#bam margera ff

[asskickedbygirl]

The Johnny elevator smut was so hot omg. Can I request a smut with a fem reader where Bam’s having a bad day and he’s super frustrated so the reader kind of lets him take it out on her by having rough sex and then it’s fluffy at the end? Thank youuu

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[Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: anon covered it!

A/n: glad you enjoyed going up!!! icl i do enjoy writing bam smut even tho this is kind of out of fic character but i do love dom x reader sometimes

warnings: smut (18+), p in v, sub/dom dynamics, use of safe word

1.9k words

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“Fuck!” 

You heard a yell from the yard. Looking out the window you saw Bam slamming his board down on the ground, angry expression on his face. You observed the way he kicked it and mumbled incomprehensible things under his breath, unbeknownst to the fact you were watching him from a few feet away. 

Bam was already pissed given the fact some asshole MTV exec had cut an entire episode of Viva La Bam, claiming it was “too vulgar for television”, as the email stated. You had to restrain him from writing a fairly strongly worded one back which only ticked him off more, resulting in him heading outside to skate though not even that was putting his mind at ease, only enraging him even further.

‘He’s quite hot when he’s angry.’ You thought, eyes drinking in his slim frame that was littered with tattoos.

You and Bam weren’t a thing, you guys were just friends. Well, friends that had quite a bit of pent up sexual tension. The feelings were only rising, perhaps even bursting, ready to be released. Released.

Bam pushed his hair off of his forehead, panting and glaring at the ground where his board lay when he glanced up to meet your stare from the dining room window. You didn’t look away immediately, instead prolonging the eye contact a little longer, a tiny smirk playing at your lips. Bam tore his eyes away, confused on why he was flustered all of a sudden but deciding to head back inside anyways.

“Hey.” You spoke as he shut the sliding doors with vigour.

“What are you still doing here?”

How polite.

“Dico said we’re watching a movie later, no point heading home.”

“Yeah well I’m not hanging out.” 

And with that, he was out the door, stomping up to his room, only enticing you to follow him.

Your fist tapped lightly at the door.

“I said I’m not hanging out.” He wasn't yelling, but it was clear he wasn’t exactly very happy either. 

You opened the door despite his protests, leading Bam to glare at you as he put on a fresh shirt.

“What’s your problem?!” He spat.

“I don't think I’m the one with the problem.”

“Can't you just fuck off? I’m already pissed about those fucking assholes in suits, do you want me to be pissed at you too?!”

“Well about that.” 

Bam narrowed his brows as you walked closer to him, hands behind your back.

“I have an idea.” 

Bam looked you up and down, completely clueless as to what you were going to suggest but still hoping deep down it would be what his dreams entailed. 

“Why don’t you take your anger out on me?”

“What like fucking yell at you or something?” 

He wasn't catching on, you smirked.

“No, not exactly.”

You stepped forward, slightly closing the gap between the two of you, seductive eyes looking into his. You lifted your arms up to wrap around Bam’s neck, his breath hitching and cheeks flushing at the close contact.

“Other ways.” You whispered.

“So you want me to fuck you?”

You smiled at the frankness, moving your face closer so your lips were brushing his, just about. 

“Well I know you've wanted me for a while, and I’ve wanted you too, and you’re angry. What better way to release than to fuck my brains out?” 

“Are you fucking with me?” Bam’s voice was low and shaky, unsure.

You leaned in and pressed your lips into his, grabbing his chin as you did so before pulling his face away, his eyes forcing back open. 

“What do you think?” 

Bam slammed his lips back onto yours, his hands already grabbing at your hips to pull you flush against his body, mouths and teeth clashing the rougher he went. You let him push you onto his bed, his hands already unbuckling his belt with desperate speed. 

“You want me to take everything out on you I fucking will. Take your clothes off.”

Despite your previous mannerisms of being all confident and domineering, this power shift sent vibrations down to your core, excited that Bam was already willing to take the reins and fuck you as hard as you both needed. You swiftly removed your shirt and shimmied your pants down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Bam had his hand down his boxers, shirtless and pumping himself to get hard, watching you splayed out on the bed for him. 

“I said take your fucking clothes off.” He spat lowly, a completely new personality taking over.

It dawned on you he meant your underwear and so you slowly bent your arm around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall forward to reveal your tits.

“Hurry the fuck up.”

Bam had no intentions of enjoying this show you were putting on, instead lurching forward to rip your panties off, throwing the ruined pair on the ground and pushing his fingers inside of you with no warning.

You let out a surprised moan, jolting up to rest on your elbows as his index and middle worked in and out of you at a rapid pace, your body convulsing as it adapted to the sudden pleasure.

“Give me a safe word.” Bam said, not giving up on working you up.

Your head had lulled back, too dazed out from his movements to understand what he had said until he stopped, fingers pulling straight out of you. 

“Give me a safe word or I stop.”

“Oklahoma.” is all you said before you felt Bam’s warm spit drip onto your cunt, fingers dipping into your folds.

You let out a breathy moan as he slipped inside of you once again, thumb pushing against your clit while his other hand gripped your waist to make you hold still. Your back arched as Bam’s finger began making curling upwards, hitting the spot you needed him to, your legs beginning to close.

“Keep them fucking open.” 

Bam used the hand that had been holding your waist to force your thighs open, thumb pressing into the soft flesh as you continued to squirm. As you were brought closer and closer to the edge, he removed his fingers abruptly, a string of his spit and your slick coating them. You let out a disappointed whimper from the lack of contact but it was quickly hushed by Bam’s wet fingers being shoved in your mouth. You moaned against them, sucking lightly to taste yourself on them. Bam removed them shortly, kicking his boxers off and clambering on top of you, hard dick pressing into your thigh.

“You wanted me to use you right?”

You nodded, eyes looking into his with lust-filled wonder. 

“Get on your hands and knees then.”

You bit your lip and complied, doggy style wasn't something you were used to but you were more than willing to partake in it if it meant hot dom Bam. Bam sat back on his knees as you moved into position, lining up with your core as soon as you were ready. He pushed into you quickly, barely giving a moment to adjust before he was slamming into you, hips snapping. He brought his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling you up by it so your ass could press firmly against him as he fucked you, the feeling still sore. 

“This what you wanted? This feel fucking good?” Bam was panting, rough fucking wearing him out already.

You struggled to respond with his tight hand squeezing your throat ever so lightly but lord did he feel good. Bam let go of your neck then, your face plummeting forward into the pillows that muffled your moans. He moved his hands to your hips, grabbing them and pulling you back towards him as he continued to move his hips at the fastest pace you’d ever been fucked.

As you left your face to press into the soft linen to suppress your noises, Bam wrapped his hand in your hair, tugging you up and moving his torso forward to speak into your ear. 

“I said, does this feel good?” He whispered sternly, the low voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“Y- Yes.” You whined out, mind fogging from the pleasure. 

“Fucked out already.” He laughed almost sadistically, hips not letting up as he dropped your hair, pushing the side of your face into the mattress. 

“Fuck those fucking fuckers in suits.” He babbled incoherently, laying out all of his frustrations onto you as he fucked you. 

“Do you want my cum inside of you?” 

Your face was being held down by Bam’s strong hand but you could hear his question still. You nodded, eyes screwed shut, nearing your orgasm as well.

“Fucking come for me first then. Need to feel that cunt tighten.”

You moaned as the vulgar words poured from his mouth, his fingers wrapping around to attack your clit. You lifted your head from where Bam had shoved you down after his hand moved, stifling your moans with the back of your own hand. 

“No, no. Lemme hear you. It turns me on.” Bam grasped your hair again, pulling you up to force you to let out your noises. 

You were at the edge almost immediately what with Bam’s fingers moving at such a vigorous pace.

“I’m gonna come.” You exclaimed in a moan, eyes beginning to water. 

Bam responded with nothing, only fucking you harder as you came around him, letting out the most pornographic moan you had ever heard yourself release, tears running down your cheek.

“Fuck yeah. You’re so fucking tight.”

Bam’s hand dropped from your core but his fucking never let up. In fact, his free hand could now resume its place on your hips, allowing him to shove you back on his cock even harder. You were insanely sensitive given the fact you had came just seconds previous and Bam’s speed was becoming too much to bear.

“Bam, slow- slow down.” You whimpered as he let go of your hair, head lulling forward. 

“What was that? I can't hear you.” Bam mocked, clearly no sympathy to be had.

“It’s too much. Please just-”

“Safe word or I keep going.”

You paused. Although the overstimulation was hard to deal with, nothing in you wanted Bam to stop his movements and so you stayed silent.

“That's what I thought. Take it like a slut.”

Despite his cocky remarks, Bam’s hips were beginning to stutter and his thrusts were at a more erratic pace. He was close.

“Gonna come in your pretty little cunt. You want that?”

You nodded through moans as the overstimulation turned to just stimulation. Bam squeezed your hips tightly, his thumbs sure to leave bruises as he dragged you down all the way, burying himself deep inside of you as he came with a load groan. You whimpered as you felt him release, finally release. 

Bam pulled out of you shortly after but still held you up, bending down to examine his cum that started to leak out of you. 

“Fucking beautiful.” He whispered as he pushed a finger inside of you again before you swatted your hand back.

“Enough, jesus enough.”

Bam laughed and complied, letting your body drop to lie on your side, your cheeks a bright red. He smiled as he moved closer to your face, planting a kiss on your lips.

“You good? I didn't go too far or anything did I?” 

You shook your head, kissing him back. 

“Just what I wanted. You feel better?” 

He nodded back, wiping the wetness off your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. 

“Gotta do that more often.” He grinned and so did you.

End.

@gnarkillknoxville @steve-osahottie @izzaaaaaa @jackassvivalabam03 @bambammargera @spoookyberry @jackussy420 @lovexjoe

[sunnyie-eve]

10 | Getting there

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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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.

