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cyb3r-st4t · 2 months

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Pseudo-Emptiness. [1]

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Warnings: This is a hunger/starvation fic, if that’s of no interest to you, DNI! This fic contains: Hunger, Painful/Annoying Hunger, Dizziness, Mention of feeling ill or faint. Stay safe!

Characters: Kaveh and Alhaitham

Setting: Modern Day

Notes: I’ve role-played this scenario before… and now my brain absolutely needs to curse all of these poor characters with it… so maybe it’ll be a series of fics that all involve the same thing, just different characters. Who knows! It was introduced to me once, and now it plagues me. Maybe it will you too. Teehee.

POV: Touch starvation… oh what Kaveh would have done sooner if he’d known that this phenomenon took itself seriously.

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For a few days now, Kaveh had been dragged down by this never ending ache in his stomach… one that pleaded for him to feed it, but when done so, didn’t go away… he was beginning to run out of patience. As he sat at his desk, his leg bounced, and his head went to anything other than his work. He thought that a distraction would help, but the thing he needed a distraction from was being a distraction.

He felt helpless…

Dropping his head off into his hand, he tapped the eraser of his pencil against the desks surface as he tried to come up with something… anything. Frustration slowly built into his chest, and his head swarmed with doubts as his creativity just wasn’t on his side.

It felt like nothing was.

He dropped his pencil, and pushed himself away from his desk, leaning himself back in his chair to stare at the ceiling. The room fell silent aside from the ticking clock that rested upon his wall surrounded by decor.

tick… tick… tick… tick…

He shut his eyes, pulling both of his hands up and over his face. He felt heavy, and exhausted. Maybe he should lie down… no, he had things to do. But what?

…grrowlllllll…

Fucking hell…

Kaveh sat up in his chair again only to slump back over and rest his head against his desk. Hugging his stomach, he pressed his arms tightly against himself hoping that the pressure would help ease even a little bit of the aching.

He stayed in this position for many minutes before he heard the front door click, and swing open. Alhaitham was home.

Kaveh sat up and looked over at his door. Normally, he would go and greet him, welcome him home, ask him what he wanted for dinner, or just pester him in general… but right now, he could barely muster the strength to do that. He still wanted to though.

With a shaking hand, he pushed himself up out of his chair, and headed over to his door. Cracking it open at first, he watched as Haitham tossed his keys onto the counter top, and removed his shoes. This pattern of actions was routine, it was always the first thing he did. Of course Kaveh would remember that, though, they were dating after all… no other reason.

Kaveh left his room and gave Alhaitham a smile.

“Welcome home, how was your day?” He questioned, his words slurred with exhaustion.

Alhaitham paused without even looking at him, soon turning his head to look Kaveh up and down.

“…You look like shit.” Alhaitham mumbled not meaning to be mean… but it sure as hell came out that way when Kaveh responded with sass.

“Yeah, well, I feel like it.” He spat, crossing his arms.

“Why don’t you go lay down then?”

“No, then I’ll be wasting space and rotting away.”

With a roll of his eyes, Alhaitham then headed into the kitchen.

“Have you eaten today? Maybe you should eat something.” He hollered.

Kaveh rolled his eyes, taking his hand, and moving it in the motion that someone does when another person starts talking too much.

“Of course I did—“ Kaveh followed, “What do you take me for?”

“Someone who doesn’t take care of themselves because they don’t feel worthy of it.” Alhaitham said matter-of-factly, soon looking to Kaveh— whose mouth was hung open with shock. Alhaitham scoffed. “I see right through you, Kaveh. I know you.”

“Okay— well— you didn’t need to do all of that.”

Alhaitham hummed as he turned his attention back towards the cabinets, pulling out a snack as he usually did. Silence fell upon the kitchen as Kaveh just watched.

“…Are you busy tonight?” He finally questioned.

“Mmm… No, not really. You ask, why?” Alhaitham questioned, not sparing Kaveh a glance.

“Can we… hang out?”

Silence fell upon the kitchen once more, and Alhaitham finally looked at Kaveh.

“…and do?”

Very quickly, Kaveh’s face flushed a pink color. Butterflies at the mere action of being looked at… how embarrassing.

“Well— I mean… we could— watch a movie? …cuddle…?” He suggested.

Alhaitham hummed as he thought about it, considering it, but also not being entirely sure. Kaveh watched him anxiously… his mind wandering with the whole cuddling idea. His stomach twisted again.

grrrrwwllllllll……

Crossing his arms very suddenly, he took in a pretty dramatic breath in through his nose hoping that the noise would cover it up, but it seemed to be too late as Alhaitham glanced down to his arms… then back up at him again.

“You didn’t, did you?”

“I-I did!” Kaveh pleaded, “It’s just being annoying!”

Squinting, Alhaitham couldn’t get himself to believe that.

“Eat a snack, anyway.” He said, pulling a small granola bar out of the cabinet and handing it to him. “We can order out if you want, I’ll pay for it.”

Kaveh took the granola bar and looked at it before crossing his arms back over his stomach. He gave a shrug.

“I… I don’t know, I don’t want anything that’ll sit too heavy…” Kaveh groaned while clutching the granola bar tightly in his hand.

Alhaitham spared him another glance, this one hinting a small bit of curiosity behind it.

“Not feeling well?” He questioned as he turned his attention back towards the cabinets and the contents within them.

Kaveh let that question linger while he thought up an answer. He didn’t know if he should be honest… but Alhaitham wasn’t asking about mentally. He never did. Shoulders lowering a bit, Kaveh dropped his arms back to his sides.

“No, I feel okay.” He muttered despite the state he was in. How his hands shook ever so slightly, how his stomach ached so emptily, how his face had fallen pale and his eye bags fallen dark, how his posture had shrunken, how his hair had been messier than normal… nothing about him screamed ‘I feel okay…’ and Alhaitham wasn’t stupid enough to believe him… but he wasn’t going to push it either. If Kaveh didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to talk about it. He was in no place to pry.

Another side glance was given, a soft sigh exhaled as well before Alhaitham nodded ever so slightly.

“Alright. You know what I’m going to say next.”

Kaveh soon raised his hand, opening and shutting his fingers in a talking like motion while voicing the next few lines in a deeper, and dumber toned voice; mimicking Alhaitham.

“I’m here if you need me. Don’t be afraid to knock. You’re not bothering me for asking for an ear or a shoulder to lean on.”

Kaveh scoffed.

“And when have I ever used that?”

“Never, but I won’t assume that it’ll stay that way. Might as well keep reminding you in case that head of yours unscrews itself in such a way.” Alhaitham teased before exiting the kitchen and moving on to his bedroom. Kaveh watched in disbelief.

“UnSCREWS ITSELF? I’ll show you what unscrewing a god damn head looks like, just you wait!”

“On the edge of my chair in excitement!” Alhaitham hollered from his bedroom, the sound of shuffling and drawers opening and shutting could be heard quietly within the same distance. Kaveh just rolled his eyes before forcing himself over to the living room to ready the tv and the couch for the time that the two were about to spend together.

Kaveh really hoped that Alhaitham wouldn’t see this as wasting his time… or saw it as boring… or unnecessary… the thought of that made Kaveh queasy for some reason.

After he finally made the area comfortable and set up the scene for a perfect hang out (home date is what Kaveh would call it) he sat himself down, and allowed his body to melt into the cushions beneath him. Such a simple action, and this is what brings him to the realization of how bad his condition truly is. After such simple tasks, he found himself exhausted, out of breath, and his body felt eerily heavy. Now wasn’t a time to freak out about it though… he was fine, just a bit under the weather… right?

His stomach ached hollowly as a reminder, and Kaveh couldn’t help but press his thumb right between his ribs. A higher pitched, and utterly empty growl emerged itself merely moments after he applied that pressure; his face twisted into an expression of discomfort… a wince if you will. A soft groan escaped his throat as the ache relaxed a bit, but didn’t subside entirely. Kaveh was willing to take anything as a win at this rate.

His hand now flat against his belly, Kaveh waited patiently for Alhaitham to be in comfortable clothes and come join him. It was times like these where Kaveh wanted to make fun of how long it took him to get ready since he did that to Kaveh all the time. But he knew that Alhaitham would have a better come back than he could ever make up. Alas, he kept his mouth shut.

Alhaitham stepped out of his room leaving the door wide open behind him. His attire was a lot more comfortable, consisting of a basic t-shirt and some sweatpants. His hair was as loose as always, but his demeanor was a lot quieter now. Kaveh always liked it like this.

“About tiiiiiime.” Kaveh groaned as Alhaitham joined him right by his side.

“Sorry, I wanted to make sure I didn’t stink or something.”

“Stink? You?…” Kaveh squinted a little as they stared at each other, a small grin forming on his face before he shrugged sarcastically and looked away from him. “Always.”

Alhaitham scoffed. “You probably wish, huh?”

“WHAT? No! Why would I wish that?” Kaveh defended, “I was being sarcastic!!”

Alhaitham smirked. “I knew you were… I’m teasing you.”

Kaveh’s head snapped itself back in his direction, his eyebrows pinched with more defense… slowly, Kaveh looked away from him again; scrolling through all of the options presented on the screen in front of them.

“…I knew that.”

Alhaitham looked at the tv as well, watching Kaveh scroll through all of the shows and movies available to them. A beat of silence screamed between them.

“What haven’t you seen?” Kaveh muttered in question, absentmindedly flipping through everything at this point.

“Everything. I don’t watch this kind of stuff.” Alhaitham responded.

Kaveh shot him a side eye.

“Of course you don’t… then we’re going to watch what I want to watch.”

Kaveh clicked the remote a couple of times before finding himself on the screen with the keyboard… now came the hard part. Slowly, but surely, he began to type the movies name into the text box, struggling to find letters every now and again.

Silence fell upon the room once more before Alhaitham suddenly broke it.

“…Are you sure you don’t need something? Medicine… or… water? You didn’t eat the granola bar I gave you… you could try that.”

Kaveh made a face and looked at him.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Alhaitham didn’t have to say anything, he simply went from making eye contact with Kaveh, to looking down to his stomach. Little did Kaveh know, he had been absentmindedly rubbing and pressing at his stomach the entire time he’d been sitting there. He’d been too focused on not wincing or shifting around in discomfort to notice that he was doing that— but the second he became aware of it, he moved his hand somewhere else, and turned his attention back towards the tv.

Silence.

“…Kaveh, you know it’s okay to let me help you, right?” As those words left his lips, Alhaitham almost couldn’t believe he had to say them. Was he not open enough about this sort of thing? Did he not tell Kaveh this enough? No… surely he did. He always made sure Kaveh heard reassurance of all kinds. He needed it.

“Yes, I know that… but I don’t know how you could help me if I asked you to help me.” Kaveh admitted, “I’m just not feeling well… that’s really it.”

Alhaitham watched Kaveh, and how he avoided eye contact. Alhaitham fucking hated this shit. He quietly, and internally collected himself before suppressing his words. He wasn’t going to press… he wasn’t going to press.

Kaveh finally got the movie turned on, and set the remote aside for it to play— relieved he didn’t have to struggle with it anymore.

The movie’s volume wasn’t too loud, it was comfortable for the both of them. A few minutes into the movie, and Alhaitham turned his attention towards Kaveh again, whose hand was found right back in the position it had been in originally. Something within his chest ached… he couldn’t tell if it was annoyance, or worry. What was wrong… what did he need… would he be honest…? why was he being so difficult??

That ache in his chest turned into an urge, and that urge was to pull Kaveh closer to him. Alhaitham fixed his position before grabbing hold of Kaveh, holding him firmly within his embrace. Kaveh had been taken aback by this as the sudden contact had caused him to freeze with confusion. Alhaitham never touched Kaveh first.

With some help with getting comfortable, and a few shifted here and there, it took no time before the two promptly melted into each other; Kaveh more so than Alhaitham… but for different reasons.

Kaveh hadn’t realized how much he’d been craving this kind of interaction… how badly he’d been starved of it. His arms naturally tightened their grip on Alhaitham, and his head nuzzled deeper into his chest. His scent was intoxicating… the rhythm of his heartbeat was his new favorite music… his breathing pattern had been matched almost immediately. Everything about Alhaitham, Kaveh took in… the movie very quickly became the last thing that Kaveh was paying attention to.

Alhaitham took notice of Kaveh’s sudden clinginess, and very quickly reciprocated a tight and reassuring hold.

Kaveh could so easily be convinced he was on cloud nine right now if someone was feeling up to messing with him… that’s how heavenly this felt. His body no longer felt so heavy, and the pit in his stomach no longer felt so painfully empty. Actually… that ache all together was seeming to subside, but god forbid he let go and test it, it might start aching again.

An audible rumble could be heard from Kaveh’s stomach, Alhaitham took quick note of it. At first, he bit his tongue… but his thoughts got the better of him as his hand made its way to his stomach, gently rubbing back and forth in a soothing manner.

With one more ask, Alhaitham spoke: “… Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

Kaveh hummed, “…No. This was all I needed.”

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thesecondplacename · 1 year

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Title: The boy with the bread.

Summary: Peeta’s picked for the games.

Warings: Ang —--------------------------------------- Living in District 12 is the dream, no, really constantly being malnourished and worrying about being picked for the Hunger Games, it's a dream come true.

For all the sarcasm I spit out there is one thing that makes everything bearable, Peeta he’s the kindest man I know. Both of us have had a secret relationship for about a year, but it started long before I took the leap of faith and confessed my feelings to him. I make paints, not well but well enough that he trades a loaf of bread for half a dozen every 2 weeks. This exchange brought us close, and we got to know each other.

We both had a vision planned for our life. To get married when we aged out of the reaping, I was becoming more successful in District 12 making a steady income that helped feed my family and still have leftovers, scraps really but leftovers non the less. I was on good terms with his father and could hold a conversation with his mother, but Peeta, he was adored by my family. They absolutely loved him. We had a plan and only had to luck out a few more times and we were safe, or at least that's what we hoped would happen.

It doesn't matter how much you want something, how much you pray for something, sometimes you don't get what you want. I remember how my heart stopped when Peeta’s name was called, how I wanted to take his place but that look in his eyes stopped me, my entire life was overturned with just a single word. I was barely able to recognize that someone had volunteered, but when the district raised their hands in defiance I followed.

I was after his mother, she gave me a pitying look, and I knew that we hadn’t kept our relationship as good a secret as we originally thought. I walked into the room where he was standing, and almost burst into tears.

“Peeta,” I couldn’t think of anything to say, how could I give him reassurance that he would live when so many from our home didn't. “I love you, I love you so much. Please try to live, try to come home to me, please I can't do this without you.” I was crying.

He threw his arms around me and held me in a tight embrace. “You can, you can do anything you put your mind to, close your eyes when they show my death, you don't deserve to see me like that.” His voice was thick, he was trying so hard to say everything without breaking. “I love (Y/N). I love you, I’ll try, I promise.” We held each other trying to say everything before we were separated.

“Peeta, when you come home let’s get married, ok?” his blue eyes were staring at me so intensely. “Ok, let's get married after-” The peacekeepers came in before he finished.

We were separated.

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Note: This was originally only going to be a two-part story, but there is only a certain number of words a post can have so apologies in advance for the people who don’t like that, I’ll be sure to link all the Fics together so it's more seamless to read. To restate this story will have multiple parts.

#hunger fic #the hunger games #peeta mellark #the hunger games peeta #Peeta mallark x male reader #male reader #x male reader #angst #katniss everdeen #peeta x male reader #peace keepers #part 1 of idk how many

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angstyaches · 2 months

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for the dialogue game: "You'll feel better with something in your stomach" for Shayne/Charlie!! (if you're feeling up to it—hope you're well! 🤍)

I'll admit that the idea for a scene like this has been knocking around in my head for a while, so I hope you don't mind that I used your prompt as an excuse to use it!!

Timeline: Not-too-distant future

Word Count: 407

CW: disordered eating, horror elements.

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“You’ll feel better with something in your stomach,” Charlie said.

It was dark outside, and he could barely make out anything as he joined Shayne next to the window. Shayne was staring unrelentingly, though, like he was waiting for something to come.

“Lovely,” Charlie said, “did you hear me?”

