#dico cky

[cvmsterfire]

ryan and bam >>

[waiting4yourcall666]

rough scans from my landspeed vhs

-box sides under cut-

[vivaladicamillo]

partying with the cky guys, a mood board

[dcrlvz]

vito waffle

[babybammargera]

Camping with the cky crew.

@bambammargera

[bleach-boyz]

Been working on a story about an afab member of the CKY crew who grew up being Dico’s neighbor and eventually starting hanging out with all the boys senior year of high school.

It would develop into a romance between Ryan and that character circa first two seasons of viva la bam.

Mainly putting this out there to hold myself accountable to posting my first chapter soon. I don’t have any followers but if anyone is interested in this story idea lmk and hit me with a follow maybe

[downtownbunnybaby]

Loved the firsts with Dico!! Can you do one of Raab too!

Firsts With Chris Raab / Raab Himself

Chris Raab x G!N Reader!

Description: All your firsts with Raab. Fluff SFW.

A/N: ask, and you shall receive. disappeared and came back just to post this. more fics are in the works but I've just been so busy.

Warnings: swearing, typical CKY nonsense.

Word Count: 3,028K

Hug:

In all your years of living in Westchester, you had never seen it rain so much. Naturally, you thought your little group would take a break from filming, considering the flooded streets with rain water and what you could only imagine was the sewer water that had risen. 

Enjoying your day off from the chaos, staring outside your kitchen window, you watched the rain pour. A warm mug of coffee adorned your hands as you wondered what your friends were up to, hoping they chose to take the day off like you. Unfortunately, your wonderings were interrupted as you saw a familiar blonde sprint past your house. Setting the mug down and grabbing your raincoat, you ran outside. 

“Raab?!” You shout, searching for the blonde. Met with silence, you decide to go back inside, then you hear them. 

“Do it again! Run by Y/N’s house,” Bam yells, sprinting to record your reaction. 

“Bam! What the hell is going on?” Swatting the camera from your face, you turn to a sopping-wet Bam and Dico. 

“Just watch,” Says Dico, pointing to the flooded street. And there he was. Raab was running through the flooded streets of Westchester, wearing only a headband, underwear, and sunglasses. 

“HI Y/N,” He says, waving as a car passing honks and splashes him. You’re quick to hand the dirt-covered and soaked boy your coat, sensing he must be freezing.

“This is the dumbest idea you have ever had,” They simply laugh at your annoyance. “Seriously, Raab. You could get hyperthermia,” 

Dico chimes in, “Oh, come on, Y/N, a little mud never hurt anybody,” You roll your eyes at his comment, urging Raab to put on your jacket. However, he simply tosses the fabric to the side and opens his arms for an embrace. Much to your protests, the boy was determined to get you as dirty as he was. Dico grabs ahold of you before you can escape. Bam cackles, recording every second of the chaos. 

“No—don’t. Raab, you’re the worst.” You whine, trying to rid the muddy boy off of you. Of course, knowing Raab, there were flirtatious undertones to the “prank.” 

“You know you love it, Y/N.” He says, making sure all the mud transfers onto your white shirt. His embrace only falters after Dico makes an obvious comment. 

“If I dint know any better…I’d say you have a little crush on Y/N.” Dico and Bam grow hysterical at Raab’s wide eyes and red face, quickly dropping you into the rainwater. 

Holding Hands:

It was evident to everyone that you and Raab had a less-than-normal relationship. The two of you were inseparable, like Bam and Ryan, but with more romantic tension. What started as a bet after watching 16 Candles became a signature aspect of your relationship. 

“That’s stupid,” You say, chucking a handful of popcorn at your TV, making a mental note to clean the mess later. “I mean, why not just hold hands? What's the point of holding pinkies?!” It was your group's weekly movie night, and you had selected the cheesiest 80s film you could find, thinking the night would consist of hilarious commentary from your friends. However, much to your dismay, the boys enjoyed it far more than you ever would. 