[emilysshortstories]

So I’ve been having a jackass phase again, how would y’all feel about a Ryan x Johnny x reader smut 👀👀

[charliekellysbitch]

Running for my bus and playing Lose You Tonight from the Haggard (2003) soundtrack to set the scene :))

[carousels-on-fire]

The other day I had a tattoo “client” show up 4hrs late. She was supposed to be there at 4. I sent her a message at 3:30 asking if we were still on. Then at 6 she sends a message asking if she could still swing by. Apparently she put her toddler down for a nap and fell asleep herself. (First of all, why would you not set an alarm for an appointment?!) I had nothing else going on so I said sure. I text her at 6:30 and she’s apparently walking to the appointment because her ride flaked. I text her again at 7 and she had gotten her friend’s cousin to drive her. Then she finally shows up at 7:58 on a fucking vespa.  I’m pissed, but I still need the linework practice so I do it. But what the fuck? Like how fucking irresponsible do you have to be to not only not show up on time, but not apologize at all for showing up 4hrs late. Like, if you’re old enough to have a child in school, you’re old enough to know how to keep in contact with people, to set a fucking phone alarm, and to have a backup plan in case your ride flakes. She could have called this cousin dude at any point in the 4 hours she was late during. AND she neither tipped nor paid for her tattoo. I wouldn’t be as pissed if she hadn’t been late for the last tattoo either.  The icing on the cake was the dude who drove her over was this guy in his 40s telling me how we’re in the same business and asking about my equipment. He’s a scratcher who knows a couple name brands. He said he wanted to apprentice at my shop but he “hates drawing” he also said that he prices his tattoos at $20. And that he bought his equipment on ebay. Lol. And that he personally knew Bam Margera. Like right dude, right, sure, of course you do. Scratchers always try to impress me with their ‘knowledge’ but its usually a horrifying exchange in which I beg them to at the very least, buy an autoclave and some opticide and that alcohol doesn’t sanitize shit, neither does regular soap. And that paper towel isn’t going to keep blood with pathogens from getting on whatever surface its sitting on. Ffs. 

[wings-of-a-raven]

Author Honesty Hour

I just randomly stole this from someone who tagged @prettyepiic cuz it looked like fun. :) “imagines” are really my fics, obviously lol.

1. Which is the imagine you’re most proud of?

Probably Anytime, Sweetheart. 

2. Which is your least favorite?

I don’t really have one, I don’t think. 

3. If you were to recommend one to read to your mum/mom?

Oh geeze, lol. Um, my mom shares my love for John Winchester and country music, so probably 8 Second Ride

4. Which one would you consider re-writing?

Feral, there are a lot of past/present tense errors in it that I’d like to clean up.

5. Biggest regret in an imagine?

That I started writing Angels and published it without any idea of where it was going, and now my muse hates the whole thing. 

6. Biggest success with an imagine?

Either Gonna Make it Better or Fuck You Daryl Dixon, those two have the most notes out of any of my fics I believe. 

7. Your imagine with the most notes?

See answer above. 8 Second ride has over a hundred as well.

8. Your imagine with the least notes

I would have to say that would be The Boondock Saints Three

9. What do you think makes a good imagine? Tips?

Writing for an audience of one.

10. When’s the next update on your works?

Well, I have something coming out tomorrow morning, but the next update of Whiskey Sweetheart should HOPEFULLY be out Friday. Hopefully. 

11. Number of followers before you started writing and after?

I had zero followers xD and now I have like 400 on my writing blog. 

THE WRITER

1. Which character do you love writing for?

Daryl Dixon is a lot of fun for me, but Dean Winchester is a close second. 

2. Which character do you dislike writing for?

I wouldn’t write anything for someone I disliked writing, lol. 

3. What’s your favorite AU to write for?

I don’t write AU :/

4. What’s your least favorite AU to write for?

All of them, lol. 

5. What do you hope never gets requested?

Uhhhh who knows. 

6. What do you wish was requested more?

I only take requests when I do contests, but I would like to see some Castiel.

7. Thoughts on writing Smut/POC/Curvy/MxM/FxF?

Smut is my go-to, and from what I’ve been told, I’m pretty good at it, lol. I don’t feel comfortable writing POC because, as a white girl, I can’t relate and don’t wanna fuck shit up. Just like as a skinny girl, it’s hard to write curviness, because I write as if I’m the person fucking the character (and all of my OC’s are little like me, because it’s what I know) but I do my best when the time comes. I have like ONE MxM (destiel) scene in Angels and it was fun, but I don’t know if I’m any good at it, as well as there’s one FxFxM scene in Whiskey that was difficult because SO MANY FINGERS.

8. Which account is your biggest inspiration in writing?

bro that’s gonna have to go to @jesbakescookies, because her dirtyness gets my dirtyness and makes me think of other kinky things to do with Daryl.

9. How long have you been an imagine writer for?

I wrote Ville Valo and Bam Margera and Harry Potter FF back like 12 years ago on Quizilla, but only recently pickedit back up again in March or April.

10. Any upcoming secret works? 🤔

Not really a secret, but yes.

tagging @srj1990 @dragongirl420 @jesbakescookies

[ecotone99]

[SF] [FF] Bam Margera fan fiction

Mars, June 20th 2041, 50KM SW of the capital city of Bezos.

“Where the fuck is this asshole?” Bam wonders. The asshole he was referring to was “Chevy Joe”, an informant of his occasionally. He says he was given the nickname by friends due to his love of Chevy trucks, Bam knows however the he appointed the name to himself. “Nothing worse than an asshole with a self appointed nickname” he thinks.

The day was rough, shit the last 30 years have been rough. Most of them spent in shit hole bars like the one hes in now. “Cant believe hes been gone 30 years now” bam thinks to himself. He can still remember it like it was yesterday, drinking back home in West Chester. Starting early, finishing late. They closed down the bar, said their good byes, and made plans to meet up the next afterenoon for some lunch like the always did the day after going out. Only that lunch never happened. No, What happened was much worse. What happened was…

“Bam Bam, how ya doing, babe?” Joe asks, breaking his thought. “Well considering youre 30 minutes late id say not well” Bam responds. “Hey, sorry. I wanted to look extra pretty for you” Joe exclaims.

“Asshole fancies himself to be some sort of comedian” bam thinks. “Only funny thing about Joe is how pathetic he is”

“Well maybe you should have taken an hour” Bam jokes. “HAHA, good one” Joe tells him.

“So where is he, Joe?” bam asks. “Ummm, Chevy Joe” Joe corrects him. Bam has the sudden urge to kick his teeth down his throat, he holds the urge bac but gets tingly at the thought. “Sorry, CHEVYYY Joe” Bam responds condescendingly.

“Mining Camp 6, Building 11, Unit 77” Bam transfers 300 Amazon units to him and leaves.

Bam hops a shuttle train to Camp 6 and settles in for the ride. It’s a 6 hour ride, plenty of time to attempt to sleep, to try and forget, if just for a moment. He takes a few sleeping pills and chases it with whiskey in hopes of getting fucked up enough to not dream, to not remember. Unfortunately after 30 years it doesn’t work anymore. Bam passes out for a bit but awakes to the image of flaming wreckage and tears in his head. He looks at his watch, still another 2 hours to go. “FUCK” he says.

Mining Camp 6 was one of many on the planet owned and run by Amazon. Filled with Africans shuttled in from Earth, they were brought their with promises of a better future. “Good pay, good conditions, good benefits” that was the lure. Unfortunately the truth wasn’t as pretty. The “Good pay” they promised could only be used at the Amazon stores. Amazon workers buying Amazon products at Amazon stores. Truth was it was back breaking labor for 12 hours a day, 6 days a week. What they didn’t mention is the rent for the unit you stay in that comes out of that pay, the cost of meals, the benefits they provide you that also come out of your pay. You could complain but to who? Amazon runs the planet, you could send an email to your family asking for help but since all emails are filtered through Alexa, anything that may make the company look bad is automatically rewritten to make it sound like youre living in paradise.

“Funny” Bam thinks. “Half the people working here came from families on earth whose parents and grandparents were also miners in Africa who dealt with abysmal working conditions all so the worlds elite could add an extra zero onto the end of their bank account” The more things change the more they stay the same.

The train pulls into the station, Bam collects himself and hops a “Johnny Cab” Ok, theyre not really called Johnny Cabs, but its one of the simple little pleasures Bam gets to enjoy up here. Little inside jokes for himself. He tells the cab to take him to Building 11 and 10 minutes later hes there. He goes to unit 77 and knocks on the door. No answer so he knocks again. The door opens up and Bam walks in.

“Well well well if it isnt Raab Himself” “Hey Bam, I was just about to call you” Raab says. Bam cracks him one and he goes flying into the wall. “Wheres the money, Raab?” he asks. “oh yeah, the money. See that’s the thing, Bam. I don’t really have it yet” Bam cracks him again. “You don’t call, you make me chase you all the way to this shithole in the middle of nowhere. And now you tell me you don’t have my money?”

“Bam, I swear im gonna get it. There was a problem. I got ripped off. But don’t worry I have the guys name, we can go get to his place right now and get the..” Bam cracks him again. “Don Vito gave you the drugs with the agreement that youd have his money in 3 weeks. Its been 5. So don’t tell me that shit” bam says. “Please just do me a favor, don’t bullshit me. We’ve known eachother a long time, I don’t want to hurt you”

Raab laughs “what could you possibly do to me that Is worse than this. Look where I am, look at my life!” he laugh. Bam hits him again and he drops “Give me the money” He says as he hits him in the face. Raab continues to laugh. Bam hits him again, the image of Ryans face flashes in his mind. “Give me it” he says again as he hits him over and over. The image of Ryan and him laughing flashes this time. He hits him again and again. As memories of that night come to him, the bar, the laughs, the flaming wreckage, the funeral.

Bam opens his eyes and Raabs face is beaten to a pulp, Bams hand is throbbing. Surely broken but he hardly notices it. “NOOOOOOOOO” bam screams, sobbing uncontrollably. “WHY?” he yells. “Why did I let you drive that night?! Why?!” he screams. Its at this point that he pulls out his pistol from his jacket, puts the barrel in his mouth and pulls the trigger. And after 30 years Bam finally has peace.

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I would die for a bam x reader enemies to lovers where they’re both pro skaters and she’s like super cool and gnarly and dirty and he can’t stand her but it’s because he’s so attracted to her and pretty much jealous of anybody who gets to breath in her direction

Green-Eyed Monster [Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re a featured skater on Tony’s latest tour and get along with everyone perfectly fine. Well everyone except pretty boy Bam Margera and you’re sure there’s a reason for it.

A/n: been thinking about this request for a while and figured it would be a perfect opportunity to write kinda dom reader for once… ik anon didn’t say smut but my mind went crazy on this idea so… enjoy! also just pretend there was a tony tour with tim idek if there was it’s kinda hard to research…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, masturbation, public sex, angst, hate fuck, smoking

2.4k words

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You liked to think you were pretty down to earth. Your humour was always dry and you were mean to anyone who was your friend and maybe even mean to anyone who wasn’t. You got along well with most people, in fact you had made a lot of new friends on Tony’s skate tour he had invited you on. You and Make Vallely got on like a house on fire and Tony was basically your mentor. You had also gotten pretty close with Tim O’Connor but you couldn’t lie, you thought he was pretty cute. The only dude on the bus who didn’t succumb to your boyish charms was none other than MTV pretty boy Bam Margera. He complained about your lack of care for your appearance, made crude comments on your skating and would never let you get a word in without berating you for something you said. And so you decided you didn’t like him either, making living in close quarters pretty awkward for the rest of the gang. Bam would spit something nasty at you and you would snap back, teasing him, a vicious cycle that went on and on.

