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asskickedbygirl · 2 years

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Would you write a smut about a fem reader who’s super turned on by Bam’s tattoos? Thank you!

The Tattoo [Bam Margera x F!Reader Smut]

part two

Desc: You’re a medic on the set of Jackass and you fucking hate Bam Margera. Though when patching him up you get sort of flustered at a certain tattoo.

A/n: Thank you for the request! Sorry i kind of went my own way with this and considered the tattoos a prompt rather than the focal point of the work but i hope you still like it! As always not beta read and ignore inaccuracies (:

Warnings: Smut (18+), Hate sex, oral m!recieving, p in v

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It was pretty fun being a medic on the set of Jackass. It was a boys club sure, bar the couple of female producers and crew members that worked there with you but something about being the young, attractive female medic made the guys love you. Instead of shouting “Medic!” at every injury, they’d yell “Nurse Y/n!” despite your “I’m not a nurse!” complaints. Nonetheless, you loved your job, especially since there was never a dull moment on set and you were kept pretty busy.

Although Johnny and Steve-o were your primary patients, Bam Margera had become somewhat of a regular the more skating stunts he performed. This had become sort of an issue because, well, you fucking hated Bam Margera. You got along with all of the other guys just fine, in fact you were also pretty good friends with the rest of the CKY crew but something about that blue eyed dickhead grinded your gears. He was always a nuisance to have on set, trying to annoy and distract you from your work at every possible moment. He made it his life’s mission to wind you up and piss you off and boy did he succeed in doing so! You weren’t shy in hiding your hatred for Bam, taking to dramatically groaning whenever he walked into your tent that production had set up for you. The other guys insisted Bam just had this massive crush on you and that’s why he tried to get your attention so often, god how old is he? ten? Anyways, you wouldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole.

Bam lay down, his head slightly raised, examining you wiping the blood off his abdomen. He had just done this idiotic shirtless skate stunt that ended in him eating shit and getting semi-impaled by a piece of wood jutting out of wherever he was skating. That’s how he ended up in your tent, unfortunately. “Why don’t you wear a sexy nurse costume to work Y/n? It would make this whole thing a lot easier.” You rolled your eyes, biting back a witty remark. You wouldn’t let him wind you up today. You bit your lip as you cleaned him roughly, your hand pretty close to his iconic heartagram tattoo above his crotch. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his tattoos wildly attractive. It was pretty juvenile of you, it’s not like you hadn’t been with people who were tatted before, but something about Bam’s ink made you feel different. Maybe it was because you hated him so much, any minor attraction was heightened by the fact you would never act on it. You accidentally brushed your fingers against the tattoo, swallowing quickly. Bam noticed you had gotten pretty flustered, a sly grin appearing on his face. He spoke your name in a suggestive, questioning manner, trying his best to meet eye contact with you but you refused to look up, rooting through your bag to look for your bandages. “Hmm?” You hmmmed through gritted teeth and tight lips. “Are you good?” He smiled some more, raising his brow and leaning up on his elbows, letting his jeans slip down his hips a bit, revealing even more of his tattoo. You cleared your throat awkwardly, your eyes clearly panning quickly down to take it in. Bam laughed outwardly now, sitting up despite your protests that you still had to fix him up. All this time you were anxiously avoiding his gaze, fearing what his face would look like if you saw it. Bam lifted your chin up by his fingers, his thumb resting on the dimple of your chin, forcing you to look at him. He had a shit eating grin on his face. You gave a disapproving look but didn’t try to pull away at first. “Y/n did you wanna ask me something?” You narrowed your eyes, genuinely confused at this suggestion. “What are you talking about?” You asked, this time not shying away from looking right at him.

With his other hand, Bam picked up your wrist from where it lay on your lap, clutching it gently then in a low voice he whispered, fairly close to your face, “Do you wanna touch my tattoo Y/n?” He smirked when he said it, knowing what effect this was going to have on you. You decided to play dumb, snatching your wrist away from his grip and avoiding eye contact once more to take a bottle of alcohol from your bag to disinfect the small wound. “Shut the fuck up Bam.” Bam laughed cockily, “Did I touch a nerve?” He then winced, hissing through his teeth when you pressed a drenched cotton pad of alcohol onto his abdomen roughly. “Ow! God, didn’t know you were into that pain stuff Nurse.” You shot Bam a disgusted look. “Try be professional for once in your life Margera.” You wiped the injury again, still pretending not to be wholly turned on by that stupid fucking tattoo. You crossed your legs tightly in an attempt to mask your horniness but Bam spotted this almost immediately. “Nurse Y/n…” He lulled suggestively, making you scoff and shake your head, getting the bandages ready to finally be done with him. He sat up some more to get closer to your face. “You know if you wanna fuck me you can just ask?”

This was the last straw, you threw your stuff onto the floor and looked him straight in the eyes, you let yourself be provoked by this arrogant bastard. “If you couldn’t tell, I’m at fucking work right now. Not that you’d know, probably never lifted a finger a day in your life.” Bam’s smile only grew at your frustration, you were giving him what he wanted. You resumed, “So maybe be professional and grow the f-“ You were cut off when Bam crashed his lips against yours abruptly, your eyes growing wild when you realised what had just happened. You pulled away, shock painted on your face. “So..?” Bam asked, a look of slight concern was hidden behind his cheeky smirk. You remained silent for what felt like years until you gave in to your girlish urges and grabbed his face to kiss him back.

You made out hard and fast, Bam sleazily slipping his tongue in far too quick, his teeth bashing against yours because of how rough he was being. You pulled away for a moment, “You’re a terrible kisser.” you spat before going straight back in. Bam laughed into your mouth, “Even when we’re making out you’re being a bitch to me.” He whispered, going right back to it afterwards. His hands were on your hips now, snaking down to grab your ass. He then lifted you up onto his lap so you were straddling him, continuing to fondle your ass. He pulled away properly now, “You like my tattoos Y/n?” He asked, brushing some hair away from your neck. You nodded now, it was too far gone to pretend you weren’t incredibly horny over some ink. Bam took your hand and pressed it against the heartagram, you rubbed it softly but it wasn’t enough. You got up off the rickety medic bed and kneeled between Bam’s legs. He laughed as his face turned redder by the second. You kissed the centre of the tattoo and licked it quickly. “God Y/n, when’d you get so fucking dirty?” You glared at Bam from below him before getting to work on his stupid heartagram belt. “You’re fast.” Bam’s witty remark was followed by a groan when you grabbed his semi-hard cock through his jeans. “Keep that up and I’ll bite your dick off Margera.” Bam cleared his throat, “Yes Ma’am.”

You pulled his jeans down as much as you needed before pulling his dick out. You tried not to whimper upon seeing it, you still had to have some dignity left after you were done with him. You spit on the tip and started pumping him teasingly slow, earning a few whimpers from Bam. You then took his tip in your mouth, tracing it with your tongue and tasting the precum that now filled your mouth. “God you’re such a fucking tease, do you know that?” You narrowed your brows before taking him in all the way, that shut him up nicely. Despite your best efforts, you couldn’t deep throat Bam all the way and Bam could tell you were getting frustrated. “What’s the matter babe? Can’t fit all of me in?” You glared at him again, this time letting your teeth graze his dick as a sort of warning. Bam grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you off him. “Ay, play nice.” Bam then gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and shifted up on the bed to get a good angle. You wrapped your lips around his cock once more as Bam eased you gently down. Eventually he got your mouth pressed against his base, humming in pleasure as you started gagging. You breathed through you nose as tears started to form and fall down your cheeks, the feeling of his dick at the back of your throat was becoming uncomfortable. You looked up at Bam who was biting his lip and giving you an almost sadistic look. It became apparent, Bam was not gonna let you up any time soon. “Nice hearing you shut the fuck up for once Y/n.” He laughed when your eyebrows narrowed. You murmured against his dick, the vibrations making Bam moan, only enjoying it more. “Does it feel good? You’re close to that tattoo you love so much now.” Bam was really loving the fact he could say whatever he wanted without you snapping back at him. You were beginning to struggle now, feeling your saliva drip down your chin and your mascara running. You slapped his thigh as a way of saying ‘let me the fuck up now.” “Just two more seconds.” Bam sighed, screwing his eyes tight, trying to prolong the moment a little longer. He let your hair go and you pulled off his dick immediately, breathing heavily. “Are you trying to fucking kill me Bam?” You wiped the dribble from your face and cleared your throat. “What a way to go it would be.” He laughed, earning him a smack on the knee.

You got up then, a little unsure of what to do next before Bam pulled you into him and kissed you. He fumbled with the bottom of your shirt so you pulled it off, letting him undo your bra and touch your boobs. “Nice tits.” He whispered after pulling away for a moment just to look at them. The whole thing was a little awkward given the fact Bam still had his dick out but the situation was fixed when Bam got off the bed and hoisted you onto it instead, slotting between your legs. Bam unbuttoned your pants blindly and helped you push them off your legs along with your panties, leaving both of you in the nude, Bam’s pants being kicked off onto the floor. It was very risky. I mean technically speaking anyone could walk in at any moment even if it was lunch but hopefully nobody would be maimed or seriously injured in the time it took for the two of you to bang. Bam held onto you hips as you continued making out. Using his other hand, he ran his fingers through your folds. “God you’re fucking soaked.” He pulled away to examine the slick left on his fingers. “Was it my tattoo that got you this wet baby.” You rolled your eyes despite the fact he was right. “Just fuck me already Bam.” He shrugged “Don’t have to tell me twice.” And with that he slid himself inside you.

