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moopiter · 2 months ago

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When It's Over - Chapter 1

2.2k | Homelander x gn!Reader | Angst, Pre-established character death and such discussions. Kinda Slow Burn-ish As always, cross posted to Ao3

The greatest superhero to ever live supposedly gave his life six months ago in a blaze of glory. But you swear you caught a glimpse of his cape in the halls of Vought tower your first day. You're left with nothing but questions. Is there even a body in that casket they put in the ground?

Authors note: Hey look at me, I'm not dead. Trying to get to drafts. This will be multi-chapter and I'm planning on having fun with it! Divider credit

It’s pouring rain over Manhattan, just like the forecast said.

For once, you can’t blame the clouds. You’ve felt like rain a while too.

The piles of undone laundry and dishes in your apartment that you've been putting off attest to it. But you've put yourself together for a big day. Rain be damned.

The puddles of rain are pooling in the cracks of the concrete under your boots. It's silly, but years ago you might’ve splashed and played in them, back when the world wasn’t such a big place. You try not to think about it too long, but you do. Just like how you’ve already overthought every interaction that’ll follow after you step foot through Vought’s doors.

You're always worried about the 'afters' of things. Repercussions and worries keep your mind occupied. It's a bad habit really, overthinking.

The wind undoes everything you’ve meticulously styled in the mirror this morning, but you keep your head up and simply persist. There’s a sea of new opportunity waiting for you after all. For once in a long time, you're determined.

The interview was the hard part, and that’s over. It leaves nothing to worry about. Worst of it's past.

When you graduated college, Digital Marketing Specialist wasn’t really what you imagined to be your future career. But an opportunity at Vought was a one in a million. Maybe one in a thousand. They were willing, after all. You hopped on it.

You catch wind of a conversation you'd rather not hear, meandering around the puddles. One that you've heard all too often before.

"He can't really be gone. I'm waiting for them to make it a stunt."

"Yeah, he's like the strongest dude alive. He wouldn't just up and die."

Every time you think you've forgotten, you're reminded. Homelander's dead. You're not going to work under your childhood hero. Vought's posterchild, the best of the best for as long as you can remember. A perfect superhero—no, the perfect superhero, or so everyone thought. Until it all was over.

Funny, ever since his funeral, seems like all Vought wants is more and more new employees.

They've been making frequent changes to their staff. Creating a new image for the company and rebranding the Seven must be a lot of work, if you had to guess. He was their shining star after all. You don't dwindle there long. Maybe this would be a steppingstone on a bigger journey, or maybe you’d climb the ladder. The hazy fog hiding your future is just a little lighter today, and you can daydream. It carries you through those first few steps through the door.

You take the new employee orientation in stride. Surely, there are only so many NDAs to sign right off the bat because you’re working with social media and marketing. It’s just something you shove to the back of your mind. Especially as you give your first overly zealous handshake to your new supervisor. But no matter what you do, it feels like you'll never have that energy you can't put a name to.

Nothing to worry about, you remind yourself. But she has sharp eyes that notice one of your buttons has come undone.

She leads you along your new office first, as you diligently follow behind and try to fix yourself. Appearance-wise, the space it occupies is nothing compared to the marble and accents throughout the rest of the building. It's dreary and bland. The repeating greyscale only occasionally broken by splashes of color from sticky notes and desk décor.

You catch glimpses of the posters that adorn the three walls that aren’t windows. All different members of the Seven advertising who knows what.

It's hard not to notice Homelander’s posters rolled up beside the trash can when you walk past. He was always your favorite.

He was always everyone's favorite.

And people still talk about him.

They probably always will, given what happened. Ultimate sacrifice and all. It’s easy to wear that smile he used to and try to look on the bright side. At least this place is more detached from the rest of the building. Bigwigs don't cast sideways glances here. It feels detached, like its own little world hidden in a maze of cubicles and computers.

You’re happy to hide in it, make it cozy. Forget about things.

With a generic introduction, you’re finally acquainted with your new office family. Not many disengage from their work to look up from their cubicles. But you wave and say hi anyway. It’s awkward, sure.

You're terrified someone will take note of how terrible you look compared to everyone else. Dressed in second-hand business attire, just trying to do your best.

But overall, it’s not half bad. Nobody notices, somehow.

You're happy to be shown around, to see the inside of a place everyone always wants to see. The marble clacks underneath your feet as you follow your new supervisor around the floor and take in the sights, trying your best and failing miserably to maintain direction.

