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Dimitri Hungerfic (Vore)

I haven’t played with vore in a long time, and I haven’t ever posted vore! If you’re not interested in that part I’d say 3/4 of this fic is hunger, so you can just stop reading after that ;) I wasn’t planning on posting this, so you better go thank @the-elusive-libbin for this story. It’s 4 pages of me indulging myself, hope you don’t mind <333 also, if I play Dimitri poorly, that’s just too bad. 

Dimitri couldn’t remember the face or voice of his captor because within the same minute they came in contact, Dimitri had been knocked out. He wasn’t exactly studying the man in the moments before he had been struck, but right about now he was wishing he had been. That might give him some clue as to where he was and why, but all he knew was the cell he was in and the chains keeping him against the wall. The walls and floor were cold, likely from the draft coming in from the cracks in the walls allowing the elements in. He couldn’t see or hear anyone around his cell and was left to think he had been abandoned here, almost definitely on purpose. He sat up so he could get a better look at his cell, only to be struck with the horrifying pain throbbing in his skull. He retreated back to the wall with a groan and held his head, deciding it would be better to wait until his captor came back to address him than to go exploring and possibly suffer a worse injury.

That time didn’t come. He had no sense of time here aside from the light coming through the walls and couldn’t really tell how long it had been, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest and risk being caught sleeping.

He wasn’t given much of a choice after a few hours had passed. He had grown bored and just about memorized the patterns on the walls and every crack that blemished them, and still no one had come for him. The slight rise in temperature told him it was just about time for lunch, and his stomach confirmed that notion with a growl. He had felt his stomach ‘wake up’ from the uneasy nausea of becoming conscious after passing out to something more.. Well, he couldn’t really place it. He hadn’t really ever felt something quite like this, as all of his meals before this were always accounted for. He was never hungry for more than a few minutes and would always be fed something. Everyone knew the prince got hungry fast and needed to eat more than the average person, so he never needed to worry.

He wasn’t sure what to do with the hungry organ. His hand hovered about his middle, which was still fully dressed (his captor easily could have stripped him and left him subject to the cold, but he didn’t, leaving Dimitri with more questions than before), bouncing between options. Was he supposed to touch it, or ignore it? He gave it a hesitant pat and rested his palm on it, almost like he was afraid of it, which he certainly was.

Dimitri couldn’t stand to experience the gnawing feeling of his growing hunger so he opted to try and nap instead. This was harder than it sounded, with his paranoia of his captor finding him sleeping and vulnerable and that hungry feeling keeping him awake, but he managed to rest for at least an hour or so.

That night was riddled with problems for the prince. He had skipped both lunch and dinner, leaving his stomach completely empty as his cell became dark. He had put to rest the idea that he was going to see anyone that day and became more comfortable with sleeping, not that his body agreed with him. He had learned to squeeze his arms around his stomach when it started growling more incessantly, but that didn’t really soothe anything. He still felt just as hungry, and the pain was just as bad, but he was at least keeping himself warm. He held out hope that he was going to be fed in the morning, as he wasn’t sure how long he could really do this.

Days passed and still nothing. No visitors, no food. He was crippled with pain and hunger and his mouth felt terribly dry, not that that was his biggest concern. The suffering of his flesh translated directly into his dreams, giving him visions of wolfing down a feast and retiring in a soft bed to sleep such a meal off. His entire body ached from sleeping in a cramped position for days, not that moving would really help when all of the floor around him felt the exact same. He had gotten up a few times so he could try to see anything, as though his savior was just out of sight and would come to help him once they saw him. Moving became more and more exhausting as he missed days worth of meals, leaving him right where he would stay against the wall with those arms wound tightly around his belly. It had become more vocal as time passed, its complaints echoing off the walls and torturing him.

Waking up in the mornings were the worst, as he never magically woke up in his bed and those dreams were fresh in his mind, of filling up his stomach until he could barely move and feeling the weight of it filling his entire abdomen. He also felt sick in the mornings from the cold, reminding that he didn’t have nearly as much strength as usual when his body didn’t have anything to give him energy, and if he were to get sick here, he.. Well, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

He wasn’t sure he hadn’t been left for dead. He didn’t know why someone would go through the trouble of starving him out instead of simply killing him, but he thought it would be a rather cruel way to kill him. Why else was he alone here? Wouldn’t they come back to ask him questions or hurt him? Maybe they really had come while he was asleep, leaving him to wonder. All he had to do in his cell was think.

Once a full week had passed, Dimitri was sure he had been abandoned. His hand permanently rested against his roaring stomach, his face becoming more sullen once he lost his hope. The hunger had become terrible, keeping him awake with thoughts of endless meals and spoiling himself if and when he were to ever get out of here.

Whoever was holding him here seemed to be waiting for just that moment, because on the afternoon of his seventh day being trapped there, Dimitri heard footsteps for the first time.

He sat up straighter so they wouldn’t see him slouched over and defeated. Within moments a man was standing in front of him, someone he couldn’t quite recognize, and Dimitri found himself insecure as he was towered over.

“Who are you? Why did you leave me here?” Dimitri wasn’t sure where he found the courage from to confront them like that, but he wasn’t exactly thinking.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?”

Dimitri looked away from him, those pale cheeks slowly burning up. He hugged his arm closer to his chest, not daring to respond.

“I thought you would be. I brought something for you.”

Dimitri looked right back at him, that hungry look returning to his face despite his red-hot cheeks. He was handed a box loosely wrapped in ribbon, which he brought close to himself and opened. He was confused at first as he studied the contents, but soon realized what he was looking at.

He thought they were little dolls at first, but they were moving. Ingrid, Ashe, Dedue- Everyone from his house standing right in that box. Dimitri was positively horrified. He held the box away from himself and clapped his hand over his mouth, looking up at his captor with terror in his eyes.

“What have you done?!”

“If you want to eat, you have to eat them. I won’t give you anything else.”

“N..No! This is vile! F-Fix this!” He held the box back up to the man as gently as he could.

The box was pushed back to him. “Eat them, or you starve.”

“I couldn’t possibly, I..” he brought the box back to where it was close to his chest, his stomach giving a hollow and empty growl. He was terribly hungry. They would want him to eat, wouldn’t they..? What a terrible thought to be thinking, but he couldn’t resist it. He very badly needed to eat, and he didn’t know when he would be given anything more. He gave a slight whimper and rested the box on his lap. “I at least need water to get them down.”

The man left him and only came back with a glass of water, which Dimitri took and set down next to him. He asked for privacy so he could perform the act and still have his decency, and this much was granted to him.

Once he was alone he downed the glass of water as quickly as he could, quenching his terrible thirst and at least substituting food for a moment. He felt the water slide into his stomach and just barely sate him, for just a bit, but it meant he could stall and think about what he was going to do.

He left the box on his lap, leaving the people in it right up against his noisy stomach. The groans slowly turned into gurgling as the organ begged for something more through all the water he drank, unintentionally terrifying the same people he was trying to comfort.

This dichotomy was torturing him. He had never been hungry for so long and didn’t know if he was going to be fed real food anytime soon.. Who knew if he could even last until he was fed again? Another bout of starvation would surely be the end of him.

It turned out that he didn’t need as much time to think about it as he thought he did. He looked back down at the box at the students who had been shrunk after about half an hour of thinking, but felt too bad to pick them out one by one. He looked away and felt around in the box until he had picked someone up and brought them to his mouth, guilt eating his heart up. I have to do this, is all he could tell himself as he rested them on his tongue. He didn’t want to think about it or draw it out, so within the same moment he put them in his mouth he swallowed them. His throat tensed up and he was sure he was going to choke, but after getting his throat wet from the glass of water he didn’t struggle too badly. He traced them down to his stomach mostly out of anxiety that they were going to get caught up, and actually moaned when he felt them sink into his stomach.

He was actually drooling. It felt so good to have something solid in his stomach, so much so that he could easily forget what he was doing and that he was swallowing his friends. He pushed that thought away for future consideration and put his hand right back into the box, this time having less qualms with picking someone up and swallowing them. He slouched against the wall so his stomach could sit more comfortable, squeezing his prey in the confines of the hungry organ. He kept going, picking up the micros and swallowing them until the box came up empty. That was his reality check from the blissful paradise he was in, making him shoot straight up and look into the box he had been glutting himself from. It was truly empty. He had swallowed everyone so recklessly, so thoughtlessly, not even giving them a moment to comprehend what he was doing. He listened for his captor to make sure he wasn’t alone and began to strip his shirt off so his clothes weren’t squeezing his pr..friends any harder than they needed to be.

Surely enough once his shirts were gone he could see subtle struggling beneath his abs, and that constant growling had calmed down quite a bit. His stomach was content like this, holding so much in it, but he wouldn’t let this go on for more than a few minutes tops. Soon enough he would spit them up and demand his captor return them to their size, hopefully taking them somewhere else so he would never have to see them again or admit he did this. For now, he could savor this feeling.

He rested his hand over the struggles, just softly enough to not apply any pressure. He would have a lot of apologizing to do.

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Dimitri Hunger Roleplay

Welcome back~ I did a RP with the wonderful @the-elusive-libbin between Fire Emblem’s Dimitri and her OC Lily, and I’ll be the first to say I might not be great at playing Dimitri. If that’s what you’re here for, a person that’s good at playing Dimitri, you’ll have to find that somewhere else. If you can get past it, I encourage you to keep reading <3 This is a long one. 

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Dimitri stared at his portion in what could only be described as shock. It was so much smaller than what he was usually served, even what he had been served just yesterday, and he could already tell it wasn't going to be enough. His stomach ached and growled inside of him, complaining quietly about its emptiness. Waiting on a meal all day after training was exhausting enough, and this certainly wasn't going to help him any. He was confused by how much he was given considering they usually offered so much more and this seemed to be out of nowhere, but was it worth complaining about? He could hope it was just a misunderstanding that could be easily fixed, as he didn't want to start a scene and he also didn't want to sit down and have to eat table scraps. He hadn't really ever gone to bed with anyone but a full stomach, and he didn't want anything interfering with his diet.

He approached the chefs with a slight bit of guilt, and started with a simple, "Excuse me, but.. is this all of it?" The chef looked down his nose at the blonde prince in a way that wasn't entirely meant to be scornful; his nose just happened to be the largest feature on his face. Opting to voice his sympathies the chef spoke up. "Indeed it is, I'm afraid. Bandits have cut off the port alongside one of the monasteries' trade routes and we are unable to obtain the supplies we need. Therefore Lady Rhea thought it best to ration what little of our stores we have for students and teachers alike. That is all we can spare for the moment."

Dimitri's face fell. That really was the worst news he could have heard.  He couldn't possibly take any more as that would be taking it right from the mouth of someone who needed it, especially if they couldn't control the circumstances or predict when it was going to end. He resigned himself to his fate and backed off. "Th..Thank you." He murmured, starting back toward his table. He could probably make it work..! Surely it wasn't as bad as he thought it was. It was for the good of everyone.. he could do it.

