#fob smut

[so-much-for-stardust6]

High School Reunion- Patrick Stump

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summary: you go to your high school reunion and bump into old friends. but seeing a certain someone makes you question your life

lowercase intended

warnings: smut

a/n: i did NOT proof read this so if there’s any spelling mistakes pls excuse them 🙏

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i fiddled with my car keys, an uneasy feeling in my stomach. i sighed before opening my car door and getting out. i stared at the club, seeing people walk in and out. i shut my door and locked the car. i took in a deep breath before heading towards the building. once i told the bouncer my name, he let me in. i didn’t want to be here, but it’s my high school reunion. i was nervous to be here alone, all my friends i had became exes so i really had no one here. my eyes scanned the room, seeing so many familiar faces. i walked towards the bar, instantly wanting a drink. i saw my wedding ring glisten in the club lights. my heart skipped a beat, feeling some sort of guilt that i forgot i was married. i shook off the guilt once i remember how unhappy i am with him. i sat down on the stool, waiting patiently for the bartender.

“what can i get you?” the woman asked.

“shots of tequila, please.”

“coming up.” she started making my drink.

she placed at least 5 shots of tequila in front of me. i didn’t hesitate to grab them and quickly swallowed. i took a quick look at my ring, somewhat glad my husband was working today. he would’ve forced me to stay by him all night, and i wouldn’t be downing these shots.

“y/n? is that you?” i hear behind me.

i turned around to see joe trohman, my old best friend.

“holy shit, joe?” a smile breaks out on my face.

“holy shit, how have you been?” he brought me into a hug.

“livin’ the best life.” i lied.

“how about you, still in that band?” i ask.

“yup! one of our records sold millions!” he beams.

“oh joe! i’m so proud of you!” i smile.

“you should come say hi to the rest of the band!”

“are you sure? i’ll be intruding.” i say.

“it’s no worries, don’t you remember all of us hanging out? going out to get pizza and end up blasting music in pete’s shitty old car.” he laughed.

“i totally forgot! it’s been so long since i’ve heard from you guys.” i grab a shot.

“let’s take one together.” he took a shot.

“ready? go!” he exclaimed.

we both tilted our heads back, making the liquid go down smoothly.

“now we’re talkin’! let’s go.” he lead me to a booth.

“guys! guess who i found!” he pointed at me.

“Y/N!” they all yelled.

i looked at everyone in the booth. of course they all looked different, but i could still recognize them. andy had short hair now and a lot, and i mean a lot, of tattoos coving his arms. pete has tattoos as well, plus he grew out of his emo phase, i’ll miss that guy-liner. then there he was, my high school crush, patrick stump. he looked so different, a black fedora sat perfectly on his head.

“h-hey guys.” i waved at them.

“it’s been so long. how have you been?” pete stood up and hugged me.

“i’ve been great. how about you guys? joe told me you’ve sold millions with a record.” i say.

“yup! our band blew up!” andy beamed.

i sat down next to joe, catching up with the guys.

“woah, y/n. is that a wedding ring?” andy asks.

i look down at the ring, a feeling of sadness filled me.

“oh, yeah. it is.” i awkwardly chuckled.

“who’s the lucky man?” joe playfully winked at me.

“oh uh, y-you wouldn’t know him.” i fiddled with my ring.

“he’s a lucky man.” patrick spoke up.

hearing his voice made my breath hitch. tears started to form, threatening to spill.

i quickly stood up, excusing myself to the bathroom. i ran into a stall, having my back against the wall. i started sobbing, rethinking my whole life. once i started dating my husband, i was happy. we laughed and had our fun times but once we married, i was just a person in the house. i’ve had thoughts about divorce but couldn’t bring myself to it. but seeing patrick again brought back so many memories, memories of how much i’ve liked him.

i wiped my tears and stared at my ring. i quickly took it off, shoving it inside my pocket. i walked back out to the floor, wanting to go home. i looked back at the booth, not wanting to leave without saying goodbye. i walked back over, their eyes landed on me.

“are you okay?” pete asked.

“yeah, totally! i’ve got to go, it’s getting late.” i lied.

“here, let me give you my number, so we can stay in touch.” joe wrote down his number on a napkin and gave me it.

“thanks, i’ll call you in the morning.” i tell him.

“see you guys later!” i waved.

i quickly walked out the club, wanting to get away.

“y/n! wait!” i hear someone yell.

i turn around to see patrick running towards me.

“what’s up-“ i was cut off by his lips on mine.

i felt a warm feeling that i haven’t felt for years. i instantly kissed back, our lips molding together. he quickly pulled away, the look of guilt spreading across his face.

