#cky x reader

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relationship hc! ── . ✶ bam margera

authors note: biggest fixation on bam right now so i’m blessing you all with this. ALSO- i’m currently writing a johnny x reader one shot fic and apologies it’s taking so long 🫣 also not proofread.

pairings: bam margera x fem!reader

warnings: mature content, sexual content

• protective bf final boss

• matching tattoos OF COURSE

• would be the one to teach you how to skate and would be very patient with you

• low key would steal some pieces of your jewellery and outfits

• the brattiest man to exist, especially in bed.

• loves to be kissed on the neck and his hair pulled

• april LOVES YOU, you both get along so well and it makes Bam’s heart so happy.

• during filming he’d make sure your always there to watch his stunts and skits. always sure to make you laugh.

• you can debate this. but god i’m so sure this man is a munch. this man would die between a pair of thighs. but he also loves to receive, he would def be a head pusher

• you’re the only one that’s allowed to yell at him and call him Brandon when your really mad, and tell him off when his being a dick.

“Brandon Margera stop acting like an asshole it’s not funny anymore”

• walk him like a dog diva 💅

• He likes total physical proximity. hands under your shirt, and keeping a firm grip on your waist or thighs whether you're sitting in bed or standing around on set.

• would call you babe, sweetheart.

• also definitely an ass man. always finding a way to sneak a feel whenever he can.

• hickeys, scratches, and visible bruises are a constant theme. He loves leaving a mark on your neck or collarbone right before you both have to go out into public

• Bam drives fast and he drives constantly. Dates often involve getting in his Lamborghini at midnight

• always awake at the strangest times, would find him wide awake at 2am writing stunt ideas.

[snakeriverbmx]

Hello!!! Fellow Dunn lover and writer ☺️

Could I request Ryan x Reader where they're FWB and sneak around in each other's hotel rooms when filming jackass or CKY 🤭🫣 lots of smut and making out maybe kinks or fluff included bc it's Ryan but also filthy bc it's Ryan 😮‍💨

sneakin’ around

warnings: fem!reader, camera(wo)man reader, play fighting as foreplay, ryan being vaguely submissive occasionally, handjob (m!receiving), size kink if you squint really hard, hair pulling, kinda breeding kink (?), not proofread.

a/n: i’m workin through all my requests slowly but surely!! im in nyc rn for a journalism internship so unfortunately i have very little time to write ryan fics which is so totally bumming me out. i will make it work though!!! written specifically w/ first jackass ry in mind and lowkey inspired by the ending of haggard <3

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“You sure you don’t wanna go?” Bam asks, standing in the doorway, tossing up his car keys and catching them repeatedly.

“Yeah, man, I’m sure.” Ryan responds, snubbing out his cigarette in the motel room’s ashtray.

Bam, for the past fifteen minutes, has been trying to convince Ryan to go to the bar with him, Steve-O and Pontius. He’s been brushing it off the entire time, to Bam’s bewilderment. “Last chance,” He says, putting his hands up, “You are one-thousand percent sure you do not want to go.”

“Yes,” Ryan mocks, “I am one thousand percent sure.”

Really, Ryan isn’t opposed to tagging along. He would any other night, but when he’s sharing a room with Bam like this it’s harder to sneak around with you, and he cares about that more than going out right now.

Bam tends to stay up too late for Ryan to get away with sneaking out like a lovesick teenager. He’s also far too nosy to let his best friend get away with leaving their motel room for an extended period of time without telling him why. And if Ryan dared to lie to him about going out, he would immediately invite himself. It’s impossible to get past the man.

So, you two, in recent days, out of desperation, have resorted to quickies behind the trailers or in various small, cramped bathrooms. Of course, that’s exciting and all, but he misses the soft comfort of falling back on a cheap motel bed after fucking you.

“Your loss, man.” Bam shrugs, spinning his keys in his hand so fast that Ryan is afraid they’re going to fly off his finger and hit him, “See ya.”

Ryan gives a half assed wave, turning his attention back to the television in front of him until Bam slams the door shut and walks out to his car. Ryan creeps over to the window, peeking out the blinds and watching Bam get into his car. He stays in place until Bam is entirely out of the driveway, then a while after that just to make sure he’s not coming back for something he forgot.

After a solid fifteen minutes, he grabs his room key, shoves it in the pockets of his checkered shorts and walks out to the vending machines to meet you.

You’ve been doing this for a while, at least a year at this point. The result of a drunken makeout session at one of Bam’s parties that snowballed pretty fast. Both of you had agreed, early on, that none of your mutual friends could know. The constant teasing would rip apart your genuine friendship and make everything seem a little more romantic than either of you would like.

Plus, if Bam knew, God only knows the pranks he would pull on the both of you.

Honestly, Ryan would like it if things were a little more romantic, but he’s beyond okay with the situation you have now, for fear of you rejecting him. Having you, if only sexually, is better than not having you at all.

The thought, however, is immediately slammed out of his mind when he sees you, back pressed against the brick wall, between two vending machines that no doubt no longer work. You kiss his cheek, hugging him tighter than two friends would.

“Greatest goddamn thing to happen this whole trip,” You grin, “Thank god for Steve-o.”

“First person to ever utter those words,” Ryan remarks, lazily wrapping his arm around your waist, “My room or yours?”

“Mine,” You reply, with ease, “Imagine if Bam walked in.”

Ryan exaggerates a shudder, shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. As soon as you giggle, he grins wide, completely content with himself.

You grab his hand and skip back to your hotel room, he laughs, shocked that you’re daring to even do something like this so openly. He wonders if any of the guys have peered out the window and noticed the two of you, silently praying that Johnny or Tremaine aren’t still up and staring out their windows as if waiting for something like this.

You, however, seem completely unbothered by the action. While he’s lost in thought, you drop his hand, jamming your key into the motel door and pushing the door open, hands held wide in mock show at the mediocre room.

“Clearly they spent most of their budget on my room,” You grin, “Look at how nice this is. We’ve got my clothes all over the floor, my camera that Pontius almost broke earlier also on the floor, stunt ideas Bam has poorly drawn all over every surface. Really a luxury suite.”

