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

T//M//A fic no one from the fandom should perceive

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Jon hummed as he marked papers. Here in this Somewhere Else, he graded stories instead of recording them.

He tapped his fingers against his desk. It was strange to be teaching, but sort of wonderful at the same time.

As he reached over to grab a pen, he felt a wave of dizziness. Concerned, he slumped back into his chair and put a hand to his head. What was that?

He took a quick assessment of his body- light headed, not bleeding, not tired— there. There was a deep ache in his stomach. He prodded it just to make sure it wasn’t an external pain, and as his fingers sunk into the flesh it twisted under them, letting out a long rumble.

Oh. He was hungry. He forgot to eat sometimes, still used to not needing real food to sustain him. Martin always made sure he was getting enough, but lately their schedules meant they weren’t eating together much, only at dinner. It was 6pm now, and Martin wasn’t back yet.

Jon’s stomach growled painfully again, and he wrapped an arm around it, pushing into the hollow organ.

When was the last time he’d eaten? Definitely not any time that day. Must have been dinner last night.

He stood up carefully, and walked slowly into the kitchen. Opening the cabinets and drawers, he found nothing quick. Martin would cook when he got home, but Jon had never been much of one.

His belly twisted unhappily, and Jon rolled his eyes. It had gone through worse than a couple missed meals. He would just wait for Martin.

He was able to continue marking papers, rubbing small circles into his stomach to try to ease the hunger pangs it was inflicting on him.

Martin got home around 7, and came to kiss him hello.

“How was your day?” Jon asked.

Martin shrugged. “Not bad. You?”

Jon gestured to his desk. “Productive.”

Martin laughed. “Aren’t you always. I was gonna make some dinner, have you eaten?”

Jon shook his head, choosing not to add that he in fact hadn’t eaten since the previous night. His stomach panged again, but stayed mercifully silent. Jon slid his hand under his shirt to rub it.

Martin walked over to the kitchen, examining the options. “Pasta or soup?” He asked.

Jon pressed a palm to his tummy, which grumbled under his hand at the mentions of food.

Damn, he was starving. “Pasta,” he said decisively. It would be much faster.

Martin looked over at him, pleasantly surprised. Jon usually refused point blank to make most decisions, and had to be coerced into voicing opinions.

Jon pressed his palm deeper into his stomach, trying to ease the gnawing hunger, and shrugged.

“Pasta it is,” Martin agreed.

Jon walked over to sit at the kitchen stools and watch him. It was also convenient in that the stools were a little too short, allowing him to rub his cramping belly in secret behind the counter. He didn’t like to worry Martin any more than necessary.

Martin chattered about his day, and Jon responded in kind, laughing at the way Martin described his colleagues and customers. He had gotten so much more animated out here, like the enthusiastic man Jon had first met in the archives.

In the joy of talking with Martin, he forgot his aching belly. Hunger did come in waves, which was why he hadn’t noticed it for so long, and the cramping feeling under his ribs seemed to be fading temporarily.

Jon relaxed more, talking about his students and the school. As Martin cooked, steam began to rise out of the pot. As it hit the air, so did the delectable smell of pasta.

It hit Jon’s nose while he was mid sentence, and a sharp pain pierced his hollow stomach. “So I said that- um-“ he trailed off as more of the smell reached him and his stomach twisted harder, making him almost double over in pain.

Martin looked over at him. “Are you alright?” He asked.

“Y-yeah,” Jon stammered, “just-” His stomach released in a rolling wave, letting out a deep groan that trailed off into a grumble and then a high pitched whine. “Hungry,” he finished, blushing and reaching back under his shirt to poke at his shrivelled belly again.

Martin stared at him, mouth open. “Was that your stomach?” He demanded, appalled. Jon nodded reluctantly. “Have you eaten today at all?”

“I forgot,” Jon said mournfully, as his stomach growled emptily again.