Bam interjects your complaints. “Y/N, you wouldn't understand. You don’t have a romantic bone in your body,” A mix of laughter and agreement circles the room. 

“I can be romantic!” Slightly hurt by Bam’s comment, you make a proposition. “I can prove it!.” You had no idea why you said it. Maybe, it was your competitive nature or the fact Raab was looking at you with those soft eyes that had you falling. 

“Yeah, how?” Ryan interjects, laughing at your sudden outburst. Looking around the room, he waits for a response. After not receiving one from you or the other boys, he answers his question. “I bet you Bam’s Lamborghini you can’t go a month holding Raab’s pinky,” 

“Not my Lamborghini, asswipe!” 

“Shut up—what do you say, Y/N?” Scanning the room, you search for any signs of disagreement, but eager faces and wide grins stare back as they await your answer. “Deal!” You exclaim, grabbing Raab’s smallest finger as he grows bright red. 

It was nearing the end of the month, and you had long forgotten about the bet between you and Ryan. You had grown accustomed to holding pinkies with Raab, becoming your little ritual. Like always, you were all in Bam’s basement. Dico, Rake, and Bam eyed Ryan’s watch as midnight was only minutes away. 

“Y/N is 5 minutes away from owning a Lambo,” Whispers Rake, slightly hoping you’d let go of Raab’s pinky so you’d lose and they wouldn't have to hear Bam complain. You and Raab sat on the couch, watching new footage recorded that day, promptly ignoring the boys. Too entertained by the content presented. 

“1 minute,” Whispered Ryan, switching from looking at his watch to you. Bam was beginning to open his mouth to speak when it happened. Laughing obnoxiously loud at Raab’s stunt, you maneuver your hand to embrace his significantly larger one, not caring about any repercussions that may occur. Squeezing your hand, Raab forces you to look at him, a beaming grin adorning his pale skin. 

“Yes!” Shouted Bam, jumping up and down, engulfing Dico in his arms and pointing at you. “You lost!” 

Rolling your eyes at the imprompt interruption, you ask, “What are you talking about?” 

Bam continues shouting, ignoring your question. “I get to keep my Lambo!” Then it dawns on you, the bet. Raab is the first to defend you. “Woah, if anything, hand-holding gives them extra points,” 

“Technically, Ryan said pinkies, and I’m looking at full-on hand-holding. So you lose!” Dico says, laughing in your face. 

“Whatever, THIS is way better than your Lambo.” So what if you didn't own a sports car? You hand a killer hand to hold anytime.

First Date:

Raab would never admit it, but he did not have a romantic bone in his body. However, he’d consider himself dammed if he didn't make your first date special. Everyone knew that you and Raab had feelings for each other. After being friends for many years, Raab finally took the initiative of asking you on a date.

The two of you were excited to spend time together ALONE. That meant no filming, pranks, or stunts, and especially, no CKY Crew to sabotage your date. You both chose a small cafe that had opened up downtown. The both of you enjoyed each other's company, reminiscing about your lives thus far. 

Raab flashes you his signature smile, handing you your latte. “I heard the pranks we filmed at Mcdonald's are going to be in the new Jackass episode,” 

“No way!” You exclaim, taking a sip from the scorching drink. “I got banned from that Mcdonald's because of Dico,” The two of you continue retelling stories about the skits and pranks either of you failed to attend, enjoying each other’s presence and the ambiance of the sweet and small cafe. You noticed Raab drifting from the conversation, his attention drawn to something behind you. 

“Chris? Everything alright,” You ask, grabbing his hand and hoping to gain his attention. 

“Am I crazy, or are that Bam and Dico?!” You quickly snapped your neck back to make eye contact with a terrified Bam. It was a miracle your neck didn't break from the velocity. Strutting towards their table, you make eye contact with a not-so-subtle Dico hiding behind a menu. Chris follows behind, slightly begging for you to ignore them. 

“Y/N! Raab! What a surprise!” Dico begins but is promptly interrupted by you grabbing the menu and slapping his shoulder. 