Ryan rolls his eyes, “Yeah, nice and clean for me.”

“Oh, please,” You scoff, hitting his chest, “Like you’re even showered.”

He scowls at you, immediately, jokingly, lunging for you, pushing you back on the bed with a THUNK noise. You attempt to fight back, and he immediately pins your arms above your head.

“Why didn’t you fight this hard against that women’s kickboxing champion?” You remark, jokingly.

He kisses you, sloppily, with far too much tongue. The way he always does that you’ve become deeply affectionate of, no matter how drool-y it is. “Mm, she was gonna kick my ass even harder if I did, are you kidding?”

“Scaredy cat.” You laugh, kissing him, softer than he does to you. A soft whimper falls from his mouth as it’s against yours, cock already aching in his pants from just the small interactions.

He’s been waiting for this eagerly all day, maybe he’s getting a little ahead of himself, but he’s sure you are too.

“You’re already hard?” You laugh.

He snakes his hand down your sweatpants, cold calloused skin against your stomach, trailing down to your cunt and running two fingers over it, “You’re already wet?” He mocks. Your face flushes in embarrassment, head falling in his shoulder. You admit defeat fast, ego crumbling.

“Awe, it’s okay, baby,” He says, voice condescending, “You can’t help it, I know.”

“You’re such an egotistical fucker,” You scoff, in response, he pulls your head up out of his shoulder, kissing down your neck like a man starved, “And a perverted one at that.”

“I’m the pervert?”

“Yeah, you’re the pervert,” You reply, “I know what you do for a living, I film it for fucksake.”

“So you’re a voyeur?” He retorts, effectively shutting you up.

He brings his big hands to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head and exposing your chest to himself. He lets out a full body sigh, eyes filling with adoration. “God, I’m so lucky.” He moans while kissing you, palming your breasts in half-baked, sloppy movements.

You make quick work with his belt buckle without even pulling away from his mouth, unzipping his pants as desperately as you can. Sure, you both thought you’d savor this a little more, all things considered, but it’s always been a little hard for you two to not turn into horny teenagers when you’re alone for more than a couple minutes.

You pump his swollen cock in your hand, his mouth falls open against you in pleasure, letting out a deep moan from the back of his throat, “Just like that,” He sighs, “Fuck.”

You keep a steady pace at his encouragement, you’ve done this enough times to know exactly how he likes it. Your hand slowly glides over his cock, from base to tip, repeatedly, occasionally running your thumb over his slit.

His blonde hair falls in his red face, breathing heavily and shaking his head, “I can’t.” He babbles, “I can’t, baby, I gotta be inside of you. I have to be inside you.”

You conceal a smile at the desperation in his voice, pulling your hand away and placing both palms down onto the mattress. He immediately pulls your sweatpants and underwear off in one swift motion, lining his cock up with your throbbing cunt and resting his forehead against yours.

He’s still breathing just as heavily, his mouth wide open in the wake of his own pleasure. He takes a minute to calm himself down, then murmurs, “Is this okay?”

“Mhm,” You hum, “Perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Ry.”

With that confirmation, he pushes himself deep inside you, letting out a shaky moan of your name louder than he means to. You gasp at the feeling, hands instinctively gripping onto his back to steady yourself, nails digging into his back hard enough to draw blood. You breathe in sync with him, completely by mistake, bodies both heaving, taking a moment to soak in the feeling of each other.

You don’t have to rush with your underwear around your knees and your back up against the cold trailer walls, you don’t have to beg for him to go faster so you can both get back to set in time, you don’t have to let out muffled moans against his palm in an attempt to stay quiet. You can just be together.

He rests his forehead against yours, you trail your hand from his back to his hair, fingers entangling in his curled dirty-blonde locks, scratching your nails against his scalp. He lets out a sigh of content, kissing you before he finally begins to roll his hips into your body.

“Holy fuck, you’re s’tight,” He gasps, “You’re perfect. Feel s’fucking tight n’ wet n’… Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect, holy shit.” If he heard anyone else talking to their girlfriend (friend, he corrects himself in his mind, repeatedly), he would laugh in their face for being so horrifically corny and shallow. Nobody is perfect, but somehow when he’s saying it to you he means every single word, and you know it.

You moan, muffling your voice in his shoulder out of instinct, mouth falling open against his band-tee, drool staining the white of it into a light gray. He, gently, pulls you away, by your hair, “Come on, I wanna hear you. I don’t care if the rest of the guys in the goddamn motel hear, I wanna hear you— fuck.”

At first, you consider shaking your head no, the possibility of Tremaine, who you’re sharing a wall with, hearing is too great. If he hears, he’ll tell Johnny, then Johnny will tell Steve-O and Steve-O will tell everyone. Then, not only are you the butt of every joke, you’re no longer a camera operator, you’re just the girl Ryan is fucking.

But as soon as you see the look in his soft, downturned eyes though, you push the thought away. You can’t stand the idea of saying no and seeing the disappointment in his face. So, instead, you allow yourself to let out the loud moans you’ve been restraining, letting out a whine of his name.

“There you go, sweetheart,” He grins, kissing your cheek, “Sound so pretty.”

His hand trails back down to your cunt, fingers finding your clit with ease, rubbing small, tight circles over it in an attempt to rouse an even louder noise from you.

He succeeds, obviously, because he always does when it comes to you. You let out a cry of, “Fuck, Ryan!” so loud that you sound, to your discontent and to Ryan’s glee, straight out of a porno.

“Tremaine is on the other side of this wall, Ry,” You say, voice pathetic and breathless, “I don’t want… He’s gonna know.”

Ryan shakes his head, kissing your neck, “Ah, fuck him. I got a gorgeous girl underneath me, the last thing I need to think about is fucking Tremaine.”

You roll your eyes, his stubbornness is so endearingly stupid that it somehow rounds into being attractive. You assume whatever makes you attracted to it is the same thing that makes you attracted to all the dumbass things he makes a living doing. “You’re a fucking idiot.” You comment, off handedly.