It’ll take some time to get adjusted to. Just like the robust cafeteria and lavish break room you have access to now.

Not to mention the elaborate coffee bar too luxurious to even imagine relaxing in. That's all everybody drinks here is coffee, all hours of the day.

Maybe just this once you can convince yourself you deserve these finer things. As intimidating as it all may be. You made it after all. You work for Vought. Nothing to worry about, right?

It’s something you try to internalize as you walk in tandem with your new supervisor, making your way back to the elevator. Walking past corridors and offices, traversing the endless maze you’re bound to be lost in later despite her best efforts of a tour. Her skirt barely accommodates her rushed wide strides you're barely able to keep up with.

“There are certain floors off-limits. Without even looking at you, she explains that the underground levels and the medical wing are off-limits.

You nod along and give a quick, “Yes, ma’am,” and try to keep from falling behind.

“And 99. Unless you’re given special permission, that floor is off-limits for lower-level employees.”

That’s all I am? You think, your attempts at staying on the bright side faltering.

But something catches your eye before you can respond.

It’s the blue you see first, out of the corner of your line of sight, down the last corridor. There just long enough for you to dart your eyes left and watch as it disappears around a corner.

Deep blue followed by unmistakable red and white. Stripes, too long for a regular flag. You even catch a glimpse of gold for the split second it graces your vision. But in the millisecond it takes to turn your head, it's gone.

If you weren’t wiser, you’d think it was Homelander’s cape. The Homelander.

It wasn’t a regular flag. Couldn't of been. It flowed too languidly, just like how it used to be carried on his shoulders, strong enough to carry the weight of the world.

But Vought wouldn’t do that to him. They wouldn’t let someone else wear his suit, right?

Wouldn’t it be wrong?

“Hey, earth to newbie.”

Your eyes shoot back to your supervisor, now standing facing you with her hands on her hips. She taps her foot against the ground in displeasure, her once friendly eyes turning judgmental as she looks you over again. “Are you just going to stand there and waste more time? Come on,” she sighs, turning on her heel to leave as she beckons you along behind her.

You burn bright red with embarrassment, following behind and trying to push the sight out of your mind.

You attribute it to your nerves, and nothing more.

Beyond the raindrops coating the glass outside, the sun starts to peek through. So you muse over that instead and let your thoughts carry you somewhere else.

The cubicle they allot to you is nice, and the chair is comfortable. At the very least, it’ll keep you sane during the long shifts staring at the screen in front of you. Writing and researching. A dozen other specialists and analysts work through the day, keeping the coffee bar busy as you sign digital forms and click through endless new employee trainings. Occasionally, you think back to that unexplainable sight earlier.

There are no publicity stunts planned, no specials, and no memorial photoshoots. You can’t help but scavenge through the schedules you have access to now, looking for a reason.

Despite all your efforts, you can’t find any rationality as to why someone would be parading around in one of his suits. He had to have had multiple, couldn't of been the suit.

You catch yourself wondering if he was buried in that red, white, and blue or in something more modest. Only his family got the privilege of seeing him one last time.

Everyone wanted to see him again. Who wouldn’t? But rumor has it, there wasn't much left of him anyway.

His folks were too heartbroken to speak publicly. They were, like the rest of the country, immersed in the day of mourning. But now that you think about it, you’re not sure if you’ve ever seen anything about his family. Just the origin movies with terrible actors.

For a moment, you wonder if maybe—just maybe—you’d actually caught a glimpse of him. If all those Reddit theorists questioning his death might be onto something. But it’s just wishful thinking you shrug off.

The long hand of the clock barely graces 5, and the department slowly files out the door without you noticing. Too preoccupied. Being the determined person you are, you stay behind to finish the training early. It gives you more time to muse about what you saw.

Hopefully it'll get a genuine smile out of your supervisor when tomorrow rolls around, and you'll make up for today.

Over your shoulder, the shorthand of the clock ticks by 5, trudges past 5:30, and crawls over 6. Unaware, you finish the final module of the information safety training and sigh. When you stretch your back, your chair creaks, the only sound in the office. It's palpable, the satisfaction of completing a task.

Nothing to worry about. That is, until you become aware of the silence surrounding you. Your smile falters then.

There’s no incessant tap of keyboard keys or overheard phone calls. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of the time that you let slip past as you peek above the walls of your cubicle.

