “…you like me calling you babe? That’s pretty mild, babe, especially for you.” Novak shrugged, looking noticeably energized as he fucked you faster with his hands on your hips. “It’s sweet, though. I’m your babe, I like that.” You laughed, leaning up to kiss him affectionately. “You’re sweet when you wanna be. Weird as hell, but sweet. Now come on, babe, finish me off.” Novak nodded eagerly. “Anything for you, babe.”

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Quiet Time (Dom!Rake Yohn x Reader) [Smut] (Jackass, CKY, VLB)

@chasingwinehouse you already know what I’m gonna say…you’re the co-writer :) thank you for the concept, the extra details and the GIFs!! Always happy to write for Rake, he’s underrated as hell and VERY sexy in my humble opinion.

Description: You, Rake, and the rest of the guys are all staying in a hotel for the night. You and Rake go off into your personal hotel room and proceed to have loud, hot, wild sex that results in the guys banging on the shared wall of the two hotel rooms to try and shut the two of you up. Obviously, Rake isn’t about to just do whatever they want, so the two of you get even louder.

Warnings: Female Reader, Cursing, Smut, Auditory Exhibitionism (Rake fucks you loud enough that the guys can hear from the other room but no one actually sees the two of you have sex), Dom/Sub Dynamics (Rake is a mildly soft, super loving super passionate dom), Praise Kink, Some of the guys are implied to be turned on by hearing you and Rake fuck and Novak masturbates to it cuz he’s a fucking freak, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink Element

@asskickedbygirl tagging you since you asked me to tag you in all my works.

@idk118118 tagging you since you mentioned wanting to see more Rake content.

“Why do you two assholes get your own room when the rest of us have to cram into this one?” Bam tossed his bags onto one of the two hotel beds and shot an annoyed look at you and Rake as the two of you sat down on the couch to watch the guys unpack. You grinned, shrugging as Rake threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. Frantz, the one who’d booked the rooms, smiled apologetically as he set his own bags down by the couch. “The whole place is practically booked, Bam. This room and Rake and (Y/n)’s room were the only ones left and I figured they should get the other one since it’s just a double bed and this one has two beds and a couch.” Aside from Bam and Frantz, the room would also be fitting Ryan, Dico, Raab and Novak. Ryan and Bam would get one bed, Dico and Raab would get the other, and Frantz had graciously agreed to take the couch (and, more importantly, to share with Novak) so the other guys wouldn’t complain even more than they already were.

You and Rake had been given the other room, which only had a double bed, due to being the only couple in the group. Was it slightly unfair? Sure. Did you feel bad about it? Not really. Bam was a little bitch, Raab and Dico were constantly trying to start shit out of pure boredom, and Novak was an unpredictable druggie who couldn’t be trusted with anything and would probably end up setting something on fire by accident; the idea of sharing a room with any of them was unpleasant, to say the least. The only guys you really felt bad for were Frantz, who had to take the worst spot (the couch) and the worst bedmate (Novak) despite paying for both rooms, and Ryan, who was usually pretty chill and could sit still and mind his own business when he needed to. You’d offered to let them stay in the double bed room with you and Rake, either letting them take the bed while the two of you took the floor or vice versa, but they had declined, so that was that.

Bam opened his mouth as if he was about to pick another fight over the room situation, but then quickly got distracted when Ryan came into the room holding a drink in one hand and a dirty suitcase in the other, tossing said dirty suitcase onto the bed he was sharing with Bam and sitting on the edge to take a long sip of his beer. “Room’s a little small.” Bam shot you and Frantz a “told-you-so” look, and you playfully rolled your eyes and rested your head on Rake’s shoulder. “Frantz, don’t listen to these whiners. It was really nice of you to pay for the rooms, you didn’t have to do that.” Frantz dramatically gestured to you with a pointed look at Bam and Ryan. “Thank you, (Y/n), nice to know someone appreciates me here.” Bam merely flipped him off and started going through his bag. Raab and Dico came in, Raab making a beeline for the free bed and jumping on it with his dirty sneakers still on. Dico laughed, setting his bag down and glancing around the room with a suspicious look. “Where the hell is Novak? Bam, you better make sure your wallet’s still in your bag, you know Novak’s got sticky fingers.”

Frantz pointed towards the bathroom where Novak had been for the last ten minutes, and you leaned over to mumble in Rake’s ear. “You think he’s taking a shit or doing drugs?” Rake grinned, running his hand through his scraggly hair and shaking his head. “It’s a 50/50 split. Either way, at least we won’t have to deal with him tonight.” You smiled. “That’s true. We get a whole night to ourselves, just you, me, a double bed and a TV.” Rake’s eyebrows raised, as if he was only just considering the possibilities that came with the two of you getting your own room. “Oh fuck, that’s right. Man, a whole night with just you and a big bed, sounds like heaven.” Dico, who could hear the two of you from where he was unpacking his bags, immediately launched into his famous Rake impression, making weird noises and talking incomprehensibly, and Rake shot him an annoyed look. “Come on, dude, I don’t fucking sound like that.” Dico mocked him again, prompting a fight between him and your boyfriend, and you took the opportunity to slide down towards the other end of the couch to talk to Frantz. “Hey seriously, Frantz, thanks for paying for both of the rooms.”

Frantz nodded, clearly relieved that at least one person there actually appreciated him. “It wasn’t a problem. You’re the only person here that even respects me half the time, so giving you and Rake your own room doesn’t bother me. I get a sick satisfaction from making all the guys cram into this one room together anyway.” You smiled. “I bet. You’re probably gonna be up all night hearing Bam and the others throw temper tantrums about it, though.” Frantz grimaced. “I didn’t think about that.” Rake pulled himself away from his little fight with Dico to move over towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder again and kissing you on the forehead. “If my friends keep being dicks, someone’s gonna get choked out.” You laughed. “I’d like to see that happen. I bet you’d look really sexy choking someone out.” Bam shot the two of you a look as he began raiding the mini fridge. “No dirty talking when the rest of us are in the room with you, assholes. Take it into your personal room.” You ignored the obvious jealousy dripping from Bam’s dig and grinned at Rake. “He does have a point, Rake, we’ve got our own room now. We should go use it.” You raised your brows suggestively, and Rake immediately shot up from the couch like a bottle rocket. “Fuck yes.” You laughed, standing up. “Alright, glad you’re a fan of that idea.” You moved to walk towards the door, but Rake quickly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes.

“Jesus Christ, Rake, I have legs you know.” You laughed, face red from being upside down as Rake walked towards the door with you over his shoulder. “Later guys, me and the missus are gonna go spend a little alone time in our hotel room.” Bam made a grossed out noise, Raab and Frantz cheered you both on (more sarcastically than anything else), Dico did a wonderfully tasteful impression of what he imagined Rake would sound like in bed, and Ryan wordlessly laid back on the bed and closed his eyes with his hands folded behind his head like he was going to take a nap. Rake shut the door to the hotel room behind him and walked over to the door right next to it, which was the door to the room you and him were staying in; he quickly took the key card out of the pocket of his jeans and used it to get in, throwing the door open and walking over to the bed where he promptly threw you down onto your back as playfully as he could. You sat up, giggling. “You gonna carry me around like that more often or was that just a one time thing?” Rake grinned at you as he walked over to close the door to the hotel room. “Any time you want me to, princess, you just gotta ask.” You blushed at the nickname and glanced around the room. “Nice room, Frantz never lets us down.” It was smaller than the other room, with a TV, a coffee table, a desk, a mini fridge, and the double bed. You noticed right away that the headboard of the bed was against the one wall that the two hotel rooms shared.

“Great place to put the bed. Guess the guys will get to hear everything tonight, aye?” Rake ran his hands through his long hair and shrugged with a grin. “They’ll live. And anyway, what do you mean ‘tonight’? Who says we can’t get started right now?” He made his way over to you, leaning down to give you a kiss, and you pulled away with a soft smile. “Good point. Are you willing to put up with hearing them complain the whole time?” You could faintly hear the guys talking to each other through the wall, so you knew for a fact that they would be able to hear you and Rake fuck. “I’ll gladly put up with hearing those assholes throw a fit if it means getting to fuck you, baby.” You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss you again, leaning back so you were laying on the bed with Rake on top of you and your legs wrapped around his waist. He slid his hands up your shirt, rubbing and grabbing at your stomach and hips as he kissed you, and after a moment or two you pulled away breathlessly and helped him pull your shirt off. He effortlessly unhooked your bra and tossed it aside, leaning back down to kiss you again as his hands grabbed at your breasts, his thumbs rubbing circles over your hard nipples appreciatively. “God, baby, you’re gorgeous.” You blushed, moving to take his shirt off too, but he stopped you with a grin. “No need to rush, baby, we’ve got plenty of time. Just let me focus on you for a little bit first, okay?”