You stood outside of the tour bus at the gas station, lighting up your cigarette and inhaling it, groaning when you saw the asshole approaching you. “And you wonder why your breath stinks.” He muttered, pulling his own pack of smokes out as well. You rolled your eyes, “Just come out here to yell at me or do you want something? Hmm?” You took another drag as Bam glared at you. “Got a light?” He asked, cigarette between his teeth. You rolled your eyes and took out your zippo, reluctantly lighting it for him through gritted teeth. “My Mom used to tell me if boys were mean to me it meant they had a crush on me.” You teased, making Bam scoff. “I’m sure she told you you were pretty too.” His words could’ve cut you like daggers but they were drenched with dishonesty. You knew you were pretty, pretty enough to pull any of the guys on the tour bus. Bam was just kidding himself. You laughed, taking one last inhale of your cigarette before dropping it and stomping its remnants into the tarmac. “You know if you’re really this pent up, just jerk off in the bathroom like I do with Tim.” You winked before getting back on the bus, Bam merely rolling his eyes at you.

No you weren’t fucking Tim, but the shameless flirting seemed to tick Bam off even more than anything else you did. You’d be skating with Tim and he’d grab you every time you went past him, giggling at his touchiness. Meanwhile, Bam was glaring at you through heavy lids, slamming his board down as if he’d fucked up a trick. While signing decks, Tim would slip his arm over your shoulder or mess up your hair on purpose and Bam would ‘accidentally’ shove into the two of you. It was worst of all when you and Tim would be having quiet conversations in the middle of the night across bunks and Bam would loudly tell the two of you to ‘shut the fuck up.’ and then would release a string of curses until you shut the curtains and succumbed to sleep. For a while you couldn’t understand why he had such a vendetta against you, well specifically you and Tim but you quickly realised the cause. He was jealous. It became so obvious then, every second you spent with Tim his resentment grew and his anger elevated. You rarely saw him smile by the time Tim got touchy with you and you seemed more couple-y than usual. You decided to use this to your advantage. He was kinda hot after all.

You spent the day skating in a massive indoor park with the whole gang. Tony was attempting some crazy trick while the rest of you just messed around. Tim stood behind you on the board at one stage, holding your waist as you laughed, trying to skate with two people. Bam was pissed now, grumbling that he was gonna take a piss to Mike and stomping off in a huff. Nows your chance. You told Tim you’d be right back and so followed Bam to the men’s room. Once you entered behind him you quietly locked the door before biting your lip. Bam glanced over his shoulder as he pissed, trying to take a look at who was behind him but groaning when he saw it was you. “What the fuck are you doing in the Men’s freak?!” You smiled before hoisting yourself up on the slightly grimey counter, swinging your legs childishly. “Thought you might want company.” He muttered some grievances as he tucked his dick back in his pants, not letting you take a peek. “I’m fucking out of here.” He went to head out but you kicked your leg out, barricading him from exiting. “No, talk to me.” He gave you a dirty look while your calf still pressed into his stomach. “What the fuck do you want then?” You frowned, “You didn’t wash your hands.” He scoffed, a common quirk of his. “My dick isn’t minging, thanks.” “Well you don’t know that.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re sitting on the sink anyways.” You took your bottom lip into your mouth and lifted yourself up, bringing your legs around the sink so the faucet was right in front of your heat.

He looked up at you, his eyes judging as hard as possible but you could tell there was a hint of excitement buried under them. You smiled, eyes glimmering with lust. “What the fuck are you doing?” He spat and you shot him a look of false confusion. “What do you mean? You can wash your hands now!” You leaned back against the mirror to angle your hips more forward teasingly. Bam rolled his eyes and gave in to your little scheme, turning it on and rubbing the liquid soap into his palm. You moaned quietly, laughing through it “Wow Margera, you really know how to please a woman!” You teased, referencing the obvious innuendo between your legs. He turned the stream off and rolled his eyes at you. “What are you playing at?” You grinned again, then tilted your head and presented fake puppy dog eyes. “Why do you hate me so much.” He scoffed once again. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t really like you.” You raised a brow. “Or do you just hate me with Tim?” He rolled his eyes with even more exaggeration than ever before. “You’re delusional.” You pouted, “Am I? Or do you just not want him to fuck me?” You saw some scarlet creep onto Bam’s cheeks as he acted like you were crazy. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” You pushed yourself forward a little more so your heat was pressed against the faucet through the fabric of your cargos, touching your clit lightly. “Think about it. If me and Tim start fucking all you’re gonna hear at night is-“ You began mimicking being fucked, your hips snapping against the faucet and your face contorted with fake pleasure. You moaned pornographically, “Oh fuck Tim!” You slammed your hand against the counter. “Right there, right there!”

Bam slapped his hand against your mouth, ceasing your movements and noises. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He looked disgusted, a fake disgust disguising his real feelings. You smiled, “Oh sorry, Am I getting you hard?” You murmured beneath his palm before he removed it, wiping it on his shirt. “Yeah it makes sense now see? If Tim fucks me good and I’m real nice and loud right above you on the bunk, you’re gonna get hard. And then what are you gonna do?” Bam was embarrassingly red now, arousal clouding his mind. “Or…” You began, leaning your torso forward so your face was closer to his. “You wanna be the one fucking me.” Bam pushed your chest back so you were against the mirror once more. “The fuck has gotten into you?” You pouted sarcastically, “Not you.” He poked his tongue into the side of his cheek as you leaned forward again, hand snaking up to hold his face, he didn’t stop you. “Tell me you want me.” You whispered, eyes locking into his, only inches apart. He tried to maintain his disgusted expression but it was faltering quickly, his confidence dissipating as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t want you.” You smiled and leaned into him, your lips just brushing his. You felt him lean in closer and press against you but you leaned back. “Uh, uh. Tell me.” The taunting was relentless, you really were such a tease. To sweeten the deal you lifted his hand that was gripping the counter to rest on your inner thigh. You gazed into his eyes once again and grinned as you saw how flustered Bam looked. “C’mon. Give in and just fuck me already.” You pushed your hips forward again to press your clit against the faucet, earning yourself a moan which caused Bam’s eyes to light up. He reached his hands up to hold your waist before pulling you forward, encouraging you to grind against the surface. You laughed, “You want me to get off on a sink?” Bam bit his lip, only responding by pulling you more forcefully against it.

You moaned at the contact before giving in to his wishes, shifting your hips to rub yourself against it. Bam watched you with awe as you did so, your face contorting with pleasure, the fabric of your pants giving you the right amount of friction to get off. You threw your head back against the mirror as your hands steadied themselves on Bam’s shoulders, his hands still gripping your waist. Eventually you were going fast, building yourself up for your big finish, exaggerating each motion and noise leaving your lips. “Are you hard?” You panted and Bam nodded enthusiastically. “You gonna fuck me after this?” He nodded again and you smiled, blissed out. “So you want me?” “Yeah.” Bam croaked out, still focused on making you come fully clothed. “I’m gonna come.” You moaned out, fingers digging into Bam’s flesh as you rode out your high, hips stuttering against the faucet while slowly grinding.

“That was fucking hot.” Bam breathed out, releasing his grip on your waist. You swung your leg over the faucet and sat on the smooth part of the counter, grabbing Bam by his collar and kissing him roughly. You fumbled to pull down your pants and unbuckle Bam’s belt, opting to leave your shirts on as this was only supposed to be a quickie anyways. Bam pulled your panties down swiftly off of your body, leaving them to hang around your ankles. You reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. You couldn’t help but snicker a little as you pumped him. “What?” He asked, looking a little pissed off. “Oh nothing. Just knew you were compensating for something.” Bam was angry now. “The fucks that supposed to mean?!” He pulled your ass down the counter to get a better angle of your heat. You laughed, “Alright, come on and fuck me pretty boy.” You wrapped your arms around Bam’s neck as he entered you, not even wincing. “God is that all of it?” You teased, Bam’s face a violent red as he bottomed out into you. “Shut the fuck up slut.” Bam spat and you grinned. He was doing exactly what you wanted. His thrusts became more erratic, slamming into you but barely giving pleasure. You jokingly yawned which really pissed Bam off. He grabbed your face with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Don’t act like you weren’t fucking yourself against a faucet right in front of me two minutes ago, whore.” He spat and you simply smiled. “Am I being a bad girl?” You teased, inciting cringe-worthy dirty talk.

Bam moved his hands down to grasp at your ass, slamming you down on top of him as he thrusted. “Even the faucet made me feel better.” You whispered, the anger fueling Bam to get rougher. His hips were slamming against yours then, using all his might to fuck you properly. Soon enough Bam gave up on making you come that way, instead using his thumb on the hand that wasn’t now squeezing your throat to rub at your clit. You breathed heavier, still managing to spew insults between pants. “I bet Tim has a better cock than you.” His hand tightened around your throat. “Say that again bitch.” You tried to croak it out but his hand was even tighter now, the restriction sending shocks of pleasure down to your core. He loosened his grip as he began properly plowing into you, thumb moving at an intense speed. “Come for me slut.” He demanded and you giggled at his dirty talk. “Yes Sir Margera.” You teased but eventually obliged, finishing with a loud moan, head against the mirror. His thumb continued to rub your clit with vigour, refusing to remove it when you tried pushing him away. The overstimulation was getting too much until he had built you up to that place again, just teetering on the edge. “I’m coming.” He groaned, breathing heavily as he just about made you come for the third time before his thumb stopped moving, spilling into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cum inside you. “I didn’t say you could come there.” You complained. Bam muttered an ‘oh shit’ and pulled out of you, watching the liquid spill out. “Fuck. You on the pill?” You laughed, “Yeah I just don’t want to skate with your cum dripping down my leg.” He shrugged and pulled you panties back up. “Problem solved.” You rolled your eyes, “Tim can fuck it back into me anyways.” Bam shot you a disdainful look and you cackled. “What’s wrong? First time a girl ever talked back to you in bed?” Bam muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, stuffing his dick back into his jeans. “I know you liked it.” He glared at you, fixing his hair in the mirror and preparing to leave the bathroom. “You’re an asshole.” He spat and you laughed, “Means a lot coming from the best.” Bam stormed out, leaving you with just your cargos pooled around your ankles, sadistic smile still playing on your face.

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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]

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.”

End.

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Radio Bam - F!Reader Fic

Episode one

ep two - ep three- ep four

Desc: Self insert fic where you are a radio bam regular! transcript style writing

A/n: i’ve wanted to do this ever since i read some of ao3 user: CreativeLiterature ‘s works with the transcript style fic. the first story may be based on real life events… regarding myself but anyways thought this was something different lmk if you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of sex and alcohol

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Dico *in one of his voices*: Weeeelcome to Radio Bam Sirius 28 Faction, boys and girls! Today we got the Dreamseller himself, Heroin Novak, the amazzzing Raab Himself, Miss hot pants and our token girl Y/n, *Rake voice* aaauauuuughhh Raaake Yohn, myself and of course the man of the hour, Sir Baaaaam Margera!!!

