quick drabble ive been gone forever

no, no— don’t stop, don’t stop, please pete ,” gasping wetly and sobbing into his shoulder as he’s trying to pull out, doesn’t wanna hurt you, “please. it’s gotta fit, need you to fit in me, please don’t stop—“ 

“you’re killing me.” pete’s  voice is strained, sounds just as desperate as you do, grips the base of his dick as he tries yet again to pull out only to have the vice grip of your thighs around his waist pulling him back in, “baby, fuck. don’t wanna hurt you and here you go… almost like you’re wantin’ it to hurt.” 

you mouth hot against his skin, tongue grazing over flushed, burning hot flesh, “you feel me opening for you, right?” you mumble, desperate and almost pathetic, “brand me with it. let me feel you for days. don’t care if it hurts, want you to hurt me.”

pete grunts low, sound akin to a growl as he bullies himself in an extra inch, almost like he can’t physically stop himself, and you’re shaking like a leaf under him. clinging onto him with sharp nails, hips swivelling to adjust to the intrusion, a sob ripping from your chest. 

the hand wrapped around the base of his length brushes over your puffy opening as they meet, and pete shudders visibly as the backs of his fingers come into contact with the sopping wet heat of your pussy. 

“you’re so desperate, god,” pete’s  voice is barely above a murmur, free hand loosely wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you out of your hiding spot in his shoulder. 

the eye contact, fingers buried deep in your hair is almost enough to have you tapping out. he stares at you with an intensity that almost makes you feel sick, body flushed hot with a new level of primal desire. you keen into him, neck arching as he pulls lightly at your hair.

“baby. you look so pretty. begging for me to wreck you like this.” he speaks like he’s in awe, hazel flecked eyes swirling with lust and want. he pushes in a bit further, relishes at the sickly sweet moan that he punches out of you, “louder, baby. want to hear every noise you make when i take you apart.” 

𝐈’𝐦 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐫! 𝐕𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐕𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦

(𝐃𝐨𝐦) 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐳 𝐱 (𝐒𝐮𝐛) 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

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─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

•𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄•𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨•

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•𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙗 + 𝙨𝙝𝙚/𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨•

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨: 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘮/𝘴𝘶𝘣

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It was risky, and you both knew it. Pete had you on his lap thrusting into you in the back of his car. You had been on the way to a band practice when your mind had wandered away. You felt that familiar warmth in your lower abdomen as you watched Pete drive. Nothing about the situation was sexual, but watching his hands hold your thigh firmly and the other casually turning the steering wheel had you pressing your thighs together. Pete had noticed and grinned, his hands slowly moving up your thigh towards the waistband of your shorts. “Whatcha thinking about sugar?” He asked while wearing a grin, his hands gently rubbing their way up. “Nothin” You replied, avoiding eye contact as you felt your face begin to heat up. “Are you lying to me baby?” Pete’s hand began to slip down your shorts and palmed your panties, you let out a whimper from the minimal contact his hand provided. “I don’t believe you sugar, what’s all this then?” His hand slipped underneath, his rough hands tenderly rubbing up and down your slick folds. You needed more, it wasn’t enough. “Please?” “Please what baby use your words.” Pete was loving this, wearing a cheeky smile. He knew exactly what you wanted, but his favorite thing was to dumb you down to nothing but his needy plaything. The pink spread across your cheeks as you looked at him with wide eyes, “Please I need you so bad Pete.” He felt his cock begin to strain against his jeans, he wanted nothing more than to pound you into oblivion and that’s exactly what he was going to do. “That’s all you had to say angel.” You guys were pulling into the parking lot, the rest of the guys’ cars were there but already had gone inside. Pete put the car in park and went straight to your neck, leaving wet sloppy kisses and bites down to your collarbones. Letting out soft whimpers the stimulation wasn’t enough you needed Pete right now. “Please sir please I need you.” You begged, eager for more. “You want me to fill you up sugar? To fuck into you so hard your legs are twitching and begging me to stop?” You nodded, looking deep into each other’s eyes as you both went into the back seat. Pete swiftly pulled you onto his lap, kissing you deeply as you began to rock your hips against his bulge. “So needy baby”. He grinned against your neck. You both began undressing your lower halves, your pussy yearning for touch as the cool air hit it. Pete’s cock sprung out of his jeans. His tip was leaking precum as he lined himself up with your aching hole. “Tell me how bad you want me to fill you angel”. He slid his tip between your folds, teasing you. “Please Pete I’ll be good, just need you inside pleasepleaseplease”. Your words spilled out, the risk of someone seeing you guys became obsolete as you felt his cock begin to slip inside you. Pete let out a deep groan, his eyes never breaking from yours as your hole swallowed him whole. “A-ah, please sir”. Pete chuckled at your desperation, and wasted no time grabbing your hips to slam you back down. Your guys’ moans filled the cramped car as the windows began to fog up. Pete’s cock bounced on your cervix as you felt yourself reaching the edge. “I can feel you clenching around me sugar, fuck- you gonna cum for me?” All you could do was whine and nod. His hands gripped the plush part of your hips so roughly it was sure to leave a bruise. As you felt that familiar knot in your stomach begin to come undone, your eyes rolled back. Your body felt like it was on fire as you released around him, your juices running down his cock as you shook. “Oh fuckkk- that’s a good girl for me, I’m so fucking close”. Pete’s thrusts became more erratic as he approached the edge, his head was thrown back as he let out deep groans. You were already so overstimulated, your cunt continued to clench around him as he released, shooting hot ropes into you as you whimpered and trembled. You fell forward onto him, his cum slowly beginning to leak out. You both were panting and sweating. “Can we just stay in here?” Pete asked.