Rake got up, moving down so he was sitting between your legs as he helped you pull your bottoms off; he leaned down to press kisses to your inner thighs, sensually pulling your panties down your legs and tossing them aside as he teasingly rubbed his fingers over your dripping wet pussy. You leaned back against the pillows, propped up just enough to be able to see what he was doing with your body relaxed against the bed. Rake pulled your legs up over his shoulders so his face was held perfectly between your legs, your pussy barely an inch from his mouth. “Fuck, princess, your pussy looks so pretty, I can’t wait to taste you.” He pressed his lips to your clit, sinking his fingers into the soft skin of your thighs as he ran his tongue over your sensitive pussy. You moaned softly, bucking your hips up to bring your pussy closer to his face, and he licked circles over your clit with the tip of his tongue, grabbing at your ass to pull you as close as he could to his mouth. He sucked hungrily on your clit, eliciting a moan from your lips that was just loud enough for the guys in the other room to hear; you heard them briefly go silent, like they were listening to see if you’d make another noise, and you glanced down at Rake, who was looking towards the wall between the two rooms with a grin on his face. When you didn’t make another noise, the boys began talking again in the other room, and Rake kissed your inner thigh and went back to what he’d been doing before. “Ignore them, honey.”

He moved one of his hands down, rubbing circles on your clit with his finger as he slid his tongue over your wet folds, grabbing at your hips to keep you steady. You tangled your fingers in his hair, lightly tugging on his long, curly locks for support as you bucked your hips up against his skilled lips. Rake sensually dragged his tongue over your clit, pushing the tip of his finger inside you as he did so, and you tugged on his hair again, biting your free hand to keep yourself quiet so the guys in the other room wouldn’t hear. Rake pulled away from your pussy, looking up at you with a soft but stern look as he kissed your thighs again. “Don’t get all quiet just cuz they might be listening, princess, I wanna hear you moan for me. Make as much noise as you want, and if they say anything I’ll deal with them.” You must have looked uncertain, because Rake sat up and leaned over to give you a reassuring kiss. “Tell you what, you want me to keep going or you wanna move on to something else?" You smiled suggestively, sliding your hands up his shirt. “You should take your clothes off too so we can do something else.” Rake grinned. “Say no more, baby.” You helped him pull off his tank top and then moved to unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down and yanking the jeans down his long, lanky legs to toss them aside. His long, hard cock had made an obvious bulge in his boxers, and the sight of it practically made you drool.

You eagerly pulled down his boxers, watching his massive cock smack against his belly as you released it, and you took it into your hand, getting a firm grip around the base as you pumped his cock a couple times. Rake groaned lowly under his breath, pulling you in for another rough kiss as he moved to push one of his fingers inside you again. He twisted it around, rubbing against your clit as your thumb slid over the head of his cock, and the two of you moaned against each others lips, desperate to get to the main event as quickly as possible. Rake pulled away, cupping your face with his free hand as his other hand stretched your tight pussy out with his fingers. “Where do you want me to fuck you first, honey, against the wall or on the bed?” You moaned softly from his touch, burying your face in his neck as you spoke in a slightly whiny tone. “Fuck me against the wall first, baby, I want you to fuck me hard enough that it slams me against the wall and the guys in the other room can hear it.” Rake growled under his breath. “Anything you want, princess, stand up for me.” You stood up, and he followed suit, backing you up against the hotel wall; he grabbed your ass, lifting you up so your back was against the wall and your legs were wrapped around his waist for support. His hands were preoccupied with holding up then backs of your thighs, so you helpfully grabbed his cock and aimed the head of it so the tip was pressed against your wet pussy, throwing your arms around his neck afterwards. Rake leaned his forehead against yours, gently pushing the head of his cock inside you as his grip on the back of your thighs tightened. You moaned softly at the feeling of his cock head stretching you out, grabbing at his back for support as he pushed his long shaft deeper inside you. He pushed it all the way in, letting you get used to the feeling for a moment, and then the real fun began; he pushed you all the way against the wall and pulled his cock out, thrusting it back inside you with enough force to make your back slam against the wall as you moaned loudly, throwing your head back against the wall as your fingernails dug into his back. He pressed his lips against your exposed neck, quickening his pace as he pounded your pussy with his massive cock.

You were so wrapped up in the feeling of his cock head stretching you out that you’d totally forgot about the boys in the other room who could hear everything through the shared wall. In the other room, Frantz was reading a comic book on the couch, Dico was in the middle of telling Bam and Raab a funny story, Ryan was starting to fall asleep on the bed and Novak was still in the bathroom either shooting up or taking a dump. The second your back slammed against the wall in the other room, every single guy stopped what he was doing and looked towards the shared wall with looks of interest. The slamming sound came again, followed by the sound of you moaning, and everyone immediately exchanged knowing looks; Dico, Raab, and Bam all made a beeline for the wall, leaning their ears against it to hear what was happening. Ryan just made a face and stuck his head under one of the hotel bed pillows in an attempt to block out the noises you and Rake were making; Frantz was mildly interested in the situation happening in the other room, but didn’t want to seem nosy, so he merely flipped through his comic book and side-eyed the other guys as they tried to eavesdrop through the wall. Bam shook his head in disgust as the sound of your back hitting the wall came through again. “Ew, I think he’s fucking her against the wall.” Dico went into another one of his famous Rake impressions. “Ohh, uhh, take my two inch cock baby, woo doo doo woo doo–” Bam covered Dico’s mouth with his hand. “Shut the fuck up for a second, I’m trying to hear this.” Raab was just trying to stifle his laughter as the slamming sounds continued.

Back in the other room, Rake was fucking you with slow, intense, deep thrusts that made your head nearly slam back against the wall, your hands gripping his shoulders so tightly that your knuckles were nearly white. Rake pressed a line of kisses up your neck and under your jawline, his hands still firmly holding up your thighs as he pulled his cock all the way out and teased your pussy with his tip. You whined, desperate to have your pussy stretched out around his cock again, and Rake gently shushed you, kissing the corners of your lips soothingly. “You want me to keep fucking you? Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, princess.” He rubbed the tip of his cock over your sensitive clit, making you feel even more needy for his cock, and you breathlessly begged him like he wanted. “Please keep fucking me, baby, I feel so empty without your big fat cock inside me, I need you to fill me with your cock so bad–” Rake smashed his lips against yours to cut you off and thrust his cock back inside you; you moaned loudly against his lips and moved your hands away from his shoulders to play with his hair, tangling your fingers in his long locks as you kissed him. Out of nowhere, you heard the sound of the guys in the other room banging on the shared wall, and you and Rake pulled away from the kiss to stare at the wall in annoyance. “Keep it down, asshats, the whole hotel can probably hear you two going at it!” That was definitely Bam. “Woo dee woo woo, take my two inch wiener, baby, oh ahh woo doo–” That was definitely Dico. You also heard the sound of loud, muffled laughter—that was definitely Raab.

Rake growled in annoyance and banged his fist on the wall, using his free arm to keep your thighs supported as he yelled at the guys through the wall. “Shut the hell up so I can focus on fucking my gorgeous girlfriend, you assholes!” You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss; the boys kept banging on the other side, Dico’s impression of Rake got louder and more obnoxious, and you could hear Frantz asking the guys to keep it down and be respectful, but Rake merely ignored them and thrust his cock inside you again, squeezing your ass and grabbing at your thighs as he pulled you on and off his cock. Eventually, though, the banging got harsh enough that the wall started to shake, and you and Rake exchanged a look of irritation. Rake glanced over at the bed, eyeing the headboard that was against the wall, and he grinned. “Wanna move this to the bed, princess?” You smiled, realizing what he was getting at, and nodded. “Absolutely.” Rake carried you back over to the bed with his hands still supporting you by the backs of your thighs, laying you on your back and crawling on top of you to kiss you again. “Can you fuck me from behind?” Rake grinned. “How could I say no to you, princess? Here, get on your hands and knees for me, let me see that pretty ass.” You obediently got on your hands and knees for him, letting him move you around so your body was in the best position for taking his cock; he gently pushed on your back so your tummy and chest were flat against the bed and your ass was up in the air. Rake kneeled behind you, parting your thighs to give him access to your dripping wet pussy as he pushed the tip of his cock inside of you once again to stretch you out.

Rake pushed his cock inside you once again, draping his body over you so his chest was flat against your back and he could press kisses to your back and shoulders with ease. His hands ran up your body, gripping your hips and squeezing your ass and stroking your inner thighs lovingly as he thrust his cock inside you at a fast, rough, intense pace that made your legs shake from how much he was stimulating your clit. “That’s it, honey, just like that, keep taking my cock, you’re doing so good for me.” He leaned his head against yours, kissing your neck and burying his face in your hair as you moaned softly at the feeling of him fucking you from behind. Rake brought one of his hands up to gently wrap around the base of your neck, applying the tiniest bit of pressure in a way that made you whine. You tilted your head back so he could lean forward and kiss you, gasping against his lips when he brought his other free hand down to rub at your clit, your pussy still filled with his cock. “God you’re so fucking gorgeous, princess, look at you taking my cock like a good girl, you’re so fucking good for me, so fucking pretty.” His thrusts became even more intense, his cock slamming inside your pussy at a rough, desperate pace that rocked the bed so hard that the headboard began banging against the wall, which was exactly what the two of you had wanted to happen anyway.

