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b0nerf4rt · 2 years

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BUNK BUDDIES pt1 !

what its like to share a bed w/ the cky crew. platonically ofc 😋. jk.

warnings : swearing, afab!reader

dico, raab, rake, novak, bam, ryan

WARNING : swearing , afab!reader , really bad my b my b

dico :

- forces you to sleep on the floor with him if theres not enough beds left in the hotel room

- cuddles you without asking

- hes very touchy when hes tired

- likes to sleep w his head between your tits 🫢

- out of everyone on this list, hes probably the best to sleep with if you want to actually get rest

- curls up in a ball before he falls asleep, or he cuddles you like your a stuffed animal, and he doesn't let go until he wakes up

- likes to be that small spoon

- will wake you up if he can't sleep and talk about like tomatoes or something

- likes to mess around with your hair

- in the morning, he forces you to get up with him and go down to get breakfast

- will literally jump on you or the bed until you agree to go get breakfast with him

- for some reason he gets like frost bite cold at night

- he like completely latches onto you during the night so he can stay warm

raab :

- dont tell me this man wouldnt fucking snore right in your ear the entire night

- like completely on purpose

- hed situate himself with his wide open mouth that could catch flies as close to your ear as possible

- sometimes he sleeps in the hotel closets and he makes you sleep in there with him. no one knows why he sleeps in the closest.

- i lowkey feel like he brings a stuffed bear with him to the different hotels he stays at, but he keeps it hidden so the other guys dont mess with it

- your the only one who knows about his bear, it's name is reggie

- devious little man made it his mission to make it hard for you to sleep

- from the snoring to him farting in your face when your not paying attention

- but in the morning he brings you coffee and breakfast from the hotel dining room to make up for it

- refuses to let the other guys prank you while you sleep, only he can do that 👿

- tickles you just for funnsies

- turns the tv up to the loudest setting just to listen to the cops theme song, which annoys everyone in the room

- draws on your face with sharpie if you fall asleep before him, and ofc you do the same to him

rake :

- 100% ends up hogging the entire bed and youd wake up with him literally suffocating you because hes laying completely on top of you

- expect to find his hair strands in the most fucking weirdest places

- yknow when you get that one hair you find in your asshole in the shower, yeah, thats rakes

- yawns in his sleep ??

- i also feel like sometimes he falls alseep with his eyes open

- hes like a fucking heater during the night, and it doesnt help that he basically uses you as a mattress

- not much of a cuddler when he sleeps, but he does hog up the entire bed and the blankets

- youd probably fall asleep back to back and wake up with him sprawled completely over you

- he laughs about it when he wakes up, but in all honesty he couldve killed you by suffocation

- and you cant even wake him up when he does this because he sleeps like a fucking log

- sleep walks sometimes, so you have that to look forward to ig

- when he sleep walks he mostly just goes to the kitchen to sleep eat 🧍‍♀️

- one time you took fifty dollars from his wallet while he was asleep and he didnt even notice until the next night, you told him he left it at the hotel until he saw you buying like ten large pizzas for yourself

- after that he slept with his wallet in the pocket of his pajama pants

- sleeps with his socks on 🤮

- hes a fucking diva when hes tired.

novak :

- i feel like he sleeps with sunglasses on. idk why. but you find it fucking weird.

- likes to spoon you. gives you kisses on the back of your neck when he thinks your asleep

- all in friendly fun tho 😸

- makes you check for bed bugs before he even touches the mattress 💀

- he talks in his sleep a lot, like full sentences

- hates it when you touch him with your cold fingers

- late night make our sessions if your up to it

- the other guys in the room dont appreciate it tho

- still all fun and games he says 😸

- scratches your back if you ask for it

- you'll have to slap him sometimes because hes got wandering sleep hands

- doesnt wear pajamas and just sleeps in whatever he was wearing that day

- hogs all the pillows by 'accident'

- sometimes he strangles you in his sleep, also by 'accident'

- purposefully coughs or sneezes on you cuz he thinks its hilarious

- suprisingly not a very heavy sleeper

- very inconsiderate about letting you get to sleep or staying asleep 😒

bam :

- he totally sleeps naked and just becuase your a girl and sharing a bed with him doesnt mean hes going to change that

- hes either naked or falls asleep in his tight jeans

- expect to wake up with him in the most weirdest positions. like laying the opposite direction of how he fell asleep. or his ass up in the air and his face smooshed against the mattress.

- hes not much of a cuddler but sometimes you wake up with his head laying on your stomach

- also dont expect to get much sleep with him, he thrashes around so fucking much

- always gets a bed no matter how many are sleeping in the room because hes a drama queen

- uses your ass as a pillow a lot

- wakes you up by screaming in your ear sometimes, other times he wakes you by giving you kisses behind your ear. its either a nice awakening or a bad one.

- the second his head hits that hotel pillow, hes out like a light, so whatever position he fell asleep in he stays in, its like physically impossible to move him yourself, your just going to have to wait until he thrashes to another position

- tried to suffocate you with a pillow one night just to see your reaction

ryan :

- tries his best to not let the other guys mess with you while you sleep

- literally stays up half the night till the rest of the guys are asleep, watching over you so you wouldnt get pranked

- man is lowkey a gentlemen when it comes to women sleeping

- kisses your temples when your asleep, but only when your asleep

- keeps his distance from you unless you tell him it's okay to sleep next to you

- hes a big sleep cuddler

- so fucking awkward the first time, well it wouldve been awkward for you if you werent so fucking tired

- when you wake up during the middle of the night its probably from ryans beard tickling the back of your neck

- the first time he had to share a bed with you he built a wall of pillows so you wouldnt feel uncomfortable

- which you thought was ridiculous and used the extra pillows that made the wall as something to cuddle

- touches you with his cold feet when your on the verge of falling asleep because he thinks its funny

#cky crew #cky x reader #bam margera x reader #bam margera #ryan dunn x reader #ryan dunn #chris raab x reader #chris raab #rake yohn x reader #rake yohn #brandon dicamillo x reader #brandon dicamillo #brandon novak #brandon novak x reader

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vivaladicamillo · 1 year

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THESE PHOTOS OF RAKE ARE MAKING ME GIGGLE SO MUCH I THINK I HAVE A CRUSH

#hes so cute???!&/@@/&#i wanna hug him and kiss him #rake plz he looks so sweet #rake yohn #rake yohn x reader #cky #cky crew #cky clip #rake cky #cky x reader #jackass

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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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kunntzsstuff · 2 months

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🤲 dating johnny knoxville 🤲

#johnny knoxville #bam margera #cky crew #ryan dunn #brandon dicamillo #jackass #moodboard #dico #raab himself #rake yohn #cky #johnny knoxville x reader #jackass x reader #jeff tremaine

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jackasswhre · 7 months

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literally my all time favorite pictures that i will never ever get over ❤️

also johnny knoxville and norman reedus is the coolest dilf duo out there!!!!

and that picture of rake and dico is just burned into my brain oml

#jackass #jackass x reader #viva la bam #viva la bam x reader #bam margera #jackass number two #jackass the movie #johnny knoxville #brandon dicamillo #norman reedus #matthew gray gubler #rake yohn

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bleach-boyz · 7 months

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Chapter 6: The Bathroom

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warning: nsfw/smut

You finished shooting Haggard without ever talking to Ryan about what had happened. It was kind of awkward between you two, but you’d decided to follow his lead when handling the subject. If he didn’t find it necessary to bring it up, then you wouldn’t either. But it was hard.

