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Things Draco has definitely said at some point
  • “Harry, if you don’t stop molesting me with your eyes I’m going to throw you out of a second story window”
  • “If one more person mentions my hair I swear to god I’m going to commit first degree murder in front of like a hundred witnesses”
  • “That shirt is atrocious and I am ashamed to even know of its existence”
  • “What the fuck made you think that was okay on any level?”
  • “I hate you all”
  • “No, you plebeian, I do not want one of your germ-infested free samples they’ve probably been on that tray for years anyway”
  • “Oh god it touched me I’m going to have to cut off that foot now”
  • “I’m not a cat and the next person to compare me to one will find out what it feels like to have my entire foot up their ass”
  • “Coffee is god’s second most important gift to mankind, with the first being me, of course. Harry, stop laughing”
  • “I can’t tell if that’s a picture of a barf stain or your dog”
  • “Why would you ever”
  • “This conversation has officially bored me to tears, so I’m going to go do something more entertaining, like watch grass grow. Draco out.”
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Finally finished drawing all of the designs for the Voltron paranormal investigation team AU! Coran was a tour guide on ghost tours in his hometown before joining up the others (he’s a great performer and got rave reviews from patrons). Allura ran (and still runs) popular blogs across a bunch of social media platforms and posts about her solo investigations. After she and Coran are on the team, she handles a lot of the team’s PR and merchandising in addition to helping out with the ghost-hunts!

Keith and Pidge are here and here!

Lance and Hunk are here!

Shiro (and a fkin ghost lmao) is here!

oblivia-the-demigod81  asked:

Hi! Could you please do C1 of Lauren×Ham? If youre up for it. I dont wanna stress you out :)

thank you so much for requesting! <3 (also i hope that the fact this is colored makes up for how late this is ^^)

Homework Help

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Explicit Language

Word Count: 800

Summary: This is pure smut with not really any background.  That’s why it’s kind of short! Reader and Draco are in 6th year Defense of the Dark Arts class with Professor Snape.  Draco tells you he needs a little extra help with his homework.  At the back of the class, Reader gives Draco a little more than he bargained for, and Draco rewards reader with a little something extra. Basically just some smutty goodness ;) hope all my fellow dirty minded potterheads enjoy it.

A/N: I DO NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters. I also DO NOT own the Harry Potter plot nor do I own this gif.  I only own the scenes I create between my reader and Draco <3 <3

Originally posted by malfoypotterpoems

“What the bloody hell does Professor Snape mean?  I surely hope he isn’t demanding this reading assignment be due by the end of class,” Draco sneered to you in the back row.  “Because if he does, you can be sure–”

“That your father will hear about it, yes, we know.  Draco, it’s just a little reading assignment,” you leaned in and whispered in his ear.  

“Oh, don’t go all Hermione Granger on me.  I just don’t understand what he’s been droning on and on about for the past week and a half,” he groaned.  Turning towards you, he gave you a comical look.  “Why do you have that look on your face, y/f/n y/l/n?” He said lowly.  You bit your lip in response and traced your hand up his arm to play with the collar of his shirt.  You witnessed his eyes darken considerably, and you took this as a successful reaction.  

“Mmm, I was just going to let you know that Professor Snape looks very busy over there behind his desk.  I was only going to make a suggestion that he might not notice a little bit of risky business at the back of the classroom,” you leaned in and bit Draco’s ear seductively.  He responded by putting his large, masculine hand on your upper thigh under your skirt.  He tightened his grip and slowly caressed your thigh.  

“Oh, really?” He said lustfully.  He began to sneak his hand up coming ever so closely to your heated center.  He trailed his fingers gently across your smooth skin causing goosebumps to form in his path.  Just as he reached your panties, you put your hand down and stopped him.  

“Uh-uh, I want to do something for you first, baby.”  You placed his hand farther away from your crevice on your thigh, and continued your hand’s journey to his thigh.  

Feeling the silky smoothness of his pants, you traveled all the way up to his leather belt.  You silently asked for his help with your eyes, and he quickly obliged.  You both used your free hands to fumble with his belt, and finally, get it loose.  He pulled his hand back while you hastily pulled his zipper down.  As you sent a mischievous look in his direction, you lightly placed your hand over his covered member.  His boxers were already tightening as he continued to harden.  You then slipped your hand inside his boxers and gripped his manhood.  You pulled it out allowing it to spring free.  You moved your hand up and down at an agonizingly slow pace, and you carefully avoided his tip.  

“Fuck, y/n.  Stop bloody teasing me,” Draco whispered almost as if he was in pain.  You smirked and continued your actions.  

You swiped your thumb swiftly over his pink tip and wiped the precum off.  You brought your hand up to your mouth and licked your thumb attractively.  You swirled your tongue around your thumb mercilessly and lifted your eyes to Draco’s.  He stared at your tongue and closed his eyes in pleasure.  You quickly replaced your hand back on his hard member.  You continued to rotate your hand around it, occasionally swiping your thumb over his tip.  Multiple profanities quietly escaped Draco’s mouth.

You gasped when you felt his slightly cold hand press flat against your hot sex.  He gently rubbed his hand against your core circling his thumb over your clit.  You bit your lip to hold back your threatening moans.  When he dipped his fingers inside your lacy panties, you had to bring your hand up to your mouth to stifle a moan.  He brushed his fingers through your small amount of pubic hair and gently pulled on it causing you to increase your pace on his manhood.  He smirked and moved his hand lower into your folds.  

“Always so wet for me,” he murmured.  He gently pushed his middle finger inside of you and began a moderate pace.  You used your hand that wasn’t on his staff to rub your clit.  He added another finger, and you moved your hand down from his shaft to his balls.  You carefully felt them in your hand.  He gasped at your new approach and quickened his pace inside you.  

“Draco, I’m close,” you could barely form the words.  

“Cum for me, baby.”  You gasped loudly, and you clenched around his fingers.  You felt his member quiver and the warm cum squirt onto your hand.  He huskily groaned.  

“How was that for back of the class trouble making?” You laughed.  He smiled at you and placed a soft kiss on your lips. 

“I’m so glad you’re mine, love,” he leaned his head in and softly kissed your neck. 

 Who knew Defense Against the Dark Arts really could be dark and dirty?

seunghoon; sweet nothings

Originally posted by kpop-kdrama-kvariety

sidenote: dancer!AU where in which Seunghoon falls for a dancer who happens to be Minho’s best friend. 

Fluff, scenario of 2k words. 


The first time he met her, she was spontaneous.

Laughing breathlessly as she chased Minho through hallways that looped around the building’s practice rooms. He stood by the far right, startled as the two of them burst into the dance room, with her cackling on the floor when Minho collapsed into his embarrassing lack of stamina.

Seunghoon had long forgotten about the track he was contemplating on while he observed the odd pair wrestling over a phone that was presumably hers. He couldn’t help but be a little entertained at how oblivious she was, pulling Minho into a playful headlock making the fellow rapper whined in defeat. For someone her size the victory was quite impressive, that, or Minho was just being careful.

She wobbled as she got to her feet, brushing the disheveled locks off her flushed face in a hurry.

“Must you be so violent?!” Minho groaned into his hands and rolled onto his back.

“You could’ve just deleted the photo, Minho!”

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In The Waves

Pairing: Spencer X Reader


Warnings: none


Request by anon where Spencer and the reader share their first kiss at the beach.
Here it is ❤


You had just finished your morning workout when Spencer called. You answered and tried not to sound out of breath. “Hey, Spencer.”


“Good morning!” He sounded like he had already had three cups of coffee today. “Do you have any plans today?”


“I have to run to the store in a bit, but that can wait until later. Why? Did you want to do something today?”


“Well, do you remember what you were telling me about last week?”


“Do you mean when I said that I wanted to go to the beach as soon as the water wasn’t freezing anymore?”


“Yes, that. The water is supposed to be warmer today, still a little cold, but at least it should be bearable. Would you want to go today? I mean you don’t-” You stopped his cute rambling before he could talk himself out of it. “I’d love to, Spencer.”


“Great!” He sounded relieved. “Um.. should I pick you up or do you just want to meet down there?”


“Pick me up around eleven? I’ll be ready.” Even you could hear the smile in your voice as you talked for a while longer. You said goodbye and hung up, quickly taking a shower and putting on your light blue bikini. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a pink tank top, you brushed your hair after it dried. It was nearly time for Spencer to be there, so you grabbed your purse, and a bag with a few towels and sunscreen, slipping into your flip flops.