Back in the other room, Raab, Dico, and Bam were all still standing with their ears to the wall; they’d gone silent for a little bit in the time you and Rake had gotten quieter (the minute or two where he moved you to the bed), but as soon as the headboard slammed against the wall, all three of them exchanged wide-eyed looks and started freaking out again. “Jesus Christ, what the hell is he doing to her in there?” Dico and Raab started trying to make the grossest, most immature guesses they possibly could, while Bam turned to Frantz with a grossed out look. “You paid for that room, Frantz, can’t you make them shut the hell up?” Frantz looked up from his comic book in total bewilderment. “What do you want me to do about it, Bam? I can’t make them fuck quieter!” Right at that moment, Novak finally came out of the bathroom, staring in confusion at the three guys as they continued to eavesdrop through the wall. “What the fuck are you guys doing?” Frantz shook his head in annoyance. “They’re being perverts.” Novak, looking ten times more intrigued, walked over to the wall and put his ear up to it. “Oh fuck, is that Rake and (Y/n)? They’re loud as hell.” Bam made a face. “Yeah, I know, it’s nasty.” Novak shook his head. “Nasty? Are you kidding? This is free porn right here.” He reached into his pants, fumbling around like he was gonna pull his cock out to masturbate, and Frantz immediately threw his comic book down in total disgust. “Jesus Christ, Novak, don’t fucking do that! Have some fucking respect for yourself.”

Back in the other room, you and Rake were both close to cumming, Rake’s pace becoming more intense and rough but also slightly sloppier. His hands moved down to rub at your belly as he pounded you from behind, his mouth close to your ear as he spoke to you in a low, raspy, growling tone that made your pussy throb around his cock. “I can’t wait to fill your tight little pussy with my cum, baby, I’m gonna blow my big load inside you until it’s dripping down your thighs and making you nice and messy for me. I’d love to put my baby inside you, princess, imagine having my baby in your belly. You want me to fill you with my cum, baby? Want me to make that tight little pussy overflow with my seed?” You nodded desperately, bucking your hips back to make his cock go as deep inside you as it possibly could, his tip rubbing against your sensitive spots as he mercilessly stretched your pussy out around you. “Please, baby, fill my pussy with your cum, put your baby inside me, I want to be your little toy to fuck and fill with your seed whenever you want, I love being pumped full of your cum.” Rake’s grip on your belly and hips tightened, a low moan leaving his lips as he buried his face in your neck. “Fuck, princess, anything for you.” He came, thrusting his hips as fast as he could as he pumped your pussy full of his cum; his fingers rubbed circles over your clit to make you cum right after he did, and he kissed a line up your back and neck as you moaned and tightened around his cock when you came. Your pussy felt full and overstimulated from having his cock and cum inside you right after an orgasm like that, and you whined softly, collapsing against the bed in pure exhaustion as you caught your breath.

Rake gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head back to kiss you, stroking your hair and pressing his lips to your forehead as he pulled his cock out of you. You moaned softly at the feeling of his thick cock leaving your pussy, his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. “I’m gonna go get you a towel, honey, just lay right here for me. You did so fucking good, I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you on the forehead again, and you smiled, watching him leave to go grab a towel from the hotel bathroom. Rake came back, running his fingers through his long messy hair as he knelt down to lovingly clean you off. He threw the towel into the hotel laundry basket and crawled back onto the bed, turning you over on your back so he could look you over. “Alright, princess, any bruises or anything?” You shook your head, and he smiled. “Good. Seriously, baby, you did so good for me.” He leaned down to kiss you again, and then the two of you moved up to lay with your heads on the pillows so you could cuddle. “What are we feeling? Full body massage, something to drink, spooning session?” You grinned. “How about all three?” Rake laughed and stroked your hair adoringly. “Yes ma’am, anything for you. I think I left our bags in the other room, so I’ll go get those and grab you a drink while I’m at it.” You grimaced. “The guys are gonna have a field day with you.” Rake shrugged with a less than enthused look. “Yeah, I bet. But you know what? I just had sex with my beautiful girlfriend, and they just stood next to a wall and listened like a bunch of idiots, so am I really losing here? No.”You laughed, and Rake gave you another kiss on the lips before standing up, putting on his clothes, and walking off to visit the other room.

He knocked on the door to the room, and Ryan answered the door with a look of annoyance on his face. “Oh good, you guys are done. Do you need something? I don’t think you wanna see what’s going on in here.” Before Rake could ask what he meant by this ominous phrase, Ryan opened the door wider and let him in to reveal a scene straight out of a horror movie; Novak had his ear to the shared hotel wall and was jerking off his nonexistent dick, Bam, Dico, and Raab were in various states of disgust as they rolled around on the floor in laughter, and Frantz was on the couch with his comic book covering his eyes as he yelled about how Novak had no respect for himself or anyone else and how he was gonna make him sleep in the bathtub if he didn’t put his shrimp dick away. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Everyone turned to look at Rake, and Frantz put down his comic book, the look of disgust on his face turning into one of amusement. “Oh hey, Rake! So, is it a boy or a girl?” Rake stared at him in confusion for a second until he realized what Frantz was getting at, and he rolled his eyes. Novak turned his attention away from his cock long enough to shoot a wide-eyed look at Rake. “Holy fuck, Rake, that’s true, you could have totally gotten (Y/n) pregnant just now.” Everyone stared at Novak in disbelief, and Bam shook his head. “That’s not how it works, dumbass.”

Novak shot Bam a confused look. “What do you mean that’s not how it works? He just came inside her, we all heard it, so now she could be pregnant.” Rake picked up the bags he’d left in the room and grabbed you a drink from the mini fridge, rolling his eyes at Novak’s logic as he moved to leave the room. “The pregnancy doesn’t happen automatically, stupid, it takes a while.” Novak shook his head in frustration and went back to jerking himself off, prompting disgusted groans from the entire room. “You guys aren’t making any sense, I’m just gonna keep doing what I was doing.” Frantz made a face. “Novak, what are you even jerking off to? Rake and (Y/n) stopped fucking like ten minutes ago, you’re just listening to a wall at this point.” Rake didn’t stick around long enough to hear Novak’s rebuttal, quickly walking back to the other room to give you your drink. When he came in, effortlessly carrying the heavy bags and your drink in his hands, you smiled and pretended to swoon. “My big, strong hero.” Rake laughed, setting the bags down and handing you your drink with a look of affection. “That’s what I’m here for, honey. Here, let’s get into that full body massage I promised.”

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

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

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

@asskickedbygirl tagging you in all my stuff as always.

“God, I’m getting old.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@chasingwinehouse I did this for you and you only….also fuck tumblr for not letting you comment on my stuff, now I have no reason to even use this app :( Tumblr, please free my girl.

Just assume this is Rake’s scientist character from Minghags or an AU where Rake’s a mad scientist and not just a chemist.

Note: It was hard to find a good pace that fit my original description and goals for this fic while also including the readers reactions, so your reactions to all the stuff Rake does aren’t really featured that much. The focus is on Rake being a hot sexy kinda weird scientist. Sue me.

Warnings: Smut, Female Reader, Mad scientist kink, Rake is a scientist and he “experiments” on you sexually, oral sex (male receiving), bondage (you’re strapped down to an examination table)

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“Alright, miss, go ahead and lay down for me and I’ll get you all set up.” Rake led you into the lab, gesturing towards the examination table, and you obediently laid down on your back, arms down at your sides as the scientist strapped you down to the table. The fact that the straps were needed made you feel slightly apprehensive, which must have been apparent on your face, prompting Rake to stroke your hair with one hand, pushing it out of your face with a reassuring look. “Don’t be nervous, (Y/n), it’s just gonna be a few routine experiments. Nothing major, nothing painful.” You nodded, forcing a small smile. You were still a little nervous, but you pushed it aside; you’d already agreed to let Rake try out a few experiments on you, and besides, he seemed to know what he was doing. His calm, cool demeanor soothed your fears at least a little bit, and you relaxed against the table, ready to let him do whatever he wanted.

Rake stepped away from the table long enough to put on a pair of medical gloves and a long white lab coat, pushing his wild, curly hair back behind his shoulders to keep it out of his way, and then he grabbed a clipboard and made his way back over to you. He scribbled a few things down on the clipboard, pausing every now and then to let his eyes briefly wander over your body, and then he set the clipboard down on the countertop and turned his full attention to you, eyes flashing with the slightest hint of excitement as he loomed over you. “Alright, let’s begin.” His hands immediately moved up to the button-up shirt you’d been given specifically to wear for this experiment, and he quickly unbuttoned the top few buttons to expose your breasts. “Experiment one—how long will it take for the subject’s nipples to respond to being stimulated?” He pulled a little timer out of the pocket of his lab coat and pressed the button to start the time, setting it down on the countertop as his hands moved up to examine your breasts.

