I write reader inserts for rock and metal bands, including Slipknot, Guns N Roses, and Motley Crue. Check the pinned post for my masterlist! My ao3 account is rockandrollheaven, there are some fics I’ll be posting there and then linking here.
if you're comfortable with it, would you be able to write a smut with a submissive bam x female reader ? ♡ i understand if not :)
Stress Reliever
a/n: YES I CAN!!
prompt: Bam comes home after a long day of skating for some shots in a magazine. He is in a bad mood because of how he felt he did horrible today and all his shots of him skating look bad to him, all he needs is a stress reliever.
warning: SMUT. Sub!Bam, Fem!reader
Bam swung the front door of his home open throwing his skateboard with force onto the ground as he slammed the front door shut. He was lucky Phil and April were out of town this week cause if they weren't April would surely be yelling up a storm at her son.
The sudden loud noises made you jump on the couch spinning your head to the front door to see a not so happy version of your boyfriend. Bam kicked his shoes off and made his way to the living room where you sat on the couch. Bam fell back onto a chair next to the couch and sighed heavily.
You were scared to ask him what was wrong just because of how bitter he seemed. "You ok?" You said softly as you looked at Bam, you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.
"I fucking totally bombed that damn shoot! I couldn't even land a fucking ollie today!" Bam said loudly, but he wasn't trying to yell at you he was just frustrated. "I'm sure you did great Bam." "Yeah because me eating shit will look great on the cover of a fucking magazine."
You frowned slightly, Bam seemed really upset with himself over a couple skating shots. "Come here." You said as you patted the spot on the couch next to him.
Bam looked at you then the spot and got up and sat where you patted, his body sinking into the couch. "Want a hug?" You said, Bam didn't saw anything but fall backwards into you. His head falling into your chest as you moved your legs around him to make you and him more comfortable.
You rubbed your fingers through his hair in a gentle manner, Bam's breathing slowed as he finally relaxed for what felt like the first time today.
"Is there anything I could do to help you destress? You know I hate seeing you stressed." Bam tilted his head up and looked up at you. "I just want you to keep touching me." Bam said softly as he relaxed into your touch. Your hand moved from out of his hair and you moved both your hands to his chest and slowly began rubbing up and down his chest.
A shaky breath came from Bam's lips as he felt your hands run up and down his chest. "You like that?" You said with a soft giggle, "Yeah keep doing it. Please." Bam said, his tone made him sound needy which really was getting you going.
Bam moved up more onto you, his head now on your shoulder giving you more access to him. You began to place small kisses onto his neck causing Bam to screw his eyes shut.
Bam felt his jeans become tighter as he began to shift his hips trying to get any sort of friction down there he could. You began to leave small hickeys on Bam's neck as you trailed your hands down to his belt, undoing it and pulling it off his pants and discarding it on the floor.
Bam brought his own hands down to his jean buttons and undid them for you, lifting his hips slightly as he pulled them down to his ankles. The tightness of his jeans now gone which made him feel less compacted down there.
"Rushy today aren't we?" You chuckled, "Shut up." Bam said quietly. All you did was chuckle again as you slowly slipped your hand into his back boxers. Bam's body tensing up as he felt your hand move into his boxers.
You gently wrapped your hand around his cock as Bam let out a quiet whine from how sensitive he felt today. A small smirk on your lips as you felt Bam begin to slowly thrust his hips upward into your hand.
"Sit still let me take care of you." You said softly to the boy, he quickly listened and stopped moving his hips. You first used your thumb to spread the pre-cum around his tip, Bam mumbling profanities as pleasure shot through his whole body.
You then began to move your hand up and down at a slow steady pace a groan falling from Bam's lips as he tipped his head backwards onto your shoulder. "Does that feel nice?" You asked the blue eyed boy. "Yes- fuck. So nice, don't stop please."
You began to move your hand up and down faster, groans and whines falling from Bam's mouth as you did so.
"Can you do that thing-" You didn't even let Bam finish his sentence before you moved your hand closer to his tip and began to move your hand back and forth instead of up and down, this always drove Bam mad.
It was apparent it did from his moans, they were whiny and needy but they sounded like music to your ears. A layer of sweat covered Bam's forehead as he pinched his eyes shut and his brows furrowed. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna." "Shh, just let it happen pretty boy." Bam moaned loudly from your praises.
It didn't take much longer for Bam's hips to buckle into your hand, but you didn't stop your movements; trying to let him ride out his high. Bam let out a series of moans and groans as he came into your hand and all over his boxers. His chest rising up and down quickly as he came down.
You took your hand out of his boxers and wiped the white substance off onto Bam's boxers since they were already covered. You used the opposite hand to gently pick up Bam's chin and place a soft kiss on his lips, a soft smile on his lips as you pulled away. "You did so well for me." You said in a quiet tone kissing his cheek softly, Bam only chuckled softly at your praise.
"Why would we go take a shower together and then we can watch something of your choice and order food, yeah?."
There’s not enough honesty on this app about the absolute hell Bam would raise as your bf.