Raab chimes in, “What are you two doing here?” 

“And don't lie,” You add. 

Like scolded children, the two mumble about spying and being bored without you.

“In our defense, we didn't think you’d see,” Says Dico, trying not to laugh at your fuming demeanor. 

Baffled at his response, you point out the menu. “Dico, you were hiding behind a Wings N’ Things menu! You stand out like a sore thumb,” This elicits a rather loud laugh from Bam, who is simply enjoying sabotaging your date. 

“Well, since we’re all here, how about we sit with you guys?” Interjecting you and Dico’s argument. 

“Great idea, Bam,” Dico snatches his menu from your hands and makes his way to your table, sipping obnoxiously loud on your latte. 

Sleeping in the same bed / Cuddling:

Spending the night at the Margera household is not a taboo to your rambunctious group. You would all live there if April didn't kick you out after the third night. Usually, you slept in the same room as Bam and Dico, not minding the number of times flour and a hard punch struck your face. However, Dico had gotten into the habit of waking up your group with a face full of his ass, followed by a glass-shattering and foul-smelling fart. After witnessing Raab be a victim of this trend for a CKY video, undoubtingly it was hilarious, but you knew better. You would not risk potentially getting pink eye tonight. 

It was 2 AM, Raab had been asleep for a while now, and the rest of the boys were slowly migrating to their respective areas. Of course, Bam offered you a spot on the floor next to his bed, but you would not be taking any chances. 

“You sure you don’t want to sleep in my room?” Bam asked, handing you a blanket. 

“Bam, you know I love you, but Dico is taking this bit too far,” You say, eyeing Dico as he mocks you behind Bam’s back. Bam simply laughs as he bids goodnight, dragging the rest of the boys with him and leaving you alone in the living room. 

It was nearing 3 AM, and you were struggling to fall asleep. You rarely slept alone. Whether it was Ryan’s arm on your forehead or Bam kicking you in the middle of the night, one of the boys was always near you. You were finding solitude to be unbearable. Sitting up, you weigh your options. You could spend a sleepless night in Bam’s living room or risk getting pink eye in his room. You quickly dismissed those options because there was another.

Carefully, you made your way up the stairs, trying your best not to wake anyone up. Reaching the guest bedroom, you hesitantly walk up to the closet Raab inhabited. Knocking softly, you waited for the boy to greet you. The rest of the crew would have laughed at the fact you treated the closet like his house. But you felt it was the polite thing to do, considering it was 3 AM. The closet opened abruptly, interrupting your thoughts and forcing you to stare at the sight in front of you. Raab’s hair was disheveled, blonde strands sticking in every direction. His shirt was off, sporting, a slightly annoyed facial expression, expecting to be pranked by Dico or Bam. However, his frown turned into a sleepy grin, realizing it was you, not Dico.

“Y/N?” He asked, confused as to why you were here. 

“...Hi,” You replied, “Can I sleep with you? Don’t feel like waking up to a face full of Dico ass today.” Softly laughing at your response, he welcomed you into his nook. It looked pretty comfortable, considering the location of it all. 

Raab helps you situate yourself in the dark closet. Your bodies were unbelievably close. You could feel his breath exhaling from his nose in your ear as he spoke. “It’s a tight fit. I hope you don’t mind,” You didn’t mind. You never would. If it meant you could always be this close to him. 

Dico is the first one up in the morning. He rushes downstairs to wake you up but is bewildered to see you aren't there. The only remains of your presence are the blanket Bam lent you discarded on the floor with your hoodie. He makes his way to the kitchen, asking April if she’s seen you. 

“Sorry, Dico. Have not seen them,” Ignoring his complaints, she continues making breakfast, asking him to call the rest of the boys down before he continues his search. 

“Bam! Wake up!” Dico is leaning over Bam, shaking him until he responds to his dramatic pleas. Bam simply groans, covering his face with a pillow. But Dico is persistent, shaking him until he responds. 