“i-i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that, i know you have a husband- i just really like you. i’ve liked you since high school, but never had the guts to tell you. seeing you tonight has brought back so many emotions and memories. i’m so sorry.” he rambled on.

“shut up and kiss me again.” i mutter before pulling him into another kiss.

he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me closer to him.

“can we go somewhere private?” he whispered.

“your place. my husband would be home soon.” i said.

“oh god, your husband. i totally forgot, we can’t do this.” patrick pulled away.

“don’t go, please. get in the car and i’ll explain.” i held onto his hand.

“okay…” he hesitated.

we got into the car and sat in silence for a few minutes.

“i’m unhappy, ‘trick. i don’t love him, not as much as i did before we got married.” i confessed.

“is that why you took your ring off?” he pointed at my hand.

“oh uh, yeah.” i nervously gulped.

“one thing though, i’ll move countries and change my name if he finds out we’re sleeping together.” he said.

“we’re what?” i asked.

“i said, we’re sleeping together…” he came closer to my face before softly placing his lips on mine.

he rested his hand on my cheek, slowly deepening the kiss. his other hand rested on my thigh, rubbing soft circles.

“give me the directions to your house.” i mumble against his lips.

we quickly pulled away, buckling up and heading towards his house. the sound of my phone ringing made me jump. patrick picked it up, reading the name.

“it says, “josh”. do i answer?” he asked.

“no! i mean- no. that’s him, my husband. if you decline it, he’ll know i saw his call. let it ring.” i explain.

patrick nodded and set the phone back down. i stared at the road in front of me, the sound of my phone filling the sexual tension in the air. we finally reached patrick’s house, immediately parking in his driveway and rushing in the house. he fumbled with his keys but eventually unlocked the door. once the door was shut, his lips were on mine again. i was shoved against the door, his hands roaming my body. we quickly took our shoes off, not wanting to track dirt around the house. we swiftly moved throughout his living room, ending up in his kitchen. his breath slightly smelled like alcohol, while mine probably smelled like pure tequila. he led us to his kitchen island, shoving me against it.

“jump.” he muttered.

i listened to him and jumped on the island. he stood between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs. his tongue explored my mouth, discovering every inch of it. his hands slowly snaked higher up my body, landing on my boobs. he began to softly squeeze and massage them, causing me to let out a soft moan. i’ve never felt this good in forever, the way his hands softly caress my body makes me feel a type of way. he pulled away from me, his lips now going towards my neck. he began to suck on it, definitely leaving dark marks. his hands went to the hem of my shirt, pulling it up. i grabbed ahold of the hem, practically ripping the shirt off of my body. patrick set his fedora aside, slipping his shirt off as well. he went to unclasp my bra, doing it on the first try.

i widened my eyes at his action, not expecting him to do it well. he saw my reaction and smirked at me. he dipped his head down towards my boobs, creating even more hickies for me to hide. i ran my hand through his hair, softly tugging at it. he smirked against my skin, knowing that he’s doing it right. i began to fumble with the buttons on his jeans, desperately wanting them off. he obeyed to me and unbuttoned them, pulling his pants and underwear down and letting them pool around his ankles. he swiftly unbuttoned my jeans, catching me by surprise. i leaped off the counter, pulling both my pants and underwear down and throwing them on the kitchen floor. i hopped back up on the counter, patrick immediately going back to his position.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he looked me in the eyes.

i nodded, not caring nor thinking about my marriage. he smiled brightly, giving me a quick peck on the lips. he pumped himself a few times before slowly inserting himself inside me. we both let out loud moans, feeling pure bliss from the warm feeling. he began to thrust, biting his lip and whimpers escaped his mouth. i threw my head back, letting out a throaty moan. he took this opportunity to pepper kisses all over my neck, occasionally lightly sucking on it. i pulled him closer to me, but i felt like we weren’t close enough. i scooted towards the edge of the counter, wanting him to be deeper inside of me. i felt him grab my legs and wrap them around his waist. i obeyed and squeezed my legs around his waist, burying him deeper inside of me. our moans echoed throughout his house, the sound of our skin hitting one another followed right after.

he lifted me up off the counter and lead us to his fridge, where he pressed my back on the cold door. i arched my back, not expecting the feeling of coldness on my back. he pressed me against the door, the fridge shaking with every thrust he made. he rested his face in the crook of my neck, softly biting down on my shoulder. i tugged at his hair, feeling a burning sensation bubbling up in my lower stomach.

“i-i’m close-“ i gasped out.

i forgot how good this feels, almost like getting a really good massage.

“me too.” he grunted.

soon after he said that, he let out a loud moan and i felt his warm cum fill me up. his hips stuttered as he jerked back and forth. i expected him to pull out and finish me off with his mouth or something but he ended up getting back on track and began thrusting again. the feeling in my lower stomach rose again, quickly building up.