Like hes the type of bf to be completely normal one second then go “Babe watch this” and tackle you to the floor or put you in a headlock or pick you up and just slam you down into a couch. Just going feral every chance he gets for a grain of your attention or amusement. He’d pick you up fireman style and just start running around screaming.
- bam loves attention. he craves it. he loves being in the dead centre of it and that is no different when it comes to the bedroom.
- he would definitely be a brat at times, that you would have to put back into his place — but he loves it, whether it be a slap across the face or a tight tug on his curls, he loves it. he wouldn't ever be too bratty for long.
- i just know that he would not be able to stay still, especially while you're teasing. he'd always be squirming or moving his hips up towards you, as a silent beg to be touched or for you to do something, anything.
- he would be so fucking vocal in bed too, you'd never have any doubts about if he is enjoying himself because he'll make it known that he is. it wouldn't be uncommon for the two of you to leave a TV on or have music playing from a stereo because of this and the house frequently having people in it... from moans, whispers, muttering your name under his breath, ect and oh god, his tone would shift when he's about to cum too. you'd always know when he's close to breaking.
- he'd definitely have a pain kink, i mean, look at what that man does for a living. he wouldn't mind you biting him, slapping him, pulling his hair, ect. hell, he'd probably beg for it on occasions, if he really needs it.
- he'd love being praised and told when he's being good. that's it, that's the section.
- he'd never admit it but he would love when you call him pretty, pretty boy, ect. i feel like it would make him flustered and slightly shy.
- whenever he has the chance, he would bury his head in your neck and you'd feel his heavy breathing against it.
- he'd always need to cuddle and have a nap afterwards, especially if it's a pretty intense session. he would also love when you trace his tattoos, play with his hair or rub his back.
first post on here and we are starting strong with a nsfw one... i don't know if i will keep this up for long but i hope you like these HCs if you see them ♡ also jackass mutuals?
so i was writing the jealous bam hc and i couldn’t help myself, here’s more bam smut
disclaimers/tags: smut. very graphic, if you’re not into it please skip it. female reader. bathroom fucking. jealous bam.
A night out in West Chester is never that promising, but your friends manage to make it as memorable as possible.
Standing between Dunn and Raab, you’re leaning on the stained wall watching Tim and a random middle-aged (very drunk) woman butcher a Willie Nelson song on this karaoke bar.
“Do you think he tries to make out with her at the end for ten bucks?”
Ryan’s arms are crossed as he leans over to you.
“Isn’t that her husband on the table in the corner? He’ll get decked in the face.”
Raab laughs. “Do it, dude.”
You watch blonde curls shake on the way to the dingy stage, pulling out a ten dollar bill and whispering in the boy’s ear.
Tim seems to take the challenge, and Ryan couldn’t be happier.
Chris and you are already shaking with laughter when Bam comes around to hand you his pool stick.
“Your turn.”
Dico is matching your playful western duel pose when the corner of your eyes catch a familiar tall silhouette walking into the bar.
Yellow graphic tee screaming in contrast of red chuck taylors is all the confirmation you need.
“No way.” Turning in the door’s direction, you shove the pool stick back into Bam’s hands. All heads follow your movement. “Knoxville!”
Tanned face and sunglasses inside, his head shoots up and you walk right into his open arms.
“How you doin’, darling?”
It was harmless teasing, both of you having a flirty routine that was never serious.
He laughs boisterously, shooting back that he’s trying to get as “firm” as you.
He laughs boisterously, shooting back that he’s trying to get as “firm” as you.
Johnny makes his rounds greeting the boys.
“Thought you were coming tomorrow?”
Bam’s words surprise you, not aware Knoxville was supposed to come at all.
“Figured I’d surprise y’all.”
“Great timing, Ryan dared Tim to make out with that married lady on stage.”
Raab’s excitement to see his friend possibly get punched is contagious, and you chuckle.
“Yeah, he even said he’ll pick a romantic song for them to sing next to, and I quote, get her in the mood.”
You look to the stage to see Tim cooing in the woman’s ear, probably trying to convince her about singing a second song.
Bam tries to remind you it’s your turn with the stick, but you’re already sitting on the arm of the old couch waiting for Johnny to return from the bar.
“Even together, we’re not beating DiCamillo, we both know that.”
It might be your imagination, but Bam looks disappointed and slightly peeved. He stares at you too long, still holding out the wooden pole, before walking away silently.
Nursing two Heinekens, Knoxville hands you a bottle and sits down next to you.
Your talk is animated, looking down at the relaxed man from your small elevated position and giggling at his jokes.
After a hearty laugh, hand on his chest, he asks. “How are things with you and Bam?”
Sighing, you take a swig of your beer.
“We had a weird argument earlier, and he’s gone quiet on me. Now I don’t know where things are.”
Your eyes are trained on the condensation running down the glass, fighting the urge to look at the topic of your conversation.
“This transition from friends to something more is tough.”
“I told you, doll.” Johnny sniffles, pushing the RayBans up his nose with his middle finger. “Do you regret it?”
