#and then go kiss pete joe and andy on the lips w tongue

[thekidsarentalright]

since the show has been so gay patrick should pull out it’s not a side effect for the medley. as a treat

[radicalravioli]

Daddys little whore ¡teacher!frank iero smut

Tw.daddy kink,very sexual,alchol .

Frank, Mr iero, frankie , sir , mister , the cool music teacher, the dude that you met at a gig , punk rock 25 year old man who acts like he's 19 . Those are many names that describe Frank iero my music teacher , the one who stole my heart on the first day of freshmen year .

I'm a senior now so I've had a crush on the man for quite a long time.

Of course you can't say he's the sexiest teacher, I mean there's Mr Way out art teacher , Mr Toro our math teacher and

Mr Way number two aka Gerard's brother aka Mikey or our English teacher .

I'm probably the closest with Mikey and Frank , I mean don't get me wrong I still think that Gerard and Ray are cool it's just that. I tell Mikey everything and Frank is the funny teacher that every student adores .

I want to do one thing before heading off to college , and that's hooking up with him .

Yeah that's my plan you heard me.

I've been dressing in some more reviling clothes , I'd wear matching lace underwear with a bra that I had bought specifically for this occasion .

Sometimes I'm in my room alone touching myself to the thought of him and what those tattooed hands could do .