Every day you came in to help film, you were reminded of the way it felt when he kissed you. When he’d look at you, your cheeks would flush, and you’d have to look away. It didn’t help that Bam and Joe were always there to snicker to themselves whenever you and Ryan had to shoot a scene together.

When you wrapped filming, you thought it might be good for you to have some time away from Ryan. You still desperately wanted him, but he hadn’t given you any indication since that day that he wanted you too.

You decided to take your parents on a vacation with you to London for a couple weeks with your Jackass money. You thought, besides being a good distraction from Ryan, it would be a good way to decompress from how busy you’ve been. You ended up asking Dico if he wanted to come too, and surprisingly, he agreed. He knew your family pretty well from growing up together, so it wasn’t at all uncomfortable for him to join.

You had the idea at the last second to not take your cell phone with you and convinced Dico to leave his as well. You knew if you were going to be able to successfully get your mind off of Ryan and work, you’d need to have it out of sight. Dico didn’t have as big of a reason to leave his, but you persuaded him to do it out of solidarity.

The trip was overall exactly what you needed it to be. You got to catch up with your parents and tell them stories from your travels, and every day you’d explore different areas of London with them and Dico. You’d get drunk with Dico at different pubs and bring up anecdotes from the past to laugh and reminisce about.

It was good to get to spend so much time with Dico because, even though you lived and worked together, you rarely hung out alone anymore. You both had separate responsibilities when it came to the projects you were working on, and when you went out at night, it was always as a group with the rest of the crew. Additionally, Dico had been dating a girl for a while and would spend a lot of his free time with her. He’s your oldest and best friend, and the trip really made you appreciate your friendship more.

When you got back home and checked your phone, you had a million missed calls from Bam, some random unknown numbers, and, surprisingly, a couple from Ryan. They had known you were going on vacation, but you realized you must have forgotten to tell anyone you weren’t bringing your phone. Dico also had a shit ton of missed calls, so you called Bam first to see what was up.

He explained to you both that MTV wanted to move forward with a reality show revolving around him, his family, and his friends titled “Viva La Bam”. You remembered some people at MTV tossing around the idea of a spin-off around the time the Jackass series ended, but you hadn’t heard too much about it in a while.

As with all Bam projects, you agreed to be a part of it, but it wasn’t without hesitation. Up to that point, you’d been mostly involved behind the scenes, shooting and directing more than participating on screen. Although the concept of being filmed wasn’t at all foreign to you, you weren’t entirely comfortable with it in this context. You’d be playing a character version of yourself and wouldn’t participate in anything on the production end of things. It scared you, but you figured it would still be fun.

Dico was also hesitant, as he had spoken out frequently about how much he hated corporate LA producers, but Bam insisted they’d still maintain a lot of creative freedom when it came to episode plots.

MTV had historically always operated on quick turnarounds, so it wasn’t surprising you’d start negotiations and shooting episodes soon for an October release date.

You asked Bam how he’d even have time for this with his already chaotic schedule and list of projects, including finishing editing the entire Haggard movie. He said that while you were gone, he’d been in an editing hole, not leaving his room for days, and had made an almost impossible amount of progress. You asked if he wanted you to help since you’ve helped before with editing, but he refused. He has always been a bit of a perfectionist with editing and maintained a clear vision of what he wants his projects to look like, which often leads to him refusing help. You get it, but sometimes he drives himself crazy doing it alone, so you reminded yourself to stop by his house every now and then to check up on him.

After you hung up on Bam and Dico went to take a nap, you contemplated calling Ryan back. You didn’t know if the calls were “Viva La Bam” related or if there was a chance he had wanted to talk about what was going on between you two. You opted to just shoot him a text explaining that you left your phone at home and asking what was up. He responded, saying it wasn’t important, which was suspect to you, but you decided there was no reason to push it.

Even though you were back in West Chester, you spent the following weeks as a bit of a hermit, not going out with the guys to bars or hanging out. Your vacation to London allowed you to reconnect with your parents and Dico, but you felt you needed some alone time to reconnect with yourself as well.

You hadn’t been handling your feelings in a healthy way for a while. You’d gotten used to distracting yourself with projects or partying and hadn’t really been taking any time to digest the way your life had been developing.

While things moving so quickly was often exciting, it had also been causing you a lot of anxiety as of late. You didn’t feel like you had any control over yourself anymore, like you’d been on autopilot for years. Things were just happening to you and around you constantly, and you’d been taking it passively.

You think this is probably why you've done nothing about your crush on Ryan for so long. You weren’t comfortable actively asserting yourself and making decisions. You wouldn’t intervene or take the wheel when faced with a choice; you’d just let things turn out as they may.

It was time to take your life into your hands. Your time alone made you realize that. You knew a step toward this would be being more vocal about the things you want and need to be satisfied. If being with Ryan would make you happy, you needed to make that known.

After a couple weeks of solitude, you decided it was finally time to get back to normal.

“I’ll go.” You say, heading to your room to put on some make-up. Dico had just invited you to meet the crew at a bar that night.

“Finally leaving your fortress of solitude?” Dico asks you, surprised. He’d gotten used to you turning down every invitation to hang out over the last few weeks.

“Is that Star Wars?” You ask from your room.

“No. We leave in an hour.” Dico replies, and you chuckle.

You haven’t seen or really talked to any of your friends, other than Dico, in a little over a month. You know that disappearing on them for so long wasn’t exactly a nice thing to do, and it would be fair for any of them to accuse you of being a bad friend for it. Though you don’t think any of your friends are the type to care too much, they’ll probably understand where you were coming from.

Now that you’ve had the time to work through your inner turmoil, you’ve realized that you really do miss the whole crew. There have been times in the past few years where you’ve gotten a bit sick of each other for no reason other than just being around each other too much. You knew it was natural to feel that way, but your break made you appreciate all that time together so much more. As much as any of them can get on your nerves, you never want to go without contact for that long again.

After an hour passes, you are ready to go, and Dico drives the two of you to the crew’s usual spot.

In the car, you think about how your interaction with Ryan will go. As much as you’ve missed all your friends, you’ve missed him the most. You can’t help but wonder if he’s missed you too.

You’ve resolved yourself to make a move and express how you feel to him whenever the time is right. You’re not putting any pressure on yourself for it to be tonight, but you know you need to do it soon.

Your fear of rejection has subsided quite a bit, but it’s not entirely gone. An outright rejection wouldn’t be too bad; you’re more afraid of him having had feelings for you a month ago but them being gone, or worse, him having met someone else in your absence. It would definitely be a worse feeling knowing your inaction was what cost you.

Once you arrive at the bar, you head inside and meet everyone else at a booth.