The chef watched on as the poor prince resigned himself to his seat at a far table, possibly to hide the rumbling in his stomach. That boy always ate so much, his body needed it and yet there was not enough to give at this moment. The chef sighed. "Poor lad" he could hear a deep groaning from the other side of the room.

Lily grabbed her plate and began scanning the room for a table to sit on. She had thought about sitting with Ferdinand but he was currently irritating Hubert as he sat beside him and Edlegard, asking the young empress to be to engage in combat later on to see who would be triumphant. That was something Lily did not want to get involved in. Sylvain was sat away surrounded by women, Lorenz was terrible company to keep at mealtimes and Lindhardt? Well he'd be weird all lunch and pile on the questions. No, that wouldn't do. Spotting Dimitri at the back of the dining hall alone without Dedue bought her mind back. 'I'll sit with the prince,' she thought. 'He looks ever so lonely for a change.' and with that she made her way over, tray in hand.

Dimitri made a great effort to sit away from everyone so he wouldn't subject him to his noisy stomach. He clutched his arm around it and squeezed, trying and failing to get it to stop moaning. This was only the start of it, he knew that, and he really didn't want to deal with it.

He started eating shortly before Lily approached him, and once he saw her he felt his heart thump. He couldn't tell her to sit somewhere else, that would be rude..! But she would almost definitely hear his stomach, and she was always so nice to him.. It would take a lot out of him to reject anything from her.

"L-Lily..!" Of all the places she could sit. He moved his arm away from his stomach to try to conceal the pain he was in, and the pain he was going to be in later. "I'm sorry, I.. I didn't expect anyone to come over here."

Lily placed her tray on the table and flicked her long hair over one shoulder. "Hi~ You looked lonely over here all by yourself so I thought I would sit and eat with you. That's not entirely presumptuous of me is it?" She sat regardless, not waiting for an answer.

He shrunk a bit and probed his meal with his fork, hoping to avoid any questions she might have. "Not at all, I suppose. I just needed a space to think."

He really couldn't blame her. He sort of set himself up for this very situation when he opted to sit by himself. He started eating again but tried to slow himself down a bit so he didn't look so desperate.

Lily narrowed her eyes as she regarded the prince, something wasn't right with him. She couldn't put her finger on it but he seemed...distracted. "Are you feeling okay? You seem a little different than usual."

"Y-yes." He bluffed, "I'm feeling alright. Just.. a little hungry, is all." That was normal enough before a meal, especially for him with his large appetite and quick metabolism. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to worry you. I suppose it just feels like we trained harder than usual today."

“Ah~ we did train really hard. Felix had me on guard the entire time and you know how he gets when it comes to sword training.” She took her fork and with it stabbed a juicy looking slice of beef. She popped it into her mouth and smiled at the taste.

Dimitri watched her eat for just a second with an unmistakable feeling of envy that he certainly didn't usually feel. He took a forkful of his food into his mouth, absently chewed, and swallowed. He wasn't sure what he was expecting.

Feeling his stomach begin to tighten up, he clamped his hand over it and tried to speak over it. "Did.. you notice something different about the meals today..?"

"hmmm?" Lily tilted her head to one side at the prince's question, fork still in her mouth. "Noticed? Not really. Lemme see...." she studied her chicken and rice dish in a way a detective would evidence in a murder case. "Oh! Could it be that they're a tad smaller than they are normally?" She queried, pointing her fork at the prince as she asked.

"Exactly." He let go of his bated breath with relief that he wasn't just being dramatic. Even if she only noticed after he said something. He felt fine with telling her what the chef had said so she wouldn't have to worry. "Bandits are cutting off our ports, so we're rationing." He took another bite. "Hopefully it doesn't last for much longer."

"Oh, that would explain it. But Dimitri....Don't you usually eat a lot more than this?"

"J-Just a little..! I'm sure it will be absolutely fine until they figure something out.. I'd much rather I go hungry than someone else who needs it more than me."

Lily placed a hand atop her dinner partner's. "That's so sweet of you...here." she took her fork, staked a large piece of beef and plopped it into Dimitri's plate. "Its not much extra but it's a bit better."

"N-No, I couldn't..!" He wanted it, sure, but he really couldn't take it from her. He didn't want to take food from anyone when they might not even have enough for themselves. No matter how hungry he got. "It's only a night. I appreciate it, I really do..! I just can't take something from you like that." He nudged his plate back toward her. "Thank you for the offer..'

"Dimitri it's one tiny meat steak~ I have plenty for myself so don't worry about it." With a smile, the plate was pushed back to him once again.

He was actually sort of shocked. He would have pushed harder had she been someone else, and might have even gone as far as to manually put the item back on her plate, but he would feel terrible if he did that with her. "Just this one time..! I refuse to accept anything else from you." He pulled his plate back in front of him. "You're so much smaller than me.. it would be cruel to continue to take food from you."

Lily blushed. It's true, despite her age she was still only 5'3" making the prince not only taller but embarrassingly enough, younger too. "So stern~ I thought being smaller meant that you need less nutrients 'your highness~' Therefore you need more,  besides it's not like I'll grow much more nowadays." She smiled as she watched the prince dig into the steak with an almost grateful pout, if one were indeed possible. She hadn't meant to sound mocking by calling him 'your highness.' Not at all, the others called him that too after all.

He felt his face heat up against his will at the words 'your highness'. He had heard it plenty from other people, but it felt different coming from her after she had shut down what he said.

"You said you were trained harder than usual. Even if you're not growing, you still need to eat." Funny enough that he said that after eating the meat she offered. It almost felt wrong to take it from someone who could properly appreciate its nutrients and flavor, rather than someone who couldn't taste it and wouldn't be satisfied by it. "You still need to eat, too."

"Okay okay~ I see your point. You're just looking out for me. I was wondering though Dimitri about that metabolism of yours. How are you coping at the moment?" Lily knew of Dimitri's ravenous appetite and whilst the two had been sat chatting, her ears pricked to a decidedly familiar sound....though Lily knew not entirely what it was, she had an inkling and tried to avoid making obvious glances towards Dimitri's middle.

He gave a bit of a sigh and wrapped his arm around his stomach that still felt empty despite all that he had given it. He wouldn't tell her that much, but he wouldn't lie to her. "I'm still feeling just a bit hungry.. but I'm sure it's just because everything hasn't settled in yet. I do feel better..! I'm just not quite used to the portion sizes yet." He had felt his stomach growling throughout their conversation, but he had hoped the cafeteria was loud enough to cover it up. He didn't know what he would do if Lily could hear it. That would be terribly embarrassing.

A louder grumble caught lily's ear as the pair sat and Dimitri spoke. The poor guy was still rather empty it seemed. The girl found herself blushing at the way he mentioned the food settling in his belly. It was all rather fluatering and lily wished for the nearby window to open and cool down the room. "A-ah I see....say Dimitri..?" She found it difficult to meet his gaze but did so anyway. "That noise I'm hearing...is that your...?" She gestured to his stomach, swirling her fork around in the air and pointing promptly in the direction of his gurgling abdomen.

It almost felt like he had been shot. His eyes widened as he looked away from her in a mix of shock and embarrassment and disbelief that his stomach was loud enough to be heard besides everything else going on around them. He couldn't get out of this, that noise could only really be one thing.

"Y-Yes, it is.. I'm sorry, I.. I didn't realize you could hear it.. It isn't normally like this.."

Lily found herself blushing at his cute demeanor and giggled in response. "It is fairly loud. Sylvain and Felix both have told me about what an insatiable stomach you have, hehe."

"It's usually fairly quiet... Until I don't feed it properly, I guess." He tried to straighten himself out for his own dignity's sake. "Surely it will quiet itself down with time. Or I'll find a way to quiet it down so it's not such a distraction.."

"I see." The girl couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the hungry prince. She knew his body used lot of energy and therefore he needed his filling meals but the boy was too kind and far too stubborn for his own good. "I hope so, I'd hate for you to feel out of sorts for so long " That hollow groaning was still going steady, grumbling hungrily in the background as they ate their food and talked.

Dimitri hated how much they were talking about him and his hunger, so he opted to change the subject. It actually worked to get Dimitri's mind off of his stomach for a while, not that he could read Lily and tell what she was thinking. Regardless, he rather enjoyed talking to her. He was glad that she had decided to sit with him even if it was horrifically embarrassing at first.

It wasn't until he cleared his plate that his focus was broken again. After it all, he was still feeling much more empty than he had anticipated. He would have played it off and might have been able to convince Lily he had eaten enough if a loud moan from his stomach hadn't given him away, causing a deep pain that made him wince. His face went red as he tried to cover up his stomach that was continuing to make noise.

"A-are you okay?!" The girl asked more out of concern than anything, temporarily forgetting how much she liked the deep moaning noises his gut erupted with. "Dimitri, you seem as though you're in pain."

He couldn't play it off well. He gritted his teeth and sat up straight, pushing his hand against his stomach. "I guess this wasn't enough after all.. I assure you it's not as painful as it sounds.. it just, erm.. surprised me." That was really the best he could do as far as excuses went. "I'm sorry I worried you..."

“I wish there was something I could do, you poor thing” She sighed. Maybe leaving the dinner hall and all of its delectable aromas behind would help to settle the young prince’s empty belly. His stomach had started constantly grumbling up a miniature storm complete with thunder and the smell of the room certainly seemed to be fueling it more. “ Shall we go elsewhere?”

The smell probably was making it worse. He never had a problem zoning it out before and he never really gave it too much thought while he was eating, but today it had gotten in his head and reminded him of just how much he couldn't eat. He didn't want to be seen by anyone that could possibly hear his stomach anyway.

"Ah, I think we should." He hated hearing her pity. She really was far too kind to him.

Dimitri walked with Lily out of the cafeteria and already started to feel better. The smell of food no longer tortured him, and he was sort of relieved he didn't have to pretend he wasn't hungry now that the secret was out. He hoped that it was just the smell of everything that was making him feel so famished and that he might get a break after they left. He relaxed a bit as they walked and took a chance on letting go of his stomach, even though the constant rumbling hadn't really stopped.

Lily could hear the constant rumbles still emanating from the poor, hungry prince's belly. She chose not to comment on the sounds to save him from at least partial embarrassment. It can't be easy having a  powerful stomach you just can't fill, must be painful for him too. "You're feeling better now that you're away from those smells I hope?" Lily asked and remembered as she did something Dedue had told her happened once during gardening duty. Since the prince had no sense of taste, he had attempted to eat some of the edible, safe for human consumption type weeds that grew outside while maintaining the monastery's grounds. Dedue had not been amused and had sternly yet exasperatingly told his retainer not to eat the weeds. The tale had been told whilst cooking with the Duscan once in confidence. The girls' lips curled in amusement. "Those weeds may be edible....wouldn't you agree?" She mocked, nodding towards a bunch of dandelions growing beside a nearby wall.

"I am feeling better, thank you." His pride was just wounded, and the aching and hollow feeling in his stomach didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. He tried to clench up his stomach to quiet it to try and be a little convincing about feeling better, but there wasn't much he was going to do without something inside his stomach to sate it.