Today I was most definitely gonna get his attention .

~~~

I hurried to Mikey's class knowing I'd be late , I spent the whole night on tumblr and reading some NSFW fics.

Gotta love tumblr .

I put on my normal uniform it's just that I put on knee high black socks , a chain to my usual plaid red skirt , then my Converse and finally a black hoodie that on the sleeves wrote

'Daddy's little whore'

With nothing beneath it .

I was gonna hit it off hard .

I opened the door to English as I spotted Mikey in his chair and the students writing some essay or something .

"Morning Mikey , sorry I'm late" I called him by his fist name witch he never liked , but I was practically his best friend so i had a pass .

"Morning y/n take a seat and if you're late again btw this is the fifth time this week , I'm gonna give you detention got it "he said still glued to his papers .

You see Mikey has gotten suspicious , especially cuz I started to dress like a slut .

I'd usually tell Mikey the details about my crushes and how they look like and so on .

And he'd tell me to go ask him or her out .

But I didn't tell Mikey about Frank , I simply can't . He's his best friend and band mate , I can't just straight up say 'hey I like my music teacher I want him to bang me against his desk and call me his dirty little slut '

Hell nah

So I decided to keep it to myself.

Well mostly myself.

I sat down next to my blond haired bestie and gave him a side hug .

"How's it going my man " I told Patrick

He smiled , turning away from his work .

"Hey there n/n , I'm good " then he looked at my outfit

"Trying to impress ireo again ?"

He whispered, I nodded and took off his fedora to ruffle up his strawberry blond hair .

He scratched his face up and snatched his hat away from me adjusting it .

"By the end of the year I'm gonna smosh with him " I chuckled lightly as the fedorable tiny human smiled at me .

"Y/n , you know that Anthony and Ian put the copyright struck on the word 'smosh' so use it carefully " Mikey said smiling at me .

"It's ok y/n !" Ian yelled across the classroom as Anthony put Ian's hand down and smiled at me before getting back to work .

In a flash the bell rang and all the students left the classroom .

I waved at pat and turned around to face Mikey's hazel eyes .

"Soooooo any new crushes huh y/n "

Mikey wiggled his eyebrows at me as I rolled my eyes at him .

"Yeah" I said fiddling w the sleeve of my hoodie .

I could hear him whisper a small 'yes' and punch the air . I giggled and sat down next to him .

"So tell me all about them " he said taking a sip of his coffee on the table .

I nodded as I tried to think of a way that I can describe Frank to Mikey without him knowing .

"So he's a bit older than me , and has this black hair that is always greasy but it makes him look good and hazel eyes but they are a bit more on the green side then brown and he's covered in tattoos and ugh imagine what those tattoo covered hands can do " I went on and on. Pausing a couple of times go take a deep breath.

"Uh-huh so he has hazel eyes and black hair and Is covered in tattoos.....that sounds like frank" he knit his eyebrows together and sent me a confused look .

Then realization hit him and his face turned from confused to a shocked one .

"Holy shit you're in love with Frank that's why you wore all those slutty clothes it's because of him " he mumbled as I looked at him in panic I thought he was gonna tell me that I'm weird and that I'm some kind of weirdo that falls for way older men .

"You have next class with him , holy crap you need to hook up " he said looking at me  with a smirk , I smirked back and he gave me some advice on him and how to get him easily .

***

I left Mikey's classroom and skipped lunch to hang out with my friends .

As usual we climbed up some tree and sat on a branch while gossiping about teachers and other people

Oh don't forget the part where we smoke and Pete brings booze so we get pretty much wasted before class .

"Come on Patrick it's just a bit of alcohol , don't be a pussy "I slurred as Patrick looked at the bottle and shook his head .

"Pat , Patty , Trick , my best friend come on man get loose " Pete said as Andy and Joe stared at Patrick in amusement .

"I told you guys I'm not drinking " said the blond as he pushed away the flask that Pete shoved in his face .

I sighed looking over to Pats orange juice , I smirked looking at Pete and handing it to him .

"Oh yeah " I whispered as pat was too interested in looking at Ryan Ross and Brandon Uries painting that was hung up inside the school .

Pete poured a good amount of booze in Patrick's juice and winked at me .

***

I heard the bell ring and headed to music .

My time to shine.

I smirked to myself as I entered ieros class .

"Morning Mr Iero "

I smiled at him and his hazel eyes as he looked me up and down eyes glued to my knee high socks .

"Morning y/n , I see you changed up your look today " he smirked at me and my stomach flipped .

I turned pink as I put my hand on his chest rubbing the fabric of his thin dress shirt .

"Yeah , yeah I did the uniform was too old fashioned for me with all those boring clothes" I said as I took a seat .

Frank explained something to the class and I listened carefully , not to him but his voice of course .

It was so stern and husky and god darn sexy .

I pressed my thighs together , I was dripping and I needed some attention now .

I got up from my seat and swayed over to the door as a hand grabbed my wrist .

"Y/n"he said sternly , obviously annoyed by my behavior.

"Yes Mr Iero " I turned to face him .

"Did I say you can leave the classroom ?"

His eyes filled with filth as I started becoming more wet down there .

I shifted in my place and shook my head .

"Detention , see me after class "

I did it , I thought . Taking a seat on my chair and nodding innocently .

Throughout the class Frank has been giving me looks and winking at me from time to time .

It made me wanna jump on him and rape his ass.

***

All the students left the class leaving me with Frank .

I was exited knowing what I'd get for being such a bad girl .

"I'm aware that you know better then not to disobey me sweetheart" he purred as he stood up to look me in the eyes .

"You know bad girls like you get punishments ...." he whispered in my ear as he planed a kiss on my neck .

"Girls like you get to be fucked against the wall for not listening" he took my wrist and made me stand up .

He then forced my lips to his as he put his hands on my waist and I put mine on his chest .

I pushed him on his chair and strangled his hips . His nails dug deep in the skin on my thighs as his tongue danced with mine in the war for dominance .

He moved to my neck to leave open mouthed kisses on my neck , nibbling and marking what's his .

"Oh baby how I dreamed of this moment" he purred against my neck as I took off my hoodie .

His eyes bugged out seeing that there's nothing beneath .

"Aw sweetheart dressing up for me , how nice of you " he smirked and moved to undo my bra .