“i’m gonna cum-“ i moaned out.

“do it.” he gritted through his teeth.

and on command, i came. i arched my back, throwing my head back as i tightened against him. that sent him over the edge, making him cum once again. he slowly thrusted, riding out both of our highs. once he stopped, my body felt limp. my legs were numb and shaking a bit.

“you were so good. you did great, baby.” he whispered against my neck, softly kissing it.

i felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. i never had josh tell me stuff like that, he’d just immediately go to sleep. aftercare is really important, but i’ve never experienced it. i just hugged patrick closer to me, not wanting this feeling in my chest to leave. i pull away, seeing his sweaty face staring at me.

“can i please stay the night. i-i can’t go home looking like this.” i tell him, pointing at the hickies he left.

“of course. let me get you some of my clothes.”

he pulled out of me, causing me to drop my legs down to the floor.

as soon as i had the chance to stand up by myself, i fell to the floor. patrick quickly ran by my side, picking me up bridal style.

“i’ll clean up our clothes later.” he smiled.

i chuckled at his words as he lead us upstairs. he sat me down on the bed as he went through his closet.

“how about this, a nice long family guy t-shirt and some batman underwear.” he smiled before throwing them towards me.

i caught them, looking at the design.

“wait- isn’t this my shirt?” i look at the shirt sitting on my lap.

“y-yeah. we hung out one day by the lake and we ended up swimming. when we drove you home, you left the shirt in the car so i took it home and washed it so i could take it back to you.” he nervously explained.

“but i never got it back. why?”

“i-i forgot. i promise i’m not a stalker! i’m not those guys who steal clothing and j-jerk off to them!” he quickly defended himself.

“it’s okay, ‘trick. i don’t think you’re those type of guys.” i laugh before putting on the clothes.

“you look pretty sexy in my underwear.” he eyed me up and down.

“and you look pretty sexy in- well, nothing.” i laugh.

he puts on some clothes and gets in bed. we cuddle up against one another, talking about how we’ve been the past few years. and throughout this whole night, i forgot that my wedding ring is in the pocket of my jeans that are sitting on the kitchen floor of another man i used to love.

[prettynpete]

firsts - patrick stump

summary: after several nights of cuddles and make out sessions. you are ready to take things to the next level and lose your virginity to your boyfriend.

word count: 1475

warnings/tags: smut, fem!reader, futct!patrick x virgin!reader, established relationship, loss of virginity, praise, fingering, oral (m!receiving), l-bomb

authors note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a hot minute and my first ever fob fic so bear with me :) the idea for this actually stemmed from a genderswapped peterick fic i read on livejournal the other night. i liked how patrick was so protective and careful and i wanted to do my own little x reader spin on the concept of losing your v-card to patrick. please feel free to leave your opinion in the replies. thank you reader!! :)

link to inspiration:

(girl!pete x patrick from 2007)

taggging: @domripley @heelbucks

cuddling up was yours and patrick’s usual end to the day, except tonight felt a smidge different. you and patrick snuggled up in the living room of your apartment as usual and you turned on a cheesy horror movie. you leaned into him, as close as you could and as he watched the screen you couldn’t help but shimmy closer into him and place your lips to his neck. patrick let out a shaky breath and shifted slightly.

“sweetheart. you don’t want to watch the movie? do you?” he cooed, moving his hand that was around your shoulder to caress your scalp.

“nooooo. just wanna play.” you avowed meekly.

“baby. you know all you have to do is say the words. i’m all yours.”

and just like that, patrick had moved you from your cuddled position and you were now facing eachother on the couch. he brushed your hair behind your ear and pressed a soft peck to your lips, hands holding onto your waist. as he pulled away from the kiss you wrapped your arms around him and straddled him. his breath caught in his throat and he attached his mouth to your neck, sucking and peppering kisses as you grinded on his pajama pants clad lap.

you flipped between making out and marking eachothers necks for what felt like just a few moments. times like this always seemed to fly by. you and patrick never let things get much more heated than making out and and sloppy handjobs, but tonight was different. tonight, that wasn’t enough. tonight you wanted to play and this sexual yet tame show of affection wasn’t cutting it. you broke away from his lips and played with the hem of shirt, looking into his eyes, begging for permission. he nodded, his facial expression showing a mix of excitement and fear. you pulled his shirt over his head and leaned down to suckle on his chest. leaving soft purple bruises in your wake as you moved down his chest to his soft stomach. you nibbled less hardly and murmured praising words as you moved to the waistband of his pants.

