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release-the-mccracken · 1 year

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Ready For The Boom

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Andy Hurley x Joe Trohman x Patrick Stump x Pete Wentz

Summary: Of course, it had been Pete's idea. Every time there was a questionable plan, it seemed like Pete was involved in its conception. No, Pete coming up with a weird idea didn't surprise Patrick at all.

Warnings: Circle jerk, mutual masturbation, hand jobs, dirty talk, come swallowing/eatng, feminization.

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Circle jerk. The words alone were enough to make Patrick blush, cheeks immediately heating up at the thought. He wasn't a virgin or anything, despite what people might say, but he'd only ever heard those words in porn. Honestly, Patrick wasn't totally convinced it was an actual thing real people did. More likely, it had been something Pete had watched in porn and then decided he could do that too. Of course, it had been Pete's idea. Every time there was a questionable plan, it seemed like Pete was involved in its conception. No, Pete coming up with a weird idea didn't surprise Patrick at all. What did surprise Patrick was how quickly he managed to get Joe on board with the idea too. Joe was chaotic too and tended to agree to things before he thought them through, but a lot of the time, he would argue with Pete's ideas just for the sake of arguing.

But nearly as soon as the idea was pitched, Joe was agreeing to be a part of it. Patrick couldn't tell if it was because he'd conspired with Pete on this plan or if he was simply excited by the prospect of someone else getting him off. It wasn't shocking that they hadn't really gotten off. Being cramped with three other guys that you're trying not to disturb didn't make it easy to masturbate. Even when they could, it was always rushed and never as good as getting off with somebody else. With Pete's idea, both of those issues were fixed. None of them would have to worry about being quiet or quick and all of them would have someone else's hand on them for once. What surprised Patrick even more was the fact that both Andy and himself ended up agreeing with the idea, but he tried to brush it off by telling himself that he only agreed because he was missing physical contact so much.

It had been awkward trying to figure out how to make it work. Pete and Joe had taken over most of the planning, trying to decide who should go where. Pete had suggested trying to match people up based on height before realizing that it didn't matter much, considering Joe was the only one who was actually taller. In the end, they kind of just decided to end up wherever they ended up. Patrick couldn't hold back his laughter as Pete shoved in between him and Joe, breaking them apart and ensuring he'd be the one to touch Patrick instead. Joe had temporarily tried to argue that they'd just do it the other way, but Pete had insisted the rules of a circle jerk were to go to your right. By the end of the argument, Pete had ended up with a bruise forming on his arm where Joe had punched him, but he was able to touch Patrick which seemed to be a fair payoff for him.

The full weight of the situation only hit Patrick when it was time to actually get his pants down. He watched as Joe was the first to move, seeming to take forever to get his belt off, though Patrick thought it was his own skewed perception of time that made it feel like such a long wait. It felt awkward to watch one of his best friends take his cock out, but he figured he better get used to it. Things were going to be a lot more awkward in just a few minutes. His eyes seemed to be transfixed on Joe as he finally pushed his jeans down enough to expose his stomach tattoo and then kept shoving them until they were down his thighs. Long fingers wrapped around an even longer cock and Patrick knew he was blushing as he watched Joe beginning to stroke himself to half hardness. It seemed impossible to pull his eyes away from the sight in front of him.

"You like what you see, Stumpster?" Pete's voice broke him out of his concentration, Patrick's head snapping up and seeing everybody in the circle looking at him. Nobody's face held any judgment. Curiosity, endearment, and possibly...Lust? Joe seemed transfixed with Patrick's face, lips slightly parted as he watched Patrick watching him jerk off. "Maybe I should've let you stand with Joe since you like him so much," He nudged Patrick gently, voice light and playful. Despite the fact Pete was making fun of him, it made Patrick relax a bit. It reminded him that this was still just them, there wasn't too much to be nervous about. This was just his friends, nothing bad was going to happen and they'd never actually judge him for anything. "Get your jeans off for us?" Pete hummed after a moment and Patrick noticed he was almost the only one still clothed except for Andy wearing his boxers still.

"Shut up, Wentz. I was just surprised by how fast Joe whipped it out," Patrick retorted and nudged Pete back, grinning at him before deciding he should just jump feet first into this. Before he had time to think about it too much, he reached to unbutton his jeans and work them down his hips. Anxiety still filled him before he yanked down his boxers and he paused for a second that easily could've turned into him stopping altogether. He didn't want to be the one that ruined this for them, though. A moment later, his boxers were down his legs and being kicked away from him too. He wasn't hard yet, but neither was Andy, Pete and Joe were both still only halfway there. "Happy now?" He asked snarkily as he looked at Pete, taking note of the fact that Andy took his boxers off along with him and that made him feel a little less awkward about everything.

"I'm very happy, actually. Thank you for asking," Pete hummed back, giving Patrick his most obnoxious smirk. He rolled his eyes and fought the urge to start bickering with him, but he figured that would kill the mood a little bit. They'd save it for another time. If there was anything they were for sure good at, it was arguing. Andy and Joe had to break them apart more than once before they really started fighting, but now was one of the few times when Patrick wanted to resist getting into it with Pete. Instead, he let his eyes wander a bit. He figured that would be okay, they were getting ready to touch each other which seemed like a step farther than just looking at one another. It felt weird to be staring at his bandmates naked from the waist down, but even weirder was the fact he decided their cocks fit them.

Joe's was the longest out of them all, thin and cut with a slight curve upwards that Patrick tried to not imagine hitting his prostate. Pete's was slightly shorter than Joe's, at least an inch or an inch and a half shorter. It wasn't exactly thick or thin, but it certainly leaned more towards the thin side. He was completely bare and it made Patrick wonder if he shaved or maybe waxed himself. What really caught Patrick's attention was a pair of shiny silver balls on either side of his head, a piercing going horizontally through it. It made Patrick cringe and shiver at the same time, imagining how painful it was and how good it would feel. Andy's was the shortest, but easily the thickest. The red hair around it was trimmed and soft-looking, cock almost five inches or so and balls hanging heavy even though he wasn't hard yet.

Patrick didn't really feel self-conscious about his size, but he did take notice of the fact he wasn't the longest nor the thickest out of them. He was definitely longer than Andy, but also less thick than him. But he was also thicker than Joe and Pete, though he was shorter than them. He was a decent size, don't get him wrong, just over six inches the last time he measured himself. His cock was also plump and a much lighter pink than the rest of them. His stomach pushed his cock downwards when he was hard, making it rest firmly against his snug balls. The hair around the area was thick, but not messy like Joe's. Out of all of them, he was the only one who wasn't circumcised and it made him feel a little out of place, though he knew deep down that nobody cared about whether he was cut or not except for himself.

That thought was further solidified when Pete reached over, making the first move out of anyone, and wrapped his fingers around Patrick's cock gently. Patrick saw it coming, but the feeling still made him gasp quietly. He looked over at Pete, seeing him smiling at him so sincerely that he could've cried. That was so much of who Pete was, full of love and so much genuineness that it was almost overwhelming. Patrick made himself smile back, trying to just focus on how good it felt. It was awkward at first, Pete obviously wasn't used to jerking off someone who wasn't himself. At the end of the day, contact was contact and Patrick couldn't complain about someone rubbing his cock. Pete was clearly doing his best, testing out what movements gained what reaction and focusing on the ones that made Patrick gasp or squirm pleasantly.