He yanked it on the desk as he moved to grope them , he took one nipple in his mouth and nibbled making me moan .

He grinds himself on me , his erection obvious.

"Wanna blow me baby ?" I melted in his embrace as I lowered myself on my knees and carefully unzipped his slacks and slid them down .

I palmed him though his boxers as he groaned bucking his hips.

I pulled his boxers down for his erect bud to spring free , as I looked at him hungrily and pressed my tongue against his tip spreading pre cum.

I took him in and bobbed my head as he groaned and slowly fucked my mouth .

He pulled on my h/c locks and moaned , sweat forming on his forehead as his dark brown hair stuck to his skin .

I moaned against him causing to him buckling his hips again and making me gag .

He pulled out his stiff cock , a bit string of drool stuck to it connecting my swollen lips to him .

"You did so good baby , such a good girl". He smirked and lifted me up to his hight , pressing a kiss to my lips as I moved and strangled his hips once more .

He reached under my skirt and moved my panties to the side , his fingers brushing against my wet folds making me moan .

He smirked his hazel orbs filled with lust as he lined himself up with me .

"Now sweetie , are you going to be a good little slut for daddy and let me fuck this tight little pussy in peace or are you going to disobey me and be a naughty little girl" he growled as I nodded .

"Use your words baby "said the brunette as I whimpered . Squirming under his touch .

"Yes sir " I said on the edge of a moan his voice was beyond sexy and I was dripping .

"Perfect "he shot me a smirk before slamming into me , I bit my lip trying to to cry out in pleasure .

A muffled moan escaped his lips as I bounced up and down his dick .

I shifted my hips for him to hit the g spot. As he suddenly hit it , I shut my eyes as squeezed them trying not to moan .

The room started to smell like sex as he was making the most beautiful sounds .

I couldn't hold it anymore and just moaned out in pleasure as he looked at me and dug his nails in my his harder.

He started to twitch as my thirsts became sloppier.

"Y/n - fuck -"he groaned as I reached my orgasm .

"Fuck!" We yelled in sync as we both came , I squirted all over his cock while. A hot liquid ran down my thighs .

He pulled out and patted against my shoulder as I stood up trying to find my panties. The stuck out of the pocket of his dress pants , he put on his boxers and stood up .

"You were very well behaved today miss y/n , you have been excused from math class and I hope you have a lovely day " he said as I headed out the door , suddenly he spanked my ass and left a kiss behind my ear .

"I'll see you sir "

"Hope this happens again "

"The feelings mutual"

***

I chuckled to myself as I entered art sitting next to Pat again .

"You wouldn't believe what happened " I whispered as he turned to me and took out his earbud.

"What " he smiled sending me a confused look

"I accomplished my goal "

I said proudly as his eyes went wide .

He was about to say something as Pete cut him off .

" you hooked up with Iero WHOOO "

Pete fake wiped his tear

"I'm so proud of you , my baby is finally gown up " .

Hi boiz so that was it , like I said PLEASE REQUEST MY BRAIN IS EMPTY JUST DO IT .

Thanks for reading .

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

on the 4th day of 🎄, canyousevmyheavydirtysoul gave to you...

Snow with Fall Out Boy.

Note: I (and my prompt fairy) ran out of ideas after the first three so that’s why Pete’s is lowkey shitty. I’m sorry. x

Patrick:

A few strands of hair blew into Patrick’s face as he huffed in exasperation after dodging yet another flying snowball, courtesy of his bandmates.

“Guys! Really!” he shook his head, throwing his hands up to visualise his annoyance, “Keep those things away from me!”

The other three showed no notice of acknowledgment of their friend’s irritation, and continued on in their quest to hurl snow at each other.

“Idiots,” Patrick mumbled under his breath as he turned around and picked up his guitar, gently plucking out the melody that was forming in his head.

Patrick was able to work blissfully uninterrupted for a solid three and a quarter minutes – until a snowball struck him mid-back.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he stood for a moment before carefully setting the guitar back in its case. “Honestly,” he growled under his breath, gathering a small pile of snow on the ground before taking it into his hands and shaping it into a ball.

With a growl, he spun around and indignantly threw the ball of ice in the direction of the other three with all his might – in order to do maximum damage.

His aim was horribly off, unfortunately, and instead of hitting one of Pete, Joe or Andy, it ended up hitting you. Right in the face. Hard.

You fell to the ground with a yelp, the coffee you were holding in your hand flying off to the side.

Gasps of horror escaped the mouths of all four guys, and they broke out in a sprint towards you, with Patrick right in front.

“Holy smokes,” he groaned, partly because he’d hit an innocent bystander in the face with a powerful snowball, but mostly because said bystander was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, “Oh, lord. I’m so, so sorry. It wasn’t meant for you, I swear!”

You chuckled softly as you brushed the remaining ice off of yourself. Patrick’s hands were hovering close to you as if to help, but they didn’t move. He’d already physically assaulted you; he didn’t want you to think he was sexually harassing you too.

“It’s okay,” you smiled genuinely, which made him relax, “I’m sure millions of girls are waiting for the day when Patrick Stump throws a snowball at their face.”

He giggled shyly. “Well, Patrick Stump is sincerely sorry and would like to make it up to you somehow. Maybe by buying you a cup of coffee to make up for the one I destroyed. W-would that be okay?”

You pouted slightly as your shoulders slumped. “I’d love to, but I was actually on my way to a meeting before…ya know,” you gestured all around, “So I’m afraid I can’t right now.”

“Oh,” Patrick nodded dejectedly.

“But,” you started, smiling when he perked up, “I am free for the rest of the day, so why don’t you give me your number? I could call you after my meeting and we could meet up?”

“Yeah!” he beamed, clumsily fumbling around for a pen so that he could scribble his number onto your hand.

His hands were shaking so much, he wasn’t even sure how he managed to write the digits in a way that was even remotely legible. But he coped, and you smiled broadly at each other when he was done. He helped you up from the ground and you neatened yourself up.

“I’ll call you,” you chimed with one final smile before walking off with a wave.

Patrick watched you disappear down the path with a content sigh as Joe sidled up next to him, clamping a firm hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“She’s not gonna call you.”

Joe:

“Pete?”

“Mm?”

“Where is my boyfriend?”

The bassist shrugged as he continued munching away at the assortment of holiday snacks you had set out. “How should I know?”