Rake’s movements were quick and methodical, his expression unreadable as he stared down at your breasts and groped them firmly in his gloved hands. He circled his thumbs over your nipples, applying the slightest amount of pressure as he waited for them to get hard, gently pinching them between his fingers to coax them along. Sure enough, your nipples quickly hardened under his touch, and Rake pressed the stop button on his timer with one hand as his other hand continued to play with your boobs, a split-second look of dark lust on his face as you let out a soft moan. “5.3 seconds. Fascinating.” He whispered the last word to himself, like he’d forgotten you were even capable of hearing him; at this point, you were probably just a test subject to him, at least for the duration of this experiment. He gave your breast another gentle squeeze and then begrudgingly pulled away to scribble something down on his clipboard, still glancing over at your hard nipples every now and then as he recorded his results.

“Alright, experiment two.” Rake set the clipboard down again and promptly pulled your pants down to your knees to expose your panties before you could even react, that same wickedly lustful look in his eyes reappearing for a brief moment as he stared down at your barely-clothed pussy. “How long will it take for the subject to become aroused in response to stimulation? Or, in simpler terms—how long will it take for you to get wet from me rubbing your tight little pussy?” Rake’s voice still sounded as professional and composed as ever for the most part, but with the last sentence you could hear the faintest hint of dark glee in his tone, like he was just barely concealing how much this little experiment was exciting him. He pulled your panties aside and gently pressed two of his gloved fingers against your pussy, using his free hand to start the time on his little timer again, and then he rubbed them in a circle over your clit, pressing down with enough force to elicit a small moan from your lips as he pushed the tips of his fingers inside you, moving them around to stretch your tight walls out as he waited to see how long it would take to make your pussy dripping wet.

Rake’s fingertips expertly played with your pussy, his eyes fixated on the space between your legs as he chased after the wetness he was seeking. He didn’t have to wait long; it was only a few seconds later that his fingers were slickly sliding in and out of you, and the look of satisfaction on his face was apparent as he stopped the timer once again. “10 seconds exactly. How interesting. Even better than I could have predicted, actually.” You weren’t sure what he meant by this, but you didn’t have time to ask him to elaborate before he was already scribbling down his findings onto his clipboard, the smallest of smirks beginning to appear on his face as he read over the next part of the experiment. “I think that’s enough timing for now. Let’s move on to the examination.” He set aside the timer to free up both of his hands, one of which he immediately moved up to your lips to push two fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva as he “examined” the inside of your mouth. With his other hand, he roamed over your bare breasts and exposed pussy again, but instead of looking at them, his focus was on your face as he observed your each and every reaction.

He stroked your inner thighs, rubbed his fingers over your clit, groped your breasts, played with your nipples, pinched and squeezed at your hips, toyed with every part of your body he could reach as the thinly veiled look of dark lust in his eyes became more and more obvious, the smirk on his face widening with every moan and gasp and whine that was suppressed by his fingers being in your mouth. Every sound and facial expression you made seemed to spur him on more, his innate need to observe you as his own personal test subject only being fed more and more by how reactive you were to his touch. The look in his eyes became slightly crazed as he felt you clench up around his fingers, your soft moans muffled by the fingers on his other hand as they stuffed your mouth. Your saliva dripped from your mouth and coated his gloved fingers, and a twisted smile crossed Rake’s face as he pulled the digits from your mouth with a slick ‘pop’, his voice still eerily casual and professional as he spoke. “There’s one more experiment I need to conduct before I can let you off of that table. I need to do a further examination of that slutty little mouth of yours.” Rake quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling his long, hard, thick cock out with another devious and slightly unhinged smirk that contrasted heavily with the professionalism of his lab coat and clean white medical gloves.

He loomed over you with that same chillingly dark look as he pressed the tip of his cock to your lips and immediately thrust it into your mouth, your lips stretched around his fat shaft as you lay there on the table, totally at his mercy. There was no time, no scribbling things down on a clipboard, no real observations; this was just a mad scientist using his test subject as he pleased. He fucked your throat in the same way he’d touched you earlier, with a quick and methodical pace that seemed to hide a sense of dark, sadistic glee, like he was holding himself back from recklessly ravaging your throat just to see how you would react. Spit dripped from the corners of your lips, Rake’s cock head rammed the back of your throat and the inside of your cheek repeatedly, and his gloved hands held both sides of your face to keep your head steady as he fucked your mouth over and over again until finally, after one particularly powerful thrust, he filled your mouth with his cum, letting out a dark and twisted laugh as he did so. He finished, pulled his cock out of your mouth, and tucked it back into his pants, staring down at you with the slightest hint of amusement as he watched you swallow his cum. “Well, I’d say this experiment was a success, wouldn’t you?”

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The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Smut Drabble] (Dico, Raab, Rake, Frantz, Novak, Bottaro, Jess)

@lieutenant-cinnamon-roll thank you for the great request and for the awesome Dico idea!

@chasingwinehouse thanks for giving me literally too many ideas to mention. Ily <3

In this one, the boys agree to try out a new kink for you (it’ll be a different kink for each boy), to varying degrees of success, meaning some of the scenarios will be successful and some will not. Just depends on the guy. The kink in question will be put next to each boy’s name in parentheses as a warning. Dico and Novak’s parts are pretty much purely comedic in nature, but the rest are very smutty. Also I am VERY MUCH AWARE that Raab’s photo is blurry as hell but it’s such a cute photo that I just had to use it. Gimme a pass here.

Warnings: Female reader, Cursing, you can guess the rest (check the parentheses), PERIOD STUFF in the last one with explicit blood references

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Brandon DiCamillo (Roleplay):

“Keep going, my dear, I’m so close to inventing electricity again! I’ve almost found it, I’ve got to go through the circular district and then it’ll come right out of the clouds and—” You listened to your boyfriend ramble theatrically about his need to rediscover electricity as he thrust his cock inside you, his pointy 1700s-style hat poking against your forehead every time he looked down at you and his scratchy ruffled collar tickling your neck. You wrapped your arms and legs around his back to pull him closer to your body so his cock would go deeper inside you, trying your best not to burst out into laughter at the sight of your boyfriend fucking you while dressed like a founding father. Earlier that day, you had made the mistake of casually mentioning to Dico that you were mildly interested in trying out roleplay as a way of spicing things up. Dico had told you to wait on the bed while he went into the bathroom to change into an outfit; you’d expected him to surprise you by dressing up as a professor or maybe even a doctor, but instead he walked into the bedroom wearing his Benjamin Franklin outfit, already in character with the same accent and mannerisms he’d used for the CKY bit. You really weren’t that bothered by it, all things considered; sure it was weird as hell, but you had asked him to spice the sex up a little bit, and this was certainly one way to do it. Dico quickened his pace, throwing his head back so hard it knocked his wire-framed 1700s glasses askew, which made it even harder for you not to laugh. “Dear Lord, madam, your bits are crackling with pure energy, this may be the source of electricity I’ve been seeking all along! Keep going, my dear, lightning is about to strike!” You stared up at him in confusion. “Does that mean you’re about to cum, Dico?” Dico didn’t break character for even a moment. “Dico? My lord, you harlot, how many men have you lured into your bedchambers before me? Tis I, Benjamin Franklin! Inventor of electricity!” He thrust inside you one more time, throwing his head back and loudly mumbling gibberish about lightning striking as he came inside you, his pointy hat falling off as he dramatically jerked his whole body around like he was being struck by lightning; he pulled out of you and fell off the bed, tumbling onto the ground and continuing to jerk around on the carpet like he’d just been shocked by a lightning bolt. You moved to the edge of the bed and stared down at him in confusion. “What the hell are you doing, Dico—fuck, sorry, I mean Benjamin Franklin.” Dico promptly stopped writhing around on the floor and glanced up at you with a grin. “Dear Lord, madam, I was right! That pussy of yours is positively electrifying!”

Verdict: Successful, for Dico at least. Maybe next time he’ll branch out and try Rut Ru.