“how’d i get so lucky to be with such a beautiful man?” you looked up at his face. his eyes were doe like as he stared down at you. willing you to keep going.

“is it okay if i…?”

“yes sweet girl.” he breathed out softly. “yes please.”

and that was all you needed to keep going. you wriggled the waistband off his hips to the middle of his thighs. your jaw dropped and you simply stared at the wonderful sight in front of you. you smiled up at him and wrapped your hand around his semi-hard dick. he let out a quiet whimper as you gently stroked him. he bucked his hips into your hand and you leaned down to lick the tip.you soon wrapped your lips around him and slowly sucked. his hands tangled in your hair, urging you to pick up the pace.

“please darling. you can go faster.” he whimpered and you listened, hollowing your cheeks and moving to slightly faster pace. he didn’t want his first blowjob by you to be too much so he in between focusing on his own pleasure, he also scanned your face and actions for any signs of discomfort. once he made sure you were good, hos hips continued to buck and his hands gripped at your hair, manuevering your head to bob at his desired speed.

“fuck sweetheart, i think i’m close.” patrick moaned. you paused, sliding your lips from his dick with a pop sound. a sound between a whine and a yelp came from his throat as you worked your way up to straddle his waist. his eyes were big and glassy as he looked at you.

“is everything okay love? why’d you stop?”

“patrick. i want you.”

“you got me baby. tell me what you want.”

“i’m ready. i want you to fuck me.”

he instantly sobered up from his pre-orgasm drunken state and looked into your eyes with love and concern.

“are you sure? baby, sex is a huge deal and i don’t want to push anything. are you positive that you’re ready? because we don’t have to if you don’t want…” you cut him off with a kiss.

“i’m ready. no ifs. no buts. i’m one hundred percent sure i’m ready to be fully yours.”

“you’re already fully mine. don’t do this just because you think it’s what i want.”

“i want this.”

and with that he carefully flipped you over on the small cushions. there was just enough room for him to position his legs on either side of you. he couldn’t help but giggle softly at his view, you underneath him, fully available for his taking. he played with the lace at the bottom of your tank top before pulling it up over your head and quickie sliding down to slip off your shorts.

“now baby. i have to warm you up a bit first.” patrick said peeling your underwear down and opting to kneel by the couch due to the lack of room.

“tell me if anything feels off or hurts.” he said in a slightly commanding tone before sliding a finger inside and using his free hand to stroke your shoulder.

now he had fingered you on occasions before but it was always very gentle and soft, focusing more on clit stimulation rather than actually fucking you with his fingers. he watched your face as you gasped in pleasure and inserted another soft digit inside you, scissoring them. the stretch burned sweetly and you hissed, prompting him to pause. you whined and glanced into his eyes begging him to continue. he listened and moved his fingers at a gentle pace. “fuck baby. your so wet for me. such a good girl for me.” he gleamed, voice full of praise.

“think you’re ready for more?”

“yes. patrick please.”

he inserted a third finger and moved them all in a come hither motion for what felt like an eternity, before leaning down to press his kiss-plumped lips to yours. he moved again to his spot on top of you, placing his hips in between your legs and removing his fingers, just to reposition his thumb to your clit. you whined and wrapped your arms around him.

“i’m gonna go slow, okay sweetheart.” he murmured, gripping himself and giving a few tugs before pressing just tip inside and resting for a moment allowing you to adjust to the sweet burning sensation. your eyes screwed shut as you focused on the pain and pleasure of the stretch. his eyes focused on your face and he brought his free hand up to caress your face, whispering soft words of praise as he pushed in slightly.

the pain dissipated into a nice full feeling and you tightened your arms around his back. he enveloped you in a passionate kiss and buried himself in you. the kisses soon moved about your face and down your neck.

“sweet girl… i love you so much… i… love… all of you… you feel incredible.” he whimpered out inbetween pecks. he thrusted in and out of you now, moving slowly as not to get to rough just yet. you opened your eyes and nearly cried out at the sight. his head was buried in your neck, his hair was disheveled, the porcelain skin of his back shimmered with sweat. you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him to be face-to-face. his face was even more stunning with flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes.

“patrick, i think i’m close.” you breathed and his movements quickened. his eyes bore into yours and you stared back before squeezing your eyes shut and coming done around him, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips in the process. ecstasy ran through your veins as you cried out and your eyes fluttered open to watch his face contort beautifully. a warm feeling filled your belly, followed by the emptiness of him pulling out.

you both layed there for a few minutes, wrapped up in eachother and recuperating from the high of climaxxing. when you moved in an effort to sit up he whined in protest but reluctantly moved off of you to allow you to return to your previous cuddling on the couch. the movie was in it’s credit by this point, so you grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. you both soaked in the feelings of naked snuggles on the couch. a thought soon grabbed your attention and you kissed patrick on the cheek.

