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punkdooley · 2 years

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Periods Suck w/ Johnny Knoxville

not my gif! creds to @doctorjackass

This again is based on both a general basis as well as my own personal experiences, and if you can relate I'm so so sorry because it 100% sucks. I hope you like it!

Warning: talk of extreme blood and period cramping, physical illness.

As gn as it possibly can be! And I'm sorry it's not exactly chock-full of...probably what anyone else wants...I'll make a list to accompany it and maybe have a surprise or something to pair with it. If you have any, please give constructive criticism! Just no flat-out insults, please.

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"Babe, it's okay, I'm right here."

God, those words were like music to your ears.

Johnny sighed a bit as you clung onto his t-shirt, gently rubbing your back as he pressed his lips to you head. "I'm not going anywhere, sweet pea, I've been right here with you all night."

"I had a nightmare..." you mumbled into his chest, whimpering a bit as his hands against your skin made you jump.

"Honey, you're awful warm, you sure you feel okay? Y'know, besides that dream."

You shake your head, looking up with him with a face that just told him everything. "I feel like shit...I'm achy, I'm hot, my throat is sore..."

"Meaning you're sick." he sighed, covering your back with the blanket lying over the two of you. "I'll go get you a hot toddy and a hoodie."

"...and a snack..?" you let out, pouting slightly.

Chuckling as he sat up slowly, making sure you were comfortably lying your head down on the pillow, he nodded. "Yeah, I'll bring you a snack. But you have to stay. in. bed." he pointed at you sternly before turning his attention down to his house shoes.

"Fine..."

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"God I fucking hate this..." you mumbled, sitting your warm, achy bottom onto the cold, hard toilet seat.

Luckily the hot toddy that Johnny made you hours before had helped your throat and fever a little bit, however the achiness in your bones and muscles were still very much present.

Unfortunately for you, Johnny had an early morning meeting so, at least for the moment, you were stuck at home alone, sick as a dog, very much not in the mood for any other bad news, physical activity and/or labor, or quite frankly, anything at all.

You sigh as you grab some toilet paper and go to clean yourself up.

When you pull your hand back to your lap to stand, you notice it. Probably the only god damned thing that could make your day any worse; blood.

"Oh, come the fuck on!" you groan, holding your face in your clean hand.

"What's wrong?" you hear outside the door, a little annoyed that now was the time Johnny had come home, yet also thankful.

"Mother Nature decided that being sick wasn't enough for me to deal with this week," you sighed, making sure you were completely clean down there before looking towards the door and calling out again. "will you grab me a pad, or a tampon or something from my drawer, I forgot to put some in here the last time I bought some..."

"You really need to be more thoughtful about doing that kind of stuff darlin'!" he called as he walked into the bedroom, the sound of the drawers in your nightstand clinking with random items as he rummaged for one of the cotton pieces of hell you'll have to deal with for the next few days.

"Yes, PJ, I'm aware, I wasn't exactly thinking 'oh, hey, I need these like right this second, I should put them all around the house in case I find myself in the middle of a period emergency.'"

"Yeesh, guess the PMS is already kicking in..." he mumbled as he opened the door, holding out one of each choice for you to choose.

Sighing heavily, you take them from him and open up the pad. "I'm sorry, alright, I just don't feel good, and this really just made me feel worse..."

Johnny shrugged, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as he watched you. "You're good, I know you've been having a rough day. Just thought I'd be a little helpful."

"You are being helpful, this, is helpful. I didn't wanna have to walk out there and end up having to change my underwear too, luckily I caught it just in time..."

His eyebrows lifted, pulling a hand out of his pocket as to offer a suggestion. "That's good, right? That means it's not gonna be so bad this time around...right?"

"It's still too early to tell." you sighed heavily, throwing the wrapper away as you stood up and flushed the toilet. "Hopefully this time I don't have cramps that'll keep me in bed all week and a flow that'll put a shark to shame..."

"Okay, ew, TMI, sweetheart."

You snickered a bit as you turned the faucet on, ridding your hands of the red stains on your skin. "Hey, you wanna date a female, this is what you have to deal with."

"Maybe I will switch to guys..." he mumbled, shrugging to himself as he looked back up to meet your gaze in the mirror. "I brought you some soup, and I'll make another hot toddy for you so you can sleep. And, I guess I can make a trip to the store to get you some more snacks and ice cream and...whatnot."

Giving him a little pout in the mirror as you turned the water off, you turned around and wiped your hands on the hand towel hanging in front of you before going in and hugging his torso. "That would be great, PJ, thank you..."

"Of course doll," he said as he hugged you back, rubbing your back and placing a kiss on your forehead. "it's the least I can do for ya after all the shit you've had to put up with from me and the boys. "

"Yeah, you're lucky that I love you enough to put up with that crap."

"And you're lucky I'm such a charming, handsome, thoughtful partner."

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downtownbunnybaby · 1 year

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CKY Halloween Special

CKY Crew x G!N Reader!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dico, hold on, I got you.”

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

“Come on, let me smash the pumpkin!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Raab, help! They’re coming.”

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

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

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

“Bam! Get your hands off me.”

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

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

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

“You guys suck!”

“We’re so getting you back.”

“Where’s the cat?!”

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

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

“Ready for round two?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ew! That is way worse than mustard.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Halloween from the CKY Crew.

taglist: @ckygetsjobs @spoookyberry

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eliliqvid · 1 year

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fem!bam

#jackass #viva la bam #bam margera #cky #cky4

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xx-key-xx · 2 years

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poor ralph.

#cky #ryan dunn #brandon dicamillo #2000s #early 2000s #2000 #00s #jackass #cky2k #cky4 #out of context #shitpost #videos

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myownprivategeocity · 3 months

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ugh he’s so sexy …

sorry for being so inactive lately guys, but here’s a set of my fav bam gifs !!