You opened the door to find Spencer with his hand raised, ready to knock. He had on swim trunks, a t-shirt, and a pair of flip flops. His dark sunglasses hid his eyes from you. He slowly dropped his hand, instead taking the bag with the towels and waiting for you to lock the door. He surprised you by taking your hand and leading you to his car, opening the door for you.


After you sat down, he closed the door and walked around to the other side. He threw the bag in the back seat and started the car, the drive there being filled with talk about work and how the last case had gone.

The beach was fairly popular today, so you took Spencer’s hand and led him along the shore until you found a spot just on the other side of a few boulders. It was a secluded spot that you had known about for years. The shallows stretched a bit further here, and there was a sand dune that blocked the other people from your vision.


You set out two of the towels on the sand, taking off your shoes before sitting down next to Spencer. You thought you could feel him staring at you, but couldn’t tell because of the sunglasses that still adorned his face.


Hours went by before either of you got up. You stood up first, turning to him. “I think I’m going to swim for a while. You coming?”


“Yeah.” He stood up and slipped his shirt off. Despite being tall and lanky, he was surprisingly well toned. You couldn’t help but stare as he put his shirt in your bag.

He could feel you staring at him throughout the day. He had been so nervous when he called you, thinking that you’d say no just like the rest of the team usually did when he asked them to go somewhere with him. He’d been over the moon happy when you’d said yes.


He had seen you biting your lip as you glanced at him earlier, as though you had wanted to say something, but had decided against it. He had liked you ever since you first started at the BAU, so when he turned around and witnessed you take your shirt off, your shorts already on your towel, he was happy that his glasses hid his eyes. He could feel them widen considerably as he took in your form, running to the water and diving in immediately.  


He was quick to follow, coming up behind you and splashing you lightly. You turned around, a smirk on your face as you splashed him back, diving under while he was distracted. You accidentally touched his leg as you went by, giving away your position. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and marching back to the shore.


Stepping onto the sand, he slipped, dropping you and landing on top of you, his head landing on your chest. You giggled as he lifted his head, his face red from embarrassment. “S- Sorry, (Y/N). I didn't… That wasn't….”

You stopped his apology by placing your hand on his cheek and tugging him up to meet your lips. His were slightly chapped, gliding against yours as he deepened the kiss.


When he pulled back, questions at the ready, you pecked his lips one more time. “I like you, Spencer. I have for a while. Maybe we could go for coffee tomorrow? As a date?”


He smiled down at you. “I’d love that-”


Your phone started ringing a minute before Spencer’s went off. “I guess we’ll have to do it when we get back. At least they didn’t call us in for a case earlier.” He kissed you again before tugging you up off the ground and collecting your things, leading you back to his car.

@dontshootmespence @criminally-yours @crimindsaspe @criminal-minds-fanfiction @valiantlyprofoundcheesecake @mishacastiel @hanny-bananny @milkandcookies528

[..a finger, in too deep; gently pulling at scabs- exposure
to the rusting- a wound blooming like a flower, petal after
petal. scab after scab- opening; a discovery on my hands,
a mild excavation of a previously unseen world..]

an unseen word as a house on his blood vessel, that
flinches every couple of minutes. a voice; a history of leaving
being handed to a cotton ball, to soak up all the blood-
here is the house again, with a wall, that’s unbreakable.

opening wider, there’s a bone that’s taken a beating; fighting
constantly between what it is, and what it is not- the act of
pretension wears something down like nothing else; there’s a
leak, the blood has seeped in- the paint flaking away /

fading away, a facade that holds the hurt. the pain, that
wasn’t caught to escape, showing its face; and a damp softness
that doesn’t know where to go; and a naked vulnerability
caught between tired muscles- a discovery on my hands;

his blood pouring out and staining my shirt. a mild excavation
of his anatomy, for me; and an unseen word, on our mouths-
an open wound, pouring blood  /a healing scab, blooming in
harsh winter, and my white shirt- a witness, and the victim.

ANATOMY // NAPOWRIMO 19/30 [LIT NIGHT * 30 Poetry Prompts for national poetry month 2017- Open a wound & write about what you find inside.]

I will take my screwdriver.

Originally posted by steviepinkiepierogers

Originally posted by welcometoplanetrandom

That is probably not what you expected. Bit to be honsest, i regret nothing :D

Enjoy!


Steve groaned hearing loud rock music coming from Tony’s science lab. He hided his head in his pillow hoping to block music which made his head throbbing. How in hell Stark got up so early and got to his lab? He would normally sleep at least to noon, and then after half hour of staring at his coffee cup he would decide to drink it and then go to his lab.

Steve looked at clock standing on his bedside table and moaned unhappy. It was 6 in the morning.

He rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling hoping that it was just bad dream. After few minutes he lost his hope and got up, ready to reprimand Stark for his behavior at that early hour, after very hard mission they were only the day before.

Dressed only in his sweatpants, wit out shirt and with are foots he leaved his room, heading right to the source of the music, which was, as he expected, the science lab, not far away from the common room of the Avengers headquarters. Walking through the room he saw Bucky and Natasha, sitting with cups of coffee, already after theirs morning training session. His best friend waved at him with smile. He waved, not really paying attention at anything that wasn’t source of AC/DC Highway to Hell. He heard giggle of Natasha behind him, but payed it no mind.

He get into the lab and immediately turned off the stereo, sighing with delight when it got quiet in the room. His satisfaction didn’t last long, because of loud “The hell you did asshole” coming from behind the shelves. It wasn’t Tony’s voice.

From behind the shelves comes short (h/c) girl with frown on her face dirty from grease in tight white tank top and jeans shorts. He looked her from head to toes, taking in her whole appearance, noticing her torn sneakers. He swallowed hard his saliva looking into her (e/c) eyes, witch beside the color looked just like Tony’s.

“You are going to answer me, or should I push a screwdriver up your ass and turn it until you start to walk as a good little solider on a crank?” He opened his lips slightly, not knowing what to say. Never in his live has he meet girl as mean and pretty by the way as her. “If you are not gonna talk, then I suggest, you turn on my stereo and leave before I will take my screwdriver.” Still stunned, Steve turn on the stereo and left the lab.

He get into the common room with big eyes, still not knowing what just happened. He looked at Natasha who were laughing really hard.

“I see you met (y/n).” She said when she finally calmed down.

“W-who is this girl?” He looked behind him at the girl who were working on one of Tony’s latest project, as if she was in her own home, jumping slightly to music, and occasionally waving her head to the rhythm, making her (h/c) hair to get on her face and into her mount and eyes. Who the hell she was?!

“It’s (y/n).” Said Tony coming into the kitchen and pouring himself a coffee, clearly not happy of being woken up so early. He looked at Steve, and sighed seeing confusion still written on his face. “My sister? The world numero uno in science and mechanics, at least in women category? Really? Noting? I told you all yesterday that she is stopping by, to have a little Tet-a-Tet with my lab.” Steve was looking at Tony as if he had just told him, that elephants are flying. Stark sighed and rubbed his face. “That’s how you are listening to what I’m saying.”

“You have sister?” Tony shoot his hands up.

“No it’s my brother, don’t pay attention to boobs, it’s family thing. Yes, I have a sister, her name is (y/n) and if I see any of you closer than five meters from her, I’m personally gonna kick your ass.” Steve nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his mind around the though that Howard Stark had not one, but two kids and that they both were extremely rude…

“Antony, if you drank whole coffee, could you please make some more?”

“Of course (y/n/n).” Correction. Extremely rude for him. He looked at the girl who get out of the lab and sat on the couch next to Natasha, introducing herself to Bucky. He looked at Tony, who were making more coffee at the kitchen island. After a while go comes closer to him, leaning at one of the chairs.

“Is she staying for long?” Tony just shrugged his shoulder.

“As long as she want. She was in Asia for quite a while, and don’t have a place to go.” Blonde nodded again and looked at the girl. She was pretty, even beautiful, but she was acting just like her brother, or at least he observed it so far.

“Alright. I don’t want to sound mean, but who the hell are you, and why are you looking at me?” She turned around to look Steve right into eyes. Super Solider quickly looked at his feet, feeling blush appearing on his face. She raised her eyebrow. “Is he mute, deaf or just really stupid?” Tony rolled his eyes, coming to her and giving her cup of coffee.

“It’s Steve, or Captain America as you want. He is just really shy little girl in ‘grow men’ body.” (y/n) made sound that she understand what her brother had just told her.

“So this is the infamous Captain I-have-broom-im-my-ass America.”

“Language!” tony reprimand he satirically, which made both of them laugh. Steve groaned, sitting at the kitchen island. He got a felling that this is going to be really long visit. Bucky stood from his spot on the couch and get to his best friend.