“Oh shit!” Raab says as you make your way over.

“Where the hell have you been?” Jenn asks as she gets up and hugs you. You smile and hug her back.

You look around and see Ryan grinning at you, and it warms your heart.

“I’ll go get us some High Life.” Dico says as he leaves to order with the bartender.

You sit on the side of the booth with Raab and Rake and across from Ryan, Bam, and Jenn. Your eyes float past Ryan, and you see that his grin has softened to a small smile.

“So what the fuck have you been up to?” Rake asks.

You go into some details about your trip to London, though you know Dico had probably already filled them in on anything interesting that had happened. There wasn’t much to tell from your alone time, so you let the conversation transition to the others telling stories of what you missed. Honestly, any time the CKY crew go out anywhere, there is bound to be a story to tell by the end of it, so there is no shortage of information for your friends to share with you.

“And then last week that chick was trying to fuck Ryan." Bam starts, and the others laugh as they remember what happened. You raise your eyebrows at Ryan, who is putting his head in his hands. You hold your breath in anticipation, already feeling a bit of jealousy stir inside you from the setup of the story.

“And she was like putting the moves on him, but he rejected her for some reason—even though he hasn’t gotten laid in like, months."

You see Jenn give you a look, and you know what she’s trying to imply, but you don’t believe the only reason Ryan would reject someone is because of you.

“So she got all pissed. It turns out she had a boyfriend, and she called him and told him Ryan like grabbed her ass or something. The boyfriend showed up and started yelling at Ryan. Soon he started pushing him, but we were all there thinking like what the fuck is going on, so the minute the guy threw a punch at Ryan, we were all on him. We took him outside, but he managed to weasel his way back to his truck with his skank before we could really fuck him up.” Bam finishes, and you shake your head.

"Ryan, you’re like a magnet for crazy ladies.” Dico jokes, and you smirk to yourself, knowing Dico also meant that as a jab to you.

“He’s the most unfortunate bastard I know.” Bam teases and throws his arm around Ryan’s neck.

“Poor you.” Raab says to Ryan sarcastically, and you chuckle.

"Alright, I’m going out for a cigarette.” You say and slide out of the booth. Jenn gets up with you and follows you through the crowd of patrons and out the front door.

“He’s still really into you.” Jenn says as you light your cigarette.

“Did you just come out here with me to tell me that?” You ask.

“Maybe.” She says and grabs your cigarette from you to take a drag herself.

"Well, I’m not gonna do anything while everyone is here.” You say, taking the cigarette back.

“Oh please, do you know how many times Bam and I have hooked up in bathrooms and cars and alleys while out with you guys?” Jenn asks.

“Unfortunately, I do, because you tell me every time.” You respond, and Jenn laughs.

“Just take a couple shots and see what happens. I’m so tired of you two pretending you don’t want to fuck.” She says and heads back inside.

You finish your cigarette while contemplating what Jenn said. You think of how exhausting and annoying it probably is for her and Dico to watch you constantly talk yourself out of making a move. You know that if you were in their shoes you’d be annoyed too.

Getting distance from all your past interactions with Ryan made you realize how unserious it all was, which is exactly what Jenn has been trying to communicate to you this whole time. You are constantly worried about making the “right” decision, but there is no right decision. You need to do what feels good to you.

When you go back inside, you go to the bar to take a couple shots, like Jenn told you to, in order to loosen up. You end up taking two tequila shots and then getting into a polite conversation with the bartender. You go to this bar all the time, so you have a report with all the usual staff.

After conversing about your vacation and other things for around ten minutes, you feel a hand on your back. You turn and see Ryan coming up beside you.

You’re starting to feel the effects of the shots in combination with the beers you’ve had tonight, and all you can think of is how cute he looks. His hair is a little longer than it was the last time you saw him, but other than that, he’s the same.

“You want another beer?” He asks, and you nod even though you should probably slow down. He orders two High Life’s from the bartender you were talking to, and you stay quiet until they’re sitting in front of you.

“I missed you.” You finally say after taking a sip. Ryan smiles.

“I missed you too.” He says and takes a seat next to you.

“I feel like when I left, it was kinda weird between us.” You say, allowing yourself to finally break the tension you’d been feeling between you for the past two months. You want to talk about it now, so you are going to talk about it now.

“Maybe.” Ryan says as he drinks his beer. Normally, such a non-answer would scare you off, and you’d change the subject, but that isn’t going to happen tonight.

“I know you know what I’m talking about. When we were filming Haggard, it got a little weird.” You say, standing your ground.

“Yeah, I guess it did.” He says, smirking a little bit. You wish he would say more.

“We never really talked about how, well, when we made out, it got heated.” You say, continuing to push the conversation where you need it to go. You need him to acknowledge the situation with you. You need to know that he felt the same way when it happened.

“It did.” He agrees, and you both go to drink more of your beer. It’s like talking about this is sucking all the moisture out of your mouths.

As you let your mind continue to be cast back to that night, you start to feel the desire bubble up inside you again. You remember his body on top of you, his lips on yours, and his hands all over.

“It felt good.” You say matter of factly, testing the waters. His eyes dart up to yours. You see surprise in his gaze, but it quickly shifts to something else.

“It did.” He agrees again, and you understand the look he gives you as pleading. It feels like he wants the same thing you do but is unable to communicate it himself. He needs you to keep going.

You look around and see the others at the same booth you were at earlier, paying you two no mind. You take another gulp from your beer and get up out of your stool. You hope you won’t regret this.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” You say to Ryan and turn away before you can see his reaction.

You try to keep your cool as you head to one of the single-stall bathrooms. Once you close the door, you let out a huge breath and start pacing. You feel pretty tipsy as the blood rushes to your head, and you can hear your heart thumping.

You don’t exactly know what you are going to do when Ryan gets there. You aren’t above having sex with someone in a dirty bathroom, but Ryan isn’t just someone. This is a situation that has been building pretty much since the moment you two met each other. It all feels so overwhelming.

After two painfully long minutes, you start to worry that Ryan won’t come, but soon after, you hear a knock on the door. You take a huge breath before opening it and pulling Ryan inside.

When the door closes, you lock it and gently push Ryan up against it. You look into his eyes and see the same hunger you saw back when you were filming. That’s all it takes for you to let go and crash your lips into his.

It’s just as fast and desperate as the last time. You both come at each other with such force that the kisses feel aggressive and almost competitive, like you're in a battle to prove who wants this more.

Ryan holds your waist, and one of his hands drifts down to grab your ass as you tangle your fingers in his hair. There’s no time for you to think about anything; it all feels too good.

You part lips, breathless, and start to take off Ryan’s shirt. Once it’s off, you take your own shirt off and go back to kissing him. His hands roam your body and grab your breasts as you drag your nails down his torso.

As your hands travel down, you pull on and play with the waistband of his jeans, teasing him. Ryan groans a little and grabs your hand to push it against his crotch. You’re surprised and then turned on when you can feel that he’s hard through his jeans.