He felt his entire face heat up with embarrassment once he remembered the scolding he had gotten for almost eating weeds, and his embarrassment got worse once he inferred how she knew about that. It was even more degrading when he had considered grabbing the weeds and stuffing them in his gob for a moment. "D..Did Dedue..?!" He stuttered, his eyes widening a bit. "I.. I didn't think he was going to tell anyone..!"

Lily giggled. "It was only me he told. Please don't get mad at him. It's my fault for prying." *** The two made their way to Dimitri's dorm to which the ever weakening prince had to be supported along the way. His energy had been drained and Lily had to literally drag the prince away from the training grounds as they passed since he decided training on an empty stomach might be a fun idea. Well Idea denied! The girl plopped the prince down on his bed and stood over him with a stern look. Usually he would have enough strength to lift the girl high into the air with one arm alone....but now, in his hungered state brought on by his metabolism, he could barely lift himself.

Dimitri had gotten slightly faint while they walked and even wavered a bit, so he shouldn't have been surprised when Lily forcibly guided him away from the training grounds. He gritted his teeth and tried to talk her into letting him go, but really there was no telling how long he would last if he tried to exert himself.

He was at a loss for words as he looked up at her, almost shocked that someone of her size and temperament could be stern or demanding. "You didn't have to stop me. I could have trained."

"Oh yeah? and how were you going to do that? With that energy you 'clearly' have in abundance or with those shaking arms, or perhaps..." She leaned down and placed a palm against the fabric clothed abdomen before her. The rumbles and groans seemed to vibrate her entire arm and resonate down her body. "...with this empty stomach?" She blushed. She was touching his stomach....the girl never thought she'd get this far and now there she was! Just touching his belly as it moaned out for food. By the goddess it was powerful, there was no denying that.

He only noticed his trembling arms once she pointed them out but she stole his attention away from them when she pressed her hand against his stomach. It roared against her palm, begging her to take care of it because he so clearly couldn't. Her touch somewhat soothed him, like she was taking the pain away just by acknowledging it so he didn't have to pretend it wasn't aching. "Nngh.. maybe you're right. But you.. You're feeling alright?"

"M-me?" She felt rather taken aback. "Why would I not be feeling alright?" she pressed firmly onto his belly earning a moan from the prince, such indecent noises coming from nobility. Tut tut, she thought. She wondered if he realized himself the sound he had just made and whether or not he was flustered by it.

"You got a smaller p-portion too.." He hadn't meant to make such a sound when she pushed against his stomach, but the slight tensing in his hands and legs expressing a bit of pleasure was something he couldn't stop. He supposed he didn't have to tell her that that felt good~ He covered up his mouth anyway to try to silence himself. "Excuse me.."

"You have no need to excuse yourself." She smiled, and tried a massage.  A single palm softly rubbing, pressing in on the concave, muscular abdomen. She noticed him tense again in response and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand. "Could it be?" She cooed softly. "Are you enjoying this Dimitri?"

His draw dropped at the accusation. He hadn't meant to be so obvious. "I..! Well, it's.. Y-yes, it does feel.. rather nice.." He couldn't and didn't want to lie to her at this point. She was good at this massage thing, not that one could be bad at rubbing a very empty stomach.

He felt a growl start up from just above his navel, and her hand wasn't quite where it was. He hesitantly placed his hand above hers and moved it up a bit, pressing it against the proper area as it gave a ravenous growl.

Lily flushed red at this development. Dimitri was touching her hand AND not only that but he was maneuvering hers across to his navel. If only he were shirtless~ He had just admitted how much he liked the rubbing on his starving belly. The food from earlier had already all but disappeared, digested away in that powerful belly of his. The soft fabric on his stomach rustled and moved with the girl's touch. As his belly let out that low, ravenous groan lily was sure the guy could see her blush and she wondered if it somehow matched his own burning face. "O-oh my...." she stammered, her hand flinching in place, cracking its rubbing due to utter embarrassment.

"I hope you didn't mind that.." He eased up his grip on her hand once he had gotten her in the right place and crumpled with exhaustion. Even his own stomach's growling was tiring him out. He could feel his stomach clenching around what little of his meal hadn't been digested yet, begging for more now that there was so little. "I hope they'll take care of the bandits before tomorrow.. I'm not sure how much of this I can take." He didn't like to think of himself as a whiner, but she had worn down his defenses and softened him up with that massage.

"I hope so too...your poor belly." She cooed, once again pressing down, taking full control of her movements. Yes it was embarrassing but he was enjoying it and god knows she was too! Lily removed her hand temporarily, earning an almost puppy dog look from Dimitri's eyes as she did, if only for a moment. Sliding her hand underneath his clothing was an easy task, she quickly undid his uniform straps and cape and simply placed her hand upon the bare flesh of his tummy.

He gladly let her take over so he could get a chance to rest up a bit, making it that much more painful when she stopped, hence the puppy eyes. What he hadn't expected was her move to start undressing him~

She stole the breath right from his lungs with a sharp gasp when her fingers grazed his bare skin. He cooperated with her and helped where he could to get his shirt off, his breathing still shallow all the way up until she put her hand right where it belonged on his stomach. "If I'm being honest with you, Lily, it.. it doesn't seem like you're too upset about this." He gave her as much of a smile he could manage through his embarrassment. "I might even think you're happy."

She froze in place, her face a reddened mess. "W-w- what do you mean?!?" It came out like a squeak.

"I just mean.. you seem a bit happy to be here." He rested his hands on hers again to encourage the massage. "With me." Even if the circumstances weren't ideal for Dimitri, he didn't mind the outcome. He would gladly bear hunger if it meant this sort of attention from Lily.

It seemed as though the steam from her face could heat the room. Lily was THAT flustered. She, on instinct, shot her head into the crook of his neck so that she rested against his shoulder in an almost hug. This was so embarrassing. Even then she didnt stop rubbing and even felt herself dislodge another Roaring groan from his belly which had enough power to shake the pair. "I-I am....h-happy." She stuttered, shaking in place. "T-to be here...now....with you...but also..y-your b-b-be-" She couldn't get the word out. 'Belly.' it was so simple and yet she couldn't muster it.

He gave a slight yelp when she buried her face in the curve of his neck, the heat of her face just about matching his hot skin. He brought his hands up to rest on her waist to complete their almost-hug. He grunted at the feeling of such a powerful growl being forced out by her hands, but it felt sort of nice in a sick way.

He didn't quite understand what she was trying to say at first until he remembered why she was there with him, why he was shirtless and why her hands were busy at work on his organ. "M-My.. my stomach?" He asked, almost as embarrassed as her to admit it to himself.

Lily nodded in response. "Uh huh....I couldn't s-say it." She nuzzled further into his neck, her hand feeling every groan and pulse from his starved gut.

That explained just about everything. He shuddered at the feeling of her face on such a sensitive part of his body and rested his hand against the back of her head so he could stroke her hair. "This is all very new for me, I must admit."

She sniffled in response. "It is???" She enjoyed how his hands felt in her hair and found herself puzzling even more at his touch. "Then I'll admit....your empty stomach flusters me even more than you can imagine..."

"I suppose I've never really.. been hungry before, so.. I never got the chance to know how it felt.." He looked away from her. "The feeling isn't that nice, but.. this is.."

"It's been a good while huh? We tend to take things like food for granted..." at the mention of food, the prince's stomach groaned hungrily. "I'm glad you're liking the m-massage."

He cringed at the groan his stomach made, his mouth slightly watering at the idea of food and how much he missed it.  "Your hands.. I expected them to be rough or calloused with all the training we do.. I never expected them to be.. soft."

"How rude!" Lily smirked at the comment though her voice clearly showed mock irritation. "My hands are very soft. I can feel each little groan y'know~" she traced Dimitri's navel with tender fingertips. She noticed him drooling and found herself blushing harder. That was adorable, he was salivating at the thought of filling his belly.

Her touch was almost tickling him with how gentle it was. His stomach instinctively tensed under her touch and he moaned, a terribly embarrassing display he couldn't control. "Can you really feel every one of them..?" He wiped the drool away from his lips. "If this is how its like on the first day, I'm a little nervous about what it's going to be like tomorrow.."

"I can indeed. Each and every one," She smiled softly. "Maybe there's a way to get you some more food after all." She pondered. "Like steaks, rice dishes...oh! And filling roasts."

Dimitri furrowed his brow and gave a soft groan. How badly he wanted each and every one of those dishes even if he couldn't properly taste them- He just wanted to stuff himself with them until he could hardly move so he wouldn't have to feel so hungry. "I wouldn't want to eat more if it meant someone else went hungry.." He mumbled as though he had to convince himself as well, "A roast sounds lovely right now.."

"I bet it does~ A whole roasted pig and all the trimmings. With your capacity I'm sure you'd be able to swallow all of it down and still have room for Dedue's Duscan recipes afterwards." She smiled, leaning back to face the blushing prince. Then suddenly, continuing the talk of tantalizing food, she faces his bare stomach. "You sound so hungry...shhhh hush now, there there" she rubbed it gently, blush ever present as she did. "I know your all empty but is that a reason to complain and tell like that. " she spoke softly to his stomach the way someone would a pet dog or a child. "Poor thing, we need to fill you full of warm, indulgent foods don't we?"

He could just imagine how filling that would be, especially if he got so hungry he swallowed it whole. It would fill his stomach so effortlessly and the only thing he would really have to worry about was belching up the air that came from swallowing something whole. Even if he couldn't taste the tender pig he would be able to feel it slide down and hit the bottom of his empty, hungry stomach, and if he went for the whole pig and the rest of the meal it would likely make a considerable bump in his stomach.

He got so caught up in his day dreaming that he didn't notice how much noise his stomach was making and how much saliva his mouth was producing. He came to when she started paying special attention to his extremely talkative stomach, the way she was talking to it flustering him to his very core. It almost felt like torture~ "I think you're making it worse.." He cooed, trying to keep his voice low so as to not discourage her too much.

Lily didn't listen simply because in that moment she couldn't hear the starved prince, boy his ravenous belly; so she continued her talk. "Imagine swallowing the pig whole ~ you'd be so big and swollen, happily full. I bet you'd be able to swallow one whole~"

That would feel so wonderful.. an entire pig sitting right in his stomach, putting so much weight in the organ and silencing its cries for at least a day. He could just imagine how full he would be~ "L-Lily.." He huffed, feeling a rather large growl building up right beneath her. "P..Please, at least move away from there, I.." He was too embarrassed to give the reason.

"Hmm? Move away? But why?" She looked rather quizzical, the kneading and rubbing not ceasing one bit. "Is your t-tummy acting up?"

"It's, well.." He couldn't help his stammering when the reason was so embarrassing, but it didn't seem he had the time to come up with an excuse anyway. Before he could get anything more out that ferocious growl erupted from his stomach just beneath Lily's hands. Dimitri's face was red enough that one might even think he had been slapped, and he could have sworn he felt the vibrations of such a growl in the frame of the bed they were laying on. "Y-yes, it was.." He managed to get out, covering his mouth with his hand out of pure and unadulterated humiliation.