“You two would be a sweet couple.” He whispered on his ear and laughed at the face his friend made.


*


Three months of being woken up on six in the morning by loud rock music later, Steve found himself looking at every move (y/n) made with lovesick puppy eyes and stupid smile on his face every time she talked to him.

It started innocently. Waking up on early morning hour, Steve would get up from his bed and go to the kitchen, where he make coffee and pour it to (f/c) cup with flowers and give to her. First few times it wasn’t pleasant. Wherever he come into the lab, you would throw daggers at him if he was to close to your stereo, calming down only when he would put her coffee on the desk. After three or four days of that, she started to smiled at him and thanked him for it.

Before he know it, Steve was looking forward the rare occasions of where she wasn’t in the lab. Instead of this, she would sit in the armchair, with cup of cinnamon-orange tea, in the oversized (f/c) sweater, leggings, and fluffy socks on her feet, with hair wet after the shower, sticking to her face, slightly parted lips and book in her hand. He would then sit on the sofa, pretending to read a newspaper in his hands, but really looking at her with affection in his eyes and blush, every time she looked up and smiled at him.

Of course, Bucky saw it first, and immediately informed Natasha about it. And then started their teasing and jokes of his behavior from them. They started to mess with him, occasionally asking (y/n) of her opinion of his hair or clothes, which she commented in her Stark-sarcastic way, making him blush every time.


“I bet a tenner that before Steve confess his feelings for (y/n/n), she will be long married with at least two children, big house with white fence and dog… named Steve.” Bucky said, placing money on the coffee table. Natasha nodded her head slightly, and she put the same amount of money next to Bucky’s.

“I say, he will do it after she get old, buried her husband AND Steve-the-dog, and decide to marry again, this time with cybernetically programmed butler of her second son.” Steve groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“Could you guys give me a brake? And where the hell you two get an idea of her naming dog Steve?” He looked at them, but quick looked at the lab doors, which opened. (y/n) walk into the kitchen and poured herself some tea.

“Hey (y/n), if you would have a dog, how will you name him?” At Bucky’s question she looked up, thinking for a while before looking at him with grin.

“Steve.” Both assassins laughed, while super solider blushed and put his forehead on the table top. (y/n)’s smile only grew bigger and she sat with them. “Why you ask?”

“Because Steve…” said man looked hard at his friend who just smiled. “Didn’t believe us that you would name that dog.” She giggled.

“I will, just to mess up with him. OK, I have to get back to work. When you see Sam and Wanda, tell them that I will go to the shop first thing in the morning, and ask them what they wanted.”
“Sure thing, doll.” She kissed Bucky on the check and went to the lab. Steve looked at his friend with fake betrayal on his face. He just smiled like a cat that got cream and patted Natasha on the shoulder. “Come on, we have a training session. Let’s leave Mr. too-scared-to-act, alone.” Redhead nodded standing and going after him, waving to Steve, who just groaned again and started to hit his head on the table.


“Could you stop? You are devastating my beautiful table.” He looked at older of the Stark sibling.

“Tony, can I as you something?”

“Whatever you say, I’m not borrowing you my car.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“It’s about (y/n).”

“You are not dating her.” Said Tony and started to read his newspaper.

“What are you…?”
“I’m not stupid capsicle. I know how are you looking at her, and no, you can’t date her.”

“I believe it’s not your choice.”

“And yet you are asking me about it. Listen Steve.” Tony looked at him, putting his paper down. “I know what kind of men you are and no. I will not let you be with her, simple because I don’t trust you enough to protect her. She is my sister, and I will do everything to make sure, nothing will never happened to her. And you are… you. You are good man, but not for her.” Steve felt as his heart stopped for a moment.

“So you don’t trust me, that I will keep her have?” Tony raised his eyebrow.

“I just know you, and I know that if something will seem more important for you than her, then you will choose that thing instead of her. And I can’t let that happened.” They looked in each other eyes for a while, before Steve opened his mouth.

“Nothing will be more important than her.”
“You say it now. No one knows what will happen.” Stark stood up and toke his newspaper. “You may try, but if you will hurt her, you will not come out of it alive.” With that he left Steve, who sighed.


*


Next morning Steve woke up to almost unnatural silence in the building. First, he thought that he got deaf. He looked at the clock. It was half past six. He furrowed his brow and got up, dressing quickly and going to common room, where stood almost whole team, with out Tony, who were in the lab.

“What’s going on?”
“Oh, sleeping beauty is awake. Good. (y/n)’s missing.”

“Wasn’t she suppose to go to the store?”

“She canceled it yesterday evening, when she found out that Sam was at the store.” Steve furrowed his brow. If she wasn’t at the lab, nor in her armchair, then where were she?

“Redwing found something.” Sam announced, going to the direction of where his droid was.

At the garden, right behind the building were signs of a struggle. Steve felt as if some cold hand dug through his skin and grabbed his stomach. He crouched down and looked at the ground.

“Natasha, go and check monitoring record. Sam, you Bucky and T'challa are going to check whole terrain around. Look for everything and report to me immediately when you found something, anything that will tell us, where she could possibly be. Vision check lab, if there is any clue. And Wanda go look in her room.” Everyone looked at Steve in shock. His tone was cola and face hard, just as his eyes. He looked at everyone. “Now!” They got to their quest at hand immediately. He rubbed his face and looked at Tony. “You should check your mail. There is possibility that someone kidnapped her for ransom.”

“Yeah, come.” They get inside, going to Tony’s office.


After almost three hours, Natasha got into the room with wide eyes. Both men looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“I checked records. You should see that.” She got to Tony’s computer and put pendrive into USB point. “hmm… there.” She showed them the record of (y/n) being attacked and kidnapped by three man, dressed all in black. Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

“I know who they are.” He got up and went to his closed where he kept his armor. “They will not want any ransom. They will kill her. Call everyone. We have to go.”


*


Whole team landed at the forest near the big abandoned hangar, where (y/n) were held hostage. Carefully, they neared building, carefully, not to disclose themselves. Steve felt uneasy. He was nearly sure that there should be some guards, but everything were quiet, without any sighs of anyone.

When they got into the building, they stopped dead on their track, seeing nearly twenty man laying cold on the ground. Everyone was thinking the same think. What the heck happened here?! After a moment, they snapped back to reality, tearing sound from one of the rooms near them.

When they opened doors, ready to fight with whoever was in there, they stopped shocked, seeing (y/n), in her pajama from night before, sitting on top of the table with jars of peanut butter and jam next to her and with sandwich in her hand. She looked up and them and smiled happily.

“There you are. Good for you, I would turn your lives into living hell, if I would have to come home on foot.” She bite her meal and chewed on it, waving her legs. She stopped seeing their eyes staring at her. “What? I have something on my face?”

“What the fuck happened here?” She laughed at Natasha.

“I did not tall you that I am a badass?”

“You beat them? There is like twenty of them!” She jumped to the ground and throw your half eaten sandwich behind you.

“Twenty one to be exact. Yeah. I am trained badass.” She grinned. Steve was looking at her in ave before he dropped his shield and get to her, taking her cheeks in hands and kissing her.

It took her a while to proceed what is going on, but when she get whats going on, she quickly pulled off of him and knocked him out. She whipped her lips and looked at the rest of them.

“If anyone who isn’t Leonardo DiCaprio will do it again, I’m gonna kill you.” She pushed between them and went to the main doors. Everyone laughed, and Bucky bro-fisted Natasha.

“I forgot to tell him, that she will be the one who will kill him.” Tony said with smile, going after his sister. “Can someone pick Steve up?”

anonymous asked:

It's beca and Chloe's first time having sex since they started dating and beca is really nervous so Chloe takes control? Thanks! :)

Beca feels Chloe move on top of her as their mouths stay connected and she feels that same feeling she does every time their make out session intensifies; that heavy feeling that drops low into her stomach and her heart going a thousand miles an hour. She feels like a teenage boy who gets to go to second base for the first time, and she really wish she didn’t need air to keep going, that Chloe’s movements against her body were enough to keep her alive, but it doesn’t unfortunately and she breaks up the kiss.

“You okay?” Chloe asks while running her tongue over her bottom lip.

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Feeding Frenzy

This was a glorious submission to me from @dumdumdrawstumtums that they gave me as a birthday present. I did not write this but I wish I could take credit. But it is too good not to share. Go shower them with praise. I am merely the host for this as it was a gift. Also I now love the word Bluenette. Expect to see it if it comes up. 