You apply pressure with your hand, and he groans again and pulls his lips away from your mouth. You kiss his neck, continuing to massage him through his pants, enjoying the little sounds he makes.

“Please.” You think you hear him say, but it’s so quiet that you could barely make it out. You know then that it’s time to make a decision about what you want to do.

After giving his lips one last kiss, you fall to your knees and unbutton and unzip Ryan’s jeans. You slowly pull them down to realize that he isn’t wearing any underwear, so his cock springs free in front of you. You hold back your questions regarding his lack of undergarments for another time.

You look up at him, and he looks down at you. You’re suddenly a little nervous, but the lustful and needy look Ryan is giving you fills you with determination to make him feel good.

You grab his cock with your hand and give it a few pumps. You look up again as Ryan sighs and closes his eyes. After a few more tugs, you guide his tip into your mouth and suck on it softly.

“Fuck.” Ryan moans as he grabs onto your hair.

After teasing the head for a moment, you dive down deeper on his shaft, bobbing up and down and taking more and more of him into your mouth.

Ryan groans, and after a few moments, he can’t help but buck his hips, fucking into your mouth. You gag on reflex, and he lets go of your head as you get off his cock, coughing a little.

“Shit, sorry,” Ryan says, but you shake your head.

"No, it’s fine; I just wasn’t prepared.” You respond. If Ryan wants to be a little rough with you, you’ll let him. Plus, he’s not so big that you think you can’t handle it.

You grab his cock again and open your mouth, guiding his tip back inside. You then take his hand, place it back on your head, and look at him, giving him the okay to set his pace and fuck your mouth. He looks dazed.

“Shit, you’re insane.” Ryan says as he slowly starts to thrust into your mouth, gradually going faster.

His moans and the way he uses you to chase his own pleasure turn you on, and you try to keep it together, holding on to Ryan’s legs for support.

You do your best to breathe through your nose, and Ryan gives you breaks, but the faster he fucks into you, the more your eyes water and your mouth drools.

“I’m close, baby," he says, and you moan around his dick when he uses that pet name for you. At the last second, you get off his cock and pump him through his climax, not particularly wanting to swallow.

He grunts as he cums on your chest while you jerk him off. Once he’s calmed down, you give the tip of his cock a quick peck and get back up to your feet. Ryan is staring at his cum on your chest, and you smirk and give him a kiss before grabbing some paper towels to wipe yourself off.

“Fuck.” Ryan chuckles to himself as he pulls his pants up, and you smile softly, hardly believing what just happened.

“Do you need me to..." Ryan trails off as he points to your crotch. You blush, picking up on what he means.

As much as you want Ryan’s face between your legs, it doesn’t really feel like the place for it. You’d have to sit down on the toilet or sink, which is just awkward. Plus, you know you’ve probably been gone too long, and the others are likely wondering where you two are.

“Another time.” You say as you grab your shirt that you’d tossed on the ground earlier and put it on. Ryan puts on his shirt too.

“Another time.” He agrees with a grin. That damn smile of his is so infectious that you can’t help but grin back at him. You take a step toward him and give him another kiss, not like the ones before. It’s softer and more affectionate. He kisses you back with the same energy, and your head won’t stop spinning.

After you pull away, you reach beside him to the doorknob, unlocking it.

“I’ll meet you back out there.” You say and head out swiftly. You didn’t want to give Ryan the chance to leave before you, because you knew if you were left alone in that stall, you would have overthought everything.

You make your way back to the booth your friends are sitting at, trying your best to make it seem like nothing happened.

“Where’d you go?” Jenn asks, and you sigh as you sit down.

“I got trapped in a conversation with the bartender, and then my mom called me, so I had to talk to her outside.” You lie, and it seems that everyone easily accepts the excuse.

You are pretending to listen to the conversation Rake and Dico are having when Ryan comes back from the bathroom.

“And where the hell were you?” Bam asks, and Ryan sits back down.

“Takin a shit.”

The rest of the night, you listen to everyone else talk without chiming in much. Your mind is in a million different places, and you can’t help yourself from zoning out. You occasionally look over in Ryan’s direction, but every time your eyes meet, you look away.

The more you think about what you did, the more flustered you get. You just let one of your best friends fuck your mouth in a public bathroom, and now you’ve resigned yourself to pretending everything is normal.

Being physical with Ryan did answer a few questions, but there are still so many left unanswered. The main problem is that you don’t know what the events of tonight mean to him. You don’t know if being physical is all he wants or if he wants something more.

On your end, you know now how much you need him. Being physically intimate felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You want the care, the attention, and the love. You want to be with him.

“Let’s go home.” Dico says to you as the night is winding down.

You look across the table at Ryan, who is staring at you intensely. You can’t tell what he’s trying to communicate; does he want you to stay?

When you finally pry your eyes away from him, you see Jenn looking between you two suspiciously.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go.” You say, feeling put off by Ryan’s gaze and also wanting to avoid any questioning by Jenn.

You really realize how drunk and exhausted you are as soon as you get in the car. The entire ride home, you just focus on the music Dico put on, hoping that he hadn’t drank enough to crash the car or get pulled over.

Luckily, you make it back to the apartment unscathed. Once you enter your room, you lazily strip and then pass out on your bed.

It isn’t until the next morning, when you check your texts, that reality really sets in.

Jenn: Tell me everything! Ryan: Talk soon

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Took forever to get this one out, sorry guys. Chapters might come at a slower pace now just because I’ve been more busy. Hopefully you are still enjoying though ! I appreciate everyone reading :)

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 9 months

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you help bam pull a silly prank in castle bam again !!! (filling the whole house with gravel or something dumb)

It’s On!

A prank war at Castle Bam escalates to more than anyone could’ve expected!

Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

2k Words

(Fluff)

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, shit, bars

An: Thank you for all the requests!! I’m working on some older ones now, but I’ll be starting on the newer requests soon!! :)

You were woken up from your slumber on your floor mattress by a yell from next door- Ryan’s room. This sort of thing wasn’t uncommon in castle Bam, but it never ceased to annoy you when all you wanted to do was sleep in on the weekend. Then, there came the running down the hall, followed by him banging on Bam’s door- the regular, everyday symphony of chaos. You tried to listen in on the dull roar from the ensuing argument, but you couldn’t pick up much until you heard the sound of your boyfriend running down the hall again, Ryan’s heavy steps following him.

Throwing it open, Bam slammed your plywood door behind him with the sort of giddiness he only got when he was doing something really bad. Bracing himself against the rattling door jam as Ryan pounded on the other side, his eyes glinted as he finally acknowledged you as you sat up in bed, thoroughly confused. “Bam!! What the fuck’s going on?!”

“Y/N!” Bam ran across your room, jumping into the air and tackling you down to your bed! He wrapped his lean, muscular arms around you, giggling as he pinned you to the mattress. Turning your face away from your sheets, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, “What-what did you do?”

“Just put some shit’n Ryan’s shoe…now he’s all mad n shit!” Standard procedure. You rolled your eyes at how surprised he sounded that putting shit in someone’s shoe would anger them, “Oh, is he?” He pulled up off of you, straddling your hips and giving you a great view of his bare chest. You shamelessly ogled his muscles as they flexed under his pale skin, how his gray flannel pajama pants sat so low on his hips, and how they showed off the tattoo he had low on his pelvis, the way h- thump.