You winced as he stretched you out, burying your nails into his shoulders to distract yourself from the pain. Bam stayed still for a second before slowly thrusting, trying to get you used to the feeling. Not before long, the pain turned to pleasure as your groans switched to moans. You pushed Bam’s waist into you forcefully as if it say ‘go faster’. He heard you out and started to pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. “Didn’t know you were such a fucking slut Y/n, getting fucked at work? You’re a fucking whore aren’t you?” In any other situation, you would’ve smacked Bam in the face, wanting him to shut the fuck up. But in this position, getting fucked by the guy you hated most, his dirty talk turned you on to no extent. “All for a tattoo is that right?” You nodded as you moaned, your eyes half lidded and slightly out of it. Bam grabbed your chin forcefully, making you look at him. “Answer me.” You moaned again, “Yes, fuck yes Bam.” Bam smiled sadistically, he had you at his mercy. This girl that despised him and yelled at him day in and day out was submitting to him. He held the small of your back and began ramming into you at a relentless pace. He grunted and groaned almost harmonising with your whiny noises. “You like getting fucked by me huh?” His degrading was getting sloppy as he felt himself get closer and closer to his climax. Not wanting to wait anymore he brought his thumb down to your clit and started rubbing it quick, attempting to bring you to edge with him. “Are you gonna cum for me Nurse Y/n?” You nodded your head dramatically, muttering a thousand yes’ under your breath. Bam grabbed your throat with his other hand. “Go on.” With that you orgasmed loudly, digging your nails into Bam’s back, not caring if anyone could hear you at this point. Soon after, Bam pulled out and came on your stomach, you winced at the feeling of it painting you.

You both remained in silence again, just your panting breaths filling the room. The embarrassment of what had just happened sunk into you. How the fuck did he get you to submit to him?! You got up quickly, finding a rag to clean Bam’s cum off of you and wiping your heat with it briefly. Bam continued to look at you, not bothering to get dressed himself as you struggled to get your jeans on, your panties uncomfortably wet. “Can you get your clothes on and get out of here before someone walks in?!” You spat, throwing Bam’s jeans at him. “Unbelievable” He scoffed, shaking his head. You glared at him, pulling your shirt back over your head. “What? You think just because you made me cum I’m gonna be all nice to you now?” You tried your best to fix your hair and makeup in the shitty mirror in the corner of the tent. “No no, it’s not that.” You looked back at Bam with a ‘what are you talking about?’ look. “It’s just…” Bam gestured at his abdomen. “You didn’t even bandage me up.” You looked at his injury and sure enough he was right. Because of all the excitement you forgot to actually do what you were supposed to. Though you hated the kid, you laughed, and so did he.

End.

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sunnyie-eve · 2 months

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10 | Getting there

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None

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"I just got the worst wake up of my life so now I'm gonna take it out on Dunn. Little back story, Anna has to bunk with Dunn because her bed is still dying from a prank we did on her." Bam tells the camera before going into the bedroom with the guitar he plans to slam on Ryan.

He sees Dunn laying on his stomach with one arm on top of Anna's left arm, who was laying on her side facing him. Bam liked how close the two were as friends but refused and never could imagine them more than friends. So part of him hated seeing how close their faces slightly were.

As soon as the guitar hits Ryan's back he starts shouting making Anna slightly jump before coving her face with her hands.

"What is going on?" Ryan asks annoyed.

"We're going to New Orleans and you two need to get up." Bam places his hands on his hips. Neither of the two move to get up so Bam jumps kicking off the wall landing one the two but mostly Ryan.

"I'm giving you the count of two to get up or else we're leaving your asses. One, two. Alright see you later." Bam leaves them.

"What a dick." Ryan groans.

"Nothing new." Anna groans as the camera crew leaves them to sleep.

When the two finally wake up it was almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon. "I miss my bed." Anna groans popping her back.

"It should be ready for you when we get back." Ryan tells her and she looks at him.

"I don't wanna go." She whines following him outside to see his ride. "Look at that. We both can't fit on that. Have fun." She smiles patting his back.

"They did it in Dumb and Dumber. Fine just ride with the crew." He looks at them and they agree she could.

On the Mini bike, Ryan stops at a place to get it juiced up to go faster than 31mph. "I say it won't make it over 40." Anna glances at Ryan standing on her left.

"Anything is better than 31." He tells her so she starts to smirk.

"Even 32?" She fully turns to face him.

"Anything over 35." He gets more specific. "You just gotta get smart with me, huh?"

"You know I do." She grabs his shoulder leaning towards him, "Because I'm actually smarter." She blows into his ear.

As more time and distance goes Ryan already had a chat with Bam and Raab. He almost lost a map and got a ride in the back of a truck.

"Okay, I'm done of this shit. We're flying the rest of the way." Anna grabs Ryan by his blue vest.

"I know our guy."

They arrive to New Orleans before the rest so they start to have fun drinking and getting a lot of beads. "You still wish you stayed home?" Ryan asks Anna as they look out at the crown of people.

"Yes, I still do!" She laughs drinking her drink.

"Why be home when alone and bored than here having fun?" He asks nudging her shoulder.

"Well for starters... I'd get a break from all the bull I deal with everyday." She leans against the railing looking at him with a smile.

"That's a very good reason... but I know a better reason to be here." He does the same as her actions.

"And what would that be Dunn?" She tilts her head.

"You're with me and I'm great to be with." He holds his cup out to her and she dings it with hers.

"I will admit that, yes. Only when you aren't around the others though. I'm sorry." She says making him laugh.

"All I'm hearing is that you say I'm great and you love me." He says making her shake her head.

"I never said I love you."

"You just did." He points out making her roll her eyes as he puts an arm around her shoulder. "Just admit it. You love me." He walks them over some so he could sit and pull her down to sit on one of his legs.

"Didn't you just say I did though? So I don't have to say it again." She takes his hat off him to fix the sides of his hair before putting it back on him.

Ryan just looks at her before remembering he has to speak, "Yes, you do."

Anna huffs not wanting to say it, "Fine, I love you." She says looking into his eyes before she gets off of him. The sudden realization she's falling for him all over again since she's gotten back and getting close to him again.

"Hey, look who it is." Ryan points out Bam so they go over to him. Ryan taps on Bam's shoulder making him turn around, "Where the hell you been?"

Bam suddenly realizes who was in front of him making him scream. "What the hell? When did you get here?" He asks them.

"Like hours ago." Ryan tells them.

"You got here before us?" Glomb says shocked.

"Look at us." Ryan motions to the beads around his and Anna's necks.

"There was no way you both actually fit on that shit." Bam eyes them.

"Fuck no. He rode that shit and I rode along with the crew watching his ass on the thing." Anna says half of the truth.

"This dickhead beat us in a moped! In a blue leather vest." Bam says making Ryan laugh and Anna walk off some.

"Anna you came!" Raab walks over to her. "I called you'd stay home. Look at you proving me wrong."

"You're already drunk really?" She laughs at him.

"No, I mean I probably won't remember anything." He laughs making her laugh. "Glad you came. You should've woken up earlier. It was a fun ride here and stoping at skate parks." He gives her a kiss but she didn't care.

"I'm kinda glad I didn't though because I would be stuck with Vito complaining about all the stops you guys did." She says knowing her uncle.

"Plus there was pranks between the buses." He puts an arm around her pulling her into his side.

"Where did Anna go?" Bam finally noticed she wasn't with them anymore.

Ryan looks around and sees her laughing with Raab basically hanging on to her. His arm was resting on her shoulder but making should she was kept into his side. Every time he talked to her, he would awfully lean close towards her while pulling her closer to him.

"With Raab." Ryan tells him while eyeing them down.

Bam looks over at where Ryan's eyes were focused. "I gotta go save her." Bam says making his way through everyone to get to her. "We lost you." He tells her.

"It's okay. I found her." Raab shakes Anna with a smile.

"Okay." Why don't you come back to the rest of us." Bam grabs his sister pulling her towards him.

"I will but I need to find a bathroom inside first. I'll be back." She slips away.

"Annabelle!" Bam shouts wanting to keep an eye on her.

"You're sister is fine in her own." Ape shows up with everyone making their way towards him.

Bam looks at Ryan trusting him the most, "I'll go find the bathroom." He leaves the group going inside.

Meanwhile Annabelle got to the bathroom with no problems but leaving was a different story. This random drunk guy grabbed her arm trying to keep her there to have a conversation.

"I really need to get back to my friends and family." She tried to tell him but he just wouldn't.

"You should let loose some." He removes his hand but walks closer to her.

"Really, I told my brother I'd be right back." Anna potentially tells him.

Ryan finally spots Anna with a guy looking very uncomfortable so he goes over to them. "There you are. We were getting worried about you." Ryan snakes his arm around her waist holding her closer to him then leans down giving her a quick peck on the lips. "This guy bugging you?" He eyes the drunk man.

"We were just talking." The guy tells him while Anna was staring at Ryan shocked by his actions.

"We should get back to the others." Ryan looks down at her.

"Yeah." She nods her head so Ryan walks them away. "You didn't have to do all that." She speaks up as he keeps his arm around her.

"It worked though didn't it?" He laughs.

"Well yeah but the kiss wasn't necessary. You showing up and the arm would've worked fine." She removes herself from him. "Thanks though." She goes to the others while Ryan curses at himself.

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megadextrious · 4 years

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Stolen from @daftpunkythrash and @gmdhc

Are you having a good day today?

Tbh not really. My head hurts and I wanted to go for a walk but it’s raining

What is one thing you wish you could tell your younger self?

Please for fucks sake take care of yourself, cancer really sucks!!! Also ditch some of those loser friends!

If you could only show someone one song to describe yourself, which one would you choose?

Daft Punk - Touch

What’s one song you like that people wouldn’t expect you to like?

