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⭐️ slowly drift across-waxponds⭐️ ⭐️ 19 ⭐️ ⭐️ hornyposting 24/7 ⭐️ ⭐️ the one true bottom pete blogger ⭐️

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welcome to my side blog where i hornypost about my special guy (pete wentz) and what kind of things i'd like to inflict upon him through my other special guy (patrick stump)

somewhat dd:dne — proceed with caution.

my ao3

as with my main: ⭐️ 19 ⭐️ they/them lesbian, i am a princess and also a little guy ⭐️ i don't really block all that often just don't be annoying ⭐️ anon asks/regular asks r always open ⭐️ i love u or maybe i don't

no dni, we're all weird freaks and i don't give a fuckkk.

i post about subbottom!pete. domtop!patrick. i'm also into dombottom!patrick specifically with travie mccoy but you'd never know by looking at my account. pstump is my control freak and i love him.

my mikeyway obsession is separate from my fob obsession. i don't like petekey. pwentz & mikeyway are both bottoms who, when put in a room together, will make out and dryhump but are literally unable to go any further. peterickey is vaguely annoying to me but not the worst in the world i suppose.

rpf with a heavy emphasis on fiction. i'm talking about the fictional versions of my band guys that live in my head.

profiction, proship, pro everything fucked up. it's fiction, it's not hurting anyone. fiction is inherently political—you're never 'just' writing porn. everything means something and our internal biases tint our fiction.

anti-waycesters, this is not the place for you. i probably won't be posting much about it (because i'm a falloutblog), but just know that i fuck w/ it and my wife fucks mikey way's rotting corpse.

#/pwentz, #/pstump, #/rtoro, #/mway are basically all the men i'm weird about #/fem for me dykeposting about my special guys #/intox, #/cnc, #/noncon, #/dubcon, #/underage for the obvious #/little bites for my excerpts from upcoming fics #⭐️speaks for asks #⭐️ for me yapping

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soulmate au to fill the void of being alone forever because maybe there really is no one out there

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pete & patrick getting an apartment together and it's patrick's first time living outside of his mom's place so he's thinking of every little thing (with a liiittle help from his mom of course). when he goes to ask pete if wants to keep his shit or get new stuff with patrick, pete's only response to his laundry list of items is i'm supposed to have a toilet plunger?

anyway pete has 6 boxes when they move in and 4 of them are filled with clothes and books and his one set of bedsheets. the other 2 are filled with the cleaning stuff his mom bought him when he moved into his apartment at 18 that he's never once opened. his porn mags and playboy posters get their own art box so they don't get wrinkled or folded.

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peterick reunion sex except they actually missed each other. the distance was for good. they didn't hate each other's guts all the time.

i have two pictures in my head of how reunion could've gone. it either could've gone the way of my fic with the contempt and annoyance all built up, or it's something a lot softer. they broke shit off because things were getting bad, but distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that, so there's a fairly high chance that they immediately forgot why they were apart in the first place.

seeing each other for the first time and falling all over each other like they hadn't seen each other in decades. ww2 soldier coming home to his wife levels of sentimentality.

kissing for way too long in the entryway to pete's new house. updating each other on things in between kisses like there's an end to the list, when there really isn't.

oh my cousin got married to that douchebag last year.

i finally got that guitar i've been looking at for years.

my mom got that promotion.

it's all minor little things that they have forever to catch each other up on, but it all feels imperative to exchange right now. they aren't even really processing it all, but it doesn't matter.

getting up to the bedroom and taking a million years to get each other undressed because they have all the time in the world. it's a silent promise that things will be different this time. they aren't going to burn through life like there's only a handful of it left.

they're doing it again, and this time they're dedicated to doing it right.

sappy sex where they're borderline saying i love yous. patrick keeps pressing his nose against the side of pete's neck like he's trying to get a scent off him. pete just keeps repeating his name like a prayer, like he still doesn't believe it's real but he's trying to make it true himself.

patrick just keeps repeating that pete's so fucking beautiful and stroking his cheek with the side of his thumb. pete's eyes are all wide and set on patrick's, blinking too infrequently. he says that's why he's tearing up, but it's definitely at least partially because he's so goddamn overwhelmed.

they're not as careful as they should be, but neither of them care. they'll deal with the consequences, if any, in the morning.