The young girl shook, an after effect. A mixture of both pure embarrassment and the physical vibrations from his highnesses rumbling belly. "O-oh my...." she stammered, leaning back to look at the prince, both of her hands flying to her mouth in a feeble attempt to hide away, not unlike the way an animal in a zoo longs for a shelter from its onlookers. She didn't know what to say and for a moment the pair stared, making eye contact yet neither able to explain how they managed to maintain it for so long. The humiliation was too much and lily could have sworn she could see the steam rising from their faces. There wasn't a peep from either party. Silence. Aside from the persistent rumbling from Dimitri's stomach.

The embarrassment of the entire situation made Dimitri want to drop dead, and the noise his stomach continued to make only made it worse. He broke their eye contact when he started to rub at his persistently noisy stomach with his other hand, desperately trying to push at it so it could shut up and stop mortifying him. Now that his entire dinner was gone, though, there was no way the noises were going anywhere. Not at least until breakfast, which would hopefully be more impressive than tonight's dinner was.

"I meant to give you a warning." He still couldn't bring his eyes back to hers, he couldn't bear to. "I'm.. sorry you had to hear that."

Lily flushed. There was no way she’d ever been so embarrassed in her entire life. She shook her head and gulped lightly. “N-no no it’s okay.” She squeaked before coughing lightly into her hand. Best to attempt to clear one’s throat when it sounds like a mouse had died within it. “Ahem, honestly, it’s fine. We do need to protest to the dining hall staff though. I know we’re running low on food but Dimitri..” she trailed off and seized him him a tight hug. “You need more food that the average person or you’ll starve. Your poor tummy is proof enough of that. I’ll talk to them for you later and see if I can’t procure you something.”

He hated to think that she would have to be making demands on his account, but he really wasn't sure how well he could perform if he wasn't fed properly. Becoming faint on the first day didn't mean well for him, and he really didn't want to collapse in the middle of his training.

He wrapped his arms around her once she pulled him into a hug, unsure how else to thank her for how much kindness she had shown to him today. "Th-Thank you." Is all he could manage for a moment. "You really don't have to, but.. I appreciate it."  

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Hopefully we have just a bit more to come after this <3

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Germany Hungerfic (Hetalia)

World War One had completely shattered Germany’s very delicate economy. Funding the aftermath had been put on his shoulders so what little money he had went right to paying off his war debt, taking right from his peoples’ mouths.

He knew they were starving and completely relied on him (He felt terrible guilt for them, knowing he was the one taking their money from them and distributing it elsewhere, regardless of whether or not he really wanted to), so he felt his only choice was to work for them. He spent his first few days donating what he could and working around his area to give his services where necessary, even cooking whatever food was left out of his own house, denying food simply because of the fact that he knew he was stronger than them. He could handle starvation longer than them and, selfishly, he knew that if they were to die off he’d be left with nothing.

He was already sort of lean when this entire effort started, but suddenly and completely fasting after a semi-plentiful wartime took a heavy toll on his body. He felt his muscles growing weaker and heavier as the days went on, his aching head making it that much harder to focus. Before he knew it it had been over a week, and still the hollow feeling in his stomach didn’t want to go away.

He fought with himself to check his cupboards. He didn’t need to be eating nearly as much as everyone else and they were suffering badly. Eating felt selfish, like he was taking even more from his own people, but the pain was making it hard to sleep or stand or think. Food was the only thing on his mind anymore, how much he missed it and how good everything tasted when he was allowed to eat. He missed stews, he missed fresh bread, he desperately missed beer and more than anything he missed his sweets. He was weak for sugar, particularly now that it was even more inappropriate for him to be eating.

He couldn’t stand to be thinking about it anymore, so once he got home he didn’t even bother to put anything down and went right to his cupboards. He had given enough away to justify at least a sandwich at this point, or at least he could tell himself that. He opened his first cupboard, one he usually kept soups in, and found it to be empty. He could get over the surprise from that one, soup was easy to donate and he preferred homemade soup anyway. He opened up another cabinet, and another, and another, and felt his heart sink as each one of them came up empty. He didn’t remember cleaning out his cupboards. Had he really gotten rid of everything? He double checked each one of them, and even checked cupboards he knew he didn’t keep food in, and leaned back against his counter when they, still, came back empty. His stomach ached and gave a low growl that he didn’t want to entertain, those eyes still darting between each of the empty doors. He must have donated and cooked away everything without even paying attention to it. Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing and tried not to think about it.

Nothing. He had quite literally nothing to eat. What was he going to do? He didn’t have much money he could get away with spending. He shouldn’t be spending it at all. He absent-mindedly wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach, suppressing the groans it was producing. He was sure he couldn’t starve to death, not until his people died with him. But how close could he get? He couldn’t think of any nations that had fallen because of their personification, it had always been the other way around.

He gritted his teeth as a hunger pang started up deep in his stomach. Even if this couldn’t kill him, the pain was horrendous. He felt anger in the moment, anger at every other country who had done this to him, anger at them for punishing the innocent for something they didn’t take part in, and terrible anger at his cupboards for being so empty. The thought that this was just the beginning, that there wasn’t a chance of getting help for other countries and it was his job to build everything back up from the ground was torture. He had no idea how long it was going to take, and he wasn’t sure if he could handle months or years of hunger like this.

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This feels more of like a starter than an actual fic. It’s been stuck in my head for a very long time so I thought I would put it somewhere so my soul can be at rest. Fat chance. 

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So, I got braces. I hadn’t been eating properly days leading up to when I got them for stress reasons, also because I would forget until after it was too late that I hadn’t eaten. This morning my stomach was especially active for one reason or another, probably because it’s been a few days since I got my braces and my teeth hurt too much to chew-So I haven’t eaten. I’m a mess, I get it, but I hope you enjoy this anyway. 

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Oops pt. 2 but not like you’re thinking

Before I get into this, I just want to make it clear that I am very bad at commitment. I’m not good at doing things every day, either because I forget to or lose motivation, and almost as soon as I promised to post things I fell into a bout of ‘sadness’, no further details needed. I have requests that I will fill, you have been heard, but until then. 

I did a rp with @the-elusive-libbin and she gave me permission to post it. Granted there’s demand there might be a second part, but I’m posting this now because it’s starvation and the second half would be stuffing. I don’t want to subject you to it if that’s not what you’re here for, I understand. This is @the-elusive-libbin‘s own self-insert and Jakurai Jinguji of  Hypnosis Mic: Division Rap Battle. Let me know if you enjoy it. 

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Exhaustion and fatigue was something Jakurai was sort of used to. He had a high stress job that squeezed the energy out of him throughout the day, and often he would be able to be just fine until he got home and he would instantly collapse after getting at least a few mouthfuls of food into his belly. But that was all granted things went sort of well.

Everything needed his attention today, and emergency after emergency forced him to go in and out of rooms without being able to even think between moments. He lost track of time and didn't exactly desire to check, but before he knew it he was stopped and told to take his lunch.

He probably did need to eat. He definitely needed to eat, but by then he was already full of adrenaline and had patients to take care of. He brushed off his breaks and his lunches and kept working, not yet feeling any sort of hunger or exhaustion. He wasn't worried about it yet.

He actually didn't have to worry about it for a long time and his body was patient enough to keep him going until his last patient. All of a sudden his body started slowing down and it took that much more effort to keep his eyes open and stay awake. He fought with his body on it for as long as he could until he was free to go, at which point he went right to his desk and fell asleep.

It wasn't as much of a 'I'm going to take a nap', it was more of a 'I'm going to collapse in the middle of work if I don't sleep'. Either way, he was completely blacked out.

Lily started down the miraculously clean corridor towards the doctor’s office. Sterile white walls surrounded her as she walked, a maze of monotonous barriers that all seemed to connect to everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. Lily knew her route and hardly even had to think about where she was going or which direction to take, she had grown accustomed to it all through work.

The doctor was her higher up, that was all too true and she worked mostly for him as his nurse and organizer, in fact it was rare that she ever worked for another doctor within the practice; but today was different. She had hardly seen the long haired man with his ever present bags under his eyes and his white coat today aside from one point mid day where she had reminded him of his break, during a fleeting moment where the two passed by one another in a corridor. It had been way too busy to breathe, let alone chat and so the nurse thought it best to save discussing future plans with the older male until after the rush. The rush passed and the doctor was still MIA.

Lily approached a large, grey door that sported a miniature, frosted glass window and a small, golden nameplate. ‘Jinguji Jakurai Sensei.’ It stated in bold, black lettering. Perhaps the nurse had thought it best to check the doctor’s office last? In theory it should have been the first place she concluded to find the target. With a sigh at her own thought process, she turned the handle and entered the room What she saw left her slightly in awe. The doctor was sat at his desk, seemingly passed out, his long hair draped across the surface as his folded arms cradled his sleeping head. This was the first time the nurse had ever seen the doctor in this state. At first she became concerned that he may actually be dead but the soft rise and fall of his back as he breathed disregarded that notion.

The sound of the door stirred the doctor, forcing a quiet groan of unwillingness out of him. He hated the idea of moving, of waking up after sleeping for what only felt like a few seconds. His body was drained,, exhausted after not even finishing a full day. It was rather disconcerting.

His arms were suddenly comforting here, but once he saw who was in his office that comfort melted away into slight embarrassment. "Excuse me." He murmured as he straightened himself out, brushing out his uniform. "Our break.. is it over so soon? I only meant to be a few minutes." He combed his hand through his hair. "I'll be right out with you. I must have lost track of time."

“It’s only me.” Lily smiled, clipboard clutched close to her chest as she listened to his words carefully. Seeing him in a sleeping state like that was so out of character, so unusual, so....adorable! She wished just for a moment that he would fall back asleep. She shook the thoughts from her mind, quite literally and made herself dizzy in the process. “Hmm, sensei....you were gone for quite a while. You uhh, how do I put this? You fell asleep for longer than you may have thought. Your shift is over...you slept through.” She touched his shoulder gently with the softest smile she could muster. “You were so exhausted, I think your body may have started working against you there.”

His rest felt so short.. had he really slept that long? He glanced at his clock and felt his heart sink when it was confirmed before his very eyes. "Damn." Of course he slept through the rest of his shift. He held his hand to his forehead, cursing the time and his own body. It was embarrassing, being that reckless on the job when there very well could have been something serious that he should have been present for. Not that he seemed to mind that sort of thing, as his own stomach was one of the very things that he neglected most when it needed his attention. 

 "I didn't miss anything, did I?" He continued, meeting Lily's eyes. "I wish you would have woken me up sooner."

"You didn't, all of our patients remained stable after you left. We were busy but we managed to keep a hold of it all. Everything's okay. I'd have woken you up but I had no idea you were sleeping in here." She gestured to the office. "My apologies sensei, had I known where you were I'd have come to get you sooner"

It helped to know that he, at the very least, wasn't absent for something serious. He couldn't even imagine how embarrassed he would be if they needed him and he wasn't there because he was napping in his office. He would have to make it a note to force himself to sleep better at home, not that the damage hadn't already been done. "I'm glad they're doing better. Our patients, I mean." He started to trail off a bit as a growl tore through his stomach, stealing his thoughts away. He cringed at the feeling and clutched at his stomach. "Ah.. excuse me.."

