Web Wentz 🦇

he/him 25 DD;DNE | MDNI really gross and abnormal about pete wentz

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short intro ill fix this up at some point

uhh you can call me Web, he/him, it/its if youre cool like that, im 25

im a pw enthusiast if you couldnt tell by. my entire profile. im really really weird and not normal about him drool emoji

also big fan of patrick. and sometimes frankie too

im gross and weird like intense dddne paraphile type shit so if you dont fw that theres a big button labelled “BLOCK” it was made just for you 🖤🖤🖤

MDNI, if your profile doesnt have an age i dont really care, but if its specified that youre underage youre getting the bbb <- big block button

petekey is bs peterick is real

i might write but im kinda shit at it so im mostly just a lurker in this funny little weird corner of the fob fandom

yeah man idk what else people are supposed to put on here. hi hello this is me okay bye

Xxoo

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joe curled up in his cage with all his blankets oh ymgodx

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your jotro dog cage posts are bringing my jete puppyplay fixation back outta me

a bit ago this was like all id talk about for a solid few weeks im about to get insufferable again

this is where im at. its all ive been thinking about for the last three weeks. it wont go away. when does it go away.

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i fear youre stuck here for a while. you could say youre trapped. in a cage

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sweat🤤

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"come back if you have a specific req"

ohhh WAITERRR!!! how do you feel about tgirl pete and roleplaying!! patricks awkward ass trying to play along while pete's going all in with like bunny ears or some shit

idk if i made any sense !! sorry im literally in class hehe

i love anything tgirlwentz she's my babygirl and i like it when she fucks nastystyle. i am a firm believer that pstump is only awkward about roleplay when he thinks pete is joking.

everyone look at my beautiful princess. isn't she wonderful. the middle one especially UGHHH. look at her. my beautiful angel who can do no wrong in my eyes.

this is probably situated around 2024—pre-bottom surgery, one-ish year on e, fresh off the u.s. leg of 2ourdust. babygirl is home and she is HORNY.

they're at home one day—drinking wine and watching eighties movies—when pete gets up out of nowhere. she disappears for a bit and comes back to patrick with a fluffy tail, bunny ears, white lingerie, and a dream. patrick thinks she's joking. she is not.

she has the good sense to ask before she just outright does it. she's giving patrick her puppy eyes and a little pout, holding the stuff out like she wants patrick to wear it.

baby, what is this?

i wanna wear something pretty for you.

patrick looks at her a little like she's crazy. but she's just pouting and blinking all innocently, hands still clutching the silk.

okay, patrick says, even though he's still half-convinced this is some kind of joke or prank or something.

she actually looks really good in it, as it turns out. patrick figures that out when she comes into the bedroom, all dressed up and looking thrilled about it. if patrick ignores the massive bunny ears on her head, she looks kind of normal.

the bunny ears aren't the upright ones, either. they're weirdly nice quality and sit floppily against the sides of her head. they almost match the whitest sections of her highlights, too.

i've always thought i'd make a good pet bunny. she flops down onto the bed and crosses her legs, which does nothing to hide the way she's obviously excited. i do, don'tcha think?

you're a pet bunny? patrick gives her a once-over. you know i don't let animals up on the bed.

she blinks owlishly and doesn't move for a few seconds. not until patrick sighs all overly-theatrical and pulls her down to the floor. her little pillow is still tucked under the bed. she pulls it out the second her knees hit the ground. it's got the frills and ruffles she insisted upon in her quest to 'embrace her feminine energy'.

does bunny know how to do any tricks? patrick's mouth fumbles with it for a second—he's not even sure if that's a thing pet bunnies do—but he figures she's probably just as uninformed.

she nods shyly, like she hadn't been the one to come in in panties and a see-through lace bra. her mouth drops open and she leans into patrick's hip with her temple.

patrick can never deny pete anything, so he unzips his pants and lets her at what she so obviously wants. she takes it like she always does: well. she doesn't fight it or even really instinctually resist. her body just lets it happen.

after being coaxed to the right place, she does the rest all on her own. she keeps her sparkling eyes trained up on patrick's, bobbing her head up and down and smirking up at patrick when he groans. she's cocky about her blowjob skills—something patrick is very familiar with by now.

it doesn't take long before her pretty little cock is pushing against the fabric of her panties and she's all trembly. even though she's just sucking dick, folded up on her pillow on the floor. she's dutifully looking up, and patrick gets a good visual of the drool leaking out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

she ends up grinding down on patrick's foot, humping it like an animal, patrick's dick still far enough back to make her gag. she still looks damn pretty, eyelashes fluttering all helplessly, tears running down her cheeks.

almost there, bunny. c'mon, pretty girl. he's getting his endearments confused, but pete doesn't seem to care. she stays bobbing her head, fluffy little ears rocking with her.

her eyes roll back and shut and she tenses up, hips spasming like she's coming. and she is. patrick gets a good view of the way it soaks into the front of her panties when she leans back, eyes all hazy and blissed-out.

bad girl, i didn't tell you you could come. patrick tangles his hand into her hair and forces his cock back down her throat until she's coughing and spluttering around it. she makes a pitiful little whine, but otherwise doesn't fight it.

she's saying 'm sorry around patrick's dick—he can tell—and she's making up for it with the way she's still trying her very best. her tongue runs messily along the underside in that way she knows he likes.

such a good girl, huh? good bunny.

patrick comes down her throat while she's still coming down from her orgasm, eyes not entirely focused.