"Andy? Come here," Patrick encouraged, feeling a bit more bold and not wanting to seem selfish. He knew the point of this was taking care of each other and not just letting himself feel good. Andy smiled at him sweetly and stepped towards him, offering a quiet "hi" to ease the tension. "Hi," Patrick said back softly, feeling comforted by how calm and soft-spoken Andy was. He was a grounding anchor in an ocean of aggressive waves, holding Patrick in place and not letting him get swept away with the tide. "Just...Tell me what feels good," Patrick's voice was shaky as Pete stroked him a bit faster, feeling himself getting wet beneath his foreskin. Pete was a quick learner or maybe just really observant, but he caught onto what Patrick liked best and he took full advantage of it in the best ways possible.

"Shit," Andy whispered when Patrick nervously wrapped a hand around his cock. "Here, baby. Let me have this for a second," He pulled Patrick's hand away from himself and Patrick felt himself getting embarrassed, wondering what he did wrong. "Can I spit on it?" He asked and Patrick nodded frantically, mind catching up with what was happening. He'd heard of that happening, cut guys needing lube or something else slick to help the slide feel better. It was weirdly hot when Andy licked from the base of his wrist and all the way up his fingers, finally taking a moment to spit into his palm. "There you go. Just do it like you do to yourself," He instructed and Patrick nodded. Just like to himself, he could definitely do that. He started slowly with his movements, trying to pump Andy to full hardness was a tad awkward, but he was determined.

Andy let out a soft noise of pleasure and it was all that Patrick needed to keep going, deciding if it seemed to work then he might as well keep it the same. He jolted when Pete's hand reached out and grasped onto him a bit too roughly. The noise he let out was enough for Pete to loosen his hand a bit, fondling his cock more than anything at first. It was a weird feeling to be touched by someone else like this, especially when Pete's hand was so...Male. Bigger than a girl's and rougher. It was impossible to ignore that this was another guy touching him, but as he started to harden in Pete’s hand, he started caring less and less. Much to his surprise, Pete didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing. Fingertips brushed over his balls lightly and rubbed his cock awkwardly. But Patrick groaned when Pete’s finger pushed beneath his foreskin to rub at the sensitive head firmly.

“Feels good,” Patrick nodded to him, knowing Pete thrived off of being told he was doing a good job. He grinned at the praise and took it as motivation to keep doing what he had been, running his fingertip through the precum beading at the slit. Once he was satisfied with the amount leaking, he moved his hand back to stroke Patrick’s cock fully. His movements were slow and steady as he stroked Patrick, finding the perfect speed and pressure. “Fuck, Pete. You’re doing so good,” He continued praising him, trying to make sure the movements of his own hand didn’t falter on Andy. It was overwhelming and a bit difficult to manage with so many things happening, but Patrick thought the mess of sensations was probably part of the appeal. It was definitely intense as he tried to keep up with everything, torn between the feeling of Pete rubbing him and Andy rutting into his hand.

Pete seemed to be going through the same thing, hand pausing a bit when Joe wrapped his fingers around his cock as well. When Patrick looked at them, Joe was grinning at Pete with the most mischievous look he’d ever had. Patrick was suddenly glad that Joe wasn’t next to him, wondering if he’d be tormenting him like that as well. Pete was enjoying it, though. He was playing into it heavily, encouraging Joe to keep going and keep teasing him. Patrick tore his eyes away when faster motion caught his eye, looking to where Andy was now moving his hand a lot quicker along Joe’s cock. He wasn’t sure when Andy started touching him, but he wasn’t sure how Joe was even still standing. Andy’s hands were talented, speedy and rubbing in all the right ways. His wrist was twisting up near the head and Patrick could see the way Joe’s legs were trembling from the intensity.

Every word disappeared from the air for a little while. Everyone was so focused on what they were doing and what they were feeling. Patrick took turns looking at each one of his bandmates, watching their expressions carefully, and closing his eyes altogether to just enjoy himself. His eyes only opened when he heard Joe letting out a nearly inhuman noise, peeking to see what was going on. He looked just in time to watch him covering Andy’s hand, body visibly shaking even from where Patrick was standing. He looked ready to double over with locked knees, unable to support his own body weight. It was a miracle he stayed standing at all, but Patrick couldn’t focus on being impressed. All he could focus on was how wrecked Joe looked as Andy stroked him through his orgasm, moving a bit slower and looser as overstimulation started to set in before eventually pulling away entirely.

“Here. Come here,” Joe’s words shook as he spoke, failing to still sound bossy. But his hand was demanding as he gripped onto Andy’s wrist, basically dragging him closer to the middle of the circle. Patrick shifted closer naturally too, keeping his hand around Andy’s cock the best he could. Neither of them really knew what Joe was doing as he shoved Andy’s hand to Pete. “Lick,” He said simply and each one of them groaned at Joe’s words. Patrick thought he was about to die as Pete didn’t even hesitate, simply leaning down and licking a stripe off of Andy’s hand. Ever the overachiever, he didn’t stop there and just continued until Andy’s hand was spotless. Patrick was surprised he didn’t come while watching that and he was even more surprised Andy had managed to keep it together. If it had been him in that situation, he wouldn’t have been okay. “Good boys,” Joe grinned between them.

"Play with my balls a little. Joey, come on. Play with 'em," Pete whined out needily, sounding dangerously close to getting off. It could easily be the last little push he needed. Joe's hand, slicked with precum and sweat, slid easily to his balls and held onto them gently. He rolled them around a bit and switched different pressures to see what worked best. Pete sounded like he was going insane as Joe did, squirming and moaning unashamedly. Patrick thought he could close his eyes and come just from listening to that. "Just like that. Fucking fuck. You're perfect," Pete rambled and it made everyone in the circle smile. Pete really did never shut up, even when he was a few moments away from coming all over his best friend's hand. Joe's thumb began rubbing over the sensitive skin there, rough fingertip dragging along the skin.

"You know, Pete. If you were a girl? I'd be fucking you all the time," Joe murmured out, just loud enough for everyone to hear. Patrick choked on his spit, any other time, he'd be scandalized by hearing Joe say something so downright filthy. His cock only throbbed harder at the words now, though. "Bet you'd live for it too. You'd always be ready to take my cock," It was Andy's turn to make a noise, a strangled moan tearing through him before he could stop it. Of course, it didn't go unnoticed by Joe who looked up and grinned, his hand still working along Pete's balls and occasionally up to his cock again. "Do you like that idea, Hurls? Maybe you could eat him out for me first. Get his little pussy all wet and open before I fucked him," Joe's hand moved up to stroke his cock again and that was all it took for Pete to cry out, body seizing up as he spilled over Joe's fist.

"Jesus. You're pretty," Andy's words were met with murmurs of agreement from the others in the circle, everyone watching transfixed as Pete squirmed around. Joe's hand had luckily stopped moving, fingers moving to press into Pete's mouth. The shorter man groaned around the fingers coated in his own come, happily sucking and licking at them until they were clean. "Just a little harder, Trick. Please?" Patrick smiled as he refocused his attention on Andy, barely pulling his eyes away from the sight in front of him. He thought it was sweet, how polite Andy was still being with a hand on his dick. "Thank you, shit. Just like that," He encouraged when Patrick tightened his grasp a bit, trying to avoid hurting the other. But Andy seemed happy with the pressure, head tipping back as Patrick stroked him a bit quicker as well.