He responds, you know he does because you see his mouth move, but as soon as he begins to speak, he hits a spot so deep inside you that your vision feels like it goes blurred, your mouth falling open with desperate, wanton moans that are loud enough to fully cut off his sentence. Your hand, which has remained stagnant with fingers wrapped around his hair, tightens from the pleasure, yanking on it so hard that he lets out a shaky gasp, scrunching his face up in discomfort. His cock, twitching desperately inside you, tells a different story than the pain in his face.

“Fuck,” You gasp, “Fuck, Ryan, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—“

He shakes his head, letting out a breathless, “I liked it. I liked it, it’s okay. Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

At his words, you grab his head by the hair, and guide his mouth to yours. He slips his tongue between your lips, as if devouring you (or, more fittingly, as if he never learned how to properly kiss). You find that you don’t really care whether it’s the former or the latter.

“I love you,” He gasps, pulling away from the kiss with a spitty-popping sound, “God, I love you.”

Before he can see how your eyes widen with the words, he kisses you again, completely wiping the suddenness of it all from your mind.

He begins, again, to rub steady circles over your clit, just the way he knows you like, as he rests with his forehead against yours, breathing heavily into your mouth, occasionally kissing you again. “Ryan,” You gasp, against his lips, “‘m close. ‘m so close.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he coos, voice soft in a way that only you’ve ever heard, “You’ve got it, sweetheart, cum on my cock.”

Within moments, you’re clenching around him, babbling out hiccuped moans of his name over and over like it’s the only word you know. One hand tugging his hair, another digging deep into the skin of his back, so hard that you feel the skin break. It’s undeniably loud. If nobody had heard you before, they definitely had now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please let me cum inside you,” Ryan begs, face falling in your shoulder, “I have to cum inside you, please. Oh god, please, I’m so close, I can’t…”

You let out a hum, something more akin to a whine in the back of your throat, too fucked out to let out an actual, spoken yes.

His mouth falls open against your shoulder, pulling your body tight against him as he cums, letting out a shaky sob of your name and then collapsing on top of you.

You rest together for a moment, his cock still buried deep inside you, breathing heavily and in sync.

“Did you mean that shit?” You blurt when your mind stops being so fuzzy, chest rising and falling rapidly, “About loving me?”

He pulls up a little, looking at you with a bright red face, “I… I dunno. I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t mean to make anything weird—“

“No, it’s okay, I just—“

He cuts you off, unable to hold it in anymore, “Do you wanna go on a date tomorrow night? Like an actual—“

BANG, BANG, BANG!

The aggressive knocking on the wall interrupts him, it’s followed by a voice that is unmistakably Knoxville’s, arguably a worse person to overhear the two of you than Tremaine, “Dunn! Get the hell off’a her!”

“Oh, fuck.” Ryan sighs, rolling off of you and collapsing onto the bed. You cover your mouth, stifling laughter. He sits up, slamming his palm to the wall against the bed, “Mind your fucking business, Knoxville!”

You let out a chorus of giggles, resting your head on his chest as soon as he lays back down, scowling with his arms crossed. “The fucking nosey asshole.”

“I’d really like that.” You murmur in response, scared that if you speak the words too loud he’ll suddenly change his mind and decide that continuing being fuck-buddies is better.

“Like what?”

“The date, you dumbass.”

“Oh,” He says, then, much more enthusiastically, “Oh, yeah! After work tomorrow, we can go get something to eat. It’ll be great, I promise.”

“Ehh, maybe not dinner,” You say, “God only knows what you guys will be doing on set tomorrow.”

“A movie?”

“A movie sounds perfect.”

[scrmqwn]

could you do a ryan dunn x longtermgf!reader? it could be anything, but could it be set during viva la bam?

thank you! :)

WHAT A PERF ASK FOR RY!!! LOVE THIS !!! here is my fort knoxville rendition with dunny x gf!reader thx fer being here babe!

you and ryan had been together for ages, since he moved to west chester, practically. where ryan went, you were not far behind and you were the only person who loved him as much as bam did.

ryan was an early riser. wanted to be ahead of the day he always said. early bird shit, we wouldn't get it.

eight-thirty am. the sun was rising over you, engulfing you in a comforting warmth, and ryan was washing his bike, sipping from his coffee between cigarettes.

you sat perched on the cinderblock wall that lined the driveway, hearing a car engine approach the driveway, you stood up, standing on your tippy toes as best you could in your slippers.

"is that fucking knoxville?" you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your scalp, squinting through the rays of sunshine peeking over the tree-line.

ryan blew smoke out around his cigarette as he reached for a rag to dry his hands with, "yea, he's comin' over for a project."

you rolled your eyes and sat back down, quickly trying to get some more caffeine in your system before hell broke loose.

you'd gone in to shower and have breakfast with april, leaving ryan and johnny to catch up and work on their 'project'.

you're halfway through breakfast when you hear bam shouting from his room, "what the fuck are you guys doin'?"

as he comes barreling down the stairs, you follow him out to see johnny squatted on the roof of bam's hummer.

oh shit.

obviously, the rest of johnny's stay is chaotic. you'd been interrupted in the shower by ryan's bike engine revving so loud you were sure there'd been an accident, you'd had a toilet water and puke covered wallet laid in front of you, racked up a solid $100 on bam's card at the bar, you'd helped april clean the suds out of her house, helped ryan scare bam with a snake—you'd been busy to say the least.

johnny's flight had taken off, and you sat with ryan around a fire pit in the backyard, nestled into his lap, legs crossed over the arm of the chair.

ryan handed his cigarette to you to hold while he reached down into the cooler for another beer.

"this week was worse than a movie shoot," you leaned your head onto his, cigarette held between your lips for a quick drag.

"oh hush, you had fun gluing the pool balls together." ryan chuckled, pinching your side while trading you the beer bottle for his cigarette back.

"that was a one time thing, i swear!" you shook your head and held your hands up in surrender.

"you said that last time." ryan flicked his cigarette into the fire.