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listen, i know you've probably got a million and one amazing WIPs cooking, but i just wanted to let you know that i'm very much SEATED for any continuations of younger!patrick drugging/kidnapping older!pete and recording the gradual process of turning him into semi-willing sex slave. just, you know, wanted to put that out there. great stuff!

i do have a lot of wips cooking, this is true.

my biggest hurdle is just how OOC it would be. i reeeeally struggle with writing OOC fics because i need concrete reasons for why i make all the decisions i do when writing fic 🥲

i may do another silly little short thing on here, but i don't know if it'll ever turn into a full-fledged fic!

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this is a strange request i think but marty dressler and smfs pete gun play ok bye i like silk press pete im SORRAY

guys are you gonna kill me if i say the only pstump cameos i've ever seen are teen titans and that episode of house md... i really don't like hazbin hotel & i've never been a law & order girlie...

what i CAN do is gunplay. evil version of patrick stump alternate universe kidnaps pete wentz is like totally doable for me. hell, i can even do younger!patrick gunplay.

pete isn't very good at being careful. He assumes all the tennis made him too strong to get taken. muscle doesn't really help much when you're drugged by the cute twentysomething at the bar, though.

he wakes up in the guy's basement, tied up on the floor. the guy's got a fucking camcorder in his hand, too. filming every time pete squirms or fights. films cutting off his clothes until he's just in his boxers.

holding the gun to the center of his forehead and threatening to blow his brains out if he doesn't suck him off well enough. keeping a timer for how long he has to make him come. pete getting more and more desperate, and he can't really get a good angle on him so he keeps slipping out of pete's mouth, and pete's just sobbing. he doesn't realize the fear is what gets patrick off, more than the skill.

he keeps grabbing pete by the hair to pull him around, until he can't keep up walking on his knees and has to be dragged. holding him by the hair when he slaps him, but lovingly brushing it out when it gets too tangled to be good.

he's rough with his toys, but he's not negligent.

pushing him face-down into the cold concrete floor and fucking him with no prep, strapping a vibrator to him and fucking him until he comes, making him say he enjoys it on camera. threatening to send it to his girlfriend.

making him wobble around on all fours and bark like a dog, beg to have his face fucked, all with the looming presence of that stupid little revolver he keeps pointing around and that fucking camera in the corner. it's too goddamn outdated, too. pete hasn't seen anyone use something like it since the 90s.

patrick feeding him and sometimes slipping him a little something when he wants to get off without pete fighting back or struggling. getting him to come in his sleep and recording the way he whimpers before he comes.

waking him up and making him watch while he fucks him again, pointing out his favorite parts as he jerks him off in time with the recording.

keeping him for so long that pete starts to enjoy it, in a weird way. they fuck less than patrick just comes to feed him or sit with him. pete learns patrick's good at the piano and that he can sing. learns he's pretty young; that he likes pete's bands from when he was young.

pete feels kinda special about it for a minute. it's been a while since anyone's called him sexy to his face. patrick doesn't seem to give a fuck that he's forty-five and greying. he doesn't care that pete isn't as flexible as he used to be or that his abs aren't perfect or that his skin is kind of wrinkled in some places.

he agrees to ride patrick if he'll play the piano, if just to escape the monotony of shit. patrick plays something fun and pete fulfills his promise. curls up in the corner when patrick lets him sleep and feels dirty. feels like a whore for giving it up for live music.

patrick reassures him in the morning that it's all normal. that everyone gives it up at some point. pete is his favorite, anyway. he'll keep him forever if he can. it won't be like last time. pete never asks about last time.

if they ever find him alive, he's sure he'll be sad to see patrick go.