Not only is the social media department absent of the hum and chatter, so are the adjoining offices.

Oops.

Somewhere along the line, the rain stopped falling. Now the sun’s climbing down out of the sky. At the very least, you won’t have to catch a taxi in the rain; just trudge through the puddles again. It’s muggy past the windows, the clouds still looming, and the humidity fogging your view of the city.

But it’s a lovely sunset past it all. Despite everything.

You mull it over as you pull your jacket over your shoulders and grab your bag, damning yourself for staying so late. There’s something to be said about hard work and dedication, but no one would be around to hear it anyway. So you log off and slip out.

It’s a short trip from your office and down the hall to the elevator. But the sound of your footsteps echoing off the marble as you go makes it feel like a mile. You swear there isn't a single thing in the building alive, besides you. All you can hear is your own heartbeat.

It’s honestly the slightest bit unsettling.

Everyone on this floor abandoned the place hours ago, leaving you behind. Far below you, various security and analytics departments work around the clock. You're sure of it. Far above you, the Seven go about their lives in their penthouse apartments. But from where you walk, it’s like being the only soul here.

You keep your head on a swivel, instincts on high alert as you walk.

But nothing decides to dance in the corners of your vision this time.

A sigh escapes your lungs as you step on the elevator. Embraced by the slightest bit of comfort, knowing you’ll be downstairs with other people again as you slip past security on the ground floor. But something feels off as you lean forward and press the button to head down. The air isn’t sitting right.

The bright yellow button for the 99th floor is lit, the place you’d specifically been told to not go.

Your brow creases as the button for the ground floor presses underneath your finger. Without really thinking, you assume whoever it was changed their mind and got off below you, so you press the button for the 99th down. Hoping it goes off.

It stays illuminated underneath your fingertip regardless.

You press it again once, then twice.

And it still stays lit.

There would be something wrong with the elevator as soon as you step inside, wouldn’t that be your luck? What would you say if anyone caught you up on the Seven’s floor? The most you can do is hope and pray once it reaches the top, it’ll let you go back down.

You close your eyes. If you’re lucky, there won’t be any witnesses to the cardinal sin you’re committing.

Accepting fate, you open them and gaze down the hallway as the metal elevator doors slide closed in front of you, sealing you inside. But the second they close fully and the elevator begins to move, you freeze.

It’s not just your reflection staring.

You can distinguish the unmistakable silhouette of patriot blue, draped by red and white behind you in the reflection of the hazy metal. Artificial light even bounces off the golden eagles on his shoulders as if he’s right there with you.

Menacingly staring straight past you is none other than Homelander himself. It has to be.

For just a second, those hopeful theories pop into your mind again. Maybe he's not dead! Maybe it was all just a hoax, and your favorite hero is here. Alive and well.

But then you remember you got on the elevator alone. Empty.

He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Doesn't even breathe.

Maybe there is one thing to worry about.

#playing with homelander like a littlest pet shop (i used to rip their heads off and bury them someone tell me this is normal)#i have much more planned for this i promise. I'm going to try and write smut hold onto your pearls #still trying to figure out how to format tumblr fics.... gotta go back and fix the old ones.... yeesh #but hey look who's trying to get back into writing! me ;-;#no beta we die like homelander #homelander x reader #homelander #homelander fanfiction #the boys fanfic #my writing

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lactoseintolerentswag · 2 years ago

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The Spotlight Effect

Maybe someone else has pointed this out before but I'd still like to talk about it!! Something really interesting to me about Leo (rottmnt) as a character is his inherent charisma, and how he draws in people with grand and dramatic speeches. Visually this is shown by something I like to call the "spotlight effect".

Season 1 Episode 2 "Origami Tsunami"

Originally the mentioned effect was used as a bit/gag. Here Leo is trying to hype up the boys to go on a junior-level "safe" hero adventure, and does succeed in getting them excited. Throughout the episode he's shown to drag them place to place, one inspirational speech after the other.

Season 2 Episode 1 "Many Unhappy Returns"

In season 2 we see this effect return. In "Many Unhappy Returns", in which Leo is initially a figure of comedic relief to ease tension in the return of the Shredder. This backfires a little bit, as it mostly annoys his family despite good intentions (which are not clearly communicated). It's not until he proves that he's taking this situation seriously--and ramping the team up with another one of his on-point speeches about everyone's strength of character--that he becomes a point of inspiration. The scene above takes place after Raph questions Leo, who in turn responds with "trust me".