Dirty Heads - Sloth’s Revenge

What are your go to shoes?

I’ve been secretly stealing the same exact pair of shoes from Walmart every few months because I’m a broke bitch. They’re like these cheap black slip-ons. So fucking comfortable

Do you have any pictures/posters in your room? What are they?

I used to before I moved back to ca, and then had to move back to Fl again... I sorta gave up, now all I have is a daft punk poster and this huge space tapestry by my bed, and a pennywise poster on my door.

Favorite software?

photoshop for sure

Favorite nail polish color

Gold 😉

Favorite spice or herb?

Hhhmmmmm.... I really like coriander

Have you/can you lucid dream?

I haven’t been able to lately but I used to be able to recognize when I was dreaming all the time because I couldn’t read or see my reflection in my dreams

Summer or winter?

Winter, I hate sweating. I hate Florida summers. I hate it here.

If you could relive one day in your life, would you? Which would you relive?

I have two answers to this; Valentine’s Day when I was 24. My ex and I were hanging out again because neither of us had anybody on Christmas and kinda spent the next few weeks together. Anyways, he gave me a couple painkillers and we walked to this Chinese restaurant and ate super dank food all high, then went home and had incredible sex and oral and then we watched Harry Potter movies all night. That was one of the best days of my life.

Otherwise I would go back to when I was 14 and saw cky live for the first time. After the show I got to meet all the guys but when I went up to Deron Miller I was so nervous that I couldn’t even speak. I had worshipped that guy for a long time and was so overwhelmed, so I just snapped a photo and ran off. I regret it so much. I should have said something. Other than that, I had an amazing time. Best show Ever, maybe tied with Robert Plant.

Favorite historical era?

Hhhmmmmmmm......... well, I’ve always liked the 60s and 70s, but recently I’ve been interested in the early 1900s, and the 1700s. The French Revolution was super interesting, as was the American revolution. I don’t understand why we can’t all come together and challenge our oppressors anymore... come on, guys. We are the 99% ffs.

Common misconceptions people make about you?

The stereotypes about someone like me are endless.

((( i tag whoever would like to do this!!! have fun! )))

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meteorcrab · 4 years

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look man, i dont care about b*cky but ppl really need to stop comparing him to villains who actually make the choice to be BAD PEOPLE. he was brainwashed, tortured, and experimented on ffs

#stop comparing him to kyle ron #stop comparing him to other horrible characters what the hell #not tf

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usuallydeepcoffee · 5 years

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what do you mean by fandom's hypocrisy and especially sam?

I mean that fandom has been ignoring Sam since he was introduced in the mcu and now (now that he’s paired with a fandom fave like B*cky) he’s suddenly getting more attention, with people using him as a way to say, “see I’m not bitter about st/cky, I’m just concerned about Sam being abandoned by Steve as well!!”

Like… it sure is convenient that these posts are popping up now, seeing how these fans weren’t really that concerned about Sam up till aeg. There’s a ton of st/cky fics where Sam is just… written out of it because he’s in dc and Steve and bucky are in ny (lmao even tho Sam stated that he was willing to follow Steve). Ffs the most kudo-ed st/cky fic, a 100k monster (which has now been taken down) had a redemption arc for Rumlow but Sam was not mentioned once, and I’m supposed to believe that this newfound interest in Sam has nothing to do with fandom’s butthurt feelings about endgame and the fact that it “sunk” st/cky? Sorry, but no.

#it's kinda like ppl being concerned with sharon now #when they have been pushing for her to be written out of the mcu since cacw #lmao im tired of this kinda bs #anon #mcu wank #anti stucky #kinda but not really

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homicidalfantrolls · 5 years

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⭐⭐⭐ For Toresce? ;3c

Obvi♂usly I c♂uld talk ab♂ut Ch♂w f♂r h♂urs, but I d♂n’t kn♂w if he needs t♂ get any m♂re sp♂iled than he already is. He’s sexy, str♂ng, c♂nfident, witty, and irritating and I w♂uldn’t change a damn thing. He pisses me ♂ff in a g♂♂d way and it’s nice wrestling and shit with him.

The p♂st wrestling is even m♂re fun, th♂ugh.

Thunder is an abs♂lute fucking m♂r♂n. I still d♂n’t kn♂w h♂w ♂r why I l♂wered myself en♂ugh t♂ actually...date him. He’s never d♂ne anything w♂rthwhile in his entire life and I can’t see that changing. The ♂nly g♂♂d thing ab♂ut him is h♂w pathetic he gets when I’m fucking him.

Bruun♂ is even fucking w♂rse. Thunder is pathetic and ann♂ying. He’s n♂t even really w♂rth hating. Bruun♂, th♂ugh, is fucking unbearable. He’s c♂cky and disgusting and I w♂uld give anything t♂ fucking rip that smug smirk ♂ff his face ♂nce and f♂r all. He has n♂ idea h♂w lucky he is I haven’t fucking gutted him yet.

#sugggestive/#ns/fw #tori is masty and refuses to be censored #Tornado Warning #Storm Clouds #Cotton Candy Bones #Pride and Prejudice #i love using his happy s-rote he only gets that way around chow #toresce gladia #ask

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chnuru · 7 years

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北海道在住1年目ワイ、寒すぎて寝たら死ぬ気がするｗｗｗｗｗｗ

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asskickedbygirl · 2 years

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Temporary Girl !** 🩻 🛒

Hot For Knoxville **•

Going Up ** 🩻 🛒

In Charge **

Raab Himself

The CKY Groupie **• 🩻 🛒

Steve-o

For the first time, again **•

The Workplace Flirt **•

Spike Jonze

Secretive **

Jess Margera

Hush Hush **•

Liar !

Ville Valo

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Chris Pontius

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Stephanie Hodge

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asskickedbygirl · 2 years

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He’s Not Here [Ryan Dunn x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re Dico’s sister and Ryan shows up at your house when he wasn’t around. You get to talking and turns out maybe not all of your brothers friends are assholes.

A/n: Remarkably the first proper Ryan fic I’ve written ?

Warnings: mentions of sex & alcohol

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It was Friday and you were home alone for once. Your friends had all bailed on you yet again so you were left to the old sweatpants and VHS tapes. As soon as you were settled on the couch, remote in hand ready to watch Thelma and Louise, your doorbell rang. You groaned, that better not be Brandon back already. You huffed and paused the film before it even began, getting up to answer it. You swung the door open, glaring the ringer until you realised it wasn’t your annoying older brother, but his cute friend, Ryan. Your eyes widened, embarrassed you had answered with such haughtiness. “Oh shit, sorry. I thought you were Brandon.” Ryan simply laughed you off. “It’s alright, so I take it he’s not here then.” You shook your head, suddenly very aware you were only dressed in old sweats and a tight fitting tank top. “He’s not but, he should be here in like half an hour if you wanna wait it out?” Ryan scratched the back of his neck and sighed, unsure. You admired his button nose and his blond hair. He was probably the cutest of your brothers friends. Sure there was Bam but he was just the asshole kid in your grade that used to make your life so very hard when he was still in school, along with Chris. You were constantly called stuck up and a smart ass just cause’ you weren’t failing every class but whatever. Ryan was pretty much the only nice one to you, but you still regarded him as a bit of an ass by association.

“Uhhh I don’t know.” You sighed at his response, opening the door wider to let him through. “Just come in.” He shrugged, and let himself wander in, scuffing his shoes off of the mat once you shut the door. Manners, who would’ve thought? You lead him in to your living room and gestured that he sat. “Beer?” You asked but Ryan just shook his head, sinking into the couch. You sat down on the opposite end and tucked your legs beneath you. “So what are you and Brandon doing?” Ryan laughed under his breath, “What?” You smiled, trying to understand the humour. “No it’s just, it’s kinda funny you call him Brandon. So formal.” You scoffed, “Would you rather I call him Dico as you guys have so graciously blessed him? Cause’ it’s a bit weird seeing as my last name is also DiCamillo if you haven’t forgotten.” Ryan shrugged. “It was just an observation.” The silence was awkward after that. Why’d you have to be such a dick all the time? “Sorry, I get defensive kinda quick.” Ryan nodded. “I think that just comes with having an asshole for a brother.” You spoke, laughing awkwardly. “He’s not always bad.” Ryan said and you shrugged. “Yeah I know. His friends kind of are though.” You looked up at Ryan, grinning stupidly. “Ouch.” He mouthed, mimicking a knife stabbing into his heart.

“Have to admit though, out of all my brother’s asshole friends, you’re probably my favourite.” Ryan smiled, you even thought you could see a blush creep up on his face. “Yeah?” You smiled and nodded silently. “Well for the record I never thought you were stuck up either.” You folded your arms and laughed. “Thanks so much, glad that’s still spreading around.” Ryan grinned. “Only by Dico, and sort of Bam and Raab too.” You shook your head, “God they were such assholes to me in high school.” Ryan’s face faltered, “I’m sorry about that. We were all kind of dickheads back then.” You shrugged. “Well I don’t cry myself to sleep anymore so, apology accepted.” Ryan’s face faltered even more if that were possible. “I’m sorry.” You laughed awkwardly. “I’m kidding, It was never that bad.” He sighed with relief. You bit your lip then, a bit of courage coursing through your veins as you shifted closer to the blond. “You know, I also always thought you were the cuter one.” Ryan let out a breathy laugh. “You’re on thin ice DiCamillo.” You smiled, “Bet that’s not the first time you’ve said that sentence.” Ryan bit his lip and shook his head. “Don’t remind me who you’re related to.” You pushed his hair off his forehead, moving even close to him now. “Whys that?” Ryan’s eyes flashed from your lips to your eyes. “Cause’ it’ll make what I’m about to do a bit more regrettable.” Then he leaned in and met your lips with his own, hand resting against your cheek.