Brandon Novak (Food Use):

“You think I should try to put the whipped cream everywhere or just focus on the cock?” You shook the can of whipped cream in your hand as you pushed on Novak’s bare chest to make him lay back against the pillows, admiring the sight of his naked body as you deliberated over where to put the cream first. Novak grinned, jerking his hips up a little bit to draw your attention to his cock from where it sat firm against his thigh. “Come on, babe, you know you wanna go straight for the cock.” You laughed. “True. Alright, hold still then.” You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you shook the whipped cream can one more time and then squirted a bit of it on the tip of Novak’s cock, grinning when the tiniest of gasps slipped from his lips. You leaned down and lapped up some of the soft white cream from the head of his cock, causing Novak to moan softly and curse under his breath. “Does it feel better with the whipped cream or no?” Novak nodded. “It’s like lube, it really slicks everything up. Can you put it on the whole thing? Like get it all over the balls, too.” You nodded and squirted the cream all over his shaft and his balls, completely covering it and then leaning down to lick a stripe of it off from the underside of his cock. Novak’s hips jerked again, and he groaned. “Damn, that’s good. Lemme see that for a sec.” He reached out for the can, and you handed it to him, licking up another stripe of cream from his shaft, and he promptly squirted at least half the contents of the can directly into his own mouth, whipped cream smearing all over his mouth and dripping down his face as he tried to swallow the entire mouthful. You burst out laughing, trying to take the can back from him before he could waste anymore of it. “Jesus, Brandon, way to use up all our supply! That’s my only fucking can, gimme it.” Novak shook his head and pulled it away from you with a grin, going for another mouthful, but you managed to smack it out of his hands, resulting in whipped cream squirting everywhere; all over the floor, all over the walls, all over Novak, and all over you. “Nice going, dickhead, we’re gonna have to clean all that shit up now. I guess that little sex experiment is over.” Novak shrugged. “According to you. We’ve still got plenty of whipped cream to use, babe, we just have to get a little creative with it.” He grabbed your whipped cream-covered arm and licked it clean, and you playfully rolled your eyes. “You’re so nasty, Brandon….I’ll give you $5 if you lick all the whipped cream off the wall.” He grinned. “$10 and I’ll lick it off the floor, too.”

Verdict: Successful in that you and Novak had a very good time! Very tasty way to spend the day. Maybe not the sexiest, though, especially when you’ve got an attention span as short as Novak’s.

Chris Raab (Handcuffs + Sex Toy):

“It feels weird not being able to touch you when we do stuff like this. I feel like a criminal that just got taken in by the police.” You giggled at Raab’s comment as you finished putting the handcuffs on him, keeping his hands restrained behind his back so he couldn’t move them at all for what the two of you were about to do. “That’s kinda the point, baby, they’re handcuffs. Listen, if they get too uncomfortable or you just don’t like them then let me know and I’ll take them off. I have a feeling you’re barely gonna notice them after I start, though.” You picked up the main event of this little sex scenario you and Raab were about to engage in: a purple silicone vibrator. Just the sight of it seemed to make Raab antsy, and he leaned back against the chair he was sitting in, anxiously tapping his foot as he waited for you to use the toy on him. He was already completely naked, his little cock hard against his thigh and his nipples dark and hard against his pale skin. You kneeled down on the floor between his legs in front of the chair, gently parting his thighs to give yourself better access as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. Raab’s sensitive thighs twitched, his hips bucking up against your touch as he waited for you to turn the toy on; you leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock, wanting to stretch this out for as long as possible just to get Raab even more worked up, and the soft whine that left his mouth made it clear you succeeded. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop dragging it out, baby. Here, hold still.” You turned the toy on, cooing over Raab when he flinched at the vibrating noise, and then you gently pressed it to the tip of Raab’s cock, grinning when he immediately threw his head back with a loud whine, his arms struggling against the handcuffs like he was desperate to be able to grab at something. You pressed it more firmly to his cock head and he bucked his hips up, his mouth falling open as a series of pathetic little moans left his lips. “How’s that feel, baby, you like that?” He nodded desperately, trying to push his hips up more so he could feel more friction on his cock. “So good, (Y/n), thank you so much.” You smiled, moving the vibrator around in a circular motion over his slit, and Raab’s eyes fluttered shut, panting softly as a line of drool started to drip from his lips. “Aw, poor baby. I knew you’d like this. Here, let me see what happens when I move it down a little bit….right here.” You moved it up and down the length of his shaft, and right on cue, Raab moaned again, his cock twitching each time the vibrator reached the tip or the base as he railed against the handcuffs once again. “Fuck, please take the handcuffs off, (Y/n), I need to grab something so bad, it’s too much, please take them off—” You reached around and clicked them off one-handed without skipping a beat, and Raab immediately reached out for you to hold his hand with your free hand as you continued to moved the vibrator over his cock, his legs shaking as he got closer to cumming. You ran it over his tip one more time, and his cum immediately spurted from the slit, shooting out more intensely than you’d ever seen before. When he finished, he slumped back in his chair, red-faced and panting. You grinned. “No handcuffs, aye? I guess my idea for a police officer roleplay is out of the question.”

Verdict: Half successful! Throw out the handcuffs but keep that vibrator in a drawer for later.

Jess Margera (Lingerie + Garters):

“Alright, Jess, this whole getup took me at least fifteen minutes to put on, so I better hear some fucking applause when I come out.” You stepped out of the closet to reveal the sexy lace lingerie and garters you’d put on, twirling around to show it off from all angles, and Jess good-naturedly clapped his hands like you’d asked, a massive grin on his face as he took in the sight of you in such sexy clothing. “God, babe, I don’t even know what to say, you look amazing.” You smiled, strutting over to him in your heels and pulling him down to kiss you. “I better! This stuff was not easy to put on, let me tell you, the lace got caught on like two different clothing hangers while I was changing and I almost broke my ankle when I first put the heels on.” Jess laughed, giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead and then pulling away to look you over again. “Well all your hard work definitely paid off. You look like a fucking goddess, I can’t wait to get my hands all over you in that sexy ass lingerie. Maybe I should sit in a chair and you can just sit in my lap?” You nodded, pointing towards the chair that was across the room, and Jess eagerly sat down, watching you with a look of awe as you strutted seductively across the room towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you sat down in his lap with your ass pressed against his crotch. He cursed under his breath, running his hands over the lace underwear and the sexy garters appreciatively. “You’re not planning on taking this off, are you? I know sometimes the girl just straight up takes it all off when it’s time to fuck but I’d really love it if you kept it on.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Of course I’m keeping it on! You think I’d go through all the hard work of putting it on just for it to end up on the floor while we fuck? No way!” He grinned. “Good. Come here.” He pulled you down to kiss him again, his hands wandering over your breasts and rubbing at your inner thighs through the lace, and then he pulled the panties aside to rub at your pussy with his index finger, gently pushing his fingertip inside you to stretch you out as he felt your tight wet pussy. “Those heels look sexy as hell too, babe. You can kick them off, though, I don’t want your feet to hurt.” You grinned. “You’re a saint, Jess.” You kicked them off, stretching out your legs and then getting up and turning around so you could face Jess while you sat in his lap, his finger instantly pushing inside you again as he kissed a line down your neck. You could feel his cock hardening underneath you, and you lifted yourself up off of him long enough to unbutton and unzip his pants and fish his cock out, jerking it slowly in your hand and smirking when Jess’s finger started to push inside you with even more intensity than before. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” You smiled. “Is it too early to ask you to go ahead and put your cock inside me?” Jess shook his head. “In that outfit, you could ask me to fuck you in a Walmart shopping cart and I’d say yes.”

Verdict: 100% success! If you ever want Jess to do something, just ask him while you’re wearing the lingerie and garters and he’ll never say no.

Joe Frantz (Slapping/Pain Kink):

“Slap me.” Frantz’s rough thrusts immediately came to a halt as he stared down at you in shock. “What was that, sweetheart?” You went slightly red, feeling a little embarrassed about your request, but you repeated it. “Slap me across the face. Just once. I wanna see how it feels, I feel like maybe it could be kinda hot.” You’d never seen Frantz look so nervous before; as rough as he was during sex, he was not violent, and slapping you might have been a little outside of his comfort zone. Nevertheless, he hesitantly nodded his head in agreement, resuming his rough thrusts so that his cock was stretching out your tight pussy as he moved his hand up to rub over your cheek, seemingly psyching himself up to do as you had asked. He gently pulled the hand back and then delivered an extremely weak slap, barely even hitting your cheek, and you shot him a look of understanding. “It’s okay, baby, you can be a little harder than that. Just slap me one good time, really bring your hand back and slap me. I won’t get upset, I promise.” Frantz still looked nervous, but he brought his hand back even further than before and then brought it down again, this time at least hitting your cheek hard enough to make a noise but not enough for you to feel it. “Maybe just a little harder, Frantz, like really slap me. Act like I’m someone you absolutely hate. Slap me as hard as you’re fucking me right now.” Frantz thrust his cock inside you once more, pounding your g-spot with his cock head, and then, one last time, he pulled his hand back and slapped you across the face—hard. Your cheek was burning, your mouth was slightly open in shock, and your pussy was throbbing from how turned on it made you, but Frantz immediately stopped his thrusts and shook his head with a guilty look on his face. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry, I can’t do this. Hot sauce.” As soon as he said the safe word, you unwrapped your legs from around his waist and let him get off of you, sitting up to rub his back soothingly as he rubbed his hands over his face. Frantz rarely ever used the safe word, given that he was pretty much always in charge of everything, but when he did say it, it was pretty serious. “I’m so sorry, baby, I know you probably liked that but I just can’t hit you like that. It feels abusive.” You shook your head, pulling him closer to hug him with your arms wrapped around his neck. “Oh, don’t be sorry, Frantz, I shouldn’t have just asked you like that so impulsively. Next time I’ll ask about stuff like that before we start, I just randomly thought of that and figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You don’t have to do it again, don’t worry.” Frantz hugged you back for a moment and then pulled away to rub the cheek he’d slapped, which was bright red. “Man, I wish I hadn’t done it so hard, baby, it looks like it hurts.” You shook your head. “Nah, it doesn’t hurt. It’s kinda like when you spank me.” Frantz grinned as he remembered you were still naked, his hands moving down to grab at your ass. “No more slapping you, but I’ll gladly smack these cheeks any day of the week.”