 The trouble with Kirisaki High seemed to come out of nowhere, much like their rise to prominence in the world of high school competitive swimming. The latter phenomenon wasn’t what bothered the swim team of Samezuka Academy - on the contrary, they welcomed healthy competition regardless of how far left-field it arrived from. But, as the boys soon discovered, the rivalry with them was anything but healthy…

        Rin Matsuoka stood before his gathered team, staring down at the clipboard in hand containing the information for his announcement. “Alright guys,” he nearly muttered. He still wasn’t adjusted to his position as team captain, and he certainly didn’t carry the same commanding voice Seijuurou had. “Looks like our next match is against.. ‘Kirisaki High’?” The inflection in his voice matched the expressions on the faces of several of his teammates before him.

        Kazuki Minami was the only one able to speak up when their captain returned their confused looks. “I think they were only established last year, like Iwatobi. Their starting year was pretty lackluster, so they were never even acknowledged by our school.” He ignored the way quite a few of his team members’ chests puffed up in pride by that remark and continued. “It wasn’t until this year that they seemed to get serious. They’ve somehow been curbstomping every team they’re pit against. It’s been a total mystery how they’ve been able to improve so drastically.”

        That ominous information lingered with a heavy silence amongst the boys, until a certain enthusiastic, orange-haired newbie, Momo, broke it. “Then we’ll just put 'em in their place by kicking their butts!” Immediately the mood took a complete 180, another teammate jumping in with a “Yeah, underdogs or not, their winning streak will stop here!” Nitori quipped with an uncharacteristically loud “Yeah!”, and Sousuke, ever the taciturn, merely smirked in agreement. Rin, as their captain, beamed at his team’s unwavering spirit. Nodding in approval, he dismissed their meeting and began a practice that carried a boost in energy.

       That energy carried to the end of training, when Rin decided to take them on a congratulatory outing for food. The full team was in tow as he took them into the heart of the town their academy was nestled in, hunting for a good place to eat for the evening. The entire time browsing was spent with Momo whining about his hunger, Nitori trying to shush him, Toru and Shouta causing mischief, Sousuke (thankfully only once) somehow getting lost from the group, and Rin becoming increasingly certain that 20 years was being shaved off from his lifespan over a team he was now even more convinced he had no business being captain for.

        Right when the redhead was a hair’s-width away from barking at the lot of them that their little field trip was officially cancelled, the group was abruptly intercepted.

        “So, you’re the guys of Samezuka? The ones we’re supposed to beat?”

        Standing before them was another, smaller group, consisting of five guys. Two were quite tall, one nearly six feet with cropped, cream-colored hair, lean muscle, and all the signs of a punk, the other standing about as tall as Sousuke and carrying the same sort of imposing build, with hair a dark green, almost sickly-colored and gathered in a messy bun. Two were at least as tall as Momo, with one of average build and black hair brushed to the side, and the other with a wirey frame and sandy-blond hair parted and styled in a way that would have better suited a 90s American teen. The one standing at the front, and who had spoken to catch the Samezuka team’s attention, carried practically the same height and impressive musculature as Rin himself, but with unruly, slightly wavy hair of a chilling icy blue, which perfectly matched the quality of his smirk.

        Rin instantly despised the lot of them. However, while his frown revealed his contemptuous feelings, he still tried to keep things formal, as much as he was able to muster, anyway. “Something like that. And I take it you’re the team from Kirisaki High?”

        The way they all smiled - no, sneered - confirmed his assumption before the frontman, obviously their captain, responded. “Hey, you’re a sharp one~ My boys and I always like to get a good luck at our competition. You know, before we kick their asses.” The tall one with the cropped hair jumped in with a laugh that would’ve repulsed hyenas. “Yeah, makes the before-and-after of their ass-whoopin’s that much sweeter!” The two shorter ones joined in laughing, the blonde’s nearly shrill, the brunette simply chuckling. The tallest of them seemed more interested in having a stare-down with Sousuke than joining in the jeering.

        The Samezuka captain was doing everything in his power to stop himself from flying into them. It was guys like these that pissed him off the most, and they had the audacity to try to intimidate his team like this?

        Oh, hell no.

        The scowl on Rin’s face suddenly shifted into a grin, a reaction that made his counterpart’s eyes narrow. “Y'know, I couldn’t agree more on a victory like that.” His teammates gave their captain inquisitive glances behind him, before he continued. “So thanks for going out of your way to give us a good look at those mugs of yours. Cuz nothing will be sweeter than seeing those smug expressions wiped clean when we eat you alive.”

        Rin finished off with not so much a smile as he was baring his sharp teeth. It was a display that unnerved the five guys on an almost instinctive level, and the balance between the two groups shifted. The Samezuka boys all stood proud after watching their captain tell these punks off. The Kirisaki gang all scowled, their captain especially. “Just you wait, we’ll see who gets wiped out,” he growled. The two captains glared daggers at one another, until the bluenette turned tail and stormed away, the rest of his team trailing after him.

        The redhead crossed his arms and huffed, seeing off their retreating forms with a steely demeanor… which was immediately ruined when his team began whooping and cheering for him, snapping him out of his guardian mode when Momo wrapped an arm around his neck and Sousuke patted him on the back. The rest of the team swarmed him immediately after, Nitori standing to the side to giggle uncontrollably at the scene. Rin fluctuated between annoyed and barely restrained humor while trying to stay on his own two feet before he was able to calm everyone down.

        “Alright, alright! C'mon, we were looking for a place to eat, right?”

        Reminded of their original purpose before the nasty encounter, the rest of the guys simmered down and a restaurant was found soon after. Unfortunately, it was their captain himself who seemed to have a harder time of simmering. The team, seated at a long table, all had trouble eating while watching their captain tear into his meal with near animalistic ferocity. Sousuke, seated across from his lifelong best friend, was well-acquainted with what he would call Rin’s 'feeding frenzies.’ It always happened when he was ticked off, where he became one hell of an emotional eater. There was no helping it, besides clearing away empty plates and praying he didn’t choke.

        “Mmf.. stupid bastards…” Rin grumbled between mouthfuls. “Who the hell *gulp* do they think they are?” He downed the rest of his glass beverage and stifled a burp just before digging his pointed teeth into a large row of ribs drizzled in sweet bbq (though the others were sure he wasn’t even tasting that), big enough that it took up most of his plate. “Shoulda beat all their asses for pulling that…” In no time flat all the succulent meat had been ripped clean from the bones, leaving them scattered on a plate that was carelessly shoved aside in favor of another filled with more food.

        The Samezuka captain was eating like he swam - at an unwavering, breakneck speed that could set local records if anyone could snap out of their gawking long enough to keep track. The waitress never strayed too far away from their table, given that in under half a minute the redhead would be ordering whatever his eyes laid on next on the menu, and his glass that was constantly needing refilled. And given the ferocity he ate it all with, no one was willing to question his lack of decorum - though they did wonder where he was putting it all.

        That answer was a privilege only for those sitting on either side of him. On his right was Nitori, whose gaze kept darting between the endless food that kept disappearing… and down to where it was all ending up. While others weren’t able to see it, the small teammate was witnessing his senpai’s white shirt beneath his open jacket steadily tightening with the swelling of his abs. It was almost unreal seeing the pace at which his belly was expanding. His already form-fitting shirt was leaving little to the imagination: the curve began just below his pecs, arching outward to a peak where his bellybutton must have been (already sticking out nearly five inches from his muscular body), then sloping back down and disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, where the button valiantly held on against the strain.

        Rin, of course, was paying no heed to the state of his clothing nor the eyes lingering on him or his growing middle. He simply kept clearing plate after plate, chugging glass after glass, and murmuring swear after curse towards the ones who put him in this mood. The whole affair carried on for nearly an hour, time that barely anyone at the table registered, and probably would have continued to ignore, if it hadn’t been for the climactic finish to their captain’s rampage.

        Rin had just finished his sixteenth plate when he almost mechanically sat back in his seat to await the next serving. But at that point, the pants button that had to this point barely withstood the pressure applied to it, suddenly lost its battle with a loud 'SNAP!’, a startled hiccup from the culprit, and a pained yeowl from Shouta who got beaned square in the forehead by the projectile. No one drew attention to him though, because now with Rin sitting up, everyone had a good view of their captain’s gut that was now free to round out to its fullest. A testament to his gluttony tonight, it bowed outward practically half a foot in an oval shape, lined at the front with the ridges of his stretched - though still clearly defined - abs; a true musclegut. Its owner looked down at it curiously, just now registering the effects all his eating had on his stomach. He ran his hands along the edges of it, appraising its tightness, before he suddenly let loose a loud, ringing belch that rattled the silverware around him.