Bam righted himself after falling off the bed, stumbling to his feet. Sitting up and shaking yourself out of your trance, your attention was drawn back to the door, “Oh, huh. What should we do about that?” Before you could look back, your boyfriend already had one leg out your now open bedroom window.

“You think Ry’s gonna get back at you?” You and Bam sat on the side of the house and smoked. “Of course he’s gonna!” He took a drawl, cracking a smile and leaning against the rough stonework, falling snowflakes dappling his dark hair and immediately melting, “We just gotta get’im first.” Standing up, you flicked your butt into the grass, your cigarette going out as soon as it came into contact with the cool snow. “Oh? Like what- bucket of water over the door?” Your boyfriend snickered as you made your way to the front door of the house, hoping Ryan had cooled off after all of this.

But as soon as you stepped through the door, you were on your back. Disoriented by the slam you took, it took you a second to realize what had happened. Opening your eyes, you noticed that the hardwood was freckled with little crystal blue spots. Taking one into your hands, you felt the smooth, spherical surface.

“Marbles!” Laughing in disbelief, you got up to right yourself, “Motherfucker used marbles!” Even Bam couldn’t help from chuckling at the simplicity of the prank as he rubbed the back of his head- some real Home Alone Shit, he’d later say. “Ohh, I am going to get his ass!” He almost growled, somewhere between being entertained and pissed off. From around the corner, you two heard snickering. In a split second, your eyes went wide and, making a break for it, you dashed down the hall, turning the corner and throwing yourself at Ryan like a cheetah pouncing on a gazelle.

“Aah! Oh- oh my god!” He was still laughing as you two tumbled to the ground. Rounding the corner, Bam shrieked before leaping into the air and performing some sort of mock Superfly Snuka jump onto both you and Ryan, body slamming the two of you and knocking the air out of your lungs. It would be an odd sight, for sure- given all the shouting and writhing as you wrestled. Ryan tapped on your back in a plea for mercy, “I- I didn’t even ‘fuckin do it- Novak did!”

“Where is he?!” You continued to struggle with Ryan, now just for the hell of it. “He said he’s going out! He’s- he’s in his room!” Bam stopped, thinking for a second. Getting up, he darted towards the kitchen drawer. You looked down at Ryan as you got up, and making a mock cutting gesture across your throat, you followed after your boyfriend as he gathered supplies for his next plan, leaving Ryan lying on the floor, still chuckling to himself.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” You looked up at your boyfriend from the filthy trough behind the driver’s seat in Novak’s car. “Yeah, yeah! You got this!” His e outrage meant did nothing to dissuade your concerns. Glancing to one side, his eyes went wide and he slammed the door suddenly, taking off. That left you, curled up on the ground holding one of those long clicky lighters and ‘a shitload of smoke bombs’, as he put it.

You held your breath as you heard the familiar sound of a car door opening, then closing. All you could see from your position was the old, stained, gray upholstery and a pair of tattooed, ringed hands shove the key in the ignition and turn. Digging in your jeans pocket, you grabbed one of the smoke bombs and, after fumbling with the lighter, hucking one into the trough below the passenger’s seat.

Given that you hadn’t even left the driveway yet, Novak’s attention was immediately brought to the fizzing cherry shaped pyrotechnic as you lit a second one, throwing it on the dashboard. He whipped his head around just in time to see the blur of you hurting yourself upright and throwing yourself out an open car door, somersaulting onto the pavement and rolling up to a sprint. Glancing back at the scene, he had given chase, abandoning the car while somehow holding the smoldering fireworks in his bare hand, shouting obscenities at you, “Motherfucker! Y’were gonna catch my car on fire- you asshole!”

Giggling, you ducked behind some bushes, burying yourself deep in the foliage until Novak gave up, grumbling obscenities before heading back inside, clearly not taking it quite as well as Ryan. You lingered outside for a minute, apprehensive to go back inside too quickly. Just as you emerged from your dense hiding place and started plucking the twigs from your hair, a purple blur skidded out in front of you.

“Get in!” Your boyfriend rolled down the window, grinning as you ducked inside the low car door. You smiled at the warmth inside that hit you like a wall as you peeled off, the seats melting off the chill from outside. “So, where’re we going?” You asked with a hint of flirt in your voice. “I am taking you on a romantic, expensive, and very sweet date.” He grinned as the wiper blades cleared the falling snow from his view, his pale eyes on the road ahead. You knew it was too good to be true, but you probed sarcastically, sinking into the black leather of the seat, “Oh really? Where?”

Pulling up to the red and white building, you rolled your eyes and leaned your head against the glass as your boyfriend broke out into snickers, “What? Just because it’s McDonald’s doesn’t mean it can’t be romantic- here, we can Lady-and-the-Tramp a burger if it’d make you happy.” Even you couldn’t hold back a giggle at that suggestion,”You know what? I’m gonna hold you to that.”

As you waited for the minimum wage employee to fetch you your bag of high brow cuisine, you and Bam chatted about anything- mostly about some skate thing he was going to in a couple weeks, “Dude, you gotta go! I mean-“ The window slid open, and Bam went to get the food, “Everyone’s gonna be there!”

Leaning out the window to grab the white paper bag, Bam grasped…nothing. You put the pieces together first, when you saw a smear of pale skin dash in front of the car. The look on your boyfriend's face said it all, somewhere between shock, enthusiasm, and annoyance. He leaned out the still open window, “Raab! Gimmie my fuckin food back!” Ignoring the door entirely, and in an incredible feat of his physical prowess, Bam unbuckled his seat belt and hoisted himself out of the window, making chase.

It was almost like a scene from Scooby Doo- when Raab, who you had noticed was now only clad in a jockstrap and a sweatband, dashed to the right, and Bam followed. Raab ran to the left, so did he- you could play the Benny Hill theme over it and it’d fit. And there you were left, making occasional awkward eye contact with the server, both witnessing this incredible display while the line of cars behind you got increasingly annoyed.

Eventually, you did get your food back, significantly colder than you would have otherwise. You stared over at your boyfriend as he grumpily ate his burger, looking out the window like he was in some sad Linkin Park video. As much of a man child he was, it made you bummed to see him so dejected. You piped up, getting an idea, “Hey, why don’t we get Dico and Rake in on this? I bet those two could really help us win this thing!” He stopped mid munch, the gears turning in his head, “Hmm…” You could see him getting ideas in that little mind of his as he turned to you, “Y/N. I think you’re the smartest person I know.”

Dico swiped a finger across the cake, sucking the fluffy white frosting off in a dramatic gesture. You stood back, admiring it, “Jesus, man! This- this is good! Like, really good!” He nodded, a little smug, “Yeah, idiots’ not gonna see it coming for a mile!” You had to give it to him- for as annoying as he could be, Dico sure could come up with good plans in short notice. “How’d you even get this idea anyway?” Snickering, he leaned against the bar, “I just wanted to see if I could get Rake in lingerie.”