“pat.” you said, leaning your head down onto his shoulder.

“yeah baby.”

“i love you too.”

he smiled brightly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

it was a night of a two very important firsts.

[elektramustdie]

𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

smut.

warnings - oral ( fem receiving), fingering, spitting.

You and Patrick were staying at home and watching movies. The lord of the rings to be exact.

You were driving him absolutely crazy, despite not meaning to. The blond somehow managed to make it through the first film without caving. But each time you shifted positions, your cotton candy perfume would engulf him completely. Reminding him just how sweet you were, and just how bad he’d missed tasting you. So could you blame Patrick for being too distracted to appreciate the gift?  After popping the second film in the dvd player you eagerly join him back on the sofa. The darkness of the room concealing the boner he’s been struggling with for the past three hours. So when his hand started drifting up your bare thigh, you didn’t think anything of it. That is until his fingers trace the outline of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. His head dips, lips grazing your ear. 

“ I want it, I needs it…” 

Patrick’s voice had dropped an octave, gravely as he did his best impression of the creepy crawly creature from the film. You lightly smack his shoulder as he starts laughing, the sound filling the small room. But once he sees the look on your face he settles, nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck. 

“Alright, alright I’m sorry sweetheart. Let me try again.” 

The blond lets his lips trail further down to your collarbone, nipping lightly at your skin. A small gasp leaving you as he begins sucking, tingles shooting straight to your core. “Wanna taste you doll… can I?” 

His voice is just as deep, but the silliness of the previous moment is gone. Only desperation lacing his tone as his hands slip underneath your panties. Groaning as the wetness he finds, the sound leaving you a little breathless. 

“Please…” 

Is all the answer he needs before he’s detaching himself from you. The male grins mischievously as he slides off the sofa, working himself between your thighs. Your panties are removed almost haphazardly, making you giggle at his eagerness. Patrick then tosses your legs over his shoulders, diving in immediately. Despite how eager he was, he licked through your soaked folds slowly. Wanting to take his time and savor each and every drop you were giving him. 

Flash forward almost an hour later, your fingers tangled in his hair as he continues to lap at your overly sensitive cunt. Patrick was being a tease, getting you closer and closer to the edge before slowing once more. Driving you absolutely crazy, yet turning you into mush under his skillful tongue. He pulls back for a moment then, the glow from the tv highlighting the juices coating his chin. The male wipes some from his chin, sucking the digits into his mouth with a deep growl. 

“Mmm, my precious.”

Before you can scold him, he’s back between your thighs, a crazed cackle leaving him as he sucks harshly on your clit. The blond eagerly slipping those same fingers that were just in his mouth, inside you. Curling them up to hit your sweet spot, making you cry out as he increases his pace. Any semblance of going slow now thrown out the window as he licks and sucks at you like a starved animal. Your hands finding their way back into his hair, nails digging into his scalp. 

“That’s it, such a good. fucking. girl.” 

You clench harder around the digits from his praise, whimpering as he leans back to spit onto your already soaked pussy. Patrick doesn’t give you time to process as his tongue mixes his salvia with your slick. Sliding a third finger into your tight heat, the sounds of your arousal over powering the film still playing on the tv. Your brain feels fuzzy, your thighs beginning to tremble around his head. 

“Squeezing so tight baby, fuck. You gonna cum for me?” 

You can’t find the words to answer him, only a high pitched moan leaving your lips. Patrick chuckles against you, the vibrations bringing you that much closer to the edge. Bucking your hips up, your boyfriend is quick to hold them down with his free hand. Preventing any more squirming as he drills his fingers into your needy cunt, increasing the pressure of his tongue. 

“Gimme all your cum sweetheart.” 

You can’t hold back anymore, your body convulsing as your orgasm rips through you. Crying out his name repeatedly as he works you through one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever given you. Your body slumps against the sofa, tugging at his disheveled curls to lift his head. His eyes lock with your now half lidded ones, that mischievous smile working its way back onto his features. Crawling his way up your body to press a bruising kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices now coating both of your faces. 

“Mmm, precious is pleased?”