Y/n: I’m known as hot pants now? Where did that come from?

Dico: It’s something I came up with

Novak: And it’s well-suited, you are soooome broad Y/n.

Y/n: In your dreams Novak.

Bam: Y/n is the one girl who refuses to sleep with the Dreamseller.

Y/n: I need to humble him somehow.

Novak: I will get you one day hot pants.

Bam: Anyways, Y/n tell that story about the german guys.

Raab: German guys?

Y/n: Oh god.

Novak: You into the European dick?

Y/n: Well I didn’t sleep with any of them.

Novak: Then what’s the point of this story?

Dico: Lame.

Y/n: Shut the fuck up you two.

Bam: Yeah let Y/n tell her story!

Rake: Yeah I wanna hear this.

Y/n: Okay so, me and my friends were in Spain a couple years ago and we wanted to go clubbing.

Novak: Fuck yeah, is this about grinding?

Y/n: Well yeah sort of actually but that’s not the point.

Dico: Continue hot pants.

Y/n: Okay so, we find this club and we go in but we don’t hear anyone speaking english.

Raab: Weren’t you in fucking Spain?

*room laughs*

Bam: Are you guys forgetting the part where I said german guys?

Y/n: Yeah you’re all ruining the story actually, ANYWAYS, yeah, spoiler alert everyone in the club was german. We were the only Americans in the vicinity.

Dico *Rake voice*: This story fucking sucks aaaauuuurrrgghhhhh.

Dico *Dico voice*: Rake! How rude!

Y/n: Haha. very funny. Point of the story is, any of you guys ever gotten with girls that have accents?

Raab: I married a Russian.

Y/n: Yeah, yeah, but have any of you guys gotten with someone with a german accent?

Dico: Guttentag!

Y/n: Well anyways, it is not very sexy when a german guy goes “You vwear vary short skirts! I like!”

Novak: Damn can I see a photo of you in that short skirt *whistles*

Bam: Keep it in your pants for one minute Novak.

Novak: Never!

Bam: Well maybe Y/n should tell us about the time her and Dico fucked to redeem herself for that awful story.

Y/n: You told me to tell it!

Dico: Do I get any say in this?

Bam, Novak, Y/n: No.

Rake: Do the listeners know that Dico and Y/n fucked?

Y/n: I actually don’t think we’ve ever said it publicly before.

Novak: Now how did you bang Dico and not me?

Y/n: This was in high school.

Novak: So what I’m hearing is I still have a chance?

Bam: Shut up Dreamseller.

Y/n: We were each other’s firsts!

Raab: First time in a field too.

Dico: And last.

Y/n: Yeah I found pieces of wheat in my shoes for years afterwards.

Novak: You guys fucked in a field? Damn Y/n you’re freakier than I thought.

Y/n: It wasn’t exactly my first choice of where to be bedded.

Dico: You said it was romantic!

Y/n: I was drunk and optimistic.

Bam: You guys haven’t even told the worst part yet.

Raab: Oh my god I forgot the worst part!

Novak: Well now I’m intrigued.

Dico: *sighs* You wanna do the honours hot pants?

Y/n: The farmer dude who owned the land came over and shone a light on us while Brandon was you know… finishing.

*Room erupts into laughter*

Dico: You know this was something I didn’t think the whole world would ever find out.

Novak: So an old man witnessed you cumming in a girl for the first time?

Dico: Pretty much.

Y/n: And you guys saw the guy coming and didn’t even warn us!

Novak: Wait you guys where there?!

*More laughs*

Bam: It’s West Chester tradition to drink in fields, and also fuck in fields.

Dico: Yeah only the cool kids did the last part though.

Raab: You guys were not fucking cool!

Y/n: In our hearts we were.

Novak: Wait so, did you guys just sit and watch the two of them fuck?

Bam: Nah, The wheat was high in the field, they were over the other side.

Y/n: Didn’t stop you from shouting at us the whole time.

Novak: Why didn’t you guys sleep together at like a house party or something like normal teenagers.

Dico: We were sixteen and stupid.

Y/n: We needed to be elevated to cool kids status.

Dico: Exactly!

Novak: Did it work?

*Room collectively*: No.

End.

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Hello I have jealous Knoxville brain rot and I was wondering if you could write a Knoxville x fem!reader where the reader is bams best friend and they grew up skating together attached at the hip but Johnny is fully into the reader and she’s into Johnny (he does not see this) but he thinks she and bam are going to date because everyone thinks they would make the perfect couple. It can take whatever direction you would prefer from there I just would die for some pining jealous Knox 😭

Going Up

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but I made it smutty! As in elevator sex smutty...

A/n: need to put eyeliner on johnny rn. also I'm trying to do something different in all of my smuts so they don’t get boring or repetitive to write so lmk if you like it!! comments and reblogs make my day fr <3

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, public sex (sort of), alcohol

3.4k words

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Bam and you were fucking around on your boards, doing stupid tricks and just wasting time until you were called to set. You always thought it was stupid that your call times were so early when you were never really needed until the afternoon at least. Nonetheless you showed up, bored and hungover. 

“Fuck I’ve almost got it.” You bitched, irritated that you couldn’t succeed in the easiest tricks when your head was throbbing from the night before. Bam laughed, 

“Yeah, sure you do.” This earned him a prompt thump on the arm from your fist, your teeth grinding. 

“Shut up, dickhead.” He still laughed, only holding the site of injury this time. He looked up behind you and raised his eyebrows. You spun around to see who he was looking at only to see Johnny Knoxville staring over at the two of you, quickly shifting his gaze once you spotted him, pretending he wasn’t looking. 

“Hmmm.” Bam hmmmed. 

“What?” You asked, skating in circles around him. 

“He’s got the hots for you.” 

You rolled your eyes, “You think everyone’s got the hots for me.” 

“Because they do!” 

You scoffed, “Your ego for me is bigger than my own. No one even asks me out anymore.” 

“That’s ‘cause they think we’re dating.” 

You pouted in contemplation. “I guess. Well why won’t you date me then?!” You brought your arms around Bam’s neck in mockery as you skated past him, laughing as he attempted to shoo you off. You planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek like a drunken aunt. 

“You’re gross. You’re like my sister, freak.” You giggled as Bam attempted to wipe your spit off his face, arms still wrapped around him.

Johnny swallowed thickly as he observed you acting all coupley with Bam, sipping the crappy cup of coffee he got from the catering table when Ryan wandered over to him and looked to see what he was gawking at. He sighed, 

“You know they’re not dating, right?” Johnny was snapped out of his daze upon hearing his voice. 

He cleared his throat, “What? Oh, uh. Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, feeling caught. He bit his lip, looking back over to you, his heart beating a little faster the wider you smiled. 

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

A few days later you were in your hotel room applying your makeup, ready to go hit the bars after filming on location in New York. Bam and you were sharing, not the same bed but still, it didn’t help the rumours. You carefully lined your lips with liner as Bam lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, bored out of his tree waiting on you. 

“The bars are gonna be fucking closed by the time we leave.” You rolled your eyes, rubbing your lips together and tousling your hair. 

“It’s not even eleven yet. We’re gonna be early freak.” Bam pushed himself off the mattress,

 “Fuck this, I’m leaving with Ryan it’s too late to be this sober.” 

He grabbed his jacket and key card and swung the door open only to be met with a tall figure, hand raised and ready to knock. 

“Johnny.” Bam spoke, leading you to snap your head to take a look at the supposed man at your door. 

“Hey.” The often confident man’s voice wavered awkwardly, as if he had been caught in a trap. Bam leaned back to look at you, then back to Johnny, smiling like an idiot.

 “I was about to head with Ryan, you can come if you want or uh…” Bam raised his brows suggestively, something you didn’t spot. Johnny cleared his throat and swallowed thickly, contemplating for a moment whether or not he wanted to let it out that he’d rather stay with you. 

“I can stay with her while she gets ready. Bring you down if you want.” He called out to you, biting the bullet. You flicked your hair away from your face, grinning, 

“Sure. I’ll be ready in a minute anyways.” Bam shrugged and left the two of you to it, Johnny stumbling in and seating himself on the edge of your bed, observing you through the mirror as you smudged some more eyeliner in your waterline.

“That looks like it hurts. Is it not going into your eye?!” Johnny gritted his teeth together while you giggled. 

“I’m used to it. Here let me put some on you.” You held the eyeliner pencil between your fingers and turned to face him though his hands were already raised up, refusing.

“Oh come on! It doesn’t hurt and you can wash it off if you really hate it!” You flashed your best puppy dog eyes which ultimately worked as he simply couldn’t say no to you when you looked like that. He rolled his eyes as you grinned, moving closer to him. His breath hitched as your knees brushed against his, hands holding himself up as he leaned back slightly, eyes peering up at you. You took your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration and rested your hand against his cheek, Johnny swallowing right after. You used your thumb to pull his eye down just a tad, enough to see his waterline and went right in to apply it, accidentally poking him straight in the eye. 

“Ow!” The jabbed exclaimed, pulling away from you and holding his hand over his eye dramatically. 

You rolled you eyes. “Alright sorry. It was only a poke! C’mere it didn’t even get in your waterline.” Johnny was about to protest but felt he couldn’t once you pulled his face forward again forcefully, tongue poking out of your mouth as you concentrated on the task at hand.

He looked up to the ceiling and pretended the situation wasn’t incredibly uncomfortable as your raised leg kneeled on his lap in order to get the job done, face so close to his own as you tediously worked on coating his under eyes with black eyeliner. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to take you in, somehow you looked even more beautiful when you were in concentration. Your eyes met his and you smiled with your brows knitted together, a little unsure on why he was gawking once again. Well not really unsure, you were fairly sure. As you got back to it, Johnny posed a question,

“So you do this with Bam a lot huh?” You rolled your eyes at the insinuation of it. 

“Well yeah, ever since he saw Ville with it he begs me to do it all the time. He fucks it up whenever he tries to put it on himself.” You pulled the pencil away to admire your work as the first eye seemed done. 

“Looks good.” You smile, Johnny trying to move his head to take a look in the mirror but your hand pulling his face away. 

“Not yet. Lemme do the other one.” You repeated your movements of pulling his eye down slightly with your thumb to do the next one, brows knitted together.

Johnny looked up to you, sunken eyes boring into your face. 

“So you and Bam huh?” You scoffed, that was a sentence you heard practically everyday. 

“No. Not me and Bam. How long have I known you at this stage?!” 

Johnny smiled. “I dunno. You’re sharing a hotel room so.” His southern voice drawled. You continued penciling in the makeup. 

“Different beds idiot. MTV’s budget must be tight this year.” 

Johnny bit his lip. “So there’s nothing going on there.” 