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18 y/o pete trying really really hard to seem cool and mature in social settings but stupid and young in bed. pretending to be okay with the way older guys talk about him because older guys are just like that and they like that he doesn't care. they also like when he pretends he doesn't know what he's doing, when he sucks them off a little too messily at first, when he pretends like he's doing everything for the first time.

he gets so used to the treatment that he's genuinely surprised when 23 y/o patrick doesn't like the whole 'naive & innocent' routine. patrick knows that pete knows what he's doing and he wants him to act like it. he just keeps telling him to stop playing dumb. you know how.

pete likes it, but he doesn't know why. he's not used to being treated like an adult when he fucks. he's learning what it means to enjoy sex and have any real agency in a sexual situation. being able to give up control instead of having it taken away from him.

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the face of a man who certainly intentionally gets really really sloppy drunk and hangs off his best friend hoping to get taken advantage of

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the people require more jealous possessive patrick

well i AM the people's princess sooo... i think i must.

he's very proprietary!!! that's his bass player you're talking about. you don't get to perceive him without permission.

patrick doesn't like being obvious about it, though, so he acts like he doesn't care. (he does. he cares a lot.) but that means when he does show that he cares, it's a pretty big deal.

usually it's when he's had a bit to drink. when he's watching pete from afar, making sure that he's behaving himself for the most part. patrick doesn't usually worry about the chicks so much because they don't usually like to make the first move.

sometimes, though, they take pete's light grinding and little smirks for a lot more than just meaningless flirting. they start getting ideas about going home with pete or getting his number or something. that's when patrick has to step in.

tonight it's a brunette. she's taller than pete, wearing an ugly bedazzled tanktop that shows off most of her bra and sits weird on her. patrick won't call her ugly to her face, but he's thinking it.

she's got her tits all up in his face. he's not really looking, and he doesn't really seem to be listening to her, either. he's drunk, patrick can tell, but he's pretty sure the chick can't.

pete.

pete's eyes dart to patrick in a second, widened and immediately thrilled to see him, as usual. he never really sees anything wrong with how chicks talk to him. it pisses patrick off.

the chick looks at patrick, a little annoyed, but mostly seeming caught out. doesn't know what to make of him, probably. he gets that a lot. chicks trying to figure out what business he has hanging out with pete or why he's so insistent on taking him away at the last second.

he doesn't really let pete get a word in edgewise before he's dragging him off by the back of the jeans. he doesn't even bother making up an excuse to the bewildered-looking chick.

what w'sat about? pete's pouting a little, though patrick suspects it's just to generate sympathy.

nothin'.

for a crowded bar, the guys' bathroom is pretty barren. the biggest stall is empty—along with the rest of them—and the place isn't completely disgusting. not that that would stop patrick (or pete, for that matter). they've fucked in far grosser places.

patrick pushes pete onto his knees. pete goes down without a fight, because he's good like that. he doesn't even try to undo patrick's belt any faster than patrick does himself.

pete opens his mouth when he needs to and takes patrick without complaint. patrick fucks his face until he's got eyeliner all down his cheeks. it's a multi-stall bathroom, so pete has to try not to be so goddamn loud when dudes come in. it only happens twice, and the guys don't even seem to think twice about what may-or-may-not be happening in the biggest stall.

just as pete seems to fall into it, patrick is pulling out. stand up.

pete gets up on uncertain feet and lets patrick bat him around until he's pressed cheek-first into the wall. patrick gets his pants down enough to press up into him. the spit provides some friction, and they'd fucked just before the show.

you know you're mine, pete.

pete nods vaguely, groaning and pressing back against him. yeah, yeah. yours.

they can't get you off like i do, baby. you know that. patrick fucks him however he wants. pete'll like it any way patrick gives it.

pete's suggestible like this. he just takes and takes and agrees and agrees. none of patrick's possessive babble is really penetrating, but it doesn't matter.

pete braces himself on the wall with one hand and finds patrick's hand on his hip with the other. he looks like he might be drooling, and his eyes have fallen shut like he has no control over it.

fuckfuckfuck, trick. his hand curls around patrick's and the hand on the wall grips at nothing.

tell me you're mine, pete. tell me how i make you feel.

sogood, pete whines, pulling patrick's arm around his waist to press in closer. sosogood. y're so good, patrick. love you. 'm yours. promise.

patrick takes pity on him, wraps a hand around his dick and jerks him off in time with his thrusts. pete comes way before patrick does, but he doesn't fight against patrick still fucking him.

patrick comes in him and pants against his neck as he grinds himself through it. pete's limp, back of his hand pressing against his cheeks to smear the eyeliner off his face.

love you, he repeats.

i love you too, baby.