He looked gorgeous, broken down in a way that Patrick had never really seen him. Immediately, he decided the only thing he cared about was watching Andy get off. He'd never felt as determined as he did in that moment, hand stroking and fingers rubbing along his length in the way that Patrick knew he liked to feel on himself. He was so caught up in it, he wasn't even focused on Pete picking up his own movements again. Andy's breathing hitched and stalled, and Patrick knew he had to be getting close. Patrick twisted his hand a bit once he got close to the head and it was like something inside of Andy snapped. A breathy moan escaped him as he rutted into Patrick's hand, seeking the friction out as he came. It was weird, feeling someone else finishing in his hand, but he was captivated by the way it looked as Andy trembled through spurt after spurt.

Patrick was already shaking as he pulled his hand away from Andy, being careful not to make a mess as he moved his hand to Pete’s mouth as well. He didn’t even need to be asked, just followed along with the tradition. And it almost killed him when Pete began licking his hand. Dark eyes peered up at him, lined messily with black eyeliner that was long since smudged, holding steady eye contact as a warm tongue shot out to lick slow stripes over his hand. Pete’s hand was also still relentless on his cock, stroking him a bit slower now and he was glad he was because Patrick easily could’ve finished there if he had been going any faster. All too soon, Pete was done and pulling away from Patrick’s hand. He wanted Pete to keep sucking and licking against his skin, maybe even letting him slip his fingers into his mouth and sucking on them as greedily as he had been licking.

“Come on, baby. You’ve got one load left,” Joe murmured out, trying to make Pete continue jerking him off at the pace he held before. Pete grumbled back at him, complaining that his hand and wrist were beginning to hurt. Patrick suspected he was just tired after getting off. He was tempted to reach down and stroke himself instead, but he really wanted to get off in someone else’s hand like all the others got to. Pete tried to stroke him a little better, but the movements were still too light and too loose. It was obvious he was losing momentum and Patrick rocked into his hand, trying to remedy this and get himself closer to the edge. But Joe didn’t seem satisfied with Pete standing there while Patrick simply fucked into his hand, eyebrows furrowing a bit as he watched the scene unfolding in front of them. Pete caught onto this, stroking Patrick with renewed vigor.

"Wentz. Either make him bust in your hand and take it that way or get down and suck him off," Joe told him in the most nonchalant way Patrick had ever heard. But he didn't have time to focus on how unphased Joe sounded because those words and that hand sent him over the edge. Without thinking, he stuck a hand underneath the head of his cock and came into his own hand. Pete's wasn't going to catch even half of it. His mind felt short-circuited, seemingly moving on autopilot as he held his cupped hand up to Pete. "Go ahead, baby. Last one," Joe's words had turned into something softer and more forgiving, almost sweet. Pete leaned a moment later, licking through the warm mess on Patrick's hand. Between his legs, Patrick felt his own cock twitching and threatening to harden again. Luckily, he didn't while Pete finished cleaning his hand off for him, swallowing dutifully.

"Good boy," Joe encouraged, stepping closer to Pete. It was grounding to have them both so close and Patrick felt a strange sense of comfort in his friends, not allowing himself to freak out about this in the afterglow of getting off. "Don't worry. You can suck it out of him next time," Joe grinned against Pete's ear, pressing a kiss right behind it. Whatever submissiveness Pete found while he was caught up in messing around with them seemed to be lost immediately, elbowing Joe hard in the ribs. Joe doubled over with a wheeze, but Patrick noted he was still laughing as he did so. "Brat," Joe choked out in between fighting for breath and laughing. Looking over at Andy, Patrick shared an exasperated look with him and shook his head. Even after everything, Joe and Pete were still their idiots. Maybe things hadn't changed as much as Patrick thought they would.

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suulponk · 2 years

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Hai! I've decided to start a bandom writing blog!! :]

I'll write for any member of Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance and Cobra Starship! I do X Readers (any gender, but i prefer to write gn or male). I also do member x member. I do any genre!

When requesting specify the person, reader pronouns (if applicable), genre and any specific ideas you have! I will not do anything that could be deemed "proship" (incest, pedophilia, noncon/cnc, zoophilia [including furries]) and if you were going to request something along those lines please block me!

[THIS POST WILL BE ADDED TO! IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS FEEL FREE TO ASK]

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barringtonishigh · 8 months

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My fanfiction info~!

Whattup! I'm Barrett and i write fanfiction!

I currently write for:

Pete Wentz

Patrick Stump

Joe Trohman

Andy Hurley

William Beckett

Adam Siska

Mike Carden

Michael Guy Chislett

The Butcher

Ryan Ross

Jon Walker

Dallon Weekes

I will write:

Fluff!!

X readers/ocs!!

Angst

Romance

Platonic

Family

I WILL NOT write:

Smut

Ships

Basic dni stuff

Anything that makes me uncomfy :/

My requests are OPEN!!

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buildarocketboys · 1 year

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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.

#peterick #pete wentz #patrick stump #fob #fall out boy #bandom #smut fic #smut #my writing #sorry this scenario has been living in my mind rent free so I had to write this to get it out #except im not sorry at all - enjoy 😜

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so-much-for-stardust6 · 4 months

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Secret Love- Pete Wentz (Mr. Sandman)

summary: you’re a creation of dr. benzedrine so you’ve been locked up your whole life. after sneaking out one night and meeting mr. sandman, you two started a secret relationship. what happens when you get caught one night?

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warnings: none (at least i think)

a/n: this was requested by @xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx so thank you sm for the idea! mr. sandman is the fellow in black (aka pete wentz) and dr. benzedrine is the one in yellow (aka patrick stump). the requester mentioned y/n and mr. sandman’s relationship relating to jack and sally’s from nightmare before christmas and i rlly stuck with that 😭 this is a little different from my usual stuff but i honestly enjoyed writing it and i hope you guys enjoy reading it!

i sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor blankly. i hear the front door open and slam shut, signaling me that my fathers home. i stare at the door and see the shadow of his footsteps underneath it. a couple knocks echo in my room before he opens the door.

“hey honey, how was today?” he sauntered in, turning on the light.

my eyes flutter shut from the brightness but they slowly open once i get used to it.

“fine.” i reply back.

he sighs and goes to sit next to me. he was dressed up in his classic yellow suit meaning he was at work.

“how many times do i have to say i’m sorry..”

“sorry won’t cut it, father. it’s been 19 years since you created me and i haven’t been outside once! you lock me up in this hell hole and expect me to function like a normal child would!” i cry out in frustration.

“you watch your language! i’m keeping you in here for a reason, to protect you! people out there are ruthless, especially if they knew i created you, that you’re a product of dr. benzedrine! i know you are frustrated, honey, but you have to trust me..” he was standing up in front of me at this point.

i sat there as tears spilled down my cheeks, my hands fiddling with one another.

“please go away…” i weakly said.

“y/n..”

“please.” i say a bit louder.

he sighs once again and nods, turning around to leave. he leaves my light on as he shut the door, his footsteps echoing away. i angrily wipe my tears and walk up to my window. i stare outside to the field that surrounded our house. an idea popped into my head and i quickly walked over to my phone, dialing his number. it rang a bit before his voice spoke out.

“hello?”

“come over tonight..please.”

“is everything okay?”

“yes just-just meet me at our spot.”