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𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙞’𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 :’)

-𝙚𝙡

So...if I were to write a vampire x reader fanfiction...who should be the vampire...?

Imagine Pete Wentz pressing your face down against the bed as he pounds into you like a dog in heat, whimpering out small “ ‘m sorry”s and “you feel so good”

pete n mikey (yes im the person from other pete n mikey one- i luv them to much jdufkekd) with a trans male s/o but he has a pretty feminine figure n stuff- like small lips n hands, hourglass body, butt sticks out n it gives them rlly rlly bad gender dysphoria- they also got around shoulder length hair which they like but still makes them dysphoric sometimes—— as head cannons plz, like how pete n mikey help with the dysphoria or try to help

uhhhh i dunno if i explained that well i can redo it when im not in skool

I can give you headcannons for how they deal with a gender dysphoric reader but I'm sorry I won't write that specific of a reader since I try to keep my stuff as all inclusive as possible.

Gender Dysphoria

Pete Wentz × Mikey Way × transmasc!reader

no era but implied to be around 2005

I'm not really sure how they would help since gender dysphoria can be complex

I think if you were have a really bad gender dysphoria day they would do some things they read on the internet that could help.

have chest dysphoria? a large towel around the neck can help to cover it. or you could also use one of those pillows that wraps around your torso

if you feel like your entire body isn't right they would cover you in blankets so you can't see yourself.

your torso under scrutiny? one of their oversized hoodies will be placed on you immediately.

they'll probably give you a lot of their clothing if it makes you feel more comfortable

Pete is getting you all the oversized Clandestine Industries clothing

but just a fair warning if you steal clothing from Mikey you end up with Gerard or Frank's shirts but if you steal from Pete you might end up with Mikey's shirts.

"Where did you find that shirt? I've been looking for it for forever! ... wait have you had it this entire time?!"

"No I swear I found it in Pete’s closet!"

"... PETER WENTZ."

I think if you had dysphoria about your hair they would help you put it up into different hair styles or help you cut it off if you wanted (don't trust Pete with the hair clippers though)

just overall they would have to do some research or ask you a lot of questions on what you need during bad dysphoria days.

sorry this is short I didn't really know what to write for this since I don't really have as bad dysphoria anymore.

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first post on ao3!

hey folks! i posted my first fanfic on ao3, it's a pete wentz x gender neutral reader fluff where he takes you to build a bear for the first time. you can find it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50162302

enjoy!

HIIIII!! could u maybe do a pete wentz x male reader where they’re on warped ‘05 and reader is mcr’s drummer?? their relationship is kinda like petekey?? idk i think the idea’s cute but no pressure!!

warnings: none

word count: 734

- glad theres no pressure, because this took me months to get to! nyways funfact petekey is what got me into fob..