“Maybe because the last time I saw him, he was with you and now I can’t find him?”

“I dknt knnw,” he said through a mouthful of popcorn, prompting you to harshly grab the bowl from his grasp, “FEY! I vas eafing ‘hat!”

“Where is Joe?”

Pete rolled his eyes so far back in his head that you were momentarily concerned that they wouldn’t roll back, and groaned loudly. “Fiinnnneee. I buried him in the backyard,” he stated simply, reaching forward for the bowl again and clicking his tongue at you when you held it further away.

“You what?”

“I buried him in the backyard. What, did I not say it loud enough the first time?” he quizzed before leaning forward so that he was close to your ear, “ARE YOU LOSING YOUR HEARING, OLD LADY?”

A smack to the right side of the face was effective in regaining the distance between the two of you. (“Son of a bitch, you hit like a motherfucker.”)

“Peter, why the fuck would you bury Joe in the backyard?!”

“Because I said I will bury him in the snow, then he said ha, no I won’t, then I said oh yeah wanna bet, then he said yeah, and then-“

“You two are the stupidest people I have ever met.”

“Tell that to my back account, (Y/N), mmmmmmmmmm,” he sassed, grinning stupidly at you as he spun around in the barstool.

Crossly slamming the bowl down onto the island, you clenched your fists and shut your eyes, taking a moment to calm down before turning and going to get a shovel.

“You see, Pete? This is exactly why I’ll never, ever, let you be our baby’s godfather,” you yelled out before yanking open the sliding door and storming out.

Pete’s jaw dropped open and the pieces of popcorn he had in there fell out. “Hey! I’d be an amazing godfather!” he called as he heard the door close. “I’d be a great godfather,” he nodded to himself.

~

When you stepped outside, the first thing you noticed was the huge pile of snow – well, it was more of an avalanche, really – that undoubtedly held your boyfriend in it’s confines.

“How the hell did Pete manage all of this snow?” you muttered to yourself as you trudged through the thick ice.

Once you got to the pile, you raised the shovel and began gently discarding the top layers, trying not to be too harsh for fear of accidently striking Joe; although, you considered hitting him on purpose as punishment for allowing Pete to do this.

After about five minutes and lots of effort, you saw Joe’s face starting to peek out. Luckily, he had lots of layers on; else he probably would’ve passed out and gotten hypothermia. When you caught sight of each other, you sighed condescendingly and shook your head, while he just smirked at you.

“Hey girl, wanna hiber-mate?”

“You’re not funny,” you hissed, still working on getting rid of the rest of the snow.

“Do you wanna see my snowballs?”

“Seriously. Not funny.”

“There’s a cold front coming… but I’m gonna keep your front warm.”

“So instead of trying to find a way out, you used all that time to think of cheesy pick-up lines instead?”

“I bet that puddle isn’t the only thing that’s wet right now.”

You stopped shovelling and turned to glare at him.

“Say one more. I dare you.”

“The snow is blowing. How about you?” Joe smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you, but upon noticing what you were doing now, his cockiness vanished and was soon replaced with fear. “No, no, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! I’m sor- HMPH,” a pile of snow being shovelled back onto his face cut him off.

Andy:

“Woah there, sunshine,” Andy scoffed as he just about managed to grab the shopping bag that was falling from your grasp before it hit the floor, “What’s all this?” he chuckled, following you to the sofa, where you dumped the rest of the bags.

“I’ve never been in the snow before,” you huffed, swatting your hair out of your face, “I want to be prepared.”

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling at you before raising his eyebrows at all the things you had gone out and bought, “but as someone who has been in the snow before, I can tell you that you don’t need this many pairs of gloves and scarves.”

“Alright, alright, I mighta got a little carried away-“

“A little?” he chuckled, holding up the five new sweaters you had bought. (Gerard is triggered.)

Shyly, you reached out and grabbed the clothing, turning away from Andy in embarrassment.

“Aw, no, sunshine,” he cooed through a short laugh as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck and making you giggle, “It’s okay. I think it’s adorable how excited you are.”

“I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life,” you sighed dreamily, leaning back into his chest.

“It’s gonna be great. We can build snowmen, make snow angels, have snowball fights…you’re gonna love it.”

~

“(Y/N), sunshine, I’m home,” Andy called out, treading through the house. “Where are you?” he muttered to himself as he searched for you in every room, eventually finding you in the library, huddled into the window seat.

“Hey,” he whispered as he approached you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he knelt beside you, gently rubbing your back, “what’s wrong?”

“Did you see the weather report for this week?” you said softly, barely audible.

“No,” he frowned, “why?”

You held out your phone to him, and he glanced at the screen, eyebrows rising once he saw the forecast. “Clear skies,” he mumbled.

“No chance of snow.”

“I’m sorry, sunshine,” he pulled you closer to him.

“It’s okay, it’s not like you can control it,” you chuckled, “I know it’s dumb to be so upset about it, but it’s just that… I’ve wanted to see snow ever since I was little. I used to sit and watch videos of white Christmases for hours.”

“I know,” he muttered into your hair.

“But I guess there’s always next year,” you sighed.

~

You morbidly made your way up the snowless front path and front porch, biting your lip as you unlocked the front door and walked inside.

“Andy, I-“

You lost all speaking ability as you took in the sight in front of you. All of the furniture had been moved out, and in its place was…

“Snow,” you scoffed incredulously as you reached out to touch the little pieces floating in the air.

Loads of it. It was covering every exposed surface. As you scanned the room again, you could see that there were also various trees and other ornaments, along with strings of fairy lights; it truly looked like a Winter Wonderland.

“I know it’s not exactly what you were expecting, but,” Andy said as he walked towards you, holding out one of the sweaters you had bought; he was wearing one too, “it’s the best I could do on such short notice.”

“Andy,” you croaked, your voice shaky as you tried to choke back the tears that were forming, “This is… it’s perfect. Thank you,” you gushed, rushing into his arms as a few stray tears spilled over, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sunshine,” he beamed, kissing you. When you both pulled away, he turned up the setting on the snow machine to high before dragging you further into the snow. “Hey, (Y/N). Do you wanna build a snowman?”

Pete:

“Out of all your dumb ideas, this has to be the dumbest.”

