Summary: Helping your best friend Patrick out with a weird request.
Contains: Oral (Patrick receiving), fingering, inexperience, first times, weird gender stuff? Idk he wakes up with a pussy. Take This To Your Grave Era w/ fem reader.
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A/N: Thank you everyone for being so patient with my posting! This one is technically a request, just from my really freaky bandom centric sideblog instead. If you see another blog posting this it was probably me as well. (If you wanna follow just shoot me a dm!)
The hot summer air clung to Patrick as he woke up. Sweat was already dripping off of him onto his bed sheets. It made everything feel sticky in a way that having clothes on only made worse. He quickly threw off his shirt and made his way into the bathroom for a shower. If he didn’t do something to get this sweat off it was going to drive him crazy. The water already looked like a safe haven compared to his bed. It was nice and cool and everything he needed.
There was no reason this morning was any different from others. The sun was still shining. He was still exhausted from having spent too long checking and rechecking and checking again that everything on the record was perfect. The water from the shower ran down his back and body the same way it always had. The routine was exactly the same until he went to wash his dick.
He reached down and felt nothing. Patrick’s heart started racing. How could he not feel anything? He wasn't big by any means but he wasn’t that small. And it couldn’t have just disappeared! Except when he looked down there really was nothing there. Feeling around more, he finally found what was there instead. A pussy. It was strange, he didn't have a pussy yesterday. He’d had a dick his whole life up until this morning. Patrick tried to explore it more only to end up whimpering. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to it or because he was inexperienced or both, but he couldn't help the string of whimpers he let out just from touching himself a little.
There was no way he would be able to tell anyone about this. Especially not Pete. Pete would just make it worse through teasing or asking to see it. Maybe Joe or Andy? They wouldn’t tease him until they had some kind of grasp on the situation. But it's not like they'd know what to do. Would they even believe him? There was really only one person he could ask. You. Even if you didn’t believe him, you could at least help him learn how to take care of it given you had one yourself. Patrick got out of the shower and reluctantly called you.
As the phone rang he got more and more nervous. You never judged him for anything but this had to be crossing some kind of boundary. This wasn’t exactly your usual conversations over music or comics . You two had been friends for years but this still seemed like something he should discuss with another guy. Not his best friend who he may or may not think is really hot. He couldn’t tell if he wanted you to pick up the phone or just ignore it. But he knew you’d answer if he was calling. And you did.
“Hey Trick. You’re calling pretty early today,” you sounded tired, like you’d just woken up.
“Uh, yeah, sorry. I’m not bothering you or anything am I?”
“No, no. You’re good. Is everything okay?”
He took a deep breath and managed to nervously get out, “Yeah, um. Could you come over actually? I need your help with something.”
You yawned, “Yeah be there in 10.”
As soon as you hung up, Patrick scrambled to get dressed. He threw on the first clothes he could find alongside whatever hat was already closest to him. All he could think about was how to go about the conversation once you got there. It wasn’t as if he could just go, “Hey I have a pussy and so do you so what do I do?” He sighed. This was going to be hard.
-
When you got to his place you couldn't help but notice how nervous he looked. Patrick always looked a little nervous. It was part of his charm. Today he looked especially nervous. It clearly wasn't just the heat causing him to sweat. He was fidgeting with his hands as you walked in and made yourself comfortable on the couch. Despite him asking you over, all he could do was stare at you as he thought about how to explain things.
"So, uh, what did you need me to come over for? I thought you'd be hanging out with Joe or something," you asked.
Patrick shifted his weight between his feet. "It's um. You know what I can't believe I called you over for this it's stupid."
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it's not stupid. I promise I won't judge if it's embarrassing."
That helped ease his nerves a little. Enough to at least tell you what was going on. You could see the gears turning in his head as he figured out how to explain his situation. Whatever it was you were determined to help him out. It couldn't be that hard to help out.
"It's just… This is going to sound so fake. I promise I'm not making this up. I kinda… Okay I woke up this morning with a pussy and I don't know what to do about it. You're the only person I thought might know how to help."