“No.” Not even a little bit. “I’m just scared he does.”
You know Bam, he wouldn’t say anything. He would just wait for one of you to fuck up irreversibly.
“Well, he’s watching us like a rabid pig under the Tennessee sun on a Thursday, so I don’t think he does.”
Alcohol almost sprays out of your nose with Johnny’s sentence, your head moving back so you can laugh better.
His hand comes up to your throat, the back of it wiping the beer trickling down when you question him, appalled. “Where do you hear that stuff?”
Your friend has no time to answer because Raab interrupts, announcing Tim is about to finish his act.
Everyone gets up and gathers to see if he’s going to go forward with the dare.
No one in the entire bar is matching your stupid anticipation, but they certainly look up when the woman on stage gets spun around and dropped, Tim’s lips narrowly missing hers.
Quickly, the bearded older fellow in the corner table gets up and starts yelling.
“Oh, God.”
Tim is predictably having to fight off a drunken pissed husband, and the guys spring into action, half giggling half tense.
Not like you were planning to participate, but hands pulling your body the other way surprise you.
Looking back, you recognize Bam’s long black coat. He’s taking advantage of the commotion to drag you away and into a bathroom.
The door locks behind him.
“What are you doing? Tim-”
“Will be fine.” His voice is deep, and you feel nervous. “I could ask you the same thing.”
Protesting, you shake your head. “What are you talking about?”
“You really think I wouldn’t see it? Or maybe you did, and that’s what you were doing.” You don’t give in, still confused, and he mocks you. “Batting your eyelashes at Johnny. It’s ridiculous! Oh my, you’re so big, are you going to the gym?”
An unhelpful snort slips out from your lips. He doesn’t like that.
“Jesus, Bam. Don’t be a child. We’re playing.”
“And who told you that you can ‘play’ with my friends?”
He steps closer, forcing you to walk back into something. Noticing it was the ladies room, you realize it’s a changing station. If things are going where you think they’re going, this is kind of fucked up.
Against your better judgement, you push.
“Who’s gonna tell me I can’t?”
As imagined, Bam puts his hands on your hips and shoves you backwards, not waiting before enveloping your lips in his.
The kiss is needy and angry, with you reciprocating in the same vein.
It’s a loud kiss, saliva smearing your chin when Bam pushes your mouth open so his tongue can slide in. Nearly painful, your brain is asking you to consider that your jaw can’t open that much.
Your hands are still by your sides, hanging onto the marble surface but not for long.
Boldly, Bam grabs your right hand and sets it on the bulge poking through his jeans. His hips falter a little.
Putting the smallest distance between your mouths, your tongue licks his teeth provocatively.
“What are you trying to communicate here, Bammy?”
“Don’t call me that. Not when you were turning into a puddle thirty seconds ago over Knoxville.”
He sounds truly bitter, ready to punish you. It’s delightful.
“You’re the most delusional boy I’ve ever met.”
You’re laughing at him.
“Take off your dress.”
Bam’s hands settle under your thighs, helping you hop onto the spacious counter. He aids in pushing the black little piece you were wearing over your head, leaving you completely naked.
“No underwear?”
He sounds angry. How dare you be so immodest?
“What’s the point? I knew I was gonna end up here, just didn’t know with who.”
You’re playing into it, excitement running through your veins.
His eyebrows shoot up, blue eyes fiery.
Fingers locking underneath your knees, he pulls you forward into another sloppy kiss.
This one is more transparent, teeth ripping into the flesh of your bottom lip. It’s a direct response to your instigating words.
Your hands move from his hair to his dress shirt, threatening to unbutton it further but Bam moves away.
“Please?”
“No.”
Right, this is for him, not you.
Looking into your eyes, Bam’s palm makes light contact with your pussy, and you suck a breath in through gritted teeth.
Hands holding onto his shoulders, fingernails digging deep.
You lift your hips slightly so he can get better access, and his hand brushes you agonizingly slow. It still makes you shudder.
For a brief moment of tenderness, Bam pecks your lips, and your eyes close.
He takes the opportunity to quickly lick his fingers and insert two of them inside you.
A whimper escapes you after the rushed intrusion. Bam actually shushes you.
Heat travels from head to toe, and your reality dawns on you. Sitting on a baby’s changing station, completely naked, being fingered by one of your best friends.
His lips touch yours again, and he tastes like malted whisky.
One of his hands flies to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair, when his fingers start moving in and out of you.
Your ab muscles flex, a moan cut short by your stubbornness.
He’s too quiet, before adding a thumb pressing your clit into the mix.
Picking up the pace out of nowhere, your nails leave marks on his skin as you can hardly contain your noises.
Fingers now shooting in and out, arching inside, and thumb moving rapidly, Bam decides to speak.
“Darling. Doll. Sweetheart.” He’s a little tipsy, speech slurred. You feel bad for thinking it’s attractive, blaming mostly the resentment in the back of his throat. “Is that what you like to hear?”