        Finishing the grandiose proclamation, he sighed and slumped in his chair. “Phew, okay, I think I’m done…” Everyone was stunned, either by the insane capacity of their captain’s appetite, or the underwhelming reaction he had to it. Only Sousuke, who held a raised brow at the scene, looked comparably unperturbed. This was the inevitable conclusion to his frenzy… albeit still an impressive one. “Feel better?” he asked, to which he got a thumbs up from his friend who was otherwise busy contentedly rubbing his belly.

        It took a few moments for everyone to collect themselves enough to begin fishing out money to pay for their meals. While Rin would have resolved to fork over the exorbitant amount to his own lengthy bill, it seemed his team had all come to a silent agreement to join together to cover at least most of the cost - payment for the show, as it was. With that, the Samezuka team departed from the bewildered restaurant, Rin finding support from Sousuke as he carried his food baby back to the dorms.

        It had been a few days since that eventful night, and the weekend was underway. Rin had digested down his meal at a speed almost as alarming as it took to eat it all. If it hadn’t been for the slight lump to his abs showing during practice Friday the next day, his team could have easily mistaken the entire thing as a warped dream. Regardless, he was back to his trim self by Saturday (a fact only Sousuke was privy to), and everything settled into quiet, peaceful tranquility…

        … Which was very, very strange.

        It almost came as a relief that, when it was well into the afternoon, there came a fervid knocking at the two seniors’ door. They answered it to see Nitori standing there looking incredibly worried. Rin and Sousuke looked down at him expectantly.

        “S-sorry, senpais, it’s just… have you heard from Momo at all..?” The two looked at each other. It was weird that they hadn’t seen or heard a peep from the spazztic boy all day. Nitori’s distress only worsened when they shook their heads in response. “He was just going off for another of his weird bug hunts, but he’s always back by the time I finish… my.. r-reading.” The two listeners opted to ignore that as the silver-haired boy hurriedly continued. “Something’s wrong, I just know it!”

        Rin sighed in exasperation and brushed his hair back. “Alright, I’ll text some of the other guys and see if they know anything. I’m sure he just got sidetracked by something. You know how short his attention span is.” Hardly reassured, Nitori lingered while Rin began tapping away at his phone. But with every message he received back, his and even’s Sousuke’s concerns were increasing. Nobody had heard anything from him today. Nitori was on the verge of tears while Rin mulled things over.

        “I guess there’s no helping it. We’ll have to go out and find him,” he decided. Sousuke and Nitori nodded in agreement, and the three headed out. With none of the other students witnessing Momo return from leaving the academy, their only option was to venture into town. The search was a long one, spanning well towards evening, given there were only three of them to fan out, and Sousuke had to stick with Rin so there wouldn’t be two people to search for. Rin kept texting back at the school asking if Momo had come back, but the answer was always negative. Dusk was fast approaching, and they were getting worried that the authorities would have to be involved. Just as that was looking to be the only option when their search through downtown was proving fruitless, something in an alleyway caught Sousuke’s eye: orange hair.

        “Rin, over there,” he nodded in that direction before taking off, his friend following after him. What they saw stunned them both. It was Momo alright, but he was slumped over against the brick wall, looking ragged and lifeless like a discarded doll. There were stains on his clothes - especially his pant legs. Red stains. Rin knelt down, shaking the limp boy’s shoulder. “Momo?! Momo!” To both his and Sousuke’s immense relief, their teammate and friend stirred after a pained groan. His eyes fluttered open, gaze focusing below Rin’s face.

        “Cl… cleavage…?”

        … At least he was conscious enough to process that. Sousuke smirked while Rin resisted the urge to smack him. “Oi. Up here, dumbass,” the senior growled. Recognizing the voice now, Momo’s eyes (or rather, eye, since one was swelled shut) darted up, fully revealing his bloodied and bruised face. “What the hell happened to you?” the older redhead asked, tone shifting from annoyed back to fretful. Momo squinted, as if recalling the memory itself hurt.

        “I was out looking for beetles… when I spotted those jerks from the other day. That.. team from Kirisaki. They were all huddled together in this alley. I… thought I them holding a map. It turned out to be the layout to our school. I listened in on them. They were talking about the pool… I think.. I think they plan on doing something to it tonight.”

        Rin and Sousuke looked at each other. “I’ll tell Nitori to get over here,” Sousuke muttered, and began dialing his number while Rin turned back to Momo. “Then what? They saw you..?” Momo nodded. “Yeah… Dragged me in here and uh.. I.. I think they broke my legs. Then busted my phone so I couldn’t call for help…” His voice broke off then as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to fight back the tears spurred on by the memory, the pain, and his disappointment at what his injuries entailed. “I-I’m sorry, senpai..!”

        “Don’t…” Rin’s teeth were gritted, eyes glossed with tears out of sorrow and a rising fury that burned like an inferno at his core. “Don’t apologize, Momo. You did what you could. And now I’m gonna do my part, and make them pay…” Nitori was rushing onto the scene then, and let out a strangled gasp upon seeing the terrible state his friend was in. While he blubbered over his dormmate, Sousuke, who’d heard most of the exchange, approached Rin when he stood back up.

        “You’re gonna confront them?” Rin nodded, scowl still etched into his face, and Sousuke’s frown deepened in turn. “Then I’ll–”

        “You need to help Nitori take Momo to the hospital.” Sousuke’s eyes widened. “But you need backup if…” Again Rin cut him off. “Kazuki and Takuya are visiting their families, and the rest can’t fight for shit. I’m not risking anyone else getting hurt.” Sousuke glowered at his friend. He wasn’t thinking clearly… At least, that was his belief, until Rin stared him dead in the eye. In those red orbs Sousuke saw an unmistakable spark. “I know our school better than they do. Don’t worry,” the captain spoke evenly, “I’ll handle this.”

        The two continued their stare-off for another moment, the taller of the two still uncertain, but he finally relented. “I’m still coming back as soon as I’m able,” he stubbornly assured, before going over to carefully lift Momo up with Nitori’s aid. The pained gasp that elicited hurt them all. But the sun was setting, and night’s arrival would also usher in the Kirisaki team. Giving his three friends one last look, Rin turned heel and ran back towards the academy…

        It had been well after an hour after that, with night falling and students dutifully staying in their dorm rooms. All except one, of course. Rin had returned to the academy, and was standing guard near the entrance to the pool room. He wore a hoodie, concealing his face from the view of security cameras that were placed here and there throughout building. He had no idea where those bastards planned to enter the school from. But they would show, that much he knew. Tonight was gonna be their only opportunity before the match next week, and they were probably smug enough to think they’d silenced their only witness. Rin’s fists clenched tight. All he could do, would do, was wait.

        Suddenly, voices caught his ear. Faint, but slowly approaching. Narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw, Rin was prepared to meet them head-on. That was, until he could make out the words of their captain. “Alright, you know the plan. Osamu, Hosei, go disable the cameras, and be quick about it. Botan, make sure no one catches them. Hideki, you’re with me.”

        Rin’s mind reeled with this new information. They were splitting up, and he knew exactly where each was going. This changed things, and Rin was liking his odds more. Silently slinking away from what was originally intended as the spot for battle, Rin headed off towards the security room.

        Taking the long way zig-zagging through the halls ensured him that he would arrive after the three sent to that room. Sure enough, when he peeked around to the corner to the hallway where the door to the security room was located, he spotted who was assigned guard duty. Rin could see just enough of his face beneath his own black hoodie to identify him as the tall one with the shaved head - Botan, his name must have been. The guy was leaning boredly against the wall beside the door, scuffing his shoe against the floor. The two others must have already been inside. This was Rin’s opportunity.

        He stepped out from around the corner, catching Botan’s attention in the process. The guy jolted up in alarm and turned to face him. “Hey! Who the hell’re you?” To answer his question, Rin raised his head enough for the punk to get a good look as he approached. At first the other’s eyes flared wide, but then his lips peeled back into a wide grin. “Ohh, you. Guess the twerp managed to tattle on us after all. Knew I shoulda broken his jaw while we were at it.” He could see the scowl that triggered from the redhead, and his sadistic cackling only worsened it. With child-like glee he sought to egg the Samezuka captain on further. “Yeah that’s right, we beat the living shit out of him. I had a real fun time stomping on his kneecaps. I dunno what was sweeter, the crunching or the screaming!”

        With an animalistic growl Rin charged toward him, faster than he could have predicted, and landed a punch across his jaw that sent him spinning back with a pained squeal. Regaining his balance, Botan hunched and held his throbbing jaw, before looking back at the one who’d landed the blow. The redhead was standing ready, too enraged to bother with paying him the kindness of words. Now scowling himself, Botan straightened back up and rushed at him, throwing his own punch. But it hit nothing but air, Rin seeing the attack coming by a mile and swerving out of its way and delivering another punch to his solar plexus. Breath knocked out of him, the punk stumbled back again, hood flung back off his head in the process.