Lily stared at the doctor’s stomach for a moment and then blinked. Once. Twice. Was- was that what she thought it was? The nurse’s thoughts were confirmed when she saw a hand grip tightly at the doctor’s abdomen. “W-was that your-?” A light blush rose to her cheeks as she accidentally cut herself off .

"We had an emergency during what was supposed to be my lunch." His arm didn't leave his stomach, partly out of shame and partly because the pain was somewhat lessened with the pressure. It was embarrassment after embarrassment, and Jakurai couldn't tolerate another noise like that. "I suppose that might have been a part of the problem. I didn't exactly have enough time to.." He cleared his throat and spoke in a more hushed tone. "You understand."

The nurse could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her face felt warm even without physically touching it. It took a minute or so before she could speak again, secondhand embarrassment washing over her. She had never in her life heard the doc's stomach and now she had, while they were alone....and it was fairly loud. "Y-you haven't eaten then?" A question that was more rhetorical than not.

The pause was just as excruciating for him, if not more. He was very grateful when she started talking. "Not since.." Well, his breakfast wasn't exactly outstanding either. He usually just ate whatever was quick enough to bring along with him if he even felt breakfast was necessary, as he was normally fine until lunch. Maybe 'fine' wasn't the best word, but rather he didn't feel weak or queasy until then. "No, I guess I haven't."

"Your poor tummy!" She almost cooed, accidentally using a less scientific term for stomach in the process. Perhaps she meant to keep that part in her mind bit regardless she blurted it into the open and now she felt even more warm in the face.

"It doesn't usually give me trouble." He loosened his grip over his stomach, choosing to ignore how cheery she seemed to be about the situation~ "I suppose I don't really allow it to give me trouble. We don't exactly have time to be focusing on ourselves." He was more or less speaking for himself. Obviously. "I'll be fine."

"You'll be fine when you get sustenance sensei. Your stomach is empty and you need fuel." She reached out and tentatively placed her palm against his midsection over his clothes, her hand shaking nervously as she did.

He didn't make any sort of effort to stop her. She already heard it, he didn't feel the need to pretend it didn't happen. He did get a slight tingling sensation under her palm, but that was greatly overshadowed by the dull, nigh constant rumbles that he had been trying so hard to conceal. He was sure she could feel them, but he couldn't tell how she felt about it. "I appreciate the concern."

It was then that without thinking Lily began to rub at the abdomen in front of her, setting the clipboard she held with her other hand down on the doctor's desk. She could feel harsh vibrations from palm to fingertip as his stomach clenched and spasmed under her hand. Deep yet fairly quiet grumbling came at intervals, sounding through the layers of muscle, skin and organ. Up and down, gently adding pressure as she rubbed his concave stomach, her face turning a colour that she presumed to be nothing short of crimson. The nurse could not meet his eyes and therefore could not tell his expression. The nerves were too real.

That certainly answered his question. He initially assumed it was a mistake, that her hand had slipped or something, but that proved to be absolutely ridiculous within the very same instant. He felt his breath leave his lungs once he realized what she was doing, but the more she massaged his clenched muscle the better it started to feel. Her hands felt soft and comforting even if they were above his clothes, and it really did feel like she was suppressing painful hunger pangs and making them more bearable. If not for her hot blush, the doctor would have no insight on how she was feeling or how nervous she was.

 He gently took her hands into his, temporarily pausing the massage. "I don't understand where this is coming from. You have to tell me."

"I-I just-" she stammered. He was actually HOLDING her hands. Both of them. Not just one, but both! She would have flushed more if she could. "I j-just thought if I massaged your stomach it would ease the p-pain. I meant no I'll will"

"It did ease the pain." He started to let go of her hands when he saw how quickly she fell apart. "It just seemed so sudden. You're always so nervous around me." It was such a confident move. Seemed so out of place for someone so timid, especially one that was proving his point with that powerful blush. "I really didn't mind it."

"w-well I..." she hid her face in her hands and said nothing more. What if he thought she was weird now? What if he became wary around her? 

  "I didn't mean to embarrass you." He stopped himself from touching her hands again. "I just needed to ask. I'm sorry if I.. spoiled it for you." Whatever 'it' happened to be. He didn't think of it as a pleasure thing and really did think she was doing it to help him feel better. It was a service, more like~ "It felt nice."

Lily peeped through the fingers on her one hand and gulped nervously. Was he actually smiling softly back at her? Her heart skipped a beat and she removed both hands from her face. "W-would you like me to continue?" She fidgeted on the spot.

The massages to help with the pain ironically kept him from going home and properly eating. The irony wasn't lost on him. This was the better option though-One where he got a free massage after a long day from someone that could hardly be around him without nearly combusting before this. "I wouldn't say no to it." He agreed, a slight purr evident in his voice. "Though I imagine it will get worse no matter how much you take care of it."

“T-then...” Lily tucked her hair behind one ear and knelt down on the floor next to the doctor. She placed her hand back onto his empty tummy and began to massage once again. “Then I’ll continue a while longer.”

His cheeks reddened as she knelt next to him. He didn't get this sort of attention a lot, really ever, and especially not from her. He didn't think she was even capable of doing this. He felt like he should talk, or say something at least, but all he could really think about was her hands. "Have you thought about doing this before?"

She flinched. “What? D-do you mean massaging your belly?” She immediately flushed and ducked her head as she realized what she had said. 

"Y..yes." It was strange to go from how they usually talked to each other to how they were talking now. His hand twitched, a visible effort he made to stop himself from covering his stomach as a noisy rumble sounded off beneath his shirt. It would take some time to get used to hearing that. "..You don't have to answer that."

Lily twinged as the doctor’s stomach groaned beneath her hand and was surprised at the little noise he gave off himself “Answer your question or your stomach?” 

"The question." His face flushed at her statement. "I assumed that this had to come from somewhere. That you wouldn't have done this for no reason." He looked at her hand rather than her face. "I'm looking too far into it."

“M-maybe you are.....” she trailed off, letting her words linger in the air for a while. She massaged what she thought was a knot and earned a deep roar from the belly in return. Changing the subject seemed to be a good option so lily took it. “You sound so empty.”

The roar was extra painful for him, making it impossible to stop a grunt. It was bittersweet, both the pain of such deep growls with the pleasure of the massage, and he couldn't agree more with her. "I'm sure I've gone this long without eating before. I can't remember it ever hurting this much." That didn't really mean an awful lot. "I guess I stuff it when I get home on days like this before I give it the chance to hurt."

The nurse’s eyes widened. “Stuff...” it came across as a question though it was never meant to be. Her eyes met his finally as they sparkled hopefully.

"Not intentionally." He dragged his fingers through his hair, taking her question as concern or judgment. "I just try to shut it up before it gets started. I don't mean to gorge or anything. I stop before it gets to be too much. I promise." His mood shifted when he saw that glittering in her eyes. There wasn't any sort of judging to be seen on her face. "I really do try not to eat too much. Even when I'm hungry." 

“I see~” she smiled, her grin showing just how happy in the moment she actually was. “But you have been stuffed before? Full of food.” She knew talking about food could possibly upset his stomach into complaining and cramping up but in Lily’s eyes that was a bonus. Regardless of embarrassment, she was finding a way to push through and talk about things she really wanted to talk about. Things she truly desired.

"I don't think I've ever needed to." He had accidentally overeaten maybe once, but he never let himself indulge. He was tired when he got home, lunch was his main meal and dinner was what he could get down before he fell asleep. Stuffing himself.. didn't seem so bad right now. It actually sounded nice, and thinking about it made his hunger feel that much more dramatic. "Maybe I will tonight.. since I've already slept plenty."

Lily fidgeted. She remembered how Hifumi tended to cook for the doctor on occasion to save time and an idea struck, sticking to her mind like tape to paper. “I....I could cook for you sensei...I-If you’re not busy.” She rambled, her face flushing. “I mean you don’t have to, it’s not weird like a date or anything....!!!Date?!? No I didn’t mean that, well I did, it’s just that you’re hungry and I have food...I mean I can make food....I’m going to stop talking now.”

Her scrambling was sort of charming. This was the Lily that he had come to know. He had somewhat expected an offer after her line of questioning, though he had to admit he didn't know what the offer was going to be, exactly. Free food was always a pleasure regardless. "I don't know how much energy I'd have to cook when I got home anyway. If it's not too much of a bother, of course, I'd love to eat with you. Ah, please don't feel pressured to feed me. I know it seems pretty bad, but I assure you I know how to feed myself.”

Lily paused, her face turning red. She stood and looked around the doctor’s chin area, again avoiding eye contact. “T-then....w-would you like to come to my house for a homemade meal? I’ll t-try to keep the portion size as accurate as possible...”

He wasn't sure what she meant by 'accurate', but he would trust her. They were both trained to take care of people, who would know better than her? Homemade sounded good anyway, no matter what it was she planned to cook. He supposed people enjoyed cooking for him, that he wouldn't have to cook for himself with all of this pampering.  "That sounds nice. I wouldn't mind the company, either."

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That’s all I have for you. It’s pretty long, sorry about that. Maybe.

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How do you feel about Gilbert stuffed to his likit with Halloween candy?

Maybe you submitted this not thinking I would respond with a fic. Maybe you submitted it knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist because I’m a sucker~ Either way, let’s get into it.

Gilbert fell back on the couch with a sigh, letting his phone rest on his belly. Ludwig was the last of the night to call him and tell him that he couldn’t make it, that he was terribly sorry and that he felt awful and so on.

Gilbert’s attention wavered in and out between his brother and the candy bowl that rested firmly in his arm that he had started eating from once the first guest had canceled. He couldn’t be damned to start taking decorations down or to start putting things away, so for now he would just worry about getting rid of all the food he had bought. He had finished a beer and had started his second (He wanted to try to pace himself at the very least), and since he wasn’t going to be seeing anyone, he stripped down to shorts and a tank top. He was much more comfortable that way, and found he didn’t mind that he didn’t have any company. 

He did miss Ludwig a bit. He was grown now, had his own things to do, didn’t have time to see his big brother nearly as much as they used to. 

Gilbert tossed an empty wrapper into the trash can he had dragged over to the couch to make eating easier. He usually didn’t like sweets nearly as much as his brother, but right now they tasted just right. He wasn’t quite hungry,and that would maybe pose a problem later, but he was happy now.

He turned his TV on and put a movie on, any movie, while he opened up a few different pieces of chocolate so he could eat them at once. 

Gilbert let the time pass and absently continued eating until he felt his stomach start to protest. It grumbled weakly against his tank, a low murmur that just barely got his attention. He slid his hand down to his shirt, feeling up the very slightly bloated mass that sat on his middle. It was actually hard to the touch, and it continued its dull mumbling under his hand. He massaged it, questioning it, and let himself belch. He hadn’t ever been this full before, and hadn’t ever really felt the desire to. He had stuffed himself before, of course, but never to the point that he could see the swelling of his stomach being pushed to its capacity poking out under his shirt.