Biting your lip, he manages to pull the truth out of you.
“No.”
“Then why do you basically spread your legs when he’s around?”
Fuck, you can feel yourself tightening around Bam’s fingers.
“I don’t.” He scoffs. “Call it what it is, Margera. You’re just jealous.”
Terrible mistake.
You’re hit with the most frustrating cold sensation of Bam’s fingers slipping out of you abruptly.
He wastes no time, however, squeezing the sides of your thighs until your skin is red.
“Don’t move.”
You swallow, obedient.
Eyes following his movements as he unbuckles the Heartagram belt and starts undoing his jeans.
Pulling the pants down to his ankles, he looks so good already, only in tight black boxer briefs.
But when tattooed hands pull a swollen leaking dick out, your own beg to touch it.
Bam stops you, though. Extending his palm in front of your face so you can spit on it, before closing it around himself.
You watch the slow pumps attentively, ears flooded with the delicious sound of your drool coating the visible veins jumping out along his shaft.
Suddenly, a hand on your chin forces you to look at Bam.
It’s hard not to squirm under his look, blue eyes dilated. Long lashes, dark curls unkempt, plump lips.
You only wish you could see his tattoos as well.
“Jesus, let your lip go, you look pathetic.” He’s referring to the strong bite you’re taking of your bottom lip at the moment. And you probably do look embarrassingly deprived.
The hand on your chin moves to caress your cheek in another small moment of affection.
“I’m gonna edge you so hard your eyes will be watering.”
God, you hope he keeps up that promise.
Bam lets go of his own cock, now his turn to spit on your pussy.
One look up, asking if you’re ready, and you nod.
Your grip on his shoulders is the only thing that keeps you from falling apart when his dick finally slides inside.
All the tension and build up have you extremely sensitive, core already throbbing out of your control.
You cry out.
“Bam, fuck’s sake.”
His hands wrap around your ass, and he begins to move, helping himself while angling you on him.
You’re so tensed up, holding on for life, foreheads touching.
When he slips out slowly, the image of your juices covering him is pornographic. You can’t look away.
Sliding in again, Bam finally lets out a sound, grunting for a few seconds, so hard his voice almost cracks. It makes you so happy.
He instructs you to lean back on the marble counter, simultaneously wrapping your legs around his waist.
One of his hands holds your back, while the other is busy playing with your clit again.
You’re really having a tough time keeping it down.
“Don’t be shy with me. You know no one can give it to you this good, don’t waste it.”
He is starting to pick up the pace with his thrusts, and you have no choice but to believe his words.
The sound of wetness and flesh hitting flesh fill the bathroom, somehow audible over the buzzing in your ears.
It’s overwhelming, you can’t fight back your moans anymore.
“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” Bam’s words are almost incomprehensible, the boy also struggling to keep up with his own rhythm. “Not supposed to. Guess I have to give it to you harder.”
You don’t have time to prepare before Bam starts slamming into you, feeling the tip of his head hitting your cervix.
After a couple more seconds, you can sense that tightness overcoming again.
Trying to warn him, words are pulled away from you when Bam removes himself completely. Your insides are screaming with the lack of contact.
“What are y-“
His lips crash against yours, tongue forcing its way down your throat. You whimper in pleasure. Or pain, same thing.
Inches away, he starts to explain himself.
“I told you.” Understanding immediately, you feel the tip of his cock brush against your swollen nub, both of you shuddering again. “I’m gonna edge you until you cry, doll.”
If he’s being literal, you might be lucky, because tears are already pooling at the waterline of your eyes.
Another kiss that lasts only a second, interrupted by Bam pushing the tip inside, just a little.
You’re actually so tender that it is enough to force a tear to run down your cheek.
His thumb wipes it for you.
Your eyes open to find Bam looking at you, serious, before his own orbits redirect to your connected bodies.
His right hand now holds his cock, aligning it the best he can to make sure he’s hitting you in the right spot before moving further inside.
Just a few more inches, and a strained moan comes out from both of you in synch.
This is the most in tune you’ve ever felt with anybody.
“You’re too fucking tight, I don’t wanna hurt you.”
It’s the first moment of niceness, and it feels almost out of place.
“I can take it, please.”
With a lick of his lips, Bam commits and pushes the rest of his head in you.
When that’s done, he takes a minute to make sure you’re alright but goes right back into thrusting his entire length into you rapidly, as deep as he can.
God, you’re not gonna last.
“I’m gonna-”
“It’s okay.”
So you brace yourself, hugging Bam’s back and bringing your body closer to him, completely attached.
His cock twitches inside whilst his head is hitting your G-spot repeatedly, and your orgasm is explosive.
The whole room goes a little dark and you’re seeing stars.
You’re trying to figure out why you can’t catch your breath when you realize that Bam is still going as hard as before.
Brows furrowed, mouth still open, you’re distracted watching this pretty boy fuck you into oblivion.
His own climax hits not too much later, loud moaning reverberating off the walls.
You want to say something, but there’s close to no air in your lungs.