“alright, see you soon.”

i hang up and start getting ready. i throw on this handmade black dress my father made along with some black boots he bought. i quickly tiptoe towards my door and slowly open it. i see the tv on in the living room followed by loud snoring. he was asleep. i walk back in my room and lock the door before going towards my window. i open it and slowly climb out, careful not to make any noise. i don’t shut it all the way so i’d be able to climb back in later. i climb down from the roof, careful not to fall. once i get down to the ground, i book it to our spot.

i make it there after running for a bit and i notice he wasn’t there yet. i sit down on the bench to catch my breath and stare at the water. the moonlight shined on the dark water, illuminating light to its surroundings.

“my love.” i hear his voice call out.

i turn around and instantly smile once i see my boyfriend, mr. sandman.

“oh you made it!”

“of course i did, i wouldn’t miss seeing you.” he walks up to me and hugs me.

his body heat warms me up causing me to shiver slightly.

“you look so beautiful like always.” he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“you sure nothing happened tonight? you sounded a bit fragile on the phone, love.” he strokes my cheek.

i look down from his gaze, preparing myself to spill my heart out to him as always.

“my dad and i got into a fight. i told him that i’m old enough to go out and that i can’t handle being locked up anymore, i-i can’t take it no more.” i sob out.

“you already know what i’m going to say, love, he-“

“he’s doing it to protect me, i know. but i’m grown now, i don’t need to be protected.”

“unfortunately you do, he’s protecting you for a reason. and now that i’m in your life, so am i.”

“how many times do i say i love you? cause it never seems enough.” i lean my head onto his chest.

he places his hand on my head and holds me close, letting me hear his heartbeat. mr. sandman was a dear friend of my father’s but i never knew of him until the night i first snuck out.

~flashback~

it’s been a month since i turned 18 and i had the high expectation that my father would let me explore the world finally. after many arguments about the topic, i finally had enough. i waited until it was well late into the night where he would definitely be asleep. i sneak out my window and clumsily climb down from my roof, missing the last step and falling to the ground. my hand gets covered in dirt and little rocks stuck to them, making my heart jump wondering if they were bugs. i brush them off and get up, looking around at the world. it was empty fields surrounding us, a small forest seen ahead.

i instantly make my way towards the said forest, not realizing that i would need a light of some sort. i try and navigate my way through the dark area with the minimal lighting i had. leaves crunched and sticks snapped as i walked, fear flowing through my veins. i told myself in my head to toughen up and that this is what i wanted. the many sounds from different animals make me jump left and right, giving me slight goosebumps. i heard more leaves and sticks crunch but not from me. i immediately stop and look around for the thing creating the noise.

“hello?” i hear a deep voice say.

i gasp out and slowly back away in fear.

“don’t be afraid, y/n.”

“how do you know my name?” my voice quivers.

the person steps out from the shadows and reveals themselves. it was a guy dressed in all black with black and white face paint on around his mouth.

“i’m a friend of your father’s. i’m mr. sandman.” he gives a warm smile.

“y-you know my dad? please don’t tell him i’m out here! he’d kill me!” i beg.

“don’t worry darling, i won’t. but you shouldn’t be out this dark, especially alone. here, let me take you somewhere safer.” he lends out a hand and i hesitantly take it. i keep telling myself that this wasn’t a mistake and that i should trust this guy. something gleaming bright snaps me out of my thoughts. he brought us to a river, the bright moon above shining brightly on top.

“this is beautiful..”

“would you like to sit down?”

i nod and walk over to the bench with him. the stars twinkle above us, my heart clenching at their beauty.

“you like the stars?” he asks.

“absolutely, i love staring at them from my window.”

i look away from the stars and make eye contact with the man.

“how do you know my father?”

“a long time friend, met when we were teenagers. you’re as beautiful as he says you are.”

“you barely even know me.”

“barely know you? darling, i’ve known you your whole life.”

the way he spoke made my stomach erupt with butterflies.

“can you show me more of this world?” hopeful he would say yes.

“no can do, you should be heading home to your father now.” he stands up.

the hope i had was now shattered but i did agree i’d rather be returning home.

“take me back? it’s a bit scary out there.” i sheepishly admit.

“of course, love.”

he accompanied me on the journey back home, chatting about the life i’ve learned to love. he warned me about strangers and told me to never mention that i’m a creation of dr. benzedrine. we made it back home just before the sun came up, birds starting to wake up and chirp.

“here you are now. sleep well, dear.” he smiles before turning around to leave.

“wait!” i call out for him.

he turns around and looks at me confused.

“how will i be in contact with you again?”

my words make him smile, a small chuckle erupting from his chest. he pulls out a pen of some sort (later figuring out it was for makeup) and grabs a leaf from the ground. he scribbles something on it before handing it to me.

“call when you know your father won’t listen.”

and with that, he left. i look down at the leaf and saw he had written his number. my heart jumps from happiness but it soon ended once i realize i don’t have a phone. that’s why in the morning i begged my father to buy me one and lied saying it was for me to call him in case of emergencies.

~flashback over~

“mr. sandman?! y/n?! what on earth is going on?!” i hear my father shout.

we pull away from each other and stare at my father (who’s stomping towards us) with white faces.

“dr. benzedrine, i-i can explain..” mr. sandman starts but was immediately cut off.

“what do you think you’re doing with my daughter?! especially outside like this! you know exactly how dangerous it is for her to be out!”

my father was up close to mr. sandman’s face, screaming at him as he poked his chest with his finger.

“father stop it!” i scream out.

“you stay out of this! you are grounded once we get home! no phone, no books, no music, no nothing! you’ll see now how it would be if you were really locked away!” his face was red with anger.

“you don’t understand me at all!” i had tears streaming down my face.

“just because i’m something you created doesn’t mean i’m forever yours to keep! you have to realize that i’m getting older and you need to let go! i love mr. sandman and i mean it! he’s shown me so much of this world, more than you ever have!“

my father just stares at me, taking in everything i’ve just said.

“you love him?”

“yes, i do.”

“do you love her back?”

mr. sandman gulps once the attention is back on him.

“with all my heart. y/n, you must take my heart because it’s already full of you. being with you all these nights had made me realize that i’d want to stick by your side, staring at the stars as we sit together. now and forever.”

“oh, mr. sandman!” i cry out, running to engulf him in a hug.

my father stares at the scene unfolding in front of him, his stomach turning with guilt once he realizes his mistakes.

“y/n you’re right. i’ve been such a terrible father, keeping you locked up tight and preventing you from seeing the world. if you do truly love mr. sandman, then you both have my blessing to be together.”

“oh father, you raised me as right as you could. you gave me life and i’m grateful. i understand that you’re trying to protect me from the things you’ve seen out in the world, but you can’t protect me forever. i love you.” i leave the hug with mr. sandman and go to hug my father.

“i love you too, honey.” he kisses the top of my head.

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f0blove · 6 years

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My Brothers Best Friend (Andy Hurley)

Based of the Request: Hi can you do an imagine where the reader is joes younger sister and has a one night stand with Andy so smut first but then she finds out she's pregnant and they get together and all the fluff @writingourwildestemodreams

“What are you doing here?” Andy asks as soon as the door opens. “Wow I was expecting a little warmer of a welcome but okay” she says, pushing her way past Andy into the apartment.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that” Andy says with a sigh, rubbing his forehead. “I meant that you shouldn’t be here” “Why not? I come here all the time”

“Come on (y/n), that was before…” “Before what?” (y/n) says angrily, “before we made out and then you left me alone in the middle of a parking lot?”