That should have been more than enough evidence for him to stop. But he allowed just one more piece, then another, then just a few more-Until he started to get uncomfortable. He turned over on the couch so he was resting on his back and supported himself up against the arm rest, hiking up his shirt so he could see the damage. The skin around his navel had turned a blush pink, and it was beginning to groan much more noisily. He pushed his fingers into it this time, not even bothering to be gentle, and found that they couldn’t push very far. It moaned at his touch, the sound slightly muffled with how much he had stuffed it. He pushed the side of the bowl down to see how much was left, and only a few pieces remained of the nearly full bowl he had started with. 

He moaned, wrapping his hands around the noisy bulge he had brought onto himself. He certainly hadn’t ever stuffed himself to this point before, and the aching pains in his stomach would give him hell for even trying. The pain was worse now that he was paying attention to it (coddling it, more like), and even still he was fighting the urge to finish the bowl.

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Very short, very sweet. Pun intended~ Hopefully you don’t mind! Happy first of October <3

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Halloween

It may not surprise you that Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Who do you want to see represented in October? I’ll do what I can. 

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This feels like such a weird thing to post, but I dunno, I feel like it. Fun fact about me, in order to write hunger fics, I have to be hungry. Sometimes this means waiting a day to eat in order to write something good. Call it a self-sacrifice~ My stomach isn’t super shy until I try to record it, go figure, so this is a little quiet? I dunno. I hope you like it anyway, aha~

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Part 2? I think

@the-elusive-libbin continued my last fic but couldn’t post it as a reply, and I think it would be cruel not to show you. I think she captured the characters really well~ Enjoy.

The Brit watched hungrily as the younger male devoured the rations with haste. Water pooled at the corner of Arthur's mouth which he wiped away with his sleeve as soon as he was able to tear his gaze away from the food. He sighed as he regarded the American, his face looking somewhat more saited than before. That was all that mattered right? Britain thought. He had been kind, helped a poor boy in a dire situation, if only momentarily and not as much as the boy would have liked. "Better?" The brit stated rather than asked, the venomous jealousy accidentally showing through. Arthur looked to the side, immediately realising his own childish nature and gritted his teeth in response. "Totally...thanks dude. You may have actually saved my skin." "Don't mention it. You're uhh American are you not." "Sure am, 5th regiment. And you're one of those british dudes yeah?" Britain furrowed his brow. "I beg your pardon?" "A British dude? Ya know. Tea and scones and stuff." Arthur sighed and shook his head, hand upon his face. "What sort of Stereotypical fantasies have those captains been filling your head with?" The American shrugged in response, a dumb smile plastered upon his face.

Suddenly Arthur began to feel faint  his arms already weak from hunger and heavy to lift, his body shook and for a moment, the Brit assumed he may die. There was a welling, churning and heavy feeling that came on suddenly and stopped to rest within his abdomen. A moment of processing. Oh dear. It clicked. Britain's stomach twisted and pained him as it clenched up tightly. It was going to do what he had hoped to god it wouldn't There was no way to stop it. Arthur went for his middle, wrapping weakened arms around his muscle tight abdomen which did nothing to quell the onslaught that followed soon after. GGGGRRRooooOOOaaaaAAARRrrrggglllle Erupted his stomach The residual sound bounced off the surrounding area in an echo It was loud And there was no hiding it ...... A pause "Uh......uh Dude? Was that...?" The brit had his head down but bought it up to meet the younger man's gaze. Emerald green met ocean blue as the two made contact. Arthur's fave flushed a deep red as his lip quivered. He coughed into his hand in a feeble attempt to control the situation. "ahem So s-sorry, I-I missed lunch...wont happen again."

Go show her some love <3

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So imagine a world where Britain never met America. I’m talking a Hetalia of course ~ The two chance upon one another in a war torn place or something similar. The Brit has his rations and stumbled upon this young boy, not used to war who looks rather worse for wear. Arthur is puzzled to see the teenager stumble into his hiding spot but none the less allows his entry upon realising he is no enemy. I revel in the idea of the starved Brit giving his rations away to his younger~

This one is very exciting~ War prompts are some of my favorites because they’re naturally easy to write-And I just have a soft spot for them in general. This probably isn’t going to be super accurate to any particular war, so I apologize if that’s what you’re looking for. We’re just here to starve some characters~.

Exhaustion sapped away at every muscle in Arthur’s body. His lungs ached with adrenaline as his breathing turned into little more than panting despite the burning pain it brought to his chest. He couldn’t remember how long he had been out here, but the scene of a quick escape that just barely left him alive stuck in his head like ringing in his ears that just wouldn’t go away. He huffed, hugging his arm to his middle where he had stashed a bit of food. That was the only thing on his mind right now, keeping his food safe. Time wasn’t on his side out here and it never was. There was always something to get away from, someone to avoid, someplace to run to if you valued your freedom any. 

Arthur was starving. He had faced attack after attack and had little time to do much other than getting away and assisting with evacuations. So many counted on him that he had neglected his own flesh.

He bunkered down once he couldn't stand to look for people anymore, mostly by demand of the headache he was suffering from and the low growling of his stomach. He found an old building and tucked into it, relief flooding his system as soon as he sat up against one of the cold walls. Sleep crossed his mind. He hadn’t gotten much of that either, as not many places were safe and he could only get a few minutes in before he had to get up again. Never before had frigid, stone walls and dead silence felt so soothing to the Brit. 

He opened up his jacket and took his meal out from where it was against his chest. He was grateful to see it, even if he knew it hadn’t gone anywhere. It wasn’t much. It was all he had out here, and he had no idea when or where he would find something new to eat. He lay everything in front of him to see what he had, and was pleased to see that he had enough bread and meat to at least last for a day or two. 

His stomach clenched up at the sight of food. It had at least been three days since he had eaten something, or perhaps even longer. He lifted the bread to his face so he could savor the smell, though in any other situation he would have been repulsed by it. It was dry and old, something Arthur would have thrown away. Never again

No sooner than he had broken up a bit of the bread did he hear footsteps outside. Sluggish, irregular footsteps, but still footsteps all the same. His blood ran cold under his skin. He was sure he had checked, sure that he was alone and was safe. He held his breath and cupped his hand over his mouth, anything to keep himself quiet. Who could even be out here..? There wasn’t anything for miles, and the area had already been attacked. There was nothing to salvage from these ruins, and everyone had been evacuated prior. Immediately Arthur’s mind went to someone that was sticking around to find anyone who had stuck around, to get rid of stragglers. People like Arthur. 

But those footsteps. They were fatigued. It almost sounded like a limp. 

Arthur reached for his gun. He might have had a bullet left if he was lucky. The most he could use it for was intimidation, but he doubted anyone was walking around out here without a gun. His mind was racing with thoughts-Go out there and see who it was, stay and look for cover, get out of the building and look for another-each with their own problems, but he couldn’t stand to wait anymore. He inched toward a hole in the wall of his refuge and looked outside, emerald eyes scanning the ground for any sign of any movement at all, but there was nothing. There was hardly even a breeze out here. He leaned closer to the hole so he could look around more, but the sound of something falling behind him stole all of his attention.

Arthur felt as though he had been shot with how hard he jumped, and as quickly as he could he turned around and aimed his empty handgun at what had fallen. 

It was a boy. Rather, a teenager-Couldn’t be any older than seventeen or eighteen. He was blond and his hair was a mess, to say nothing of the rest of him. He was on his hands and knees and didn’t seem to notice that Arthur was even there. He looked tired, ready to collapse. There was no way this wasn’t his first war. He trusted his environment, at least until he looked up and saw Arthur’s gun pointed at him.

He was wearing glasses, and based on the smudges pushing dirt to the sides of the lenses, he had been trying and failing to keep them clean.

His eyes went wide and he fell back, holding his hands up. “I..I don’t have anything..!” He pleaded, the fear in his voice unknowingly finding the sympathy that was left in Arthur’s heart. The Brit couldn’t, and wouldn’t, lower his gun, and this kid seemed to know that. “I got left behind..! I don’t know where I am..Please.”

 “Show me your gun.” Arthur stated plainly, to which the teenager fumbled to get his gun out and slid it to the older man. 

“My name is Alfred.” He half-whined, especially nervous now that he wasn’t armed. 

Arthur pushed the gun further away from Alfred and slowly lowered his own. “You were left behind?”

“I don’t think they noticed.” Alfred let his hands slide back onto the ground beside him. “I’m trying to find them again, but..” He paused and winced as his stomach gave a noisy grumble, one that he couldn’t conceal even as he raised his palm to push at his middle. “..No luck so far.” 

Arthur was stunned, but understood why he might have been stranded. He was reckless, defenseless, and it was easy for soldiers to move on when they thought someone was beyond help. He would just ignore the growling he had heard, mostly because it was embarrassing to do anything else. “Were you injured?” 

“My leg.” Alfred grunted and pulled his pant leg up, revealing a wound. The blood had dried, but the wound hadn’t been dressed. It might have been infected. He must have collapsed, and by the look of how frightened he was, he might have been so shocked he fainted. Arthur put the pieces together and assumed everyone thought Alfred was dead and moved on. 

“Why didn’t you take care of it?” Arthur murmured, looking from the wound to the teenager’s hopeless eyes. Alfred didn’t respond, which told him all he needed to know.

Arthur grumbled with frustration and tore at his shirt, ripping a strip of the fabric off (it looked effortless for the most part, but with what little energy he had left it was rather draining) so he could at least dress it. He approached Alfred, who flinched and pulled away a bit, something the Brit found rather annoying.

“Would you rather it get infected?” He snapped, making it easier for Alfred to let him do what was necessary out of fear of making him mad. 

There was a bit of silence between the two, sans their rough breathing, but it was eventually broken again by another noisy whine from Alfred’s stomach. His cheeks went red and he turned his head away from Arthur, knowing the Brit had to have heard that one with how close he was to the organ.

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked, his face just as flushed. Alfred didn’t respond out of guilt, but Arthur didn’t take it this time, and simply asked the question again with more force. 

“Yes.” The younger man finally answered, though quietly.

Arthur tied off the cloth, earning a whimper from Alfred. “Do you have something to eat?” The Brit asked rather hopefully. He didn’t have quite enough for both of them.

“No.” Of course. This kid was a lost cause. 

The terrible, terrible hunger in Arthur’s belly begged him to keep the food for himself. To send Alfred on his way. It was the survival of the fittest out here, and he felt so hollow, so painfully empty. But Alfred was so young, he couldn’t possibly make it far by himself. 

Arthur furrowed his brow, knowing he couldn’t keep anything to himself now that he had been found. He forked over both the meat and the bread, not even getting the chance to tell him to be sparing with their food before Alfred started scarfing everything down. Arthur hated watching him eat their only food with such greed and couldn’t help but scowl at him, not that Alfred was paying any sort of attention. It must have been a while since he had eaten as well.

Arthur rested against the wall, letting go of his choppy breath. They were both damned now, but at least they had company. 