( obvs gif cred goes to the respectful owners, i’m so sorry i didn’t collect those names!! i find them scattered around the internet, but i’m pretty sure my good friend @bambammargera provided some of these to me <3 )

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anacondabxllpit · 1 month

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Thought this might be fun to share :) let me know if there’s any specific bits/stunts/etc you’d like to see from the first movie !!

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vivaladicamillo · 11 months

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guys u dont get it im yelling

#jackass #cky crew #cky x reader #cky4 #cky2k #ryan dunn #ryan dunn x reader #cky3 #cky clip

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asskickedbygirl · 2 years

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i would never leave you for hellboy ry <3

#ryan dunn #ryan dunn edit #haggard #haggard 2003 #asskickedbygirl #jackass #bam margera #cky #cky crew #viva la bam #cky2k #cky3 #cky4 #jackass edit #random hero #cky edit

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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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I’d never seen the last few minutes of CKY4 and now I wish I hadn’t. I could have gone the rest of my life without that pubic hair shot of Jenn.

#like dude #no thank you #bam stop it #cky crew #cky #cky4 #bam margera #viva la bam #jenn rivell #jackass

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hineygorerage1 · 5 days

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Prompt: finding out you’re touching yourself during a call

Fandom: CKY (plus Ryan)

Ryan: you and Ryan were chatting back and forth one night when you got randomly horny. You couldn’t wait, since Ryan obviously wasn’t gonna hang up anytime soon. You decided to touch yourself whilst he spoke, which ended up in you getting caught, “did you just moan?” Asked Ryan, shocked at the sound of you whining from pleasure. He leaned closer to the microphone and whispered sweet nothings and praise for you to get off to, which obviously worked. You’d gotten finished quickly with all the praise, which he was pleased by. “Keep this a secret, sugar. I wanna keep you to myself,” he muttered before you both hung up, much to your dismay. He’d insisted you get rest. The next day when you saw him, he kept staring at your hands, as if he was proud of what they’d done for him.

Chad: Chad was bored and wanted to play truth or dare, suggesting he go first. After back and forth truths, Chad finally got you to choose dare, to which he commanded; “I dare you to fuck yourself on call with me,” this shocked you! He’d never showed sexual interest in you and suddenly he wanted you to fuck yourself? You asked what to do, Chad replying with “suck on your fingers,” you obeyed, which got praise, “good girl, so good at using your mouth~ now that they’re all nice and wet, take off your panties,” he whispered, and you could hear him unzipping his jeans, “you do it yet? Yeah? That’s my girl, now spread your legs and use them to fuck yourself.” His command was met with an obedient reply, ‘yes, sir’. Your fingers slipped in and began pumping away. Chad sat there, praising and cooing softly to you as you finished yourself for him. He asked you to lick it off your fingers and tell him how it tasted. After you’d gotten tired, he asked you to go to bed. The next day he grabbed you and drug you too to some random bathroom to have some fun with you.

Jess: Jess had been talking to you about plans this weekend. He was planning on doing a party for Bam to celebrate the success of the jackass tv show. Half way through, he got to asking you what you’d wear. He began to explain what he’d like, “y’know… you could wear that tight little dress you wore to Ryan’s birthday dinner. It hugged your ass really tight,” he muttered, listening to your shaky breathing. He smirked, “you like that? Like when I talk about your ass? What about those pretty tits of yours?” He flirted. Jess listened carefully to your movements, excited when he heard the sound of you taking off your belt and jeans. He encouraged you further to touch yourself for him, enjoying the sound of you doing so. Soon enough he’d joined in, “I promise that if you wear that tight dress, I’ll fuckin’ ruin you,” he whispered into the phone, hand working fast on himself. By the time you both had finished, you had gotten exhausted and fell asleep on call together. The next weekend, Jess was pleased with your outfit choice, and did exactly as he promised when you got home.

Deron: Deron was in his hotel room on tour all alone, having chose it to avoid rooming with an obnoxiously drunk Chad. He had gotten your number from a gig and decided to try his luck. He was happy to hear you answer, “hey! Is this (your name)? It’s deron.. from cky?” He smiled, listening to your quiet but obvious fangirling, “I just wanted to uh, check in.. I’m all bored and alone in my hotel room and thought I would chat with you? You seemed pretty cute at the venue,” deron rolled over onto his back and held the phone in his hand, his free hand mindlessly twirling/twisting strands of his hair. “So, whatcha up to? Yeah? Just all alone in your house?… no one there..?” He bit his lip, mind running pervertedly. “Hmm, most fangirls I talk to try to fuck me, y’know?” He giggled. “Do you.. wanna fuck me?” His voice was smooth as he awaited to hear the eager ‘yes’ he was relieved when he heard it. He continued to tease, “so.. if I were there, you’d bend over and let me slip into you?, maybe I would fuck you all slow and hard? Or maybe you like fast and simple?” Deron unbuttoned his pants, hearing you begin to do the same. “Is that why you wanted to give me your number? You wanted to fuck me?, I’d let you~” he could hear the sound of your fingers in your soaked cunt, enjoying the sloppy sounds of lust. “You sound cute like that, honey…fuck I’m so close~” he whispered. You two finished together, and deron saved your number in his phone under ‘plaything x’. He hooked you up with free tickets for next show in your state so he could see you again, treating you like a dirty slutty groupie in the dressing rooms before the show, and then after, and then again.

#deron miller #cky #cky crew #cky2k #cky3 #cky4 #jess margera #chad I Ginsburg #ryan dunn #smut #lemon #writing prompts

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