Season 2 Episode 2 "Todd Scouts"

Again we see the "spotlight effect" used as a gag; however, there is still an interesting point here made in this scene. Leo calls himself something along the lines of the master at apologies, and something I believe that contributes to the effectiveness of such apologies is that charisma that draws people in. Which is shown visually for us via this effect!!

Season 2 Episode 5 "Air Turtle"

Another apology of Leo's after his dismissive and competitive behavior when playing basketball with his brothers. It also serves as a motivation point in this episode, for them to go against the mysticly beefed up basketball players.

Season 2 Episode 9 "Bad Hair Day"

I'm tentatively counting this as part of the phenomenon I've pointed out because while Leo is Put under the spotlight as a potential suspect to the thieving in this episode, Leo takes full advantage of it to wrap people around his finger. The hair doesn't not help either.

And now for one of the most Blatant and emotionally impacting examples.

The Rise Movie, the moment when they think their brother is lost, and when Leo begins to finally start listening to his team.

He unites them under his hope and confidence. I mentioned in this post that Raph is their center of responsibility, well in comparison Leo would be their center of inspiration. His competitiveness rubs off on his brothers (encouraging to put their all in the silliest of things), his playful encouragement keeps the baby of the team from being too babied, and his speeches tie everyone together to one goal. Hope is a ninja's greatest weapon, and while he may not realize it until Casey Jr. quotes that famous phrase, he's been using it this entire time.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #character analysis #long post #critter talks #sorry for the low quality screenshots #still figuring this whole posting thing out #anyway there might be more scenes i missed #will also try and id the screenshots later when im more familiar with breaking that down in a long post format #anyway leo's a good boy #and i hate him <3 #rottmnt movie

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chilopodakiss · 1 year ago

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also reuploading this mudrock doodle i did on my new ipad (more of hand-me-down) hehe

#arknights #arknights fanart #mudrock arknights #sorry for the inconsistent (?) tag formatting im still trying to figure things out

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rk1k-moved · 1 year ago

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ALICE | DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh screenshots #dbh alice #dbh yk500 #*screenshots #*mine #still trying to figure out a good format for the caption #apologies if it looks awful #but everyone look at alice and how adorable she it!!

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dollmakersjournal · 8 months ago

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ᒕ ： Ω ᘰ ⨀ — ⊥ ⨀ Ω ∴

#( I am still trying to figure out the format of how this should look so please be patient )#dale kobble #longlegs movie #ENTRY

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somnimagus · 6 months ago

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palestinian fundraisers!

there's enough in my askbox that i worry if i post them individually tumblr will flag it as spam, so i'll list them here! fundraisers are linked in the amount of money raised

@helpmohammed2024: $4,068/$50,000, unvetted but clear on reverse image search.

@mohammedayyads-blog: €4,856/€35,000, seemingly vetted here??

@khaledalanqar: €2,335/€20,000, not officially vetted, but reblogged by a vetted palestinian account.

@ahmedhells-blog: €20,395/€80,000, vetted here!

@familygazaamal: $5,171/$30,000, vetted here, #55!

@bshaeromars-blog: $25,851/$40,000, vetted here, #231!

@abedallhferwanagaza: €11,051/€35,000, vetted here, #60!

@osama-family: £5,288/£50,000, vetted here, #12!

@amanyay556: €686/€50,000, unvetted but clear on reverse image search.

@wejdan-32: €2,423/€20,000, unvetted but clear on reverse image search.

@hadeelmekki: €17,895/€35,000, vetted by @/90-ghost!

@freepaleatine95: $32,691/$50,000, vetted here!

@nourasissue-4: €2,089/€50,000, vetted here!

@familymajed2: $24,912/$90,000 CAD, vetted here, #227!

@mohammed-swierh-2: $29,864/$40,000, unvetted but clear reverse image search.

@savemohammed: €2,895/€20,000, vetted here, #57!