He was right. That did sound fake. It sounded like something Pete would put him up to. Though he didn't play practical jokes like this often and the way he was bright red in the face made it seem like less of a joke though. If it was he would've been laughing or something by now.
"You woke up with a pussy? How?"
"I don't know how! I just need help with it. Please?"
You stared at him for a second. Patrick stared back. He was beet red at this point and still not backing out of what he had told you. When you got up off the couch, he let out the cutest little squeak of surprise. You'd always found him cute so you weren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not when you'd been thinking about it for so long.
After a beat of silence you finally spoke again, "So you need my help, uh, touching yourself?"
He looked away but still managed to nod in response.
"If I'm gonna help I need to see it, right?"
Patrick gave another small nod but made no effort to move. Your hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his trance enough to guide him over to where you had been sitting on the couch. His nerves were still overpowering any urge to move and help you out. It was just made worse as you sat and straddled his lap. His eyes went from your face, down your body, and up again to take in every inch of you that he could.
You cupped his cheek to get his attention, "I'm going to take it slow, okay? It'll help so that it doesn't hurt when I show you how to do things. Can I kiss you? Please?"
The boy in front of you looked like he was going to die from embarrassment. This was a moment that only happened in his dreams. Not in real life. When the words finally registered to him, he leaned forward to kiss you instead. It was so soft it was as if he'd never kissed anyone. It was so much different than anyone you'd kissed before. It felt genuine. Patrick's hands held onto the couch until you moved them to hold your body instead. Though he was still too nervous to really explore you.
Patience was never your strong suit. It was proving difficult not to throw Patrick's clothes off and see what kind of gorgeous pussy he had hiding under those layers. But you knew you had to be patient for him. So instead you lightly bit down on his lip. The gasp he let out was too precious. Your tongue slowly slid into his mouth and tangled with his. More little whimpers escaped from his parted lips.
When you pulled away, a small string of saliva connected your lips. His eyes were fixed on your fingers as you gently swiped it away. You didn't give him any time to take in the sight before you were kissing his neck. The goal of finding sensitive spots was easier than expected. Or maybe Patrick was just sensitive. Though it could've been both. Either way the second your lips were on his skin, he was whining and holding onto your shirt.
Your hands moved with his to take your shirt off. This entire situation had been unexpected so your bra wasn't the prettiest one in your closet. Yet Patrick still looked at it as if you were a model. One of his hands fiddled with your bra hooks but couldn't figure it out so you still ended up taking it off yourself. He just about drooled on the spot. Instead of pushing him off, you let him take a nipple in his mouth and start to lick.
"Mm, Trick is this your, fuck, first time seeing a girl's boobs?"
He stopped to look up at you, "Am I doing a bad job?"
"No! God no," your hand ran through his hair. "You're just so much more into me than most guys have been. Did you want to play with them a little more?"
In response he latched back onto your chest. He alternated between your nipples to make sure he was giving them equal attention. For a virgin he was surprisingly good with his tongue. You hoped that his skills with instruments meant he'd be good with his fingers too. You put that thought on the back burner for another time. At the very least you knew he'd be a quick learner. You only stopped Patrick once he tried to kiss down your body. This was about him after all.
His shirt was quickly on the floor of his living room. He had a bit of a tummy that was just adorable. One of your hands hovered over it before gently squeezing. The small whimper he let out was almost pathetic. If it wasn't obvious he'd never been touched it was now. You squeezed again just in hopes that you'd hear that cute little noise. Patrick's hands went up to cover his face, although thankfully you could still hear his little whimpers.
Once you'd had your fun, one of your hands went to the zipper of his jeans. Whether you had really believed him or not you were about to find out if he was telling the truth. Patrick lifted his hips to help you take his jeans off. On the front of his boxers was a little wet spot. You lightly touched it which made him let out an actual squeak of embarrassment. He was telling the truth. Instead of taking his boxers off right away, you sunk to your knees and kissed him over the thin fabric.