        “You’ve never been in a fair fight in your life, have you?” Rin growled. Arms wrapped around his middle and wheezing, Botan gave him a startled look from being called out. Obviously it was true. He’d always beaten up guys clearly weaker than him, or had his buddies to gang up on those who posed a threat. Rin curled his nose in disgust. “You’re a disgusting–”

        “SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!” Rage fueling a recovery even Rin couldn’t predict, Botan wildly swung at him again, intending to knock a few of his freakish teeth out of his maw. This time, his fist did find purchase… inside his opponent’s mouth. A pause settled in the brawl, both fighters startled by what just happened. Not only was Botan’s fist inside the other swimmer’s mouth, it was lodged towards the back of it, with the very end of his wrist peaking out between both rows of shark-like teeth. The intrusion caused the throat to instinctively swallow, enveloping his fist and yanking his arm in further. Immediately Botan pulled, but it did nothing but budge his arm, and trigger another swallow from the shocked redhead.

        “H-hey! What the hell?! Let go ya freak!” The punk put his other hand on his stuck arm and yanked again, only to get the same result of another gulp. Rin himself was stunned. He had another guy’s hand bulging out his throat, with the arm attached to it sinking further into his mouth. It registered to him that his jaw felt funny, as if it was pulled loose. There was an instant where he was worried it was broken, and he tried to work it. However, that made his sharp teeth press down around the other guy’s arm, making him yeowl in pain. At least he knew it still worked…

        “I said let go ya fuckin’ dumbass!!” Botan snarled, and let go of his arm to try to grip at the lower teeth of this bizarre bear trap to try to pry it open. That, and the words spewed at him, only made Rin growl. The noise vibrated the other’s trapped arm, making him try harder out of what could only be explained as primal fear. Without putting much thought into it, Rin quickly stretched his jaw wider, causing Botan’s other hand to slip past the teeth he’d been trying to grip and slide through to join his other arm inside the widened mouth. The salty taste of the punk’s skin, along with the complete shift in aura between them, triggered something in Rin, and he glared at the frozen blonde.

        Somehow, Botan sensed it, too. “L-let go, c-c'mon man, I’ll.. I’ll leave, okay? Never come back! J-just let go already!” Another, deeper swallow was his only response, and he was suddenly up to his elbows inside the seething redhead’s mouth. His useless struggles to pull his arms out only saw to them sinking in faster with a series of gulps, til most of his upper arms were now sliding in past the bared teeth this beast had flashed him and his team on their first encounter. Face ghostly pale, Botan stuttered. “g-g-guys, h-help..” Through the haze, Rin realized he was trying to call for aid. “H-HEL–” Too little too late was Botan’s cry. Rin lurched forward, at the same time stretching his maw as wide as he could will it to go. To his own surprise, he managed to envelop Botan past his head and to his shoulders, successfully muffling his shouts.

        Rin’s jaw and mouth felt painfully stretched, for good reason. He now had the widest part of a whole human inside of it, something he didn’t even want to begin thinking of right now. Fortunately he wouldn’t have to, because his balance was nearly thrown off by Botan’s struggles. The man was now mindlessly thrashing about, legs kicking off the ground body wiggling. Rin immediately grabbed at his sides, securing him somewhat, and pushed his body towards him with another strong swallow. His prey’s head was squeezed down his throat, followed by his shoulders. Uncomfortable with that position, Rin wanted nothing more than to finish already. And so he pushed and swallowed again, drawing the guy in past his chest, his waist fast approaching. The Samezuka captain realized he’d just picked up on another eating rhythm, and allowed it to guide him through the rest of his impromptu meal. Pushing and gulping, Botan’s hips were pulled into Rin’s working mouth. His wildly flailing legs were grabbed, and Rin continued the process. Using his new method, he managed to shovel in the long appendages in quick order, til the twitching shoes (an unpleasant finisher, noted with annoyance), were being sent down his gullet in a series of rapid gulps.

        Airway now clear, Rin was allowed a drawn out gasp as he stood back against one of the walls. The intake of breath was followed by the familiar sound of his pants button bursting off and hitting the opposite wall, but just like last time it went ignored. Panting, he stared only straight ahead while his mind tried to grapple with what just happened. Had he just..? But he couldn’t.. It wasn’t… A jolt from his middle snapped him out of his stupor. Slowly his head lowered, until his eyes settled upon the lump beneath his hoodie. Gulping, he reached for the zipper and pulled it down, until the last teeth were undone and the full view was unveiled. The sight should have been expected, but it still bewildered him. His belly was large - larger than it had been after his visit to the restaurant a couple nights ago. Though, amazingly, not by too much - at least not as much as he could have expected after eating a man whole. It stuck out a few inches shy of a foot from him, making it look as if he was one of those women in the late stages of pregnancy. Except his enlarged belly was still encased in his abs, evident by the lower rows showing under his now ill-fitting shirt.


        Curiously he poked at it. If the hard presence beneath the tightness of his skin didn’t alarm him, the response it caused certainly did. Rin witnessed a faint protrusion beneath his bowed-out abs, and felt the vibrations better than he did hear what could only be muffled shouts coming from his stomach. Botan must have been trying to struggle in there. His gut gurgled, and for a moment Rin was afraid something was about to bust. But instead there came a rush up his throat, and, thinking quickly, Rin put a fist up to his mouth as he released a long, muffled belch. It seemed all that struggling did was displace the air he’d swallowed down with the blonde.

        Now no longer worried about any harm coming to his own body from having someone trapped in there, Rin was free to marvel at his accomplishment. He’d just made a meal out of this punk, leaving himself comfortably full, as if he’d just finished one of what Sousuke called his 'feeding frenzies.’ Recalling that label gave Rin pause, and then he chuckled as he rubbed over his musclegut. “Now that you’re in there, you won’t be bothering anyone else. Don’t get lonely, though. You’ll be reunited with your team real soon.” A couple more bulges stretched out from his spherical belly, which Rin pushed back down with a chuckle. “Settle down in there. Do something worthwhile for once and be a good meal.”

        Patting his belly, Rin stood back up from the wall he’d been relying against. Finding his equilibrium while carrying so much weight in his stomach took a couple seconds - not that it’d get any easier from here. Actually, could he do this again? He now knew it was possible, but that was only through a surprise mishap. Mentally shrugging, he chased away doubts he couldn’t afford right now.

        Opening the door to the security room, Rin stepped through and closed the door. The room was dark and narrow (crowded by shelves and machines) at the entrance, only opening wider towards the back. “Botan? That you?” a voice chirped up uncertainly from the back. Though it was too dark to make anything out besides a silhouette, Rin could tell that it was the shorter blonde from the group with his hood down. Apparently they shared the same disadvantage in sight, because he must have been mistaken for the one now stewing in his stomach. “Osamu disabled the security cameras and deleted their feedback for tonight, so you can tell Kaito we’re good to go. What the hell happened out there?” More than he could have hoped for, any chance of evidence of what had happened was gone. Along with what would happen…

        Rin began walking towards who must have been Hosei. The blonde was squinting to make him out, but didn’t register this person wasn’t who he thought until it was too late. He let out a startled squawk as an arm shot out towards him, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie and dragging him in. “Leggo! Osamu!!” He was a lot squirmier than Rin had expected, and it was hard to get a good grip on him. Suddenly a sharp kick landed on the redhead’s knee, causing him to release his hold and buckle downward. Hosei tried to retreat to the back, only to be seized by the leg. Turning, he saw that the the person had managed to grab his ankle. “Fuck off!” he snapped, trying to shake him free without success. That failing, he grabbed hold of one of the bolted down shelves and tried to pull himself free. But Rin kept his grip this time, and grabbed onto the other leg before rising back up.

        Though he shuddered at what this entailed, he brought both pairs of shoe-covered feet towards his mouth, lifting Hosei up from the ground in the process. Rin concentrated as he widened his mouth. At first it dropped only as wide as normal possibilities would allow, but focusing more, he forced his jaw to stretch further, and soon his maw was gaping wide. Looking back at the sight, Hosei’s own mouth dropped in shock as his feet were guided towards the redhead’s mouth. From his position, all he was able to do was grip the shelf tighter and yell for Osamu in a bigger panic. After successfully getting his jaw big enough, Rin knew he had to work quickly. Pointing the tips of the shoes towards him, Rin took a deep breath and lunged forward. The result went as well as he could have hoped: both feet slid down into his throat without much need to swallow - or taste.