You moved slowly in time with his lips, soft and plump. You shifted your body closer to his and brought your hand up to his jaw, brushing your thumb over it gently. Ryan began moving quicker now, opening your mouth wider to make out properly. Then he brought his hands down to your waist and moved you so that he was on top of you, never breaking the kiss. As he lay above you, hands tracing your neck you felt a swipe of his tongue on your lip and you opened, accepting it. You made out roughly with tongue, grasping his face to prolong it as long as possible. His hands wandered down to your tits, groping them softly through the material of your tank top. Your mind clouded, completely forgetting where you were as you reached down to undo Ryan’s belt, whimpering quietly into his mouth. Once you began unzipping his pants you heard the front door swing open and almost jumped out of your skin. Ryan quickly clambered off of you as you broke the kiss but it was too late. Brandon walked in on a hot make out sesh between his best friend and his sister.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” He yelled, still stood half outside, looking in at the two of you in the living room. Ryan quickly zipped up his pants and scrambled to buckle his belt once more which just made everything worse. “Why the fuck are you making out with my SISTER RYAN?! AND WHY THE FUCK IS YOUR DICK OUT?!” You adjusted your tank top and wiped Ryan’s saliva from your lips. “His dick isn’t out jesus christ.” Brandon slammed the door shut and darted into the room. “No! I will hear nothing from you! Ryan, what the fuck?!” You looked over to the poor guy who’s face was as red as a tomato. “I’m sorry. Look we weren’t… you know…” “Fucking?!” Dico interrupted, his hand gestures dramatic and exaggerated. “God it’s not that big a deal Brandon chill out!” Brandon shook his head. “No this is a big deal. I fucking knew you’d date one of them and now you’ve fucked it! She’s too young for you Ryan!” You snickered now despite the tension in the room. “I’m two years younger Bran.” Brandon shook his head, his anger fading slightly. “Doesn’t matter! You guys are fucking gross.” Then he stood awkwardly, not sure what to do after his dramatic meltdown. “Well, now just. Just don’t make out!” He turned his back then and headed to his room.

After hearing the door slam you couldn’t help but laugh. Properly laugh. Ryan looked less amused. You hit his arm playfully. “Don’t look like that, he’ll get over it.” Ryan shook his head. “He just walked in on me with my pants undone on top of you Y/n.” You giggled again, covering your mouth. “Ah it wasn’t that bad.” Ryan just looked at you, shaking his head. You leaned in and pecked him again, smile still playing on your lips. “Don’t tell me you regret it now.” Ryan smiled too, “Nah.” he kissed you again, your lips resuming the rhythm they once had. “FUCKING STOP!” Brandon had emerged from his room unbeknownst to you. You pulled away and both just laughed, even Dico looked a little amused. “I am going to smack both of you.”

End.

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asskickedbygirl · 2 years

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Cam Girl [Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re a a photographer at a CKY show and catch the eye of a certain Margera. Then he fucks you in the bathroom

A/n: I’m like 90% sure this is exactly how bam and nicole met lmfao. set in like 2004 when radio bam and vlb were fresh (:

Warnings: alcohol, smut 18+, bathroom sex, p in v, vaginal fingering

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You flicked through the settings on your camera anxiously awaiting CKY’s set. You had been a fan for a while and getting the opportunity to shoot them was a dream come true, free show aside. Unbeknownst to you, the drummer’s younger brother and MTV star was eyeing you up from the sides of the stage. “Who’s that photographer chick? She’s fucking hot.” Jess rolled his eyes, “Let the girl do her job and then you can flirt with her all you want Bam.” “Or fuck her.” Novak interjected, “Or I will.” Bam punched his life partner in the arm and continued ogling you from the side lines.

The show was fucking awesome and you got some pretty great shots you knew the band would be impressed with. Time to get these sent off to your magazine. You went to leave the venue but felt a tap on your shoulder. “Sorry Ma’am, Jess Margera was wondering if you wanted to come backstage?” It was a security guard. You became flustered, not expecting this proposition, you hadn’t even spoken to any of the band members before, what did he want with you? “Oh umm, well I have to send th-“ The blank expression on the guards face told you he did not care at all for what you had to do so you thought ‘fuck it, they can get these shots later.’ You shrugged your shoulders, “Why not?” The guard nodded and escorted you to the backstage area.

Your heart was beating rapidly as you walked, nervous for whatever awkward encounter you were probably going to have with one of your favourite bands. Eventually the security guard led you to a dressing room and opened the door, letting you in. In the room was the whole band, standing around or sitting on couches, drinking beers and smoking cigarettes. Along with them was Bam Margera the MTV star and his buddies Brandon Novak, Chris Raab, Ryan Dunn and Brandon DiCamillo and a couple other guys you didn’t recognise. You gulped when you saw this room full of famous jackasses that suddenly seemed incredibly intimidating and you wondered why you even agreed to come. You weren’t expecting to see all the guys you and your friends would gush over every Sunday. “Hey look! The cam girl has arrived!” Novak spoke first, leading the whole room to look towards the door where you waved awkwardly. “Don’t call her a cam girl dickhead.” Bam punched his friend in the arm once again and hopped up from his seat to greet you. “Sorry about him, he’s a dream seller.” Novak made a kissy face at you as you laughed awkwardly. “I’m not entirely sure what that means but okay!” Bam stuck his hand out for you to shake. “I’m Bam, Jess’ brother.” You nodded as you gripped his sweaty hand. “I know who you are.” Bam raised his brows with a grin, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” You shrugged, “Not sure yet.”

You were interrupted as Jess came over with a beer bottle in hand, passing it over to you as you gratefully accepted it. “Great show!” You said and he thanked you, “Get any good shots?” You nodded and reached for your camera, willing to show them the cool stuff you captured. You flicked through the pictures as Bam and Jess said things like ‘that’s fucking awesome’ ‘sick’ ‘so cool’ You thanked them for their praise and began drinking your beer quickly in an attempt to catch up with how drunk everyone else seemed to be. “So what made you want to become a photographer?” Bam asked, taking in your whole body like you wouldn’t notice. You blushed but answered him nonetheless, “I don’t know, guess I’ve always had an interest in it, why’d you decide to become a professional idiot?” Jess laughed and shook his head, leaving the two of you to flirt shamelessly. “Guess I’ve always had an interest in it too. Come over here, meet my friends.” Bam slid an arm over your shoulder naturally and led you to the couches where his Viva La Bam crew were hanging out. He told you the names of all the guys as if you didn’t already know and introduced you to some new faces like Joe Frantz and Mark Hanna. You politely smiled at each of them and slid in next to Bam as he made room for the two of you on the couch Novak lay shirtless on. “Hey babe, you know if you wanna sleep with Bam you gotta get through me first.” This earned Novak yet another punch in the arm. “Damn he likes this one.” Novak laughed, nursing his arm with his hand. “Don’t listen to him, he’s jail bait.” You nodded and laughed awkwardly.

“Get any good shots?” Ryan asked you and you sighed, nodding while going through the motions of showing all the guys the photos you had just shown Bam and Jess. Eventually the conversation moved away from the casual small talk that comes with being a photographer and soon enough Bam seemed to be putting his moves on you. He was so close to you at this stage, talking about absolutely nothing important into your ear as you were forced to move your leg on top of his to combat how squished you were, not that you were complaining. You had downed several beers at this stage so the alcohol was beginning to take over as it clouded your judgement. If you thought an hour ago you may not sleep with Bam Margera, you sure as hell were going to now.

Bam was playing with your hair and necklaces as you babbled on about whatever Bam had asked you. “So you ever fucked a guy in a band before?” The question was pretty unexpected and it was apparent he was now trying to cross over into unspoken territory in order to get into your pants. “Are you in a band?” You asked, pushing his hair back seductively. “Woah, that is not what I was asking you.” Bam joked, throwing the hand that wasn’t on your waist up in mock surrender. You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest. “Yeah maybe I have fucked a guy in a band before. Why?” Bam bit his lip and smiled, “Was it like in a bathroom? Would you let someone fuck you in a filthy bathroom?” You narrowed your eyes and leaned in to Bam’s ear, “Are you asking to fuck me in the bathroom right now?” Bam moved his hand so it was rubbing against your thigh. He laughed cockily, “Maybe.” You grinned cheekily, “Then ask.” Bam looked confused, until he realised. He breathed out awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. “Uuuhhh hahaha.” You shoved his chest again, “Come on, If you really want to, just ask.” You looked at Bam through heavy lids, telling him all he needed to know. Bam sighed out and shifted awkwardly before leaning into your ear and asking, not so quietly, “Can I fuck you in the bathroom?” You laughed and touched his shoulder, “Okay.” Bam smiled madly and licked his lips, practically jumping up off the couch to lead you away. “She’s fast!” Novak commented, having heard parts of your conversation. Bam rolled his eyes and flipped off his friend before leaving the dressing room to find the nearest bathroom.

You bit your lip nervously as Bam pushed the two of you inside the men’s room and locked the door behind you. He immediately got to work smashing his lips against yours and making out roughly. He grabbed your hips roughly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your movements and clutches horny and desperate. Bam shoved his thigh in between your legs as he pushed your back against the door causing you to moan at the sudden friction. Bam smiled as he continued kissing you, moving his hand to your waist to guide you on grinding on his thigh. You figured you had enough after a little while and so reached down to unbuckle his belt. Bam helped you unzip his pants as he shimmied them down to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers as you grabbed at his covered length. He was already growing hard and your touch caused him to moan out. You were eternally grateful for choosing to wear a skirt in that moment, easy access never meant so much. Bam slipped his hands up to your ass as he hooked his fingers around the band of your panties, pulling them down and letting them drop to your ankles. Immediately he pressed his fingers against you, whimpering slightly as he felt how wet you were. You moaned as he swiped up and down your folds and again even louder as he slipped two fingers inside of you. Your make out was barely making out at this stage, just wet sloppy kisses mixed with moans and whimpers.