Martin sighed, putting the lid on the pasta to let it finish. Jon was grateful for a reprieve from the smell, but his neglected insides were well and woken up now, and would not give up so easily. They shifted under his palm.

Martin held out his arms. “C’mere.”

Jon did, sliding off the stool and walking around the counter to stand with his boyfriend. Martin manoeuvred himself so he was standing behind Jon, and wrapped his arms around him. He pushed his hands up and under Jon’s shirt, replacing Jon’s own hand in rubbing deep, placating circles into his throbbing stomach.

He pressed right where the muscles were tensing up with hunger pangs, releasing a couple more angry grumbles.

“You’re not happy Jon forgot to eat are you?” Martin asked, and Jon smothered a laugh. Of course Martin was a tummy-talker. “You’ve had to be cold and empty all day while he was working.” Martin’s fingers brushed over the concave space under Jon’s ribcage and he moaned, arching into his boyfriend’s touch. Martin moved his hand back, pressing his fingertips into the hollow pocket. Jon’s stomach clenched, then released in a loud gurgling whine of hunger.

“Is this helping?” Martin asked. “It kind of sounds like I’m making it angry.”

“Feels nice,” Jon murmured. “It’s angry at me, not you.”

Martin nodded against Jon’s shoulder, and continued to press circles into his belly. After a few minutes, he disentangled himself to get the pasta off the stove. Jon’s tummy immediately felt colder and emptier than it had before, and he went to sit down to avoid another wave of dizziness. He watched Martin plate the pasta, eagerly awaiting the warm food to fill the sore, pinched corners of his stomach.

Martin deposited a plate in front of him and motioned for him to dig in, which he did gratefully. The pasta slid into his belly easily, and it gave a last grumble at the first few bites, eagerly demanding more. Jon provided.

After a few minutes of eating ravenously and silently, he slumped back in his seat, tummy full. “Thank you,” he said to Martin, who smiled.

“Of course. I’m going to make sure you get all three meals tomorrow though.”

Jon smiled at him. “What would I do without you?”

Martin rolled his eyes. “Starve, apparently.”

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Waking up to a grumbly stomach, wishing someone would tease me and entice it to growl more with descriptions of delicious foods, maybe massage my smooth middle softly and press their fingers into my tummy to elicit more noise. Or gods forbid rest their ear against my stomach, listening to all the noise going on in there

Things I find so irrationally hot

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This is a lil scenario I had last week and decided to type out! Love me some hungry boys 🤤 so I made it an x reader style where you can imagine any guy you like. Happy fiending!

A low, prolonged groan from your partner’s side of the room startled you out of your thoughts. Your face felt hot. Red hot. You knew exactly what that sound was and you quickly tried to push it out of your mind.

“Ugh, fuck. I’m starving,” He grumbled, much like his empty stomach just moments before. He rubbed his middle over his white t-shirt, eyes glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow. “You good there?”

That’s when you realized you were just shamelessly staring. Your ears continued to burn.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah all good!” You flushed, determined to look anywhere else in the room but him. “Did you um…wanna get food? You sound like you need it.”

He may not have noticed the redness dusting your cheeks right away, but a curious look did grace his expression after catching the stutter in your voice. Confused, but ultimately about to let it slide in exchange for some leftover pizza, the boy in front of you nodded.

“Yeah, I-” A fierce growl cut him off mid sentence, sick of this talking and not eating clearly. The boy gripped the nightstand next to him. “Jesus, man, did you hear that? Loud as hell. Guess I forgot lunch again.”

Not a word. Not a word from you, just watching. Is this heaven or is it hell?

“Goddamn, I fucking felt that one,” He laughed a bit, wrapping his arms around his torso absentmindedly. And that’s when he saw your stance: stiff form with a deep, red blush spreading all the way to your ears. That was a look he was very familiar with. His confusion switched into a smirk. “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit what?”

“Are you into this??” His smirk only grew watching you fail to form words.