That’s when you notice Bam is not slowing down, in fact, his pace is the same and his hand is back to working your clit.
He’s not only edging you, he’s overstimulating you.
“Bam, Jesus fucking Christ, you don’t have to.”
“Shut the fuck up, you had this coming.”
At the end of the sentence, he pushes his head up to your cervix again, and your entire body tenses up.
Everything is tingling.
His eyes search yours to make sure you’re okay with this, and he’s not hurting you.
Your response is to moan out his name.
One hand still focused on rubbing you, the other comes up to flick your nipple and you’re so glad he remembered your tits. His mouth is quick to start leaving hickeys around them too.
Tugging on his hair, you find the strength to roll your hips into his.
There are tears coming out from both of your eyes now, your face moist with them.
Soon, you’re feeling that knot in your stomach one more time.
“Bam, it’s coming again, I swear.”
He laughs into your chest, tongue licking your breast.
“I got you.”
Adjusting his posture and putting his hands back around your ass, he pulls you impossibly flush to him. It’s like he’s fucking up into you now.
Your arms wrap around his neck, one hand refusing to let go of his locks.
Two thrusts like that and you’re coming again, whole body shaking.
Of course Bam rides you a few more extra times, really driving his point home, that he could do what he wanted.
But he actually shows some mercy now, deciding it’s enough for one night.
He stops thrusting, setting you back down on the counter, but doesn’t take himself out of you.
The two of you sit in silence, inside of each other, soaking up in the blissful aftermath.
Bam lifts his shirt to dry your face, and you finally get a look at his lovely tattoos, smiling to yourself.
He clears your face of the strands of hair sticky from sweat and kisses your forehead.
“Are you okay?”
“Mhm.” Hands around his face, you pull him into a shy kiss.
“Are you gonna fuck me like this every time we fight and slash or Johnny is in the other room?”
“Behave and I won’t have to.”
“That’s the worst encouragement I’ve ever heard for behaving.”
He laughs out loud.
The bastard has the audacity to wink at you.
Hopping off, Bam helps you clean up and get dressed.
Leaving the bathroom, you’re surprised to find all of your friends not kicked out of the bar, in fact still playing pool.
They all stare at the two of you, and you’re ready to spit out the least believable excuse when Bam grabs your hand. Everyone sees it.
Taking it, you let him lead, hiding your blushing cheeks and cheesy smile behind his shoulder.
He drops on the couch, pulling you down with him, over his lap.
Hand on top of your leg, he can’t help himself.
“So, Knoxville.” Bam starts and you cough. “How many times did DiCamillo beat your ass?”
“Counting three.”
“Good.”
Johnny shoots a knowing smile your way, and you roll your eyes, undeniably amused.
a quiet moment with bam was rare and hard to come by, especially now that bam was shooting jackass: the movie. so, it was needless to say that both of your lives were hectic — from the crazy stunts, pranks and hitting the bars after shooting was done for the day. bam's life was a party and you were living in it, not that you were complaining. in a lot of ways, you loved the lifestyle just as much as he did.
bam was laying in between your legs, his head resting against your shoulder while he flicked through the TV stations, trying to settle on something to watch. your arms were wrapped around him and your hands resting on his stomach, moving your fingers occasionally to caress the skin there.
he seemed restless as he muttered something about how there was never anything on TV but eventually, he settled on some cop show. you didn't mind what the two of you watched, you were more focused on him. ever since you had met him, you had always thought that he was the prettiest boy you had ever seen — and he would often catch you just looking at him.
"what?" he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. he was now looking at you, his blue hues meeting yours and your heart couldn't help but skip a beat. a slight shrug came across your shoulders, as one hand came up to brush a couple of brunette strands had fallen on his face to the side. "just looking at you, margera." you replied with a hum.
he didn't say anything in response, he leaned in and kissed you in a gentle manner. his lips were warm and surprisingly soft, moving against yours in the most natural manner. your hand made its way to his hair, running your fingers through it in a gentle manner while also combing out of some the knots that got caught on your fingers.
you heard his breathing becoming more heavier as the kiss gradually intensified, as it usually did whenever you kissed. you could feel his breath hitting just beneath your nose as you felt his lips part against yours, allowing you to slip your tongue inside his mouth. as you did so, you tugged on his hair, earning a low groan from him. his hand met the wrist of your free hand, his rough finger tips wrapping around it as he lead your hand down to the waistband of his jeans.
immediately, you understood what he wanted without him having to say it and you were going to comply. you ran your fingers along the skin of his stomach a couple of times, enjoying the way that his warm skin felt against yours before you slipped your hand into his pants — of course, he wasn't wearing any underwear. there was no surprise there.
there was no time wasted as you wrapped your hand around his semi hard cock, starting to move your hand up and down. he moaned into the kiss, feeling his hand grabbed at your arm. there was no denying that you loved the sounds that he made, it always sounded so pretty coming from his lips. the kiss broke but your heads stayed resting against each other, listening to his deep breathing and occasional whimpers that came from him.