[sm4sd]

sighh... sm4sd comes out of smut writing retirement for 2024 kinktober

thank you to my friend june for helping me make this list...

the order is slightly up for change but yeah

all are x reader, gender neutral reader (female anatomy) unless specified otherwise...

hello fall out boy freaksss... rpf antis dni this is my page and i'm an adult i will post what i please

nsfw topics under the cut 😊

day 1: fingering - joe trohman

day 2: phone sex - pete wentz

day 3: dirty talk - patrick stump

day 4: loss of virginity - pete wentz

day 5: choking - joe trohman

day 6: overstimulation - andy hurley

day 7: biting - vampire!pete wentz

day 8: sexual frustration - patrick

day 9: body worship - peterick

day 10: handcuffs - joe trohman

day 11: hair pulling - 2024!pete wentz

day 12: cunnilingus - andy hurley

day 13: semi public - pete wentz

day 14: blowjob / face fucking - joe trohman

day 15: morning sex - andy hurley

day 16: marking - vamp! pete wentz

day 17: walked in on - patrick stump

day 18: threesome - peterick x reader

day 19: shower sex - joe trohman

day 20: edging - sub patrick

day 21: mirror sex - pete wentz

day 22: blindfolds - joe trohman

day 23: quickie - pete wentz

day 24: sex toys - andy hurley

day 25: dry humping - patrick

day 26: fwb - andy hurley

day 27: no condom - pete wentz

day 28: aftercare - patrick stump

day 29: mutual masturbation - joe trohman

day 30: taking pictures - joe trohman

day 31: forbidden lovers - pete wentz

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posting on here and ao3 (i go by the same tag on ao3 as well)

[stumpgirl]

Poor thing 🍆 has to be so sore from all that bouncing and thrusting. I'd love to lotion it up 🥵

[release-the-mccracken]

Pete shouldn't be allowed to be making faces like that

[misfits-in-motion]

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hyello !!! tis tooth again !!!! i wanted to share some guidelines abt writing/fanfics etc !!!

☞ requests are: open!! ☜

who i will write for:

- mcr

- fall out boy

- more tba

what i will write:

- fluff

- angst

- smut/nsfw

- most of anything tbh

- hcs/blurbs/shorts mostly

what i would like upon request:

- any deets you can give me !!

- masc, fem, nb/what pronouns

- scenario, obv

- im open to polyam requests too !!! basically anything !!!

KEEP IN MIND !! :

- i do not have a set writing schedule

- i do this for fun, and may want to stop

- my skills are debatable !!

- HOWEVER i am willing to work with peeps !! i just like to be silly !!!

perhaps more tba, but im feeling creative and shiz so yeah !!!

- tooth out

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[buildarocketboys]

nothing comes as easy as you

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fall Out Boy, Bandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Patrick Stump/Pete Wentz Characters: Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump, Joe Trohman, Andy Hurley Additional Tags: Smut, Wet Dream, Coming In Pants, Dry Humping, physical violence, baby Patrick is a pent up little ball of horny rage, he basically has a horny meltdown no I'm not sorry, Teenage Patrick, Album: Take This to Your Grave (Fall Out Boy), Pete is a martyr to the cause of getting Patrick off, Dreams vs. Reality, Biting, Hurt/Comfort, feral teenage patrick can't be tamed, until he comes in his pants and is really embarrassed about it

Summary: Pete has a wet dream, squished between Patrick and Joe in the van, and wakes up to find Patrick glaring at him. Patrick can't take this shit anymore, and he wants Pete to know about it. Pete takes everything that Patrick dishes out. Read here on AO3

The hips he has his fingers pressed into are so soft that at first, Pete is sure the person he's straddling is a woman.

Then he opens his eyes and- oh.

It's Patrick.

This is kinda weird, Pete thinks, as he thrusts in and out of his best friend. But then Patrick opens his eyes for a moment, squinting up at Pete without his glasses. He sees who it is, that it's Pete, and smiles angelically up at him. Pete smiles back and thrusts into him at a slightly different angle, and Patrick moans. He goddamn moans.

So Pete decides to just go with it; this is kind of how he always imagined it going anyway. If the two of them ever-

Usually he stops that thought before it can go any further, but in his subconscious, when he's dreaming, or just when his brain wants to torture him with thoughts of what he can't have and shouldn't want. But right now, Patrick is smiling and groaning beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, so Pete allows himself to indulge, for once.

He always thought it would be like this, taking Patrick by the hand and showing him the delights of getting carnal with another dude. Patrick opening up before him, soft as cream, except the one part of him which is hard as a rock.

Except then he comes, and his eyes fly open, and he's in the van wedged between Joe and Patrick, the latter of whom is staring at him - glaring at him.

Pete's eyes fly open and meet Patrick's, who's been staring at him a little too intensely as he writhes and moans in the back of the van.

Pete twists round to check if Joe has been party to this too, but he's still asleep. The man can sleep through anything. Then Pete turns round to face Patrick again.

