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johnentwistlesbassguitar · 12 days ago

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Pairing: John Entwistle/Pete Townshend

Rating: explicit (sorta not too much sexual stuff)

Word count: 1k

Was introduced to the idea of feeder towntwistle but with swapped roles (Pete being the one getting fed) and I couldn't stop thinking ab it so...

John noticed that Pete hadn't been eating much lately, he was too consumed in his most recent project to remember. It made him dissapointed to see Pete so thin and sad looking he had to fix this. Walking up to Pete casually he decided if Pete wouldn't eat on his own then John would make him.

"Have you eaten today?" John asked, staring down at Pete, who was bent over some sheet music.

"Hmmm -" Pete was about to say he was fine, but he was cut off by a loud growl from his stomach. Maybe he was hungrier than he thought.

Seeing the way Pete flushed in embarrassment made John want to laugh. "C'mon, you should have something, I can cook for you"

Pete seemed a little surprised by John's offer, but he accepted, being cramped in his tiny home studio was starting to make him claustrophobic. Letting John help him up off the floor, they went down to the kitchen. Immediately, John started rummaging through Pete's cabinets, trying to figure out what to cook. Pete decided to just sit down and watch. He wanted to comment on how cute John looked, but he kept it to himself.

John made sure to find the biggest pan possible and choose the most calorie dense ingredients. Luckily, Pete had a lot of unused food lying around since he didn't cook much. It was making Pete anxious just how much John was preparing, I mean, he assumed that John was making it mostly for himself, right?

It didn't take long for John to finish preparing and slide his creation into the oven. Pete could practically smell how greasy and fatty whatever John had made was, he was off put but didn't say anything. He could tell that John had put on weight recently, and this was probably why. Not that Pete was unhappy about that. He just wasn't interested in picking up those same eating habits.

John set a timer and then joined Pete at the table. Looking Pete over, John could tell he hadn't washed his hair or changed his clothes in a while. Reaching over John started to comb his fingers through Pete's hair trying to make it look a little nicer.

Pete flinched, John felt a bit guilty for not warning Pete beforehand. "I'm just trying to make you look pretty for dinner," He grinned. Pete tried to keep calm as John ran his hands down his torso, smoothing the wrinkles in Pete's shirt. He could feel the warmth in John's strong hands. Leaning back, John gave Pete a once over. "Looking good," he nodded. Pete couldn't help but blush even if John's behavior was a little odd.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the timer John had set. He set dinner down on the table and scooped a large amount onto Pete's plate. Instead of eating, Pete just poked at it with his fork, trying to make it look like he was interested. He couldn't eat this, but on the other hand, he didn't want to make John feel bad. Also, he was fully aware he hadn't eaten anything for an unhealthy length of time. Unfortunately, John noticed his reluctance.

"Is my cooking not good enough?" He asked, trying to get sympathy from Pete even though he really didn't care what Pete thought.

"No, no! It looks fine...I'm just not very hungry, " Pete shrugged, trying not to meet John's eyes.

John had an idea. He picked up Pete's utensils and cut off a large chunk of his messy food. "Open wide," John asked as he held the fork up to Pete's mouth. Pete struggled to conceal his grossed out expression, John couldn't care less, though.

Hesitantly, Pete parted his lips just enough for John to fit the fork through. Pete was shocked that it wasn't as disgusting as he thought it'd be, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to eat much.

John smiled at Pete's compliance. "Good boy," he always had the overwhelming urge to praise Pete for everything. For some reason, John's words made Pete want more. It made John happy, so maybe it wasn't so bad.

Pete enjoyed the attention and the feeling of a warm meal in his stomach after barely eating for longer than he cared to remember. It was clear that John was loving feeding Pete and watching him eat.

After finishing his first plate, Pete already felt full, but John seemed so eager to feed him, and he'd made so much food a little bit more couldn't hurt. Without saying a word, John pulled the entire dish in front of them, Pete wasn't aware that John intended on making him eat the whole thing.

Pete only realized just how much he'd been fed when he felt like his pants were about to pop. He could've sworn they'd been too loose just a second ago. Either way, he wasn't interested in stopping. It disturbed him that it felt so good to be stuffed to the point of not wanting to move.

John reached down to press his hand into Pete's swollen belly. He couldn't stop picturing how adorable Pete would look with a little more weight on him. Maybe he'd have to make a habit of cooking for Pete. He moved his hand to squish Pete's expanding waist, Pete groaned and leaned into John's touch. Humiliation made Pete want to pull away, but John's hands just felt so amazing.

"So cute," John muttered, then picked the fork back up.

It was obvious that Pete was starting to get too full to do anything, but John didn't seem to mind he was willing to take care of Pete for the night. John continued to shovel food into Pete's mouth. He couldn't help but stare at how the buttons on Pete's shirt were barely holding together, parts of his pale belly visible through the gaps.

Soon enough, John finished up feeding Pete everything he'd made, Pete seemed slightly relieved at this he didn't think he could fit anymore in his stomach. John placed a kiss on Pete's tummy and squished it tenderly. Pete hiccuped and blushed. He was horribly embarrassed by his current state of helplessness.

John was still able to lift Pete up with ease despite his increased weight. Holding Pete tight, he brought him to his bedroom and laid him down on his back. Once he started to undress Pete, John noticed that he was rock hard. His eyes widened he couldn't just leave Pete like this.

"Awwww," John cooed pawing at Pete's crotch "would you like some help with that?" He made his voice sickly sweet.

Pete didn't have the energy to form words, but he moaned and pushed his erection further into John's hand. Slowly, John undid Pete's pants and slid his underwear off tossing both articles of clothing aside.

John gripped Pete's cock and tugged on it roughly. Pete couldn't help but let out a loud whine. It didn't take long for John to find just the right way to touch Pete, every stroke of his hand had Pete gripping the sheets and whimpering. Pete's panting got louder as John squeezed and pulled harder. It was embarrassing how quickly he came but with how tired he was he couldn't hold back. Hearing Pete moan his name made John so proud, nothing felt better than giving Pete any form of pleasure.

John bent down to kiss Pete's soft belly and sink his teeth into it. He adored the sight of his own marks on Pete's squishy body. The idea of showing off and worshipping Pete's belly made him excited. He'd have to remember to do that. It didn't matter to him that Pete would hate it. To John, Pete was the prettiest boy in the world and deserved more attention.

Feeling too tired to support himself anymore, John slowly lowered his body on top of Pete. At first, Pete seemed nervous, but John's heavy weight felt surprisingly pleasant. Despite not being able to move, Pete was completely comfortable underneath John. It was also comforting to know that however large Pete got John would always be bigger. John just tucked his face into the crook of Pete's neck. He was satisfied to know that Pete was finally getting the food and rest he needed.

#positive feedback would be greatly appreciated #if you have any 😅#ive been a litte insecure ab my writing as of late 😓#john entwistle #pete townshend #townwistle #my fics ❤️#🍰

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johnentwistlesbassguitar · 11 days 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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