“I-Into what?!” You practically shouted, but a response was again cut off by the impatient grumbling of his stomach, as he had now faced toward you. You were, unfortunately, acutely aware that once his gut got going, it didn’t stop until he ate.

Your eyes fluttered a bit too obviously, biting your lip as to not let any involuntary noises slip past. Not that it mattered now that he was onto you.

“Don’t play dumb with me, babe, you look one step away from a hard-on,” He took a few slow steps closer, eyes trained on your every move like you were some kind of prey. His grin was sharp. Your knees felt weak. “So the question now is how do I use this to..complete the objective?”

You blinked. This had to be a dream. “Wait you’re…cool with it?”

“Uhhhh yeah? Keep up, now do I like- shove your ear up against this guy, or what?” He made a gesture of doing exactly that and pointed to his grumbling middle. As if it were responding, another growl twisted out of him. Your partner winced a bit through a groan. “Fuck. Maybe we do it fast, though? That pizza in the fridge is, like, all I can think about now.”

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the vampire kink + hunger kink is getting to me this month 😵‍💫

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I love the feeling of your stomach complaining when there's food on the stove... the kind of hunger that makes you squirm as you check the timer to see there's two minutes left. Your belly growls low and deep, feeling like a black hole instead of a middle... and the cramps make you clutch at your grumpy tummy.

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someone getting more aroused the louder their stomach gets. with each growl they let out whines and soft moans, rubbing their middle all over. they beg for their belly to growl more and louder

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Ive been so hungry these last few weeks.

My tummy realeased this massive growl today that shook my entire body, like it was unreal. It startled mean how strong the growl was. If it wasn't loud where I work I could swear people would hear it.

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So here are those grumbles I promised a few days ago eheh

All I did was skip breakfast for a couple of hours but for some reason my tummy was FURIOUS about it

enjoy :>

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I feel like the act of "accidentally showing a bit of your belly when you raise your arms" should be something that blows people back as if you shot out a psychic blast. That's what seeing tummy does to me at least!

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this might be controversial but i actually quite like it a lot when characters are peckish rather than starving. like just starting to get hungry, maybe their mouth is beginning to water or food begins to cross their mind or their tummy suddenly starts to rumble and get in the way of what they’re doing… maybe they rub a tentative hand over their stomach and are surprised to feel it softly grumbling at them! idk. i LOVE when it’s subtle rather than painful it’s just so cute when it sneaks up on them like that

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Do you guys get it

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Holy shit my stomach just woke me up this morning

It’s been a long time since he’s done that 😉

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a character being so hungry that they grab their stomach or put their hand over it—wincing and blushing—makes me absolutely fucking feral

like is that hungry little tummy growling under there? can you feel it? does it ache? does it feel just a bit softer under your hand in this pathetic, empty state?

let me help. i'll make something for you~

but first, whine a little bit for me. tell me how long it's been since you've eaten, how empty and desperate you are

fuck i'm diseased lmfao

minors dni thanks

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I want to starve someone. I want someone to starve me. I want someone to get me off while my stomach is growling. I want to get someone off while their stomach is growling.

I want them to stand in front of me and show off their starved tummy, double over from a hunger pang and let me ignore their tummy's begs for food. I want them to let me pin them to the bed and rub their tummy as it cramps and cries.

I want someone to do this to me.

I want to do a lot but I am an awkward neurodivergent, under socialized mess and scared of people.

Also im asexual and most people want to have sex and i dont.

Why am I like this

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The way a soft, empty stomach rounds out into a hard, stuffed full belly 🥵 you agree, you reblog

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I want him to tease me and tell me how starved I must be from not eating all day. my stomach sinking in, rumbling obnoxiously from lack of food but I'm too distracted trying to finish other tasks before I can eat

I want him to wave food in front of my face and I start drooling, but refuse to take it cuz I'm still busy. my tummy isn't very happy and I've got so much work that needs to be done

I'm so famished~