“What the hell, Dico?! What is so important,” It takes Dico several moments to respond, enjoying the present annoyance on Bam’s face. By the time he does answer Bam’s questions, Rake and Ryan are also up. 

“Who’s missing?” 

“Y/N’s missing?” Ryan rubs the sleep from his eyes before proposing a solution. “Let’s have breakfast and then look for them. The boys agree. Of course, how could they search for their friend on empty stomachs? 

“Alright,” Bam says, pushing Dico off of him. “Can someone get Raab?” Then it hits them all at once. In seconds, Dico is shouting for Bam to get the camera. He motions for everyone to follow him once Bam starts recording. They make their way to the guest room, giggling at their plan. Opening the closet door, they gawked at the sight. You’re under Raab’s arm, almost on top of him, his firm embrace bringing you closer throughout the night. Dico almost feels bad for what he’s about to do, but then he remembers the cameras and forgets about remorse and decency. 

Dico pulls his pants down, aiming his behind over you and Raab’s face. Only briefly stopping when you stir, bringing Raab closer to you. Squatting, he lets it out, mostly on your face. The impact, plus Bam slapping both of you, wakes you up. 

“Ow,” You shout. “What the fuck was that?!” Cackling and shouting, the boys run out of the room as you bolt up. 

Raab exits the closet, crawling. “You just slapped us in the face, and we wake up to some ass, RIGHT THERE,” The boys return. Dico is on the floor, breathless, as he mocks both of your responses. Even Jess had joined the party, laughing at Dico’s retelling of the events. 

“That’s what you get for scaring us,” Says Bam, holding you in his arms, giggling before he continues his dramatics. “You had us worried sick,” 

You lightly push him. “At least Raab doesn't kick me in the middle of the night,” Bam rolls his eyes. He shoves you, so you fall on Raab, who simply smiles at the fact you prefer him over Bam. 

Kiss:

You were all filming for the latest episode of Jackass, you had filmed with the new crew several times prior, but this was the first time Raab and the rest of the CKY group had flown down to Los Angeles to join you, Bam and Ryan. Everyone had an underlying desire to impress the Jackass guys, especially Raab. Not only did he want to impress Knoxville and Tremaine, but he wanted to impress YOU. Sure, you were the same Y/N from Westchester, but you were in LA now, and he feared you’d end up dating some Hollywood hotshot instead of him. That fear led him to a circumstance destined for failure. He squatted in a rusty shopping car, telling Bam to push him as hard as possible. 

“I don't know, Raab, this is sketchy, even for us. There’s no bush to catch you.” 

“Bam, just do it,” Low and behold, Raab’s head broke his fall as he plummeted to the asphalt of the vacant grocery store. Everyone laughed as soon as the dirty blonde hit the ground. Of course, you were the first to help him, followed by Knoxville, who felt he had a moral obligation to check if the younger boy needed a medic. 

“Rabb, you alright?” Johnny’s southern drawl confused the boy below him, eliciting several nose scrunches as a response. “You took quite the hit. Let Y/N help you up,” Raab perked up at the sound of your name, instantly lending you his arm to help him up. He tried his best to talk to you, but the slur of his speech prohibited any form of coherent sentences. The group laughed at his poor attempt at flirting with you. 

“Looks like he fell hard for you, Y/N,” Dico chimed in. Once again, the group roared with laughter at Dico’s pun, and Raab slurred a “Shut up!” in response. 

At the hospital, Raab practically begged for you to remain at his side as the doctor observed and treated his concussion. Of course, the film crew was eating up the flourishing romance. Bam leans over to whisper in Raab’s ear. He shook his head, but Bam softly nudged him, “Come on, just do it,” 

“Y/N, I feel terrible. Can you kiss it better?” He asks, pointing to his bandaged head, avoiding your gaze. Giggling, you complied with his silly request. “Anywhere else, Chris?” He looked at Bam, who only leaned onto Knoxville, laughing. Testing his luck, he pointed to his cheek and then his lips. Not expecting you to do it, he turned his head to the camera and Knoxville to verbally end the episode. However, before he could start, you softly grabbed his chin, tilting his head towards you before leaning in. Even in his hazy state, he could feel himself melting into you. As you pulled apart, he felt himself going for more, but the gasps and laughs from your friends, including your hand on his chest preventing him from moving forward, brought him back to reality. 