The smell of his pussy was overwhelming. You couldn't help moaning into his folds from that alone. His thighs were perfect for you to grip onto and spread. Your tongue ran along where he was getting wetter by the second. If you weren't holding his thighs in place they would've snapped around your head. Since you didn't want him cumming yet, you reluctantly pulled away. Only so that you could pull his boxers off, of course.
Patrick was soaked. If he hadn't just had his boxers on it likely would've been running down his thighs. Your tongue found its way to the slick as quickly as it could. He tasted as divine as he looked. His pussy was puffy and the cutest amount of bush. It wasn't a surprise to see the most perfect folds you'd ever seen upon opening him up either. You had to hold yourself back from doing too much too quick so that you didn't overwhelm the poor boy.
Above you, Patrick was finally unable to stop himself from moaning. One of his hands buried itself in your hair while the other held onto the couch for support. Wetness dripped down your chin the more you lapped at him. You moved his legs to wrap around your head so that you could reach deeper parts of him. The grip he had on your hair only tightened as he pulled you closer.
You could tell you made him start to feel really good because he started to grind against your face. He let out a string of curses that were hard to understand but sounded something similar to "I'm close." So of course that meant pulling him against you and not stopping until you tasted his cum on your tongue. A high pitched moan let you know exactly when he reached his peak. His cum tasted just as good as his slick had moments before, just more potent.
His thighs held you there for a second before allowing you to pull away. When you did he got the sight of his cum all over your lips. Patrick forced himself to look away. It was embarrassing for him to see anyone, let alone you, between his legs. Now that he was coming down from his high he could finally think clearly again.
“Weren’t you supposed to be teaching me how to do this myself?” he mumbled.
You laughed softly, “Oh yeah. I guess I could actually do that. You sure you’re ready so soon?”
“Please. I don’t want to ask you over every time.”
“I wouldn’t mind though,” you looked up to meet his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do this, or at least get with you, for a while now.”
Patrick’s eyes went a little wide, “Really?”
“Really.”
He spread his legs again but still couldn’t meet your gaze, “Then I guess I wouldn't mind having you do it. I . But I’d still like to be a little self reliant.”
“As you wish,” you smiled.
Your thumb started to rub his swollen clit, “Feel good?” He nodded. “That’s your clit. Its entire purpose is making you feel good. So if you wanna play with it you can do what I’m doing. Or you could flick it, or whatever.”
The way his breath hitched told you that you were doing a good job. When your middle finger prodded at his entrance, his gaze snapped to you. You stopped and moved to instead lightly kiss at him instead.
"It'll be okay. I promise. I'm gonna take it nice and slow, okay?" With that you slowly slid your finger inside of him.
He was still tight but not as much as you'd expected. Though that was more because he had just come than anything else. You were worried about doing too much when he was so new to even having a pussy in the first place. It took a few minutes before you started to slide your finger in and out of him. The look on his face went from slightly confused back to a blushing mess as it started to feel better.
Slick coated your fingers enough to slip your ring finger in to join your middle. Patrick winced which immediately got you to stop. You had been giving a big talk about doing this but you'd only ever fingered yourself, never someone else. Hurting Patrick was your biggest worry at the moment. You had almost pulled your fingers out but Patrick stopped you before you could.
"Wait," he reached out and grabbed your wrist. "I'm okay. Just, uh, new to this I guess."
He wasn't going to say anything else so you took that as sign enough to continue. The pace you kept was as slow and steady as it had been before. If Patrick even made the smallest indication he was uncomfortable you were prepared to stop and pamper him. What you got instead was him shifting his hips to grind against your hand. His grip on your wrist tightened as he tried to pull you closer.
Everything about the sight above you was divine. Patrick's head was back with his mouth held open with a silent moan. His legs were spread wide so that you could see exactly how your fingers stretched him out. The wetness coating his thighs looked like it was framing it all. You were taking a million mental pictures so that you'd never forget this sight. A small whine from Patrick told you that you'd been stopped too long so you got back to work.