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ezrawip · 2 months ago

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ok yayyy new theme :3cc what do we think chat

#still trying to figure out the desc formatting bc it pisses me off we cant have breaks #the aesthetic ?!! 💔

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johnentwistlesbassguitar · 4 months ago

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Pairing: John Entwistle/Pete Townshend

Rating: explicit (but very fluffy)

Wordcount: 2k (almost)

Genre: fluff/smut

Tags: feederism/weight gain/kissing (with tongue :0)/nipple stuff/some more things I'm not sure how to describe

Warnings: none 😇

John and Pete use their day off to stuff each other and have some fun ;) I had an insane amount of fun writing this so I seriously hope you freaks in my phone enjoy this and want to see more like it

Deciding that him and Pete should use their day off to have some fun, John climbed out of bed to go grab a large container of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon. Since he didn't plan on doing anything, John hadn't bothered to get dressed. He tried to be quick getting back to their warm bed.

Though he paused in the doorway to watch Pete, who was lying back reading a book, he looked up once he noticed John staring. Immediately, his eyes were roaming John's face and body, Pete couldn't get over how perfect he was. Another thing that still baffled Pete was John's overall size. How could he be so massive yet incredibly soft and gentle, John was everything Pete needed and more. Every time Pete saw John naked, he fell in love all over again. Recently, he had been obsessing over John's belly and thighs. As he gained weight, he only got prettier.

It took Pete a moment to notice what John was holding, "What have you got there?"

John didn't reply he just chuckled as he sat down on Pete's lap. Trying his best to avoid putting too much weight on Pete's legs, he leaned forward and pressed his tummy into Pete's. Pete had gained a noticeable amount of weight recently, but he was nowhere near John's size. He'd definitely earned the nickname "ox."

Popping the lid off the bucket of ice cream and setting it on their bedside table, John offered a spoonful to Pete, who graciously accepted. At first, Pete was hesitant to start gaining weight, but John was so supportive, and it obviously made him happy. Also, Pete had been enjoying his new squishy body a whole lot.

John had been encouraging Pete's weight gain for a few months now after he'd noticed that Pete was struggling to keep the weight off. It wasn't like John didn't realize it was mostly because of him. Being in a relationship with someone like John, it would've been difficult for Pete to avoid getting fat himself.

As John continued to spoon feed Pete, he started to get a bit hungry himself, he decided there was more than enough for them to share. He handed the spoon off to Pete and looked at him expectantly.

It took a lot of restraint for Pete to keep from squealing at John's adorable behavior, "awww John, my cutie," he cooed. Pete reached up to cup John's chubby face. He pinched at his cheek gently and rubbed his thumb over John's soft jawline. John closed his eyes and reveled in the feeling of Pete's affection. Few things made Pete feel better than stuffing John. It was endearing how much he enjoyed Pete's attention and food.

While Pete continued to feed John he had an idea. John leaned down and kissed Pete with a mouthful of ice cream. Sliding his tongue into Pete's mouth, creating a sticky and sweet sensation, Pete moaned into John's lips, begging for more. Quickly, the cold feeling between their mouths dissipated due to the amount of heat coming from them both. Pete licked the inside of John's mouth, tasting John as much as possible. John pulled away for air but couldn't take his eyes off Pete's red, puffy lips.

As a reward, Pete kept feeding John more and praised him for making Pete feel so loved. It was impossible for Pete not to get aroused with John's tummy pressing down on him, it brought him so much joy to see John get bigger, Pete had stopped feeling guilty for wanting more of John a long time ago. Since John also wanted to get fatter, why should Pete feel bad for helping him.

"Oh Johnny, you're getting so heavy!" Pete praised while rubbing John's belly with his unoccupied hand. John moaned and pressed himself further into Pete, grinding their hips together. Trying and failing to restrain a loud yelp, Pete moved his hand to rest on John's love handles. "Naughty boy," Pete chastised, John, was practically begging for it.

Taking the spoon from Pete, John decided it'd be a good decision to stuff him a little more before things went any further. John wanted to see just how much he could make Pete eat before he was ready to stop.

"Too tight," Pete muttered in reference to his tight shirt, which barely contained his bloated belly.

"Ah, let me help with that," John's hands were thick and chubby but far from clumsy. Staring at Pete's bare chest like this, John couldn't help himself from placing a tender kiss on his sternum. John decided to run his tongue along Pete's chest. He used to be able to see his bones, but they were hidden by a soft layer of fat. Pete slid his hand into John's hair to try and keep from giggling at the ticklish feeling. This only encouraged John more as he put his lips around Pete's nipple and ran his tongue over it.

Pete shuddered and gasped, Johns lips were still sticky. Making sure to be careful, John lightly closed his teeth around Pete's nipple. John felt Petes hand tighten in his hair and pulled back. "Was that good?" He asked, looking up at Pete's with wide eyes and parted lips.