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Pete rocked onstage, smiling out into the crowd. So many people, and only one really mattered. The boy sitting behind him, watching Fall Out Boy play their set. Pete always gave everything his all. Every performance, every song, every moment.

It was just, when he watched, Pete gave it his all and maybe a little more. He lifted the bass, swinging it around his body and hopping over it. He quickly turned around to look at the boy, who was smiling ear to ear and clapping for him.

The song ended as as the other began, Pete beckoned his friend over. He hopped up and half-jogged to Pete's side. Pete pressed himself up against him, leaning his head on his shoulder and singing along with Patrick to Grand Theft Autumn while he played.

Y/N grinned, wrapping an arm around Pete- which gained a cheer from the crowd. He sang with Pete, moving his hand to play with his hair.

Pete looked at Y/N, now really singing the lyrics to him. Y/N smiled back, face growing redder as Pete said them. The crowd loved the way Y/N smiled and covered his face at "I wrote this for you."

Pete may not have exactly been subtle, but he knew better than to confirm any relationship. He knew that the people in the crowd knew, even if it wasn't for sure. He rubbed his face against Y/N one more time before practically jumping away from him, walking in circles around him as he played. The song ended and Pete gave Y/N a little loving kick in the ankle, and Y/N skipped to the side of the stage, grabbing one of Pete's water bottles. This time? No piss in them. Thank god..

Y/N walked to the edge of the stage, unscrewed the cap, and splashed water on as many people as he could before tossing the bottle in the crowd, smiling as he heard happy screams from the people in the crowd. He started to walk back to where he was sitting. He glanced behind himself and held his hand by Pete's face to hide the little kiss he gave him. Obviously, the crowd had went insane at that.

Pete smiled, turning to watch Y/N sit back down. He blew him a kiss. Y/N caught it and held onto it for the rest of the show.

It was dark when Pete was going back to his bus, Y/N going with him. They usually slept together in Pete's bunk, unless Y/N would be needed early in the morning.

"What'd you do with that kiss? I never saw you let it go."

Y/N smiled. "Put it in my pocket for our set tomorrow. So I don't miss you." Pete smiled. "You know I'll be watching." "You never know."

They got into the bus, kicking off their shoes, not bothering to change as they crawled into Pete's bunk. Pete stretched and got them both comfortable. Y/N was half laying on Pete, his leg over him and arms wrapped around him. Y/N yawned. Pete shifted so his head was on Y/N's. After a few seconds he decided to give him a quick peck, which turned into a minute-long kiss. Not that Pete minded.

Pete pulled away, smiling at Y/N and twirling his hair. "You're not that bad. I think I like you." Y/N smiled. "Yeah?" Pete smile-frowned now, his expression softening. "We're not boyfriends, are we? I mean.. we never..." Y/N shifted.

"Peter Lewis-" "Full name not needed." "...Peter Wentz, can I tell you something?" "Yeah." Y/N flicked his head to get the hair out of his eye. "I think I may have a crush on you." Pete smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you'd want to be my boyfriend?" Pete hummed. "I don't know.." Y/N gasped. "Well fine! I have other men." Pete shook his head, laughing. "No you don't."

He kissed Y/N again. "I'd love to be your boyfriend, Y/N L/N." "What, so do you like me too?" "I'll think about it."

Y/N rolled his eyes and laid back down, burying his head in Pete's neck. "There. Now we're boyfriends. Happy?"

"Very."

"I'm sure the fans will be too." "They don't need to know." "They will if you keep cuddling me on stage."

I was sad and then I listen to Pavlove on Spotify and now I’m the happy

Naughty or Nice - Pete Wentz x Reader

Prompt: N: Naughty or nice? (How has your character been this past year? Are they a trickster or a good of heart?) (from this list)   Reader: Reader and Pete are married and have kids but no pronouns or gender specific terms are used Word count: 668

It was supposed to be a way to get the kids to bed. You knew that. Pete knew that. But instead? Absolute havoc.

Admittedly: most kids were all nice and followed their parents' instructions once they were reminded that Santa Clause would bring gifts only to the nice kids. And this close to Christmas, with decorations being put up all over the house, you had seriously expected it to work. Instead your five and three year old sons froze on the spot where they had been rolling around in their pyjamas on the carpet and the moment they looked up to you with shining eyes you knew you had messed up somewhere along the short way of a simple sentence.

