Not Safe For Anything

Rusame (FEEDEE/FEEDER) (REQUEST-SLENDERFLUID)

//aaAAA!!!! Ive been  so flustered writing this >. < I hope you like it!! Slenderfluid
I was sure who you wanted as the roles, so I made Alfred dominate just because it seems more in character to him to be (and ive only watched about ten episodes so im not sure if im doing the personalizes right besides the superficial stuff ;;ovo, and the thought of a chubby ivan always!!! Makes me giggle I think its too!!! Precious!! He seems so adorable ok 

LOOK AT HIM
.. anyway
So here you go uwuwuwu again, if you want me to rewrite it to better fit what you wanted then I can!!//

The night was still young.
Glips of lavender and pink could have been seen from the window, the suns last beams shining fourth on Alfred. On other occasions he would have already went up, overdramtically shut them and gotten back down with a huff. But the lighting and the T.V was drained like background noise. Everything seemed to be with the man's thoughts.

His emotions were.. Mixed. Focusing back again at the boy, he was drowned in technology all around him. Blaring behind the blonde was some reality show he couldn't care less about.

What he really cared about was the arm wrapped tummy that Ivan hid so often from the world, and how he wanted to just take off the pajama button up that threatened to break so badly.
He could make out how his pudge would pop from the sewing and just estimate how many of the leftover cupcakes from the fridge it would take.

His face flushed, looking back down at the ground, gripping a pillow, imagining the scene.

Alfred wasn't the man to ponder on things like this. In fact, he never was a thinker, more of a do-er. Which is why he broke from his daze, and wrapped his arms around the bigger man.

Ivan, confused and looking at the man, squeaked slightly but gave a soft smile.

"Babe?" Ivan looked down at his boyfriend, who was now sitting in his lap, arms around his neck looking up.

Alfred smirked, pinching a small portion of his belly. "Someone's definitely been snacking and taking seconds, hasn't he?"

Ivan flustered and looked to the side, a nervous chuckle rattling from his throat.
"I-I guess I have put on a few, da?"

  Alfred chuckled, his hand sliding under his shirt and rubbing his side, kissing Ivan's cheek with a chuckle. "Probably more then a few from this perspective."

Alfred wanting to pull off the shirt, to tear it and kiss what's underneath. To feel his skin against his own, to kiss his neck and have his thick arms wrap around his body and pull him close. But knowing Ivan's soft sides for sweets.. It'll be worth it to wait for it.

Alfred got up and walked over to the nearby fridge, pulling out the small tray that was in there. It had twenty fist sized cupcakes, laced with heaps of blue and green frosting--chocolate pastery, of course, and a nice topping of sprinkles for some.  Ivan sat up from the couch with a confused look,

With a run through his hair Alfred came back on the couch with his legs crissed-crossed, eyes lining his boyfriend's plush chest and tummy.

  Before Ivan could even speak his mouth was closed up with the moist dough and blue frosting, chewing and trying to gather for air. Alfred saw as with little to no effort he devoured the hand-sized sticky sweet treat.

"W-what is this Alffie?"
"Don't we always do this babe? Cmon, I know you like it, you oversized teddy bear!"

He shoved another in his mouth, frosting splattering on his chipmunk like cheeks and crumbs dancing to his chest. The American gave a cheeky smile as he quickly devoured the cupcake, and how his tummy threatened to bust from the button up shirt, the soft flesh peeking through the holes, the seems cracking at the scenes from his girth.

Ivan wiped his mouth, his face tinging with red as he already felt slightly pained from the amount he's eatened, but he knew the man. He won't stop until he felt pleased, and that took.. A fairly long time.

Alfred held another cupcake, but pinched Ivan's flab again before doing so.

"Better be careful, looks like my teddy bear's gonna outgrow his shirt if he eats one more of these treats! But who am I kidding, you're a greedy lil bastard who never is full, and always wants more. There's just no way to satisfy my lil tubby!"

He shoved yet another cupcake in, and that was the push needed. Buttons flung off Ivan's shirt with great force, letting his tummy puff out more then ever. The squishy, pale skin was too hard for Alfred to not resist.

He placed his cold hand on Ivan's soft belly, slightly gripping it and rubbing it, fingers kneeing into it like dough. He always loved Ivan this way--a warm ball of love. True, he always was a bit chunky, but never before he was this. A heaven of tummy and thighs, an adorable, round face with those big violet eyes that seemed to match greatly with everything  Everything about him seemed amazing, like an exotic jungle the two has never been to before, and all the skinny man wanted to do was explore it.

One by one, the cupcakes disappeared into the chubby man's pit of a stomach, the pastries settling in fairly well, but Ivan was in pain. His stomach felt so congested and so miserable, it hurt to sit up or do anything for that matter. Alfred placed another hand on his partner's tummy, patting it down gently.

  "Too many cupcakes?"

Alfred plunged his fingers into his tummy, rubbing it in circles as Ivan gave soft burps and groans. His stomach was hard from the stuffing prior, and it was nearly impossible to get in deep. Little whines and wimpers rustled through his ears when he hit more sensitive skin as Ivan squirmed, trying to hide his flushed cheeks and body squirming.

The husky Russian giggled from his lover's tender and smooth touches across his thick pouch, retailing when he gave it kisses. Alfred smiled at his behaviors. He was too cute for his own good, a little, well more like a big dog.
Obedient, trustworthy, and definitely carrying lots and lots of cute, cuddly puppy fat