“Just fuck me already Bam.” You whined at last, growing impatient as he lazily fingered you. Bam pulled his fingers out of you and laughed, “You’re making me feel like Novak here.” He grabbed your waist and spinned you around so he was behind you as he bent you over the sink. You supported yourself on the counter and moaned at this sudden change. “Havent even seen my tits yet.” You laughed breathily and Bam nodded, “Good point.” He pulled you up and tore your tank top off of you, revealing your tits. He grabbed at them and caused you to moan as he played with your nipples between his fingers. “Yeah that’s better.” Bam bent you back over, pressing your tits against the cold surface of the sink as he took his dick out of his boxers and lifted your skirt up to show your ass. He groaned as he gripped your hips and slowly sunk himself into you, not giving much time to tease you with his tip. You moaned at the sensation and winced as he stretched you open. He began moving slowly, before picking up the pace for a good fuck. As the two of your moaned in unison, Bam gathered up your hair with his right hand and lifted you up to look at yourself in the mirror as he railed you. “Yeah fuck, you like getting fucked in the filthy fucking bathroom?” Bam groaned out, panting as he continued pummelling into you. You moaned and nodded, “Uh huh.” Bam pulled your head back further, “Yeah good fucking girl.” This position proved awkward but Bam changed that once he wrapped his other arm around to rub your clit as he continued to fuck you. You moaned and whined helplessly, not really caring that anyone from the dressing room could hear you right now if they were to walk down the hall.

“Fuck I’m close Bam.” You bit your lip to try suppress your moans but Bam only encouraged it as he sped up. “Yeah come on, cum on my cock” Bam’s demands were becoming ragged with his thrusts starting to be uneven and sloppy. Eventually you teetered off the edge Bam had brought you to and you finished with white hot pleasure coursing through your body, a loud moan erupting from your lips. The feeling of your heat tightening around Bam’s cock was enough to bring him to edge. He pulled out of you and jerked off quickly, finishing on your ass without a second to spare. You stayed bent over the sink for a moment after Bam let go of your hair, catching your breath as Bam tucked his dick back into his boxers and pulled his pants back up. Before you could fix yourself up, Bam had pulled your skirt back over your cum stained ass and was pulling your panties up over your soaking heat. You narrowed your brows at him, “Seriously?” He laughed as you fixed your top and tried to make your hair look presentable. “That was fucking hot, come on we’re probably going to a club now.” You looked confused again, “You’re bringing me?” Bam shrugged, “I may have fucked like Novak there, but I’m not Novak. I wanna party with you.” You laughed at the absurdity of the situation but shrugged, “Alright MTV star.” He shook his head at your sarcastic response. “Cam girl.” He muttered.

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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Radio Bam - F!Reader Fic

Episode Four

ep one - ep two - ep three

Desc: You’re a regular on radio bam!!!! And you’re a whore !!!

A/n: thank you anons for inspiration <3 also gonna keep eps a little shorter so i have more to write for! feel free to send more ideas!

warnings: strong language, explicit mentions of sex

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Y/n: It’s Radio fucking Bam everyone, Dico’s done enough intros for now I’m sick of him calling me a whore so I’m doing it tonight! Today we got minging ass Brandon DiCamillo, father of the year Brandon Novak, the dickhead that airs out everyone’s business Ryan Gee and the other dickhead Baaaaaaam Margera!!! Oh and me hot pants.

Dico: You’re calling yourself hot pants now?

Y/n: I’m embracing it, it’s kinda endearing.

Dico: I wouldn't say that.

Novak: Y/n can’t call me a whore anymore after last night.

Bam: Ah man I’m still fucking thinking about that.

Y/n: We’re airing this out already huh?

Dico: Shocked Gee hasn’t posted about it on his website yet.

Bam: He’s typing it up right now.

Gee: I didn’t get a photo of it.

Y/n: Thank god.

Bam: Y/n you genuinely deserve the whore title for that I’m not kidding.

Dico: It’s up there with Novak’s worst.

Y/n: No it is not you guys are so fucking dramatic.

Gee: Dude it was pretty hardcore whoring.

Y/n: Let a girl live.

Y/n: As if Novak’s never fucked in there either.

Novak: Well I don’t bring home random haggard ass dudes from the bar.

Y/n: I was taking a page from your fucking book! Last week you assholes were yelling at me for hooking up with people I know so I brought home a random for once and now you’re all acting like I committed a crime.

Dico: Fucking on a couch is a crime.

Bam: This is not helping your ‘I don’t have an exhibitionist kink’ case.

Y/n: Wow big words from you Bam.

Bam: Frantz taught me that shit.

Y/n: Well it’s not my fault you fuckers destroyed my god damn room so I have to sleep on the couch now.

Gee: Yeah sleep on the couch not fuck on it.

Y/n: Where the fucks Jess he needs to defend my honour.

Dico: Is he your next victim?

Y/n: Haha, very funny. No but seriously why were you guys barging in in the first place?!

Bam: BARGING INTO MY OWN LIVING ROOM??!!

Y/n: IT WAS LIKE FOUR FUCKING AM I THOUGHT YOU WERE ALL ASLEEP!

Novak: I never sleep babe.

Y/n: Yeah cause’ you were fucking someone too.

Novak: On my own bed cause’ I’m not an animal.

Y/n: Dude you’ve fucked in dirty ass bathrooms you are one to talk.

Dico: That couch is fucking minging Y/n you’re gonna give everyone STDs.

Bam: Can we tell the listeners what actually happened now?

Dico: Yeah Y/n I’d love to know what was going through your head.

Y/n: Well there’s nothing to tell, you guys just walked in on me fucking.

Dico: It was worse than that.

Bam: No let me tell it. So we were hanging out upstairs at my house and then we were like wait where the fuck is Y/n and that guy she brought home from the bar cause’ she wasn’t in her room. Anyways, it’s pretty late at this stage but we ran out of beers so we went downstairs and what do we fucking hear?!

Novak: *claps hands*

Dico: *dramatic moaning*

Y/n: Oh god shut up.

Bam: Y/n is full on humping this lanky green bean looking dude on the couch we hang out on every fucking day!

Novak: A sight for sore eyes baby.

Y/n: I’m so fucking done with these double standards. I can’t even count on two hands the amount of times we’ve all seen Novak fucking everywhere but when I do it I’m the biggest whore?!

Bam: Are you actually pissed right now?

Y/n: You know what? Yeah! I am fucking pissed!

Dico: Well before Bam and Y/n slit each others throats Jessie Margera is here!

Jess: Did I come at the wrong time?

Y/n: Jess I’m dead fucking serious if one more person calls me a whore tonight I’m getting violent.

Novak: You gotta admit it babe, it was pretty whory.

Y/n: Alright yeah but being compared to you is where I draw the line.

Dico: Don’t get your panties in a twist.

Novak: I’ll untangle em for you aaayyooo.

Y/n: Fuck you guys.

Bam: We’ll stop slut shaming you for a minute before you fucking implode.

Y/n: Thank you.

Dico: We should read some hate mail.

Bam: Oh we’re absolutely reading hate mail I fucking love hate mail.

Y/n: I already know what this shits gonna be.

Bam: Oh my god this ones already off to a great start.

Y/n: Christ.

Bam: Bam, stop putting that little fucking slut on air. Her whorish endeavours are vomit-inducing I don’t wanna hear anymore stories about field fucking or I will cut off my ears and send them to you.

Jess: Jesus.

Bam: It gets worse. Why the fuck do you hang out with the little brat, you’re hot shit and she’s fucking everything that walks except you and Novak. At least she’s not thick enough to catch an STD from his haggard ass but I’m sure she has a whole host of them anyways.

Novak: Hey man.

Y/n: This funny to you Bam?

Bam: Hysterical.

Y/n: I thought we were done slut shaming me for today.

Dico: It’s fine you can have your knight in shining armour Dunn to shield you from it.

Y/n: Oh god shut up asshole.

Gee: Ryan?

Bam: Oh yeah isn’t he picking you up after this?

Y/n: Don’t turn this into something, we’re just gonna see a movie.

Novak: You gonna fuck in the theatre again?

Y/n: I’ll break your legs Novak.

Dico: Awooooah she’s going back to her roots.

Bam: Have you reached your quota for humping dudes and now have to go back to the ones you’ve already nailed?

Y/n: You guys are such pricks, I am single everyone!

Novak: Available but still won’t bang me.

Y/n: Yup.

Bam: Well anyways I think we should dedicate this next song to Y/n’s new and old boyfriend Mr Ryan Dunn who still won’t come on this fucking radio show.

Y/n: For good reason and he’s not my boyfriend.

Bam: This is Bloodhound Gang, Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo or just FUCK which is what you guys will be doing later on Sirius 28 Faction!

Dico: They’re gonna fuck on air?

End.

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asskickedbygirl · 2 years

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Can I request a smut with Bam and a fem reader where he surprises her with new lingerie and she tries it on for him? Your CKY groupie fic was so amazing btw, I loved it. Thank you!

Please [Bam Margera x F!Reader]

not my gif!

Desc: Bam splashed out and bought you a custom set of lingerie and insisted you try them on. Then he asks you to do something you simply can’t deny.