“If naughty kids don’t get any presents from Santa,” the slow way the older of the two spoke even attracted Pete’s attention who had been sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone, “then does Dad get any presents?”

Oh.

Shit.

“Uh, I guess,” you answered carefully, already knowing what direction this was about to go into. Judging by Pete’s widened eyes, so did he.

“But...” the three year old seemed to have caught up on his brother’s plan, “he was pretty naughty this year.”

Trying not to laugh, you raised an eyebrow at your husband who tried to sink as deep into the sofa cushions as possible.

“Oh really,” you mused, knowing they were about to tell you all the things Pete had done and successfully hidden from you. “I thought he was rather good this year. He planted lots of veggies for us to watch grow and eat, and he went on many hiking trips with us, and he read us many good night stories,...”

Taking the chance of the kids not jumping around wildly, you picked up the younger one into your arms, carrying him towards the kids’ bedroom. The older one followed without you having to say anything. And so did Pete, knowing he was about to be exposed.

“Daddy fell into the pool,” the child in your arms started telling you excitedly. “He still had his clothes on, and, and then he went into the house, and everything was wet and then he said it was the dog.”

Putting your son down on the bed you turned to Pete who stood in the door.

“I-”

“And!” His defence was interrupted by his older son, “We all played soccer in the living room, and he kicked that frame off the wall and said it was an earthquake.”

The excitement in the children’s eyes was precious. Somehow they even automatically tucked themselves in while spilling all of their father’s wrong doings over the past year.

“And he bought us chocolate pudding,” the younger one went on, “even after we’ve had sweets at home.”

“And you ate it!” Pete screeched as if his biggest secret had just been exposed.

“You told us too!” the five years old defended.

“Okay, okay, that's enough now,” you decided, lifting your hands up in the air. “I’m sure Santa knew all these things already, and will make sure Dad gets the correct amounts of presents.”

“What about us,” the two asked at the same time.

“Oh, Santa knows that you’ve been going to bed just like I asked right now, so maybe that will make up for eating chocolate pudding even after already having had sweets.”

You winked at them and kissed their small foreheads, wishing them a good night. Pete did the same, gently tucking the blankets in place before turning on the night light and switching off the ceiling lights.

Once you were back in the living room, you turned to face him.

“An earthquake, really?”

“Well…” embarrassedly he rubbed his neck.

“It was our wedding picture,” you scolded, trying not to laugh at how guilty Pete looked.

“I got it fixed,” he reminded you, pointing to the picture above the fireplace.

Rolling your eyes, you laughed a little. “Remind me again: why did i marry you?”

“Hey!”

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little black dress

“Fuck,” you gasp as Pete pushes you down onto the bed. “What’s gotten into you?”

Pete grunts as he kisses all along your exposed collarbones. You were really glad you decided to pick a strapless dress tonight as it made access to your shoulders and chest extremely easy. “The thought of getting you out of this,” he muttered as he reached behind you and fumbled around with the zipper on your back before pulling it down. “You’ve been on my mind all night.”

You laugh a bit when he tugs your dress down and tosses the black fabric off the side of the bed. “You were the one who wanted to go out tonight,” you pointed out as he peppered kisses along the skin of your abdomen. “You’re the one who insisted we have a date night.”

“Stop me next time,” he grunted as he kissed your inner thigh. “Don’t ever let me make plans that require us to leave our house, okay? It ends the same way every single time.” 

“With you begging me to let you take me home,”

“Exactly,” he murmurs as he pulls down the black lace of your panties. “I know I usually take my time with you, but I can’t tonight. I’ve been turned on since the second you walked out of this bedroom nearly three hours ago.”

You laugh again and it quickly turns into a moan as he runs the tip of his nose along your folds, collecting your wetness on his skin with a sigh. “Pete,” you nearly whisper, reaching a hand down and running it through his neat, though soon to be messy, hair. “Don’t tease me. Not tonight, please.” 

Pete smirked and kissed along your core, his mouth never actually making contact with your slick folds. “Why not?” He mocked, inhaling your sweet scent before lifting his head to look up at you. “You’ve been teasing me all night.”