“Yeah, good luck with that,” Elliott mumbled as he sat down at the kitchen table with a whisky in one hand and a vial of LMD in the other; Charlie tried not to let the sight of the blood ruin his appetite. Felix sat next to him, smiling sadly in Charlie’s direction as he opened up the lid of the pizza box and slid it towards the centre of the table.

Charlie leaned over to pick up a slice, catching a thick string of cheese on his finger before scooping it into his mouth. He took several bites all together, careful not to bite his own cheek as he attempted to chew it as quickly as possible. As he swallowed, he realised just how hungry he was, but he’d take care of that in a minute.

He walked over to the window and eased a hand onto Shayne’s shoulder. “Lovely?”

When Shayne looked at him, Charlie almost shrank back. Nothing could have prepared him for the shiver of primal fear he felt in his bones. Shayne’s eyes were glassy and distant, and Charlie couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his boyfriend without dark circles or a slightly grey tinge to his complexion.

“Hey.” Charlie tried to keep his expression as neutral and pleasant as possible.

“Are you okay?” Shayne asked, as though the only reason he could think of for Charlie to try to talk to him was because something was wrong. Well, something was wrong, but Charlie wasn’t the one who needed help.

“I’m all good. I can’t finish this, though.” Charlie held up the pizza he’d taken a few bites from. “Can you help me?”

Shayne silently took the slice and turned back to the window. He took a small, slow bite as he continued to aimlessly watch the night, and didn’t seem to notice when Charlie turned around, picked up another slice of the pizza for himself, and bit into it.

When he realised Elliott and Felix were staring at him with what could have only been awe, Charlie self-consciously touched the frame of his glasses and did his best to suppress a smile.

#drabbles #hurt comfort #hurt and comfort #food mention #disordered eating mention #demon whump #demon OC #hunger fic #StW Shayne #StW Charlie #hurt comfort drabbles #angst #angst fic

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corneliathegreat · 4 months

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Stomach's n life presents: ☕ Hungry on the clock!

• ○JN●

• GrrrOOOalll~!

• Jen sighed. Her stomach is still growling. And it was all Cooper's fault. He was pulling on her hair all night, making her wake up late and rush out. She loved her dog to death, but sometimes he can make her so mad.

• GrrrRRRggg...!

• Man, she hates being hungry. (She hates anything that has to with the organ) You feel weird. You get cranky. And your insides makes weird noises. Jen sighed. She could order out, but the thought of something oily for breakfast made her stomach turn.

• Not a pastry either, that would drain her before the day even got started. Maybe, she could head home and make something real quick. French toast would really hit the spot...

• URRRGGG~!

• Shocked, the CEO hugged her middle. It still rumbled, but thankfully, lower this time. She sighed. As much as she did wanna head home, she couldn't. She had a meeting in 20.

• "Dammit..."

• She muttered. Darn her squishy faced pug, making her miss breakfast. It's completely throwing her off. There's always lunch, but... that's a 12. It's 9 now. She has secret stashes of candy, but that would make a terrible breakfast.

• "Ms. Coleman."

• She jumped and turned around. It was just Damian. (Her future successor)

• "Ah, Damian,"

• Jen straightened her self up.

• "I thought I told you to knock."

• He shrugged.

• "Must of forgotten."

• She snickered. Cheeky brat.

• "Anyway, brought some forms you need to sign."

• Of course. A manager can never stay still. As her protege fumbled to get the papers, she was reminded of the emptiness inside her. Her stomach rumbled lowly, bringing back up the subject of breakfast.

• Grrrrr...

• Jen mentally shushed it. It would be SO embarrassing if Damian heard her stomach talking. He'd ask if she was eating enough. Just like her mom! She cleared her throat.

• "Dami-"

• "Did you know Mr. Seal finally got help for his indigestion?"

• Wait? Seal had indigestion? Is that why he used a bunch of his vacation days? He doesn't hate her!? ...Not that she cares or anything.

• "That's interesting."

• She mumbled. Damien beamed.

• "And he treated me to steak yesterday!"

• Annnd the conversation conveniently went to food. Crap.

• "You should been there of been there!"

• "The meat was sooo tender and juicy! And the sides-"

• And, like the foodie he is, he's giving her the run down of his meal yesterday. Of course. Normally, she loves to hear his food rambles, it's help her get work done. But now, it's just angering her stomach. Grumbles riled up inside her, making her worry the sound might escape. If she could just get rid of the boy.

• "And the mac and cheese was absolutely beautiful."

• "It was all cheesy and gooey,"

• Her stomach clenched, grumbling at the thought.

• Rrrrgglll...!

• She shot up from her seat and cleared her throat loudly.

• "Damien,"

• "Can you grab Adam for me?"

• He blinked.

• "Uh, okay."

• He turned on his heels and walked out. The CEO sighed. That was close. Darn her protege and his delicious descriptions of food. Once again, her belly squirmed against her pencil skirt.

• Grrrrglll...rrrrlll~!

• She sighed deeply, as growls filled the room. The moment the meeting is finished, she's getting a croissant sandwich from the gas station. Her stomach's gonna start cramping soon. (And get bubbly)

• GrrRRRrrr~!

• Hopefully, she'll be able to make it through the meeting.

• "So I'm guessing you're crabby cause you're hungry?"

• Adam said, as he walked beside his boss. Jen nodded with a grunt. He chuckled.

• "I told you,"

• "You should just let me dog sit Cooper."

• She scoffs. No way, he wouldn't give him back.

• "Just at night?"

• "No."

• As much as she doesn't wanna admit it, she's super paranoid when it comes to her pug is around other people. They're so many dog snatchers in the world. Who's to say Adam isn't secretly one.

• "Alright, fine. But I have some tips on making your dogs tired."

• She nodded and he opened the door for her. Time for the meeting.

• Rrrrummmblll~!

• Subtlety, she rubbed her stomach. This meeting was going BAD. The moment she walked in, she was hit with the sweet smell of brownies and donuts. Apparently, Bethany made this meeting a mini potluck and everybody brought a baked good. She would've grabbed something, but she didn't want her employees to see her eat....What? It's a rational insecurity.

• Anywho, she settled on a coffee. Little did she know it would make the situation a thousand times worse.

• GrrRRRrrrlll~! Grrrgg...

• It didn't just not quench her hunger. It made her stomach churn and gurgle. Making it known that she digesting the caffeinated beverage. Luckily, Otis (52 year old sales manager) talks pretty loud, so she's in the clear. ...For now.

• "Ms. Coleman."

• She jumped and looked over. It was Bethany.

• "Are you okay?"

• "You look kinda angry."

• Jen cleared her throat.

• "I'm fine, thanks for asking."

• That's one thing people always tell her. 'You look kinda angry' She usually isn't. She just frowns when she's focusing. And right now, she's focusing keeping her darn stomach quiet!

• "Alrighty, Colette. Your turn."

• Otis barked. Jen silently panicked as the pink haired employee walked to the front. You can still hear her, but her voice is still pretty soft.

• Her insides grumbled quietly, reminding her coffee wasn't enough. She can handle it though. It's only 20 minutes left. She'd just has to finally focus on the presentation. Suddenly, she was accosted by the chocolatey aroma of a brownie.

• The CEO twitched and looked around. It was Otis! Dang it, she forgot he likes to heat up chocolate stuff. And he has a stack of 'em... A prolonged growl shook inside her belly, threatening to come out. Her eyes flicked to the clock. 16 minutes left. She can handle it!

• 5 minutes later...

• Jen's guts were rebelling hard. Grumbling ever couple seconds, cramping at different times, and trying to add nausea. Like, what the hell! It's like it's going crazy because it's so little time left. She only had 11 minutes left.

• Suddenly, her stomach churned. The coffee move as well. A bubbly, growl squeezed out.

• GrrrRRR~!

• Her blood ran cold. She could feel it. A big one was coming! She checked her watch. 7 minutes. Come on, Colette! Her insides are gonna blow soon!

• "And finally, I'd like to thank Ms. Coleman,"

• The blonde said, sweetly.

• "For hearing us out and letting use this meeting room."

• Jen's stomach squelched, getting ready to interject.

• Urrrgg...

• She forced a smile. 5 minutes.

• "Does anyone have any have closing statements,"

• PLEASE, no one have any closing statements!

• Rrrrwlll...!

• Almost there!

• "Ms. Coleman?"

• She froze. All eyes were on her. She didn't know what to say. She was so busy with her with her empty bread basket, that she didn't pay attention. She cleared her throat.

• "Um,"

• Her stomach bubbled furiously under the skin. Crap, what was she gonna do?!

• Suddenly, the smoke alarm sounded. Nearly making everyone's ears bleed. The door opened.

• "Everyone clear out!"

• It was Seal! Wait...was there actually any fire? Everyone raced outta the room, including Jen. After it shut off, (cause it was "false" alarm) she felt exhausted. She's tired. She almost had a panic attack. And her ears hurt. A painful grumble emitted from her stomach.

• Grrrglll...!

• "Hungry?"

• She jumped and turned. Oh great, it's her handsome assistant. Seal. She wrapped her arms around her belly.

• "Don't worry, I didn't actually hear anything."

• "Adam told me"

• She covered her face, now feeling super embarrassed.

• ''And before you freak out, he just noticed your mannerism changed."

• "Oh."

• Silence settled in between the two. Ah! She has to say something before her stomach does. She cleared her throat.

• "So what do need, Montgomery?"

• (That's Seal's last name)

• He snickered.

• "To take you out."

• Jen blushed. She must've looked pissed because he changed his tune.

• "Just because you're hungry"

• "It's not a date or anything."

• She cursed in her head. Dang it, why didn't she just say yes? She wouldn't mind if it was a date

• "Okay then."

• She replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Seal smiled and took her hand.

• "I know the perfect steakhouse we can go to."

• Out of nowhere, her stomach snarled loudly.

• GRRRRRRRGGGG~!

• Glllll...!

• Jen quickly hugged her growling midsection.

• "Woah, girl,"

• Seal joked.

• "We're gonna eat soon."

I was originally supposed to post this before the Fall stress outs, but it's here and waiting! This one was fun and I'm glad I added a few other characters. (And Seal.) Hopefully they'll show up again.

(And I don't own these dividers.)

#JN #hunger fic #hunger kink #stomach grumbling #stomach growling #stomach ache fic #couples #belly k!nk #sickfic #my ocs #corneliathegreat

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famina · 6 months

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Very early breakfast

As little droplets of rain tip tap on your window, you realize you are awake. The sun is barely out, the streetlights are still on and yet you feel completely refreshed. You had an amazing night of sleep. You stretch out your arms as you yawn. You contemplate the idea of staying in bed for another hour or two, but you are rarely up so early and so you decide to seize the day.

As you get out of bed, you grab a warm hoodie. It’s one chilly morning. You make yourself a nice hot beverage and sigh as you look out the window. Why can’t every morning be like this. Oh yeah ! Life. The sun is finally showing its rays and illuminates the sky in a thousand colours. You decide that your dingy windows are not where you want to see such a masterpiece. So you make your way to your front door to see the real sky in all it’s glory.

But as you open your door…it stops ? It’s as if something is blocking it ! You push harder and harder and, finally, it opens. You peek your head out to see what was blocking it, it was a collapsed body. “Aaah !!!?” You scream in surprise. To this, the body twitches, and slowly rises. You are greeted by a worn out but familiar face. It’s that superhero guy you met a while back.

“….(Y-Y/N)…I-I…..”

And he fell back face first on the ground. “Ah!!?” You said again. What happened to him ? And more importantly, what is he doing here ?! You guess that you can’t exactly ask him now, so you decide to bring him inside for now. As you grab him, you notice how cold his skin feels. He was out here for a while it seems. But something else chocks you. Is he even lighter than he was before?

Inside, you put him on the couch and cover him with blankets. You make your way to your kitchen to prepare a second cup of hot beverage for your unexpected guest. As you come back, cup in hand, you see that the man has awoken and seems to question where he is. “Mh…Hey !” You utter. He jumps a bit but calms down when he recognises you. “O-oh. (Y/N)…Good evening.” He gives you a polite bow.

You put down the cup in front of his and sit near him. “It’s morning…actually..” You begin. “Soo…hm…” You were going to ask him the question that is burning your lips but you notice his eyes glancing back and forth at the cup, eagerly. You push it a little closer to him. “P-please drink. I made it for you.” “O-Oh ! T-Thank you !” He pretends he wasn’t eying the drink and does another little bow as he pick up the cup and savours the liquid. You decide to let him finish drinking before you question him.

It is not very long until the cup is bone dry. “T-Thank you..” He mutters shyly. “No problem.” You smile. “But now...I’d like to know what you’re doing here !” He jolts suddenly. “Oh ! Of course !!” He fumbles through his pockets and takes out various coins and a few bills. “H-here. It’s what I owed you for...last time…” You don’t take the money, instead you inspect it. You have a feeling that it’s the exact price of the pizza you bought for him, down to the cent. “I told you I didn’t need you to repay me.” “B-But I must !” He insists. You back away a bit. “No, really, please keep it. I’m sure you need it more than I do !” “N-no ! I don’t-..”

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooowwwwls…

Silence erupts through the room. The Vigilante has never been more red. You bear the silence by giggling. “You sure about that ?” “I-I..hm…mmmh..” He can’t form a sentence. You guess that he must have saved up every loose cent and dollar to pay you back. You sigh. “Honestly, you look even worse than when we first met. Just earlier, you collapsed on my doorstep. Be honest, was it from hunger ?” He looks the other way. “N-No…..it could be lack of sleep…” You sigh a second time. “I though you said you were going to take better care of yourself!” “I-I know…I’m……..sorry…” Now it feels like you’re scolding him again.

You stand up. “I was going to make pancake for breakfast today, does that sound good to you ?” You visibly caught him by surprise. “H-Han ?! N-no no no ! I-I cannot ask this of you ! I-I’m fine really I…” “HEY !” You take a serious tone. “You help people all night and don’t ask for nothing, so you can let me help you while not giving me anything in return !! Right ?!” He backs away. “R-Right..” You are satisfied. “Good. Well make yourself at home. It won’t take long.”

You leave this nervous man in your living room as you start cooking in the kitchen. For a while, there a pure silence. Than, shy little steps trot behind you. As you turn around, you see a shy and nervous but determined hero. “I won’t try to repay your kindness anymore…but please let me help you!” You can help but smile. “alright, measure the flour please.” Happily, he gets to work. The two of you continue your cooking cheerfully. It’s early in the morning. There is a strange man in a hero costume in your kitchen and you’re making pancake with him. What a day.

The Vigilante is very diligent in his cooking. Measuring things precisely and clean up after every spill. Although he is eying every ingredient with hungry eyes. As you start frying the pancakes, his tummy begins to cry loudly due to the smell and sound of the frying doe. You feel bad for making him wait but you hope it will be worth it. Of course he apologizes at every groan of his belly and acts all shy about it which makes it even harder on you.

Finally, the pancakes are ready and you begin eating. You made a double recipe to be sure that the hero has his fill. But to your surprise, the Vigilante does not eat much. He took only a few more pancakes than you did and no matter how you pry he claims he can’t take a bite more. You wonder if his stomach is so used to being empty that it shrank or something. You guest does look full and so you decide to let him be.

You offer him to stay longer and rest a bit but he declines. “I thank you for your offer. But I have duties to attend to.” “Hero duties ?” You ask, jokingly. “N-no. Normal duties.” So he DOES have a job. “Well, take care. And do it for real this time !” You point your finger at him to make your point more serious. He laughs a bit. “Yeah. Yeah. I will. Thank you for everything, once again.” You smile. “No problem ! Anytime !” you wave him good bye and go back to you living room. But as you pass by the table you notice…something. A bunch of coins…and bills…with a thank you note. “. . . THAT FREAKING- !!!”

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secretobsessionstuff · 1 year

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your story where blair eats too much comfort food’s got me thinking… (i don’t know if you are into hunger so feel free to ignore it but) after non-stop work, a very hungry blair overeats and dakota is there to take care of her? her stomach goes from making hunger growls to producing painful, sick grumbles… no scat and SWF, maybe light emeto please? feel free to ignore this too :)

Thanks for the request! I've never tried writing with hunger as a focus, so I hope it's okay. Also, hope this is light emeto lol. Does my brain know how to write that? But yeah, I definitely tried to tone it down on the descriptions.

Sorry if there's typos!