"i actually had a really good idea for a prank on bam." you stare at the fire and lay an arm around ryan's neck, hand reaching for his golden curls.

he's laughing again, "and what's that?"

you lean down to whisper in his ear. it's just the two of you home, everyone else out for the night, "and no one's even home, ry." you press your lips to his neck softly.

in seconds ryan has you over his shoulder, jogging to the house with you.

you're a giggling mess as he whisks you through the sliding glass door and upstairs towards bam's bedroom.

"didn't wanna film this one huh?" he's asking you as he kicks the door shut behind the two of you.

[welcometojackass2022returns]

A Sub!Bam x Reader Smut Drabble: Making Bam Look Pretty

First fic on the new account I had to make after getting locked out of my old one :( fly high @welcometojackass2022 I’ll miss you forever. I’ll be posting here indefinitely unless I somehow get access to my old account again; I plan to make a new masterlist that links to all my old fics from the original account alongside the new ones I post on this account from here on out!

This was based on an anon request! I can’t access the original draft obviously, but tried my best to remember everything you asked for :)))

Description: After jokingly calling Bam a “good girl” while he's getting makeup put on him for the scavenger hunt episode of Viva La Bam, you discover that Bam’s secretly (and embarrassingly) turned on by it and decide to push things a little further. This leads to Bam being on his knees in front of you in his makeup, lacy underwear, and a dress.

Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader, Sub Bam, Smut, Forcefem, Bam wears underwear and a dress and puts on makeup, Bam gets turned on by you calling him a “good girl” but is soooo embarrassed by it, Dry-Humping and Groping, Bam’s so pretty it hurts, Some bratty Bam but he's honestly more soft/pathetic here than usual, You suck Bam’s titties cuz why not, Bam sucks your fingers a bit cuz idk it looks hot

Tag List: @eyesofaliar

@eextremenoiseterror @chiod0s @ckyvlb thought you 3 might be interested in this one since you liked the other sub Bam drabble!

“Give him a little of everything. Lipstick, eye shadow, blush, mascara, whatever you’ve got.”

You grinned as you watched the waitress rifle through her makeup bag; Bam shot you a look, shaking his head anxiously, and your grin got even wider. What a baby.

You were standing in the middle of a random West Chester restaurant with the rest of the guys in you and Bam’s team, attempting to complete a major task for a Viva La Bam-related scavenger hunt; you’d initially begged to join the Bloodhound Gang’s team, but Bam had refused on the basis that he was your boyfriend and you therefore couldn’t compete against him.

The task in question was for one of the guys in the group to have someone else put makeup on them. Bam had tried to worm his way out of it, but as the indisputable pretty boy of the group, he had no choice.

“Don’t do too much, it doesn’t have to be a lot. You can just do a little lipstick and like, a hint of eyeshadow and it’ll count for full points.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be such a pussy, Bam. The other teams are probably gonna go all out for this, and so should you.”

He shot you another look, and you blew him a kiss. “Come on, pretty boy. Let the nice waitress make you even prettier.”

Bam’s face went slightly pink, but your words seemed to work; he quietly let the waitress do her thing, staring off into space as she began to apply lipstick and blush.

You watched with a soft smile, admiring how pretty the colors looked on his (already ridiculously beautiful) face. The waitress went to apply eyeshadow, and Bam’s eyes gently fluttered shut without her having to say anything.

You just couldn’t resist. “Wow, she didn’t even have to tell you to close your eyes, Bam! What a good girl.”

The other team members and the camera crew all burst out laughing, and Bam’s eyes immediately snapped open, his face burning bright red (even through the blush on his cheeks) as he stared at you with an unreadable look.

“Fuck off, asshole, I just didn’t want to get this shit in my eyes.”

You raised an eyebrow. Damn, he’s moody today. I’ve never seen him look like that.

The waitress resumed applying the eyeshadow, followed by some mascara, but Bam seemed noticeably thrown off by your little joke; his face remained as red as a tomato, and he kept shifting from one foot to the other, keeping his hands folded in front of his jeans in the oddest way possible.

You looked him over with a frown, trying to discern what his deal was, and then it hit you.

Holy fuck, he’s turned on.

No one else in the room was paying enough attention to notice, but you could see that your boyfriend had a bulge in the front of his pants, which was presumably what he was trying to cover. No wonder his face was so red.

When the waitress finished up the mascara, Bam glanced over at you with a nervous, almost embarrassed look, and you smirked, glancing down at his bulge for a split second so he would know you noticed. He swallowed anxiously, then pulled back from the waitress.

“No more makeup, that’s enough. Let’s get the hell out of here, we’ve got a lot more shit left to do if we wanna win.”

——————————————

Four hours later, you were all back at Castle Bam as April tallied up the final scores. Unlike Rake and Jimmy, who’d already taken their makeup off, Bam had kept his on, opting to simply act like he’d forgotten it was on his face — of course, you knew it wasn’t, given that you’d caught him admiring his own reflection at least 5 different times when he thought no one was looking.

You and Bam’s team won, as expected (you personally thought the Ladyboys should have won, but it was Bam’s show), and after dropping the grand piano from an insane distance and throwing a little celebratory bonfire, you said good night to everyone and pulled Bam off to his bedroom with a devious look on your face.

“Jesus, don’t tug my hand off. My dick isn’t going anywhere, dude.”

You laughed, pushing him into his bedroom and closing (and locking) the door behind you.

“Neither is that makeup. Wait here, I got something for you while we were out and dropped it off up here before the bonfire…”

Bam watched you root around under his bed in confusion, which quickly turned to shock when you pulled out a Victoria’s Secret bag. You handed it to him, and he peaked inside.

“Why are you giving me lingerie? If you’re gonna wear it, put it on and then show me.”

He tried to hand it back, and you stopped him with an evil smirk.

“It’s not for me, pretty boy. It’s for you. It’ll go with that makeup you’ve been refusing to take off all night.”

Bam stuttered out an attempt at an excuse.

“I—I forgot I even had it on, don’t make a big deal out of it. I was about to take it off.”

He moved toward the bathroom, and you stopped him, flashing him a dark look as you pinned him up against his bedroom wall, your knee instinctively pressing down against his crotch.