“And why is that?” Pete chided as he set down the equipment he was carrying, a small Bronx treading close behind him in a coat so big, it practically swallowed the little munchkin up whole.

“Because in case it wasn’t clear enough in the past, I have a very sucky equilibrium,” you breathed, holding out your glove-covered hands and gesturing at the skis laying in the snow, “so I have no idea how you expect me to be able to use those.”

“It’s really not that bad, doll,” Pete half-chuckled as he started toward you with the safety gear, which you reluctantly allowed him to attach to your body.

“I’m sure it is. I can’t even keep my body upright on the best of days, so this has disaster written all over it.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N)! I’ll catch you if you fall,” Bronx exclaimed proudly, tilting his head up to look at you from under the enormous hood of his coat.

“My hero,” you giggled, reaching down and pinching his cheeks affectionately.

“Alright, doll,” Pete said, earning a worrisome expression from you and causing him to peck your lips and rub your back soothingly, “It’s fine. I’ll hold you the entire time, okay?” You nodded. “Good. Okay, set your foot here, and the other one here… that’s it. Great, you’re doing great. Alright, now – slowly – take the pole from my hands. Slowly. (Y/N), I said slowly. Listen!”

“Don’t get all bossy with me,” you clicked your tongue at him, glaring at him from top to bottom, “The only reason I’m even attempting this is for you.”

“So you’d rather fall on your face? Exactly what you’re afraid of doing?” You ran your tongue over your teeth and he smirked triumphantly. “That’s what I thought. Now, make sure you keep a firm grip on those poles; I’m gonna move behind you.”

Once Pete moved to your back, he reached forward and placed his hands steadily around your waist.

“Okay, now, slowly start moving. Use the poles to anchor yourself and then glide the skis along.”

You did as you were told, carefully lifting up the poles and setting them a little bit ahead of you in the snow, before cautiously shuffling forward.

Naturally, you slipped.

Bronx gasped aloud and rushed forward to grab you, while you let out a shout.

“Pete!”

“Hey, it’s okay, doll. I’ve got you,” he shushed, hands still holding you firmly.

“Psh. No, you don’t! I’m the one who caught her,” Bronx argued, frowning at his father; his tiny hands were tightly clamped around the edges of your jacket.

“Right,” Pete nodded, stifling a laugh, “Sorry, bud. (Y/N), don’t worry, Bronx has got you.”

The little human beamed proudly at you, and you bent down to place a kiss on his forehead. “Thank you, sweetie. What would I do without you?”

“Can I get a kiss too?”

“No,” you and Bronx said in unison, looking to each other and sharing a giggle after.

“Why not?” Pete scoffed, staring at both of you, highly offended.

“Because you’re not the one who caught me, are you?”

“Yeah, dad,” Bronx added, “Get better reflexes. Gosh.”

The two of you shared another little giggle as Pete looked on, feeling very attacked yet also super fortunate that he was blessed with such beautiful humans in his life.

He was still sour over the fact that he didn’t get a kiss though.

You seemed to pick up on his sourness, however, and leant back a bit to whisper to him.

“Don’t worry. You get all the kisses tonight.”

_______________________________

Thank you for reading x

[f0blove]

If Three’s a Crowd... (Fall Out Boy Smut)

Based Off of the Request: could you write one where you're joe's new gf and you move into fobs apartment and they all fall in love with you and they watch you and joe sleep together and maybe join in........

 Warning: Contains Smut

“You’re absolutely sure the guys are okay with me moving in?” You ask, dumping your last bag on the floor of the room, looking at Joe.

“Babe, I told you, everyone's cool with it” he says, crossing the room and putting his hands on your shoulders, “They all love you. In fact they might even be in love with you”

“Oh shut up” you roll your eyes.

“Seriously, theya were all extra happy to hear you were moving in. Is that what you need to hear?”

You smile, shaking your head defeatedly, “As long as you’re happy with it, I'm good”

“I am definitely happy with it” he says, kissing you softly.

“Perfect, then all is well” you say jokingly, “Now I really need to shower”

“Yeah you do” Joe says.

“Rude!” you respond, “And to think I was gonna invite you to join me”

“Really?” he asks, grinning.

“I guess you’ll never know now” you say giggling, grabbing a towel and slipping into the bathroom.

After a fast five minute shower, you step out of the tub, wrapping a towel tightly around your body. You walk over to the mirror, wiping away the smudges of eyeliner from under your eyes. Suddenly the door opens, and you turn towards it to see Patrick gawking at you.

“(Y/N)! Oh my god I- I’m s-so sorry, um, uh” He stutters out at lightning speed, face flushing bright red as he looks at everything but you.

You resist the urge to giggle, “Patrick relax, I’m in a towel, not naked. No worries”

“Right, I just , uh” he stutters again, smiling awkwardly, “Sorry” he turns and closes the door. You giggle at the event, leaving the bathroom to go back to your new room.

“What's gotten you all giggly?” Joe asks, looking up from his computer.

“Patrick walked in on me in the bathroom”

“Naked?”

“Nah, in a towel”

“Good, he might have fainted if you were naked” Joe laughs.

“You’re insane” you giggle, rolling your eyes.

“No, you're just really hot” Joe says, pulling you toward him by your waist.

“And you need to let me get dressed for dinner” you say, kissing his nose and playfully pushing him away. He groans and regretfully releases you, but you feel his eyes trained on you as you get dressed and you turn to see him smiling.

“What?” you ask.

“I just can’t wait to get home from dinner and have you all to myself” he says, eyes looking up and down your body as you pull your leggings up.

“Tsk tsk tsk, pull your mind out of the gutter buddy or we won't make it to dinner”

“I’d be fine with that” he grins.

“You’re impossible” you say laughing, reaching your hand out and tugging him off the bed, “Now come on, let’s go get some food”

 Three hours later, the five of you pile back into the apartment.

“Thanks again for buying” Pete says as he moves past you.

“Yeah thanks” Patrick and Andy add on.

“No thank you guys for letting me move in and everything”

“No problem, we could really use a girl around here anyways” Pete responds with a grin.

“Alright but this isn’t Snow White, don’t expect me to clean up after all you dwarves” you joke. The guys all throw you an offended look, only causing you to laugh more. “Just kidding, relax. But seriously, not cleaning up after anyone”

“Relax, you won't have to everyone picks up after themselves.” Andy explains.

“Yeah, but don’t go into Patrick's room unless you want to see horrors beyond your wildest nightmares” Joe comments seriously.

“Hey man, come on!” Patrick groans, slapping his shoulder, “It's not even that bad”