Instead of replying verbally, Pete just nodded vigorously, John was constantly finding new ways he could use Pete's body. John felt Petes erection press into his tummy and wondered when Pete was going to fuck him.

Pushing lightly on John's soft shoulders, Pete asked for him to lay down. John was very eager to follow Petes' orders, feeling his own dick harden fully as Pete ran his hands along John's broad and squishy back. Pete rested his hands on John's plump hips and positioned himself above his entrance. Giving John a small warning first, Pete pushed his dripping cock into John's hole.

John let out a soft groan but took in all of Pete with ease. Knowing that John was probably tired, Pete made sure to go slow. He wanted to give them both soft, easy pleasure. Feeling John's walls tighten around his dick made Pete moan and sink his hips in deeper.

Everything about John was comforting and warm. Pete couldn't get enough of the safety that came with his presence. The sound of his soft panting as Pete continued to thrust only spurred him on. Pete wanted to make his favorite boy feel so special.

Pete leaned down to put his mouth close to John's ear. "You're so perfect, my Johnny." he continued to push and pull his hips, causing John to whimper. "You're mine, always," his voice was low and husky. He nipped at John's ear and then pulled his face away.

"Mine" echoed through John's head, both the intense pleasure of Pete's skilled movements and the thrill of having someone who loved him enough to refer to him as his alone was making John dizzy. John was aware that Pete loved him more than anything, he practically worshipped John. It was such a warm feeling to be adored by an artist like Pete, John often wondered how someone as intelligent as Pete could've fallen for him.

Pete wanted to focus on the task at hand, but his mind wandered, John was absolute perfection. All Pete wanted was to have John only to himself and to take care of him. He'd attempted this before, but John always shook him off, though with John's increasing laziness, maybe he'd have a chance. It's not like Pete wanted to take John's independence away from him but it wouldn't be a bad thing if he wanted Pete to take care of most things for him and he could just sit back and relax, the only things he'd have to worry about would be getting fat and looking cute. Thinking of John being so helpless was nearly enough to push Pete over the edge.

John pushed his ass up further onto Pete's cock searching for more friction. Inadvertently causing Pete to burst, John loudly cried out his name. By now he should be pretty much used to the feeling of Pete coming inside him but it always was almost a shock. Once Pete was done he could barely find the energy to pull out.

"You did so good, my angel," Pete praised, looking closely at John's chubby, flushed face. He reached over to swipe a bead of sweat off John's cheek and held his hand there.

John sighed and didn't meet Pete's eyes. He always got nervous saying how he felt even though he knew Pete wouldn't react poorly anymore. "I love you so much, Pete," He said it quietly, but Pete still heard him.

"Oh, John, I love your more than you could ever imagine." Pete's words were so sincere that it made John's heart skip a beat.

Both of them were exhausted, Pete just wanted one more thing. "John, can you lay on top of me?" He knew it was a weird request, but he'd been considering it for a while.

"What?" Was John's immediate reply, "I can't do that," He tried to hide how badly he wanted to, though.

"Oh, c'mon, you seriously don't think you're gonna hurt me, right?" Pete tried to make it sound like John's fear was impossible even though they both knew John's weight could easily crush the average person. "Don't be silly Johnny, I'm stronger than you think"

Still, John's face showed that he was uncertain. Though, if Pete wanted it, how could he refuse. "Fine, I'll do it"

Pete lit up immediately. He took little time making sure he was in a comfortable position since he'd probably be stuck there for a while. Once satisfied, he beckoned John to come lay down.

John eased himself onto Pete, not wanting to slam his weight down too hard. The way he was laying his belly was sitting on Pete's chest. Pete felt incredibly cozy, John was so comfortingly warm. John managed to be fat and cuddly that he felt like a massive cushion pressing down on Pete.

"Comfortable?" John asked nervously.

Pete's response was slightly muffled but still understandable "definitely," it was evident from his voice that he was very satisfied with himself.

As long as Pete wasn't uncomfortable, John didn't mind. It did feel good to know that Pete was completely safe for the time being. John's body acting as a shield to protect him from the outside world. John fell asleep, quickly not being able to keep himself awake much longer. Becoming heavier as he sunk into Pete further. Pete loved it, John was really the only person who helped Pete relax enough to get a good night's rest.