“Yes, before that” Andy says meekly. “That’s it? No apology or explanation? Not even gonna try?”

“I told you (y/n), we can’t do this. You’re Joes little sister I can’t” “ so what?” (Y/n) spits out, “that doesn’t make me any less of a person does it?”

“Of course not! But…” “But what?” She demands, putting her hands on her hips expectantly.

“But I can’t see you as anything but the kid that grew up with us, and how much Joe would kill me if he knew I ever touched you let alone did other stuff” Andy explains, Sounding defeated.

“So all you can see me as is his little sister?” Y/n asks quietly. “Yes, y/n I’m sorry, I wish… I wish it was different” “It can be different” (y/n) says slowly, an idea growing in her mind. “What do you mean?” Andy asks, confused as y/n’s face changes from a frown to a smile.“You just have to see me as something else” she says lowly.

“I don’t understand” “You have to see me in a different way” she says walking slowly closer to him with a smile “I don’t get what yo-“ Andy stops mid sentence as (y/n) reaches up and undoes a button on her shirt, and then another, and then another. “(Y/n) stop, what are you doing?” Andy stutters, actively trying to avoid the skin that was now exposed on her chest.

“I’m not some little kid anymore, I’m a woman, Andy” (y/n) says with a suggestive smile, “you just have to see that”(Y/n) unbuttons a few more buttons slowly, and then the loose shirt falls from her shoulders and hits the floor. Andy looks pointedly at the wall to his left, but it’s hard to avoid the sound of her zipper being pulled down.

“Come On baby don’t you wanna see me? Just for a second?” (Y/n) asks, desperately not trying to sound desperate or stupid.“I can’t (y/n), please stop” Andy says, as her pants fall and hit the floor.

“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do Andy, I just want you to see me as a person, as a woman, not as your friends untouchable little sister.” (Y/n) says sincerely, her stomach sinking as he continues to look away.“I can’t” Andy repeats in a broken voice. “Andy please, I like you. I like you a lot, just look at me please” (y/n) begs, her voice cracking. Andy take a deep breath and lets it out, slowly turning to look at (y/n). He stops and stares, mind temporarily numbed at the way her black lace bra and panties cling to her. He sighs heavily, reaching forward and taking her hands.“(Y/n) you are insanely beautiful and out of this world sexy, but I just can’t”

“ Andy please,” Y/n says shakily, “ if you don’t like me Becuase of me, that’s okay I understand. But if you’re only holding back because of Joe than stop! Please!” Andy hesitates, unsure of what to do. He wants nothing more than to kiss every inch of (y/n)s body but still he holds back.

“Okay” (y/n) says, eyes glistening with the threat of tears, “I guess I’ll go” She turns, bending down quickly to pick up her clothes.

“Wait” Andy says as she moves to redress.

“What?” She asks, sounding defeated.

“I-“ Andy stutters, “I think-“ And then he stopped talking all together. In three quick strides he closed the distance between the two of them, pulling her into his arms and kissing her like his life depended on it. (Y/n) melts in his arms, hers going up to grab the back of his head and kiss back strongly.

They pull back, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry I just didn’t want-“ Andy rushes to explain. “I don’t care just kiss me” (y/n) cuts him off. And he does, kissing her strongly on the mouth, breaking away to continue down her neck, across her collar bone, down her shoulder. His hands graze her back and her sides, pulling her as close as possible.

(Y/n) groans and grabs his shoulders, breathing heavily and tilting her head back. Andy grabs her legs, pulling her up easily and wrapping her legs around him. He walks them out of the main room and into his bedroom, laying (y/n) on the bed as he continues to kiss her. She pulls his face back up to hers, kissing him strongly as she wraps her legs around him again, pulling him close and groaning and he rubs against her. Andy pulls her up and unhooks her bra, throwing it off the bed. “You are crazy sexy right now” he groans. “Prove it” (y/n) challenges. Andy smiles and kisses her neck again, cupping her breasts and softly rolling her nipples between his fingers as he continues to thrust against her. (Y/n moans, grabbing the sheet under her briefly. Andy groans at the sight, and leans back pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. (Y/n) runs her hands down his chest, feeling his stomach and sides, pulling at his back to try and get him even closer.

“Can the pants come off too?” She asks breathlessly. Andy let’s out a laugh, “they most definitely can” He moves back and off the bed, pulling His pants and boxers down and kicking them off his feet, watching as (y/n) does the same with her panties. She bites her lip as she looks up at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him back on top of her. “Please Andy I want you so bad” she moans as he thrusts up against her, Andy groans and kisses her fiercely, before lining himself up and pushing into her. They moan in unison and Andy moves faster, thrusting and kissing with all his energy. (Y/n) runs her hands over his shoulders and back, pulling away from the kiss to suck on his neck and kiss his ears. Andy begins letting out breathless little moans, and reaches one hand down, quickly rubbing her clit in circles, desperately trying to let her finish first.

She lets out a choking moan “I’m so close”

“Me too baby girl” Andy responds. (Y/n) gasps and lets go, pleasure rushing through her body and making her squirm, at the sight and feeling of it, Andy finishes too, and they collapse in a heap of desire and pleasure. “Oh my god” (y/n) gasps, “that was even better than I imagined.”

“Yeah, me too” Andy says, rolling off of her and laying on his back, catching his breath, “ you’re amazing” “You’re not bad yourself” (y/n) says wth a chuckle, rolling to cuddle up to the side of his chest. Andy smiles, pulling her close and resting his head on hers. “I guess we make a good team” he laughs.

“Yeah we do” y/n responds sleepily, eyes dropping as she begins to fall asleep.

Andy smiles, adjusting himself around her and closing his eyes as well.

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The next morning

“yo Andy, are you here?” Joes voice booms through the apartment and the door swingns open.

In the bedroom, Andy and (Y/n) jump out of bed.

“Shit” (y/n) says shocked, “What is he doing here?”

“Dammit I forgot he was coming today” Andy says frantically, “gimme one minute bro!” He yells out to joe. “Bad thing to forget” she says sarcastically

“Okay just stay here, wait until we leave, and then you can leave after that” “Seriously?”

“What?” Andy asks confused. “You want me to hide in your room until you guys leave and then sneak out?”

“Yeah…” (Y/n) looks at him in irritation. “Wow, Okay. Go ahead then.” “Are you mad?” He asks confused. “No of course not. We fucked and now you want me to hide so joe doesn’t know. This is just about the sex I get it” “(Y/n) that’s not what I me-“ “Andy hurry up! We need to be at the studio in ten!” “No youre right, this was a mistake. You should go” y/n says angrily, internally yelling at herself for thinking it was more than a one night type of thing. “(Y/n)” Andy says sadly, as Joe bangs on the door.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, pulling on his shirt and pants, “I’ll call you later”

“ don’t bother” (y/n) says bitterly, turning away from him. Andy between her and the door. When the doorknob starts to jiggle he mars a choice and leaves the room “Sorry I took so long man” he says to joe, slipping out and closing the door.

“No problem! Anything else you need to take care of or can we leave?” Andy looks at the door, “let’s go”

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1 month later - (y/n)’s apartment

“Okay okay this is fine” (y/n) says, talking to herself quietly as she walks into the bathroom. “I’m only a couple days late that’s no big deal”

She takes a deep breath, and begins opening the test “I’m taking a pregnancy test that I bought myself at a drugstore at 2 am, no big deal”

She takes the test, and immediately begins pacing in her tiny apartment bathroom. “It’s probably nothing, it’s probably nothing” she repeats for as long as she can wait.