        When Osamu, the one with the black hair brushed to the side, finally came around the corner, he was witnessing his teammate held up horizontal in midair… up past his calves down the gullet of who he quickly identified as the Samezuka swim team captain. “The hell..?” he muttered in shock, allowing Rin time to swallow past Hosei’s knees. “Osamu! Get me the fuck out!!” Hosei’s shouts snapped the hacker out of his stupor, and immediately he grabbed out the blonde’s wrists, who in turn did the same.

        A surreal tug-o-war took place, the black-haired Kirisaki boy on one end, Rin on the other, pulling on either end of the blonde. Unfortunately for the Kirisaki teammates, they were at a sore disadvantage when all the Samezuka captain had to do was keep ahold of his end while gulping more of it down, moaning as he felt his gut steadily swelling out. By the time Osamu realized this fact, Hosei was already in up to his armpits. Seeing this had a foregone conclusion, Osamu opted for self-preservation and let go of his teammate… Not that the gesture was reciprocated. Hosei still had a death grip on his wrists.


        “Let go, you idiot!!” Osamu shrieked. Sadly, the blonde was too desperate to do any such thing. Without resistance on the other end, Rin was free to continue swallowing more and more of the guy, until his head was disappearing between those shark-like teeth and progress was rapidly being made up his arms. Osamu struggled to wrench his arms free of his doomed teammate, to no avail. Soon Rin’s mouth was working up past Hosei’s hands, and up the brunette’s own wrists. Despite his own disappearing arms now stretching the redhead’s mouth, there was a clear smirk of triumph visible upon those lips. “Wait, stop, you don’t want to– wait-!!” Whatever the hacker was about to plead, it was cut off when the back of his head was grabbed and shoved into the awaiting maw. From there, Rin was free to repeat the process he’d carried out with Botan. Through a series of shoving and gulping up the shorter form, Osamu’s flailing legs were slurped up in quick succession.

        Rin took a deeper breath as the constricted feet disappeared down past his chest, thankful for his breath-control conditioning. The relief was short-lived, though when he felt the last of his double-linked deposited into his ballooning gut. The overly stuffed captain stumbled back against one of the shelves, groaning and clutching at his painfully stretched belly. Hiccups wracked his body from swallowing down one person immediately after another so quickly. “Oh man… *HIC* I really didn’t *HIC* plan on that happening all at *HIC* once…” He punctuated his complaint with an enormous belch that shook the metal shelves and machines around him. At least that seemed to put an end to his hiccups.

        Looking down at the fruit of his labor, he was again amazed. Shirt now pulled up to his chest, he was treated to the full sight of his belly being more than twice the size it had been. Sticking out obscenely ahead of him, it looked as if he’d somehow swallowed a beachball. If only it’d felt that way, too. Over 400 pounds must have been resting in his stomach! Rin silently thanked all those years of weight training to be able to hold this much without falling over. Not that his stomach was thanking him right now. It gurgled and glorped angrily, and another deep belch found its way out of Rin’s tired mouth. He rubbed over its impressively round surface, trying to soothe it at least somewhat. However, its occupants were more interested in fighting for space rather than help with that.

        “Oooff, c'mon guys, you’re a team, stop fighting…” His belly wobbled as various spots would swell out in faint lumps, thankfully restricted by his clenching abs that still kept their presence at the front of his rounded middle. Rin struggled to stand straight, using the shelf as support while he tried to find his equilibrium. Once he’d managed as well as he’d ever in this state, the engorged Matsuoka boy began waddling back towards the door. “Not much of a team without a captain, though.. I guess…” The sounds his stomach made following that half-hearted comment was a sentiment he more than agreed with.

        Regardless, Rin exited the security room, belly leading the way ahead of him as he all but waddled down the hall, trying to stifle the occasional burp or hiccup. Only that bastard ringleader and his cohort Hideki were left, and there was only one possible place they could have been intending to go: the whole target to their break-in. And so, as he headed back towards the place he originally guarded over tonight, 'full circle’ became a term not just to describe his belly.

        Rin summoned as much control over his ridiculously bloated state as he was able to silently creep through the double doors to the Samezuka pool. Thankfully his stomach stayed quiet during this endeavor, as if sensing too the importance of stealth now more than ever. Just ahead he saw him: the captain of the Kirisaki team, unmistakable by his icy blue hair. The captain stood with his back to the doors, facing down at the pool with arms crossed and snickering to himself. “That damn Matsuoka, I told him we’d see who got wiped out. He’ll know it when he and the rest of his dipshit team are too sick to perform after swimming in these waters tomorrow. Once Hideki gets back–”

        His monologue was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Expecting it to be his trusty handyman Hideki, he was in for a rude surprise when he turned to see a fist flying right at him. Getting socked square in the face, the bluenette stumbled back, but regained his footing before he could fall back into the pool. Wiping his nose showed to him a smear of blood, making the captain scowl and glare at whoever delivered the suckerpunch. What he saw was the aforementioned Samezuka captain, though with a stark difference to their first encounter.

        “Matsuoka?! The hell happened to you? Hit the buffet one too many times, fatass?” he taunted with a bitter sneer, gesturing to the huge belly the rival captain sported. Rin’s response was accompanied by a familiar smirk. “Something like that. And now I’ve come for the second course.” Again an unplaceable feeling of dread fell over the blue-haired young man, the same exact kind that plagued him at the conclusion to their first meeting. He didn’t like it one bit. “Yeah? Well I’m cooking something up for your precious team, but you? I’ll give you the same 'serving’ that reduced that firecrotch brat to a sobbing little bitch.” Now Rin was the one glowering, and the Kirisaki captain chuckled while assuming a fighting stance.

        “So here comes your 'second course!’” he roared while charging. Rin tried to ready himself for the oncoming attack, but given his engorged state he knew he was at a serious disadvantage. He’d hoped to knock this guy out with that one punch, but he must have been tougher than he looked. And quicker. The Samezuka captain did his best to prepare for what looked to be a running punch, but at the last second the Kirisaki captain stopped and swerved left, delivering a two-hit combo to his face as retribution for the bloodied nose. Rin stopped himself from reeling back, instead returning a swing at his opponent, but it missed when the bluenette quickly ducked to dodge it.

        “You picked the wrong guy to fuck with, Matsuoka!” Seeing his opening, the Kirisaki captain delivered a hard punch right into the mega roid gut in front of him. “Hurk-!!” The sickening sound followed after the punch as Rin stumbled back and doubled over, clutching at his belly while he suffered under the wave of nausea. A large lump travelled up his throat, and the blue-haired sadist stood back, smirking, waiting for his opponent to upchuck. Something did come up… just not anything anyone could have predicted. A hand poked out of the redhead’s mouth, one attached to its arm that was creating a bulge in the Matsuoka boy’s throat, and was now writhing around desperately. The Kirisaki captain blanched at the horrifying sight, the white shade on his face only worsening when he heard muffled protests from the jostling gut he’d just hit.

        Driven by a need for vengeance, Rin seized the shell-shocked state his opponent was in, and put all his energy into an uppercut that connected with the other’s chin, sending him toppling back against one of the pool seats. Huffing through his nose, Rin straightened back up and approached the barely-conscious bluenette. The defeated captain fought through his disorientation to see his rival closing in on him, and, once he stopped, pushing the hand back into his mouth. With an audible gulp, the appendage was sent back down into the depths of his stomach. The Kirisaki captain stared at the belly in front of him in horror.

        “Kaito, right?” Rin said. “Well get a good look, Kaito, because that’s your team in there. See?” Rin thrust his belly forward, squishing Kaito’s face against it and the wall behind him. Pressed so tight against the offending ball of flesh, he could clearly hear the voices of the other guys behind the tight skin, proving the shark-toothed freak was telling the truth. The pressure was relieved when Rin backed up, only to grab Kaito and lift him up by the collar of his hoodie. A wicked, toothy grin flashed so close in front of the whimpering bluenette.

        “You said we’d see who got wiped out, right? But do you remember what I said?” The beaten punk was, of course, too terrified to respond.

        “I said I’d eat. You. Alive.”

        The last thing the Kirisaki captain saw was the two rows of sharp teeth parting wide, strings of drool glistening between them, pink tongue twitching with eagerness, as the cavernous maw slowly descended down upon him, covering everything in humid darkness.