#still trying to figure out how i wanna format my fics on here #and also give good descriptions #john entwistle #pete townshend #the who #townwistle #towntwistle #my fics ❤️#🍰

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voidimp · 7 months ago

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aril

oc: jules (he/him)

#he cant eat it so hes just being weird ig #oc: jules #ocs #also i am. still trying to figure out how i want to add oc names/pronouns to my captions #i feel like this is less clunky than my previous attempt. not sure how ill format it w multiple characters tho #anyway good morning !! i need to go to sleep .#i couldnt think of what to Actually caption this so its. pomegranate seed #gallery #sketchbook #lmao i never put this in my art tags...

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berrymoos · 1 year ago

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there was no demand for this <- does not care /silly ,, these r shorter than my others bc i don't have many concrete thoughts but i still Love the concept

❝ ✦（🍬🎲♥️🃏🌶️）✦ ❞

♠️ ━ regressor husk headcanons!

with a bunch of caregiver angel.

angel is the only one he trusts w his regression & the only one who even knows, but even then the discovery wasn't intentional; a particularly unpleasant run-in with alastor had left him disassociative & angel checking in on him was the straw that tore the camel's back into a million shreds. may or may not have been husk's first time ever feeling small, too ... so emotions r definitely running high (i say may or may not bc i genuinely Do Not know /hj)

it's a bit awkward between them after that bc neither of them really know What The Hell just happened, but eventually they work it out <333

nicknames (all of which from angel, of course <3) include: huskie, baby(cakes), & honey(pie). husk just calls him angel or, if particularly unwilling to use proper words, uses a very specific chirrup. i feel like there's gonna be a point down the road where he calls him tony too (*´꒳`*)♡

(also he called him angie once & to this day angel has been unable to let it go!!!)

generally prefers to be alone when he gets fuzzy-brained; husk doesn't do much when he's small anyways—8/10 he's napping & the other 20 percent consists of him just lounging around—so it's not exactly like he needs anyone to watch over him. he does enjoy angel's company very very much tho

kinda sorta hesitant abt the whole regression thing bc he's used to looking after everyone else; it's a weird shift, going from the most observant in the room to being too fuzzy to keep up w everything. there's a niggling voice in the back of his head that tells him he shouldn't or can't regress, that he's gotta be the watchful one bc how can he be sure someone else will? while angel's comfort is quite helpful in this regard, the voice still comes back every once in a while

doesn't regress really often & there isn't a drastic change in demeanor; he's more relaxed & he prefers for his bowtie n hat to be off

regresses more at nighttime bc there's a lesser chance of someone else finding out; also highly prefers his room bc of the comfort in familiarity

no set age range, he just gets fuzzy & feels smaller sometimes!

pretty quiet yet still capable of speaking, but he tends to lean more into catlike noises & habits—like short hisses when he's angry or scraping his claws on sturdy objects. yes he purrs when he n angel cuddle. this happens a lot bc husk loves cuddles (and canonically quite cuddly [￣∇￣])

when he wants attention he bumps his head against angel's arm or chin

blankets himself with his wings whenever he's upset or sleepy

telltale signs of regression: fidgeting with his wings and/or tail & relying more on noises than words. he normally shuts himself off in his room the moment he feels that fuzz forming over his brain, tho

more of a chewer than a paci-user cus of his fangs, so angel bought him a chewelry necklace. the shape is a fish. huskie nor husker is amused but they both appreciate the gift tremendously

isn't insanely big on having a ton of regression gear in general honestly. he's got maybe two chewelry necklaces & one stuffed bird to his name; it resembles the one he had in childhood. i don't think it has a proper name?? maybe just birdie

ohmygod he is so easily entranced by magic / card tricks it's ridiculous. literally it does not matter if it's a master's level trick or the simple "is this your card?", he'll be taking it all in with the biggest kitty eyes imaginable

not exactly bratty or particular but if he doesn't like something he will let it be known. like if angel startles him with a surprise tickle to his ribcage husk gives him the nastiest glare imaginable. doesn't even growl or anything, he just. glares. and the point is shot across like an arrow

he is like rarely ever in time out bc he doesn't really do anything? husk's regression normally consists of him layin around / sleepin, so he's never really up to anything troubling. the only time he's ever been in timeout is the day he just decided to press angel's buttons to be irritating & angel put him in timeout to prove a point 💀

really likes bananas. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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