Finally she stops, takes a deep breath and looks down at the test.

“Well shit” she says.

Andy’s apartment, early the next day.

“Am I a stalker if I call her again?” He wonders out loud.“How many times have you called her?” His friend asks.“Once to twice a day for the last month”“Does she ever answer?” “Nope, not once” Andy says“Yeah that usually means she doesn’t want to talk” he says with a laugh.“Yeah you’re probably right.” Andy agrees solemnly, “but I’ll try just one more time”His friend laughs but he takes out his phone anyway, calling (y/n). To his surprise, she answers in the third ring.

“Andy, I’m glad you called” She says sounding worn out, “Y-you are? That’s greats (y/n) I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks” “ I know Andy but I didn’t want to talk” she says “ you made me hide in the dark Because you couldn’t bear the thought of Joe knowing about us” “I know (y/n), I let you down and I know that was wrong I wanna just-“

“Listen it doesn’t matter right now. Are you free tonight? We need to talk” “Free, yes yes I am of course! Do you wanna come over at 6?”

“Sure, ill see ya then Andy” she said, and then hung up. Andy closed the phone grinning, “ I’m seeing her tonight” “I’m impressed man, didn’t expect that” his friend responded.

“Yeah, me neither”

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Later that night

“Hey (y/n) how are you?” Andy says, pulling open the door right after she knocks.

“I’m okay” she says with a small smile

“Listen I know we left off on a really bad foot but I’m really glad you came over tonight I’ve been wanting to talk to you every day since”

“Andy I-“ (y/n) sighs and rubs her temples, “I’m here Becuase I need to tell you something”

“Okay let me go first” Andy says.

“No I-“ she tries to interrupt.

“Please just listen” Andy begs,

“Okay” she says, sitting on the couch. Andy follows her and takes a deep breath before beginning to talk. “(Y/N) I know that I mistreated you. I treated you like some random one night stand that I didn’t want joe to know about Becuase I was embarrassed, but that’s not it. You’re more than that- we should be more than that. I was trying to be respectful of Joe because he’s my friend but (y/n), the truth is is that I’m in love with you. And I have been for years”

“You- you are?” (Y/n) says in disbelief.

“Yes yes I am, so so much and I tried to hide it but the truth is, I don’t care what Joe thinks. I love you and I want you with me, forever”

“You mean it?” Y/n asks with tears in her eyes.

“I really do” Andy says, grabbing her hands.

“Andy I- I love you too” (y/n) says with a grin.

Andy let’s out a breath of relief and pulls her close, softly kissing her lips.

“I promise to never hide you again. We can tell joe right now if you want, but maybe we should leave out the sex part”

(Y/n) let out a dry laugh, “we’re not gonna be able to hide that part for long”

“What? What do you mean?” Andy asks in confusion. “I came over here to tell you, um” she starts nervously “You can tell me anything” Andy says sweetly.

“Okay um, im actually,um” y/n stutters and then takes a deep slow breath. “Andy, I’m pregnant”

“What? Oh my god!” Andy says standing up.

“I’m sorry, I was between birth controls thats night and I was supposed to be safe but I guess I wasn’t and I didn’t think we needed a condom and-“

“Woah woah woah, slow down (y/n), you don’t need to apologize” Andy says, stroking her cheek lovingly.

“I don’t?” She asks

“No I’m not mad, I’m so so happy” “Really?” (Y/n) asks in disbelief.

“Of course I am! I have been your friend for years and I’ve finally realized that I’ve been loving you this whole time, and now I hear this? This is a dream come true!” “You’re serious?” She says with tears falling from her cheeks, grinning.

“I’ve always wanted a family and there is no one else in the world I would rather start one with than you” “I love you” she whispers in awe.

“I love you too (Y/N)”

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#fall out boy #fall out boy fluff #andyhurleyfluff #andy hurley smut #andy hurley #mania #fob fluff

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former-up-brendons-ass · 7 years

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when pete does The Tongue Thing while he’s playing bass reblog if you agree

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beebomeebo · 7 years

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The Lists for Masters :)

FALL OUT BOY

Pete Wentz

Princess (smut)

Patrick Stump

Rainpour (smut)

Andy Hurley

Daddy’s Home (smut)

Joe Trohman

Don’t Go (angst/fluff)

PANIC! AT THE DISCO

Brendon Urie

Steam (smut)

Numb (fluff)

Business Call (smut)

Don’t Ignore Me (smut)

TWENTY ONE PILOTS

Tyler Joseph

Nerves (smut)

Nerves pt. 2 (smut)

Nerves pt. 3 (angst/smut)

OTHER

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Secrets

SONG CHALLENGE

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release-the-mccracken · 1 year

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I know there's the inherent allure of lead singer x bass/guitar player. They desire each other carnally, they're drawn to one another. But drummers x any band member? They fuck NASTY.

#smut #nsft #idk dont ask #bandom rpf #bandom smut #bandom nsft #rpf #rpf smut #rpf nsft #lets hear it for the drummers!#tucker rule #andy hurley #bob bryar #branden steineckert #spencer smith #andy mrotek

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thepatricktreestump · 7 years

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So Close: Andy Hurley fanfiction

Y/N: Sorry for all the smut lately, like I said, I’ve got a heck ton of smut requests in the box!!! Just going in order and trying my best to crank them out for y’all! Also I’m sorry this took such a long time. I love you guys! xoxo

Anonymous said: Could you please write an Andy Hurley smut where he's feeling extremely insecure because no matter what he does because he can't get the reader to cum. So he goes out of his way to show the reader how good he really is ;), but some real fluffiness at the end with cuddles. Female reader please. Thank you! I love your blog.

*female reader smut

Cup of coffee on the table, dressed in comfy clothes, scrolling through the social media on your phone, your thoughts lingered elsewhere. It was a Friday morning, you had a day off work, and you planned on spending it lounging around the apartment, listening to some music from one of your favorite chill playlists, hopefully just relaxing and unwinding for the weekend. Your boyfriend Andy was out at the gym for the morning which meant you were left alone, enjoying a nice warm shower alone, making homemade coffee just the way you liked it, however unable to concentrate. Last night was the first night you and your boyfriend had sex together, and although it was amazing, it wasn’t quite the way you had both expected. After almost an hour of teasing and kisses and fingering and eating you out and then fucking you, he couldn’t get you to cum. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to. Hell, you were trying so hard, but for some reason you couldn’t. And the two of you, although pushing the fact aside and deciding to make out before falling asleep in each other’s arms, couldn’t quite seem to figure out who was to be held responsible. It wasn’t horrible, you loved every second of it, but you could tell he was somewhat disappointed, unsure whether it was in himself or you.

He opened up the door, probably home from his daily work out, and jolted you awake from your thoughts. “Hey babe,” you plastered on a smile. “How’d it go?”

“Great,” he grinned, walking over to you and giving you a hug.

“Ew you’re all gross and sweaty,” you joked.

“I can make you all gross and sweaty too,” he smirked. “If you’d like that.”

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Definitely,” he chuckled. “Come here, baby.”