"Jesus," Patrick says, with a little too much feeling and something like disgust, and shame curls in Pete's eyes. Fuck, Patrick thinks, and punches the wall of the van hard enough to make a sound, but he's not sure if his violent reaction is due to watching Pete experience a wet dream when Patrick hasn't jerked off for days, or from seeing the humiliation in Pete's eyes and knowing it's his fault.

The semi in his pants might also have something to do with it, but Patrick tries to ignore that.

"You OK, Patrick?" Pete says timidly, almost sweetly, like he didn't just come in his pants in front of Patrick.

Oh, and now the semi is a full hard on and when Pete glances down he can tell, because when he looks up at Patrick's face again he's smirking.

And suddenly Patrick can't take it anymore - living in a van, no privacy, no space, playing shows to hostile or non-existent audiences, trying to jerk off quietly in a bathroom the one night in free they can afford a hotel room, trying to get some sleep in a space that's way too cramped for four guys to share, and always, always, Pete's face smirking up at him, like this all a game, or some big joke to him.

Before Pete or either of the others can react, Patrick has pushed Pete onto the floor and straddled him, punching him right in his smirking little face.

Joe's awake now, and Andy too - Joe protests and Andy gets up to haul Patrick off Pete, but Pete just shakes his head.

"Let him get it out of his system," Pete says serenely, like he isn't talking about Patrick beating the shit out of him. Andy stands there, unsure what to do, as Patrick rains down blows on Pete's face and shoulders, but he must just shrug and sit down, leaving them to it, since nobody attempts to stop Patrick.

Maybe he's rutting against Pete's thigh at the same time, but nobody else has to know that, do they?

Nobody else but Pete, who definitely knows, who can definitely feel Patrick's boner rubbing against him like he's trying to create enough friction to start a fire with his dick, who's still smirking up at him past the fat lip Patrick's just given him.

He scratches ineffectually at Pete's neck and shoulders and chest as everything comes to a crescendo, his anger and his orgasm, and when he comes he sinks his teeth into Pete's neck to stifle his moan.

When it's over, he lets Pete go and sits up, breathing heavily. He glances up at Andy and Joe, who are pointedly not looking at them, and then back down to Pete, who raises his eyebrows at him, as if he didn't also just come in his pants.

Then Pete eases himself up slightly, and puts his hand on Patrick's shoulder, very firmly. His touch grounds Patrick somehow, and he's back on Earth, on the floor of the van, instead of in a red haze of anger and arousal.

"You OK, Patrick?" he says again, with such tenderness and care that Patrick almost starts crying, and finally notices the bruises and scratches and bleeding lip that he's left on his best friend.

"Oh my God, Pete," he says, looking down at the carnage he's caused and scooting away, standing up and holding his hands up like he's innocent, even though he is absolutely, one hundred percent guilty. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, oh my God."

"Patrick," says Pete quickly, sitting up properly. "Patrick, it's fine."

"Fine? Fine?! Pete, I just beat you up!" And came from dry humping your leg, he thinks, but he can't deal with that right now. Better to just focus on the thing in front of him, the thing they can talk about in front of Joe and Andy. Which is Pete. Hurt. By him.

Pete gets up real quick, but then approaches Patrick slowly, carefully, like he's a spooked horse. "Patrick, I promise it's OK. I let you. You needed to get it out of your system."

"Yeah but- but not like that," says Patrick, his face white. He opens his mouth to apologise some more, but Pete interrupts him.

"We need a hotel night," he announces. The other two protest, complaining about the expense and how they're not due another hotel night for the next two days, but Pete cuts them off. "No," he says, glancing at Patrick. "We can't spend another night in this van together, we're all going crazy." Which means Patrick's going crazy, he knows, and hangs his head. "I'll pay for it myself," he says, "let's just find somewhere to stay."

"Pete, no, you don't have to do that," Patrick says, feeling his face burn red with embarrassment. This is his fault; everyone else can handle sleeping in a van for nights on end without going insane and attacking their bandmate, why can't he? Now Pete's gonna spend money he can't afford, just because Patrick is a whiny little baby who can't control his emotions, and-

Pete grips his hand and Patrick's thoughts just stop. "I think I do," Pete says, with a stern look, but it's belied by the softness with which Pete is stroking his thumb across the knuckles of his balled fist.

They drive to a hotel in the nearest town that doesn't look to sketchy or too upmarket, and Pete goes in to enquire about the room. Patrick follows him, needing to apologise properly.

"Pete, I'm sorry," he says, yet again. "Pete, stop, look, let me apologise properly."

Pete turns toward him with a half smile. "You already did," he says. "Look, Patrick, it's not just you, we're all going insane in there. One of us had to break first."