"You think I didn't see you checking yourself out in literally every mirror we passed tonight? Didn't notice how squirmy and embarrassed you got when that waitress was putting makeup on you? You definitely know that I spotted how hard your little dick got when I called you a...good girl."

Bam's eyes immediately went wide, and you felt him harden against your knee with a soft whimper, which he instantly tried to downplay by going into his usual bratty routine.

"Fuck you, I wasn't hard. You're just projecting your weird kinky shit on me. I'm gonna go scrub this makeup off now, you fucking freak."

He started to push past you, and you raised an eyebrow, dangling the VS bag in his face.

"You're telling me you don't want to look nice and pretty for me? You're not interested in wearing this lacy underwear and putting on this cute little red dress for me? Say your safeword then, if you really mean it."

You waited. Bam's face was bright red again, and his bulge felt like it was stabbing you in the knee. He stared at the bag and squirmed, but said nothing. You grinned.

"That's what I thought. Now be a good girl and put this on for me."

Bam glared at you weakly, snatching the bag and sulking off toward the bathroom, but he struggling to walk normally from how hard he was.

"Fine, I'll do it if it'll make you shut the hell up and quit bitchin' at me."

You grinned as you watched him leave; he slammed the door shut behind him, and you moved to sit on the bed, hearing him loudly rustle through the paper bag as he pulled his "gifts" out.

After five minutes, he still hadn't emerged, and you got up from the bed to press your ear to the door — silence. Not a good sign when Bam's involved. You grabbed the knobbed and turned it.

"Bam, what in the world is taking so long—holy shit."

Bam was standing in front of the bathroom mirror; he was wearing the silk red spaghetti-strap dress you'd gotten him, and you could just barely see his lacy black bra and panties through the sheer fabric. His makeup still looked immaculate other than his lipstick, which had gotten slightly smeared in the process of putting on the dress (although as far as you were concerned, that only added to the sexiness).

Bam shot you a red-faced look. "Don't make a big deal out of this, asshole, or I'll take it all off and let Raab use it as toilet paper."

You grinned, looking him up and down admiringly as you walked closer.

"Want me to give you a little twirl?"

He glared at you, but begrudgingly took your hand and gave you a half-hearted spin. You pulled up the back of his dress to reveal the black lacy panties, admiring how cute his ass looked.

"You make such a pretty girl, Bam...I bet you'd look even prettier on your knees for me."

Bam huffed. "Fuck off. I put the dress on, that's enough."

You grinned, pulling him back into his room and forcing him down onto his knees in front of you with your hand tangled in his hair; he didn't resist, just as you expected. Less bratty than usual...interesting.

Bam stared up at you vulnerably, his hands nervously twisting at the bottom hem of the dress as he waited for you to do something. You could see his hard cock poking through the fabric, and something about the sight of that mixed with his smeared lipstick made you feel absolutely feral.

"God, you look so pretty. You should wear that eyeshadow more often, Bam, it suits you. Shows off how slutty you are...speaking of which, it looks like something's bulging through that dress."

Bam glanced down at his erection with a flushed look, pulling the dress up and moving to pull his cock out of his panties, but you put your foot down against his thigh to stop him.

"Don't take it out, Bam. I don't want you touching yourself except through that dress. Rub yourself through it like a good girl for me."

Bam started to protest, but hearing you call him a "good girl" again immediately pacified him, and he obediently pulled his dress back down and began palming his bulge through it with a soft whine. He rocked his clothed cock against his palm, fluttering his eyes shut and letting his mouth hang open just slightly.

“Good, perfect. Just like that. So pretty for me, baby. Keep going.”

Bam obeyed, grabbing himself a little more roughly through the fabric of the dress and humping against the heel of his hand. You kneeled down to give him a kiss, intentionally smearing his lipstick even further and holding back a cocky laugh when he full-on moaned like a girl against your lips.

When you pulled away, his lips were slightly wet with drool, and his mascara was starting to run. He looked absolutely breathtaking, and you couldn’t resist pulling down the neckline of the dress to expose the black lacy bra covering his flat, pale chest.

You cooed over him. “Look how pretty. A bit big on you, but you do have a pretty flat chest…you gonna be a good girl and let me see your tits?”

Bam glared at you as he palmed himself again, but he breathlessly nodded, and you pulled down the bra to expose his flat “breasts,” leaning over to take one of his hard little nipples into your mouth. Bam whined, resting his free hand on the back of your head and panting under his breath as he continued to rut against his other hand.

You swirled your tongue over his nipple and slapped his hand away from his crotch to replace it with your own, grabbing at his cock with even more roughness than he’d shown himself. He gasped and let out another girlish moan, and you pulled away from his nipple to grin at him.

“You like that, pretty boy? You gonna cum all over your lacy little panties for me?”

Bam nodded, leaning his head back and shutting his eyes to savor the feeling. His lips started to drop open again, and you took the opportunity to slide your fingers into his mouth. He obediently closed his mouth and began sucking on them, and you stared at him in awe.

“Fuck, baby, you really are gorgeous. You’re a good girl for me, right? My pretty baby?”

Bam nodded eagerly, drool leaking from his lips to coat your fingers, and you grinned.

“Right answer. Go ahead and cum for me, sweetie, you’ve earned it. Get it all over that pretty red dress.”

You squeezed Bam’s cock one more time as harshly as you could, and he let out a whiny moan around your fingers, rutting his hips against the silk fabric of his dress as he came. A massive wet spot appeared over the place where his tip was, growing bigger and bigger as he rode out every last drop.

After a moment, he finished and collapsed exhausted against you, breathing heavily and burying his face in your neck. When he pulled away, his face was red and his makeup was completely smeared. You kissed him on the forehead, stroking his hair soothingly.

“You did so good for me, Bam. I’ve never seen you so obedient! I should put makeup and pretty clothes on you more often.”

Bam scoffed, but didn’t argue against the idea, and you could tell from the little smile on his face that he was more than game.

“Here, sweetie, let’s go get you cleaned up so we can sleep.”