“If you say so,” you grin, kissing him on the lips, watching as he dropped his sports bag on the floor to wrap his arms around your waist. His tongue slipped into your mouth, your hands sliding down his chest, subconsciously tracing the outline of his tattoos. His fingers crawled underneath your t-shirt, moving higher and higher, breaking the kiss to tug it up off your head before reconnecting your lips, his hands gravitating towards your breasts, slipping his hands under your bra and massaging them softly.

“Andy,” you moaned his name and he squeezed harder, his thumbs brushing across your nipples as your hands trailed down to the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down his legs and grazing your fingers over his crotch. He was growing hard already. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer to you, pressing his body against yours, and he tossed off your bra, pressing his hands against your back and sliding his tongue against yours. You tugged down his underwear and he slid off your panties and sweats in one swift motion, making you gasp. Noticing you were both naked now, he smirked, pulling away from the kiss and his lips curling into a smile.

“Are you hot and sweaty now?” he chuckled. “Come on, I think we could both use a shower.”

“More,” you begged, pulling his head back closer to yours for a kiss. “I want more.”

“I have to go to the studio soon baby,” he shook his head but you stared up at him with pleading eyes. “Well I guess we have some time, I mean…” You bit your lower lip and softened your expression, knowing he was going to give in right away. “You know what? Fuck it.” He kissed you again, this time with twice as much ferocity, picking you up and setting you on the couch underneath him, his erection brushing up against your stomach, only turning both of you on even more.

“Let me on top,” you whispered, and he nodded slowly, flipping over so you were laying on top of him, trailing kisses from his chest down lower until you placed your lips at his cock, licking from down to up, positioning your hands at his hips as you took him into your mouth, watching him start to shake underneath you as your tongue circled around his head.

“Dammit baby,” he groaned, slowly grabbing fistfuls of your hair and sinking deeper into your mouth, your tongue sliding up and down his shaft. “You’re so good.” You bobbed your head several times before pulling away, licking your lips and crawling back on top of him, taken by surprise when he started to flip you over again so you were on the bottom.

“Shit,” you mumbled, his mouth on your neck as he reached two fingers down to brush past your folds, sliding past your wetness and fingering you for a moment before drawing them out and sucking on them, closing his eyes.

“You’re so sweet and tight, baby,” he sighed. “And so fucking wet. I’d love to get inside you right now.”

“Then do it,” you urged. “I want to feel you.”

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want me to finger you nice and slow first?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you begged. “I need you inside me.”

“Say no more,” he smirked, pushing into you and watching as a moan escaped your mouth. “You like that, huh?”

“I fucking love it,” you responded, pulling him even deeper before he began to thrust into you at a slow pace, sighs and moans spilling from your mouth. “Oh fuck, Andy.”

“Come on baby,” he urged, starting to go quicker. “You going to cum for me?”

You nodded your head, trying to catch your breath as he thrust into you, and you tried to cum, you were close, but you couldn’t seem to do it. “Fuck,” you bit down on your lower lip, rolling your hips up to meet his every time, but still not able to quite get there.

“I’m almost there,” he panted out, still sliding in and out of you. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“I’m trying,” you barely whispered, cheeks reddening as he quickened his pace and came, making you gasp, but still unable to orgasm. After a couple more minutes of fucking you, he finally gave up, pulling out and closing his eyes. You swallowed uncomfortably as he wrapped you in his arms. You laid there in silence for a couple moments before Andy took a deep breath.

“Am I doing something wrong?” he murmured.

“What?” you softened your eyes. “No, no, baby, you’re not doing anything wrong.”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I just want to make you feel good.”

“You do,” you insisted, looking up at him. “I love you. I love everything about you, especially the sex. Okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “I just want to get you to orgasm.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured. “We’ll get there, it just takes time.”

“Okay,” he gave a defeated sigh. “Um, I think I’m going to go take a shower.”

“You want me to join?” you suggested, but he shook his head.

“I have to be at the studio in ten minutes,” he argued, unwrapping his arms from around you and getting up off the couch, scooping up his clothes and handing you yours. “It’s fine, it’s got to be quick.”

“Oh, okay,” you replied, staring at him for a moment before sliding on your underwear. “Uh, have fun.” When Andy left for the studio, you sat home and tried to think it over. What were you doing wrong? It wasn’t like you hadn’t been able to cum before. You closed your eyes, embarrassed at your failure, and let out a low sigh. Maybe you were right, it just took time.

And while it did take time, you had no idea how much time it would take. It seemed like no matter what happened, you couldn’t cum to save your life when having sex with Andy. He tried eating you out after coming home from the studio, fucking you again later that night, and even the next night, and then fingering you before a show… No matter what he did, it seemed like nothing worked. While you blamed yourself, he blamed himself. You tried your hardest and he was giving you plenty of chances, but you just couldn’t, and you didn’t know why. You even went as far as Googling ways to help you orgasm, and Andy even suggested maybe buying a vibrator or something, but you decided against it. You kept saying it just took time, that you’d get there eventually, but you started to doubt yourself. Maybe you just didn’t have the chemistry you thought you did with Andy. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy the sex you had with him, you fucking loved it. You just didn’t know how to finish. And you hated it. It made you embarrassed and guilty, and Andy couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault, no matter how many times you reassured him it wasn’t.

It was couple days later, a large handful of failed attempts come and go, when you were kissing Andy in bed. His shirt was off and so was yours, and you were ready, you had a feeling like this would be the time, that for sure you’d be able to orgasm, but as soon as his lips trailed down your neck, he pulled back, closing his eyes tight and then exhaling slowly, climbing up off of you. “D-did I do something wrong?” you stammered. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I just, um, I don’t know.”

“Andy-” you tried to grab his arm but he shrugged it off, sitting on his side of the bed and burying his face in his arms. “Baby, it’s not your fault. Come on, please. Let’s try again.”

“I don’t know,” he whispered.

“Is it me?” you dared to ask but he instantly shook his head.

“No, it’s not you,” he reassured. “It’s me.”

“That’s not true,” you argued but he just sighed. There were several moments of silence before he slid back underneath the blankets. You tried slipping your arms around his waist but he shook his head and you recoiled your hands, frowning at the way he didn’t want you to touch him. So you slept on your two separate sides of the bed, both of you guilt ridden and confused and exhausted, unable to sleep but not wanting to disturb the uncomfortable silence either, afraid you’d fuck things up even more than they already were.

The next morning you noticed Andy softly snoring beside you, and you decided to wrap your arms around him, kissing his back softly. “Good morning,” he chuckled, turning over and kissing you on the lips. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“It’s fine,” you answered. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I um, I’m going to go get some breakfast with Pete,” he explained. “I’ll be back in a couple hours. That okay?”

“Yeah, no problem,” you gave a light smile. “I’ll just take a shower and fix up a bowl of cereal. Maybe we can watch Game of Thrones when you come home. I know it’s your favorite.”

“That sounds great,” he nodded. “Don’t start without me.”

“I won’t,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a kiss on the cheek before he rolled out of bed and you closed your eyes, going back to sleep. When you woke up, it was to your phone going off. You yawned, lazily sitting up in bed and grabbing your phone, reading Andy’s name on the screen before picking up. “Hello?” There was nothing. “Hey.” A muffle of voices.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if that would work,” Andy’s distant voice was talking. He probably butt-dialed you. It happened occasionally, usually when his phone was in his pocket and he forgot to turn it off or something.

“Hey Andy,” you laughed, in an attempt to see whether or not he was just stalling. The muffle of voices continued and you shook your head, about to hang up, when something caught your ear.