“Well, Raab, what do you have to say?” It was Knoxville. 

Despite his concussion and the unbearable pain he was experiencing, he was beaming with joy, a wide grin adorning his face. “I’m Jackass. You’re watching Raab Himself, and Y/N just kissed me.” Smiling, you kiss his cheek, causing Raab to throw his head back in delight. 

“Careful now. Don't want you getting another concussion.” Said Johnny, one hand on his chest and the other on Bam’s shoulder as the room laughed at the younger boy in front of them. 

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[philipjohnclapp]

The audacity some of y’all have. Do not just send me a request you sent like eight other writers the exact same thing with no changes, it really gets under my skin. Clearly you don’t like my work that much and just want your weirdo fantasies fulfilled. Big fan my ass. 😐

Also, don’t send simple requests that have already been written like eight different ways by somebody else. Just find those. 😭😭

I’ll literally just start deleting them and telling other people to not do your request, get yo ass black listed. My writing is all about being different from the main strain uncanon bullshit. I have no issues with that thing BUT when it’s written over and over again with no changes and not relating to the character whatsoever it really pisses me off. Make a damn oc or smth and do oc x oc, or just watch some jackass clips. 💀😭

[dunnswrld]

cuddling with dico after a rough day of filming shhdhsuebsjksjdhshsjns please i am begginf

fluff, light angst, fem!reader, sweet bf dico :,))

you laid in silence in your boyfriends bed, your back facing his and his facing yours. both of you awake but not speaking to each other. the only thing filling the silence in the room was the fan in the corner of dicos room.

usually you would be in dicos arms cuddling with him when you two were sleeping together but tonight it was different.

you and dico got into a rather large fight over a “prank” his three best friends pulled on you. the three boys destroyed a brand new- and expensive- dress you were planning on wearing to a event you were invited to.

of course dico didn’t know this, in fact he was at the store shopping with you when this happened. so when you two returned to bam’s place to see your once brand new dress torn to shreds and covered in mud he was just as shocked as you.

you started to argue with him about how he needed to stop tolerating their behavior and at least talk to them about how just mean it was to do that.

so dico sat in the living room for the rest of the night till he got too tired for safety to sit out there. rule number one of the living room was never sleep down there unless you would be waken up to something horrible.

you looked into the darkness of dico’s room, the moon shining from the window giving you just enough light to make out things in dico’s room.

you wondered if maybe you were too harsh on dico, it really wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know what his friends would do; they were always unpredictable. you couldn’t apologize right now because you thought dico was sound asleep, but in reality he was wide awake compared to when he was in the living room.

dico thought that maybe it was his fault your dress got ruined. i mean, they were his three best friends who did it right? dico knew the boys could go a bit far sometimes but you were right, this time it was excessive.

“if you’re still awake im sorry. you’re right, they are my friends and i didnt set boundaries with them when it came to you and i should’ve. i love you a lot you know that? im sorry if i made you feel like i didn’t.”

you practically jumped put of your skin when you heard dico’s voice fill the quiet room. your skin glowing red from the sudden scare and dico’s words.

“it’s fine dico. you didn’t do anything wrong it was your friends and you don’t have control over them and what they do. i love you too dico, lots.”

you felt a shift in the bed as dico turned his body and pressed his chest against your back, throwing an arm around you and pulling you into his body.

you seemed to melt at dico’s touch from how comforting it was, any coldness in your body fading as dico’s body pressed against yours.

you felt gentle kisses be placed on your shoulders and neck. little giggles falling from your mouth as dico smiled, pressing more gentle kisses into your neck.