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i know that he was joking in this clip but. hhhnnnnghh

he's so mean. he's so mean. everyone who says mean dom patrick stump isn't realistic. fuck you. he's so mean.

he gets mad at pete for touching the equipment without asking and usually that just means he gets kicked out of the studio for the day, but sometimes he's the only one left in the building so he basically has to keep pete with him or the janitor or security guards will just bring him back up. can't have a stray rockstar wandering down the halls because his boyfriend is sick of him. so he just uses whatever cords he has to tie pete down to a chair.

the first time he does it, it's a joke. they laugh about it and patrick leaves him there for, like, twenty minutes before pete gets bored and starts being annoying again. they giggle about it for weeks and patrick lightheartedly threatens to do it again.

the second time, it's because they were fucking fighting again and patrick doesn't have time to field a physical altercation in front of the several hundreds of thousands of dollars of equipment. pete doesn't laugh—too busy squirming and getting pissed off at him—but he does eventually relax. once patrick's left him there for long enough that he's realized he can't get out.

the third time is the charm, though. patrick's yelling at him, lecturing him about touching things when he doesn't even have fucking headphones on and criticizing every little fucking detail about the album. pete's all up in his business—in his face, really—and so he pushes pete down into the chair a couple feet away and grabs the nearest cord that's long enough—pete's, actually; labeled 'petey's thick quarter-inch'.

pete goes all pliant when patrick starts winding the cords around him and he looks up at him with a serene expression when he's done—slightly slack-jawed with slightly-cloudy, unfocused eyes—and patrick gets hard so quickly that he gets a headache. he hides it under the mixing board, but he can't really focus on the music anymore.

pete starts whining and squirming after, like, fifteen minutes and patrick turns around to find him hard and panting, trying to grind up into nothing. patrick kind of panics and unties him, but that obviously doesn't solve the issue of pete's hard-on.

he just ignores it, obviously, because he's not qualified to deal with that and fielding a sexuality crisis of his own isn't on his agenda for the day. pete seems disappointed, but he doesn't make any kind of move to do or say anything.

patrick has to find a new way to get pete to leave him alone.

(the next time he ties pete up with his own cord, it's definitely not in the interest of keeping him away.)

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hi im thinking about.. patrick having a really really intense liking for petes back dimples.. he likes to dig his thumbs into them when hes behind him, wether thats just standing behind him and touching on him or fucking him. he thinks theyre ssooo sexy.. is this anything..

I WAS JUST 🤤🤤🤤 TALKING ABOUT THIS EARLIER!!! 🤤🤤🤤 there's a criminally small number of images where you can see them 🥲

at first it's kind of a violence thing. like, he digs his thumbnails in until pete jerks away from his hands, spine contorting into that adorable little c to get away from him, usually with a shout of hey! or what the fuck?

he tells himself he just does it because it's funny. because it makes him twist up and squirm. it turns into a conditioned response. every time patrick walks behind him for any reason, his hand moves to his back to cover them up.

and then he and pete start fucking, and when patrick grabs his waist, his thumbs naturally find the little divots and dig in, sometimes enough to bruise. the first time he does it, pete makes this terribly desperate noise and buckles his hips forward into the bed.

holding on to them specifically doesn't actually do anything, but patrick always swears it gives him better leverage. it's a marked place where he can physically see where his hands have been, a place he knows is his.

he kisses them on his way down to pete's ass every time, runs his tongue along the center of the shallow indentation. he comes on them once or twice, watching how it pools up more.

when he holds him by the waist to get behind him or move him or hold him in place, his thumbs set into the two dents. pete starts to kind of expect it, doesn't stop him with a hand or anything.