You took Bam into the bathroom and tenderly helped him wipe his makeup off, kissing the corners of his lips as you took off his lipstick and kissing his eyelids after you’d swiped off the last traces of the mascara and eyeshadow.

“Let’s see how much of a mess you made in those panties, pretty boy.”

Bam slipped out of the dress and kicked it away, tossing the bra aside without bothering to unclip it, and you grinned at the sight of his black lacy panties — just like the dress, they had a giant wet spot in the center near his tip, and you could tell he was eager to get them off cuz of how sticky they were.

“I hope you know you’re washing all this yourself, Bam, cuz I’m not subjecting Ape to this.”

You helped Bam slip on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, and the two of you went back to his bed, crawling under the covers together so you could cuddle. You stroked his face with a soft smile.

“You’re so pretty, Bam. You don’t even need the makeup for it…although it certainly didn’t hurt.”

Bam looked away with a slightly embarrassed grin, but you could tell he was flattered.

“I know. You got lucky though, don’t think I’m gonna be doing that for you all the time.”

You shrugged, pulling him closer to you.

“Whatever you say…I’ll save the dress and the underwear just in case though.”

The two of you laid in comfortable silence for a moment, and then Bam spoke.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nodded, slightly concerned at his serious tone, and he looked at you self-consciously.

“Do you think that lipstick was the right shade?”

[welcometojackass2022]

How Each CKY Guy Would Handle Phone Sex

Here’s a nice little appetizer to tide you guys over while I work on my fic for Ehren <3 You can assume this is referring to the 1999-2004 era I usually go for, but it isn’t explicitly stated, so if you wanna imagine the guys at a different time, then by all means go for it! This includes Bam, Ryan, Dico, Raab, Rake, Jess, Novak and Frantz.

Tag List: @eyesofaliar

Bam Margera:

Bam is so unbelievably annoying about phone sex. Like, he won’t answer if you try to call him, but he’ll call you 10 times a day and at least THREE of those calls will be him attempting to initiate dirty talk. He’ll also get pissy if you don’t answer him, and if you decline the phone sex attempt he’ll definitely pout about it a little. In terms of the actual phone sex, he’s mid. He mostly just says shit like “I’d be fucking you SO hard if I was there rn” and “Your tits are so awesome,” not anything super sexy or sensual. It’s more like he’s planning ahead for when you guys have actual sex in person, and half the time it doesn’t even seem like he’s getting off at all. I also think he occasionally gets distracted halfway through sessions and just starts yapping about a skate trick he learned or a new Finnish rock band he’s into, completely forgetting that he was just having a hot and heavy conversation with you.

Ryan Dunn:

Y'all are gonna be mad at me...but Ryan doesn't do phone sex. This man hates being on his phone and especially hates calls, and I think he'd find the whole thing more miserable/awkward than sexy. He prefers the real thing! I think he'd love an occasional sexy photo or voicemail from you though, since it feels less awkward and he can just appreciate it without having to come up with a response right then and there.

Brandon Dicamillo:

Dico is either the absolute best or the absolute worst at phone sex, and it all depends on the mood he’s in when you call him. When he's in a more serious mood (or he's just too horny to focus on anything other than the task at hand), he's genuinely amazing at it; he's got a really sexy voice, he knows how to give commands, and he has a way with words that comes in handy for getting really descriptive and detailed with dirty talk. Unfortunately, that's only about half the time. The other 50% of the time, he's in his usual unserious mood and is just dropping one genius joke after another, even if you're begging him to stay on topic and say something sexy. It's like he saves his best impressions and jokes and characters specifically for your phone sex sessions, and it can be equally as annoying as it is hilarious. Sometimes he'll spice things up and randomly switch from a serious straightforward phone sex session to freestyling a rap about pussy, and you're just stuck there on the phone groaning in frustration and asking him to knock it off. I like to think he's intentionally amazing at it half the time so that you'll endure the bad phone sex sessions no matter how annoying they get.

Raab Himself:

Raab really, really likes phone sex, mostly because it combines his two favorite things: sex and getting to talk to you. However, as eager and passionate as he is about it, Raab's also a very giggly person, and I feel like the calls are usually more sweet and light-hearted than sexy. Even if you're both really horny and talking about something that's sexy in concept, Raab's gonna be laughing and sounding absolutely adorable the entire time and it'll impede on the erotic factor at least a little bit. I think there are two exceptions to this rule: one is when you're having a really late night phone sex session and he's super tired (cuz his voice gets a little gravelly and he's less giggly and more straightforwardly sexual), and the other is when the two of you are away from each other and he's missing you so badly that he's genuinely too focused on talking to you and thinking about sex with you to laugh at anything.

Rake Yohn:

Rake loves phone sex, and honestly I think he's pretty damn good at it too. He's very chatty and can get super detailed about how much he loves your body and all the things he'd do if you were there, and I think he can do this in whichever tone works best at any given time — serious and commanding, teasing and sexy, light-hearted and sweet, whatever suits the situation best. He definitely calls you 'baby' a lot during it too. I think Rake's also pretty good at staying on task compared to the rest of the guys (maybe a skill he's picked up from his job), and I think he prefers it when you're equally chatty and contributing sexy scenarios and very clearly are as into the whole thing as he is. If you're pretty quiet or wanting him to lead the entire conversation, he may lose interest.

Jess Margera:

Jess is probably the most casual/laidback about it; he likes it just fine, but he doesn't get like insanely into it and isn't calling you up 24/7 like Bam does. I could honestly see a relatively mundane phone call with him turning into phone sex because one of you randomly suggests it and the other is like "sure, why not." It's not like it's boring or unsexy by any means, it's just not some massive event when it does happen. I think he'd mostly be wanting it when he's away on tour with CKY and has to go a while without seeing you, and even then I think he'd be calling you more out of a desire to talk to you than to have phone sex. Still, if he's alone in a hotel room and is in the mood...expect a call.