Your eyes darted over to the door as your boyfriend directed Raab into the crowded bar, giving him some bullshit about it being his birthday party, though it wouldn’t be his actual birthday for months. Nonetheless, he seemed excited to be there. “Yeah, dude, we got- like, a stripper cake for you!” As the two got in earshot, you had to hold yourself back from laughter, while Raab seemingly believed him. “Really? Oh dude!” Bam smiled and played into it as they got settled, your boyfriend carefully positioning himself behind the birthday boy.

Everything stilled for a moment, before- pop! From the top of the cake, out came the super sexy stripper! Well, sort of. Dico popped one of those confetti cannons as Rake really hammed it up, parading around in nothing but his pale ass and the cheap lingerie you found. You had to giggle with how into it he was- you have nothing against Rake, but he really is no stripper.

“Aww, seriously, man?” Raab, falling victim to his own optimism, was caught just off guard enough for Bam to take him by surprise, grabbing a handful of yellow cake and buttercream and shoving it in his face. Frozen in confusion, it took a couple seconds for what happened to set in while Dico and Bam collapsed in laughter- but in a split second, Raab, with icing still dripping from his face, snatched a hunk from the cake, smashing it into your boyfriend's face. Somehow, he was surprised that this happened. From behind you, another handful of cake was thrown, this time hitting the back of your head. Of course, this escalated to an all out cake war, with globs of the sweet stuff getting hurled around the bar until you were unceremoniously kicked out by the bouncer for causing a scene. With all of you standing outside, a truce was agreed upon, only after all parties were thoroughly coated in sticky dessert.

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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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downtownbunnybaby · 1 year

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CKY Halloween Special

CKY Crew x G!N Reader!

Description: Halloween Activities With the CKY Crew. Fluff. SWF. Minor swearing and drinking content warning.

A/N: Little Halloween special from yours truly. sorry, in advance for the romantic Dico subplot.

Halloween season was always a grand event for your rambunctious group. Raab and yourself were the ones that initiated the pumpkin carving tradition a few years prior. Both of you had mentioned wanting to revisit Autumn activities you loved as children. Pumpkin carving happened to be the activity you mutually adored. Of course, the rest of the group joined you and Raab on your journey to heal your inner child.

Once you all arrive at the pumpkin patch, the chaos quickly unfolds. Bam and Ryan sprint to the area with the tiny pumpkins and begin messing with them.

“Hey, Dunn? How many of these things do you think I can juggle?”

Soon Bam is juggling three tiny pumpkins and is asking Ryan to toss him another. Without hesitation, Ryan throws the pumpkin as hard as he can. Bam collapses on a hay bail, falling backward. Both boys kneel on top of each other, laughing at the reactions of the nearby couples and families.

As you and Raab move from the duo, you witness Dico “accidentally” dropping several pumpkins in front of families and then blaming the mess on Rake, who is quick to defend himself.

“Ma’am, I swear, It was not me. It was my friend over there.” The woman continues to scold him as Dico pokes his head from behind Rake's back, a sly smirk plastered on his face.

Naturally, you and Raab are too busy selecting the perfect pumpkin to be involved in the rest of the group's antics.

“How about this one?” you ask, holding a pumpkin up to Raab. He carefully analyzes the vegetable before responding.

“Good stature, nice color—” stifling his laughter, he continues. “And it’s rotting all over your hands.” You drop the squishy pumpkin with a yelp at the realization of holding a half-fuzz-covered, leaking juice pumpkin. Rubbing the mess on an unbeknownst Bam, you continue your search.

Once you all arrive at Bam’s, the real fun begins — well, for you and Raab. April had taken the liberty of setting her kitchen up with a tarp for the mess and several carving tools she had on hand since she was also a fan of pumpkin carving. The other boys were not exactly keen on sitting calmly and carving a vegetable. So instead, they played around with the pumpkin guts.

Ryan yelled as a handful of pumpkin guts hit his chest.

“Asswipe, this is my favorite shirt!” Another handful hits his chest. “Dico! What did I say?!” Bam laughs in response but is quickly shut up by Ryan throwing a rather large handful of guts to his face, initiating a gut-throwing fight. The match lasts for a while. That is until April walks in at the wrong time and gets hit with the guts.

“Ok, everyone outside right now. Except for Y/N and Raab.” She sends you two a soft smile before letting out an exasperating sigh, contemplating how to clean up the mess.

Once you two finish, you migrate outside to show the crew your creations. You and Raab had made wearable pumpkin heads. Bam and Dico are instantly impressed. They ask to borrow yours since they completely demolished the pumpkins they bought. Luckily, you knew this would happen. So you point to Bam’s driveway as Jess pulls in your car filled to the brim with pumpkins. The boys thank you before sprinting to the older Margera and yelling at him to unlock the doors. You all spend the rest of the day wearing pumpkin heads and filming several skits and stunts featuring them.

Your favorite skit filmed that day involved all of you wearing the heads and crashing into each other, seeing who could smash the other pumpkin first. Dico was the champion, with a total score of 2.

“Guys!” It was Dico. “I can’t take this off. Please help.” You almost felt bad for him. He looked like a cartoon character, running around, trying to get the pumpkin off his head. But then you remembered the hell he caused at the pumpkin patch and joined the other boys laughing.

“Dico, hold on, I got you.”

“Bam, no!” Dico yells, running away from a way too excited Bam holding a baseball bat.

“Come on, let me smash the pumpkin!”

The horror film marathon went the same every year, the boys would complain about staying in on a Friday night to watch “lame” movies, but then they would quickly change their mind once you showed them all the snacks and drinks lying on your dining room island. The first film played from your abundant collection of VHS tapes was I Know What You Did Last Summer. Rake spends the first half of the film pointing out the inaccuracies.

“Oh, come on! Why doesn't she run?! Any normal person would run away.” Groaning, Bam throws a handful of popcorn, signaling him to be quiet. Three films into the marathon, Bam, Dico, and Rake, were the only ones still present. Ryan had left the room midway through Halloween after a jumpscare caused him to spill his drink on his lap. Mumbling, he heads for your kitchen to clean up. “This was a stupid idea. Why do I always agree to do this shit.” As for Raab, he checked out hours ago, choosing to play with your cat in the corner. Bam and Dico were both tucked under each of your arms, shielding themselves from the screen.

“Dico, shut up. I’m not sca— Y/N! TURN IT OFF!” Both you and Dico laugh at Bam burrowing into your arm. Dico prepares to make an outlandish comment but is interrupted by Jason Vorhees popping on the screen. Unfortunately, this was becoming a little tame, even for you. Standing up from your spot, basically prying Bam and Dico from under your arms, you make your way to the kitchen.

“Getting bored? Ryan asks, grabbing two drinks from your fridge and handing you one.

“Yeah…watching them shake in fear is not as fun as I thought it would be.” You reply, taking a swing from the dark-stained bottle.