"is this what you wanted?" you asked in a whisper. he nodded his head, his eyes closing as you pleasured him. you ran your thumb over his tip in a circular motion, feeling him squirm. "yes. god, yes." he breathed out, his head lulling back further into your shoulder.
you planted kisses on the side of his face, your eyes combing over it as you appreciated the look on his face. you moved your hand just a bit faster, occasionally stopping to tease his tip or to move your hand down to squeeze his balls — loving the whimpers or boyish groans that always followed after it. "you look so god damn pretty right now." you mused.
his face heated up at the compliment. the hand that held onto your wrist tightened slightly and his stomach sucked in a little. you could feel his heavy breaths against your skin and the sounds he made became more persistent, more needier. that's when you knew that he was close to finishing but you weren't quite finished yet. the hand in his hair tugged at it. "i don't want you to cum yet, can you hold back for me?" you asked him in a soft tone and he nodded his head. "yes." he breathed.
your hand slid up to his tip once again, swiping your thumb across it, collecting the precum that came from it. he squirmed and moved his hips up off the bed, evidently wanting more than what you were giving him in the moment. the teasing made him shudder, his eyes were still closed and his mouth had fallen slightly open. after a few short moments, you returned to focusing on giving him what he wanted.
"fuck, fuck, oh fuck." he cursed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to focus on something else. he didn't want to disappoint and cum without your say-so, considering how good you had been to him. his hand was tight around your wrist, you knew that there would be some redness - or even some bruising but you didn't mind.
"cum for me, baby." you whispered into his ear. he whimpered at the praise and after a few more strokes, he came right into your hand over over the inside of his jeans. his soft moans became more high pitched, his body shuddering at the release of pleasure. "that's it... that's it, you did so well. such a good boy, bam."
once he was finished, your hand slid out of his jeans and wiped the remaining fluid onto his pants leaving behind a white stain on his otherwise black jeans. he laid with his head back for a moment to collect his thoughts, muttering a quiet 'thank you'.
you were certain that he was close to falling asleep before he opened his eyes, groaning in some discomfort. "gotta change out of these fuckin' jeans." he muttered, sighing as he climbed off of you and off the bed.
you watched as he removed his pants, discarding them on the floor before collecting a pair of clean shorts from his luggage. you admired his behind for a moment before the item of clothing got in the way of your view. he made his way back over to the bed, throwing himself down on it with a sigh of comfort. he opened his arms out to you and you came into them, laying your head on your boyfriends chest with your hand placed on his stomach.
"i hope you're planning on putting those jeans in the laundry, margera."
alright so... this was my first time writing an 'x reader' fic so i hope that i did alright! depending on the response to this, i might write more. so, if you're interested in reading more from me, let me know. submissions are open for requests :) thank you for reading, if you did.
a/n: This isn't a request but this idea has been lingering in my mind so I thought why not write it!
prompt: The boys come up with stunt where they all take sex pills and see who caves first, unfortunately (and fortunately) Johnny has you..
warnings: SMUT! swearing, sex pills, fem!reader, sub Johnny kinda?!?
"Hi I'm Johnny Knoxville and this is the Enhancement Pill." Johnny sighed as he held the small pill in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. "Man do we really have to do this?" Dave asked with a pain looked on his face. "Yes just take them already." Jeff spoke annoyed. "Well the whole world is about to see my ding ding harder than a turnbuckle." Johnny said with a laugh, everyone else joining him.
The whole idea of the stunt was that five of the Jackass boys, which in this case was Johnny, Dave, Steve-o, Chris, and Bam would take sex enhancement pills and whoever was able to keep it together the longest would win the challenge. Though there was no prize, just bragging rights.
"Fuck it dude." Steve-o said as he quickly downed the pill, not even having to take it with water. At that point the rest of the guys didn't want to seem like pussies so they all downed their pill. "God this is going to fucking suck major ass." Bam said as he realized what he just did, rubbing his hands down his face.
"Who takes sex pills at 10am?" Chris said with a goofy smile, "Idiots like us do." Steve-o laughed.
It was only two hours later and the cameras were rolling as the five boys sat inside the office at a table in a circle. A blush spread across all their cheeks.
Bam laid with his head rested down, Steve-o laid back in his chair staring at the ceiling trying his hardest to shift his mind to something else, Chris sat stiff and still for the first time in the history of Jackass, Dave had his head in his hands every so often shifting his hips, and lastly Johnny sat with his hands covering the tent in his pants and his sunglasses covering his face.
"This sucks!" Bam said muffled into his arms, laughs being heard through out the room. "It isn't even enjoyable it just hurts." Chris said as he rubbed his hands down his face. "God I really hope my mom doesn't watch this movie." Johnny said as the camera panned over to him, trying his best to make light of his situation. His hands remanded over his boner trying his best to stay modest in this situation.
"Come on it can't be that bad." Jeff said with a cocky snicker, "Shut up Jeff!" The whole table said in union. "God I don't think I've ever been this turned on over nothing in my life." Dave said, audibly in pain. Jeff jokingly ran his hand down Dave's back which was quickly slapped away by Dave. "Dude I'm not even kidding do not touch me right now." He snapped. Chris couldn't help but chuckle.