Brandon Novak:

Novak loves phone sex, to the surprise of absolutely no one. He gets really into phone sex because he loves dirty talking and thinks he’s the king of it (feel free to use your own discretion), and honestly I feel like he’s got this interesting thing going on where he’ll say the most detailed, dirty, smutty stuff to you and then will get super turned on by you saying the most innocuous shit. Like, you could say you’re wearing red pajamas and he’ll get all turned on and start talking about how hot that is and how he wishes he was there fucking you in your “sexy” red pajamas. I also feel like he honestly can get a bit annoying because he barely lets you get a word in. I’ll give him credit though, he’s dedicated. You could call him while he’s in the middle of filming a stunt for the guys and he’ll start dirty talking to you right there in front of everyone. He also answers any phone call from you right away, any time of day or night, just in case it’s you initiating phone sex.

Joe Frantz:

Frantz takes phone sex the most seriously out of all the guys, and that makes total sense given that he’s incredibly good at it. Seriously, Frantz doesn’t have most of the issues the other guys have; he doesn’t feel the need to be funny, he’s able to stay focused, and he’s really good at being erotic and sexy and giving detailed dirty talk while still letting you speak an equal amount and without coming off as demanding or needy. I think he specializes in a domineering, gravelly, mildly condescending (but amused) tone, and I think he understands very well that phone sex isn’t just about talking — it’s about sounds too. He can make really sexy moans and work with breath play and knows how to turn you on with just the sound of his voice. Of course, as soon as you’re both “finished,” he’s back to being very sweet and light-hearted; I think of all the guys, he’s the only one who does aftercare for his phone sex, and it can make a big difference.

[vivaladicamillo]

i cant believe Abraham Lincoln said this !!!

[kellynickelsgirl00]

Little Devil Chapter 1: Returning to Normal November 25th 1999 Westchester PA

Tag list: @creoleeggin @gmcgeneral420 @ryandunnstoycar @welcometojackass2022 @xx-st44r-xx @volimte11 editing help from @tinyshyteacup

Warnings ⚠️: Canon typical violence, suggestive content, alcohol consumption, blood, medical care, feelings of despair, found family, cussing, angst, fluff, eventual smut, injury to main characters, allusions to DV and SA, Drug use, ex is a dickhead, long fic, x reader........ Not a warning but this is a plus size/mid size reader paired with Ryan fic (but can be looked over of you aren't into it)

Pulling into the old neighborhood once again after three years of being gone feels so natural and so easy, like it's the easy thing I've ever done.

But having the weight of needing to eventually explain to all your old friends why you're back if gonna be the hardest especially telling Ryan, he's the sweetest, most caring, sweet and shy person I've ever met.

Since I met him at fourteen we have been inseperable, closer then ever, but not as close as he and Bam are, but close. I gave him advice on how to pick up girls the right way, not the Bam way and have had many many sleepovers with the two of them and to be honest I can't wait to get back to that.

Get back to normal and back to myself without being scared, beaten down and trapped inside by my isolationist ex-boyfriend, who took me away from everything.

Pulling up to the house I'm greeted with a big smile and waves from Phil and April as I jump out of the car and hug them tightly.

"Thank you for this, I missed you guys so much" I mumble and hiccup trying to hold back tears

"It's no problem, don't even worry about anything we got you" April said as she rubbed my back in soothing circles. "The boys are gonna be so happy you're back, Ryan's been asking about you" she continued as she walks me inside.

"I know I've been avoiding him the last few months but that's because—w-well—you know why" I sigh as i finish the soft mumble, tugging down the edges of my sleeves until they cover my knuckles, the last thing I needed was April and Phil Margera seeing the bruises, at least not until they'd faded.

"The boys will be back in a few hours if you wanna unpack what you have and shower and settle "April smiles and helps me cary some of my belongings in

"Thank you again, I owe you guys big time —I promise I'll pay you back" I sigh and kiss her cheek as I head down to the basement

"Hey sweetie, we put you in the room across from Ryan's" she yells down the stairs and I cant help but smile at that.

"I remember, he's always has his so much shit in here" I giggle so excited to see him and everyone

2 hours later :

After unpacking my clothes and a couple boxes I'm finally done but I have a bare room nothing of mine really since all of it decor wise got destroyed in the last fight and I sit on the bed sighing and look around waiting for the boys to come home but also just thinking what I'm supposed to do now that I have nothing left from before him (ex) nothing I'm not the same I feel it and what if Ryan doesn't feel it either and then I'm out my best friend on top of this shit show of life.

I'm brought out of my thoughts as I look over outside my door and see Ryan's room and his door open.. knowing he's not home and I'm bored and nosey I go in looking at all his things and seeing that he still doesn't tidy much but still doesn't have a wreck mess of a room.

Looking at the desk in his room I find a drawer of all the pictures me and him or me him and Bam too and I feel my heart do a little flutter and I shut the drawer immediately ..

I love Ryan I always have he's my best friend ever but I can't not right now start getting the tingly feelings and butterflies and heart skipping a beat not right now not after this break up. Yea I had a crush on him in highschool but that was long ago I'm passed that and I don't think I want another love anytime soon maybe ever.

Out the corner of my eye I see his Little Devil shirt and snatch it up putting it on and leaving the room going to mine to wait for the guys again and relax from all the shit that's been this past week and month and slowly start falling asleep in the shirt and some sweats I stole from Ryan hoping he doesn't mind ....

Midnight :

"Dudes we got so much shit to unpack where the fuck are we gonna put it till tomorrow" Bam shouts at the guys as they all pile in the front door finally home and late " Shhh Bam we can't wake up your parents we were supposed to be home hours ago " Ryan groan and yawns as everyone shuffles and slams shit around trying to unload everything.