“Maybe you just don’t fuck her good enough,” a voice suggested. You froze. Did you hear that right?

“Come on Pete,” Andy scoffed. “You know I do.” You swallowed uncomfortably before moving the phone closer to your ear.

“Yeah but I don’t know,” you could practically envision Pete shrugging before taking a sip of his coffee. “What if you’re doing something she doesn’t like?”

“Well I’m sure y/n would tell me,” he replied. “Uh, right?”

They were talking about you. Did Andy set this up? Is that why he and Pete were having breakfast this morning? So they could talk about his sex life? You groaned, almost wishing to hang up the phone, somewhat disappointed that Andy would even stoop down to this level. Then again, you’d probably do the exact same thing in his situation. Pete was practically a sex expert at this point, seeing how many girls he’s gone through in the past couple of months, and you did have to admit, something went wrong along the lines of your relationship with Andy. Maybe Pete had some good advice. You didn’t really know what to think. You reeled yourself back into the situation, deciding to listen in for a little while before hanging up. “Maybe you should try dirty talk,” Pete decided.

“We already do that,” Andy sighed.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t,” Pete chuckled.

“Well we communicate and stuff,” Andy argued. “Sexually.”

“Have you ever called her a slut?” Pete inquired.

“What? No!” Andy instantly retorted. “I would never!”

“I don’t know, some girls like it,” Pete insisted. “They think it’s hot.”

“But she’s not a slut,” Andy protested. You blushed at the thought of him even contemplating the idea. Andy was always so sweet and kind despite his intimidating physical appearance. But perhaps Pete was right. Andy was being too nice and slow in the bedroom, taking too much care, being a little over cautious. Maybe if he just let a little loose, got sort of rough, forgot about the whole gentle thing… I mean, you couldn’t even recall a time that Andy left a hickey on you or scratch marks.

“I know,” Pete groaned. “It’s just a thing I guess.”

You closed your eyes tight, almost unable to keep listening to them go back and forth. “Hey what time is it?” you heard Andy wonder, and you inhaled a sharp breath, knowing he was most likely taking his phone out of his pocket. “Oh shit.”

“Oh shit what?” Pete asked.

“I think I accidentally called y/n,” Andy hissed.

“What do you mean?” Pete laughed. “You fucking butt-dialed her?”

“I think so,” Andy gulped.

“Well put it to your ear! See if she’s listening!” Pete urged. Your heart raced just thinking of what was about to happen. “Uh, hello? Y/n?” You stayed silent. “You there?” No response. “Huh.” He hung up and you exhaled, a huge weight taken off your chest. Maybe he thought it was just a glitch or something. You decided to play it off if he ever asked.

You decided to clear your head, making yourself a bowl of cereal, watching the morning news, taking a warm shower, and then putting on some music, laying down on the couch and scrolling through some old photos on your phone. They were mostly just silly little selfies you took when you were bored, a couple adorable ones of Andy when he wasn’t looking, priceless snapshots of some dinner dates and vacations you had gone on with him, as well as the handful of pictures you managed to get when you went to his shows. That’s when the door swung open and you looked back, shutting off you phone. “Hey there,” you smiled. “How’d breakfast go with Pete?”

“Uh, it was okay,” he nodded nervously.

“Something bothering you?” you inquired, noticing he way his eyes shifted uncomfortably away from yours.

“Nothing,” he reassured.

“You want to watch some Game of Thrones?” you raised an eyebrow, hoping to help relieve the tension in the air.

“Yeah,” he nodded eagerly, relaxing his shoulders and putting a smile on his face. “That sounds great.”

Both of you ended up cuddling on the couch underneath a blanket, binge watching an entire season all day, only getting up to eat ice cream and sandwiches from the kitchen or to go use the bathroom. Occasionally you’d give each other a light kiss on the cheek or lips, or he’d tickle your side teasingly, or even play with your hair as both of your eyes were fixed on the screen. You were starting the next season when Andy’s lips found your neck, and you pretended not to notice, keeping your eyes focused on the screen. His tongue slid against your skin and you shivered, still trying to ignore him but his hands gripped your hips, and shifted you onto his lap, and you could feel the hard on underneath his shorts. “Andy,” you whispered his name in a low voice. “Come on, we’re watching the show.”

“Hmm?” he hummed against your skin, lips trailing down your neck, sucking hard and probably leaving marks. He had never done something like this before, and you could tell this entire persona was new, the whole dominant side, especially by the way he gripped your hips and began to rock his erection back and forth against your ass.

“Fuck,” you let out a moan as he dug his fingernails into your hips, tilting your head up to let it fall on his shoulder.

“You like that?” he mumbled.

“I love it,” you nodded, taking a deep breath before rearranging yourself on his lap so that you were facing him, and he smirked before you placed your lips on his. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, your core pressing down onto his erection with each rock of your hips, and he began to slide his hands up your back, breaking the kiss only a moment in order to toss it to the ground, then unhooking your bra as well.

“Lay down on the couch for me,” he instructed. You did as told and he stood up from the couch, undressing himself as you tossed the blanket aside and laid down, eyeing him and biting down on your lower lip before he got on top of you, kissing you again and leaving hickeys all over your neck and breasts and stomach, surprising you at his reckless pace and aggressive movements. You liked this new side of him. It was different. He violently tugged down your pants and then your panties, the rough actions making you gasp, and he gave a sly smile, eyes flickering up to you before his tongue slid past your folds, making you moan. He had never been this strong or wild when handling your body before. You loved it.

“I’m close,” you warned as you neared your climax, him still eating you out. “God, that feels so good. Shit.” You were about to orgasm when he pulled away, and you widened your eyes, watching as he chuckled softly.

“You really think I’d let you go that easy?” he wondered.

“I was so close,” you insisted. “Honest. For the first time I think I could’ve-”

“Oh I know,” he reassured. “But if you’re going to finally orgasm for me, it better be around my cock.”

“Fuck Andy,” you closed your eyes as he crawled on top of you again. “You’re so hot like this.”

“Look who’s talking,” he reminded and you blushed, watching as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed in and both of you let out a moan, and he began to thrust into you, going just as rough and reckless as he had been before. His hands were everywhere, tight grip of his hands, breathy noises spilling from between his lips, lust filled eyes connecting with yours. When you came, both of you moaned each other’s names, his orgasm following yours, and you both fought to catch your breath, resulting in two sweaty bodies tangled together underneath a blanket, clothes on the floor, the episode still playing in the background. “God, that was… fucking amazing.”

“Hell yeah it was,” you breathed, heart still racing.

“I guess that’s all it took, huh?” Andy laughed, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing tight before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Just a little bit of roughness and an episode of Game of Thrones,” you joked. “Perfect recipe for a female orgasm.”

“I guess,” he burst into chuckles. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered.

“I wasn’t um, I wasn’t too rough. Was I?” he asked, worried eyes looking into yours.

“Not at all,” you giggled, pressing your lips to his for a short kiss. “You could never do anything to hurt me. And even if you could, I know you’d never even think about it.”

“You up for another night like this sometime?” he offered.

“Absolutely,” you grinned. “Except, uh, I think we might have to restart the episode.”

“Yeah,” Andy laughed. “I don’t think I was a little distracted.”

“A little?” you raised your eyebrows teasingly.

“Come on, babe,” he rolled his eyes. “You know you always steal all my attention.”

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