“it won’t happen again i promise, but never ignore me like that again. i had to watch some dumb tv show with chris for five hours and i was practically going insane.”

[therealpontius]

Just me who thinks it’s extremely sexy that dico is the voice for gnarkill

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

primus is literally so brandon dicamillo

[cvmsterfire]

look at him 🥹

[waiting4yourcall666]

[vivaladicamillo]

GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT

BRANDON DICAMILLO IS COMING BACK TO US OH MY FUCKING GOD

[dcrlvz]

cky bam has me in a chokehold

[babybammargera]

Drive in with Dicamillo

Dico x reader smut?

You hadn't been with Dico a lot lately, he's been busy filming with the guys. Today he had a day to just relax. You're sitting between his feet on the floor of your livingroom watching as he and Ryan play video games and ramble about what they had filmed earlier. You lean back onto Dico's knee, "I'm bored." Ryan nudges you with the toe of his shoe, "you're always bored." You roll your eyes half tempted to unplug his controller but his phone rings before you get the chance and he stands up walking away from the couch, "Princess Bam requires my presence." He shuffles out the front door. As you reach for Ryan's discarded controller Dico pauses the game and you groan, "Bran come on I just said I was bored let me play in Ry's place." He shakes his head and puts his controller down, "I've got a better idea. I'm gonna run and go change, we're going out for once." You turn around still sitting on the floor to look at him, "Like a date? You never change when we go out." He leans down inches from your face, "I reek from filming all day. I'm saving you from my stink I love you enough for that." You half laugh and lean in a bit hoping he'll take the hint and kiss you, "I love you too idiot." He licks the side of your face and stands up instead. You aren't surprised, the two of you aren't much for the cute couple stuff, you wipe your face on your sleeve and glare at him, "ew Dico I thought you were gonna be sweet." He winks and steps out the front door just as Ry had done less than 5 minutes ago, "Not a chance babe. Be back in 10." You sigh and stand up saving their game, mostly so you won't have to deal with Ry complaining when he shows back up at your house later. You change out of your sweats into a pair of black jeans, Dico may be going to change but it doesn't mean he's dressing up he'll show up in jeans and a hoodie himself. You sit down pulling on your shoes, as you finish lacing them the doorbell rings. You open the door revealing your boyfriend illuminated by the porch light wearing what you expected, holding a makeshift bouquet of flowers he probably picked on the side of the road on his way back. "A date and flowers? How romantic." He rolls his eyes as you take the flowers and place them in the empty vase on the table by the door, "Don't be gay about it." You laugh as he ushers you outside, "Alright, at least lock the door Romeo." He turns around locking the door with his key. (You didn't give him his own copy. He decided to make one 3 months into dating.) You climb into his car scooting to the middle seat fidgeting with the radio as he pulls out of the driveway, "So where are we going?" He glances at you squeezing your thigh, "The drive in is playing Killer Klowns from outer space and we're going." You shake your head and crack a smile at his choice of date. Once you get there the two of you make fun of the terrible movie for a while. You lean your head on his shoulder, "I'm glad we get some time together Bran I missed you." He looks at you, "I miss getting to annoy you all day, it's the highlight of my day." He catches your lips with his, it's not the short sweet kiss you usually share its deep and hungry, "I missed that too." You roll your eyes pulling him to you by his shirt,continuing the kiss you climb into his lap. He pulls away smiling at you panting and blushing, "you look hot like this, we should do this more often." He shifts so you're straddling his thigh, gripping your hips to guide you. You gasp at the sudden friction clouding your brain and reach between the two of you finding his belt pulling it off and tossing to the floor as he alternates between leaving sloppy kisses and marks on your neck. He pulls the hem of your shirt intending to take it off but is interrupted by a knock at the window. You squint as a security guards flashlight shines through the glass at you. "Break it up or go home you two." You climb out of your boyfriends lap laughing and the guard walks away. Dico looks at you, "Let's take this to your place." You pull him to you and kiss him, "you read my mind babe."

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