In reality, Arthur didn’t mind feeling needed. This boy would surely die on his own, but Arthur refused to believe he was more trouble than he was worth.

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This one was super long, oops. It also doesn’t focus as much on their hunger as much as it does their relationship. Maybe I’ll change it so their hunger takes center stage. Hopefully you like it anyway <3

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oops

Long time no see. Really, I got swept up in a tornado of things and completely forgot about everything I was doing. Obviously, since I wrote this, I can’t completely drop writing these things. I couldn’t get an idea from an old rp out of my head (you know who you are), so I whipped up a quick snippet of that idea to purge it from my system. I present a dream from a very hungry German trapped on a desert island with a very irritable Brit. 

Glad to be back for however long I’m here ;)

As soon as Ludwig fell asleep, his real happiness came. It often took a while of tossing and turning, but the minute he started sleeping all of his pain went away. His body no longer ached. His hunger didn’t bother him nearly as much. He often had the same dream, or a similar dream that followed the same plot. He didn’t think he was dreaming this time, however, as he felt slender hands slide onto his stomach. He tensed beneath them, that familiar hungry feeling rumbling up against the slightly calloused palms that rested on him. “W..what..?” Ludwig murmured, instinctively (though slowly) sitting up.

“Stay down.” That British voice hissed, pushing him down with the hands he had on his belly. 

The massage just felt nice. It soothed his clenched muscles and coaxed him into laying back down, at which point those skinny hands pushed deep into his stomach. Ludwig grunted, surprised, and felt a rush of embarrassment as the neglected organ growled rather noisily. He apologized, but Arthur never responded. Part of Ludwig was glad that he didn’t respond, even if it was a natural part of this natural (terrible) sensation, everything always felt much more embarrassing when it happened in front of Arthur. Apologizing was even more humiliating than the noises themselves, but the silence that would come instead was unimaginable. He wasn’t sure why Arthur was even here-This seemed like something Arthur wouldn’t do ever. Particularly now, after Ludwig had been irritable all day and had stuffed their only meal down Arthur’s throat. The only thing the German could think was that this was gratitude, that he was trying to help Ludwig feel better. That’s what he had to assume, as neither of them were saying anything.

“You don’t.. You don’t have to do this.” He tried, but again, no response. He sighed, letting his head fall back. “I don’t understand.”

“Why can’t you shut up?”

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Heyyyy! Since we both got into Bungou stray dogs (totally not my fault) I was wondering if you have any canons for the bois. How would they react to someone wanting to lay their head atop their empty bellies? I really like, Akutagawa, Kunikida, Dazai and Ranpo but any other bois are cool too :) I secretly have grown attached to Mori too~ Keep up the amazing work!

I’m starting to think this is becoming my signature prompt ;) I love these guys too, so I think they’ll be fun to write about~ In order, then! 

Akutagawa: God, wouldn’t you be lucky to get anywhere NEAR a situation like that~? I think ‘blushing’ would be an understatement. His whole face would heat up and he would tell you to shut up, trying to shut you down right there.. But granted you get closer to him, maybe he has a reason to be close to you, he would be another one that wouldn’t be thrilled about bringing you near his stomach. I imagine he gets snappy enough when he’s hungry (And he doesn’t really want anyone near him anyway, when he’s hungry? Doubt it. Wanting to take advantage of that hunger? The stars would have to align in your favor), and letting you lay on his stomach would be quite a trust exercise. He’d throw you off before it could growl, and if you call him out for it he’d just about die of embarrassment. But hear me out for a minute. If it was someone like Dazai wanting to lay on his belly, he might just have to bear through it. I don’t think he’s the type to say no to Dazai, even if what Dazai is asking for is incredibly embarrassing. He probably just wants attention from the detective, and this is just how he’s going to have to get it. That isn’t to say he wouldn’t blush whenever he feels his stomach murmur, and that also isn’t to say he’d try to tak Dazai out of it when he feels a hunger pang. If Dazai calls him out, I’ll let you imagine just how that would go down~~

Kunikida: A good one~ He probably wouldn’t react so explosively, but I don’t think he’d be terribly happy about it either. If you did get to lay your ear on his stomach and decided to tease him, he would probably end up threatening or hurting you for saying anything about it. Maybe if you were his ideal woman you’d get to do something so intimate, wouldn’t you~? He’d probably go quiet if you were to lay your head on him, finding talking embarrassing and silence just more favorable. You’d probably get him all flustered, he’s the uptight and neurotic type, and he would likely find any excuse possible to get out of it. Catch him on a slow day where not much is happening and he knows he has no way to get out of it, he would either be really stiff and uncomfortable or really squirmy or uncomfortable.

Dazai: I don’t think he would have any qualms, especially if he was trying to woo you.~ He would let you lay on him no problem, not even noticing how hungry he is even as his stomach moans against your ear. He might notice, maybe, but he wouldn’t pay it any mind. He certainly wouldn’t be fixed on it, unless he knew that you liked hearing him whine about it. He’d probably be too busy flirting with you or complimenting you, not even noticing that hungry belly completely ruining the mood. Or maybe not ruining the mood, who knows.~ If you were just a friend and you were having a quiet, heartfelt moment, he might still not notice.. Or he would notice and suggest that you both get something to eat.

Ranpo: Now, now. He would probably need a bit of convincing beforehand. I don’t think he’d be mad or unwilling, I just think he’d be confused. Making you explain what you want and seeing you heat up, maybe he’d be willing then.~ He’d probably talk himself up as you lay on him, he’s not the quiet and stoic type. He doesn’t seem the type to be happy about being hungry, though. He’d probably whine quite a bit, using his stomach’s complaints to his advantage. He’d let it groan and whine along with it, telling the person laying on him that he needs to eat~. “Aaaah, do you hear that? I’m hungry. You can’t keep starving me like this.” You might even get him to stuff himself when he does end up eating, because he isn’t usually hungry~

I would love to come back and do Mori, and with him I’d do Atsushi and maybe some other characters~ I want to do them justice. Anyway~ I hope you enjoy. 

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How would the nordics react if you try to lay down on their stomachs if they were hungry?(hetalia)

How silly of me to not write about them~. Let’s take care of that, why don’t we?

Sweden: He’s a funny one, isn’t he? Stoic and silent most of the time, but we know him to be strong and very shy. At least, he embarrasses easily on the outside but has sort of a playful interior~. So, what of him? I imagine that having such a hardened exterior might make asking that question somewhat awkward or uncomfortable. He might shut you up by pressing you up against his stomach just to get you to stop asking, but I can also imagine he’d blush and look away from you. His embarrassment is worse than yours~ He makes a lot of other characters nervous (Rightfully so, don’t you think?) so laying on his belly would probably be a stiff, tense situation. Maybe as you warm up to each other he’d slowly relax and clench up less, but initially he’d be hard to get close to.

 Norway: Another quiet one~ He’s very, very shy around strangers but isn’t nearly as shy when it comes to people that he knows. He’s sort of a complainer, which would separate him quite a bit from Sweden~ Granted he knows them, he might complain about his hunger to the person asking to lay on his belly, I imagine he would mention it before they ask, and would be caught off guard by their question. He would probably think that he was being teased for his complaining, but he would slowly come to agree out of pure curiosity. Once they’re on his belly he might come around to complaining again when it growls, whether or not you like it~. 

Denmark: A personal, deep-down favorite of mine. Stubborn and bossy and hard to get along with, with the occasional bit of trouble mixed into his character. He’s slowed down a bit, but there will always be that bit of him that will remain. His self-image is important to him, so that question might feel like someone is trying to sabotage him. He’d stare at them a bit, maybe he’d even be a bit annoying about it. Granted you did get to lay on his belly, he’d make sure no one was able to see him and that no one would catch wind of this. He’d be hesitant, but I think the payoff would be good ;). Why wouldn’t it be rewarding to listen to his belly after you’ve had to work so hard for it? You deserve it at that point.

 Finland: A cutie. He’s gentle and quiet (Have you noticed a trend?) and feels like what of an outsider in the Nordics. He’s very talkative with Sweden, so let’s assume the one asking is close to him like he’s close with Sweden? He would probably let you lay on his belly, but being a worrier he might tense up or squirm when he can feel his stomach begin to whine because he’s worried it’ll bother the one laying on him. If you can get him to talk and distract him from his stomach he might even be able to let his stomach growl freely, but until then every murmur or grumble will probably fluster him quite a bit.

 Iceland: Reserved and modest, likely the least willing to let someone do something so indecent to him. He would probably be unwilling to let someone lay on his stomach even when he wasn’t as hungry as he is here, but after some convincing you would probably have a very unhappy nation on your hands. He would be counting down the seconds, waiting for the person to move or lose interest, but maybe he’d be happy to have company-Even if they’re strange. He seems pretty starved of touch and might, very deep down, like the attention he’s getting. But I doubt he’d admit it to himself.

Hope this was what you were looking for~

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Another gorgeous piece of work from the queen herself ❤

Is there any way you could do a hunger head canon for Germany from Hetalia?

I am so glad you asked for hunger canons~ They’re my favourite type of canon so thank you so much :P Here’s a few for you:

-Germany has a very loud stomach when hungry which is unusual because his body is usually quite well trained and tends to behave itself for the rugged German. He has always found it rather embarrassing as it used to randomly go off in class when he was at the academy, later sounding off during world meetings in front of the other countries.

-In cases where he’s giving a speech and his belly starts asking for food he will pretend not to have heard it and brush it off, ignoring any and all questions on the matter or simply cough into a balled fist, place a hand to his stomach and apologize for the interruption; in the latter case, he will resume his speech as soon as possible.

-His belly doesn’t give off warning growls you see, It just announces that it is empty in one loud and fairly embarrassing roar. The German’s stomach is powerful and so he cannot feel it cramping up from hunger until after that first loud sounding growl. After this he will feel it cramping bit by bit though it does take a long time for hunger pains to cripple this unit.

-Secretly he finds high-pitched stomach grumbles a whole lot more embarrassing than the deep, rumbling groans.

-He is not likely to punch at his stomach to shut it up unless he’s positively starving and he’s had enough of the groaning.

-This is probably another reason for him eating regular meals, they keep his stomach sated and regular, balanced meals are good for the body.

-Should anyone else hear Ludwig’s stomach growling when the two are alone, things could become very embarrassing for the German indeed. Regardless whether the other person is Japan, Italy, Prussia or god forbid someone like Britain, if they are alone when Germany’s belly complains he will blush madly and apologize whilst looking away.

-If Ludwig were to be stranded on a desert island for some reason or in a situation where he cannot get food, he will try to ignore his stomach as best as he can. He will ration food should he have any readily available and only feed his hungry belly a bit at a time much to its growing dismay. At night he clutches his empty stomach and tries his best to sleep through the incessant groaning.

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Hey~ Do you have any headcanons for how the Hetalia guys would react to someone laying their head on top of their empty bellies while they grumble? (The characters are up to you completely :D )

 Oooo, a fun one. I’ll try to do as many boys as I’m capable of, I’d hate for anyone to feel left out.

Let’s start with the Axis.