“It's definitely that bad” Andy stage whispers.

“Okay, so I won't go in there” you decide laughing, feeling a little bad when Patrick blushes.

“Well as much fun as this has been boys, I think we should retire to our room now” Joe says, looking to you.

“Oh do you?” you ask teasingly.

“Definitely”

You laugh but nod anyway, “Alright I guess we're going to bed then. Goodnight guys” you add with a wave of your hand, following Joe to your new room.

You barely hear the guys’ responses before Joe pulls you into the room and shuts the door, promptly pushing you against it and kissing you strongly.

“I was wondering why you were so excited to go to bed” you comment with a giggle when he pulls away.

“I was just thinking it was about time we christen the bedroom” Joe admits, kissing down your neck.

“But we’ve already had sex in here before, remember?’ you slide your hands into his hair, gripping it tightly as he continues his assault on your neck.

“But never when you’ve actually lived here” Joe argues, pulling away from your neck and grinning at you playfully.

“I mean i'm not one to argue with logic” As soon as the words leave your mouth you kiss Joe again, squealing slightly as he pulls you up, wrapping your legs around him and walking to the bed. You laugh when he clumsily moves around a box, before playfully dumping you onto the bed and climbing on top of you.

“You are so beautiful” he murmurs,kissing you hungrily as his hands grip your waist. You smile against his lips, loving the way he talks to you even after being together so long.

You kiss him harder before pushing him up and away from you. He looks a little surprised, but smirks when you reach for his shirt and tug it up and off of him. You grin back and pull your own shirt over your head, smirking at the way Joe’s eyes light up. You laugh and push him onto his back, straddling his hips and kissing him deeply again. Joe’s hands pull at the waistband of your pants, tugging them off. You let out a small groan as his hands brush against your skin, and you hurriedly move back to pull his pants off too. His lips run down your neck, kissing the swell of your breasts and causing you to moan softly again. Joe kisses down in your stomach, but you're distracted by a strange sound coming from the door. You cock your head, trying to listen closely, it almost sounds like...whispering? Joe stops his movements, confused by your distractedness. You hold a finger to your lips, jump off of him, and walk silently over to the door, pressing your ear to the door. You walk back into the room, moaning out “Oh god Joe, right there!” excessively loud

Joe looks super confused now, and you hold out a finger, holding back a laugh and walking to the door. In one fluid motion, you yank it open, and Patrick, Pete, and Andy crash to the floor at your feet.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” You ask, laughing at the heap of red-faced guys at your feet.

“We were just-”

“We didn’t mean-”

“Oh shit-”

“Guys, what the fuck?” Joe interrupts. “What were you doing?”

The three guys struggle to untangle, trying to explain and looking everywhere but at you.

“Nothing!” Pete says.

“Tsk tsk tsk” you say, walking over to Pete, “Careful Petey, naughty boys get in trouble.”

Pete looks up at you, partially shocked, partially scared. Holding back a laugh, you press your foot to his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. “Tell the truth”

“We- we were…” he trails off hopelessly, looking at the other guys, blanching when Joe walks over to stand next to you.

“Trying to watch Joe fuck me, through the crack in the door?” you interject.

“No of course not!” Patrick interjects.

You cluck your tongue at him,leaving Pete and turning to face Patrick, crouching down to his height  and running a finger across his cheek. “Come on Trick, you wouldn't lie to me, would you?”

Patrick gets even redder than you thought possible, stumbling over his words, “We’re so-sorry, w-we just-”

“Think I’m hot? Sexy?” you ask, curious, noticing the way all the guys have been looking at you this whole time.

The three guys nod, looking at the floor.

“Well damn so do I, but I admitted it instead of watching her through a door like a perv” Joe exclaims with a laugh.

The other guys all stutter out excuses, apologizing.

“Yeah I mean you guys should’ve just asked to join us” You say, and all noise drops out of the room as the guys stare at you.

“Wait… seriously?” Pete asks, looking at you and Joe.

“Whatever the lady wants” Joe says, raising his hands, used to trying new and weird stuff in the bedroom.

“The bed’s big enough, if you want to join us, get off the floor” you add casually.

Immediately the guys get up, looking at you half excited, half nervous. You try not to laugh at their eagerness.

“Alright, come on, pants and shirts off” you demand. Joe laughs and walks back to the bed as the guys trip over themselves as they hurry to undress. You walk and sit in the middle of the bed, smirking at the guys awaiting your instructions. “Come on” you gesture, and they come onto the bed. “Seriously guys, don't be nervous, I’m okay with this.” you add when none of them do anything.

You’re surprised when Patrick is the first one to make a move, hesitantly moving towards you and pulling you into a kiss. You smile against his lips and grips his hair in your fingers. You feel another pair of lips kiss your waist, a pair of hands tentatively stroke down your sides. You feel Joe sitting behind you, clearly okay with sitting back and watching for a while, though his hand rubbing your spine lets you know he’s there. Patrick kisses down your neck, sucking to leave a mark, and then Pete is kissing your lips, and then Andy. You’re almost lost in the flurry of motions and sensations, four different sets of hands all desperate to feel you. You lose track of who does what, but you feel hands touch your chest, your stomach, unclip your bra , a different one pulls it off your arms, and then two sets of lips are on your chest, and you moan out at the sensation. You’re in heaven for a few minutes, basking in the feeling of so much attention, but then your panties get tugged down and off, and the guys start arguing. You get annoyed, rolling your eyes at their bickering over who gets to do what, and you look back and up at Joe. Seeing your eyes, he immediately reaches forward and pulls you into his chest protectively.

“Hey!” he almost yells, quieting the bickering and causing Andy, Pete, and Patrick to look at him guilty. You feel their fear for a minute and fight back a giggle. “Do you guys think (Y/N) is a piece of meat?” he barks out.

The others all rush out answers. “No” “Of course not” “Never!”

“Then why are you treating her like one?” Joe asks, irritated, his protectiveness warming your heart despite the somewhat absurd situation you find yourselves in.

The guys murmur apologies to you, and to Joe

“This is about her, so why not ask her what she wants, instead of arguing amongst yourselves over there” Joe raises his eyebrows, smiles at the looks of guilt, and then looks to you.

You smile at his attitude, looking back.