A/n: Thank you for the request and i’m so glad you enjoyed! just a quick one but i liked the idea <3

Warnings: smut (18+), oral f!receiving, face sitting/riding

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“Hey Y/n.” Bam called after you as he walked into your shared bedroom, a smug expression on his face. You were sat on your bed trying to read but that was basically deemed impossible in the Margera Household. You noticed a fancy looking purple box in his hand, a black ribbon tied around it. Your heart dropped thinking you had forgotten some sort of anniversary but nothing came to mind. “What is that Bam.” You pointed at the box and Bam responded by presenting it to you like it was a crown for a queen. You hesitantly took the box, unsure if this was some prank or not but nonetheless you untied the ribbon and took the lid off of it. All you could see was some fabric sitting on top of tissue paper but when you lifted the fabric up to examine it you couldn’t help but laugh. Bam had bought you a purple thong with a matching bra, if you could even call it that as the part that would cover your breasts was completely see through lace. Embedded in the back of the thong was a little silver heartagram, the same in the middle of the bra. “Well?!” Bam said gesturing to the lingerie. “They’re custom made!” He waved his hands around making you laugh. “I can tell.” You smirked, worrying Bam that you were unimpressed. “I have to say Margera, you go to unbelievable lengths when you’re horny.” Bam laughed at this, as well as you. “Well what d’ya say, try them on for me?” Bam flashed you an excited grin after asking, raising his brows suggestively. You rolled your eyes and took the set in your hands, getting up and moving to the bathroom causing Bam to clap his hands together like he was about to enjoy a nice meal.

You kicked the en-suite door open with your foot as you leant on the door frame as seductively as possible. Bam was blushing like hell, a stupid grin spreading across his face. “Is this what you wanted Bam?” You gestured to your body, scantily clad in the tiny pieces of fabric Bam referred to as ‘lingerie’. Bam nodded, giggling like a school girl now. You turned around then to show off the heartagram at the back. You flipped your head around to see Bam wiping his face with his hand, shaking his head while smiling like an idiot. You began walking slowly towards the bed, once you reached it you began crawling towards Bam, straddling his lap. You fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him before leaning in and planting a soft kiss to his lips. You pulled away after the peck, letting Bam try chase you with his own lips. You smiled at his desperation before leaning into his ear. “What do you want me to do?” You whispered, Bam breathed heavily and tried to touch your boobs but you pinned his arms back. “No touching. You tell me what to do.” Bam swallowed dryly, getting all nervous like it was his first time. He looked at you, his face all red and smirk-less for once. “Can you sit on my face?” He asked so pleadingly. You were shocked by the answer to be honest, figured he’d want to stick it in your ass or something. You laughed, “Bam you have me at your mercy and you want to eat me out?” “Please.” was all Bam could spit out, sending butterflies to your stomach. For some unknown reason, you had never sat on Bam’s face before. To be honest you thought the idea didn’t excite Bam so this ask was news to your ears. You complied with Bam’s wishes and ordered him to lay on his back, head to the pillow. You sat on his bare chest now, looking down at the man you rarely saw as submissive as this. “Panties on or off?” You asked and he replied promptly, “On.” Sounds about right, wants to see you cum in the panties he bought you. You understood and pulled the, practical string, to the side to expose your bareness. You got up on your knees and moved to hover your pussy right above Bam’s face, his eyes flicking down to take you in.

“Are you ready?” You asked, holding onto the headboard already. Bam simply nodded enthusiastically and so you lowered yourself, not putting your full weight down yet. Bam got to work, holding your ass and hips while sticking his tongue inside you. He moved his thumb down to rub at your clit as he continued to eat you out. He had to lean up in order to do it as you were still slightly hovering but Bam changed this when he pulled you down properly. Still you counteracted some of your weight by holding onto the headboard but Bam didn’t seem satisfied. Abruptly, he pulled you down all the way, making you yelp a bit but alas, now you were properly sitting on your boyfriend’s face. His tongue and thumb moved at such a rapid pace, the pleasure causing you to grind into him. It occurred to you that he probably could hardly breathe what with his nose pressed against you. You lifted yourself up but Bam narrowed his brows. “What are you doing?” You almost laughed, breathing heavily now. “Can you even breathe?” Bam smiled, your slick covering the bottom of his face. It was pretty awkward having a conversation with someone directly under your vagina. “I can breathe fine, now.” Bam moved your hips back down and went back to it. You still clutched onto the headboard, the pleasure Bam was giving you causing you to moan pornographically. Your hips started moving again, at this point you were borderline riding his face but Bam seemed to enjoy it, grabbing at your ass as you did so. “Oh fuck Bam!” You continued your moans and whines and it almost killed you that you couldn’t hear Bam do the same. That was until you felt vibrations beneath you, you faced your head around to see Bam had his hands down his pants, fondling himself as he ate his girlfriend out. The image was so incredibly sexy to you, it brought you so much closer to the edge. You repositioned yourself so now your clit could be at the forefront of Bam’s mouth, encouraging him to suck and play with it. You grabbed the headboard again and announced you were close. You looked down to see Bam had his eyes shut, concentrated on his own pleasure as well as your own. Bam’s tongue worked wonders and not before long you were cumming on his face, your moans loud and prolonged.

Your legs shook beside Bam as you moved off him to sit back on his chest. Bam was still moaning and groaning as his hands moved faster and faster down his pants. “Are you gonna cum in your boxers Bam?” You teased, rubbing yourself against his chest. Bam nodded letting out a little “uh huh.” You put your hand in his hair, grabbing it tightly. “Go on and cum baby, I know you can.” With that, Bam finished in his jeans, groaning loud and screwing his eyes even tighter shut. You giggled as he panted, pumping slowly to ride the orgasm out. “That feel good?” Bam simply nodded, chuckling as he removed his hand from his jeans. “Thank you.” He murmured. You laughed at this odd statement “Why are you thanking me?” Bam opened his blue eyes then, moving you down to sit on his crotch instead. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Well had I known that I would’ve ridden your damn face a long time ago.” You both laughed then and leaned in to share a kiss. Bam looped his finger into the hem of your thong. “And I would’ve bought you these panties a long time ago too.”

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Jealous? [Brandon DiCamillo x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re Bam’s best friend but are popularly hated on gossip websites. Dico’s jealous of your friendship. Smut ensues

A/n: i’m back thank god. will be writing more now that i have time!!

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, oral f!receiving, alcohol, insecurities, angst

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Ever since you and the crew had gained fame from the CKY videos, you and Bam had grown inseparable. Of course he became the pretty boy toy for MTV and all the magazines while you were brushed off as his girl best friend but you didn’t care, he was your best friend after all. You didn’t like to admit it but since your rise in popularity, the other guys may have been kind of side tracked in your life compared to Bam. Sure you created everything together but it was usually just the two of you and the other guys rather than the crew as a whole when you were at events and things. Dico had been your best friend since middle school but you found yourself drifting apart every day. It wasn’t even that great being Bam’s best friend from a celebrity standpoint. Sometimes articles and gossip sites would try expose the two of you for secretly dating which you found funny until you’d open the forums of comments and read them until your eyes were sore. ‘He’s way out of her league.’ ‘There’s no way he’s fucking that fugly bitch.’ ‘He could do so much better.’ were just some of the ones circulating. You knew it was self destructive and most of it was just bullshit from horrible people but you couldn’t help but let it consume you whole. Sometimes you’d opt out of walking the red carpet with Bam to avoid the hatred being spewed but it was inescapable if you still wanted to be around him. The guys knew about all the comments, hell it was practically unavoidable. They never brought them up to make you feel bad, instead opting to say they’ll break the commenters kneecaps live on radio bam. Sure it helped but it didn’t stop the tears on your pillow each night.

After a three day bender with Bam and Novak, you finally returned to your humble abode of Castle Bam. Dico was staying there for a while along with the other guys and you went wandering to his room to show him something. The copious amounts of alcohol had worn off by then but your exhaustion was making you a little delirious, hence why you found yourself knocking on his door. You let yourself in after a few seconds of silence, figuring you couldn’t walk in on anything too bad at 7 in the morning or whatever time it was. Alas, he was fast asleep in his bed but not for long. You triumphantly walked over to his window and pulled the curtains open dramatically. “Good morning!” You chimed causing Dico to groan loudly, shoving his head into his pillow. You skipped over to where he slept and pulled the covers back, clambering into the bed in your gross clothes from partying. “You smell terrible” Dico mumbled against his sheets, turning his head to face you. “Thank you very much, I haven’t showered in four days!” Dico rubbed his eyes with his hands and flipped his body to lie upright, his shirtless torso exposed. “What are you doing here?” He grumbled, still in a daze. You smiled, a manic, delirious smile. “I have something to show you.” Dico narrowed his eyes, a little concerned.

You flipped to your side so your back was facing him to show off the fresh heartagram tattoo on your lower back just above the waistline of your jeans. A ‘tramp stamp’ if you will. “Oh my god.” He groaned, hiding his head in his hands. “What? It’s matching with Bam’s now.” Dico just shook his head, “Well of course it is.” He shot sharply. You returned to your previous position, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You acted like you had no idea what on earth he was talking about. “It’s always you and Bam now.” You smiled, a little unsure if he was being serious or not. “Are you jealous DiCamillo?” You pushed his hair off his forehead playfully but he brushed you off. “I’m not jealous, it’s just, well.” You raised your brows, waiting for him to get to the point. “We used to be best friends.” You laughed now, a hearty laugh. “Well I can have two best friends Dico!” Brandon just shook his head. “No you can’t. Don’t you know what ‘best’ means.” You weren’t laughing anymore, this felt weirdly serious. “What are you twelve? What are you talking about?!” Dico shrugged, leaning over to get his pack of smokes from the dresser and lighting one up. You sat up on your knees. “Look I’m sorry we drifted apart a little, I am.” Bran didn’t respond, inhaling his cigarette and passing it to you like a joint. “I’ve missed you, I really have and I feel bad about it. Can we be best friends again? I promise I can have two.” Brandon looked at you and smiled flatly before rolling his eyes and nodding. You grinned happily and jumped to kiss him on the forehead adoringly. After finishing the cigarette you changed into Dico’s clothes to sleep next to him for the remainder of the morning. No spooning or anything but it was nice. You knew it was time to stop sidetracking the guys, and who better to break that than with Dico himself.