You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “I have not, All I did was get ready for the night you planned. It’s not my fault you have no self control.”

Pete runs his hands up your body until his fingers graze the cups of your bra. “Keep running your mouth like that and I’ll leave us both unsatisfied,” he warned, making your eyes widen a bit as he continued, “Even though I want you so badly right now, I don’t mind walking out and proving just how much self control I really have.”

Gasping quietly, you further test him, “You wouldn’t dare,” and when Pete makes a move to get up, you quickly pull him back down. “Do not leave me like this when you’re the one who got me in the mood.”

He smirks again and settles between your legs once more. “Don’t act like you have any more self control than I do,” he rasped before delving his tongue within your walls. 

You moan instantly and arch your back, your hand tangling in his hair again and successfully making it messy. 

Just the way you liked it. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whine as he slides his tongue up. His lips wrap around your clit and he gives it a sharp suck, making your whole body jolt at the sudden stimulation. “Pete”

Pete grins against your clit, poking his tongue out and licking a flat stripe up your wet folds. “Feel good, baby?” He asked, knowing damn well he is a pro at going down on you and how he never failed to get you off this way. 

“Yes,” you give in and feed his ego, anyway. “Feels so good, Baby.”

He smirked up at you and before you could call him out on being too cocky, he was licking up your arousal and slipping his tongue inside your core. You moan loudly, your hand coming down to tug on his hair again. He had spent at least ten minutes on it earlier in an attempt to make it look good for his and your night out, so to be the one who gets to mess it up was truly an honor. 

He was still fully clothed, his dress shirt beginning to form wrinkles the longer he went down on you, but he didn’t care at all. His mouth explored the most private and sweetest part of you as if he were a starved man, and you were struggling to hold back a way too soon release. 

“Fuck, Pete, you’re so good,” you praise, telling him something you have told him countless times before.

“So I’ve heard,” he says, further fueling his own ego. He smirks up at you before slipping his tongue inside your wet and welcoming walls. Your hands pull at his hair as he tugs your legs up so they’re draped over his shoulders. 

He fucks the muscle in and out of you as quick as he could and holds your hips down against the bed when he felt you try to buck up into his mouth. “Babe,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut and clenching your core as he relentlessly invaded your slick entrance. “Oh, fuck.”

Pete hums against you, sending vibrations deep into your body and making you squirm a bit. “You drive me crazy,” he commented, nudging your clit with his nose as his lips brushed against your folds. “All the time.”

Your mouth parts in a desperate moan when you catch sight of his lips and chin that were covered in a thin  layer of your sweet juices. 

“You’re right, I have no self control,” he states as he kisses along your inner thighs before glancing up at you. “Not when it comes to you.” 

Then he was flattening out his tongue and licking up your folds again. Your body shook a bit as you fought off the urge to lift your hips and grind against his mouth, not that his tight hold on you would actually let you do that, anyway.  

You bite down harshly on your lip as he fucks his tongue into you again, but this time he keeps eye contact with you as he does it. “Fuck,” you curse, your brows furrowing as the knot that had been quickly forming since he pulled you all the way to your bedroom begins to tighten. “It’s too much.”

You hadn’t even come yet, and aren’t necessarily sensitive at the moment, but having him look at you with his lust-filled, hazel eyes was making your brain feel fuzzy and had your sight blurring a bit. 

Pete pulls away with a smirk on his wet lips. “Too much? Baby, we’ve barely started,” he informed you, dragging his bottom lip up your folds. “I’m gonna get you off with my mouth first, then my fingers, then I’ll let you ride me.”

“Fuck,” you huff out, the long night he had in store for you making you feel exhausted already. You drop your head back against the mattress and blindly reach for one of his hands, lacing your fingers together once you feel him in your grip. “I’m close,Pete”

He moaned deeply at your warning and the sound once again vibrated your core and caused you to clench down around the tip of his tongue. With his hand held tightly in yours, you arch your back a bit as your first of many orgasms washes over you. 

Pete cleans up any and all evidence of it with his mouth before pulling away and beginning to place delicate kisses to your throbbing and overly-sensitive clit. He kisses his way up your body, your quiet whines making him smile once he reaches your lips. He kisses you softly there before pulling away as his body settles between your still shaking legs. “How are you doing?” He asked, keeping one of his hands locked with yours while his free one reaches up and brushes your hair out of your face. 