Hearing the shuffle and footsteps upstairs I wake up and yawn looking around bc it's not pitch black out compared to when I went to sleep but I get up and go up to see what's going on and that's when I see them and I wake up instantly

" Hi Boys " I smirk and smile giggling and wait for them to turn around as I flip the lights on " A —Amber?" Ryan looks at me and smile hugging him tightly " Hi Ry" I whisper and kiss his cheek hugging him so tight " surprise I'm back " I chuckle and step back looking up at him and checking him out " same ole Dunn just finally showing off that brownish red hair you got " I ruffle his curls and that's when he notices and blushes

" those are my clothes those are my dirty clothes " he laughs a little " well I couldn't find any of my sleep clothes " I lie and giggle " plus I knew you wouldnt mind I've borrowed from you since highschool " I kiss his nose and giggle and all the guys awww and oooo at us " oh shut up I missed him just like I missed you guys !!! Except I'm not gonna hug y'all you smell like a gym sock" I chuckle and look over at Ryan and he's staring at my arms and lower stomach since the sweats hang low on the hips

" what happened why y'all bruised " he touches my arms gently and gets a good look and I pull my arm away instantly "I — I just I fell and then I also had to carry and pack everything and I got knocked around trying to lift shit too heavy " I lie scrambling to come up with anything beliveable and the guys look around and say their goodnight as Dunn just stays there staring not buying it

" well are you ok ?? I haven't heard from you in months " he smiles but still looks concerned " I'm ok I'm better now that I'm back here and back home with you guys." I smile and sit down at the counter " what about you ry how are you " I ask softly and scoot closer " missed you I wanted to surprise you " I smile and pick up a snack. " Well I been pretty good just the usual hanging out with Bam working on my car and doing the videos like normal " he yawns and sighs looking around" wheres your boyfriend is he downstairs since you said you moved in here " he says a little less excited to honestly hear your answer

" umm well that didn't work out so I left as fast as I could " giving a tight lip smile " didn't want to move there anyway but I don't wanna talk about that or him" as I sigh and stop eating all together now feeling all uneasy about the subject " sorry It didn't work out " Ryan sighs shaking his head " I'm striking out too I got dumped by getting cheated on" he chuckles alittle " I'm a loser though you will have luck in no time " he pats my leg and stands up grabbing chips and other snacks " sleepover now we gotta catch up " He smiles loading his arms full

"So how did Bam do in his competition " I ask following behind Ryan as he walks downstairs dropping snacks as I pick them up " I think we got the whole kitchen too was this nesscary " I question laughing as I pick up the loaf of bread " well I didn't know what you wanted and I of course want everything you know me and my love of food " he chuckles and drops it all on the bed and he flips on all his little mood and dimming lights as you remember his hatred for the overhead light

"Oooo how romantic Ryan " I tease " all this just go get me in your room all you had to do was smile " I joke but and also some what telling the truth to myself at the moment.. Turning around bright red you get the blush reaction you exactly knew you would get " calm down big boy I'm teasing you put the blush away " giggling and crawl onto his bed sliding on a magazine

"oh I see playboy is still the mag of choice " I laugh flipping through" good lord and those are very used pages " chuckling I throw the magazine to his chest " dirty dog" I tease and he stumbles around trying to clean up " why is this out were you fucking around in my room why was my playboy out I put that up " mumbling trying to clean up

" Yes I snooped you should know this " I watch him as I start snacking " if I turn this TV on is porn gonna be on it " I snatch the remote up standing on the bed trying to be taller and hold the remote above my head " i don't know don't turn it on" he groan and laughs wrapping his arm around my lower back trying to pull me down to him as I squirm and wrestle away and fall into the bed

"Now just let me turn it on" I laugh and chuckle trying to hide the remote under me as he drags me to the edge of the bed by my ankles " no ya don't come here little lady " he laughs tackling me

" Ohhh you like this don't you " I chuckle and squirm crawling out from under him giggling " I win what do I get " I smirk holding the remote up and I turn on the TV " Should of known if it's not porn it's some car mechanic channel " looking up at him handing him the remote " you've been here 20 minutes and you're causing trouble " he grumbles smirking slightly "Aww you love it I know you missed me" snuggling into his side talking and getting back to normal the rest of the night eventually falling asleep snuggled and curled up with each other like highschool.

*Bonus pic of Ryan when he sees Irene (Amber)🥺🥰✨🤭

✨😘Let me know what y'all think and if I should continue or if you wanna be added to the tag list 😘✨

[missusdunn]

Bam Margera X f!reader X Ryan Dunn pt. 2

cw. Smut, MDNI.

“Hey, where are you going? It’s your turn.”

I stopped in my tracks turning around to look at the two men I just blew. Both still had their cocks out and Ryan already seemed ‘ready’ again

Bam looks at me with a wide smirk and Dunn looks hungry for more. 

“Just let me clean up first-“ 

“No.” Bam interrupts me. “We like it dirty.” 

He then stands and saunters over to me pulling me towards the couch and throwing me onto Ryan. 

Ryan runs his hands up my waist to my breasts. He seems mesmerized. 

Bam joins us on the couch and whines at the lack of attention he’s getting. I lean over to pull him into a kiss whilst still straddling Ryan’s lap. 

Meanwhile, Ryan plays with my tits while kissing and nipping at my neck. 

It seems as though something snapped in Ryan. He picks me up and slams me onto the couch, my head landing on Bam’s lap. 

Ryan basically rips my shorts off before moving my panties to the side. 

He doesn’t waste any time and pushes in. I let out a moan and Bam licks his lips as he watches Dunn sink into me. 

Ryan’s pace is unmatched. It’s fast, rough, and unforgiving. 

My legs wrap around his waist pulling him closer. My nails drag along his bare chest and I whimper and moan in pleasure. 

Ryan grits his teeth as he tries to go even faster. He must’ve really needed this. 

I felt myself getting closer and closer to my climax as Ryan pounded into me like a wild animal. 

Meanwhile, Bam palms himself while watching. Looking proud of his best friend for getting some. Even though that ‘some’ is his girlfriend. 

My moans become more high-pitched as Ryan repeatedly hits that spot inside me that feels oh so good. 

I cum hard, my pussy clenches around Dunn hard. Throwing him over the edge. 

I feel his spurts of hot cum shoot deep inside me. 

I can’t believe I just got fucked by my boyfriends best friend. 

“You’re welcome, Dunn.” Bam smirks. “Now clean her up.” He throws the soiled towel back at Ryan before heading to the kitchen to grab another beer. 

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authors note: Sorry this is shorter than expected. I hope you enjoyed. My apologies for making y’all wait so long for part two. I promise to write more jackass fics in the near future. love ya!