You shook your head, “Nothing.” That’s when you finished the job, pulling away to admire your work. 

“Not bad huh?” This time you allowed Johnny to look at himself, standing up to get closer to the mirror. 

“Christ I look ridiculous.” 

You laughed, “No you don’t! This is so in right now.” You folded your arms and came up to the mirror as well to look at his face through the reflection. 

“Yeah it’s in for twenty year olds. I’m old remember?” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re only like nine years older than me.”

Johnny flashed you a ‘careful’ look, but you smiled it off. He looked fucking hot if you were being honest, and that little crush you had on him was coming back in full force. You bit your lip as you and Johnny stared at each other for a little too long until he bustled off to the bathroom to attempt to scrub the liner off. His efforts were almost futile, a faint black still present in his waterline. 

“That’s hot! No, seriously it looks good like that.” Johnny sighed as he realised he’d have to go out with a trace of makeup on his face. 

“Are girls gonna think I’m gay?” 

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well you’ll have me on your arm so, hopefully not.” Johnny raised his brow at you but you ignored him, grabbing your purse, ready to hit the bars.

The bar everyone was meeting at was busy and bustling, a live band playing. You and Johnny arrived together of course and hit the bar immediately to get some drinks, already far too sober compared to the likes of Chris and Steve-o. You sat together in slightly close quarters, chatting amongst yourselves. You were enjoying his company, he smelled nice and the more you drank the more flirty you got. You had already punched Steve-o square in the arm when he made a dumb comment about Johnny’s ‘new look’ and an hour later his arm was draped over you. That was until Bam stumbled over to you all, clearly very drunk. 

“You have to come dance with me. Now!” He reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you up and away from your arm candy. 

“Hey!” You called out but Bam was already pulling you onto the dance floor, hands grabbing your waist to dance with you.

You reluctantly pulled your arms up around Bam’s shoulders. Sure you loved to dance but when you did with Bam and you were drunk, the rumours were only set ablaze. You tried to catch Johnnys eyes as you swung your hips, only seeing him grit his teeth and practically glare at Bam. Was he… jealous? You looked at your dance partner who was too inebriated to have any sort of spatial awareness, simply blindly moving you around. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted an attractive looking girl dancing by herself and so you hatched a plan. As Johnny continued to glare you pushed Bam off of you and practically shoved him towards the other girl. 

“This is Bam!” You called out to her and she looked rather thrilled, must’ve been a fan. 

As the new couple began to dance once more you strutted over towards Johnny who was now looking at you like a deer in the headlights.

“Come on. You wanna dance with me right? Well dance with me now!” You slipped your hand in his and pulled him up, dragging him behind you as you set off for the floor. 

Johnny was in slight shock, his hands finding their way to your waist in a daze as you brought your arms around his neck, moving your hips with the beat. You looked up to Johnny and flashed a smug grin, 

“Were you jealous Knoxville?” 

Johnny blushed, laughing and shaking his head.

“So what if I was?”

You smiled even wider, taking Johnny’s hand from your waist and moving it down to cup your ass.

“You don’t need to be.” 

You chewed your lip as his hands felt you up on the dance floor, not caring that people might see your skirt riding up and exposing your ass. Johnny looked especially attractive as he appeared almost flustered, cheeks burning red and eyes blown out. As the music changed you moved yourself around so your back was pressed against his chest, letting his arms drape around you and push you closer to him, feeling the outline of his dick press into your ass. You grinded to the beat of the loud music, feeling his breath on your neck and his stubble grazing your skin. It felt almost too intimate right there in the middle of all the bodies, sweaty and drunk, but god did you want him. You placed your hand over Johnny’s as it pressed into your stomach to hold you there and turned around so you could whisper in his ear,

“Wanna get out of here?” 

Johnny only nodded, allowing you to lead him away from the crowds and out of the bar towards your hotel. Boy were you glad it was so close by as the desperation was radiating off of your hot bodies, clammy hands holding each other as you made your way through the streets, no talking necessary. 

You both smiled politely at the receptionists as you wandered inside the hotel, trying to act as if you weren’t as desperate as you’d ever been, silently praying no stranger would join you in the elevator on your way up. Alas you were left alone, standing side by side as the doors shut. One second later Johnny flipped himself around and slammed his lips onto yours, forcing his leg between yours so they were parted and making out with you roughly. Your hands flew up to hold his face, letting out quiet whimpers as he took you with such force. His hands were already roaming over your body, fisting the fabric of the back of your skirt in his hand and pulling it up. If you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was about to fuck you in the elevator.

That’s when you felt it jolt, stopping on whatever floor you were on. You opened your eyes and pulled away from Johnny’s mouth in a panic, thinking something had broken but instead you were met with his hand over the emergency stop button, manical grin on his face. You covered your mouth with your hand, half shocked but entirely bemused.

“Are you serious?!” You laughed, completely bewildered.

“Couldn’t wait any longer.” is all he said, immediately diving back in to kiss you once more.

As your skirt had already been pushed up over your ass, in fact bunched up around your waist, Johnny’s fingers were smoothly tucked into the band of your panties, waiting for the moment he could finally pull them down. He took the opportunity as soon as your hand reached down to palm him over his pants, pushing your body against the wall of the elevator at the same time. You let out a groan as you frantically unbuckled his pants, him eventually giving in and shoving them down to pool around his ankles instead. 

After some more hot and heavy making out, you felt Johnny’s hard cock press into the inside of your thigh and so you took matters into your own hands, freeing the member and urging him to fuck you against the cool metal walls of the box. You moaned as he entered you, his stubbly chin grazing your neck and lips kissing the skin tenderly as he began bucking his hips forward. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your waist to hold you still, your arms wrapping around his neck to brace yourself the faster he went. 

Johnny’s grunts and your whimpers echoed around the elevator, it even jolted slightly with every thrust and it almost felt surreal that heart throb Johnny Knoxville was fucking you in a hotel elevator. You hid your girlish grin in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking on it all the while. 

“You think Bam could fuck me like this?” You whispered into his ear.

Sure it was evil but god did you love provoking the men that fucked you, it just makes everything more fun. Johnny laughed, more of a ‘fuck you’ sort of chuckle but he laughed nonetheless.

“You gonna talk about Bam while I’m balls deep inside of you?”

Johnny pulled his lips away from your neck to look you in the eye, yours as blown out as his. You grinned playfully.

“Well this means you don’t have to be jealous anymore. Your eyeliners fucking hot by the way” 

Johnny laughed.

“Shut up.”

He continued to fuck you hard, his thrusts only increasing in pace and his moans only getting louder along with yours. It wasn’t long until he got you to that familiar place, head leaning back against the wall as you were worked to the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out between pants, holding onto your breath as you felt the sensation creep forward. 

Johnny continued his relentless pace until you came hurtling down, the wave of pleasure washing over you and making your legs shake. The feeling of you tightening around Johnny made his breath hitch as you brought him closer to the edge.

“Can I come inside you baby?” 

You nodded, head still reeling from your orgasm. Johnny gripped your hips tightly, pushing even further into you as he came with a loud groan into your neck, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The two of you remained in the same place, panting and fucked out, sweat dripping from your foreheads. Johnny’s head was still buried in the crook of your neck.

“You alright there?” You laughed, poking his cheek.

He pulled away grinning.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” 

You both laughed until Johnny kissed you again, your heads all foggy.

“You know we can do this again once we’re out of this elevator right?” You pulled away once his kisses got more needy, practically ready for round two already when his dick was growing soft inside you. 

He laughed as he pulled out of you, the sensation making you wince slightly. 

“Sorry.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He bent down to help pull your panties back up and smooth your skirt out after buckling up his own pants. He fixed himself up a little more before pressing the emergency stop button once again as well as another button.

“Shit.” He muttered. 

“What?!”

Johnny bared his teeth.

“I accidentally pressed the reception floor.” 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Christ I hope those poor workers don’t see us again.” 

Just as you attempted to fix up your hair the doors opened to reveal none other than Bam Margera himself, arm sleazily hung over the same girl you threw him at on the dance floor. You and Johnny must’ve looked like a deer in headlights right then but Bam was far too drunk and oblivious to notice just yet.

“Oh hey guys!” He grinned, entering with his new chick, her hand dragging over his chest.

“Weird the elevator wasn’t working for a minute. What were you guys doing already in here, I thought you left like thirty minutes ago?” Bam asked but his face dropped once it dawned on him.

He observed the pair of you, your makeup all messed up with tangled hair, skirt all wrinkled and Johnny with his messy hair and lipstick stains coating his neck and collar. 

“Oh.” 

“Let’s not.” You interjected before Bam could say anything that would make your skin crawl. 

The rest of the elevator ride was painfully awkward and silent, even Bam’s girl noticing the horrible tension. Once you finally reached your floor after what felt like forever Bam spoke up.

“So uhh... can we take our room or do you want to-” 

“Take our room.” You sputtered, leaving the damn elevator as soon as possible and darting towards Knoxville’s room, desperate to escape. 

End.

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Hey there!

First of all: I love your work, you're doing a great job and I really love your writing style!

I'd like to request something (if you don't want to write that it's cool). I had some kind of a down time for the past few weeks and need something funny/comforting. I thought of maybe reader being a medic on the set of jackass and she and bam and Ryan had a troubled past. So when she sees them she's like "oh please don't get hurt" and the other boys are teasing her like "oh, are you worried about them?" And she's like "god no I don't want to see their faces more than I need to."

And bam or Ryan kinda start to like her and is jealous when the other guys try to flirt with her.

Can end in smut, even though I'm ace and not a smut fan, but the stuff you write is so good, I can totally live with that.

Thanks for your fics and happy new year!

Tell Me

[Ryan Dunn x F!Reader]

A/n: ASSKICKEDBYGIRL WRITING FLUFF FOR ONCE?!?!?!? 😱😱yeah there's a shock. thank you for the req sorry it took me a while to get around to it but thank you for saying that too!!! I've missed writing I wish I didn't have a life.

warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, cursing

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"You might be busy today, looks like Bam and Ryan are gonna fuck something up." Jeff tutted, glancing over to where the crew were setting up.

"God I hope they don't get hurt."

Johnny overheard what you said, a smirk appearing on his face as he wandered over to where you and Jeff were stood.

"And why's that? You got a crush? Worrying your pretty little head over em?" He laughed, ruffling up your hair as you tried pushing him off.

"God no. I don't wanna see their faces more than I have to."

Johnny's brows narrowed, unsure of why you had some sort of vendetta against the two buffoons from West Chester.

"They went to high school together." Jeff answered Johnny's confusion for you before leaving the two of you be.

"Ah I see. One of them an ex or something?"

You shook your head, scoffing.

"Definitely not. They were just idiots that's all."

Johnny could tell you were leaving some detail out as you continued setting up your station, the job you were supposed to be doing instead of chatting with the star of the movie.