The next few weeks passed by quick, you tried your best to talk and hang out with Brandon as much as you did with Bam but that was hard when he wasn’t as in the spotlight and into partying as you were. After another weekend of drinking you returned to the castle, cheery as ever, hugging Brandon tightly from behind once you entered his room as he played his video games. “Heyyyy nerd.” Dico wasn’t enjoying your sudden affection and taunting, instead switching his game off and hurrying to head to bed as it was already pretty late. “What’s wrong with you?” You jeered, crossing your arms. “Nothing.” He mumbled, taking his shirt off to sleep. “No there is something wrong with you. You’re being so distant even after the whole best friend thing.” Brandon caught your gaze, his eyes cold and stern. “Well nothing much really changed, did it?” He spat and you scoffed, “Is that what this is about? ‘Best friends’ like we’re in middle school?!” Dico scratched the back of his head, and turned so his back was facing you. “You know he’s not gonna fuck you the more you hang out with him right?” There was silence. Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach upon hearing those hateful words.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” You sobered up real quick, the swaying in your head remained the same but you were stern. Fucking angry. It seemed like he had only just realised the weight of the words he spat at you, turning to face you, his gaze softening, concern filling them. “I- I didn’t mean that.” You got up from the spot where you were sat on the floor and walked up to him, not caring that he was shirtless. “No, please enlighten me. What the fuck did you mean by that?” You had never been so livid in your life, but now your emotions were taking over as you felt hot tears begin to rise. “I was just kidding.” Your cheeks flushed a hot red as salty tears began to spill down them, causing Brandon to look even more devastated. “That’s not fucking funny.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, tough guy act completely broken down. Bran lifted his hands up to try wipe off the tears that fell, “I’m sorry, I’m- fuck I’m just-“ You swatted his hands away and went to storm out but Dico grabbed you by your shoulders to stop you. “No don’t go. I’m really fucking sorry, I didn’t mean it I was just trying to hurt you, it was fucking stupid.” You turned your gaze back up to him, your eyebrows furrowed. “You think I don’t know Bam would never fuck me? I don’t want him to but god I’m reminded of the fact he wouldn’t every fucking day. Do you know how exhausting that is?” Dico shook his head silently. “You of all people. Always first to my defence but it was never true, was it? You think the same as everyone else.” Your words were sharper than knives, cutting into Brandon’s flesh. “No, no. It is true, I don’t know why I brought it up I’m just jealous that’s all.”

You narrowed your brows. “Jealous?” Brandon nodded frantically. “All that time you’ve been spending with Bam I just- I miss you. And I think you’re beautiful. Really fucking beautiful. All those assholes are just jealous they’re not fucking Bam.” You hated that your snickered a little at his comment. “I’m not fucking Bam you know.” Brandon laughed, “Yeah but they all think you are. Plus they’re probably jealous Bam gets to fuck you.” Your face faltered. Sure he was just trying to cheer you up but there was no point lying. You pushed his hands off your shoulders and went to leave but Brandon noticed your change in demeanour, and stopped you from going once more by slamming his back on the door. “I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not lying. Any guy would be lucky to fuck you Y/n. I’m serious.” Brandon lifted his hands up once more to brush off the spare tears on your blotchy face with the pads of his thumb and this time you let him. He held onto your face when he was finished. “I’m jealous because I want to be the one everyone thinks you’re fucking.” Your eyes widened. “Don’t fuck with me Dico.” He shook his head. “I’m dead serious. I’ve liked you for god knows how long.” You shook your head in disbelief, he nodded now and leaned in to press his lips against yours.

It was a pretty big shock, who knew that’s where this conversation was going. You were fairly conscious at your wet cheeks and the snot that was about to fall down your nose as Dico continued to kiss you softly while you moved your lips with his. Brandon pulled away first, still holding your face. “You taste like salt and cigarettes.” You laughed then, reaching your hand up to wipe the moistness off of yourself. “I promise it’ll be better next time.” Brandon raised his eyebrows quizzically. “Next time?” You rolled your eyes and pulled him in by his face to kiss him again, this time with more passion. You made out for minutes, Brandon’s hands finding your waist as he slipped his fingers under your top to touch the skin beneath, playing with the hem all the while. He pulled away to ask if he could take it off, and you agreed, lifting your arms to allow him. He looked right at your tits when the tank top was off, holding onto your waist once more and sighing as he leaned in to kiss you. While making out, Brandon’s hands snaked down to hold your ass and began lifting you off your feet, signalling for you to wrap your legs around his waist. When you did so, Brandon carried you over to his bed and lay you down on top of it, leaning above you while still connecting lips.

Brandon pulled away to move down and begin unbuttoning your pants. “Is this okay?” He asked and you smiled, “More than okay.” Dico flashed you a smiled as he pulled your pants off, discarding them on the floor. What surprised you then, was that he didn’t immediately take his own pants off, desperate to be inside you. Instead he began kissing the inside of your thighs and playing with the band of your panties. You sat up on your elbows, “What are you doing?” Dico licked your inner thigh then, sending shivers to your core. “Can I eat you out?” Your heart swelled enormously and you almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “I didn’t take you for an eat out on the first date kinda guy Brandon.” Dico shook his head, “I’m not. But I feel like a dick and I wanna make it up to you.” You raised your brows. “And I also just want to eat you out.” You laughed and nodded, “Be my guest.” He smiled then and hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere on the floor of his room. You didn’t expect Bran to almost gasp as he stared at your core, it made you feel sort of self conscious until he began running his finger through your folds, admiring the slick that coated them. You whimpered at the contact making him look up. “Already so wet, I’ve barely touched you.” His teasing made you even more wet than before as your chest rose and fell quickly. “If all it took to get in your pants was to be an asshole I would’ve done it a lot sooner.” You shoved his head from between your legs and he laughed but stopped you from responding as soon as his tongue made contact with you. You whined softly, feeling him lick from your clit to your core. You threaded your fingers into his hair and pushed him forward. It caught you by surprise when Dico slipped his fingers into you abruptly, beginning to move them in and out as he sucked on your clit. “Fuck you’re good at this.” You muttered, your breathing scattered. After a few moments of fingering and sucking, Bran switched positions. This time he had his index and his middle finger rubbing your clit rapidly as he tongue fucked you. You moaned loudly at this change of pace, your fingers tightening their grip around his hair. It didn’t take long for Dico to bring you to the edge. “I’m- fuck I’m close Bran.” This only encouraged him, quickening his pace until you finished on his tongue with an almost pornographic moan. You forgot to consider the fact everyone was home at that moment but hoped they just figured you’d snuck a guy home from the bar or were just having a real nice time by yourself. The teasing you and Dico would get would be relentless if they found out you fucked, endless ammo. But you didn’t even care about that in the moment, too hung up on Brandon lapping up the rest of your cum.

You pulled him up and kissed him gently, tasting yourself off of him. You pulled away and smiled, blissed out and horny. “Where the fuck did you learn that?!” Dico shrugged, “I watch a lot of porn.” You pushed his hair off his forehead as you laughed and pecked him once more before reaching down to unbuckle his pants. He sat up on his knees and began yanking them down, discarding them on the same floor your clothes were. He took his boxers off with them, you sat up on your elbows to take a look. Brandon laughed when he caught this, your eyes wide, lip between your teeth. “Like what you see?” He kissed you before you could respond, hands snaking around your back to undo your bra. You let him do so, throwing it away. Dico bit his lip and began handling your tits roughly with his hands, the contact making you whine. As he did this you could feel his length brushing against your core, making you more desperate than ever. He laughed when he caught your hips moving and thrusting in his direction. “Alright, I’ll fuck you now don’t worry.” His lip was between his teeth once again when he held out his hand for you to spit on. He pumped himself a couple of times before rubbing it between your folds and pushing into you slowly. The breaching caused you to tense up, the pain ringing through you. But he went slow, and gentle. Eventually the slow thrusts became fuelled with pleasure as you shut your eyes in ecstasy. "Does that feel good?" He whispered, his eyes boring into your face. You nodded. “Tell me how good it feels.” His thrusts were still painstakingly slow but god did it feel amazing. “Feels so fucking good Bran.” Dico smiled, “There ya go.”

Your eyes were barely open as you clung onto his back, pressing his chest against your own, whimpering into his ear. The pace quickened the louder you moaned until Dico switched his position. He got up on his knees, still partly inside you and hoisted one of your legs up so it was around his waist before climbing on top of you again. “Be loud for me. Yeah?” You nodded frantically before Bran slammed into you roughly, fucking you nice and hard now. You fulfilled his wishes as you moaned loudly, out of control. Dico’s grunts and groans as he ploughed were enough to get you to the edge for the second time that night. “I’m close. Fuck!” Brandon brushed your hair away from your face. “Just hold on and wait for me babe. Okay?” You nodded, sighing as you tried to hold it. The way he said ‘babe’ felt so natural. Not before long, Dico’s thrusts became sloppy and out of time to the steady pace he had set. His groans became more aggressive before he spat out, “I’m gonna cum.” With only a few more thrusts, Dico spilled into you and quickly moved his fingers to rub your clit until you finished around his cock.