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hello i dyed my hair back to red because i immediately decided i fucking HATED the blue. i also cut my hair and fucked it up kinda bad but i always do that so i dont mind it

yay

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pete wentz please o h my god

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i wanna throw up on his dick so bad

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i want him to throw up on my dick SO bad

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i wanna throw up on his dick so bad

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thinking about the clip in release the bats where pete just. pisses on the bands clothes in the dryer.

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he looks like he would try some like sexy librarian rp w these glasses

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patrick/tboy!pete period sex or is that too odd

i don't believe in too odd. although i am a bad person to ask about Normal Periods because i have the demons that kill your uterus. so i will cosplay as someone who knows what a normal period is like today!

i do imagine he probably really officially starts t when he's like 18-19, so this is technically unfeasible given my previous iteration of him... so imagine it either Doesn't Work Like That or mayhaps that he's off it for whatever reason! creative liberties! create your own world! in your mind! #inyourmind.

takes place??? van days??? probably. probably between tttyg & fuct in terms of popularity/funds (separate hotel rooms baby 😛).

patrick doesn't ever say it, but he can tell when pete's on his period. he knows you're not supposed to say that or whatever, but he can tell. because pete always gets a little more mood-swing-y (which, for him, is a feat) and he—more prominently and usually the symptom patrick notices first—becomes fucking ravenous.

patrick knows he's in for this month's round when he wakes up to pete straddling him—having somehow moved him onto his back in the middle of the night—and grinding down on him.

they do this song and dance every month in various settings, usually brought on by living two doors down from each other. on tour, the access is a little more immediate.

y'know, you could just wake me up. like a normal person.

shut up. pete just keeps grinding down on him.

patrick's too groggy to do anything about it at first. he lays back and lets pete do as he pleases. this is a semi-regular occurrence by now—even when he's not on his period, and patrick just thanks the powers that be that pete didn't choose a day where they have to be up early in the morning.

when patrick actually reaches down to take his boxers off, pete's face screws up all weirdly. patrick's not sure what invisible boundary he's crossing—but he stops in his tracks.

what?

you're not worried 'bout getting all bloody?

patrick grimaces a little at the bluntness of it, but otherwise finds the prospect entirely inoffensive. he's already told pete several times that he sees no issue with eating him out on his period—and has made good on it—so he can't imagine fucking him during it would be much more crazy a concept. though he's readily willing to admit this may just be a pete-ism that he'll never be capable of understanding.

if you're okay with it, i want it.

patrick, you're gonna get blood on your dick. pete's scowling all sassy-teen and patrick has to roll his eyes. don't be like that. there's no way you're into that.

patrick proves him wrong. and, really, it's not hard. because the second he's inside of pete, he can't imagine caring about a little blood. patrick's hands end up on pete's hips and pete insists on being on top, rocking down against patrick in barely-there little grinding motions, moaning softly.

patrick's hand comes up and he presses his thumb against pete's tdick and he shocks a little, rocking forward into patrick's hand. he lets out a needy whine and his hand curls into the front of patrick's sleepshirt.

pete gets weird about sex sometimes, but tonight he seems to be in it. he's letting himself lean into patrick. at some point, he leans all the way down to kiss patrick and the angle change does something for him, because he makes this high-pitched little squeak and rocks into it even harder.

pete—

you gonna come? pete asks in that too-low, too-sultry voice that he gets from porn. it's okay. you can inside. i wan' it.

patrick holds the back of pete's neck to keep their foreheads pressed together. he knows pete's on some kind of birth control. he doesn't know what kind, but he knows it's not the pill. it's one that he doesn't have to replace so often.

patrick keeps fumbling to rub pete off, until he's clenching around him and choking out patrick's name. pete always sounds so fucking good getting off and patrick grips the skin of pete's ass when he gets close to hold him down.

patrick comes inside pete and stays pressed up against him until pete stops panting so hard. unfortunately that means pete's coherent enough to start complaining about having to clean up, which means patrick has to coax him into the bathroom and reassure him over and over again that it's not gross. the whole clean-up takes twice as long as it should because pete is not cooperating.

it's totally worth it for the way pete settles back down against him like a happy kitten when they're all done.

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HOLYFUCK🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

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missing my groomer right abt now

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if i could write itd be SO over for you all

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thinking about. pete wentz pissing in ms

itd be so gross and id probably—“probably” is generous—get an infection but itd be hot in the moment so id forgive him

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i feel SO cringe using “:3” but its so cute

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when the fic gets a little too into the prnis descriptions