Verdict: Not successful. Frantz likes it rough, but slapping is just a little too far for him. He’d rather bring his hand down on your ass, not your face.

Lord Bottaro (Choking):

“It’s not a big deal, baby, just wrap your hands around the bottom of my throat and squeeze a little bit. Here, let me….yeah, right there.” You helpfully guided your boyfriend’s hand down to the base of your neck, helping him wrap his thick fingers around it as he stared down at you with sheer confusion. “I hope you know I’m only doing this because I love you and you asked nicely.” You laughed, patting his hand reassuringly and pulling him down to give him a kiss. “It’ll be fine, baby. The second you feel uncomfortable, just say so and we’ll stop doing this and go right into having sex, how does that sound?” He seemed slightly more reassured by this; if the choking had been during sex, he probably wouldn’t have agreed to it, but you had offered to let him do it before the sex, like a fucked up little appetizer. “Alright, now just slowly press down a little bit. Not too much yet. Give it a few seconds, and then press down a little more. I’ll tap your hand if it’s too much.” Bottaro nodded and hesitantly pressed down on your neck with the smallest amount of force possible, gauging the look on your face like he was scared you were gonna start gasping for air. You smiled reassuringly at him, nodding for him to continue, and he applied a little more force, just enough for you to actually start feeling it. It felt good, and you were already starting to get wet; the look of enjoyment on your face seemed to relax him a little bit, and he stroked your face and pushed your hair out of your eyes with his free hand as he tightened his grip just a little bit more, enough to where it was actually starting to affect your breathing a little bit; you had to open your mouth just slightly to take in more air, and this immediately brought back his nervousness, so he loosened his grip a little once again. You just smiled up at him patiently, offering one of your hands for him to hold with his free hand, and he gratefully accepted it, gently squeezing your fingers with his big, warm hand as he tried to let himself tighten his grip once again. Your pussy was starting to throb, and you squeezed your legs together to take off some of the pressure as he pressed down more firmly on your neck, eyes still locked on yours to make sure you didn’t look at all scared or intimidated. Just as you could feel your face starting to get a little red, Bottaro took his hand away and sighed. “Sweetie, I know you really wanted me to do this, but I feel like a serial killer right now. Can we stop here?” You sat up and nodded, kissing him on the cheek. “Of course, baby, thanks for at least trying. It felt really good.” He smiled. “I’m glad you at least got something out of it.” He pulled you in to kiss him again, his boner forming against your thigh as you rubbed your hands over his back, and when you pulled away, you shot him a suggestive look. “Tell you what. How about I give you a blowjob for being so brave and trying that out for me?” He grinned. “I have been pretty brave, haven’t I?”

Verdict: Not successful. Please don’t ever ask him to do that again. He felt like a serial killer.

Rake Yohn (Period Sex)

When it came to what Rake liked and disliked, Rake was a fairly simple man. There were two things that he disliked above all other things: one was mustard, and the other was period blood. So when you offhandedly mentioned period sex to him during a conversation about interesting kinks you’d been thinking about, you had expected him to quickly turn it down. Rake was very caring and loving and respectful when you were on your period, and he’d gladly help you wash anything you got blood on, but the idea of having his dick inside you while you were bleeding seemed like something that would be too much for him. But, to your surprise, he had agreed, which was why you were now laying on the bed with a towel under you as Rake lined his hard cock up with your pussy. “You know there’s still time to back out of this, baby. I don’t want you to pass out in the middle of this.” Rake sent you a look, leaning down to give you a quick kiss as he pressed his tip against your entrance. “I’m not gonna pass out, princess, I’m not afraid of period blood. I just don’t really like touching it.” You smirked. “And yet you’re about to have your entire dick covered in it, all because I brought it up once.” Rake just shrugged. “Listen, all the other guys have sex with their girls when she’s on her period, and I don’t want you to feel left out, so I’m at least going to try. Don’t think for a second that you gross me out, okay, your body is beautiful and you’re strong as hell for dealing with this shit every month. I’ve just always had a weird thing about period blood, that’s all.” You smiled. “I know, baby, and that’s sweet of you to be willing to try it, but again, there’s still time to back out. I just feel like you’re gonna pretend to like it just to please me but then you’re actually gonna hate it.” Rake kissed you on the forehead and shrugged. “I guess we’ll see, honey. I mean, I’m still getting to have sex with you, so it sounds like a win to me. Alright, here goes…” Rake pushed his tip in, clearly a little more hesitant than he was letting on, and as soon as he felt the sensation of the period blood around his dick, he stopped right in his tracks. “Wow. That feels…I did not expect that at all. Okay. Um…guess I’ll do a little more.” He pushed it in more, his thick shaft stretching you out as he slid into your slick wet pussy. One of his hands was balanced protectively on the bed so he could hold himself up, the other on your waist so he could rub his hand over your hips, and you felt his grip immediately tighten on your hip the more he pushed his cock in. So far, he was doing very well, much more so than you had expected him to. Now all he had to do was just pull it out and push it back in a few times. “Maybe this isn’t so bad. It’s as slick as a slip-n-slide, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Here, now I just need to–” Rake pulled his cock out of you and immediately stopped talking as he stared down at his shaft, which was now coated with your period blood. You could see the look of absolute horror starting to appear on his face, and you tried to force yourself not to laugh. “Rake? Baby? Earth to Rake? You can stop now, you look like you’re gonna have a stroke. Here, come on, I’ll clean you off with the towel.” You used part of the towel under you to wipe Rake’s shaft off, and he tucked it back into his pants with a look of guilt. “God, baby, I’m sorry, I just…it didn’t bother me at all until I saw it on my dick.” You laughed. “Rake, I told you I understood. It was nice of you to at least give it a shot, but I knew it wasn’t gonna work out at all. And you say you’re not afraid of period blood…you looked like you were about to pass out.” Rake nodded. “Yeah, I know. Listen, baby, I really am sorry. As soon as your period’s over, I owe you some lip service. I’ll make you a coupon for five free sessions of me eating you out.” You smirked. “Rake, you’d eat me out for free without the coupon.” He grinned. “Touché.”

Verdict: Literally the farthest thing from success. Rake loves and adores you and your body but as he’s said before, period blood is up there with mustard as one of his least favorite substances.

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soupsuckz · 1 year

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nsfw hcs for vlb!!

♡ i really hope this is okay!! i dont usually write for ryan and rake, so hopefully it's not awful. i can do a prt 2 with cky dudes or other ppl if you guys want!! ♡

bam

100% a bratty sub

probably a sex fiend

im serious when he wants it he will get it no matter what

whines a lot

"please, ive been so good"

he never is though

EDGING!!!!!

he definitely teases you in front of other ppl

just a subtle whimper or readjustment of his dick

dico

super goofy every time

prefers reverse cowgirl so he can grab your ass

i have a feeling that he has a thing for food play

rlly sloppy when he eats you out

loves making random sex jokes when youre both in public to see your reaction

"god, i cant wait to stuff my dick in your ass" "dico!!" "what?"

literally obsessed w cumming on your tits

ryan

loves pulling your hair

calls you sweet names during sex like darling and honey

breeding/pregnancy kink?? idk i just think he has a fantasy for getting you pregnant and having you be a housewife

adores your tits

i mean adores like he thinks about them 25/8

"can i please see them" "ry we are in walmart" "please just a quick look"

takes pics of you naked and keeps them in his wallet

raab

this man is the cutest sub ever

likes calling you mommy/maam

boob man 100% no doubt in my mind

very whiny and touchy during

that being said he prefers comfy and intimate positions (missionary, reverse missionary, you sitting on his lap)

loves giving and receiving hickies

i dont think he necessarily likes pain but he enjoys being overstimulated

rake

dom!!!!

likes choking and hair pulling

calls you things like princess, baby, etc

this man is a god at fingering you

lots of bath/shower sex

"you look so good on my cock"

i think he would enjoy watching his dick disappear inside you

#jackass #jackass smut #cky #bam margera smut #raab himself #viva la bam #ryan dunn #rake yohn #brandon dicamillo

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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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The Viagra Story (Joe Frantz x Reader) [Smut] (Jackass, CKY, VLB)

This is based off of a story Frantz and Rake told on Frantz’s YouTube channel about how they took viagra together in Brazil way back in the day just to see if it would work. Apparently Frantz got a massive boner and was late for an important shoot because he had to go jerk off, and when he came back to Philly, his girlfriend at the time (the notorious smoker from Jersey) found the pack of viagra with one missing and very aggressively asked him if he liked, quote, “going to strange countries, popping viagra, and fucking strange women”. For the purposes of this story, the smoker from Jersey doesn’t exist and you are Frantz’s girlfriend instead. This one’s got a kink element to it, so read the warning beforehand to make sure you’re okay with reading this fic!