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Blair waited outside her office building for Dakota to pick her up. The sound of traffic told her exactly why he was later than he said he would be. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling restless and anxious for her boyfriend to arrive. The setting sun of a long workday was at a perfect angle to blind her.

The sounds of her stomach told her exactly why she was so eager to see him. They were, after all, planning to get dinner in town. On any other day, she would have sped home to eat whatever leftovers were in the fridge. But on that Friday, she had to wait for Dakota to show up so they could have a nice meal out. She tried to get excited about the good food and the good company, but both seemed hours away. Where the heck was Dakota?

She checked her phone again to see the time. Her shift had ended thirty minutes ago. Thankfully, she hadn’t been standing outside for that long. For the first fifteen minutes after work, her and Piper chatted tirelessly in the lobby of the building. Piper’s car keys jingled in her hand as she spoke about her weekend plans.

They would have spoken for another hour if Blair’s stomach hadn’t let out a hungry growl. The hollow sound reminded them that it was approaching dinner time. With both their bodies begging for food, it was as if lunch had been but a mere hallucination.

For Blair, lunch was almost nonexistent. She had been falling behind on appointments—each one spilling over into the next time slot. She barely managed to eat a granola bar in between seeing patients. At one point, Piper had made a coffee run for the office, so the only thing tying Blair over was a measly granola bar and an iced coffee. It was needless to say that she was running on empty.

Ironically, Dakota was also running on empty—a near empty gas tank—but he apparently decided that picking up his fiancée was more important. Blair agreed.

“Hi, hi, sorry I’m late,” Dakota said, calling out the car window as he rolled up alongside the building. “My last appointment ran long and then there was an accident near Lakeshore.”

Blair did not hear where the accident had happened because she was already walking to the other side of the car to get into the passenger seat. She dumped her stuff in the back and exhaled when the air conditioning hit her.

“Ah, hello,” she sighed, beginning to feel her mood perk up. She leaned over the middle to kiss Dakota on the lips. His face was cold from being in the air-conditioned car. She touched his cheek as they kissed, feeling the stubble growing in. “You didn’t shave this morning.”

“Running late for everything today it seems.” Dakota looked equally as done with the day as he drove out of the parking lot. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”

“Meh, Piper kept me company. But I am starving.”

“Me too,” Dakota said. “Glad we picked a buffet this time.”

That’s right. Blair had forgotten. And now she was doubly excited for dinner. There would be no waiting for the food to come to the table. She thought about all that she was going to grab. There would be sushi and soup dumplings and spring rolls and—

The sound of her stomach rumbling filled the car. It was deep long growl, almost painful. With nothing in her belly, every movement from the organ was louder than ever. There was nothing to muffle the noise. Instantly, Blair put her hand against her abdomen.

Dakota grinned at her. “Was that your stomach?”

“Shut up, I’m hungry.”

“Wow, that was loud.” Dakota laughed. “That must have broken some sort of world record.”

“It wouldn’t be so noisy if you’d picked me up on time.”

Dakota exaggeratedly threw his hands up. He still had a goofy smile on his face. “You said the wait wasn’t so bad.”

“I lied.” Blair said lightly. While she may have been feeling a little grouchy, she wasn’t hungry enough to bite his head off. She could tell he was just being silly. “I waited for an eternity, starving and clinging to the only person who was with me in the end.”

“We’ll have to give Piper a gift basket for her sacrifice. It takes a brave soul to stand by a hungry Blair.”

Blair flicked the side of his head as Dakota steered the car to a gas station. “No fuck, gas,” she proclaimed while he parked next to a pump, “only food matters.”

“The car needs fuel just like you,” he said before closing the door on their ridiculous conversation. She watched him shake his head, grinning while he inserted his card into the machine.

Blair slouched into the seat with a happy sigh. She felt good—ravenous—but good. It was Friday. Dakota was his usual cheerful self. Her stomach was eating its own lining, but still all was dandy. They were on their way to dinner and soon everything would be perfect.

Finally. Finally, they made it to the restaurant and were guided to their seats. They did that awkward thing at buffets where they sat down long enough to accept a glass of water, and then immediately got up again.

Blair wasted no time. She piled her plate high with noodles, roast beef, and green beans. But that was just the start. In her other hand, she carried a bowl of wonton soup. Call it wanton soup for how shamelessly she went back for seconds and thirds.

As expected, Dakota was able to keep up with her. His own plates were full of sesame chicken and steak skewers. Normally, Dakota went up for a third round while Blair was only just finishing her first. But not that night. It was him who was surprised at how quickly she ate, and how quickly she went back for more.

While they stood in line for more food, holding warm and clean plates, Dakota nudged her with his hip. “Where’d you get this appetite?”

“Oh, I’ve been growing it all day,” she said, licking her lips when it was her turn to reach for the chicken balls. She drizzled that candy-red, sweet and sour sauce over every piece of battered poultry. “The office was crazy, and I barely had the chance to eat lunch.”

“I had a hectic day as well. No scratch that—hectic week.” His eyes widened as he watched Blair scoop up more food. However, his eyes were still smaller than Blair’s. Her eyes were quickly getting bigger than her stomach, without her noticing. “I see the wait was worth it. You’re really going all out,” Dakota remarked, beginning to feel the first hints of fullness. This would be his last plate of actual dinner before the mandatory dessert round.

“So worth it. Thanks for insisting on going out to eat.”

“My pleasure. I’m glad I’ve made you so happy”

She side-eyed him. “Don’t go stealing credit. The food did all the work.”

…

“Ugghh, fuck,” Dakota exhaled, sitting back in his chair with his hands resting on his middle. “That was good.” He pushed his empty bowl of ice cream away from him. There was one more cup of mousse that he couldn’t bring himself to eat, but other than that, he had cleaned his plate.

Blair had done the same. Her bowl of strawberry ice cream was also empty. “Finished?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, rubbing his abdomen.

“Me too.” She reached across the table to swipe his uneaten chocolate mousse. “…After this.”

Dakota chuckled at her. “There’s no way you aren’t full.”

“Oh, I am. But come on? It’s chocolate.”

“Your logic is sound. I concede.”

Blair was not lying; she was incredibly full. She was happy that she’d chosen to wear pants with a stretchy waist. She finished Dakota’s discarded dessert quickly, so quickly in fact that it took her belly a second to react.

When her brain registered how full she was, a nauseous shiver zipped down her spine. She let out a burp that turned into a lethargic sigh. She thought the drowsiness would hit her immediately, but that was not the dominant sensation. Rather than being tired, she just kind of felt heavy. She rose from her chair, holding onto the table to get up.

“Whoa,” she swayed on her feet, “I’m so full.”

“I got you,” Dakota said, lending his arm for her to hold onto. “You, and your food baby.”

This baby was fucking heavy. She struggled to walk to the car, even with Dakota’s help. It was slow going, but eventually they made it. The seatbelt pressed into her overfull belly, making her squirm uncomfortably.

They were both tired, so the drive home was silent.

Well, not perfectly silent. Blair’s stomach did not know the meaning of the word. At first, it was just an internal sensation. No sounds to begin with, just the ominous feeling of her organs working. At least she hoped her stomach was working, because it was much too full for her liking. She wished she hadn’t gone up for that fourth round.

Soon, the inner working of her digestive track could not do its work without making noise. The gurgle rang out for so long, shifting in tone and wetness. Ugh God, she had definitely eaten too much.

Dakota’s jaw dropped upon hearing the unhappy noise. “Was that your stomach,” he asked, feeling a sense of Deja-vu.

Blair did not follow the same script as before. She could have told him to shut up, but she wasn’t in the mood to banter. And maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want him to shut up.

It struck her that she did want Dakota to worry about her, because she was worried about herself. Her stomach was more than full; it was sick, brimming with all the food she ate. A squiggle of nausea snaked through her belly, causing her to wrap her arms around her middle. She moaned. Another sick grumble filled the silence.

“I think I ate too much,” she said weakly. Of course, a car horn honked just as she spoke.

“What?” Dakota asked, throwing quick glances at her. The car was dark, but he knew she was sitting uncomfortably. The sour emotion wafted off her like a thick aroma.

“I ate too much,” she repeated just as her stomach whined again. “Mmm, Kota, I don’t feel good.”

“You have a stomach-ache?”

“Yes,” she said, even if it seemed like she passed ‘stomach-ache” a mile ago. This was dangerous territory. Now cresting over the land of nausea.

“Well, jeez, I wondered what you were going to do with all that food.”

Blair hiccupped then burped, tasting something sweet and sour in the back of her throat. She moaned again. “I feel sick.”

“Sick enough to throw up?”

She nodded then realized that it was dark, and that Dakota was looking at the road. “Yeah.”

“Aw, no Bee,” Dakota sighed. He rubbed nervously at the stubble on his chin, getting more concerned with each burp that escaped past her lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. That’s okay,” he said quickly, trying to diffuse the situation before she got even more upset. “We’re almost home. Do you think you can make it or do I have to pull over?”

“...Maybe.”

“Maybe what?”

“Maybe I can make it,” she mumbled.

Dakota nodded and focused on getting them home as soon as possible. They really weren’t far. Two more streets. They could make it. He looked over at Blair who kept her hand over her mouth. It was fine. She would be fine. He put his hand on her leg.

Blair surprised herself by keeping her meal down until they got home. She breathed a sigh of relief as Dakota turned off the car. She wasn’t going to be sick in the car which was a win. Maybe she would even make it to the toilet. Maybe—

But she didn’t get any farther than the driveway. As soon as she stepped out onto the pavement, her belly lurched, sending up a gush of sick that landed between her feet.

Dakota heard this from the other side of the car. He came jogging over, saying, “Alright. Okay. Good job, babe. You’re okay.” He rubbed her back as her dinner made a re-appearance. There was that Deja-vu again.

Blair’s stomach continued to make sick gurgling noises, even as it emptied. She placed her palm flat against her abdomen and kept it there until she was done. She was shaky and sore by time her stomach settled down.

“Finished?” Dakota asked, stealing her line from before. Sadly, he knew that finishing this torture was not as fun as finishing a good meal—a meal which was now splattered between their feet.

Blair wiped her mouth with her sleeve. “I think so.”

“Good.” He kissed the side of her head. “I’m sorry tonight ended the way it did.”

She sniffled and groaned. “Well, I have only myself to blame.”

“Don’t take all the credit,” he said with a sad smile as he led her into the house. “The food was very tempting.”

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deviator-yume · 1 year

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First time writing a fix like this, don’t mind me!😭

Content!!!: This fic contains mentions of blood, wounds, hunger, and stomachache. Don’t read if any of these makes you weary!⚠️

Characters: Xiao and Lumine🌟🕊️

Summary: After dealing with yet another trifling battle against the monsters who dare cause transgressions in Liyue, Xiao is heavily burdened and weak as a result. Fortunately, he meets a familiar face who lends him a well deserved hand.

Setting: Guili Plains, Liyue. (Present)

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Agony was all that ravaged the body of the Conqueror of Demons as he stood over his victims he had just mutilated. Typical beasts that were no struggle to defeat as they were weak to begin with. Always attempting to bring disorder to Guili Plains, Xiao was used to handling these affairs. However, this mere battle left him greatly ravaged. Hyperventilating, the Vigilant Yaksha was in a frail status due to the karmic debt that had circulated in his body for a millennium. He had started to cling to his weapon as his body lowered to the ground slowly. This pain, it was incomprehensible. The adeptus held back the anguish the best he could as he tried to stand up. His grasp on the jade spear grew tighter each second. The karmic debt at this time was more extreme than usual. Xiao was not about to succumb, not now, not until his duties as an adepti were vanquished like the pathetic opponents who dared to trifle against him. With his slight boost of determination, he got up on his fragile legs and began to walk away. Lacerations on his arms and a cut on his face, he continued his way for a place to rest. Despite writhing in pain still, he couldn’t let this one battle weigh him down so easily.

Too weakened to shift from one location to another, he strolled along the peaceful paths of Guili Plains, a section of Liyue he had spent most of his time in. He noticed an amber sandbearer tree that he could rest under just for a mere moment. Xiao laid his weapon on the gentle grass and rested his back against the tree. He felt as though he could simply let his injuries heal with ease with no assistance at all. Xiao let out a weary sigh and shut his eyes in hopes that his short rest would allow him to wake up robust as ever. Minutes passed, no disturbances to hinder his attempt at rest, until he woke up to the sudden noises of scampering. Fearing it was an enemy, his sore eyes opened instantly and he grabbed a hold of his weapon to fend off against whatever was nearby. Much to his dismay, it was a just crimson fox that was prancing along the plains. Its loud movement was the source that had awoken the Yaksha who was just about to enter a deep sleep. He sighed as his state of slumber was now interrupted.“Ugh, never a moment of peace,” Xiao said angrily. Now irritated by the startelement, the vigilant yaksha held his hands behind his head and rested back on the bark of the tree. He shut his eyes again in hopes for tranquility yet again. A sudden roar that bellowed from his abdomen suddenly broke the silence yet again. He placed his hand around his stomach and winced in response. Hunger was an occurrence he rarely acknowledged due to its insignificance with his duties. “Argh, what a nuisance,” the now starving yaksha told himself. Food was now a necessity in mind in order to calm his angered belly. He grabbed his weapon and reluctantly started to make his way to Wangshu Inn. His injuries seemed muffled as his walking felt less frail than before. The embarrassment of asking Smiley Yanxiao started to circle his head suddenly. Given his role in Liyue, he found it would be pathetic to ask a mortal for sustenance. Another grumble from his stomach irked him however as he pondered. “Shut it already,” Xiao exclaimed as he placed his hand yet again to his belly. “I’ll just find food somewhere else so you can quit mortifying me.” As he spoke furiously to his organ, a delightful aroma caught his attention. He paused and looked around his surroundings. Nothing seemed to be in sight. That was until he saw in the distance someone with foreign clothes, and velvety blonde hair in a little camp preparing a meal. “L-lumine,” the young yaksha said quietly.

Lumine had just set out ingredients to prep Grilled Tiger Fish as she developed a sudden craving for it. She lightly salted the fish with pepper and stuck it with a bamboo stick. She then raised it over the fire and patiently waited for it to become tender enough to consume. The sight of food had caught the ravenous Conqueror of Demon’s attention. Xiao moved closer behind a tree to remain hidden as he gazed at one of his few favorite people in Teyvat cook a dish he was faintly familiar with. The scent it gave off was rather delectable to his suprise. Drool slowly trickled from his mouth to which he wiped it off. He was in need of a meal but wasn’t sure if he should bother approaching her. She probably has little to no ingredients left to make an additional meal. Just walk away already. To save yourself from embarrassment. Another growl from his stomach alerted him yet again. This time noticeably louder than before. He quickly held his hands against his gut in hopes to soften the grumbles. It seemed useless as Lumine shot her head in the distance, puzzled at what source could have made such a sound. “Hello? Who’s there,” She called out now, curious. Xiao cringed upon hearing her acknowledgement and shifted to another tree still within the area to avoid being spotted. He placed a hand over his face with his cheeks turning red from that ordeal. She couldn’t find him in such a pathetic state now. “Anyone there,” Lumine called from a distance yet again, nearing his location. With a sigh of reluctance, Xiao shifted on top of the sturdy branch of a tree and responded back acting as if he had just arrived. “Who are you calling out for,” he said loud enough for Lumine to look up to see the Adeptus of Guili Plains towering over appearing reserved as ever, but with faint lacerations on his body.

“Oh- Xiao hi! You startled me, sorry. I was just pacing around looking for an animal that let out a strange growl from by the trees,” Lumine responded, smiling knowing she was in the presence of the adorable pint-sized adepti she had become acquainted with for quite some time. “Hmph I see. Well it seems like nothing is within our presence so perhaps you were mistaken,” Xiao said as a way to cover from the mortifying moment that had just occurred. “Well that’s good to know. Say, are you okay? I noticed the scars around your body. Did you get wounded by any chance,” Lumine said, now concerned with another issue. Xiao shifted in front of her so they could better communicate. “Nothing but abyss mages and mitachurls that I had a run in with. I’m in no need of aid for these afflictions,” He stated with his usual aggressive tone. Lumine’s eyes peered at the slashes and couldn’t take his response at face value. “That’s preposterous. Please follow me to my campsite and let me tend to your wounds,” she said eager to lend him a hand. Xiao suddenly remembering his hunger problem felt that there was no arguing there even if it would seem pitiful. “Ugh fine, but only since it’s you of course,” He said with annoyance emitting from his voice.