“Lucky for you,” he says, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, “I have an idea. Follow me.” Following him to your bedroom to grab some supplies and then to the basement, he explains his evil scheme. To cure your boredom, you were going to shut off the power in your house and fuck with the boys in the living room, currently glued to your TV as a highly cheesy horror flick played. Ryan worked on the power box, flashlight in hand, and night vision goggles in the other.

“Ready?” You nod, placing the goggles over your eyes. He mimics your movements turning the power off. A high-pitched scream is heard, followed by a loud thud, which you could only assume was from Bam or Rake. Luckily the basement stifled your booming laughs, or else your cover would have been blown. Once composed, you headed in search of your victims. As you grew closer, you could hear them trying to distinguish what was happening. Dico was attempting to ease the underlying fear of the group.

“Looks like Y/N forgot to pay their power bill again.” Only earning a meow from your cat, he backed down from the jokes. Bam was growing impatient with the darkness and you and Dunn's lack of presence.

“I swear if you’re fucking with us, I’m going to kill both of your faces, so hardcore.” You and Ryan let out a booming laugh, startling the crew and smacking Bam and Dico with pillows. Charging towards Raab and Rake, your loud footsteps frighten the two boys huddled, holding onto each other in the corner of the room.

“Raab, help! They’re coming.”

“Let go of me! I’m trying to protect Y/N’s cat,” Holding the tiny cat, he whispers lovingly, “It's okay, buddy. Raab’s got you.” It’s more of a way to calm himself down since your cat seems unfazed by the chaos unfolding.

Screams of terror and slight groans of pain are heard from every part of the room as they blindly bump into furniture, trying to escape your terrorization. Dico throws blind punches, which you easily dodge. As punishment for trying to fight you, you push him into Bam. Both let out a yelp at the collision.

“Bran, seriously, get off me.” You watch them wither on the floor. Smirking at Ryan, you smack both of their heads.

“Bam! Get your hands off me.”

Bam is quick to defend himself. “It wasn't me! It was Y/N. I can tell those grimy hands from anywhere.”

Even your poor cat is a victim of your terrorizing. Of course, you only pet them, but that’s enough for them to have the same reaction as Bam.

After what seems like hours, but in reality, it was only 5 minutes, you and Ryan stumble down the basement stairs, breathless and stomachs hurting from laughing. Sharing a high-five, he turns the power back on. Several sighs of relief follow and shout from each boy.

“You guys suck!”

“We’re so getting you back.”

“Where’s the cat?!”

“Dunn, Y/N, you better watch your backs.”

Nodding to Ryan, he turns the power back off. Another high-pitched scream follows. Hit with a wave of deja vu, you charge up the stairs shouting.

“Ready for round two?!”

This year, Bam had opted not to throw a rager. However, not by choice. After last year, April wanted no more parties. Your group endured several hours of lectures from her after she discovered someone had broken her favorite trinkets during Bam’s Halloween extravaganza. Since a party was out of the question, your small, obnoxious group drove around Westchester pulling pranks and causing utter chaos.

You intended to do a group costume but failed to agree. So you all wore individual costumes. Ryan wore a bear hat he had found in his basement and called it a day. Bam, of course, dressed as his boy crush, Ville Valo. Rake is a mad scientist, although you would argue that’s just his everyday persona. Raab was by far your favorite costume. He was a half-assed version of his cat Kee Kee, sporting cat ears and badly drawn whiskers. As for Dico, the two of you somehow managed to wear the same thing. You refused to tell anyone about your costume, and so did Dico, as you both wanted it to be a surprise.

Ryan pulled into your driveway, honking three times, letting you know he had arrived and you needed to speed it up. Locking the door of your home, you could hear the boys snickering. The buzz grew louder as you opened the car door and sat in the backseat. Making eye contact with Dico, you simultaneously let out a groan.

“Dico, seriously? I've been planning this for months.”

“Well, I’m not changing.” He says, earning a couple of giggles from Bam and Raab.

Ryan chimes into the conversation. “Don’t be so surprised. You two are the same person.” He was right. You and Dico were attached to the hip. Never leaving each other's side, you two did everything together. Rake described your dynamic as a single brain cell bouncing between you two. So it was no surprise you both decided to dress as American Psycho's very own Patrick Bateman. Soon you were gushing over each other's costumes, rubbing it in the other boy's faces. Naturally, Bam’s jealousy took over, feeling the need to be the center of attention again.

“Alright, asswipes, listen up. Here's the plan,” Turning to face the backseats from the front seat, slapping Rabb, gaining everyone's attention.

“I have a list of everyone that has wronged us this year,” Pulling several pages out of his coat pocket, he hands it to you. “Y/N, Dunn and I have decided to let you have the honor of choosing our first victim.” An evil grin appears as you dramatically point to the name at the bottom of the first page. Don Vito.

Don Vito hadn't explicitly wronged you, besides the time in July he called out you and Dico’s “suspicious” friendship. It was the Fourth of July during the Margeras annual barbecue. Maybe it was the summer air or the fact you had more drinks than you should have, but Dico looked exceptionally attractive that day. Suddenly aware of your subtle feelings for Dico, you stumbled inside, searching for some serenity. So you went to the one location you were positive was inhabited; Raab’s closet. Clumsily, you threw yourself into the closet and sat on the blanket-covered floor.

Dico had been watching you for a while, not in a weird way. He just wanted to make sure you were alright. Throughout the day, you had been oddly suspicious, avoiding him like the plague and refusing to speak to him for more than 5 minutes. The times he managed to corner you, you’d stutter like crazy and avoid eye contact. He had only seen you like this when Bam introduced the group to Ville Valo. Watching you run inside, he excused himself from his current conversation with Bam, following you inside. Seeing you dart for the guest room, he headed your way ignoring the greetings from several guests.

From within the closet, you hear a soft call of your name, followed by the closet door opening. Your eyes widen like a deer in headlights. Dico was the last person you wanted to see.

“Hey,” He says, taking a seat next to you. “Everything alright? You’ve been acting weird all day.” You curtly mumble a fine, once again avoiding all eye contact. He doesn’t say anything, only occasionally drumming on his knees, waiting for you to open up. You let out a breathy, nervous laugh, startling the boy next to you. Burring your face in your hands, you begin your confession.

“Brandon…” His ears perk up at the use of his first name. “I think I like you.” Now, it was his turn to laugh.

“What? You don’t mean that.” Sure, Dico found you attractive, and maybe the idea of dating you had crossed his mind more frequently. Of course, he blamed it on the summer heat.

“I don't— I mean, I do.” Groaning, you run your hands through your hair, silencing yourself. God, you were a stuttering mess, unable to think coherently. Dico was stunned, unaware of what to say. He should’ve said It’ll pass, or we can’t do this, but instead, he let his actions speak for himself. Dico carefully cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a passionate kiss. Suddenly, the closet door flings open, expecting one of your friends, you prepare yourself for laughter, but my god was this way worse.

“Yo! What are you two doing in the closet? Vito stares in shock at his nephew’s best friends sharing spit. Reluctantly, you push Dico away as he attempts to kiss you again. He was blissfully unaware of Don Vito’s presence until he followed where your wide eyes were.