As always, thank you to @chasingwinehouse (my official Joe Frantz consultant) for the idea, the details, and the GIFs. Ily. Hope you enjoy this!

Description: Frantz decides to pop a viagra with Rake one morning while the Viva La Bam crew is in Brazil, just to see if it works. Unfortunately for him, it works a little too well, and now he’s got a raging boner right before an important shoot. In his desperation, he goes back up to his hotel room where you’re currently fast asleep in bed and he wakes you up, begging you to let him use you just this once so he can get rid of his boner.

Major Kink Warning: Mild somnophilia, letting Frantz “use” your body while you’re half-asleep, it’s all consensual and has been talked out at some point in the past but it’s still spur of the moment and you’re asleep for the first little bit.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Viagra Use, Mild Somnophilia (you’re still asleep when Frantz comes into the hotel room and he’s so desperate that he’s humping you from behind and moaning and rambling about how hard he is and it wakes you up and then he asks you to fuck; just assume that you’ve given him consent to do this kind of thing prior to this story taking place), Sleepy Sex, Morning Sex, Super Desperate Smut (Frantz is literally a mess and begs you to let him use you, telling you you don’t even have to move if you don’t want to cuz he’s just so desperate to cum), Consensual Kinky Smut, Frantz is still dominant and demanding to a degree but it’s out of pure desperation more so than actual dominance, plenty of aftercare and all that good stuff, again this is a healthy consensual kinky relationship

“Are you actually gonna take that, Frantz? That shoot is in like an hour, and I don’t think Bam’s gonna react too well to you showing up on set with a boner.” Rake took a bite of his pastry and stared at the pack of pills that Frantz was holding. “I just wanna see if it really works, it’ll be fine.” Frantz popped one of the pills in his mouth and took a sip of water to make it go down, sitting back in his chair as he waited for it to kick in. The pill in question? Viagra. The two men had decided to pay a visit to a pharmacy in the area, knowing that Brazil was a lot more lax about drugs and medications than the US, and while Rake had decided not to get anything out of fear of getting in trouble, Frantz had made the genius decision to buy Brazilian viagra, apparently under the assumption that it would either not work or would work ten times better than American viagra.

On any other day, this wouldn’t have been such a bad idea, but on this particular morning, the Viva La Bam crew was having an important shoot that Frantz needed to be at on time due to him essentially being the backbone of production. Said shoot was in less than an hour, which meant that taking the viagra right at that moment was a poorly timed decision that would very likely end up backfiring, not that Frantz had really given that any thought before he popped the pill. The two were now eating breakfast in the hotel where the crew were staying, Rake munching on a danish while Frantz waited for the consequence of his actions to kick in (AKA waited for his dick to get hard). What exactly his plan was for after his dick got hard was a mystery even to him, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. Maybe he’d just go up to his hotel room and take care of it in the bathroom without waking you up. It couldn’t possibly give him that much of an erection, right?

Wrong. Less than twenty minutes after popping the viagra, it kicked in, and it kicked in hard. His erection was so big and so stiff that it stuck out in his pants like a fucking baseball bat, and Frantz could already tell he wasn’t going to be able to walk normally until it went down. Not only was it the hardest his cock had ever been in his life, but it was also making him ten times hornier than any erection ever had; usually, when Frantz was hard, he could at least continue to think rationally until it either got taken care of or went down on its own. But right now, all he could think about was how fucking horny he was. Rake was rambling on about god knows what, having not yet realized that Frantz’s viagra had kicked in, and Frantz wasn’t registering a single word he was saying; all he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating at a million miles an hour as his vision started to get slightly blurry from how dazed he was. “I think for the shoot they want us to…and then we have to….and Bam is…Frantz…Frantz…Frantz are you good?” Rake’s voice eventually drifted into Frantz’s ears long enough for him to hear the last sentence, and he looked up at Rake, trying not to make the boner too obvious.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, I’m good. Listen, uh, I need to go to my hotel room for a little bit to…take care of something.” Rake blinked, taking another bite of his danish, and then a grin spread across his face. “The viagra kicked in, didn’t it?” Frantz’s face went red, and he nodded. “Yeah, it did, keep it down though. I don’t need everyone here to know I took Brazilian viagra for no reason.” He got up from his chair, trying to causally hold his coat in front of his massive bulge to hide it from the other people in the hotel dining room, and Rake burst out laughing, nearly choking on his pastry at the absurdity of the situation. “Fuck, sorry man, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at this whole fucking situation. Wait hold on, don’t you have to be at that shoot in like 40 minutes? You’re the most important person there, Frantz, I don’t think you can afford to miss that.” Frantz shook his head, too focused on his boner to really comprehend the situation. “I’ll have it figured it out before then, just go on without me.” He made his way to the hotel elevator, walking awkwardly from how massive his bulge was, and hurriedly pressed the button that led to the floor that you and him were staying on, getting off the elevator just as quickly as he’d gotten on to find his room.

He speed-walked down the hallway of the floor, eyes scanning the numbers of each room as he kept his bulge covered with his flannel jacket, and then his eyes landed on the right room—room 13. Frantz hurriedly took out his key card and swiped it, practically throwing the door to the hotel room open but then quickly stopping it from slamming when he remembered you were still asleep. The lights were all off, the slightest bit of sunlight peeking in through the hotel window, and you were curled up in the double bed, totally asleep. At the sight of you, Frantz instantly stopped in his tracks. Up until this point, his plan had been to just sneak off to the bathroom to jerk himself off a couple times and then quietly leave for the shoot, but as soon as he saw you, his brain immediately switched gears; he didn’t wanna just get off anymore, he wanted to get off with the help of his beautiful girlfriend, and he wanted to do it now. Frantz quickly made his way across the room, careful to step cautiously over the carpeted floor, ready to shake you awake to ask you for help, but then it occurred to him that waking you up was a massive dick move, and he stopped himself.

It was super early in the morning still, and you were clearly sleeping peacefully, so waking you up to ask you to fuck would just be cruel. But God he needed you so badly, badly enough to where he felt like a cat in heat; his massive erection was practically throbbing, his body felt so hot that he was nearly sweating, and his brain was so hazy and so intensely lustful that he could hardly think straight, all of his thoughts focused on one thing and one thing only: making himself cum. Frantz stood awkwardly by the bed for a moment, stuck between a rock (not wanting to wake you up) and a hard place (his boner), and then, in an act of pure desperation, he quickly took off his flannel, his shirt, and his jeans, crawling under the covers in just his boxers and moaning under his breath at the feeling of the blankets against his hard bulge. He spooned you, wrapping his arms around you as he gently pressed his hard cock against your sleeping form. Just pressing the bulge against your back was enough to send him into a frenzy; he felt his whole body shiver, his mouth falling open in awe at the feeling of his aching, eager erection being even remotely stimulated by you.

Frantz’s arousal was feverish at this point, and he quickly pulled your body closer to his, pressing his lower half even more firmly against your back, hooking one of his legs over yours to keep himself steady and burying his face in the back of your neck with his arms wrapped around you and his hands grabbing at the fabric of your pajama shirt. He desperately humped his bulge against your back, immediately letting out a loud moan and burying his face against your neck even more so than before in an attempt to hide the pathetic noises threatening to escape his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock had been this sensitive; one hump and he already felt like he was close to cumming. Frantz cautiously humped against you again, still level-headed enough at this point to be worried about waking you up, and it felt so good that he tightened his hooked leg around yours and quickened his pace, hurriedly thrusting his hips to grind his cock against your back over and over again. Little gasps and pants of breath fell from his lips, which he tried futilely to stifle by biting down on the fabric of your shirt, the soft cotton being the only thing stopping him from grinding his teeth together out of pure need.

“Feels so fucking good, goddamnit I need to cum so bad—” Frantz mumbled to himself, the words slipping incoherently from his mouth as he thrust himself against you with a sloppy, wanton pace, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck to distract himself as he blindly rutted his hard cock against you, his mind so hazy from lust that he’d completely thrown all cautiousness to the wind and was making zero efforts to keep from waking you up. Sure enough, after a particularly sloppy thrust where his bulge dragged over your back, you stirred from your sleep, just barely lifting your head up to glance back at Frantz with a confused look, eyes half-lidded and sleepy. “Frantz? Are you okay, baby?” Frantz shook his head, kissing your neck as he halted his movements long enough to explain the situation. “Rake and I went to a pharmacy earlier, and, fuck—I bought some Brazilian viagra to see if it would work, and fuck, baby, it really worked. My cock is so fucking hard right now baby, it hurts so bad, please just let me use you, please—” He trailed off, bucking his hips in desperation as he tightened his grip on your shirt and pressed his face against your neck, clearly ready to beg you to get what he wanted.