"Did they pick on you? Cause' if that's the case I can kick their asses for you. We'll call it reparations."

Johnny's sweet talking pulled a little smile from you though you kept your eyes trained on the ground, afraid you might fall into Johnny's sunken ones as crushing on coworkers was totally a no-go in the professional sense.

"No it's okay. They were kind of assholes to a lot of people so it's not really considered picking on me. Just boys being dumb."

Johnny nodded, biting his lip.

"Well hell maybe they've changed, they're only jackasses professionally now!"

You laughed, glancing up to meet Johnny's eyes.

"Yeah, maybe they just keep the assholery for when they're getting paid."

Before you could launch into any further discussion with the heart throb, the two cast members you'd least like to speak to darted over, calling your name.

"Did you miss us?" Ryan laughed, wrapping an arm around you like you were the best of buds.

"Can't say I did Dunn." You awkwardly shoved his arm off of you, trying your best to continue unpacking though Bam sitting on top of your workplace made that rather difficult.

"Oh come on, you had to have missed me after I dropped out!" Bam chuckled, leaning back, Johnny simply observing the mini high school reunion.

"I will say Bam, Raab shitting on those lockers was the best thing he ever did, got rid of the two of you!"

That's when Johnny finally interjected, laughing whole-heartedly and clutching his chest.

"Raab did what?!"

"You don't know this? Raab got expelled for smearing shit on a bunch of lockers so Bam dropped out." Ryan smiled, relishing in relaying the story despite the fact he wasn't actually there to experience it.

"Chris committed a string of shit related crimes but that one was truly the last straw." You nodded, smiling at Johnny's joy.

"Well hey, they were pretty funny, you have to admit." Bam extended his arm, attempting to grasp some humour from you.

"Funny isn't the word I'd use... disgusting seems more fitting. Plus you guys were dickheads back then."

Bam and Ryan matched faces of confusion.

"What are you talking about? We were dumb kids everyone just ignored." Bam said, Ryan nodding along.

"Seriously? You don't remember?"

There was an awkward silence then, Bam and Ryan racking their brains trying to understand what the hell you were on about.

"Remember what?" Ryan asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek, glancing between the two boys and remembering Johnny was right there too, witnessing this strange sort of confrontation. You weren't sure if you really wanted to unload the words that swirled in your head through in your teen years in front of the guy you kinda liked, the idea was not exactly appealing.

"Whatever, forget it." You bit your tongue, grabbing something and pretending you had something else to attend to when you were just desperate to make an escape.

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After that awkward little encounter Bam and Ryan seemed to be making an array of unnecessary visits to your station, pestering you for band aids and asking if random bruises 'looked okay'.

"Bam you've had thousands of bruises in your lifetime, I'm sure you know that looks perfectly normal."

"Alright yeah, I just wanted to come talk to you before Dunn or Knoxville had a chance." Bam pulled down the leg of his pants as your brows narrowed.

"What are you talking about?"

Bam grinned at you, like he knew something you didn't.

"No it's nothing, I just like talking to you."

Bam's glimmering eyes were seeping into you but it wasn't really working, in fact he was becoming more of a nuisance than anything else.

"Well I appreciate the fact you enjoy my company but I'm kinda trying to work here."

Bam rolled his eyes, not giving up.

"Oh come on. No one's hurt you don't have any work to do, just tell me why I was an ass and I'll leave."

As soon as the words left Bam's lips a yell was heard where Johnny was performing a stunt followed by a 'Medic!" shout.

"Fuck." You muttered, grabbing your kit and running over to where Johnny lay clutching his ankle.

"I think I broke it." He spoke through gritted teeth, eyes shut tightly.

You removed Johnny's hand to see the area was already swelling.

"Help me get him to the tent, I have an ice pack there." You called out to someone, Ryan jumping into play as he swung Johnny's arm around his shoulder while you did the same with his other arm, helping him up and steadying him.

A gaggle of people tried to follow you along but you shooed them off.

"He'll be fine, Jeff can you tell everyone to fuck off please?" You called out, Jeff simply shooting you a thumbs up and waving away any stragglers.

As you, Ryan and Johnny eventually made it to the med tent to sit Johnny down, you noticed a stray had followed you along.

"I don't need both of you here." You called out to Ryan and Bam who both pretended to look mightily concerned as Johnny winced and you fetched the ice pack.

"I'll stay." They both said in unison, earning a glare from you.

"I think I can handle a sprained ankle guys, goodbye." You pushed Ryan and Bam out of your tent and closed the curtains, turning to face Johnny.

"Sorry about those idiots, they won't fucking leave me alone." You muttered, removing Johnny's shoe and sock and placing the ice pack on his swollen ankle, causing him to suck sharply through his teeth.

"You think I fucked it up badly?"

"Nah, probably just a sprain even though it might seem a lot worse, you'll have to use crutches for a bit though."

Johnny sighed, looking pissed off.

"Well there goes two weeks where I can't do shit."

There was an awkward silence in the tent then as you kneeled below him, lifting his foot with your hand to elevate it.

"You know they probably like you right?"

"What?" For being so irritated and in pain, Johnny was really gonna bring up Bam and Ryan?

"The idiots. They have massive crushes on you, I know it."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"You're delusional."

Johnny smiled, staring at you below him, rooting through your bag for bandages.

"I think I'm very lusional actually."

"Oh god, lusional? He's losing it nurse this must be something far more serious!" You laughed, wrapping the bandage tightly around Johnny as he laughed too, wincing through the pain.

Bam and Ryan stood outside the tent waiting for you, their ears only being filled with joyous laughter, their teeth now grinding together.

"Think they need help?" Bam folded his arms, beginning to grow impatient.

"She likes him. Of course she fucking does, what girl doesn't like Knoxville." Ryan spat under his breath, kicking the ground beneath his shoe.

"You know, maybe if we weren't such dicks in high school she might give us the time of the day." He added, turning away from the tent to fuck off somewhere, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Come on dude, we weren't that bad." Bam called out but Ryan shook his head.

"Well clearly we were if she can't stand talking to us for more than two fucking seconds." He went off in a huff, regret coursing through his veins at the unknown actions of his teenage self.

Who knew being a bit of a dick in high school would come back to bite you in the ass?

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It was a Friday night and the crew were off drinking at a local bar after a week of filming. Knoxville had been sentenced to two weeks on crutches and so was hobbling around the bar with them while Bam and Ryan were still falling over each other trying to talk to you. You sat in a booth next to Chris, sipping on your vodka soda and trying to ignore the pestering Bam who was getting more and more drunk by the minute when suddenly he spoke your name all serious.

"Just tell me how Ryan and I were such dicks to you in high school and I promise I'll fuck off."

You were pulled away from your lively conversation to be met with yet another awkward confrontation.

"Bam I don't wanna get into this, seriously." Bam threw his arm over your shoulder and pressed his finger against your lips.

"Just tell me! I'm sorry I was an asshole cause' now I really wanna bang you."

"Alright Bam! That's enough of that!" Like a deus ex machina, Ryan graciously came to your rescue, dragging his drunk friend away from you and pushing him towards another group of Jackass people.

Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape.

"Sorry about him, whiskey is like his truth serum."

You just shook your head laughing, still in a state of disbelief.

"Well I wasn't expecting a love confession to go like that."

"He has a way with words." Ryan laughed, shrugging.

"I'm going to the bar and am not ordering whiskey." Chris murmured, sliding out from the booth and leaving you and Ryan alone.

"So you and Bam really wanna know why I didn't like you when we were younger huh?"

Ryan took a sip from his drink, trying to act as if he didn't care as much as his inebriated best friend.

"I mean, kinda but- yeah. Yeah we do wanna know."

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Fine, I'll tell you."

Ryan's eyes widened.

"You will?"

"I will. but! only if you tell me one thing."

"Anything, what is it?" Ryan nodded enthusiastically.

"Do you have a crush on me too?" Your smile widened, eyes burrowing into his own.

Ryan laughed awkwardly, eyes spinning around the room trying to avoid your gaze.

"Oh come on, what are we 16?"

"Well you wanna know why I thought you guys were assholes at 16 so?"

Ryan bit his lip, considering his options when he just settled on biting the bullet.

"Fine. Yeah I do have a crush on you. That's why I wanna know why you're not giving me any chances so bad."

You smiled smugly, picking up Ryan's glass of whiskey.

"God this stuff really is truth serum!"

You both shared a moment of laughter before settling down.

"Alright I'll tell you. Sophomore year you were a Senior. I kinda liked your hair and I thought you were cute."

Ryan bit back a smile.

"I was at my locker and you and Bam were talking and I kinda overheard your conversation."

Ryan winced at that.

"Well that's never good."

You scratched the back of your head, smile faltering slightly when you remembered what you were about to spill, the alcohol in your system making your lips a little looser.

"Well you know I was pretty quiet in high school. Didn't really talk to anyone except my close friends."

Ryan nodded, straying away from any jokes as he noticed your change in demeanour.

"Since I was so quiet I could kinda fly under the radar, overhear things nobody thought I would hear, I was kind of invisible like that. Anyways, one day you and Bam were talking about girls."

Your eyes were stuck on the table, not wanting to look up and back out of what Ryan had lured you into saying.

"I noticed Bam kinda nodded his head towards me and asked you 'What about her?' I didn't hear the first part but knew it had something to do with sex or dating or whatever."

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Ryan was turning red, already embarrassed before he was even told what he had to be embarrassed about.

"And you said something like 'Fuck no she's a prude. Just an uptight bitch.'"

Ryan swallowed thickly, eyes flicking down to his shoes.

"Then Bam was like 'Yeah she's a cunt. Wouldn't fuck me if I was dying.' and then you just laughed and walked off."

There was quiet then, Ryan shaking his head and sighing.

"Look I don't hold it against you. You were just asshole teenagers and I'm sorry for acting like a bitch late-"

"No stop." Ryan stuck his hand out, interrupting your apologetic spiel.

"I was a fucking dickhead, I'm sorry for saying that shit, it wasn't even true."

You smirked, biting your lip.

"It was kinda true. Still is."

Ryan met your eyes then, his expression hiding a smile

"I just said that bullshit cause' I thought you were cute and I didn't want Bam to get his grubby hands on you."

You rolled your eyes, properly laughing then.

"Oh fuck off Dunn. Don't pull that 'He's only mean because he likes you!' shit on me now!"

Ryan shook his head, smile growing.

"I'm serious! Why do you think Bam and I are falling over our feet trying to talk to you now?!"

You narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms, smirk pulling at your lips.

"Are you telling me this whole time the older kid I thought was cute also thought I was cute?"

Ryan smiled before wetting his lips, arm moving himself closer to you.

"And what if I am?"

You laughed heartily, pushing Ryan's chest.

"Don't put your moves on me Dunn. Did you forget I'm a prude?"