“Come on Patrick, let’s see what else that mouth of yours can do”

The rest of the night was a flurry of limbs and lust, never being entirely sure whose lips were pressed to yours, whose hands were leaving trails of fire down your sides, whose fingers were drawing moans and squirms from you, whose mouth was sucking marks into your skin, whose fingers gripped your hips as they moved into you.

It was a blur of lust and pleasure and fire and feeling and it was so overwhelming you almost couldn't handle it.

Your eyes finally drooped shut as sunlight creeped over the bed. You peeked around, the four guys draped unceremoniously across the bed. Joe was wrapped protectively around you, but didn't stir as you slipped out of his embrace, grabbing your phone from the bedside table. You stepped onto the corner of the bed, careful not to step too close to Patrick's hair, Pete’s arms, or Andy’s legs. Silently laughing, you snapped a picture of the way the guys were sprawled out around the bed.

You did it partially to remember the sight, and partially because you knew it would make great blackmail someday.

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Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Two

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 2: Two: On the Rooftop with You

Pete

As the days pass over us faster than any of us liked, I made friends , and some really cool ones too.

Not Patrick of course.

He hated me.

Me on the other hand? Nope. I have a bit of a thing for the hat boy.  He's quite adorable if I'm honest, he's small and loud as all hell. He seems to be pretty bright and bouncy all the time, it was enjoyable.

I teased him a lot, but I don't really know how to show actual affection, that's how I show affection myself really.

It was frustrating.

Patrick rolls over in his sleep, grabbing around his bed until he gripped the sheets in his hand and pulled them to his chest, hugging them tightly. He was so cute, he always held stuff in his sleep.

Once when we were all drunk he held my hand until he fell asleep. I think that's when I noticed that this kid was making me feel things that I shouldn't.

I hear the door squeak open and someone fumbles with the door, accidentally dropping it and it clanks closed. He gasps and I can hear him get smacked.

“Do you really want to get caught?” A familiar voice chimes in a whisper, I glance over the room, Patrick's besides me, Andy’s across from him, Joe's across from me, but Jack and Alex are not in their beds. That is until the pair scurry to their beds quietly and jump into them. It was only two in the morning.

Where did those two run off too?

I would figure that out later, right now, I need sleep.

Patrick

I wake up around noon, earlier than normal unless somebody else wakes me. Pete's rummaging through his bag and everybody else is gone.

I learned Pete's name after two weeks of sharing a room with him when he got sick of being called the emo kid.

I'm normally much more vulgar when referring to him though. He notices I'm awake but says nothing, continuing to do whatever.

That is until he drops his boxers.

“Whoa! What the fuck!?” I choke as I sit upright. Pete turns to face me with a confused look on his face.

“What? You've never seen a dick before?” He shrugs and tugs his shirt off his head. (Holy shit… He has a really fucking nice body).

I stumble out of bed and try to find something to distract myself from the sight. I was gay as fuck and let me just tell you, no man with that perfect of a body has ever stripped down in front of me.

I want to fuck the emo boy.

Nothing more, nothing less and no strings attached.

What better place than summer camp to do it?

***

“Patrick, you need to start getting up at normal times.” Joe speaks as I sit down on the ground with my food, “You missed breakfast, dude.”

“I always do, Joe. If I wanted it bad enough I'd be up when it's being served.” I shrug, still practically shaking over what I just witnessed.

Dallon, Spencer, Jon and Ryan all come and go in our little group with their food, striking up conversation. I'm not sure why Ryan ever really hung out with as he obviously didn't like us. He never had.

Soon enough we were joined by Pete and he had the Way brothers and Frank Iero following close behind. They all sat with us and Pete kept giving me some side glances, causing me to freeze up, I was so freaked out over it. This stupid emo kid would not be the one to out me.

Joe

I finished my food and Andy was already done. I glance over at him and he smirks back at me.

“I gotta go take a piss then I'll probably go get lost in the woods so I'll see you guys later.” I stand and start making my way off to the other side of the camp.

I notice Andy making an excuse, walking the opposite direction and into the woods. I make my way to our rock and wait for him to climb it. He takes forever but I don't really blame him. As soon as he spots me, he picks up speed and jogs over to me, pinning me to the rock and kissing me instantly.

I laugh and push him back, “Babe, we'll get caught.” I say and he shrugs at me.

“I don't care, I just want to kiss your cute face.” He mumbles and goes to kiss me again.

“If you help me over the rock we can fuck.” I wink and he is instantly climbing over the boulder. I smirk as he lifts me up once I get to the part that I can't climb myself.

He'll do almost anything if I bribe him with sex.

And the same goes for myself.

Patrick

We were all crammed into Alex’s mini-van that he only had for ‘touring’ purposes with his band. Right now, Alex, Dallon, Jack, Frank, Pete, Spencer, Gerard and I were shoved into the over-crowded car. The group of us all just had gone out to eat and were now on our way over to a pub in town to meet up with some of our older friends and counselor that were in their twenties and could drink. They chose this place because people under eighteen could go in as well but just couldn’t drink.

I wasn’t feeling the greatest but I didn’t want to ruin the fun for everybody else.

I’m stuck sitting next to Pete who has way too much energy for any person, he’s too loud and very obnoxious.

I’d still fuck him though.

I’m staring out the window, watching the world flash by me, my eyes are drooping somehow as a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. Even with Pete like screaming besides me (along with everybody else in the car) and the music is blaring into my ear. My eyes still just cannot stay open.

Pete

I’m bouncing around, ‘singing’ at the top of my lungs along with the music, everybody else doing the same (Except Alex, Dallon, Frank and Gerard can actually sing). The only person seeming to be not having any fun. I felt kind of bad.

Patrick's head suddenly falls to rest on my shoulder and I stop, my voice cutting out and movement stopping. He looked so at peace, tired and content just laying on me, fully asleep. I loved sleepy Patrick so much, he was so adorable.

My favorite thing is that he's so bloodless, not trying so hard to be a little punk boy.

Fuck me, he's so cute…

I don't have the heart to wake him.

Patrick