They both walked to the mini camp and sat on logs next to each other. Lumine rummaged through her travel kit looking for dressings and bandages to tend to his lacerations. The aloof Conqueror of Demons had his arms crossed and stared at the fire, but his eyes then lingered to the freshly cooked tiger fish that Lumine had left on foil. His abdomen gurgled at the sight of it which caused him to wince again. He turned to Lumine who didn’t seem to hear which calmed him down. Desperate for a bite, he felt she wouldn’t mind for him to eat her meal. After all, they were more than companions in his eyes. He contemplated for a fleeting moment before reaching out his hand to grasp the kebab. “Alright! I got the supplies. I’m sorry for the wait,” Lumine exclaimed back to Xiao who brought his arm back swiftly. Too slow. “Okay just keep your arm out and I'll apply the bandages. I should warn you, this will hurt so be cautious.” Xiao nodded as he let out his left arm. Lumine first attempted to stop the bleeding by putting pressure over the cuts. Xiao winced in response to which Lumine stopped. “Sorry! Too hard,” she asked nervously. “No, just keep doing your thing. I can handle anything,” The valiant slaughterer of monsters said. She nodded and continued to apply pressure. Blood was seeping out slowly but she continued until it stopped to which she wrapped the dressing with a roller bandage.

She tended to the other cuts similarly until Xiao was now given the aid he needed. “And that's the last one. Perfect,” Lumine said as she placed the last bandage on his left cheek. He placed his hand over it feeling strangely relieved. Usually he would let the wounds run his course whenever but this assistance made him feel warm. Staring into her golden, glamorous eyes along with that inviting grin filled him with relief. “T-thank you, Lumine. You didn’t have to go through the troubles of course,” Xiao said, stuttering over his words awkwardly. “It was nothing. Now I should get back to eating, you can continue on if you want to now,” She said, grabbing her grilled tiger fish. Before he could speak, Lumine sighed in displeasure as she stared at the kebab. “It’s gone cold now. Darn it.” Now was his opportunity as his stomach was still aching from a lack of food.

“You can just cook another one, correct? I mean you do wander around stockpiling with treasures and ingredients tediously.” “Haha that's me alright. I can make you something as well if you would like. I can whip us both something for the night,” Lumine offered. Xiao, now finally able to dine on something, delighted him. He was famished for at least three plates of food as his stomach had been empty for far too long. “Hm. Well would min-,” Before he could speak his stomach gurgled in anticipation rendering the two silent. Xiao’s face flustered in an instant and turned his head away with his arms covering his tummy. How mortifying. Lumine, who stayed silent for mere seconds couldn’t help but giggle as a result of the sound of the intimidating Adeptus’ stomach. “Well you sure sound ravenous,” She said, hoping to reassure him. Xiao looked back, noticing her now gleeful face as a result of his pathetic abdomen emitting such ignorant noises. “Wait, were you by any chance the source of the growls I heard earlier,” Lumine added, starting to piece things together. “No! Whatever you heard must’ve been a creature. I was never here until I heard your calls of distress,” Xiao quickly responded. “Hmph! Can you just give me a plate of grilled tiger fish and two bowls of almond tofu?” “Of course! I’m sorry that was just so sudden,” Lumine composed herself as she rummaged through her kit to prepare the two of them their dinner for the night.

After a while, Lumine set the two of them their meals. Xiao grabbed a hold of his dish and began eating without a shred of decency to thank Lumine. That ordeal left him too humiliated to speak another word. He first ate grilled tiger fish, a familiar adepti’s favorite meal. While it tasted pungent, it was fulfilling enough. He wasn’t too fond of a lot of mortal cuisines but it didn’t hurt to try. Nonetheless, the real dish of pleasure was his favorite, almond tofu. The soothing texture and the succulent sweetness it offered. The feeling of his full stomach was refreshing after hours of torment. Time had passed and the two were finished with their meals. Lumine stretched her arms as she was greatly fatigued for the night. She stood up ready to set off to sleep which she had expected to do much earlier prior to stumbling upon the wounded yaksha's. “Alright, well that was a good snack for the night! Hopefully my cooking wasn’t too weak in your subjective tastes,” Lumine said joyously as she turned to face Xiao who was leaning over with a hand placed on his stomach. She walked up to him and asked what was wrong. “Gruh, nothing I can’t handle. Just go off to bed. I’ll take my leave now, ” he said in noticeable discomfort as he began to walk away. “Of course I won’t let you stroll off if you are still feeling frail,” Lumine responded, grabbing a hold of his arm and bringing him to her tent. “Hey! What are you do-,” Xiao tried to insist that he was yet again alright, but a sudden pang from his stomach caused him to squirm. Lumine placed him on her sleeping bag and sat down next to him with a look of distress on her face. “You must have a stomach ache. Just relax, I can help you yet again,” She said with a soft tone of reassurance. “Ugh, I told you it’s fine. Some of you mortals are too compassionate for your own sakes,” Xiao said weakly knowing she would still commit regardless of his pleas. Lumine got closer to the reserved slayer of demons and placed her hand around the center of his tummy and caressed it gently. Another grumble emitting from his organ occurred as a result. “Urgh, Lumine qui-,” Xiao grunted in pain but his feeling of agony yet again shifted. The feeling of her hand massaging his sore belly was strangely satisfying. “Lu-lumine?” He was starting to lose his voice and began to rest his head on the famed outlander. Lumine chuckled as Xiao was left speechless. He wanted desperately to leave on his own accord but was too soothed by this sensation he never felt before. Xiao’s eyelids grew heavy and the suffering adeptus soon fell deep into a slumber, finally being able to take it easy.

#gen//shin im//pact #gen//shin #yume fics #yume flustered rnn #yume posts #genshin hunger #hunger fic

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y-so-hungry · 3 months

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Hungry Boy: Chapter 1

Summary: Joseph and Adam have had a mutual crush on each other for months now, though neither knows the other's feelings. Today, Adam goes to the diner that Joseph works at, hungry for dinner, and finds out that Joseph hasn't actually eaten all day... neither of their stomachs will stop rumbling either.

Notes: Hey everyone! This is a RP I did with someone, who wishes to remain anonymous, but was happy to share with you all our story! There will be 6 chapters, which I'm going to try and post one each day. They're all part of a single rp and I had to break it into chapters to avoid the story being WAY too long for one post. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Tags (for the whole story, not just this chapter): hunger, stuffing, starved to stuffed, stomach growling, belly rubs, light bondage, masturbation, cooking, friends to lovers, M/M

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Adam walked into the diner after a long day at work, shivering from the cold wind and snow outside. He stomped off the snow on his shoes at the doormat, and his stomach gurgles at the smell of food permeating the small diner. There were a few other people inside, apparently also tired and cold from the day. He looked up at the bar and saw his favorite waiter, Joseph, standing there filling another customer's coffee. He smiled, and called out to him.

"Oi, Joey, ya got an open spot for me?"

The cup fills to the top, and Joseph immediately springs his head toward the entrance to see Adam grinning widely at him. Joseph smiles back, happy to see a familiar face.

"Adam! Come in, come in!" he calls back, leaving his first customer to enjoy his coffee. "We got a few empty tables, how many in your party?”

"Just one today. Just need to fill up before I go home," he says, patting his stomach underneath his maroon turtleneck sweater.

"Busy day today?" Joseph chats, picking up a stray glass and casually wiping it down with a cloth. "I know how that feels. Right now's the only time it hasn't been busy today, I haven't had much of a chance to eat anything since breakfast."

Adam frowns.

"You haven't? Jeez, love, you must be starving!" he says. A very faint blush colors his cheeks as he realizes he accidentally said 'love' to the waiter he'd had a crush on for months now, and also at the fact that Joseph admitted he was hungry. Something about hunger had always been... interesting to Adam, say the least.

Thinking the pet name as just a friendly gesture, Joseph bobs his shoulders in a little laugh. "You get used to it. Seeing so many people eating can kind of fill the gap, you know?"

Fill ...Joseph's eye catches another waiter walk to a table with a tray full of freshly cooked food; a few burgers and chicken tender sides, even a bowl of onion rings. The smell carries over to his nose, and he has to swallow before he starts drooling.

"Um- I'll be with you in a second!" he says in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. "I just- need to clean these glasses."

Adam raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure that watching people eat would actually “fill in the gap”, but didn't argue.

"No worries, take your time," he said with a laugh. He sat in his usual booth and considered the menu. His stomach rumbled at the sight of the food on it, and he couldn't help palming his belly again, rubbing it a little. He'd even eaten lunch, he could imagine poor Joseph's belly was practically howling with hunger... Part of him hoped he would be able to hear it when he came by for his order.

Placing the final polished glass with the others, Joseph turned toward Adam's table ready to take his order. Upon closer inspection, he can see Adam has placed his hand on top of his stomach, rubbing slow circles into it. He isn't sure if it's the hunger getting to him or something else, but the sight is enough to make his cheeks feel ever so slightly warm. It's probably just Adam, right? Joseph's been holding feelings for him for a little while now, it must be that. But it's specifically when he sees the attention on his stomach that...

Joseph shakes the thought from his head and takes out a notebook and pen once he reaches Adam's table. "Good day, sir. May I take your order?" he playfully asks in a faux-fancy voice.

Adam laughed.

"Mmh, I think the only thing that's been on my mind since I left work is getting the biggest burger on the menu," he says, sounding almost dreamy as he talks about it. "Side of fries, chocolate milkshake. Ooh and chicken strips. Carbs and meat are the goal right now."

His stomach gurgles quietly again and he rubs his belly more, licking his lips.

Joseph's breath catches upon hearing Adam's stomach. He can't deny that his listing of the food makes his own stomach cramp with hunger, his mind filling with images of all the items being cooked in the kitchen.

"Your stomach sounds like it agrees," he says, attempting to be teasing but unable to hide the small voice crack.

Adam's face blushed further and he pressed his fingers sharply into his stomach as he laughed.

"I'm starving, honestly. It was rumbling the whole drive here!"

Oh, geez. Joseph feels his heart skip a beat as Adam says that, the image of him sitting in the car with a rumbling, gurgling stomach during the entire drive filling his head. He doesn't need this now, especially when he's still got other customers to serve once this order is done.

"Hope it wasn't too distracting," he nervously chuckles, then takes a second look at the notebook. "Right, so- Number 3 burger, side of fries, chocolate milkshake and some chicken strips. Is that everything?"

"That should be it!” Adam answers. “Thanks so much, Joe, you're the best."

Joseph grins, his chest feeling warm. "Aw, shucks. I'll see if I can make the order come quickly, just for you."

He turns to leave, peeling off the order from the notebook, but is stopped by his stomach letting out a deep, hollow rumble, one that's not quiet either. He gasps, free hand flying straight for his belly in an attempt to cover up the sound. Damn dress shirt, it's not gonna hide anything.

Adam immediately feels his heart begin to pound, his breath catching harshly as he hears poor Joseph's belly growl. It was loud, loud enough that there's no way Adam could pretend he hadn't heard.

"Jeez, Joseph, was that your stomach?" he says, his voice sounding surprised but gentle, and also strangely intrigued. His eyes were trained on Joseph's belly, and the hand pressing into the area under his ribs.

Joseph feels every inch of his face cringe, his cheeks surely flushing bright red in embarrassment. Though he turns back around to face Adam, he can't bring himself to look him in the eye. He can only keep his eyes focused on his own empty gut, hoping it doesn't protest again.

"Uh...yeah. It was. Guess I'm hungrier than I thought, huh? H-heh..."

"Aw you poor thing. You really haven't eaten anything since breakfast have you?" Adam says.

Poor thing. Joseph's chest flutters as the words float around in his mind. Why does he feel like this? Why is he afraid of Adam finding out something he has no idea about? Why does this have to be happening in the middle of his shift?

"N-no, not really. Busy shift," he sputters as his eyes dart back and forth. "I'll go get your order ready- won't be long!"

He's quick to escape, hugging his arms tightly around his middle so as to not give anything else away.

Adam opens his mouth but Joseph has already sped away, off to hand the order to the chefs. Adam's stomach gurgles again, but he finds he's wondering more about how hungry Joseph feels right now, rather than himself. Poor guy has been running around all day on an empty stomach...

Suddenly Adam wonders if that was the first time his belly had rumbled in front of a customer, or if it had happened already today. That brought an odd feeling, wondering how flustered Adam got in front of other customers, wondering if his belly had been just as loud then. He could imagine him going off to rub his poor empty belly in private somewhere in the back, trying to get it to calm down before going out for the next order...

Jesus, Adam, quit thinking about that, getting riled up in a public restaurant is the last thing we want right now, he thinks to himself.

In the kitchen, Joseph hands off the piece of paper to a chef and makes his way back into the diner, wiping his forehead and taking a moment to breathe. What the hell was that?! he angrily thinks to himself. Getting turned on in the middle of the diner right in front of your crush- you're gonna make a fool of yourself! You got other people to serve, you moron!

Just then, he catches sight of another table glancing at him hopefully, waiting for their order to be taken. He clears his mind of any remaining dirty thoughts and makes his way over, notepad ready.

Adam watched as Joseph took a table's order, then came out a few minutes later holding a tray full of food for another table that had ordered earlier. Joseph gave a small smile to Adam before training his eyes back on the table, but as he came nearer, Adam could hear his stomach practically moaning with hunger. It wasn't as loud as before, but it was constant, grumbling all the way as he passed Adam's table. Immediately he felt his face flush and suddenly all he wanted to do was push his hands into Joseph's stomach and rub his poor belly, feeling it growl under his fingers.

The more Joseph works, the more his hunger grows, and the more his hunger grows the more he wishes he could be alone and take care of it, but he knows that that’s not going to happen anytime soon. Occasionally he’ll see Adam glancing at him, and his heart beats faster every time. Stop it, he tries telling himself. Focus on your work. You can eat later. Just keep going.

Not only that, he hopes that Adam’s order will be done soon so he doesn’t have to be hungry any longer. Even if the sounds are…kind of nice.

He really does look hungry, Adam thinks to himself as he watches Joseph continue on with his job. He can see the way his eyes catch on certain dishes, the way his hand absentmindedly settles on his middle when he's talking to a customer. Not to mention each time he passes Adam can hear small, telltale gurgles coming from his middle.

He supposed he could tell so easily in part because he was quite hungry too. His stomach would not stop rumbling, especially since the table next to him had been served a few minutes ago. The burger on that table looked so good, it made his mouth water, and his stomach gave another violent growl.

Eventually, most of the orders are taken and Adam’s order is finally ready. Joseph sighs as he picks up the tray with his food on top of it. So much for making it quick, he says to himself.

Back in the diner, he speed walks to Adam’s table, placing the tray down as quick as possible. “Hey, I’m sorry it took so long. There were a lot of big orders today. Is this everything?”

Adam's stomach gives a long, desperate moan at the sight of the food. It's so loud he can feel it shaking his ribcage, and he can feel blood rushing in his ears immediately. Both hands touch to his stomach but there's no use trying to cover the noise.

"Oh man, heh, sorry, yes I think this is everything, jesus..."

If he were a cartoon, Joseph swears that steam would be coming out of his ears at the sound of Adam’s stomach. He’s known him for years, he’s heard his stomach before…and yet it’s never been this ravenous before. He swallows to moisten his throat.

“Are you sure you ate enough for lunch? You sound starving…” he says. genuinely concerned but also a little intrigued.

"I thought I did, though I guess my job is fairly labor intensive, I'm on my feet all day helping customers, hauling around books, shelving them, but I didn't think I'd be this hungry after a day at the bookstore." He laughed and rubbed his belly as he popped a fry in his mouth. "MMMF, gods Joey, this is so good. Thank you, I swear I could kiss you."

Joseph felt his heart leap into his throat. Surely Adam didn't...mean that, right? Obviously not, they're just friends, he wouldn't actually want to kiss him...surely.

"O-oh, well, I'm- I'm glad you like it!" he stutters. "I'll make sure to send compliments to the chef, he'll-"

The smell of Adam's food wafts past Joseph's nose, and his stomach rumbles again. It's been consistently rumbling for the past hour, but Joseph's starting to reach his wit's end. Scowling, he gently smacks his notebook against his belly, as if punishing it.