Your fingers curled inside of him. You had been trying to find his g spot to make sure he felt as good as possible. It didn't take a genius to know when you had found it though. Patrick told you that by arching his back and letting out a moan you swore only porn stars could make. You kept your slow pace as he finished before pulling them out slowly.
His eyes moved to focus on you as you licked his cum off of them. You could tell he was making sure to remember the sight just like you had with him. While he was still laying down, you quickly grabbed a washcloth from his cabinet (you'd stayed over enough times to know where everything is) and wet it down to clean him. Patrick squirmed as the damp cloth ran along his folds and got rid of the mess on his thighs.
As soon as you were done, he pulled you over to sit next to him. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. The fact that this was real and not some wet dream was still processing for both you and him. Patrick finally turned to face you once he was ready to talk.
"Thank you for… helping me. I really didn't know who else to call," he mumbled.
You gave him a soft smile, "I'm glad you did. I meant what I said earlier, you know. How I've wanted to do that for a while."
His blush came back, though not as heavy, "I thought you were just saying that."
"How could I? You're adorable Patrick. And I love hanging out with you and nerding out about whatever it is we end up talking about."
"I didn't even realize you felt the same way. Then I'm really glad I called you. I would've died of embarrassment if any of the guys found out."
You two laughed as the conversation shifted into talking about the guys and their new record and everything in between. You'd still have to help him navigate other things that came with having a pussy but that could wait. Talking to him was more important for now.
pairing: joe trohman (rpf) x gender neutral reader (second person, no y/n)
warnings: 18+. reader wears lingerie. dom! reader, sub! joe. handjob. pet names, mean & dirty talk, a tiny bit of slapping. masochism/degradation if you squint (p.s. I’m not fully sure this covers everything lmk if you think anything needs to be tagged)
w/c: 1,157
a/n: saw a video of a boudoir photographer showing off their latest lingerie haul. promptly watched a movie where a guy was slapping another guy (in a non-sexual way). had many thoughts…
He claims he’s not one for masochism (much less sadism), but sometimes he feels like he deserves it. He doesn’t deserve you, he thinks, so this is his atonement. You’re too good to him, so he needs some kind of punishment. But it doesn’t feel like punishment as the pain bleeds into pleasure, and he begins to relish in the wake of the harsh contact — plus, he likes when you get a little mean.
Calloused palms slide up your thighs, before hitching at the straps at your hips. He’s on his knees between yours, on the floor at the edge of the bed. Bright baby blues stare up at you, dimmed only by their heavy-lidded, lustful, and loving gaze. His stubble scratches slightly on your inner thigh as he closes in to nose at the thin material between him and where you burn with want.
“You look so good in this,” he rasps out. “So fuckin’ hot…”
The lingerie shifts against you as his fingers hook under another strap just above your hip.
“Yeah? You like it that much?”
He can’t help but let out a whine at your tone, cheek falling to rub at your exposed skin — not to say there’s much that’s not exposed.
“I do, I do,” his grip tightens on one side of your body while his other hand starts to wander.
He spreads your legs further apart with gentle touches, fingers sneaking closer to the apex of your thighs. A trail of hot kisses along the way only adds fuel to the fire. Fingertips sneak their way to the hem of the bottoms underneath your ass.
“Joe…” The way you drawl his name is a warning, he knows it.
He should be more patient. Emphasis on should. But when you look so stunning, your skin feels so soft, and the scent of you is so overwhelming? He can’t help himself. The jeans he has on are agonizingly restricting as he slips his fingers between your legs and under the thin material covering your heat. His covered cock grazes the cold zipper, sending a delicious shiver up his spine and eliciting a soft moan from his lips. His eyes are so trained on where his hands are that he doesn’t notice where yours have gone.
A harsh grab to the chin makes him retract slightly, now forced to meet your gaze helplessly. The daze he’d been in breaks for a moment as you ‘tsk’ at him condescendingly.
“You should know better, babyboy,” you chide as your fingers squeeze his jaw a little tighter for just a second. “I tell you when you get to touch me like that.”
His lips part, letting out another desperate noise with a slight pout on his face. “Fuck, I know, I’m sorry, I just need to feel you so bad, wanna know how you’d look soaking through this pretty set.”