He rolled his eyes again, chuckling.

"Come on let me walk you home before Knoxville breaks something else that you need to look at."

Ryan reached his hand out to pull you out of the booth.

"Jealous already Dunn? Guess you really are the type."

You allowed yourself to get dragged up, Ryan slipping his arm around your shoulder to usher you out of the bar.

"Hey where the fuck are you two going?!" Bam slurred out, bringing everyone's attention to you and Ryan.

You half smiled, unsure of what to say. That's when your eyes met with Johnny's as you witnessed him compute in real time what was happening. When he realised who you were going home with that night he simply smiled and winked at you. How was he always right?

"Taking her home asshole." Ryan called out, wasting no time in pulling you away, the urgency making you laugh.

As you walked down the streets of West Chester, Ryan's hand moved down to hold you by your waist, whispering crude comments about passer-bys in your ear to make you laugh when eventually you reached your apartment building.

"Thanks for walking me home." You smiled, holding your hand over where Ryan was holding your waist and turning to face him.

You looked into each others eyes for a moment, both of you smirking uncontrollably.

"I'd invite you in but, you know I'm a prude so."

Ryan rolled his eyes as you cackled, slapping his chest.

"I deserve that."

You smiled sweetly as Ryan did too, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a millisecond as your faces got closer.

"I don't think we should do anything tonight but..." You brought your hand up to rest on Ryan's cheek, rubbing his face with your thumb.

"I could give you something else." You whispered, leaning in and kissing him.

Ryan kept his hold on your waist but moved his other hand to touch your own face, deepening the kiss. He pushed your body to be closer to his own, moving his lips against yours roughly, beard grazing your chin. Before things could escalate any further you pulled away, allowing yourselves to catch your breath.

"You foiled my plan." Ryan laughed, brushing your hair off of your face.

"What?"

"My plan this whole time was to get the prude to sleep with me ten years later, it was strategy all along."

You both laughed.

"I see, you really plan ahead. I guess I'll just have to sleep with you now."

Ryan quirked an eyebrow at your obviously sarcastic response, resulting in a punch to the arm. You laughed pulling away from his hold on you.

"Goodnight Ryan." You turned your back to him and began unlocking the door as he still stood behind you. As the door opened you turned around, smirking before kissing him one last time for the night.

"Call me."

"I'd be an idiot not to."

"What's new?"

End.

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[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Welcome to Jackass

Series: Uttermost Lifestyle

Paring: Johnny Knoxville x Original female character

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

"Hey you could be part of doing pranks in public. You don't have to seriously hurt yourself. It's a job that pays better than this shitty restaurant you work at." Chris tells me as I was on my lunch break.

"Are they even gonna want a female as part of the cast?" I ask laughing thinking it's stupid.

"I can talk to them about it. Come on, what does a show of a bunch of fucking idiots need? A smart hot babe." Chris says making stare at him. "I mean it in a good way. Come on, Lex. If I can get them to agree, will you?" He grabs my hands.

"Chris, I can't. Kyle is pissing me off. Then I have to help Caiden out with school." I explain to him.

"Fuck Kyle. And can't your parents help out with Cades?" Chris asks in a whiny tone.

"They're out of state at the moment for my brothers wedding. I wasn't invited and I don't wanna talk about it." I make sure he doesn't ask questions.

"Then my parents will help out with him. They watched him when you came over all the time. Please for me." I knew he wasn't gonna drop it anytime soon.

"Fine, if they agree. Now I gotta get back to work." I leave the table to clock back in.

After work I wait outside on my apartment balcony waiting for Caiden to get off the school bus. As I was waiting I get a phone call. "Hello?" I answer it.

"Hello, is this Alexandria Miller?" The man asks me.

"That's me. How can I help you?" I ask seeing the bus coming into view.

"I'm Jeff Tremaine, and your friend Chris Pontius said us adding you to the show would be a great idea. He says you're a pretty good actor for pranks to be believable and funny. We were thinking of having a test run with you too see what you got. Is tomorrow afternoon good for you?" He asks and tells me all the stuff.

"Yeah, it's good for me." I let him know.

"Okay, great. Can't wait to meet you." He hangs up the phone as Caiden comes into the apartment.

"How was school?" I put my phone away.

"Kyle showed up at school trying to pick me up early. They were going to call you, but I told them your job makes you turn off your phone. And I left my book with the restaurant number here by accident." He puts his bag on the couch.

"That son of a... Hey, tomorrow I have to drop you off at Chris's parents house. I have a new job interview tomorrow afternoon." I let him know.

"Cool, I like hanging out with them. What's the new job?" He asks turning on the tv.

"It's for a show on MTV, Chris is trying to get me on with him."

"What show?!" He gets excited.

"Jackass." I go to the kitchen to start dinner.

"I heard about that because Justin's dad. It would be so cool if your were on tv." He gets off the couch sitting at the bar.

"Well hopefully tomorrow goes well."

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"Caiden, hurry up. We have to drop you off at my parents so your mother can get a job!" Chris shouts for him as he gets things together for the day.

"I'm almost done!" Caiden yells from his room.

"Can I?" Chris looks at me.

"Go ahead." I wave for him off while I open the front door.

"CHRIS! You know I hate this!" Caiden yells as Chris runs out of his room carrying him over his shoulder.

"You know what happens when you take too long." Chris runs out the door with him so I lock the door behind us.

When we drop Caiden off I thank Chris's parents and they said it was no trouble. The whole ride to wherever Chris was taking me, I was nervous bouncing my knee up and down.

"Don't worry, Lex. You'll do great." Chris pats my knee.

Chris and I have been friends since elementary, even through he was the biggest idiot, he's always been there for me. Especially when I got pregnant in high school because my shitty ex boyfriend took advantage of me. Chris and his parents helped me raise Caiden whenever my parents weren't helping me.

"We're here. Since it's a public prank we're meeting in this parking lot." Chris laughs so I just nod my head.

"You must be Alexandria." A guy smiles as Chris and I walk up to him and a few other guys.

"That's me. Nice to meet you all." I give them a smile trying not to be nervous. They all introduced themselves to me and it seemed like half of the cast was here.

"Okay, so we have a little skit but we wanna see how much you can improv without actually knowing the skit." Jeff tells me.

"So free ball it and go along with whoever. I can do that." I nod my head and we high five.

"Let's go for a walk honey." Johnny grabs my hand leading the way to a crowded place.

"Can I have a small hint?" I ask with a small smile.

"I'm your new boyfriend and your crazy ex shows up while I go to the bathroom." He gives me a wink.

"I can work with that. Especially the crazy ex." I laugh swinging our arms.

Once we get to a busy small restaurant with people sitting outside, we stop and take a seat at an empty table.

"What can I start you two off to drink?" The waitress comes up to us.

"He'll take a water and I'll take a sweet tea." I speak for the both of us.

"I love when you know what I want." Johnny take a hold of my hand as the waitress leaves. "I have to use the bathroom. I'll be right back. Love you." He stand up kissing the top of my head before heading inside.

I look around and see a older couple so I turn to them. "It's our one year anniversary to day." I smile at them.

"That's sweet. I remember our one year." The lady smiles at her husband as Chris takes Johnny's seat.

"Who the fuck was that?" He asks pisses off.

"Why the fuck are you following me?" I turn to face him.

"You didn't answer me!" He slams his hands down making people look at us.

"I don't have to because we aren't together! You need to leave." I point away.

"Fuck you. You're gonna regret this." He stands up taking the water out of the waitress hand throwing it at me before storming off.

"Are you okay?" People around me start to ask as I make myself cry.

"Just my crazy ex." I wipe my tears away.

A van pulls up and Bam and Ryan jump out running over to me grabbing me by the arms and legs. I start to scream and fight as they rush to throw me in the van before anyone can grab them.

"Hey!" Johnny comes running out.

"I told her she would regret it!" Chris yells at him in the driver seat.

When we see some pull out those phone to call the police that's when the crew tells everyone it was just a prank for the show.

"You almost bit me fighting back." Bam makes me laugh.

"I had to make it believable. And you asshole, throwing that drink at me." I glare at Chris making him laugh.

"I made sure to grab the water." He wraps his arm around my shoulder.

"Your a good actress making yourself cry." Jeff tells me.

"Told you. That's how most of our life she got what she wanted. Always made herself cry and I fell for it every time." Chris kisses my cheek.

"I wanna do something." I get an idea.

"What do you have in mind?" Johnny asks crossing his arms.

"I need to make a fake baby and someone who will hit me with a car." I smile.

"I'll do it!" Chris throws his arm up.

"Are you sure?" Jeff and Johnny asks me.

"Do you know how rough big brothers, especially when one didn't want a little sister? I can handle hurting myself."

"If you insist." Jeff says so I get things to wrap my jacket around making it look like a baby was swaddled up.

"I won't hit you too hard." Chris pats the top of my head.

"Thanks make sure the passenger door is unlocked so I can hope in because you're my ride picking me up." I smile at him.

"Did the 13 year old in you come back?" He laughs.

"Maybe see you at the crosswalk." I walk off.

"Good luck!" The guys shout out to me.

Once I get to the busy corner I pull out my phone pretending to call Chris. "Where are you? I gotta get home to put the baby to sleep? Wait a minute." I move the phone slightly. "Excuse me, do you know the name of this street?" I ask a woman and she tells me so I say it to my phone. "Okay, great. Bye." I put phone away and as I see our car I walk out into the street.

Chris bumps me putting the breaks on so I throw myself onto the hood then roll off holding my baby as people around scream and rush to me.

"I'm okay, the baby's okay." I groan as a man helps me up. "What the fuck dude?!" I shout at Chris walking around to the passenger side.

"You said this street." He sticks his head out.

"You're an idiot." I get in the car and we drive off leaving everyone who rushed to help confused.

When we all group up again the guys give me I high five. "How did it look?" I ask rubbing my thigh.

"Fucking amazing." Johnny high fives me again.

"Gonna use both for the show so I guess that means you got the job." Jeff says making Chris pick me up.

"I told you!!!"

"I didn't take you as a girl who would throw herself onto a car then fall onto the street." Bam walks up to me.

"Should have seen how she acted when we were 13. She was super crazy. Sprain both wrist trying to do a dumb trick on a skateboard." Chris tells him.

"Skateboard? You can ride a skateboard?" Bam looks at me.

"Is that surprising news for you? Let me guess... I don't look like they type of girl?"

"Yeah..."

"Well I can." I laugh.

"And super well too." Chris adds.

"Hey Alex, Welcome to Jackass!" Johnny shouts.