"You're the one who sounds starved honestly, Joey," Adam says, sounding sincere, and yet his eyes were staring directly at Joseph's belly. "You haven't eaten all day, you must be damn near desperate now."

At this point, Joseph decides to give up on the attempt– no one in this diner believes he’s cool and collected about this– and takes a deep breath.

“God, yeah, I’m dying,” he exaggerates, gripping onto his belly. “Being around all this food is difficult on the easiest days but when you’ve barely eaten anything yourself? It’s like torture.”

His stomach lets out another long, rumbling groan. It’s enough to where he can feel it buzz against his palm. Despite his own words, his heart flutters at the feeling.

"I'm sure it is," Adam says. When Joseph's stomach rumbles again Adam's hand suddenly jumps up, Joseph's belly is so close Adam could touch it, but he quickly disguises the movement by tucking a hair behind his ear, unsure of how graceful it actually looked. "It really does sound empty, the poor hungry thing. Your shift ends in what, one, two hours?"

If he calls me a poor thing one more time– Joseph pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, attempting to hide the squirming in his legs. He feels like he’s going weak. “A-actually, I don’t have much left. I think I end in about half an hour? I’m tempted to order something myself if this keeps screaming at me.”

He gently prods his belly, which gives a small, agitated grruuu in response.

Jesus fuck it's like he's TRYING to make me lose my mind, Adam thinks as his face flushes thoroughly again at the sound. When Joseph mentioned buying something to eat however, Adam got an idea. A stupid idea, that Joseph would 100% turn down and would definitely think is weird but it's way too late Adam has already opened his mouth--

"Actually... I was wondering if maybe you would like to spend the evening at my place? You can eat there, we could talk... Maybe I could feed you?"

Thank you for reading! Chapter 2 will be posted soon!

#hunger #hunger kink #belly kink #tummy kink #stomach growling #hunger growls #hungry tummy #stuffing #inflated belly #empty belly #belly expansion #stuffed belly #belly rubs #hunger fic #hunger roleplay #stomach kink

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hollow-pocket · 7 months

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[CW: this is a hunger kink story. contains painful hunger and accidental meal skipping. character is able to eat at the end]

[this is about my OCs Gracie and Isabella who I hope to do more with later :)]

Gracie sat down at her desk, relieved that she’d made it to work on time. Her alarm hadn’t gone off, and she’d been worried she would be late enough to get reprimanded by her boss, who, while nice, was an absolute monster about punctuality.

She opened the incoming file folder on her desk and booted up her computer. Gracie didn’t look like the type to enjoy bureaucracy—all heavy eyeliner, black clothes, and chains, not to mention she was a big woman, six feet tall and wider than most—but she loved it. The completion of the tasks satisfied her, and she was good at it.

She reached forward to get her computer monitor adjusted to her preferences, and as she pushed her arm forward it made her stretch from fingertip to hips. Her stomach, having been curled over protectively by her bad posture, took the opportunity of the new space to grumble gently.

Gracie winced, bringing her hand back to rest on it. Of course, being nearly late she hadn’t had time to eat breakfast.

It was just one skipped meal though, nothing she couldn’t handle.

Her boss, Ivan, came to check up about an hour later. “Hey Gracie,” he said, examining the pile of papers on her desk. “How’s it going? Lots to do today?”

She shrugged. “Not too much, that’s actually the finished pile.”

He raised an eyebrow, impressed. “Well, you’re flying through this. If you finish early and Diane says there’s nothing else to do you can head out, it’s a pretty slow day today.”

Gracie thanked him happily. Isabella’s commute was shorter than hers, meaning her girlfriend would already be home when she got back and they’d be able to spend more time together.

Just then, Gracie’s neglected stomach pushed in on itself again, aching painfully beneath her ribs. She reached up to rub the cramp on instinct, but the pressure her hand put on it caused it to unclench, and let out a long, whining growl.

Ivan raised an eyebrow, and Gracie was grateful that her darker skin hid her flush. “Was that your stomach?” Ivan asked.

Gracie nodded, embarrassed. “I didn’t get a chance to eat breakfast this morning,” she explained.

Ivan nodded. “Well, it’s nearly lunch. Make sure you get something.”

“I will, thank you,” Gracie said, feeling her stomach twist again at the thought of lunch. Ivan nodded and moved on.

Gracie worked diligently until the clock hit 12:30, her hunger not strong enough to impact her work. She kept a hand on her belly though, pushing into it whenever a particularly sharp pang hit her.

When lunch hit, she opened her bag and started rifling around for her wallet. She couldn’t find it. After a couple minutes of searching, she was forced to conclude that it wasn’t there. She and her stomach groaned in unison. She sucked in, rubbing it again.

“Sorry tummy,” she muttered. “I’m hungry too, but looks like we’ll just have to wait.”

She managed to find enough coins in her purse to buy a couple granola bars from the vending machine, and resolved to save them until absolutely necessary. It was going to be a long day.

A few hours later, Gracie had checked, filed, and stored the last of her papers. Her fingers were starting to get shaky on the keys of her computer, and she was relieved Ivan had already told her she could go.

She went over to Diane’s office to make sure. “Oh, hi Gracie. Yeah, just this, then you can head out,” Diane said, handing her a folder.

Gracie bit her lip to stifle a groan, then headed back to her desk without complaint. She slumped down into her chair, stomach churning miserably. She felt painfully empty.

With a sigh, she opened the folder. She judged the work inside would only take about forty minutes, and grimly got down to it.

Half an hour later, she wasn’t even halfway done. Her belly snarled, deep and resonant. She was too hungry to focus. Her mind kept drifting to Isabella’s cooking, and how nice it would feel to have a warm meal in her hollow tummy.

She pulled out one of the granola bars and ate it. It steadied her, sharpened her mind, and she got back to work with relief.

Half an hour later she was done, and she headed out to her car. Her stomach wailed mournfully as she stepped in, and she sighed. The snack had helped with her energy, but it hadn’t dampened her hunger. If anything, her stomach seemed more upset that it hadn’t gotten anything more substantial.

Gracie pulled out of the parking lot, relieved to be heading home. Her stomach was growling near constantly now. It took quite a bit of food to keep someone of her size happy and satiated, and her body was not dealing well with the lack.

She pressed a hand into her famished belly, wincing as the she felt the ripples of an especially loud growl.

As she pulled onto the highway, she stared at the road ahead of her. The traffic was awful, worse than usual. Dismayed, she checked her GPS and saw that an accident had nearly doubled her hour long commute.

Another hunger pang hit her, and she dropped her head onto the steering wheel. Her stomach was aching horribly, neglected and angry about it. It felt terribly pinched and hollow, like it was trying to fold in on itself to make her feel less starkly empty.

She felt awful, and decided to call Isabella to let her know what time she’d be home.

Isabella picked up with a “hey baby,” and Gracie felt better almost immediately.

“Hi,” she said, smiling faintly at her girlfriend’s voice. “I got to leave work early but there’s a traffic jam on the highway so I won’t be back until around 6.”

“That sucks,” Isabella said sympathetically.

“Yeah. I really wanted to get back early today.”

“Aw, don’t worry babe,” Isa said gently, and Gracie could hear her moving around the house. “6 is still earlier than usual.”

“Yeah,” she said glumly. Her stomach rumbled plaintively, reminding her that it wasn’t early enough.

Isabella paused. “What was that noise?”

“Probably just the traffic,” Gracie said quickly. She didn’t want her girlfriend to worry too much about her. “I’ll be home in an hour or so.”

“Ok,” Isabella said. “I’ll see you then. I was just about to start on dinner, any requests?”

At the mention of dinner, the hunger pang that had been steadily building inside Gracie’s abdomen released, and her ravenous stomach roared, a deafening growl that trailed off into smaller gurgles.

She winced, knowing Isa had definitely heard that, and it would be hard to blame on the cars around her.

“Grace,” Isabella said, worry evident in her voice, “was that your stomach?”

“Yeah,” Gracie admitted, frowning as the starved organ immediately cramped again, gnawing away at itself with nothing else in it to digest.

“What did you have for lunch?” Isa asked, concerned.

“Forgot my wallet,” Gracie said sadly. “And I didn’t have breakfast because I was almost late and you know how Ivan gets.”

Isabella sighed. “How are you feeling?”

Gracie rubbed slow circles onto her aching tummy. “Really hungry,” she said softly. Her stomach grumbled again, and she amended, “starving.”

“Oh, baby,” Isabella said, and Gracie closed her eyes against the prick of tears. The hunger had made her lose her grip on her emotions a bit. “Only an hour to go right? And when you get here I’ll have dinner already waiting for you, how does that sound?”

“Good,” Gracie said, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Really good.”

“Okay,” Isabella said. “I’ll see you then. Do you have anything small you can eat so you don’t get too shaky? I don’t want you driving if it’s dangerous.”

“I have a granola bar in my bag,” Gracie said, realizing she’d forgotten about it.

“Eat that alright? I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Isabella said, and Gracie hung up. Traffic was barely moving, so she had plenty of time to grab and eat the granola bar.

It made her feel less like crying, which she was grateful for.

A little under an hour later, she pulled into the driveway, feeling nothing but relief.

Her stomach rolled, groaning like a foghorn. Nothing but relief and hunger, anyway.

She walked inside and was greeted by the smell of Isabella’s cooking. It went straight to her empty and cramping stomach, and she had to lean against the wall to steady herself, abruptly dizzy.

“You’re home!” Isa exclaimed, coming over to hug her. Gracie hugged back gratefully.

Her stomach growled angrily between them, and Isabella pulled back to rub it. “Oh, your poor belly.”

She dug her finger in expertly, easing the worst of the hunger pangs by working them out through a vicious sort of massage.

Gracie moaned with relief, slumping into her girlfriend.

“Come on,” Isabella said, helping her to the table while still rubbing firm circles into her belly. “Let’s get something in your stomach.”

There was already a plate at her seat, loaded with noodles. Gracie dug in gratefully, her stomach starting a racket as soon as the first bite entered her mouth, demanding more.

The warmth of the noodles was wonderfully soothing in her hollow stomach, and soon she had eaten her fill.

“Feeling better?” Isabella asked with a smile.

“Much,” Gracie said, leaning over to kiss her. “What would I do without you?”

“Live on granola bars probably,” Isabella said with a grin, and Gracie laughed.

Even the worst days were less bad, when she could come home to this.

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cyb3r-st4t · 2 months

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The Project.

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Warnings: This is a hunger fic!! If that’s of no interest to you, DNI! This fic is mainly just fluffy, but mentions skipping dinner, pulling an all nighter, and has a few suggestive jokes heh, that’s about it! If i miss anything, as always, let me know!!

Characters: Venti and Aether <3

POV: It’s the night before Valentine’s day… and Aether hasn’t finished his gift to Venti just yet.

Setting: Modern day college AU :]

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The day had been filled with so much more work than initially intended as Aether quickly threw his things to the floor of his dorm room, and got to his knees to pull out the gift he’d been making for his beloved, Venti, from under his bed. The project consisted of a bulletin board painted with lighter colors, pictures of the two, cheesy love quotes, and other small decorations. He even had a small gift of sweets and a stuffed animal already waiting for him in a basket.

Now… did this take a great amount of Aethers paycheck? Yes… would he let Venti find that out? Heavens no… would he find out anyway? He always did.

Aether pulled his phone from his pocket and turned on a video for background noise, propped it up against his backpack, and pulled out the rest of his materials to finish the project. The time read 7:33. He didn’t think he would stay as long as he did at the Library… did he even eat lunch? Yeah, he had just a small bag of chips before he left for the library for his studies. “Lunch.” With a shake of his head, he picked up a picture of the two and began to cut out the premises of it into a heart shaped pattern— gluing it to a pink sheet of construction paper, and then cutting that into a heart as well for boarder.

Cheesy, but that was what these two knew best.

Aether tried to keep his scraps as contained as he could, but the more the time progressed, he gave up on the idea of a clean space— scraps and shavings covered the tan colored carpet he sat on, one’s sticky with glue finding themselves attached to some of the most inconvenient spots possible— legs, clothes, other finished pieces, etc.

The time now read 8:42… Aether just barely glanced at it before having to double take.

“Damn.” He muttered before looking back down to the project. It still had a long way to go…

He set his supplies down for a moment, and stretched his arms out above his head, his back thanking him for even the smallest of gestures as he’d been hunched over the lovey-dovey project for an hour now.

guuuuuuuu…

Despite his stomachs complaint, he finished his stretch before relaxing back into his shrimp held position, sighing as he looked down to the bulletin board. He debated on taking a break to find a snack… but he really needed to finish this before, at the very latest, three in the morning. He couldn’t be tired for their day tomorrow… that wouldn’t be fair.

This would have been done by now if he hadn’t taken a day to do nothing on Monday… or if he didn’t study for that test he knew he was going to do fine on… this would have already been done if—

He shut his eyes, rubbing at them before he switched his position to lying down on his stomach; picking the supplies up once more.

He could finish it before then.

Hunger squeezed within his stomach once more, but instead of taking that as a sign he should eat something, he turned it into a ‘I can eat when I finish it, it’ll be like a reward.’

More snipping, gluing, and time passing, the project was finally finished. Though, it still had to dry, he propped it up in front of a lightly running fan, he sighed contently with his works. It was perfect… he hoped Venti would like it.

But… what if he didn’t? What if he was expecting something more…?

He rolled his eyes at himself before he finally laid himself down on the squishy surface of his bed.

grrrrrrowlllllll….

He placed his hands flat against his stomach as it yelled at him once more, but unfortunately, the tiredness of his mind was winning over the hunger in his stomach; he wanted to sleep so much more than he wanted to eat… he’d just do that in the morning.

Still in his school clothes, he shut his eyes, and fairly quickly drifted off into sleep.

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bzzzzz… bzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Aether blinked himself awake… the brightness in the room making it difficult to at first. When reality fully clicked into his head, he quickly sat up and looked around the surface of his bed. He fell asleep?? Since when???

Upon spotting his phone, he quickly snatched it up to four text messages from Venti… two from last night, and two from about a minute ago.

“Your dorm at 12? Okay! What’re we gonna do? ;]”

“Never mind that, you should rest! Make sure you eat dinner too! Love you! ❤️”

“Happy Valentines day!! 💞💘”

“Hey, are you awake? I’m starting to worry a little. :[“

Fuck.

Aether’s fingers fumbled over the keyboard for a few moments before he gathered the ability to send his first text.

“Sorry! I fell asleep early and forgot to set my alarm! I’m awake and I’m okay!” Sends the first text. Then he looked at the time… 11:30.

FUCK.

“Oh wow, I really did sleep in.” He sends.

Typing…

“Yeah, you sure did!! Do you need me to wait a little longer? I can come over at 1. :]” Venti replies.

…

“No, It’s okay, I’ll be ready in just a few!” Aether sends.

Typing…

“Ok! See you then mon amor!~ ;]” Venti replies.

Aether hearted this message.

Tugging himself out of bed, Aether dug through his dresser and made his disheveled bed before he pulled himself together in a nicely styled outfit. He tied his hair back in a half up half down style, and set out his nicer pair of shoes to be ready to wear for when they finally left for their date. They were supposed to go to lunch, walk through an aquarium, and then end the night in dinner and some other fun… but knowing them, their plans would be all over the place depending on what catches their eyes first.

Typical!

Aether glanced down at the present for a quick moment before double taking.

Was it even dry?

What was he going to wrap it in??

Was he going to wrap it at all???

God fucking damn—

Three knocks rang through Aethers dorm room followed by the calming tune of his boyfriend’s voice, despite the fact that he wasn’t singing anything… rather than being annoying.

“Aeeeetherrrrrr… lemme iiiiiiiinnnnnn!” Venti hollered before he began to drum his knuckles against the door.

Fuck.

“One second!” Aether called out before he began to set up the scene. He propped the bulletin board up in an obvious spot, and set the basket of other presents nicely beside it.

He stared at the set up for one extra moment to ensure everything was okay before turning to open the door for Venti.

Venti stood perfectly centered in the frame of the door, holding a bouquet of roses and a bag of goodies, a smile on his face before the sight of Aether’s well-being began to fix itself into his eyesight. His smile faltered a bit.