"Yeah but...the others wouldn't have hit you. Or, y'know," he mumbles, the tips of his ears going red, "the other thing." Pete is still smiling, a little bit, but he also looks sad, and Patrick kinda hates it when Pete is sad. "We're still best friends, right?" he can't help asking in a small, tight voice, chin tucked into his chest so he doesn't have to see Pete's expression.

"Yeah, Patrick," Pete says, ruffling Patrick's hair, "We're still best friends."

When Patrick dares to look up again, Pete is grinning at him, so he thinks maybe they're gonna be OK.

"I don't know why I get like that," he explains, following Pete to the hotel reception, "it's just the enclosed space and all the guys and the van and the smells and-" You, he thinks. You drive me crazy and I don't understand why, 'cause I love you more than pretty much anyone else I've ever met. In fact maybe it's because I love you more than anyone else I've ever met.

Pete just shakes his head and nudges Patrick with his shoulder, and then turns to the lady at the desk and asks if they've got any rooms.

Usually they just get one room and bunk in together - it's better than sleeping in the van, but not by much. But this time Pete asks for two rooms and when Patrick looks at him quizzically, Pete just ignores him and fills out the booking form.

The lady hands Pete two key cards, and Pete hands one to Patrick.

"You can go now if you want, get some rest. Room 26."

Patrick is confused. "You gonna come and knock on my door later, then?"

Pete shrugs. "I mean, I can if you want company. But I thought I'd just bunk with the guys, give you some space. You need it. And rest, proper rest, Patrick, or you'll fall asleep on stage like you used to in math class. And don't try to say you didn't, your mom told me!"

Patrick snorts lightly in amusement, feeling relief roll over him like a wave. His own space, privacy, a bed he doesn't have to share with four other guys. A shower! Patrick is overcome with gratitude by Pete's gesture, and Pete must read it on his face (or maybe in the way his whole body has relaxed after days of being taut as a guitar string about to snap).

"You're welcome," he says. "Now go and get some sleep."

Patrick just nods and watches his best friend walk back out into the night to Andy and Joe.

Then he turns on his heel and heads down the hallway to sink into a blessed, peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.

[f4ll3n-s3r4ph]

are you a fobbie?? do you like peterick??

read my dumb smutty peterick fanfics okay thanks bye

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50493034

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50484319

[noodle-doodle]

For anyone who is also madly in love with Pete Wentz

I hope you appreciate this picture I found on Pinterest

[nerdieforpedro]

Be on the Lookout Space Buddies!

So today is Tuesday! 😎 That means tomorrow we'll be seeing our favorite Mandalorian space dad and our reader in another Session.

We're up to Session two, to read Session One, and keep track of when future sessions come out, go to the Sard'ika Masterlist.

Because maybe sometimes, I like teasing, here's a snippet from Session Two:

Sard’ika  I’d like for you to resolve to use these items and learn more about your body. We will utilize them to assess your progress.  Make sure to wear the emerald for me Mesh’la. Din

I believe I mentioned that the key word was items. We'll find out what our bounty hunter means.

No one can ever say that Din doesn't plan. In fact, maybe he plans a lot. 🥸 We should keep an eye out for his plans, right?

@linzels-blog My Space Sister in Smut sent me this gif yesterday. It's perfect. 💜

Go forth into the smut galaxy to find those black holes! 😘

Love Nerdie ❤️

[ihrthyukas]

🖤 bandom rp request!! 🖤

I have been on a role of emo 2000’s bands lately once again .. ! and id love to find some 18+ roleplay partners to do it with😭!

hi! my names kel & I am 19. I have roleplay experience of 6+ years and I am semi-lit to advanced but I prefer long responses. I also roleplay via discord so if you are interested just drop your discord in pms! <3

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Bands I’d wanna roleplay from:

MCR (I usually play gerard, mikey & frank)

FOB (Pete or Patrick)

PTV (Vic)

SWS (Kellin)

The Used (I usually love doing gerbert )

ETF (Max Greene)

BVB (andy)

P!ATD (ryan)

(I have been really into trying vic or kellin😭 so any ship with anyone would be great! Or even kellic-)

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Next to the bands is who I play, I usually enjoy doing cross band roleplay where one member is from another band and the other is too we could even do warp tour type plots!! If you are interested please pm or comment on this post so I can see!

[sstarsixseven]

i barely remember watching spvtw when i was 5 with my brother

now im 16 obsessed sptf

hyperfixations waves

[stumpgirl]

Heaven, Iowa my beloved. We got everything that I love in this video. Would you look at that monster 🍆

[release-the-mccracken]

If I fucked Joe from the Beat It video, it would solve 99% of my problems.

[newdejavuu]

kind of insane that no one has written fic about the “hold me like a grudge” alternate universe