I awake suddenly and sit upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I'm dazed, unsure of where I am for a moment, quickly remember being out with all the guys. That's when I realize there's nobody else in the car, except for myself and him.

Pete .

“What are you doing?” I grumble sleepily, still rubbing my eyes with my balled fists.

“Um, we're at the place, they had me stay with you.” He sounds pissed about it but his face says otherwise.

I go to speak but he's already clamouring out of the other car door, “Well then…”

***

The stars are really pretty tonight, so bright. I'm laid on the ledge of the roof, it was a huge space. I mean it was big enough to hold me and probably Alex or something laying side-by-side.

Pete and I could fuck on it and not have to worry.

Anyway, my hands were behind my head as a cushion and my legs were crossed one over the other. I tap my foot against the stone out of habit.

“ I'm just the man on the balcony, singin’ nobody will ever remember me, rejoice, rejoice and fall… to your knees .” I sing loudly into the bleak night, my voice trailing as I hadn't written more than that and the melody. I just continue to hum the rest.

“Whoa.” I hear a shocked and amazed gasp coming from closeby.

I jump and turn towards where the sound had come from.

Pete .

“Ugh, what do you want?” I grunt, rolling my eyes, turning to face the stars again.

“You're really, really good, Patrick.” Pete enthuses as he sways over the ledge, sitting a few inches from my head and tossing his legs over the edge. He starts looking up at the sky, “I thought that Alex was good but wow…” He mumbles, more to himself than anything.

“Thanks I guess…” I mutter and we sit in silence for a long while, “Why are you up here?” I finally ask.

“I got bored with all the drunk people.” He shrugs at me, “Why are you up here?” He glances down at me.

“Nauseous and the alcohol scent doesn’t really help that.” I look back at him, eyebrows raised.

“That sucks… Did-... You alright?” He looks back up at the sky.

“Yeah, as good as I can be when I’m stuck with you and feeling like shit while wanting to be in my bed.” I mutter and Pete’s shoulders slump a bit. I close my eyes momentarily and open them to find Pete staring right at me, “W-... What?” I look at him confused.

Pete leans down until my nose is touching his chin, “Is this alright, Patrick?” He breathes against my mouth. I go to nod and knock my nose into Pete’s hard-ass jaw. I grunt and mutter a ‘sure’ .

Pete kisses me and it seems like it was supposed to be a quick peck on the lips but soon Pete was trying to stumble into a better position as well as myself.

Soon Pete’s almost straddling me as I sit up, leaning back at the pressure of him on me. He pulls me to the ground as to keep us from tumbling off the roof. He’s kissing me lustfully and I can feel his pants are tight pressed against me. I try and push my tongue past his lips, Pete seems like an amature with how sloppy he is but I also believe that he had a few drinks downstairs, enough to be more ‘confidant’ but not so much as he wouldn’t remember this.

He’s almost confused by how I try and use tongue but he catches on quick so I could care less. Soon the kissing moves to Pete trying to take my shirt off. I catch his hands. Yes , I want to fuck him, no, I do not want my shirt off when it happens.

He pulls back from our kiss, “What’s wrong? Am I moving too fast?” He seems to worry.

“I just… I don’t want to take my shirt off if that’s cool.” I give him an anxious smile.

“Why not?” He furrows his brow.

“You wouldn’t get it, mostly because you’re not, nor have you ever been… um… fat.” I say to him and he shakes his head.

“Patrick, it doesn’t matter what ‘size’ you are.” Pete tells me informatively.

I swallow hard, “Yeah… Uh, it does… You’ll never let it go once you see how fat I am, so can we please-”

“Whoa! I would never, ever make fun of someone, let alone you, for being fat… That’s just fucked up.” He defends genuinely and I smile, a real smile, at him for the first time ever.

“If you really want to…” I’m not fully sure but I feel like I can trust him with all these kinds of dirty little secrets.

Pete

I gently take the hem of his shirt, my heart in my throat as I pull it up over Patrick’s head. I look him over, staring in awe at his body. He wasn’t like obese like he made it sound, he had really nice collarbones and he had a somewhat chubby belly with adorable love handles, he was so perfect and I think this is truly the moment that I realized that I was going to be obsessing over this stupid blonde-haired boy forever.

He reaches for his shirt but I pull it back before he can take it, “Pete, come on, you’re staring!” He whines and I feel a bit bad.

“I’m just trying to take all of you in, Patrick.” I give him a smile, letting him remove my shirt. He pokes the tattoo above my crotch.

“What's that?” He asks me.

“Oh, Um… It’s a bat with a heart in it.” I laugh and Patrick grins, “Wanna see it better?” I smirk and he leans forward, kissing me like before. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, I’d never done any of this before. I’d ‘dated’ before and I’ve ‘kissed’ but like, it’s never been anything close to this.

Patrick gets my pants off and soon I have his off.

What was I doing?

Fuck.

Patrick fumbles his wallet out of his pocket, getting a condom out and looks me over reassuringly, “You ready? It’s gonna fucking hurt ‘cause I don’t have any lube or anything to um… ‘prep’ you with so I just have to pretty much go right in.” He seems worried, “If you don’t want to for that reason then we don’t have to.” I shake my head, I wanted to lose my virginity to Patrick.

“I’ll be fine, I think.” I’m visibly trembling. Patrick sits back and pulls me forward a bit, he grabs his shirt and hands it to me, “You can bite either this or me, I don’t have a preference.” He shrugs.

He’s fucking kinky, oh lord.

“Okay, but what if I hurt you?” I ask as I move to straddle him somewhat.

“I can handle it.” He smirks, kissing my neck, I let out a soft moan and move to sit on his cock and this is probably the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I bite down on Patrick’s shirt and squeeze my eyes shut, “You can go slow if you need, Pete.” He mumbles into my neck.

It hurt but I am so okay with it if it’s him.

***

Patrick and I were sweaty and struggling to catch our breaths. I lean in to kiss him but he stops me, “Pete, what?” He seems confused.

“I just… I don’t know… I thought that… Uh…” I look down at the ground as I pulls my pants back on.

“This was just a one time thing, yeah? Like, no strings attached.” Patrick says and I feel like I could pass out, it was all for nothing.

“You used me?” I ask and Patrick looks kind of sorry.

“I thought that was going to be a mutual agreement. I don’t do commitment well. I mostly feel ‘quick fuck’ about everybody and never a ‘forever’.” He shrugs, “Could you please not mention his to anybody? I’m not out to anybody, like at all.” I just nod.

“Whatever makes you happy, Patrick.”

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