#fob rpf

[pinoftastic]

i can’t draw but i had urges

[singleloserinyourarea]

Being sandwiched between Patrick and Pete while they take their frustrations with each other out on you

[clayslays]

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.)

[wifekeyblogz]

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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!?

SCRATCH THAT I PUBLISHED IT !!!! ITS OUT NOW

[ceylonsmooch]

lace and leather

do you think joe likes getting slapped around?

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

[puppyboywinger]

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.

and yes, patrick is anthony and pete is ian

[xlawliett]

For the ask game: 😍💘💞😘🐟

😍-You're such a little freak (affectionate)

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

[gretasalpeter]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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.