A disapproving scowl paints itself onto your features. You let go of his chin and nudge him back with your knees, forcing him to sit back on the floor as you stand tall in front of him. He swallows nervously, legs splayed beneath you, watching you slowly and intentionally slip the thin underwear down your legs. You could almost swear he’d been in actual pain with the way his brows were knit, eyes dizzy with need, chest heaving and legs trembling.
You look him up and down, before motioning for him to take off his clothes.
“Yes,” he breathes out, rushing to throw off his shirt across the room and do the same with his jeans.
Joe’s jaw drops wordlessly as cock finally springs free from the underwear he practically shoves off of his legs. He’d been leaking pre-cum and it made the pretty pink tip shine in what little light was still left in the room. You finally pull the lingerie bottoms from where they’d pooled at your feet and hold them by your side.
“What did you say you wanted to see, again?”
He sheepishly averts his gaze for a moment, voice quiet. “Wanted to… wanted to see you wet.”
A sudden smack echoes through the bedroom.
It wasn’t as hard as it could have been, but it was hard enough for Joe to let out a ragged moan and bring a hand up to his now-pink cheek. The lingering sting only makes his dick feel even harder. Your legs are spread, feet planted outside of his thighs as you slowly bend down, hovering just above his lap.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“I wanted to see your lingerie soaked,” he admits once more, desperation cracking his voice. “Please, you look so pretty in it.”
“Couldn’t even wait for me to tell you what I wanted, like a good boy,” you sigh. “How disappointing.”
Joe lets out a sharp gasp that fades into a long, low moan, when he feels you start to stroke him. Your thumb grazes over his slit and he actually cries out, your fingers spreading his wetness over his skin. He cranes his neck forward and rests his forehead on your shoulder, his whines reverberating through your chest now, too.
“My pretty boy, so desperate for me, it’s cute,” you hum, continuing to jerk him off.
He lets out little puffs of breath that you can feel on your skin through the top you have on. “Thank you, fffuck…”
Your hand glides along his length for a few more seconds, before you add something new to the mix. Joe feels the material of your lingerie bottoms catch on his tip. He tilts his head so he can see it, having to bite down on his lip hard to stifle noises that would alarm the neighbors (hell, even people in the next town over). The soft fabric creates a new kind of friction, slightly dampened by his oozing slit, that nearly makes his hips involuntarily buck up into your hand.
“Oh, that feels so good, don’t stop,” Joe whines, writhing against you. “Can I move, please? Please let me move.”
You pull your hand away suddenly, making him groan. “I have a feeling you’ll cum quick if you start to move.”
“Mmmm, please, I don’t care, I want to cum all over your hand like a good boy.”
Oh, this boy is whipped.
“So greedy…” you whisper. “You want me to make my lingerie wet and you want to cum in my hand?”
He stifles another moan, looking at you desperately while nodding.
You pretend to think for a moment, before leaning in close and pressing your lips on his flushed cheek and lips softly. “What about a compromise?”
His brows furrow once more, a slight sense of confusion and horny excitement blending together.
“You’ll see these panties soaked through, baby – I just won’t be the one making them wet. Open up so I can put ‘em in your mouth while I make you whine for me with your cock in my hand.”