You turned your head a little more so you could face him, a look of concern on your face until your eyes landed on the massive bulge that was nearly straining the front of his boxers, quickly realizing why he was acting so strange. You reached down to palm the bulge, and Frantz’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, an uncharacteristically loud moan escaping his mouth as he bucked his hips against your palm. Your eyebrows raised, eyes still heavy with sleep and voice slightly raspy from having just woke up. “Fuck, baby, you’re hard as a rock.” Frantz nodded fervently, sitting up and crawling on top of you so his hard bulge pressed against your lower belly as he stared into your eyes with a desperate, lustful, spaced-out look, mouth slightly open as he panted in desperation. “Please let me use you baby, I need to feel your pussy around my cock, I can’t even fucking think straight right now from how horny I am and I’ve got that shoot soon and I need to cum so bad, just please, god, let me use you, you don’t even have to move if you don’t want to, you can just lay right here and take it like a good girl for me, just please let me use you, show me how good you can be for me, baby, I need you so badly.” He trailed off again, leaning down to feverishly press kisses to your neck as he physically resisted the urge to grind his bulge down against your belly.

You nodded sleepily, wrapping your arms around him to pull his body down against yours. “Use me as much as you want, baby, my body’s all yours.” Frantz’s body nearly collapsed against yours from how relieved he was at your words, pressing a line of messy, desperate kisses to your neck as he mumbled words of praise under his breath. “Fuck, thank you baby, you’re so fucking good for me, so helpful, thank you so much–” He hurriedly pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard cock, and your mouth fell open. Frantz’s cock was always big as hell on any normal day (it wasn’t called a ‘meat bat’ for nothing), but with the added effect of the viagra, it looked downright monstrous. It was extremely hard with an angry red color, and it was practically throbbing from how desperate he was to cum, drops of precum leaking needily from his slit. Frantz barely seemed to notice how hard it looked, his focus now entirely on fucking you and making himself cum; he tossed his boxers aside carelessly and pulled your pajama pants down, pulling your panties aside to frantically rub at your soaking wet pussy with two fingers, lightly pushing the tips of his fingers inside you to stretch you out in preparation for his hard cock. His fingers moved hurriedly and sloppily, his usual sense of control hindered by just how desperately hazy and lustful his brain was, and after a minute or so he eagerly pulled his fingers out, lining the head of his cock up with your pussy with a look of sheer anticipation on his face.

“Need to come so fucking bad, baby, need to pump my load inside your pussy, just lay right here nice and pretty for me and let me fuck you, okay?” It was phrased like a question, but you could tell Frantz wasn’t waiting for a response; he pushed his cock inside you, a loud, desperate moan instantly leaving his mouth as he recklessly thrust his hips forward so that his cock was already halfway inside you. He squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of your wet pussy wrapped around his cock, throwing his head back and panting wildly like an animal in heat as he thrust his cock as deep inside you as he could. His hands grabbed blindly at your hips and thighs, occasionally rubbing his hands over your clothed breasts or gripping a handful of the bedsheets to steady himself as another desperate moan left his lips. “God you feel so fucking incredible, baby, so fucking wet for me, fuck it feels so fucking good.” Frantz’s voice, usually very steady and sensual and well-planned out as he complimented you, was now needy and impulsive, words spilling from his lips with reckless abandon as he fucked you roughly with his thick, stiff cock. You ran your hands up his back, gripping at it and scratching it lightly with your nails as you tried your best to take his massive length like he’d begged you to.

You tightened up around his cock, digging your nails into his back, and he moaned with a low, guttural tone that made you shiver, quickening his pace so that his cock was quickly thrusting in and out of you with a sloppy, eager, frantic quality that you weren’t used to seeing from him. Frantz was usually very well-composed during sex, always good at being rough with you while still remaining in full control of his body and his pace. Now, his aching cock seemed to control him, his hips thrusting wildly and his stomach muscles flexing and jerking in a way that nearly made you drool from how sexy it was. Frantz was totally focused on fucking you, absolutely oblivious to everything except the feeling of your pussy around his cock and the sensation of his hands gripping your hips and the soft fabric of your pajama shirt. His hips slammed against yours, his cock buried deep inside you all the way to the base as his shaft stretched you out. “Fuck, I’m already so close baby, I need to fill your tight little pussy with cum so badly, I can’t fucking take it–” He shivered in ecstasy as he pulled his cock out so only his tip was inside you, your walls clenching up around him to add even further to the pleasure he was feeling. Frantz rubbed his tip over your wet folds as if he were trying to slow down and make himself wait at least a little bit, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown with raw desire, mouth hanging open as a flurry of mumbled curses left his lips.

He could only handle teasing himself for a few seconds before his impatience got the best of him and he hurriedly slammed his cock back inside you, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut again as look of euphoria crossed his face, clearly in heaven as he slid his aching cock back inside your tight wet heat. Frantz’s long hair hung down in his face as he fucked you, and you couldn’t resist reaching a hand up to grab at it, lightly tugging on it to further stimulate him and eliciting a shaky gasp from his lips as his hips stuttered. You could tell he was dangerously close to cumming, his thrusts getting even more sloppy and reckless and his moans getting louder and more desperate as he approached his climax. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m so close, sweetheart, gonna fill your pretty little pussy with cum, need to cum so fucking badly, feels like my cock’s gonna fucking explode–” His words got more and more desperate until he was borderline incoherent, blurting out every random word and expletive that came to his mind as he became focused on blowing his massive load inside of you. Frantz’s head was still thrown back, his eyes still shut as he blindly fucked you, and you cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down to kiss you; he returned it with a rough, needy, eager kiss that he punctuated with an especially deep thrust as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You wrapped your legs around Frantz’s back, forcing him down so his body was pressed up against yours in a much more intimate position, his thrusts starting to become slower and more intense as he neared his orgasm. The feeling of your warm, sweat-slicked body against his own and the rough kisses he was giving you seemed to send him into even more of a frenzy, and he buried his cock all the way inside you to the hilt, pressing his face into your neck and desperately rutting his hips forward in a manner similar to the way he had humped against your back earlier as he came with the loudest, most animalistic moan you’d ever heard in your life, his cock filling your pussy up with his cum and his hot, firm chest pressing right up against yours. His load was twice as big as usual, your pussy overflowing with his cum as he came for what seemed like at least a solid minute, and then finally it ended and Frantz collapsed against you exhaustedly, trying to catch his breath as he laid his head against your chest for a moment of peace. You gently wrapped your arms around him, letting him come back to his senses as you gently rubbed his back. After a moment, he lifted his head off of your chest and tenderly pulled his cock out of you, admiring the sight of it filled with his cum.

“So fucking gorgeous.” His voice was slightly lower than usual, most likely from how drained and exhausted he was, but it was definitely sexy. Frantz swiped his hair out of his face, his breath still slightly heavy and his face red as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling away with an apologetic look. “Are you okay, honey?” He soothingly rubbed his hands over your hips, frowning at the slight bruises he’d left from how tightly he had gripped them, and you nodded reassuringly. “I’m okay, baby, don’t you worry about me. That was incredible.” Frantz didn’t seem convinced, shaking his head with a look of shame. “I should have focused more on you, baby, I’m sorry. That viagra just made me so hard I could barely think straight, but I still should have been more gentle, not so rough and reckless with you. And I didn’t even make you cum, that was so shitty of me.” You sat up on your elbows and pressed a reassuring kiss to his lips, amazed by how genuinely upset he seemed about this. “Frantz, baby, you don’t understand. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He raised his eyebrows in shock. “Really?” You nodded, eyes widening in awe as you thought over how his behavior had been just a few minutes prior. “Are you kidding? Seeing you all desperate and wild and rough like that was amazing, baby, it really did something to me. And did you see what it did to your cock? I didn’t think your meat bat could get any more impressive, but it definitely did.”

Frantz’s usual geeky grin appeared, his face still red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I’m glad you actually liked it. There’s still nine pills left in the pack if you ever want me to use them again.” You grinned. “Sounds awesome.” Frantz patted your thigh affectionately and got up from the bed to grab a towel from the hotel bathroom, coming back to clean you up as he always did. He helped you pull your pajama pants back up, scanning the floor for his boxers and putting them back on before sitting back down on the bed and pulling you into his lap. You rested your head on his chest, and he gently rubbed your back, pressing little kisses to your face and neck as he enjoyed the moment of peace with you. After a moment, you pulled away with a concerned look. “Oh shit, baby, you’re gonna be late for that shoot!” Frantz’s eyes widened in alarm for a brief moment, but then he shrugged it off. “You know what, honey? They can wait. I’m gonna take care of my beautiful girlfriend first. I’ll go get you some hotel breakfast so you can eat it in bed, and then we’ll take a nice warm shower together and I’ll make sure you cum twice to make up for earlier. Then I’ll go to the shoot.” You shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “You’re willing to risk your career for Brazilian viagra?” Frantz grinned. “And for you, sweetheart.”

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