“My-My, you really did just wake up, didn’t you?” Venti cooed as he stepped closer to Aether whom almost immediately redirected his gaze elsewhere.

“Yeah— my hairs a mess… maybe… and i didn’t get to iron my clothes— sorry.” He apologized before Venti shut him up through a kiss.

Pulling away, Venti shook his head.

“That’s not what i’m talking about, you look utterly exhausted.”

“Oh… that… maybe.” Aether fumbled before cutting his worry short by placing his hands over Venti’s eyes. “You’re supposed to have your eyes shut anyway! My surprise isn’t wrapped!”

Venti stared at the palms of Aether’s hands for a moment before huffing and shutting his eyes.

“Well— you didn’t say that!” He argued sarcastically, holding his hand out to be guided.

Aether took Venti’s hand gently and pulled him deeper into his dorm room, the door shutting itself behind them. When rightfully positioned, he let go of Venti’s hand and readied himself to allow Venti permission to open his eyes… but that doubt that this gift wasn’t good enough crept back up on him. He wasn’t sure why, though. He could have gifted Venti a jar of dirt and Venti would have put it on a shelf and named it— this wasn’t rocket science. So why was he so worried?

“Should I be worried I didn’t prepare myself good enough this morning?” Venti teased with a smirk, which only got him nudged by an elbow.

“No— you can open.” Aether responded.

Venti finally opened his eyes. It took his brain a moment to process what the present was as his eyebrows pinched with confusion— his eyes squinted as he leaned in closer. When it finally registered what the present was, he let out an audible gasp followed by ooo’s and awhh’s.

“I didn’t get you anything like this!!” Venti complained with a frown, turning towards Aether, that look of guilt plastered all over his face.

Aether smiled.

“I didn’t expect you to, I just wanted to get crafty… or try to.” He said with a nervous laugh.

Venti quickly hugged him, planting yet another kiss right on his lips. He pulled away seconds later and looked back at the gift.

“I love it, and it will go on my wall, and I will absoLUTELY be adding to this with time.” Venti said with a wide smile. Aether couldn’t have been more relieved to hear that.

“I’m glad…”

Interrupting the sentimental moment, the sound of a pitifully empty stomach growled its way into the conversation, none other than Aether’s. Both of them tensed to the sound. Venti looked to Aether, a concerned look on his face, and Aether looked anywhere else.

Silence…

“…no breakfast?” Venti asked.

“…no.”

“Okay… what about dinner?”

“……no.”

His head tilted with concern, Venti just gave him a look, a look that Aether didn’t have to see to know which look it was.

“We talked about this.”

“I know—“

“I even reminded you…”

“I know.”

“Aether.”

“I know!” Aether interrupted, “I got a little side tracked… it’s not gonna happen again… I promise.”

Venti’s gaze didn’t leave Aether’s face as he scanned every inch of it. He reached on of his hands up, brushing bits of his hair out of his face, gathering a piece, and twirled it around his finger.

“I’m worried.”

“…You don’t have to be.” Aether reassured as he showered Venti’s face with kisses, almost as some form of distraction— or in hopes to distract him.

It didn’t work despite the effort.

Venti pondered for a moment.

“I trust you, but don’t you think for a moment that i wont be asking you for more confirmation on your meals.” Venti huffed, his tone completely serious. “Now! let’s go get lunch, you deserve it for all of your hard work. Where should we go?”

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angstyaches · 10 days

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hi flick, so good to see you! hope you're well and congrats on 1,000 :)

drabble idea if you're open to it, thinking sometime a bit later in the timeline: shayne is alone without someone to remind him to eat, but knows he should. up to you if he does, or doesn't, or plans to, or what.

no worries if this isn't one you wanna do!

keep taking care of yourself!

- 🐊

100x10

OKAY BUT THIS IS SUCH A PERFECT REQUEST THANK YOU

CW: hunger (unintentional), disordered eating habits, kinda light hearted (I think?)

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“I fucking know,” Shayne mumbled in response to his growling stomach.

He pulled his arms over his head and groaned. He couldn’t be doing this. If he fell apart just because he was on his own, it would break Charlie’s heart.

His tummy was sore, knotted with hunger, and even though he hadn’t done it on purpose, it was still a scary feeling. The pain eased a little as it growled again, but the sound of its hopeless clenching wasn’t exactly comforting either.

Shayne lifted his face from his pillow, sighing dramatically. “Yes, I get it. Give me a second.”

#StW Shayne #hunger drabble #drabbles #100 word drabbles #whump drabbles #whump fic #hunger fic #demon eater OC #disordered eating mention #hunger mention #🐊 anon

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atrwriting · 4 months

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future problems — coriolanus snow x fem!wife!reader

hi everyone :) jumping on the bandwagon

this man is so fine i couldn’t help myself. i hope everyone had an amazing holiday if they celebrate — i celebrate christmas, so here is my almost 10k word christmas gift to all of you xoxo love u all v much thank you for reading !!

as always, warnings: corio-lame-o is a fucking warning holy fuck, smuuuuut, arranged marriage (i think this counts?), coriolanus is a distrustful evil fuck (but he’s super hot), fem!reader, reader is married to this dickhead (i say as if i wouldn’t want to be lmao), angst, sexism and misogyny is def in here, p in v penetration, m receiving oral, choking, dom!corio, asshole!corio, sub!reader, subspace kinda

informal warnings: bro what the fuck was i on this is literally 10.2k words and i refuse to edit because im super lazy anyway we die like men you've been warned

anyways… here is future problems:

he never wanted to get married.

he saw it as a potential problem, one that would most definitely lead to loose ends — and he hated loose ends.

despised them.

however, his innate need to maintain an image was far more important to him. he weighed the costs and benefits in his head like an algorithm — check, check, check. coriolanus’ mind left no stone unturned, especially when future problems were to be squashed before they could ever be wiped from memory. in the end… he decided he would marry.

and it would be you.

he never allowed himself to be naive — so he would never allow himself to marry someone he already loved. lucy gray? a child’s want for something they can’t have, and something they wouldn’t realize until later that it was a walking regret. no — he could never marry someone that would harm him. absolutely not. out of the question. therefore, it had to be you.

it had to be you because what harm would you cause him? you were shy, quiet, of satisfactory social standing, and uncontroversial. everything a patriarch of the snow family would want. deserved. be entitled to.

he needed someone that wouldn’t be a problem — a loose end in the future. he had conquered so much — he refused to let anything else, especially as irrelevant as a significant other, stand in his way.

however… it did not aid him in his stone-cold lack of a love affair conquest that you were absolutely breathtaking.

at first, it was just an ego boost. he simply couldn’t stop his thoughts from voicing, of course she’s perfect. the snow legacy can only have perfect.

but then… oh, then…

then he saw your smile.

oh, your smile.

your fucking smile.

the first time he caught himself enjoying it — he scolded himself. he refused to see you for a week. a punishment of sorts. more so for him than for you. after, he refused to let his eyes wander on the pretty features of your face for him to witness a reaction to something someone had said or done. he didn’t want to be reminded of what it was like to experience joy or peace because someone else was experiencing it — that was what almost costed him everything he had built.

no one would ever tear that down. not again, not ever.

no one.

when the day of your marriage came, it was business as usual. he refused to meet eye contact, and did not partake in more conversations with you than he had to. he could tell you felt uncomfortable — but he forced himself not to care. he drove it down, down, down like a miner drilling for more coal — hoping, one day, it would be worth it.

and it was… until he was sick.

it was a minor ailment — nothing major, but he was on bedrest for about a week or two. he had employed enough adequate members to his staff to feel that things would at least be taken care of until then. he also found comfort in the fact that two weeks was not long enough for something irreversible to occur. if a problem had taken placed, he would be able to rectify it once he was well and able and… set aside the responsible party.

however, he did not expect one problem.

and that would be you.

he knew you were asking to see him. he knew, he knew, he knew, but he refused to let you in. you were not disrespectful — you had only asked once a day, which happened to be every day in the afternoon. he had picked you specifically because you were too quiet to be annoying. however, his own perfect, pristine, and proper plan had stabbed him in the back. he had never considered that the perfect, pristine, and proper wife would be this dutiful to him, checking in once a day on his condition and to speak with him. despite his illness, he laughed at himself — leave it to him to not expect the expected: the hand-selected dutiful wife would, in fact, be dutiful.

he had to put an end to it. he couldn’t keep saying no for another week. how was he expected to get better if you kept bothering him?

so he let you in. this once. just this once. he reasoned that if he let you in this once, you would be less persistent. just this once — and another problem would cease to plague his mind.

just this once, he chanted in his head. just this once.

he sat up straighter, and attempted to shape his hair so it wasn’t terribly unkept. he reasoned that if you saw him appearing to be healthy, you wouldn’t feel the need to come back. he thought —

but he couldn’t finish the thought.

because you walked in.

smelling like fucking lilacs.

lilacs, of all things. lilacs! not roses, not anything else — lilacs. he did not hate lilacs, but he despised the actual flower. only beautiful for so long before it died and the stench was intolerable. an inconvenience. a nuisance. a guaranteed future problem.

however, when you gifted him with a small smile — you realized why small shows of beauty were so valuable in this world. no one else saw your smile — except for those closest to you. people he hand selected to be around you to prevent future problems. he realized then — he had more control and ownership over your smile than either of you thought.

he was so stunned by your smile he didn’t even notice the tray of tea and cakes in your hand. you took a few steps towards him and he shifted in place.

“i brought your favorites,” you spoke softly. “i know you should rest — i just wanted to ask if there was anything i could do to make your recovery easier.”

“no, thank you,” he replied, voice raspy. “i should be well in a few days.”

you nodded and offered an uneasy smile. his eyes flickered over to how once you had set down the tray on his beside, you slowly wiped the palm of your hands down the front of your dress. your eyes were cast absentmindedly in front of you, on the wall — and he could tell something was plaguing your thoughts.

he then also realized there was a book on the tray, much to his dismay.

“someone had mentioned that this was your favorite author. this was published a few days ago,” you began. “i understand that you have been experiencing headaches, and may find it difficult to read… so i wanted to offer to read aloud for you, in case you found these walls dull.”

you smiled — it was an attempt at a joke. he smiled back, but only to be polite. “today i find myself wanting to sleep. i appreciate your offer.”

you smoothed your hands over your dress once more before nodding and forcing a smile. “i’ll leave you to it, then.”

you did not bid him farewell — and he found himself wondering if he was annoyed or grateful. you simply exited the room, and let the door shut softly behind you.

he scrunched his eyes at the door, swallowing hard.

however, he didn’t understand why.

he had wanted this. the perfect wife — knowing when to take a hint and frankly, fuck off. you had done that, perfectly well — so why was he pissed?

he then found himself glaring angrily at his favorite tea cakes. the swap of sugar for honey, another one of his favorites. his favorite author, a book he was excited to read when he was better. he knew that you hadn’t asked about him — he employed people with the requirement to let him know when you were asking questions. he knew your every outward thought and concern, and sometimes even the ones that weren’t shared aloud because they were so evident on your face.

and then he realized: you noticed things like he noticed things.

however, he knew why he went out of his way to notice things, but why did you?

his jaw clenched as he glared angrily at the wall in front of him. he picked up a tea cake and chewed it aggressively, swallowing it half-intact. he coughed at the barely there food, anger rising further to his flushed cheeks.

he needed to understand how, and he most certainly needed to understand why.

he never went out of his way to get to know you, because he thought he already did. he thought he had you boiled down to one thing, and one thing only: passive. incapable of proving to be any sort of roadblock that was capable of getting in his way. now that he knew you shared something with him, what else was shared? was there something he had to look out for? was there something he missed? was he wrong about you?!

he had to know. he had to.

to do that… he called you back that evening. it was two hours before midnight, and he knew you were awake. despite having separate chambers, he knew your daily schedule. you would be reading at this moment, and he would ask you to read for him.

as if on cue, he heard a soft rapping on the wood of the door. he beckoned you in, and you entered the room. you were clad in a night dress with a matching robe over it, all pink silk. this time, he returned your smile.

"i apologize for the late hour," he spoke. "i hope you had not retired for the night."

you shook your head, your tendrils of perfect hair shaking slightly. "i was reading. i am glad you sent for me — can i get you anything?"

"i was hoping the offer to read for me was still on the table," he rasped. "i find myself unable to sleep."

you blinked once, staring at him. in an instant, a small smile was threatening to overtake your face into a large one. you cast your eyes down to a blushing manner, but his eyes narrowed slightly on your face. what would you get out of reading for him? what we he not seeing? what did he miss?

"of course," you responded. "i have not had a chance to read anything by this author. i am glad i have the chance now."

why. why. why.

he did not show his discontent. he simply rested back against the pillows as you reached for the book on his bedside table. you sat down on a chair on his side, and you crossed your legs. he eyed the small portion of the exposed, soft skin of your legs and wondered if your new ploy would be to try and seduce him. however, you quickly covered your skin with the extra material over your robe and placed the book in your lap. once opened, you read for him.

he was not listening to what you were saying, but he was listening to how you said it. the tone, the enunciation, the pauses, and the speed. he wanted to find some clue as to why you had made it a point to be at his beck and call, and he wanted to see how long the act would last until it dropped.

the act would drop. it always did.

the hour would approach midnight before he found that he could not discern anything from how you were reading aloud. his plan did not yield the results intended, as you had not broken from fulfilling his task for two hours. two hours. you had not stopped out of boredom or exhaustion, nor to talk to him. you were poised, soft, and he hated to admit it... but sweet. he found your voice sweet, and he hated it.

and he fucking hated himself for it.

he needed this to end so he could plan further. out of necessity, he yawned. if you were to apt at picking up clues, then hopefully you would believe that he was finally tired. you had succeeded in his given task, and you were free to go.

but you had kept reading for him.

he grew angry.

when you had paused to breathe, he spoke up. "I think i am able to sleep now. thank you, sweetheart, for indulging me."

your eyeline raised with your eyebrows, almost out of surprise. you either were not expecting him to ask you to stop, or you did not want to stop. he wondered which, and if that would answer his ultimate question.

"my apologies, i should've inquired sooner," you replied. "he is a very talented writer... i found myself enjoying his perspective."

you grabbed a piece or scrap paper from his bedside table, and tucked it in between the pages where you left off.

"most people would fold the corner," he remarked, eyes drifting closed — a show.

you smiled. "i didn't want to ruin the integrity of your book. goodnight, coriolanus."

she left with another smile — and all he was left with was confusion, and rage.

the next morning, he found himself wanting to call you back in for a further rouse interview. he would have if he had a plan in place.

that was the second thing about you that annoyed him: you annoyed him to the point where he wanted to act without a plan in place. a loss of control —which he was highly against.

that would have to be righted immediately.

he spent the morning reading the pages that you had already read to brief himself as if he was listening last night. he reasoned with himself that the best course of action would be to ask you to read to him again to see if you had grown comfortable enough to let a few of your true colors slip.

they always slip.

the sudden task that was presented to him gave him a new bout of energy that he needed to inch closer to recovery. it gave him the push he needed to be closer to walking out of this room and continue to run panem, and he was lost grateful to you for giving it to him — almost. at the moment, you were a problem — and that needed to be corrected. immediately.

he found comfort in control, so he was very content with routines. he had grown accustomed to bracing himself for your check-in in the afternoon. however, it did not come until the approaching hours of the evening had almost descended upon the capitol. he waited, and waited, and waited — so long that he considered asking you to come for himself. the hour would approach dinnertime when you had finally asked about his well-being, and he sent for you.

how dare you ask so late in the day, as if you didn't care? he allowed you access to his life that he had denied you for so long, and you return his kindness with carelessness? this would not do. this most certainly would not do.

you had knocked on his door, and he had to stop himself from sounding to eager. he permitted you entry, and you entered with the same soft smile.

"good evening," you greeted.

"hello," he replied, voice still raspy from his sickness.