"Shit I don't think I can sit here much longer." Steve-o laughed breathy as he began to tap his foot. "Same here." Bam said with his head down. "You two would be the first to cave." Ehren said behind the camera. Bam's head snapped up to look up at Ehren with a angry confused look. "What the fuck does that mean?"
Johnny was cancelling out the bickering of all the boys as he only had one focus which was you, his girlfriend. His pants seems to tighten more uncomfortably as he pictured you in that white lacy matching bra and underwear you wear that he loves, or when you whine into his mouth when you two kiss, and the noises you make when he is going down on you.
If Johnny kept thinking of you there was no way he would be able to last in this challenge.
"Whatcha thinking about Knoxville?" Wee-man chuckled, the focus of the cameras panning over to him once again. "I have no shame in saying my girlfriend." Johnny said with a smile that told the viewers what kind of thoughts he was thinking about you. "Good thing she's coming in today to bring lunch than right?" Wee-man laughed.
Johnny's face went pale as it set in that you were bringing in lunch for everyone today since it was Friday. "Ah fuck." Johnny said quietly. "What's the time?" Johnny turned and asked the crowd of people behind the cameras. "Almost 12:40." Someone said, Johnny groaned loudly as he realized you would be here at any moment.
You were the first and last person he wanted to see right now. Johnny put a hand on his face. "Tell her not to come in here with the food I can't see her right now-" "You don't want to see me Pj?" Johnny's head whipped to the familiar voice of you. He saw you holding four pizza boxes that were meant for lunch. "No that's not what I meant I-" "He took a sex pill and can't cave or he loses the challenge." Ryan said with a devilish smirk.
The room was silent until it was soon filled with your loud laughter. "Oh you're fucked." You said between laughs, Johnny's face a bright red. You reached over your boyfriend and set the four pizza boxes on the table. Johnny's hand went to your lower back by habit, rubbing up and down slowly. "Handsy?" You said poking his cheek lightly and walking away from the table. Johnny's hand staying on your lower back till you were too far away for him to touch.
Chris was the first to grab a pizza box and open it Steve-o reaching over to snag a piece from the box. Everyone soon began to grab slices of pizza, everyone but Johnny. He was too focused on you and how great you looked today even in just a Jackass t-shirt and jeans. He watched as you exited the room, most likely to go find paper plates for everyone to use. Johnny was quick to stand up and head to the door.
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Johnny said to everyone, okays were heard through out the room really not caring where Johnny went since they all were focused on the pizza right now, the other four boys who took the pills finally not focused on nasty thoughts. But that was until Chris realized Johnny had a hard on just like him and the three other guys. "Hey wait is he going to jerk off?" Chris said with a mouth full of food. Bam began looking around the room for Yn. "More like fuck Yn." Bam chuckled. "Lucky asshole." Steve-o grumbled.
Johnny sped walked down the long hallway, his hands still covering the tent in his pants. He peaked into each room he past praying that you'd be in one that was empty and had a lock on the door. Johnny hit the door of the supply room where he saw you just like he expected looking for paper plates.
"Oh Johnny! Do you think you could grab the paper plates off the shelf for me? I can't reach them." You said to your taller boyfriend. Johnny walked into the supply room and shut the door behind him using the hand that wasn't covering the tent in his pants. You heard a small click from the lock on the door signaling that Johnny had locked it. "Uh Johnny?" You asked, furrowing your brows at him.
"Listen, doll, I am harder than a bolder right now and all I want is for it to go away- could you help me out, please?" You looked at your boyfriend, seeing your refection in his black sunglasses. "In here?" You said gritted through your teeth. "No one will hear I swear! They all are in the room way down the hall." Johnny said as he pointed in the direction of the room.
You stood there for a minute thinking of it, it's true that no one would hear unless they came down here. But even if they tried to get into this room the door was locked so there wouldn't be a way for them to see you and Johnny.
"Well are there cameras in here?" You asked quietly, "No there isn't, they took them out last week cause they were planning on getting new ones." Johnny quickly responded to you. You rubbed your lips together realizing that it was private and no one would really see you two. Plus you couldn't lie, Johnny begging for you like this was really getting you going.
"Ok but it has to be quick." A weight was lifted off Johnny's shoulders as he heard your words. "Oh you are the best." Johnny said as he walked over to you, crashing your lips together. Johnny wasted no time deepening the kiss quickly making it messy and needy. Johnny's hands running up and down every square inch of your body he could easy access.
Johnny began to push you both back till the back of your knees hit the back of the old table causing you to sit on the table. You wrapped your legs around Johnny, tossing your arms around his neck. Johnny pulled away from the kiss and began to undo his belt, "I'm sorry doll but I can't wait much longer." He chuckled softly. You began to unbutton your jeans as Johnny pulled his belt off of his pants and move onto the button on his pants.