[asskickedbygirl]

Hii I just wanted to say I absolutely love your writing it’s so good and I was wondering if you could write something with Steve-o on how a new girl comes to the set of jackass and he starts ignoring you and always around her but when he sees you hanging out with someone else (maybe Ryan or Bam) he gets really jealous

The Workplace Flirt

[Steve-o x F!Reader]

Desc: combined two requests for this one! set during early 2000s so MTV steve-o

A/n: hope this ends the steve-o drought for you guys <3 also ik steph was never really new but i wasn’t bothered to make an oc so the loml will suffice. also i don’t really love writing steve-o so sorry if it’s a bit shit lmao i don’t think i really hit the last request that well…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, mentions of alcohol

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You and Steve-O had a... complicated relationship. By ‘relationship’ you meant being coworkers and by ‘complicated’ you mean him trying to get in your pants every minute. He was persistent, you’d give him that but eventually it would just get pretty irritating. His relentless flirting drove you up the walls and would only get worse when he was drinking which was pretty much all of the time.

“Hey pretty lady.” He’d slur, beer in one hand as his other arm slid sleazily around your shoulder.

“Leave me alone Steve, I’m trying to work.” 

“Now why are you the only one who calls me Steve?” He’d spit the last word out like it was some disgusting piece of food.

“Cause’ that’s your name.” 

He’d roll his eyes.

“You should loosen up a bit. Always got something up your ass.”

“That’s rich coming from the dude that constantly has something up his.” 

He laughed at that.

“See, you can be funny when you wanna be. You gotta get in front of the camera now.” 

You just shook your head, still attempting to shove his arm off of you.

“Not happening.”

“Well I know I’d definitely want you in front of a camera, doing other things.” 

“Alright that’s enough.” Finally he’d be shoved off of you.

“Sex stuff.” 

“Yeah I gathered that much Steve.”

You had to admit, having a little admirer on set did make things a little more interesting. Every day you’d come in curious as to what outlandish thing Steve-o would say to you to desperately try to pull you. It wasn’t that he was ugly or anything, in fact you actually found him pretty cute but rejecting his advances just felt like principle after doing it a million times. After all, you were only a camera op trying to do your job. 

However the routine you were used to was flipped on its head when you returned to set after a new addition was added to the cast. Stephanie Hodge was a model friend of Johnny’s whom he invited to join the show when it became too much of a sausage fest. She was super sweet and kind and you guys hit it off right away but one thing was, she was absolutely stunning so naturally caught the eye of practically every guy on set. Every guy including Steve-o...

 It’s not like you were jealous or resentful of her or anything like that but a little part of you seethed at the fact your usual work lover was no longer falling over his feet over you. You never thought you’d miss the idiot bugging you as you tried to set up your camera every morning, whispering stupid things in your ear and trying his damndest to take you out but alas, here you were grinding your teeth and tapping your foot looking over at the drunk talking animatedly at the new girl in town.

“You alright there?” 

You were snapped out of your daze by a familiar voice.

“Oh, uh yeah I’m just uh- setting up.” 

Ryan tried to hide his smirk but failed at doing so as you noticed the slight upturn of his lips.

“What?”

He shook his head, smiling.

“Oh nothing. So what d’ya think of Steph?”

“Oh she’s great! She’s gonna be really funny I already know it.” 

Ryan nodded, still smirking.

“What?!” You punched him in the arm, trying to squeeze out whatever he was obviously hiding from you.

“No, nothing! It’s just... you seem sort of jealous is all.” 

You paused for a moment before scoffing dramatically.

“Jealous?! Of- of who?!” 

Ryan shook his head again, grinning.

“Dunno, just seems like maybe you’re missing your little Steve-O following you around like a lost puppy.”

You rolled your eyes as over the top as you could.

“Miss?! God no, if anything it’s a relief not having him here. We’re gonna be like way ahead today cause’ I’ll actually be ready to shoot on time.” 

Ryan bit his lip, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Whatever you say.”

He walked off, leaving you to dwell in your thoughts of brewing jealousy. 

Once lunch arrived you ended up at the catering table at the same time as your ‘ex’ admirer. The whole morning he’d been laughing and chatting to Steph who actually seemed kind enough to give him the time of day. He barely looked up when you brushed elbows, focusing too heavily on piling two plates up with food.

“Hey.” You spoke, possibly the first time you’d ever initiated conversation with Steve, just out of curiosity you supposed. 

“Hey.” 

He didn’t even bother making eye contact when he responded, almost as if it was deliberate.

“Who’s the other plate for?” 

You weren’t really sure why you were asking, you already knew the answer.

“Steph.” is all he said before walking off in the opposite direction, leaving you slightly bewildered at this sudden swap of character. 

How had he managed to make you the one desperate for his attention? 

As the days passed your resentment only grew, the other guys beginning to notice how you would shoot daggers with your eyes at the two love birds from across set, not on purpose of course. You couldn’t help but feel almost neglected, change not being your favourite thing to deal with. Well, only change in some ways as the newest shift in your life was rather welcomed.

Since your loss of the buzzcut-having idiot, a new person had strolled in to fill in his shoes as the one to annoy you as you worked. Well, not necessarily annoy, you rather enjoyed having Ryan around to talk to you. He wasn’t trying quite as desperately to get in your pants, in fact his flirting was far more subtle. 

The more Ryan was around, the less you seemed to care about Steve-O and Steph. Every morning he’d head over to where you were setting up and start talking.

“Hey, I listened to that band you were telling me about the other day, they’re really great actually.” Ryan told you, handing over a cup of coffee he got.

“See I told you they’d be your thing! If they come to LA or Philly we should go.” 

As you chatted away you began to notice a pair of eyes trained on you, an angry glare glazed over them. Steve-O had his fists clenched tightly as well as his jaw, looking as pissed as ever. You tried to ignore him and continue your conversation but you still found yourself getting distracted as the man-child stormed off in a huff.

‘What the fuck is he so mad for?’ You thought. All this time he appeared to have completely moved on from you and now suddenly he was all bitter about you simply talking with Ryan?! That doesn't seem fucking fair! You had always passed Steve-O off as the one jackass who would consistently ‘harass’ you but now after these games were going on it dawned on you; was there something there? Underneath this simple little routine you had formerly developed, had there always been some real emotions? You swallowed that down like a large pill, uncomfortably stuck in your throat. Fuck.

Before you knew it, filming was over and Tremaine was hosting the wrap party at his house, inviting the entire cast and crew. You dressed up pretty nice for it, sporting a short skirt and low cut top, if it wasn’t to impress Ryan it may have been for... you know who. 

The night was pretty great, getting to be intoxicated with your co-workers is always a privilege and you and Ryan were pretty much stuck together for the whole night. You also took notice to Steve glued to Steph as per usual but even still after all this time it didn't seem like either of you had actually gotten anywhere with your new partners. In fact a lot of the conversations you were having seemed to be held while your eyes were drifting in search of the other.

“I really fucked up my back on that one, which was stupid cause’ it was already fucked up.”

You nodded along to Ryan’s story while sipping your vodka coke, Steve-O and Steph in the corner of your eye sitting on the other couch. You chewed at your straw absentmindedly, the jealousy simmering in your heart as he slung his arm around her. 

“Go talk to him.”

Your attention was taken away.

“What?”

Ryan shook his head, smirking.

“To Steve-O. This is what it’s been all about, just get it over with already before you don’t see him for another six months.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“I don't-”

“Its fine, really, I get it.” He gave you a genuine smile before getting off the couch towards Bam and the others. You sat in silence for a moment before looking up towards Steve-O, his eyes already boring into you even with Stephanie chatting away. Fuck it. 

You pushed yourself off the couch and beelined straight towards the man who was already looking at you, a puzzled expression on his face. 

“Sorry Steph could I talk to Steve for a second?” 

You stood in front of the pair, the alcohol making everything a little less daunting.

“Yeah, of course.” 

You smiled politely back at Steph before beckoning her partner to follow you. 

“What do you want?” He tried asking you but you had no response, only booming through Jeff’s house searching for a vacant room. 

Eventually you found a guest bedroom and guided Steve inside, closing the door behind him.

“What is going-” He was cut off by your lips slamming onto his, hands clutching at his face as you did what sober you could never dream of. 

It took Steve-O a moment to register what the hell had happened, but when he did he did not hold back. His mouth moved equally as eagerly, hands already gripping your waist and pushing you against the door. You pulled away for a moment just to take off your top, going right back to it afterwards, slowly edging towards the bed. 

Once the back of Steve’s legs hit the mattress you both fell onto it, him settling you to straddle him, his hands slyly moving up to your tits. Everything following moved fast, the remainder of your clothes were off and on the floor in a matter of minutes and before you knew it your legs were straddling over his crotch, him slowly pushing up into you.

You winced as he did so, eyes flashing up to meet his, the first time you had actually done that during your whole encounter. You were met with a look of almost adoration as he finally felt you, about a years worth of pent up hunger being fulfilled right then. You shut your eyes and brought your forehead up to rest against his own, his hands ghosting over your flesh. 

“What changed?” Steve-O whispered as you bottomed out, low whimpers leaving your lips.

You smiled, lifting your head up to look at him, beginning to move.

“Maybe I missed you trying to get into my pants, had to let you in myself.”

He laughed too.

“Good to know my hard work paid off.” 

You shook your head as you moved yourself up and down, laughing while panting. Steve helped you out, holding your waist and bucking his own hips forward, in time with your movements.

Soon you were properly fucking, both of you exchanging moans and low noises while you tried to keep quiet as there was a work party going on right outside the unlocked door. Something about the riskiness of it all excited you, egging you on to be a little louder to add to the thrill. He tried to keep you quiet with his lips but you continued to pull away and smirk as you moaned quite outwardly.

“You want us to get caught?” He muttered and you smiled.

“Would that be so terrible?” 

Steve-O just shook his head.

“One minute you're trying to get rid of me when I'm flirting with you and next you want everyone on set to hear you moan while I fuck you”

You laughed.

“I think it's more me fucking you.” 

“Oh fuck off.” 

You both laughed before Steve grabbed your hips and began moving you faster. You continued to let out noises of pleasure before you felt that feeling in your stomach begin to tighten. You gave no warning before you were coming on his cock, the tightening of your cunt urging Steve to the edge as well. 

“Fuck, where do you want me to come?”

“I’m on the pill.” You whispered.

Steve held onto your hips tightly, pushing you down before finishing inside of you with a loud moan. A moan that could’ve been heard from outside. 

By the time you had gotten off of Steve-O and put your clothes back on he was still oogling you as he remained on the bed.

“What?” You laughed, fixing your shoes.

“Oh nothing, I just never thought that would actually happen.”

You both shared a chuckle.

“So all that stuff with Steph...”

He shook his head.

“I was just trying to make you jealous, she’d never go out with me anyways.”

“Well I guess it worked.” You smiled and Steve did too.

“And Ryan?”

You shook your head in the same way.

“I like him but he knew it was gonna be you.”

The two of you sat in silence for a moment.

“So you actually wanna go out sometime?” 

You both laughed.

“Looks like we skipped a few steps.”

End.

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