Are you sick in the head?! Come on, what the hell is wrong with yous?” Mumbling incoherently, he begins to make his way out of the room. You and Dico bolt up. From what you could decipher, Vito had said he was telling Bam about what he saw.

Jumping in front of him, you block the exit. “Vito. Please, don’t tell Bam,” He yells, a mix of disjointed sentences and intelligible words. “Here, how about this?” Reaching for the back pocket of your shorts, you pull out a hundred-dollar bill. Handing it to the older man, you motion Dico to do the same. Now that Vito had returned to the backyard, you and Dico were left alone and more than five hundred dollars poorer. At that moment, you both agreed what happened between you two would never happen again.

Arriving at Don Vito’s home, you head to the trunk, inspecting the assortment of prank supplies. Whoopie cushions, eggs, silly string, and what seems to be a bag of feces adorn the tunk.

You gag, holding up the bag by your fingertips. “Raab, this better not be yours.” Bam smacks your hand, causing the doggy bag to fly out of your hand and hit Rake. You all jump around gagging, except for Raab, who looks quite content with the reactions his poop causes.

“Ew! That is way worse than mustard.”

“Why do we even have that?!” You try to ask without gagging. Raab responds, an unbelievably large grin on his face. “It’s a gift for that lady that threatened to call the cops after we hit her car with the football.”

Reaching for the eggs carefully tucked in the corner, you head for the front door. Ryan is quick to stop you.

“Woah there, someone excited?” Ryan takes the eggs from your grasp, flashing his signature smile. “Let’s come up with a plan first.” He teasingly ruffles your hair as Bam and Dico throw out ideas.

Growing impatient with their tedious plan, you subtly grab an egg and throw it at Vito’s front door.

“Shit Y/N,” Bam looks at you like you’re insane. “Could you not have waited?!” It was all or nothing now. Raab is the first to mimic your actions, followed by Ryan. Bam is only slightly annoyed at your lack of control. Regardless, he appreciates your desire to fuck with his uncle. Vitos booming voice grows louder as you all grow closer to the home, the egg-throwing growing increasingly more violent. (Especially from you. Losing hundreds of dollars in an attempt to bribe Bam’s uncle was not how you imagined spending the Fourth of July.) Luckily your raincoat protected you from any egg remnants.

“Yo!” Vito shouts from the first-floor window. He barely dodges the egg Dico throws at him, instead hitting something in the house. Vito reacts with a gurgled yelp.

“This is payback!’ Yells Bam, ambushing him with silly string through the window. “Y/N said you wronged them.” Giggling, he sprays his uncle, telling Rake and Raab to join.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Seeing you and Dico spread pumpkin guts around his front porch, he remembers that late summer afternoon.

Grabbing ahold of a maniacal Bam, he recalls the events. “Unbelievable, all of you are sick in the head. Especially that one,” Pointing at you, he continues to tell your group what happened. “Gave me five hundred dollars because I caught Dico with his tongue in their mouth.” Everyone stopped their movements at the bomb drop. Ryan and Bam’s necks nearly snapped as they turned to face you and Dico. Rake’s jaw went slack, and he held onto Raab, who looked like he might pass out.

Bam was the first to speak. “Y/N…Bran, please tell me he’s joking.” You sheepishly smile at him, embarrassed of the circumstance. Falling on Vito and grabbing his shirt, he yells. “Vito, I’m going to be sick. Get me a bucket.” He lets out a laugh at your confused face and Vito’s reaction.

“Bam, get off me. You’re crazy,” Mumbling, he goes back into the house, closing the window. “Bunch of lunatics.”

“So, does this mean we have to add Y/N and Dico to the list?” The group laughs at Raab, agreeing with his brilliant idea.

Rake shakes the can of silly string, strutting towards your direction. “Well, boys, we found our next victims.” Soon they’re all chasing you with the silly string. Shouting as the two of you run down the street, throwing your remaining buckets of pumpkin guts at random houses.

Happy Halloween from the CKY Crew.

taglist: @ckygetsjobs @spoookyberry

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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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slashrrr · 1 year

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Jackass/CKY/Viva La Bam headcanons - kinks - Ryan Dunn, Rake Yohn, Brandon Dicamillo, Raab Himself, Brandon Novak, Johnny Knoxville, Steve-O and Chris Pontius

Ryan Dunn:

-dom

-dirty talk

-praising

-sir/daddy kink

-biting/marking

-hairpulling

-LOVES giving head

Rake Yohn:

-dom but will let you on top

-MASSIVE BREEDING KINK

-daddy kink

-loves lingerie

-exhibition but only people hearing it

-praising

-loves head - giving and receiving

-edging

Brandon Dicamillo:

-switch

-roleplay

-food play

-choking

-exhibition

Raab Himself:

-sub

-mommy kink

-choking

-praising

-voyeurism

-cuckholding

Brandon Novak:

-switch

-edging

-bondage

-exhibition

-slapping

-choking

-sex in front of a mirror

-roleplay

Johnny Knoxville:

-dom

-choking

-roleplay

-mirror sex

-voyeurism

-bdsm

Steve-O:

-dom/switch

-loves lingerie

-loves receiving head

-dirty talk

Chris Pontius:

-dom

-voyeurism/exhibition

-roleplay

-choking

-loves receiving head

-dirty talk/praising

-bdsm

-hair pulling

-sir kink

Hey ya'll sorry ive been gone for a while but im back now :)

#johnny knoxville #chris pontius #chris raab x reader #chris pontius x reader #steve o #raab himself x reader #chris raab #rake yohn x reader #brandon novak #brandon novak x reader #ryan dunn x reader #jackass x reader #jackass #jackass the movie #brandon dicamillo #ryan dunn

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b0nerf4rt · 2 years

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SMELLS !

how i think different jackass and cky crewmates smell

WRITERS BLOCK 🥳

jackass crew ↓

johnny : def coconuts or aftershave during the morning and whiskey during the night

ehren : for some reason i feel like he smells like minty chocolate, or just mint without the chocolate

steve : sandalwood and citrus ( from the orange he dripped all over his shirt )

dave : i feel like man smells like that one childhood smell you cant remember what its from but you smell it sometimes. or shit.

chris : shaving cream and candy

weeman : from the amount of baby powder hes had sprayed on him, i feel like its permanently just ingraved into his dna to smell like it

cky crew ↓

bam : yknow the smell before it rains, or like that fiji old spice deodorant

ryan : the forest after it rains and snow

dico : freshly cooked chicken strips. no im jk. kinda. the smell of pancakes after you just woke up from a rough night

rake : bro totally smells like slushies and the inside of a 7/11 in the morning

raab : yknow the smell of that man musk that smells kind of good but at the same time kind of gives you a headache, and it literally sticks to you after you sit next to him for to long. but like in a good way.

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vivaladicamillo · 1 year

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i want a friendship like them :(((

#they are so silly!!!#i love them #i could take both of them tbh #(not in a fight)#jackass #cky x reader #cky #cky crew #rake yohn x reader #rake yohn #brandon dicamillo #brandon dicamillo x reader

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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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