        Kaito didn’t start struggling until he was well past his shoulders, but it by then it was far too late. For his part, Rin completely ignored any feeling of nausea of fullness he’d had prior to shoving the leader of these bastards into his mouth. Regardless of how big his belly was, he couldn’t help but completely indulge in devouring the captain of such a repulsive team. Part of him wanted to take his sweet time swallowing him down, but more than anything he wanted the man trapped completely in his stomach, and that drove him to make quick work of the squirming form sinking down his throat. And so within a minute he had the last of Kaito sliding down his throat with a victorious gulp.

        Making good on his word, he’d eaten up the captain, leaving his gut to swell out to even more obscene proportions. Crashing down into the reclining pool chair, which miraculously did not break from under the weight, he watched with no small satisfaction as his gut wobbled before him, resting well over his lap. Four young men were all crammed inside his enormous belly, and Rin was exhausted from sending them all into it. “I did it,” he drawled. “All you Kirisaki bastards, in my belly…” He patted the mound, and was just allowing his food coma to settle in, when…

        “Kaito, I got the formula ready–” The tall, muscular Kirisaki member with the green hair had returned to the pool, holding a vial in hand. His sentence was cut short, of course, when he saw the Samezuka team captain reclined back in a chair, bearing an incredibly huge gut that was just barely moving on its own. He gave the captain a bewildered look, who in turn offered him a nervous smile.

        “Uh.. hi..?” That was all Rin could offer, because immediately after that came a loud churning sound from within the depths of the ab-layered mound. He winced clutched at the sides of his belly, but his groan was cut short when an epic belch belted out of his widened mouth, echoing out throughout the room. And, as cruel fate would have it, that wasn’t the only thing that came out of his mouth. A slimy shoe came flying out of it, bouncing off his gut before landing with a wet plop on the tiled floor in front of his chair.

        Hideki looked at the footwear, the encroaching look of horrified realization indicating that he was able to identify it as his captain’s shoe. Apparently just because he was brawny did not dictate he lacked brains, because he was connecting the dots quickly enough to shift his gaze back at the Samezuka captain with killer intent. Rin swore under his breath. He was trapped under his own cumbersome belly; a total sitting (and plump) duck. But just as he was preparing himself for whatever the looming goliath had planned for him, there came a tapping upon the green-haired young man’s shoulder from behind him. Turning, he was met with a suckerpunch that, unlike Rin’s, was more than enough to knock him out. Spinning once, and losing his grip on the vial of formula, Hideki crashed to the ground, unconscious. The vial was caught mid air by the one who’d decked him.

        “Sousuke?!” Rin gasped in a mix of surprise and relief. Sousuke was even more surprised seeing Rin with a belly quadruple the size he’d ever seen at its biggest. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, especially when he detected faint lumps protruding around its surface. “Rin, what..?” Finally peeling his eyes off the thing to survey the scene, he spotted a shoe covered in what must have been saliva. And given that there seemed to be only one Kirisaki team member left…

        Now Rin was giving him a nervous smile. “Well… I said I’d take care of them, didn’t I..?” Sousuke could barely wrap his mind around what should have been totally impossible, but somehow, he managed. Having a few dark fantasies here and there over the years probably aided him there. “I guess you did.” Setting the vial down on a round table next to the captain’s seat, Sousuke knelt down and hoisted up the limp body of Hideki. “But looks like you missed one.”

        At first Rin raised a brow, but when he caught on to what his best friend was leading to, he paled. “Wait, Sousuke, no. I’m already too full as it is! You can’t honestly expect me to–” “I do,” Sousuke interrupted with a smile. “Come on, Rin. Since when did you ever leave anything on your plate?”

        Rin gulped. He knew Sousuke had a point, especially considering they couldn’t exactly leave this guy as a witness to what had transpired tonight. But… He looked at his belly, already blocking half the view in front of him. He was already stuffed way past what he could ever imagine would be his capacity. Looking between the unconscious form that was practically Sousuke’s imposing size and his own gut again, he weighed his options.

        Finally he sighed, relenting. “Okay, fine. Bring him here…”

        Sousuke practically beamed as he dragged the body over. Hoisting it from under the arms up to his friend, Sousuke smiled down at him. “Open wide, Rin.” Rin shivered, dreading what was about to happen, but he obeyed. Stretching his jaws impossibly wide again, he allowed Sousuke to guide Hideki’s head into his mouth, and from there to begin shoving his body down his gullet. Sousuke, for his part, was amazed by the sight, but he knew he’d be even more appreciative once this was over. He lifted the rival team member up by the waist while Rin took over under the hanging arms. From there, it was only a matter of guiding the large body as Rin pulled and gulped it down.

        Halfway through the poor captain paused and moaned miserably over his mouthful. “You’re not giving up, are you?” Sousuke teased, knowing exactly what button to press on his competitive friend. Sure enough, he received a glower from the redhead (which looked rather humorous with half a body sticking out of his mouth) before even more forceful gulps picked up the pace. Sousuke was almost surprised when he was letting go of the pair of feet that he watched get sent down the working muscles of Rin’s throat within his open mouth. The bulge traveled as a final lump past his neck, past his muscular chest, and deposited with a final 'glorck’ into his stomach.

        And what a stomach it was. With the addition of easily the largest Kirisaki teammate, Rin’s belly swelled out to even larger proportions, leaving it a massive ball that reached past his knees from his lying position. Poor Rin was left groaning miserably, every intake of breath tightening his positively humongous gut even more. Waves of cramps and indigestion wracked his prone body, announced with angry grumbles that reverberated throughout the room. His abs, each row stretched wide, were only barely present on the glistening skin of his spherical middle. His legs splayed out, showing that his pants were dragged far lower towards his crotch than what could be considered decent. His shirt had no hope of covering anything more than the topmost part of the wide expanse, and that was if he bothered to pull down on the clothing. Not that the pitiable glutton was feeling up to doing anything more moaning and complaining.

        “Ooohh.. too much…” he slurred, throat tired from all the work it was put through. “Way, way too much…” A small, sick burp escaped him. He was stuffed too taut to even burp properly, and the rare, short hiccup made him wince and groan in pain further. “I never wanna eat again…” His belly, strained absurdly as it was, let out a rumbling gurgle in agreement.

        Sousuke, however, was the only one in absolute euphoria. He didn’t even bother to hide his enthusiasm as he (not even having to kneel!) placed his hands upon the crest of his best friend’s belly hill. He began rubbing it almost reverently, which earned a moan of a different nature from his incredibly stuffed captain. “I think this is your most impressive feeding frenzy yet, Rin,” he teased. The only response he got was a heavy hiccup which jostled the great dome. There were no more struggle bulges to be found, which must have meant that Rin’s stomach was packed so full that there was no space left to even squirm for the ill-fated Kirisaki team.

        Though it pained him to do so, Sousuke ceased his rubbing, at least for the moment. He gave the apex of the globular gut a very light pat, although even that was enough to make the whole thing quiver with a sickly grumble and elicit another groan from its owner. “You’ll have to bask in your victory back at our dorm room. I don’t think staying here would be a very good idea.”

        Rin didn’t want to think about moving, let alone getting up. But he knew that, once again, Sousuke was right. Rather than say anything, he weakly held his arms towards his friend. Sousuke rolled his eyes, but grabbed hold and, with a mighty heave, began pulling Rin up. It took tremendous effort on his part, and he briefly considered just rolling the captain back to the dorms. The entire ordeal was accompanied by distressed noises coming from the enormous belly that wobbled and clenched throughout their efforts. But, finally, Rin had been pulled to his feet. He leaned heavily against his taller friend to avoid being dragged down by his gut, which stuck out far ahead of him, itself held up by the continued resilience of the muscles in his body. It did, however, sway to and fro as the two headed off towards the dorms, thankful that it was late enough to be in the lights-out hours of the night.

        The mattress of Rin’s bunk had to be placed on the floor for obvious reasons, which Rin himself was too quickly slipping into a massive food coma to offer any complaints over. Sousuke texted Nitori, asking him to sneak into the pool facility to pick up a shoe and vial and carefully dispose of both, and to not ask questions. Momo, meanwhile, was enjoying the heaven-sent blessing of Gou showing up to his hospital room to shower him with care and (thankfully only purchased) treats. With Rin mysteriously out of commission, he was free to indulge in her affection the entire time. Rin himself was kept within his dorm room for several days, no visits being permitted by Sousuke, who both was the only one to tend to him, and temporarily take up the position of captain while Rin himself digested down his incredible meal. Not that this was too much a concern for the Samezuka team that week.

        The match against Kirisaki had, after all, been cancelled.


And this is pretty much how I feel about this after reading it. This is amazing and I love. My best friend is the best for going through this much effort. Thanks again @dumdumdrawstumtums