this was originally just supposed to be a few-paragraph drabble but I quickly spiralled into whatever this is… also I tried being as gender neutral about this as I could (anyone can wear lingerie and want to dom joe!) but pls pls pls let me know if you have any suggestions or critiques!! a big part of this blog is me practicing writing more nsfw content so feedback on that part is greatly appreciated as well. this is probably the most graphic/in-depth nsfw thing I’ve ever written, having written a lot of non-nsfw fanfic and read a lot of smut but not posted any of my own until now. thank you lovelies and feel free to send me fob asks for more drabbles xoxo
petekey AU!s I might write but feel free to write if u wanna (please tag me if you do):
- middle aged man yaoi tennis rec center meet-cute
- sandkobra but Mr. Sandman can see into peoples dreams (transmasc Kobra) (with background tgirl Party x tboy Ghoul)
- high school summer break (the summer b4 college), comic book store (Gerard is his coworker) employee Pete x Record store employee Mikey. Flash forwards like twenty years later and now they’re married and run a record store/alt boutique
- Modern royalty (like the kingdoms are accepting of queer shit) Crown Prince Pete x (Second son bc Gerard) Prince Mikey (Mikey is transmasc)
- college dnd club AU (Gerard is the DM) (Pete is transmasc) Just general Bandom shenanigans with some side gabilliam and rayrard
- Modern AU (like 2026 I guess) high school teacher AU Mikey teaches band and Pete teaches AP literature (their students ship them)
- (this one is extremely specific so bear with me) so Pete is the son of a noble and he has this crystal necklace, it’s a family heirloom and it is said to protect the wearer from danger. Pete doesn’t believe this myth, but it’s true. Inside the pendant is the soul of a brave knight (Mikey), which has been trapped in that necklace for 500 years. One day Pete’s father gets mad at him and breaks his necklace, claiming it was “not for the men in this family” (The pendant was given to him by his mother, who died when he was young, and since he had no sisters, it was given to him), and then Mikey comes of of the broken shards of crystal.
- high school band INOK Saxophone player Pete x Viola player Mikey (background Illiray bc OBVIOUSLY)
- Service dog trainer Mikey x Service dog owner Pete (Pete has a fainting disorder) (the dog is a golden retriever dachshund mix because I SAID SO.)
ok fall out boy fans, important question so i’m gonna need you to listen up. so if i wrote some headcanons for joe trohman will anyone be interested?? im probs gonna do it anyway i just wanted to test the waters. i never see anyone writing for him and andy and they’re both so mouthwatering it’s a crime how little people mention them.. what do we think fellow tumblr havers!?
Can I know your thoughts on Ian/Anthony and Pete/Patrick?
you WILL be regretting this /silly
so smosh and fall out boy are different in many ways (obviously), one of the main ones being that it didn’t start with Just two guys. (well, fall out boy did, but not Those two guys) smosh, at its core, started with ian and anthony making silly videos together in anthony’s bedroom. ian and anthony ARE smosh. and though it didn’t start off that way, id argue it’s pretty clear that pete and patrick ARE fall out boy in the exact same way. twin skeletons. halfdoomed, semi-sweet. cryptophasia, look it up. it is such a special thing to have someone you love and care about so much in a way that no one really Gets. because it’s not for them, it’s for you. rpf gayness aside (which, let me be clear, i mean all of this in an extremely gay way) it’s just a very special bond connecting them that reminds me of the other. and this is all very surface level stuff, i could point to peterick lyrics that remind me of ianthony all day. and don’t even get me STARTED on patrick leaving to do soul punk and anthony leaving to start his channel. twin flames.
hehehe tyyy, this is where i let ppl see my freakiness… and also overshare probably way too much on here… and that’s fine! me and all my moots are all freaky
💘-We match eachother's freak too well
yes they’re literally the pete to my patrick guys, meant to be (in the freakiest rpf way ofc bc that’s the best way)
💞-l'd let you do whatever you want to me
i- omg! omg. blushes. i’ll be taking full advantage of this… get over here…
😘-Covering your face with kisses
hehehehehehehh grins and kisses you back
🐟-Taking you on an aquarium date
oh my god please this would be so cute. you can watch me look at the fish and you could tell me beautiful poetic metaphors, something deep about being in captivity, while i point at the fish that look like they’re a couple and say which one’s pete and which one’s patrick with a blush while i don’t let go of ur hand
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Mature, Ryan Ross/Pete Wentz, 6378 words
If you asked anyone who knew him, they’d probably tell you with half a smile that Ryan Ross can see the future.
If you asked Ryan Ross though, he’d look at you unblinkingly through softly styled, slightly too long bangs, and ask you how much you’re willing to pay.
or; a fic about clairvoyant abilities, your life not going the way you thought it would, fate, and also none of those things at all.