pete always knows who it is behind him based on where the thumbs land. not that many people are grabbing him by the waist like that anyway.

they get a little less prominent as pete ages, but they never go away.

post-hiatus, pete feels patrick's thumbs in them again for the first time and almost starts sobbing. when patrick asks him what's wrong, he has to make up some stupid excuse that patrick doesn't believe which dissolves into pete spilling his guts about the back thing.

smfs pete's gotten so used to it that he gets phantom sensations when he misses him sometimes. he gets disappointed every time patrick passes behind him while he's shirtless and doesn't stick his thumbs in his dimples.

for patrick, it's just kind of a ritual. something he does entirely unconsciously. he doesn't even register it anymore unless he's directly staring.

when their couples' therapist asks each of them what their favorite thing the other does to or for them is, pete says when you touch my back and suddenly patrick's a billion times more aware of it.

to be fair, pete does the same thing with running his fingers through the top of patrick's hair when he doesn't have his hat on. they're both allowed to have little habits!

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kind of embarrassing to scroll the peterick tag and watch my own fics pop up over and over again 😭

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creepy pstump who has manners around everyone but pete. no one ever believes pete when he says patrick is a little weirdo because in public, he seems like the normal one.

pete can't even count on two hands the amount of times he's woken up in the middle of the night to patrick rubbing his dick up against pete's thigh or pushing into him while he's half-asleep. or how he begged to fuck pete while he was high out of his fucking mind or on his ambien, falling half-asleep while patrick came in him. he also says his favorite is when pete hasn't slept in a couple days because he can't fight back.

patrick projects 'sweet boy', but he's usually just pretending not to be a possessive freak. (pete is his property, obviously. just like he's pete's property. if pete gets to act like he doesn't get to have other hookups, pete doesn't get to fuck anyone else either.) his anger issues are in full swing, so he's not above starting a fight when a guy gets too close—even if the dude's definitely straight and definitely not trying anything—or calling a girl an ugly whore when she tries to get pete to go home with her. (pete doesn't get it, because they're not official or anything, but he knows if he doesn't let patrick think they're an exclusive thing, he doesn't get patrick at all.)

when patrick gets the inkling that pete wants to cheat on him—founded or unfounded—he goes extra hard, marks him up more than he should so no chick'll want to touch him. pete's into the pain and hasn't completely caught up to his reason for it, because patrick doesn't really have a set pattern for when he does it.

he and pete beat each other up all the time because patrick likes the feeling of overpowering him. he likes how it feels when pete struggles but he can't get away, and he doesn't have the guilt of feeling like he's hurting him because pete always gets off on it too.

pete is a commitmentphobe, but patrick makes him want to stay faithful, if just because their band is totally fucked if something happens. (he just doesn't want to admit that he's actually really in love with patrick. that seems like too much honesty for him, thank you very much.) he kinda slowly stops flirting with people and it happens so slowly that no one but patrick really notices. he fucks pete extra nice as a reward.

patrick likes to sneak into his room in the middle of the night to fuck him awake, with a hand cupped over his mouth so no one catches them. sometimes he doesn't even fuck him awake and just comes on the insides of his thighs so he can find it when he wakes up an know patrick violated him.

on the road, patrick humps his ass when the four of them are sharing one hotel room and pete hasn't fallen asleep yet, and then makes pete jerk himself off if he wants a chance to get off at all. whispers in his ear how fucking disgusting he is for jerking off in front of his friends like he hadn't just been grinding on him.

he's damn lucky he's dating pete wentz and not someone with normal boundaries who likes him a normal amount.

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new reverse age gap in the works. it's also. relevant to my last post. faithful to the five-year difference, seventeen-year-old pwentz wants twenty-two-year-old patrick's attention so bad. he wants to be loved so badly he'll do anything for him.

everyone else only likes him for his body, so he figures he knows just the thing to get patrick's attention. unfortunately for him, patrick's a marginally-better person than that. only marginally, though.

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pete wentz nipple piercings i will never stop thinking about u