You pulled your jeans down to your ankles and Johnny did the same. You looked down at his boxers to see his very visible boner. Then looking up at Johnny who had taken his sunglasses off and put them onto his head. A blush spread across his cheeks and his eyes hung low, he looked like he was craving something.
"You're so beautiful, so so beautiful." Johnny said as he pulled his boxers down, not breaking eye contact with you. Johnny's hard sprung up out of his boxers, his tip was leaking with pre-cum and was a angry red color. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt Johnny's hands pull down your underwear.
"This won't take long." Johnny breathlessly laugh. Johnny moved closer to you as you put your hands behind you on the table offering more support. He rubbed his cock slowly between your folds as he let out a whine, tilting his head backwards. Johnny then slowly entered into you, a groan coming from his lips as he looked down at the sight of you taking him in.
"Sh-shit." Johnny said as he dropped his head into your shoulder. You decided to take action and move your hips up and down groans coming from Johnny's lips as you did so. "Just like that- ah! You treat me so good doll." Your bottom lip sucked between your teeth as you listened to Johnny's words, your face becoming hot.
Johnny began to move in and out of you at a steady pace, not to fast, not to slow. The sound of skin clapping and breathless moans quickly filled the room, the idea of being quiet was quickly thrown out the window.
"Feels so good Johnny." You said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Johnny didn't respond to you he only let out a moan as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.
"Oh god doll, I'm so close." You could tell he was close from his high pitched moans and whimpers. "Keep going Johnny don't stop."
"Oh god doll you feel so good- I'm gonna cum-" Johnny said, he began to babble about how good you felt and how much he loved you. Saying stuff like:
"I love the way you make me feel, I love it so much."
"You are the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Wanna make you feel good too doll."
Johnny's hips buckled, as he finally hit his high. Moans and whimpers coming from his lips as you began to move your hips onto his, trying to help him ride out his high as you hit your high; a high pitched moan coming from your throat as you did so.
Johnny and you both sat there for a minute panting as you both tried to get the energy to begin to clean up. "You're lucky I'm on birth control." Johnny laughed at your words. "I am very lucky."
Johnny picked his head up from your shoulder and slowly removed himself out of you. Johnny looked to the shelf to his left and grabbed several tissues from an open box. Johnny gently cleaned you up before he cleaned himself up, pulling his boxers and pants up along with putting his belt back on.
Johnny gave you a peck on your lips as he gently helped you off the table, he bent down to the floor and pulled up your underwear and jeans up for you. Even buttoning up your pants for you. Johnny gave you another kiss but this time on the cheek.
"I love you." He smiled, "I love you too, horny bastard." Johnny laughed as you both walked to the door. Johnny paused and reached back to the shelf grabbing the paper plates you had originally gone in the supply room for. You opened the door, the lock clicking open as you did so. You were expecting a empty hallway but when you opened the door you saw a group of people and camera pointing in your face.
"Oh god." You said as you covered your face from embarrassment. Johnny was behind you holding a stack of paper plates. "So what were you two doing?" Bam teased. "Grabbing paper plates." Johnny said with a cocky smirk that gave away what you two were really doing.
"You must think I'm stupid if I'm eating off a plate that you just touched after fucking!" Wee-man said earning a large laugh from the group of people, everyone but you.
"God this is so embarrassing... wait don't put this in the film! My mom is going to watch this!"
(leave judgement and real life morality out of this. we’re not here for that. this show is exploring themes in heightened exaggerated scenarios and it deserves to be analyzed through those lenses)
no, Barry is not the hero. he’s a violent, self-persevering, rageful person who is also grappling with PTSD and depression, deferring to the point of self sabotage, and desperate to be loved.
no, Sally is not the hero. she’s a manipulative, selfish, veering on emotionally abusive person who is also struggling with PTSD and trauma with being abused, tending to fall into old patterns, and desperate to be seen.
Barry will kill people to avoid being caught. Sally will throw people under the bus and ruin their lives to get what she wants. in the show there’s a clear parallel of their arcs, especially starting from season 2.
The Barry discourse has me like, I don’t find any of the characters likeable (Hank and Cristobal obvious exceptions) but I find them all compelling and complex and layered and well-acted, which is enough for me, I don’t necessarily need to root for a character to be engaged, I just need to find them engaging. I never liked Sally but I don’t think it’s the point to like her, she is not a murderer but not being a murderer doesn’t automatically make someone a good person and not necessarily being a good person doesn’t mean that a character isn’t complex. Throughout tonight’s episode when I wondered if Barry would die, I was anxious that he would, not because I wanted his character to live because I liked him but because I wasn’t ready for the show to end. Fuches pisses me off but he is such an amazing wrench and foil for Barry. Like Barry is such a wonderful exercise in intriguing characters as opposed to likeable ones.
I love Barry, I want him to die horribly, Sally is a girlboss, she is the worst person to ever exist, Fuches is kinda slaying when he's getting people to kill Barry, I was so upset when he didn't die, Noho Hank and Cristobal are perfect. Hope this clears things up!