"I wanted to ask if you need anything," you announced.

he offered a small smile. "i enjoyed our time last night. perhaps you would read for me, again?"

your eyes fell to the floor in a blush. "of course. I was hoping to read more of the book eventually. i found it intriguing."

you sat down in the chair and pulled the book in your lap. as you were opening it, he spoke, "i thought when you had not checked-in in the early afternoon you found the book dull — afraid i would ask for you to read it for me again."

you shook your head as you smiled. "i like his writing very much — i was concerned as to whether i had prevented you from sleeping the night prior, and didn't want to disturb you further."

he swallowed. "why would you have disturbed me?"

your eyes glanced upwards from the pages to rest on his face. coriolanus stared back as slight concern washed over your features, making your lips part and your eyes widen. your tongue darted out from between your lips, and smoothed over the skin of your bottom lip. you responded, "before you fell ill, we hadn't spent much time together and i understand that is because of your position — but, to be frank, i wanted to respect your space.”

your answer perplexed coriolanus. he wanted to find out what type of person you were — and your answers were not yielding the expected results. there was no obvious form of manipulation in your words, which then worried him. were you smarter than he believed you to be? were you as cunning as him? more so?

so he went with what was natural: manipulation.

“i apologize my station has not granted us the freedom to get to know each other further,” he replied, holding your gaze. “it is a regret of mine.”

you smiled in an affirmative manner, like you didn’t believe him but accepted his answer anyway. this expression arose the same feelings he now detested your presence for: he acted without calculating his actions and the outcome they would produce.

“what troubles you?” he asked.

your lips parted and slightly quivered. you were not expecting him to ask.

“i-i was worried that i may not… please you,” you admitted. “that… you may regret our union.”

“you have been a kind and dutiful wife,” coriolanus spoke, eyes holding yours. “there is no regret.”

there was that affirmative smile again. he found himself hating it — wishing it would be replaced by the warm, soft one.

“i guess i was hoping that, when i was married, the marriage would be more than… a union.”

your candor shocked coriolanus. he would never have expected you to say something… so out of turn.

“please, forgive me,” you spoke, slightly laughing and waving your hand in the air. “the hour is almost late and i was hoping to read more. do you still wish me to?”

“please,” he answered and nodded.

you gave him a quick, thankful smile, and began reading.

this would be the second night coriolanus had not listened to a word you had said.

he had gotten his answer, and it was possibly as bad as the one he was actually afraid for.

you were good. pure, innocent, and your outlook on the world untainted. you were not striving to find a loose screw and let the empire fall. you wanted… to support the man who built and kept the empire together. it was worse than anything he could’ve ever imagined — you actually cared for him.

you cared for him, and now coriolanus snow was fucking terrified.

and yet... he had asked you to return to his chambers every night after that.

for research purposes, of course. only research purposes,

to read to him, but his goal was to learn more about you rather than the text.

you would sit there and read until he asked you to stop. when he did, you would close the book, smile at him, place it back on his nightstand, and bid him goodnight.

after, he would wrestle with the blankets and pillows in order to find out how to deal with this.

how had he not expected this?

his only fault was that he neglected to realize how far your shyness would go. you had grown comfortable with him — and you admitted that you wanted something more, something he always felt he could not give. you weren’t shy — you just weren’t open with people you weren’t comfortable with.

he should’ve known. he should’ve. fucking. known.

he didn’t know how to deal with this, if he was being honest with himself.

he told himself that he asked for you every evening to get to know you better, for his own sanity and safety; but then he began to realize he had found out everything he needed to know.

good and honest. how fucking unfortunate.

he saw a part of you, but now he needed to know more.

so what did he do? he sent you flowers. flowers. an arrangement of red roses and lilacs.

he hated himself for the lilacs.

he got somewhere with you when he had made the first move before — maybe this would yield more promising results.

however, it didn’t.

all he received in return was an extra tray of food that had arrived in the afternoon. his favorite tea cakes, and a handwritten thank-you note detailed in your appreciation for the beautiful flowers. you signed your name, and that was it.

she doesn’t make first moves, he thought. she responds to them.

he knew what he had to do.

he found himself feeling better that day — well enough to end his sick leave and return to his matters. dinner was approaching, and he sent for you to join him for a private dinner this evening.

he was washed, dressed, and coiffed within the hour.

he found you in the dining parlor waiting for him, inspecting his large bookcase. you were trying to reach a book a bit above where your height would allow, extending yourself onto your toes. coriolanus walked up behind you, towering over you, and retrieved the book for you.

you glanced up at him with wide eyes. “thank you, coriolanus.”

“what intrigued you?” he asked, grinning softly.

“first one i couldn’t reach. i was working my way up.” you smiled at him, and then the book. “please — you must be hungry. let us eat.”

you sat down at the table across from him. dinner manners were rather stiff and uncomfortable, but your upbringing that was similar to coriolanus’ prevented you from straying from them. you ate in silence for a few moments before you spoke.

“how do you like his new book?” you asked.

coriolanus cleared his throat. “i find it riveting. i wouldn’t have been able to read it for some time if it hadn’t been for you.”

you smiled at your plate, blushing. “his points are very interesting. i was never very interested in politics — so the insight of someone so heavily involved with them is very informative. do you find that your opinions align with his? or does he not share your perspective?”

he appreciated your willingness to engage with him about topics you weren’t very fond of. an underrated trait, not found very often — he had to admit.

“a bit of both,” he responded. “the one thing he does not discuss is how important it is to have a certain type of person or persons in your regime that allows the flow of success to continue.”

you nodded. “you have built a strong administration — i’m sure he would admire what you have to say.”

“what do you believe?” he asked. “about partnerships?”

you swallowed, contemplating your answer. “i think… a successful partnership is where everyone is complimented by another. for instance, someone is better at briefing documents rather than the presentation of them, and another is the opposite.”

“which one are you?” coriolanus inquired.

you paused once more, folding your lip under. he realized that was a sign you were uncomfortable — unaware of how to proceed. after a moment, you answered, “i feel the most confident under a strong leader. i prefer to be behind the scenes. minute details are easier to be taken care of that way. while you and i are different, i respect you for being the strong leader panem needed. i am sure the majority would agree with me.”

now was the time.

“it is easy to be strong when one’s wife makes sure they are well,” he replied, eyes resting on your face. “i hope you know i appreciate your willingness to accept change and make sure needs are met.”

you smiled at him once more, then turned back to your food.

damn, he thought. didnt bite.

“and for being the companion i… didn’t think i would come to enjoy the company of,” he added.

you glanced up at him then, astonishment written in your eyes as plain as the words on the paper you read for him every night. “may i ask you… a question?”

he nodded.

“did you believe you wouldn’t enjoy my company before, or after you had first met me?”

“i don’t understand.”

you swallowed, clearing your throat. “were you… wary of the idea of marriage, or wary of me?”

your gaze did not break from his. you were braver than he thought.

“marriage,” he answered honestly, hoping to witness your reaction.

there was the affirmative smile — the one he hated. “thank you for — for being honest.”

your eyes didn’t wait for a response. you turned back to your food, and left him dumbstruck.

“i hope i have not displeased you,” he stated.

“no, coriolanus,” you spoke. “if i am being honest… i was wary i would not be suitable for you. if i have not displeased you, then i am well.”

“but you stated you wanted more,” he countered, tone even.

“i hoped we would… spend time together,” you answered. “and we have.”

it was coriolanus’ turn to be at a loss for words. what would this admission relay? it only solidified what he was afraid of — you wanted a marriage filled of love, and he was not prepared for that. ever.

“the flowers were beautiful,” you spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “thank you for sending them.”

“your lilac perfume is a wonderful addition to the capitol,” he spoke, unsure where this had come from. “i wanted you to know that.”

you weren't supposed to say that you weren't supposed to tell the truth you weren't supposed

you smiled at him appreciatively, that accompanied a slight twinkle in your eye. you were quick to return to eating, but coriolanus couldn’t stop staring at your face. he realized then that was his new favorite smile.

there was a moment, a small moment, where he wondered whether it would be such a crime if he did allow himself to enjoy your company more than he had. in that moment, he couldn’t think of how it would go wrong. for that moment, you were a simple, low-maintenance, beautiful woman on the other side of the table with him that just liked spending time with him — and he enjoyed that you weren’t a problem. would it so bad if he entertained the idea?

he immediately cut himself off. of course it was a bad idea.

once dinner has finished, he had requested to walk you back your chambers. if time spent together was what kept you at bay, he could manage that. he most certainly could.

when the pair of you had approached the door, you stopped for a moment and paused reaching for the handle. you spoke, “would you… like to come in?”

“not tonight,” he rasped. he gave you a polite smile. “another time.”

he watched as you blinked your eyes a few times and your lips quivered. you didn’t meet his gaze, for it fell — in what appeared to be embarrassment.

oh.

you invited him in to… to…

that he had not expected.

before you had the chance to leave, he swooped down and grabbed your chin in his thumb and forefinger. he pressed his lips to yours ever so softly, holding it there. the moment your breath caught in your throat, there was a strange feeling inside his chest that made him feel like he’d like to quell your worries by catching you off guard another time. and another. and another. and another. he couldn’t have you feeling rejected, no — not when he didn’t want to reject you. he needed heirs, sure — but they could wait. he would contemplate how long later.

once he pulled back, you smiled. inside you were bursting, and you wanted to hurry behind a closed door so he could not see your reaction. he continued to hold your chin and gaze at your face. feeling brave, you looked him in the eye as you bid him goodnight and went into your room.

you left him standing outside your door, facing its wood paneling.

what was he to do?

he wanted to keep you as emotionally far away as possible to avoid anything like this occurring. he was prepared for people who had an ulterior motive… not a young woman who only wanted to be good to her husband.

the worst part was… not every part of him wanted him to keep you away.

would it be so bad, if he had actually courted you?

you were not anyone from his past, no. you were not irresponsible and impulsive, and you could be trusted to remain within a designated role and space. you were rarely outspoken — you never strayed from your cue cards, nor did you get smart in private. you never spoke out of turn, which coriolanus always knew — this was just the first time he was more turned on than he was just grateful.

he reasoned a reward was in order.

he found his knuckles wrapping on the door before he could stop himself.

the small movements inside your apartments stalled for a moment, pulled taut like a string in an instrument. he could picture you — standing still and silent, waiting for an explanation.

then he heard footsteps approaching the door before the door handle turned. when you opened the door, the first thing he saw was your eyes.

those big, beautiful eyes that looked at him with surprise — and the slightest bit of hope. coriolanus would most likely try to convince himself that he stayed completely still to exercise a form of control over you — but deep down, he would never be able to believe that completely.

however… when you reached out with your soft, delicate hand, and pulled at his own — it didn’t matter why he did it, because he won.

he shut the door behind him, keeping your gaze.

“i would be coy and ask if we could spend time together in a... different way than usual…” you began, sighing. “but up until this moment i was convinced we would never…”

coriolanus was in no mood to quell insecurities and anxieties. he understood that words could not compare to actions, and so he would do just that.

coriolanus stepped forward, and pressed his large hands against the sides of your face. for a split moment — you almost looked terrified. he usually relished in that look from others, but with you it only made him concerned — angry, even.

“i don’t know what it is about you.” his voice was shaky. it was the first moment in your entire marriage that coriolanus had shown even a shred of weakness. “you smile, you obey, you take my transgressions like they’re fucking sweets. why?! tell me!”

your big, round eyes were blown wide as your brow was knitted together. your lips were parted in an innocent manner, and it only fueled his anger. one of your hands came up to gently lay across the back of his. “coriolanus — have you ever considered that i just wanted to get to know you?”

his eyes searched yours like they were an important document and he couldn’t believe what bullshit he was reading. his lips pursed in a manner that suggested a sour taste, and you felt your joy slipping, slipping, and slipping.

“coriolanus — if you want to go, then go.” your voice was breaking. you knew he was a cool, hard man — but this? this? it was almost too much. “you don’t have to stay if you don’t —“

he couldn’t take your nonsense anymore. he shut you up with a kiss.

he smashed your lips together like it was the first thing he should’ve done when he walked back into the room. a squeal died in your throat at the contact, but coriolanus held you there and upright. both of your hands found the firmness of his chest for balance. when he pulled away — he barely did. he kept his lips an inch away from yours as little tuffs of air pushed past. he leaned his forehead against yours, almost bonding the two of you.

“my greatest displeasure will be making you regret this,” he rasped, eyes screwed shut.

your breathing began to hasten as you contemplated your next words. you began to stroke coriolanus’ hands with your thumbs, hoping to coax him. “you say that like it’s inevitable.”

“it is not far from,” he choked through anger and sadness.

you couldn’t help but stare back at him as he almost glared at you — but then you realized that wasn’t the case. he wasn’t glaring at you — he was glaring through you. whatever traumatized him, whatever made him so distrustful of the world around him and the people in it… you realized then that you represented all of that to him. you had to be different. you had to show him that you were different than all of that.

“i’ve trusted you,” you whispered, almost pleading. “i would like for you to try and trust me. please, coriolanus… i’ve never asked you for anything — just this once —“

coriolanus shook his head, dismissing you. “it’s corio.”

he slammed his lips to yours. his kiss was that of a fight; burning with every cut of anger, frustration, desperation, and sadness in his soul. you weren’t sure if he accounted for your inexperience, but you let him lead as you swallowed all of his suffering. you knew you may never be everything you wanted to be for him — but for this moment, or for whatever he would allow — you could be his escape, and he could be yours.

just this once, you both thought. just this once.

his hands were on both sides of your face, caging you in as you were at the mercy of his bittersweet affection. you tried to keep up with him, almost afraid that you wouldn’t be enough for him — but corio didn’t care. he couldn’t have cared less as he backed you into the foot of the bed. he didn’t stop kissing you as the back of your legs hit your soft mattress, and you were forced to sit down.

with his tongue tangling with yours, you managed to lift your hands to the top buttons of his shirt. he batted your hands away and went to work on his own buttons. you reached behind for your zipper to your dress and attempted to undue it.

corio then pushed your hands away with that too — ripping the zipper down its track and pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.

“corio —“ you gasped through the kiss, struggling to keep up with him.

he pulled away for a short moment, staring into your eyes. “i have denied myself being with you for so long — nothing is stopping me now.”

he held the glare, and you could only stare back at him in fright. however, that was when you realized that he had felt the same way, or at least similar — you both wanted each other, and had been scared to approach the other. your heart filled with warmth, threatening to explode, but all you could do was nod.

he seemed to calm down then, glancing down towards your lips where he prodded your bottom lip with the tip of his numb. “i have wondered for so long what it would be like to kiss my perfect wife — and now that i know, i don’t think i’ll ever give it up.”

you smiled at that. “can i tell you what i have been wondering?”

his eyes met yours once more, almost a warning. you didn’t falter, though. he replied, “yes?”

“i’ve wondered what it would be like to please you,” you spoke softly, a pink hue rising to your cheeks.

his flat look broke then, softening. a smirk greeted his features and you could see his confidence in himself rise. “my lovely wife wants to please me?”

“yes,” you spoke, holding your breath. “if you’ll let me.”

bright and striking, flames of mischief came to light in his irises. emotions of excitement and fear rose within you, and you weren’t sure which was stronger. all you could do was watch as your strong, powerful, larger than life husband stood over you, chin raised, looking down his nose at you, as he unbuckled his belt. his pants and briefs, once around his ankles, were discarded — but you didn’t see that. you couldn’t look away from his eyes — holding you, and your gaze, in place.

it was like you were an enemy he was testing. you didn’t know what he expected, let alone what would make him happy — but you hoped his expectations were slightly lower in light of your inexperience. you swallowed the hard rock of nervousness in your throat, stood up, and gestured for him to sit down on the edge of the bed. he raised an eyebrow at you, but complied. you sat down on your knees in between his, and waited patiently for direction.