“I’m good,” you tell him, a bit breathless as you wrap your arm around his neck. “I’m so good.”

He hums, kissing you again before trailing his mouth down your neck. “That’s great,” he murmurs, glancing up at you with a small smirk. “Because that was just the beginning.”

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My fanfiction info~!

Whattup! I'm Barrett and i write fanfiction!

I currently write for:

All of My Chemical Romance

All of Fall Out Boy

William Beckett

Gabe Saporta

Ryan Ross

Dallon Weekes

I will write:

Fluff!!

X readers/ocs!!

Angst

Romance

Platonic

Family

I WILL NOT write:

Smut

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I write fanfiction based off of MCR, BVB, and FOB music video Characters, I do not write about the actual people in the band. Examples of the characters I write for are Party Poison, the Black Parade characters, or specific music video personas.

Rules for requesting:

No Way brother shipping,

No B*b even being mentioned in a request,

No racism,

No homophobia,

No ableism,

No asking me to write for the real people,

I will write x readers but they will be in character for whatever music video you choose,

some of the character personalities (the black parade or Revenge characters) will be mostly based off of my own interpretation due to the lack of personality defining content we got of each character.

Failure to follow the rules will result in deletion of the request and in worst case being blocked.

hiii!! do i think you could possibly do one shots of pete wentz n mikey way (poly relationship) with a s/o who goes mute when they r rlly stressed or overstimulated or have just had a shitty day— kinda just how they make the reader feel better n how they handle it, yknow that typa stuff—

if not thats a-ok!!!!!!!!! i don’t mind :]

sure, I'm not sure if you meant headcanons or a oneshot? so I just wrote headcanons based on what you said in your ask :] if you wanted a oneshot I can rewrite it though

Pete, Mikey, and a Mute Sensory Overloaded Reader

Pete Wentz x gn!Reader x Mikey Way

not era specific

WARNINGS: mentions of meltdown

I think Mikey is the first to realize, he's had a fair share of being pretty silent and being overwhelmed that he can recognize it in someone pretty quickly. Plus he's fairly in tune with reading someone, especially you.

He definitely immediately tries to get you whatever you need, handing you your communication cards almost as soon as you walk into the room he's in

it will take a few minutes for Pete to realize what's happening, only picking it up when Mikey hands you the communication cards.

Pete gets sort of anxious about these things, worried he's going to make it worse somehow. You've reassured him that he doesn't make it worse but he still get anxious about it.

I think Mikey is a lot more level headed with this and will probably do a lot of more practical things (making sure you have your cards and are using them when needed, turning off anything that's too bright or making too much noise, etc)

While Pete is the type to just do whatever Mikey says to do, like getting things or making things. You need blankets? Already being thrown on top of you on the couch. You need one of your comfort foods? He's already making it just how you like it (he practiced even if it's a really simple thing to make) You need him to get you something from the store? Which store cause he's on his way there STAT.

These two are doing everything in their power to make you comfortable.

Personally I'm more prone to meltdowns when I get home after being overstimulated all day/having a bad day + not being able to communicate makes it worse so I feel like they would have some preparations for that

if you cry a lot during meltdowns they have a cols bottle of water just waiting for you when you catch your breath enough to drink

if you don't like touch during meltdowns they're more than okay with giving you your space

if you're not likely to have meltdowns they'd still be prepared just in case you do start crying though.

If you like pressure to help calm you down Pete would go get your weighted blanket (that they bought you) as quickly as possible and they the two would lay on top of your stomach and chest to give more pressure

if you can't handle touch or anything like that while in this state they are A-OK giving you other things to hold onto like blankets and stuffed animals and your security items

All in All they're trying their best to get you through this and doing whatever you need at that moment from running a bath to just putting on your comfort TV show.

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If you are an ageless blog or minor and you Interact with the work here you will be blocked, no questions asked.

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Dni- racists, proshippers, ageless/younger blogs, ageplayers/ddlg condoners, anti-agere.

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If you're being a weirdo and ask for anything that I do not allow your request will be ignored. If someone is constantly spam asking abt things I don't write for it will lead to you being blocked

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