hi hi!!! it’s me again from earlier (the bilvy ask)
i literally loveee your blog so much i’m like obsessed
just thinking about ryan who pretends to be all high and mighty and too good for anyone when in reality, pete fucks him into a whimpery mess all the time… and pete sees him being all pretentious at some party and so he drags ryan into a bathroom and has his way with him… 🤤🤤
(if you’re taking anons, i’m not really sure if you are, can i be the 🫧 anon?? :3)
HIIIII i love you did u know that
ryan is suchhhh a cunt, running around in his suit vests and quoting palahniuk. pete thinks its cute at first, when ryan is still all stupid and doe eyed. but as ryan gets a little older, a little more sure of himself, pete doesn't find it so endearing
“Pete signed us ‘cause we’re talented, I had barely even heard of him before he messaged me”
Pete stumbled over from across the party, following the sound of Ryan’s dull droning voice. That brat. Acting so high and mighty.
He spots him talking to some fans. They’re fawning for him, hanging onto his every word.
Ryan is clearly reveling in it.
Pete comes behind him right as he starts quoting some French poet, and wraps his arms around Ryan’s skinny waist. “Hey, puppy” he says, easily, pressing his lips to Ryan’s neck.
Ryan’s words die in his throat, he stutters and Pete giggles as the fans squeal.
ryan smells like fake vanilla and stale cigarettes. like a down on her luck stripper. "can you come with me for a minute, baby? i need some help. official work business of course, you understand."
ryan tries to remain cool, but all the confidence is gone now. "um..give me a sec, guys" he mumbles, blushing as pete grabes his sleeve and drags him to the nearest bathroom. he slams the door shut, locking it before pushing ryan down to his knees.
"pete-" ryan attempts, before his pretty face is being shoved into pete's clothed crotch.
"i heard what you said back there. you little liar"
ryan whines softly, looking up at him with wide puppy dog eyes. pete spits on him.
"did you think those girls know how you really got this job? it wasn't your sappy lyrics, was it, bitch? tell me why your here" pete can feel ryans wet hot breath on him. its making him so hard. he loosens his grip a little "speak, puppy."
ryan nuzzles his leg, whimpering "im just a fuck toy! im just a toy...i dont deserve this, pete. im a fucking fraud!"
pete coos, petting his hair "good boyyyy, such a good boy!" he tugs at his belt, freeing his half hard cock. "come have your treat, baby"
ryan gets to work fast, giving pete little kitten licks. he sucks the head of his cock into his mouth, making pete moan and tug on ryans hairspray drenched hair
"im gonna cum on your pretty face..make you wear it out there"
ryan tries to shake his head but pete ignores him, rutting into ryans mouth.
"im gonna make sure everyone knows exactly what you are, cunt. from now on."