Japan: Poor blushy, timid little thing he is. I’m sure he’d be squirmy and shifty enough just from someone touching him, and that would absolutely be amplified by hunger. He would feel so sensitive and would try to find an excuse to get them off before anything embarrassing happened, and granted the person laying their head on his belly enjoys his embarrassment, it would continue to get worse~. He would try to distract someone away from his stomach while it growls, and if he gets called out for it I imagine his face would become terribly red with embarrassment. Any growl loud enough that he simply can’t deny it, he would probably look away from them and try to cover up his face to ‘hide away’ from his own body. Poor dear~ He probably wouldn’t be the one to go hungry for a partner’s enjoyment, at least in public, as doing something so intimate that could make itself so obvious would be crippling.

Italy: Japan’s antithesis. He’s more confident, if you could even say that, and he’s definitely used to feeling hungry all the time-Because he IS hungry all the time. He would probably warn someone before they put their head on his belly (Ve, it’s very noisy~ Are you sure~?) but I don’t think he’s immune to embarrassment. I suppose it would depend on his mood! If he was trying to assure someone he’s not hungry, whatever the reason be-Maybe they just cooked for him and he doesn’t want them to think they did a bad job or that they didn’t make enough? Maybe he assured someone he wouldn’t need to eat before they went out or did something and he doesn’t want to admit just how wrong he was? Totally up to you.-he would be terribly embarrassed by his own belly calling him out. I think of him more as someone who would want to lay on someone’s belly and, upon hearing it moan or whine, insisting on cooking for them to fill them up. I doubt he would try to embarrass them (though he probably would unintentionally) and if he wanted to go hungry to make a partner happy, I doubt he would last too long. 

Germany: Ooo, can you just imagine? Getting to lay on his belly would be a challenge of its own, but doing so when he was hungry? I imagine he gets rather grumpy when he’s hungry, so touching him would probably get you yelled at depending on how acute the hunger is. He has a lot of pride to protect!  Granted you got past that first barrier, laying on his hungry belly would be quite the experience. His face would heat up when he feels it grumble under their ear, and if they were to say something he’d probably tell them to get off of him so he could go and feed himself or, if he was in a bad mood, he would yell at them for the same reason. He’s a big guy who needs a lot of energy, especially if he’s exerted himself a lot, and if he hasn’t had the chance to eat his stomach will be vocal about it, to his dismay. 

How about some Allies? 

Britain: Oh boy, speaking of high-strung. He’d be another one that would be hard to get through to. I think this could go two ways. If this is someone he’s more comfortable with (Can you believe it?) he might not be so terribly uncomfortable. He’d try to find something else to do, maybe tea, that could help, and do his best to ignore the person and how weird all of this feels. If he’s tense, he’d be rigid under the person’s ear, shifting when his gut clenched up (A warning, he knows it and doesn’t want to deal with it) and the second it growls he’d blush and maybe give a whimper or a grunt, angry at his belly and how terribly annoying the other person is for making him do this. Upon being teased he’d get angry, calling the other person an idiot for even trying to do this and storming away from them .He won’t be angry for too long, though, especially if the other person is the one cooking for him ;)

America: There’s an America for every Britain out there. He would probably laugh at the question, being asked if they could lay on his belly, and just shrug it off with a ‘sure’ or a ‘yeah, I guess’ upon realizing that they actually wanted to do this. He would get bored, sitting and waiting around so he would probably try to keep himself busy-Not because he hated what was going on but because sitting around while someone lays on his belly is boring, even if he is ravenously hungry-so much so that he might not even notice his stomach’s murmuring. But, like everyone else-He just might notice his stomach! He might get embarrassed and those glasses might fog up, a very unheroic move in his eyes, and the only cure for something like that is to be properly fed and spoiled~ 

Russia: Another soft, fun one. I doubt that him being used to someone or not used to someone would change how this goes-I think his stomach is the most sensitive part of him in a few ways. He covers it up and I get the sense that he’s embarrassed about his weight (No need, hon, we all love you) and I’m sure he’s embarrassed about his stomach’s complaining. He doesn’t fully understand it, maybe, and therefore hates it. He punches and murmurs insults at it when it continues to grumble despite the fact that he just ate (Not enough, surely) and hates the pain that comes from it when it complains. He would probably recognize that pain and get all flustered when someone wants to put their ear on his belly, as he knows what is going to happen if they do. He would try to change their mind, but if they insisted he would reluctantly let them-That blush never leaving his face as his stomach growls and gurgles inside of him. He would squirm, telling them he hadn’t had the chance to eat quite yet if asked about it, and would possibly start tearing up~ Sweet little thing. Well, not little, but I digress. 

Goodness, how about a few of our Spanish boys before we call it a day? 

Spain: His kindness would, again, be his downfall. He would ask them to repeat the request, giggling nervously at it, and warn them of his stomach. “I haven’t eaten, you’re going to hear it”, maybe, or “I don’t know, it’s been acting up.” He would be a mix of calm and tense, trying to get himself to relax even as his organs twist and turn under his skin. He would try to be welcoming to them and would get frustrated with his stomach for being so hostile, assuring them after it growls not to listen to it or that it’s just making noise for no reason. Should someone offer him something to eat, THEN he would be embarrassed, as his blush had been called and he would have to say yes. He’s hungry and needs to eat~ 

Romano: Can you guess what this one is going to look like? He’d be nearly impossible to get close to, and I doubt he would want to sit around while he’s hungry. He would let his stomach growl openly, telling the listener that he was hungry and that he needs to eat. Maybe, then, the listener would tell him that they would cook for him if he’d let them listen for a while. What is Romano to do then? He would tell them he didn’t need them, that he could cook for himself, but maybe he’s feeling lazy or is even hungry because he can’t afford to feed himself~ He would be forced to do it, but that wouldn’t mean he’d be happy about it. He’d get progressively grumpier and grumpier as his stomach begins to feel emptier and emptier, and he would think of the grumbling as a punishment for both of them. Upon the growls being heard, he would say something along the lines of “That’s what you get for not feeding me, idiot, what did you expect?”

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Well. Didn’t see who you wanted to see? Maybe I could do a second part, or deliberate more on certain characters. Who knows. I did enjoy doing this, though, and if I didn’t get certain characters just right, I could always go back and fix it. Everyone deserves to be portrayed accurately, right~? I really hope you liked it, though. 

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Renji Hungerfic

Renji struggled to straighten himself out once his hunger pains forced him to double over, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. Lunch was a distant memory, a distant, unimpressive memory that had done a very poor job at keeping him satisfied. Having something so small in his stomach really only made him feel hungrier, his stomach clenching tightly around his meal and begging him for more. ‘More’ hadn’t come in an extremely long time, and his gut was going to give him hell for it until he took proper care of it.

His body wasn’t built for this, that was clear. His body was built for swallowing a few people at once and lounging around as they digested, and eating a sandwich or roll of bread a day wasn’t exactly compensating. There was no way he could get more even if he wanted to, though, he had to remind himself of that so he wouldn’t pounce on just anyone. No one could possibly deserve dying in such a miserable way, and making people disappear wasn’t exactly laying low. Keeping himself hidden for so long worked well and as long as he dealt with the hunger, it shouldn’t be a problem. So why on earth was it becoming a problem?

His entire body ached, every muscle screaming for rest. Working all day required as much energy as he could get, and he knew that a sandwich wouldn’t do even if he had only one stomach. Dealing with bosses that were on his back took patience, and that was beginning to wear rather thin (as well as himself). A thought had crossed his mind once or twice, that using his boss to quiet the moans that they complained so often about would be a great justice. It would feel incredible as well, having something so large squeezing into his gut to be digested, but he would never forgive himself for doing something so reckless. He couldn’t even begin to forgive himself for thoughts like that.

Cigarettes usually helped, if not to get rid of terrible thoughts. It also eased the terrible feeling in his gut and soothed his entire body, giving him enough strength to keep working. He would love to have one at his second job where he felt he needed it most, but without a break he wasn’t exactly given the option to. That’s when his hunger hit the hardest-When the absence of dinner wrapped itself around his waist and squeezed tight, moans crying out from his belly in a plea for mercy. He could apologize to customers all he wanted, and he meant it, but his boss wasn’t so forgiving. It annoyed them to no end, hearing his stomach whine so much, and any scolding he got for not eating when he was at home was met with silence or a nod. He wouldn’t lash out or comment, he didn’t have the energy to and he didn’t feel like standing around for even longer and dealing with it any more than he had to.

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@the-elusive-libbin gave me permission to whip up a little fic for her OC! Very, very appreciated, I love this character

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Julian (Trailer Park Boys( Hungerfic

Julian checked the backyard one more time, trying to be more thorough this time just to make sure nothing new had come in. Still the dirt was bare, if not for a tiny stem or leaf. Nothing worth selling, that was for sure. No matter how good Ricky was at growing dope, he couldn’t magically make sprouts spring up after only a few days. As nice as that would be, that wasn’t going to happen. He let his fingers tighten around his glass, his drink helping him out more than ever. It was cheap, and it helped fill the gap from time to time.

His stomach clenched up, giving a hungry, angry gurgle. A perfect combination of little money and poor spending left them where he was, with empty pockets and an empty belly. He had tried to manage the money as best as he could without getting them both in trouble, but by this point they were going to have to start doing something drastic. It had been days since Julian had gotten anything into his belly, and even then it wasn’t anything remarkable. Trying to make sure Ricky was eating ‘well’ was his biggest concern, and by now he was starting to question how ‘worth it’ that even was from time to time. As easily as he wished it was to ban those thoughts, his stomach was quite convincing.

Before Julian could realize he had gotten lost in thought staring at the bare patches of dirt, Ricky came out and snapped him out of it. “Seein’ anything out here?”

Instinctively Julian looked behind him to see if Ricky had come alone, and once he saw that it was just the two of them, he relaxed a bit. “Nothing yet.”

Ricky flicked his cigarette, looking away from the burlier man so he could check out the plants as well. “We’re gonna have to start doing something soon. I’m sick of not having any food around and I’m sick of feeling hungry all the time. A man’s gotta eat, you know.” Already Julian felt his eyebrow twitch, begging for him to comment on how Ricky had been eating better than him. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He took a sip from his drink instead, trying to avoid that notion as much as he could.

“Things are just slow right now, Ricky, you know that. I’m trying just as hard as you to get us out of this mess.”

Ricky huffed. “We would have been fine if you hadn’t screwed up your robbery, y’know. I would have been eating like a king by now.”

Julian opened his mouth to say something but was almost immediately interrupted by a loud growl from his empty stomach. He felt his face heat up and he was too late to cover his stomach up to maybe stifle the noise. His fate was sealed.

Ricky pounced on the opportunity right away with a slight laugh. “You feeling hungry, Julian?” He teased, a grin stretching out on his face. “I didn’t know this was that big of a deal to you.”

“It’s not.” He touched his hand to his stomach, looking away from him.

“Frig off, Julian, let’s go get you something to eat.”

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Very short, I think it’s kind of sweet. I am considering doing some extensions, this show is priceless.