“can you…” you began. “can you teach me?”

he smirked once more. “take me in your hand.”

you bent your head lower, and grabbed him by the base. he was hard and warm in your hand as you saw him trying to fight the twitching feeling in his limbs. his muscles were tight, afraid to show weakness. you grew uncomfortable — you didn’t want him weak, but you did want him to feel comfortable enough with you to enjoy a fucking blowjob.

holding his muscle upright, you stuck your tongue out and licked around the tip of his cock. he was salty, but smelled so masculine after a long day. his scent infiltrated all of your senses and had captured your attention. it made you hungry, greedy — so much so that you closed your lips around his cock and began to suck.

he jumped then. “teeth,” he spat.

you paled in embarrassment and fright — but didn’t allow your fear to show for long. you adjusted your tongue and lips — so that your top lip was folded under your top set, and your outstretched tongue covered your bottom set. hollowing out your cheeks, you took him into your mouth once more.

a low hum filled his chest.

you couldn’t see him, and could barely hear him — corio was being a selfish lover and not letting you know whether or not he was enjoying himself. he told you once before you were doing something wrong, so you tried to trust that he would tell you.

that was easier said than done, frankly. with your free hand, you reached up and began to massage his sack in the soft skin of your palm. the hum in his chest turned deeper and louder, and you felt his hips twitch once.

maybe it shouldn't have mattered that he wasn't vocal — but it wasn't like he was shy. you would not fault him for not doing something he didn't want to do, but it was like he was denying you that. if you were making him feel good, and he was fighting the volume of his moans — how fucking dare he deny you of that! there you were, constantly at his beck and call, and he couldn't even freely moan with you? you were obedient, quiet, grateful, everything he wanted — but this? this? too much. absolutely too much of an ask.

you had to do something.

"mr. president," you cooed, twisting your soft tongue around the tip of his cock. "you're awfully quiet above me."

he let out a laugh as he struggled to keep his composure. one of hands found the back of your head as his fingers struggled to tangle themselves in between your strands. they were tugging and pulling, but there was no strength in his grip. his grip — wouldn't catch. couldn't catch. corio, you husband — struggled day in and day out to keep the control in the capital and inside his castle. there was a part of you that believed he just needed to let go, let someone else be in control — but you were his pretty little wife after all. you had until death to try everything. losing control could wait, because tonight... tonight was about making corio the grateful one for once.

you let your loose grip run circles up and down the length of his cock. his shaft was wet and thick, begging the attention of the light from above so the skin was able to glisten. the tip of his cock, red and angry, almost neglected — never had you seen something so delicious, nor deserving of affection. your lips, swollen, wrapped themselves around the tip of his cock as you sucked. notes of salt and sweat mixed together on your tongue, and you hummed at the taste.

"taste sweet, mrs. snow?" you heard from above you. your eyes glanced up to find corio's eyes glazed over with pleasure. his eyelids were drooping over, and all you could think about how badly you wanted to make him close his eyes in bliss. your eyes watched his eyes, but his eyes watched the way your mouth sucked him in. "being so good for me. let your husband see what else you can do."

your ears perked in interest. you didn't know what he meant, but you were intrigued to see if he would teach you.

"please... show me what you like," you spoke, extending your neck as he lowered his face to yours.

"so eager to please..." he spoke, staring down at you in awe. his hand slid down for your scalp to cup your cheek. he looked into your eyes like he was studying you — searching for something surface level. a flaw, or something good... you weren't sure. "i suppose some would say i'm lucky."

you didn't like the sound of that... but you didn't let it show. you gave him a hint of a smile. "i don't think it matters what anyone else thinks. i think what matters is you telling me what you like... so you can decide if you're lucky or not."

he chuckled at that, but his laugh was reserved. always holding back, your husband. "you really want to be a good little wife for me... don't you?"

you fell into the strength behind the hand on your face and keened into his touch. his hand was warm against your skin. "please, corio... please let me."

he stood then, and your gaze raised with his body. you gazed up at him as he stared down at you. there his eyes went again — searching yours. he stood closer to you then, bending down slightly. "it would please me if, at any point, you told me to stop because of the pain. i don't want to hurt you." his voice was low and soft then, immediately striking you. "can i trust you to do that? hmm?"

"i'll tell you," you replied, nodding your head. "i promise."

"never break a promise you make to me," he warned.

you nodded your head once more, unsure how to proceed. he led you over to the side of the bed where he gestured for your to lie down. with the passing of time, you became more and more aware of how bare you both were in front of each other. you were ready to let down every fence of insecurity for the man before you... but there were still walls of his that threatened to come down. he was hot and cold every other moment, it seemed... and you weren’t even sure where to begin.

“husband,” you spoke, unsteadily, as he found his place between his legs. “you seem so… distrustful of me. what can i do? please, corio, i just want this moment to be special for us — for you.”

there his eyes went — searching yours again. it was like he was rereading a page in a book over and over, hoping to find the hidden message in the black and white scripture. his eyes, going back and forth, appeared to be looking over unclear smudges and scribbles as his lips began to purse. you almost said something — stopped him from withdrawing into himself, but he moved before you could.

he sat back against the pillows, which faced a mirror across your bed. you rose curiously, hoping that he would finally give you some direction. he simply took your hand in his, and gestured for you to come closer. “come,” he spoke.

in his lap, maybe? you thought curiously. you went to throw your leg over his, before he stopped you. with a furrowed brow, you watched as he adjusted you so your back laid against his chest.

“do as i say,” he whispered against your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine.

your eyes were cast to the side, his outline in your peripheral vision. you nodded, letting your lips fall apart. you felt one of his hands on the soft skin of your thigh, grazing upwards towards your hips. you almost let your eyes fall closed, hoping to lose yourself in the sensations, before corio stopped you.

with that same hand, he reached upwards and grasped your chin between his fingers. your eyes shot open as he moved your head to now face the mirror, and the pair of you in it.

shallow breaths were pushing past your lips as you stared into the mirror. your cheeks were flushed, your hair in a slight disarray, and your lips were swollen. with a flutter of your eyelashes, your gaze flickered towards corio’s reflection. your husband was always perfect — so even the slight persuasion from tidiness was a remarkable sight to you. his eyes were focused — unable to remain cool, calm, and collected as usual.

his eyes, you thought. his eyes will always tell me.

“you will watch,” corio spoke suddenly, voice hard. “you will keep your eyes on my hands. you stray, and i leave. understand?”

you nodded, looking into his eyes through the mirror.

he cocked an eyebrow.

“yes,” you spoke, almost breathless. “i understand.”

corio’s hand then found its way to your center. the tips of his finger tips, soft and hot, lightly drew a line up and down your slit. your eyes wouldn’t leave the mirror — focused on his fingertips. it was like your skin knew every correct button to tap, tap, tap. every part of you was so sensitive, so keen to his touch that you were embarrassed. you felt so pathetic against his chest, bent to his will — but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. the voice in your head was whining and hoping you would give in, just give in, let down your guard, give in, forget manners. you wanted to keep your composure as long as possible, but when corio’s middle finger found your clit…

oh… you were done for.

one of your hands immediately snapped up to find corio’s bicep and clutch onto whatever foundation he could give. you didn’t dare let your eyes meet his, even in the mirror — what if he stopped? what, huh? what then? when you were the closest you had been ever? you couldn’t allow yourself to be greedy, not when he was being oh, so selfless.

the circles he was drawing taunted your ability remain calm. he rolled your tiny clit underneath the weight of the tip of his finger and pressed down with every circle. it pushed, and pulled, and fucking pried at every fiber of your being. you could only force yourself up and back against corio, whining like a pathetic mess.

“running away from me, my sweet?” he whispered in your ear. “when i��m being so kind?”

his words bit at your ear, reminding you of your position in his world. your eyes were threatening to drift closed, hoping, praying, that corio would let you slip this once from your responsibilities. naive, you were, to believe that.

“remember our deal, wife,” he darkly cooed in your ear. “one request was all i had. i refuse to be denied it.”

“i know, i know…” you whined, rolling your hips with his hand. “it just feels so good, corio… i’ve never… no one’s ever…”

“i can tell you never knew how bad your body would crave it,” he spoke, nipping at your earlobe. “even your pussy obeys me, drenching my fingers. too sweet for this world, aren’t you?”

“just wanna be sweet for you, corio,” you whined as your vision began to blur.

the approaching orgasm was anything but a warm and fuzzy feeling around you. it was hot and jagged — making your muscles jerk, yet force your hips to roll into every movement of corio’s. the cloud over your brain felt like a warm haze of the finest whisky or tobacco the capital could offer. you were numb, drunk, and unable to process the world around you unless it was corio. his touch, his taste, his scent, his look, his orders… everything was setting you off and keeping you in place all at once. your body was hot to the touch, feverish as it tried to fight your sophistication and just fucking —

“that’s it, sweetheart. so focused on the mirror you can’t even find the strength to let go for me,” he spat, pressing a kiss to your cheek and breathing in your scent. “ride my hand like the good girl you are. you wanted to show me, remember?”

tears were brimming your eyes and blurring your vision. your teeth were gritted and bared for him. one of his hands came up to loosely grasp your throat as your hips began to spasm. it was so much, too much, so much —

“corio, please —“ you cried. “please let me look away. i can’t — i have to cry, i can’t —“

there was no softness in his movements against your aching clit. corio had now employed two fingers to dip into your core, collect your slick, and rub it along your sensitive bud in harsh circles. it sent your mind through a suffocating tube and gasping for air. you were begging, pleading — unsure what would happen if you were denied the ability to finish in peace. you began to cry in frustration and fear, so sensitive to the touch and his approval.

“corio…” you whimpered. “please, please let me…”

“do it,” he spat, holding your throat and kissing your face. “show your husband how fucking messy you can be for him.”

you grasped onto him and threw yourself back.

it was like a rollercoaster. twists and turns, yanking your body every which way. corio’s body rocked with yours as the sensations climbed and fit into every single one of your limbs. your lungs, burning, were screaming for air as you tried to fight for consciousness. the world was white, milky, foggy — unable to navigate, let alone exist in. all you could feel was corio’s body moving with yours and coaxing you through the most insane moment of your entire life.

tears fell down your face, and you struggled to conceal it. corio refused to let you hide from him. he bent his face low to yours and pressed the side of his face against the side of yours.

his breaths were heavy, similar to yours.

“corio…” you whimpered, almost whining.

“i know, sweetheart,” he cooed. “so good for me, weren’t you? asking so obediently and politely.”

you nodded, pressing your forehead against his. “i’m sorry that i was —“

“what’re you sorry for?” he demanded.

you clenched your jaw. “i was — i am — i’m worried i was too much — i was so — out of control —“

he shut you up with a kiss. coriolanus snow refused to allow you to continue, or else he knew he would be offended if he had let you finished.

“i wanted that,” he stated. “every bit of that. what, you don’t find it agonizing to be prim and fucking proper every day?”

you laughed uneasily, a bit spooked by his outburst of aggression. “i thought you — i thought that was what you wanted from me.”

he shook his head. “out there — it’s necessary. in here, when it’s only the two of us? don’t ever hide yourself from me. you must promise.”

you swallowed as your haze began to disappear. “only if you promise the same."

you saw his jaw pulse from the corner of your eye. “i promise.”

“i promise,” you returned.

you quickly reconnected your lips. you couldn't let the moment slip away. you needed to seize him while he was there — trusting you for the first time in your entire relationship. you found both of your hands on the side of his face and held him to you. corio fought for control, but you gave in immediately. the need for him to need you was stronger and more satisfying that anything else you could've experienced in that moment. you turned around, straddling his lap and pushing him down to the bed.

everything you were doing was improper: grabbing your husband, forcibly kissing him, sitting in his lap, pushing him down... you almost stopped. you almost gave into the insecurity and made friends with with meekness and shyness once more. however, you made a promise — and you intended to keep it.

"i want you inside me, corio," you whispered against his lips. "please, i want to feel you —"

"again, sweetheart?" he ripped himself from your lips to grunt out his teasing. "one taste, and you're addicted?"

you hummed approval against his lips, tangling your tongue with his. with one hand on the back of your head, holding your face to his, corio's other hand fished between the pair of you and grasped his leaking cock in his hand. the tip was red and swollen, aching for some stimulation or attention. he spread his precum over his tip and with a firm hand, corio slid his cock inside of you.

you arched your back away from corio. the feeling of him being fully sheathed inside of you bent your attention in every which was. both of your hands cradled the back of his head into your chest, where he found himself nestled between your breasts. his breaths were hot and heavy, moist against your skin. his swollen lips found one of your perky nipples and sucked it into his mouth, caving to his primal urges. coriolanus snow wanted every part of you for himself, and needed to place that claim on every part of your body. he wanted your thighs to shake and ache from being locked around him, your fingers to tremble from your hard grip, and he wanted your lips to be bruised from how hard he made you bite them. and, most of all, he wanted every loud moan to rip itself from your aching throat and fill the perfectly painted walls of this damned room.

he cursed you when you threw a hand over your mouth, and he immediately ripped it away. "don't you fucking dare," he spat.

you ignored him. he was your husband, and he was the scariest man you would ever meet, and yet you ignored him. most of all, your hips ignored him. they began to roll against his own the best they could for their inexperience. up, down, and grinding down was the best they could manage before corio grabbed you by the flesh of your hips and moved you to his liking. and when your mouth parted and a loud cry made your throat shake when he twisted your hips forward, he knew he found the spot.

"do not ever deny me what i am owed," he spat, fucking into that spot that wrapped a tight band around your abdomen. "i want to hear how good i am making you feel, and i will. i get to hear. those are mine. i am owed those."

again, you ignored him. what did he expect when your eyes began to roll back into your head and you began to match his pace? you were close, you were so, so close...

that was when corio grabbed you by the chin, refusing to let up his pace. his eyes were full of darkness, yet focus. like he had found his prey. you tried to focus, tried to give him the respect the deserved... but you couldn't. your mind was swimming, and your arching cunt was dripping down his length and onto the skin of his pelvis. you were lost. so fucking lost.

"yours, corio!" you whined. "all yours. only yours."

his voice was gruff against your lips as his thrust became rougher. "say it again."

your eyes began to drift closed as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck, rolling your hips against his. his cock had found its way to the most sensitive and purest part of you and ripped down every wall you had. you sobbed, "yours, corio. only yours."

corio threw you off of him and your back hit the bed. he was on top of you in an instant. he threw your legs up and pressed them against your chest. with your ankles on his shoulders, he pushed himself inside of you and began to relentlessly punish your perfect fucking pussy.

"mine, you got that?" he spat against your ear. "i have watched you, day after day, put on this fucking act! perfect and proper — but i made a proper whore out of the most desirable woman in the capital, didn't i? and now she's mine — forever warming my bed."

"forever, corio," you whined. your sobs were music to his ears, going straight to his cock. your cunt was raw from the friction and slick, unsure if corio should stop or keep going — but you didn't let him guess. "inside me, corio, please... want it to bad. been so good for you..."

his hand was around your throat and demanding your attention. "as if i'd waste a drop when every man in the capital would be able to see you round with my child. you want that wife? my seed, my child? you want to be fully claimed by me?"

"yes," you cried, tears falling down your cheeks. "give it to me, husband, please —"

corio reached down in between your hips and rubbed your clit with whatever energy he had left. his thrust were growing sloppy, but his movements against your swollen bud were worse. he was hissing in your ear as he continued the assault against you. your moans were loud as they escaped your lips and filled the room, setting corio's skin on fire. sweat dripped down from his brow and down his neck to mingle with yours as your second orgasm of the evening began to approach. it snapped the rubber band in your lower belly and you immediately sobbed into corio's neck. his hips continued to rut in you, forcing you down onto the bed as he swallowed all of your sobs for himself. your nails dug into his back and down his spine, hoping to rip parts from him that he had taken from you.

when corio came, you were in a stupor. cock drunk with your mouth hanging open, dazed. when corio came, one of his hands grabbed your messy pile of hair, wrenching at the roots. he pulled you to the side to suck on the sensitive skin of your neck as he pumped your cunt full of his cum. your walls were hot and sticky, full of him, but it only caused the most sickeningly warm feeling to spread throughout you. every primal need of yours was satisfied, and corio could see every bit of it on your face. the pride that welled within your husband... shameful. no man should be in possession of such an ego boost like making the prettiest, more desired woman in all of panem break from all bounds of social etiquette. you were warm, and wet, and craving every bit of his touch, so he couldn't deny you... not anymore. not when he felt the same. with each sob that left your mouth, he felt a kick in the pit of his stomach as his balls throbbed. never in his life had a woman ripped from him what he had taken from her, cheeks hot and muscles worn out.

he would regret it in the morning, maybe, but not now. no — not now.

"husband, forgive me, but..." you spoke. "my mind is a mess. i don't think i can read to you this evening."

corio rolled his eyes and laughed. "that good?"

you pressed a kiss to his lips as you hummed in approval. "never wait that long to bed your wife again."

he chuckled darkly. "watch it, sweetheart."

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