You stayed like that for a while. “You’re on the pill right?” You laughed, “A little late for that isn’t it?” Brandon’s eyes widened but you lightly slapped his face, “Yes I’m on the pill. Relax!” Dico sighed and smiled before pulling out of you, examining the way his cum poured out. He grinned smugly as he began pushing it back inside of you with his fingers, but you grabbed his wrist, you were already super sensitive. He understood and got up from the bed, putting his boxers on so he could head down the hall to the bathroom and fetch you a towel. You lay on his bed and watched him walk to the door, slightly dazed after what had just happened. When he opened the door to let himself out he simply went “Shit.” Bam, Novak and Raab were stood outside, child-like awe painted on their faces. Bam’s eyes lit up even more when he saw you lying there, naked on Dico’s bed, vagina no doubt on display. You scrambled quickly to get under the covers. “Y/N?!?!” The guys all exploded with shock, yelling and saying iterations of. “YOU GUYS FUCKED?!” With Chris even claiming he ‘knew it’. You hid your face in your hands and could tell Dico felt bad as he began trying to chill them out, though the smug grin stayed there. “Man I thought one of you guys was fucking in here, not both of you?!” Novak laughed. “I left my broad in my bed to see who it was moaning up a damn storm. “Yeah jesus Y/n you’re very vocal.” Bam cackled. You wanted to curl up and die and also hit yourself for being so nonchalantly loud in a house full of assholes. “Leave her alone guys.” Brandon tried to get them to fuck off. “Alright Mr. Cream pie we’ll leave you be now.” Raab giggled as he took the guys away, your cheeks burning a hot red.

Dico slammed the door, instead picking up an old shirt to use on you. “Fuck I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “No it’s fine, just that almost all of my closest friends have now seen my vagina.” Dico laughed as he held on to your knee and began wiping his cum off you. “Nothing to be ashamed about. You got a-“ You cut him off by slamming your hand against his mouth. “Don’t even.”

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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sorry for drought because of exams but here’s what fics im working on so sorry anon requests have been sitting there for so long!!! i will get to them!!! also if you’re req isn’t on here it’s prob just cos i’ve already written something v similar and want to branch out a bit. when requesting you can be as specific as you want it really helps!!!

~ sub!knoxville ~ req

johnnys annoying you all day at work and you deal with him when you get home

~ medic!reader with bam or ryan fluff ~ req

basically reader has troubled past with the guys and is not a fan of them but then they begin to grow fond of each other. haven’t decided who to make it for tho… bam or ryan lmk

~ ville valo secret fwb ~

your bam’s friend from west chester and end up regularly hooking up with ville behind everyone’s backs after meeting him

~ phone sex with cky guys ~

your ryan’s gf and the guys overhear you tell him your horny over the phone while he’s away filming and end up fucking with you but getting kind of overly into it, specifically dico

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Fic about cuddling with Ryan after a long day?

Long Day [Ryan Dunn x Reader]

this is just a drabble (: sorry i’m so late to this lmfaoo

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“I’m fucking exhausted.” Ryan let out an exasperated sigh, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall, kicking them off to the floor. You were already clambering into bed, Ryan’s boxers and shirt on your body.

“Me too, god I can already feel the bruises.” You and Ryan had just wrapped up on a tireless day of filming for Jackass. Turns out hurting yourself for a living is pretty strenuous. Ryan groaned and pulled the covers up to slip under there with you.

“Oh my god Dunn, you fucking reek!” Ryan responded to your claim by rubbing his face into your neck and pulling your head into his armpit. You swatted him away, giggling and groaning until he eventually let up, grabbing your face and kissing it all over.

“You know you love my natural scent.” You shook your head, trying to hide your smile.

“I’d love your scent even more if you showered every once in a while.” Ryan narrowed his brows at you.

“Bathing is for the weak.” You laughed, letting your stupid boyfriend wrap his arms around your body and kiss you on the top of your head. You looked up at him and began tracing his features with your fingers.

“Your nose is so cute.” You whispered, making Ryan blush. He pushed his face against yours and rubbed his nose against your cheeks. You laughed, pushing him off of you. He planted a soft kiss on your lips and you kissed back, just a little. Once you pulled away, Ryan admired your face, looking at you lovingly.

“Where are your bruises?” He asked, his voice low while tracing your face with his finger. You pointed one out on your arm, your collarbone and one by your ribs. Ryan took his time kissing each one, running his fingers over them and pecking them lightly over and over. You felt your cheeks redden at the admiration and pulled Ryan’s face in to kiss him again.

You smiled at him then turned so your back would be flush against his chest. Ryan let his hands rest around your waist as he left faint kisses on your neck and shoulders. You drifted off to sleep in his arms, grateful for your stupid boyfriend that never fucking showered.

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Tonight, Tonight [Brandon DiCamillo x Reader]

Desc: Dico always cheers you up when you’re sad.

A/n: quick one ! just stupid fluff based off tonight, tonight by smashing pumpkins (: reader is gn

Warnings: alcohol

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You rolled over in your bed and groaned, you didn’t want to get out but you knew how shit you’d feel if you didn’t. It was 10pm and you hadn’t budged all day after your friends bailed on you for the millionth time and you were starting to wonder if you were the problem. You fumbled in your sheets to get your phone, you knew who to call.

“Hey.” Dico’s voice sounded through your ears as you lay in fetal position under your covers. “Hey.” You muttered. “Are you free?” You waited for a response. “I just got off work so, yeah. What do you wanna do?” You sighed, “Absolutely nothing, come pick me up.” The boy laughed on the other line. “I’ll be over in five.” You shut your phone and clambered out of the nest you had created to make yourself look somewhat presentable for the outside world.

Your relationship with Dico was different than with the other guys and your girlfriends. Yeah you were close with them all, but you were closest to him. You knew you could always call him to cheer you up and vice versa. He knew every problem you had and was always a shoulder to cry on and you liked to believe you were the same for him. People always joked that you were like a married old couple and everyone was suspicious that you were secretly dating but that wasn’t the case. Sure he was cute and you basically did everything anyone in a relationship would do, apart from sex of course, but you never really viewed him that way. Maybe because you didn’t want to open that can of worms.

Almost exactly five minutes later, you heard a car horn outside your house, how polite! You grabbed your scuffed up shoes and ran out the door towards Dico’s beat up car, letting yourself into the passenger side as some Smashing Pumpkins CD played. You hugged him awkwardly as you entered. “Where are we off to?” Dico asked, hands positioned on his wheel. “Anywhere that’s not here.” Brandon smiled and nodded, setting off for god knows where. You were silent for a moment before Dico questioned your unhappy manner, “Who pissed in your corn flakes?” You scoffed at his stupid idiom. “Sorry, my friends just blew me off again and it’s starting to feel personal.” You scratched the back of your neck and looked out the window to avoid eye contact. Sure you had spilled your guts to the guy on your left countless times but it usually took some warming up for the venting to commence. “Why personal?” You could see him flick looks of concern at you from the corner of your eye as he continued driving. You shrugged, “Like maybe I did something or I started to annoy them and now they don’t want to hang out with me anymore.” Dico shook his head. “That’s fucking stupid.” You turned your head, “What do you mean?” He shook his head more, “Who wouldn’t want to hang out with you? It’s probably not personal at all, I doubt they even realised it’s become a pattern, they’d be crazy to find you annoying.” You smiled flatly and rested your hand against Dico’s arm. “Thanks Bran, always the voice of reason, kind of wish I had a little longer to wallow in self pity though.” You laughed and so did he, though he began to stiffen up a little in response to your touch.

Brandon pulled in to an old parking lot the crew used to skate at when you were kids. You all skated less and less once Bam became a proper pro, kind of felt childish and pointless to try when compared to him but you still had late night skates every now and again. You drummed your fingers against the dashboard once Dico parked before he turned to you. “Guess what I have.” It was a rhetorical question because he immediately leaned over his seat to the back and reached for a bag. In it, a bottle of white wine was revealed. You laughed and clapped your hands together. “Oh how I love you.” Dico had repeatedly called wine a ‘girly drink’ and would refuse to try any whenever you had some until one day he caved and the two of you had the best drunk you had ever experienced in your lives. ‘It’s like my whole body is tingling! This is amazing!” He’d giggle and you’d laugh. Now it became a sort of tradition as long as you swore not to tell the guys about your ‘girly’ endeavours.

Dico cracked it open and took the first swig, handing it to you afterwards. “Ah, just the perfect amount of vinegary!” Dico laughed, “Five dollar’s finest.” You smiled and looked at him adoringly. “Thank you for all this.” Dico furrowed his brows, urging you to explain. “You always make me feel so much better when I’m in a shit mood.” Brandon shared your smile then. “Of course, it’s what friends do.” You shook your head, “Nah.” You looked at him properly then, taking in his handsome face. “You’re better than a friend.”

You weren’t sure if it was the way his face softened at that sentence, or the little bit of wine in your system or just the love you felt bubbling inside you but you leaned in and planted your lips on his. You weren’t even thinking when you did it, it just felt natural, like every atom in your body was waiting for you to do it. Almost immediately he kissed back, your lips moving in synchronisation. It took you a second to understand what you had done and once you did you pulled away. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know-“ You stuttered but Dico shut you up at once, hand on your cheek as you touched lips once more. You stayed like that for some time, kissing as the music played in the background until you pulled away simultaneously. Both of you shared a grin, wine bottle still in hand. You took a swig and wiped your mouth. “Wasn’t really expecting that to happen tonight.” Bran laughed, “What? Figured it would be more slow burn than that, maybe two, three years down the line?” You laughed and shoved your hands in your face, nodding stupidly. You bit your lip and brought your head back up to face him. “Something like that.” You replied before leaning in again to feel his lips once more.

End.

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