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Stomach & Heartbeat???
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Stomach & Heartbeat???
Let me know what you think!
Onlyfans-@Hazelsheartbeats
Hungry-to-stuffed will forever be one of my favorite tropes, especially when it comes to drawing c:
This is a re-draw of art from 2019, which I included under a “read more” for those who are curious! It’s old art so don’t expect anything extraordinary, haha
☆S//nufkin - Hunger Headcanons ☆
This ended up being a little longer than I thought, so I’m putting some of it under a “read more”. Also in case I end up adding anything else later. c:
☆ S//nufkin doesn’t consider himself very food-motivated. Though, this doesn’t at all stop him from appreciating food and a good meal when it’s offered to him.
☆ He’s used to going hungry, especially during winter when foraging and fishing aren’t quite as easy. Because of this, his appetite is actually rather small until he’s able to properly indulge in M//oominmama’s wonderful cooking again. Despite his love of traveling and being by himself, the mere thought of her homecooked meals always sends his stomach growling up a storm.
☆ Despite his easy-going, quiet nature, S//nufkin finds himself feeling hangry on a few occasions, especially if he’s having a difficult time acquiring his own food. He’s still incredibly patient and does his best to not let his empty stomach affect his mood when around loved ones.
☆ The hunger pangs he experiences are anything but comfortable, and are a reason why he prioritizes having a good, hearty supper before bed. Going to sleep on an empty belly only ends up making him restless and miserable.
☆ He isn’t one to get very flustered over a growling stomach (at least on most occasions). It’s just a natural function of being alive, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. However, he can’t help turning a little red when his hunger ends up drawing unwanted attention. In most cases, he’ll just excuse himself with a soft chuckle as an apology for causing a disruption.
☆ S//nufkin is a bit of a tummy-talker, but only when he’s alone. He’ll feel a little silly if anyone were to overhear him. Just little murmurs of “I know, I’m sorry.” or “Hush, let’s not cause a fuss now.” with a brief, reassuring rub to his aching stomach.
☆ He won’t admit that he’s hungry around others, as he doesn’t want to intrude on anyone’s meal unless they directly invite him. It’s usually his stomach that does most of the talking for him, much to his displeasure.
☆ Perhaps more of a scenario than a headcanon, but perhaps S//nufkin is one to prioritize the health of his loved ones over his own. If he was low on food, and his friends were hungry, he wouldn’t hesitate to give a little white lie to make sure they were fed. Even if it meant going to sleep on an empty tummy and hoping it doesn’t wake anyone up.
Homesick
Fandom/Media: The Moomins (1990)
Content Advisory: Hunger Kink, hunger due to not having easy access to food, stomach growling, hunger pangs, tummy talking
“Do you really have to leave now, Snufkin?” Moomin asked, hesitant to let go of the mumrik’s hands as they stood together on the bridge. As much as Snufkin didn’t want to let go of the moomintroll’s hands, autumn had come to a close. The first winter chill was crisp in the air and Snufkin had prepared to take his annual trip south, and there wasn’t much that could deter him.
No matter how big or how sad Moomin’s eyes got.
“I’m afraid so” Snufkin finally responded. The two boys looked up to the sky after they noticed snowflakes beginning to float down around them, and the mumrik could only smile and give his friend’s hands a squeeze before letting go.
“And I believe that’s my cue. I’ll be back on the first day of spring, Moomin, same as always” He assured, turning tail as Moomin nodded and sadly watched him begin down the path south.
“Right. I’ll be waiting right here for when you get back, Snufkin! Mama will have a big lunch ready for when you get back!” He insisted, as if enticing Snufkin to hurry back when spring finally arrived.
Fortunately, Snufkin never needed to be convinced to return to Moominvalley.
Instead, during his first few days of travel, Snufkin had to convince himself not to turn around and head back to the safety of Moominhouse.
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Over the years, Snufkin had grown increasingly more aware of the fact that his time spent in the gentle cradle of Moominvalley had spoiled him. To an extent, of course. He figured himself to be rather competent; he lived on his own, he fished and cooked for himself, but competency didn’t account for days when the fish just didn’t bite, or there simply wasn’t a single thing to forage.
So when he was struck with such misfortune, he knew that he could always fall back on Moominmama’s cooking. But, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t taken her up on her frequent meal offers simply because he, and his stomach, were a bit too impatient to wait around for a fish to bite. Moominmama’s cooking had become something he’d often found himself craving, and even when fishing was good he wouldn’t pass up a chance to help Moominmama in the kitchen. He was one of the only few in Moominvalley who actually knew how to cook, after all.
In times like these, that luxury was sorely missed.
Snufkin had been sent on his way with food, of course. Moominmama’s apple tarts had been tucked into his bag on the day he shoved off, and Snufkin had every intention to save them for a rainy day. But after a full day of travel and not much luck fishing during his first evening, he resigned to treating himself to one or two of those heavenly pastries to tide him over until he could catch a substantial meal.
At least, he would have, had someone not stolen them from his bag.
“Hey, get back here!” The thief was already a flash of red and green in the trees within the second of Snufkin realizing his camp had been ransacked, and although he tried to give chase, they seemed to have disappeared into thin air as soon as they left the clearing. There wasn’t even a set of footprints to follow in the fresh snow, they simply vanished. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, Snufkin hurried back to camp to assess the damages.
And to his horror, Moominmama’s apple tarts were gone.
“Oh, no” He breathed aloud, wincing as his stomach gave an expectant growl for the food that should have been there. He frantically dug through the rest of his belongings, which seemed to all be there, except for the food, of course. He plopped down in a snowbank, and as his belly pleaded with him once more, he just wrapped his arms around it and glared at the thief’s set of footprints in the snow; his tail flicking in agitation.
The sun was hardly piercing the thick veil of the trees anymore, which meant he’d be going to sleep on an empty tummy.
But, he could handle that. Surely there’d be fish to catch tomorrow.
But apparently, he’d been too hopeful.
Packing up his temporary camp and moving south, which was further down the little stream he’d been following, had not been fun. Sleeping on an empty stomach had been bad enough, but walking had just drained him. So by the time lunchtime rolled around, Snufkin was more than eager to settle down and cast his line in the water. This time with his belongings in his line of sight.
But nothing was biting.
Snufkin must have re-baited his hook about a dozen times and tried out different spots where the stream slowed down, where there was a rock the fish might be hiding around, anything to make his efforts worthwhile. He was tempted to just climb into the stream and grab a fish with his bare hands, but upon sticking his hand in the water to test how good of an idea that would be, it quickly became evident why the fish weren’t biting.
It had gotten too cold too fast.
Snufkin set his fishing pole down with a defeated sigh and cupped his hands to take a much-needed drink from the stream, which only sloshed uncomfortably into his empty stomach and made it gurgle furiously, demanding something more substantial.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized as he settled to lean against a tree, his hands resting against his grumbling, achy gut. “There isn’t going to be much food in the north now that the weather’s turned so suddenly, anything good would be two or three days south out of the snow…” He reasoned aloud with his stomach, which only coiled up in a tight cramp. He grunted and pressed a hand further into his belly, now a bit more yielding rather than pleasantly soft after a day and a half of being empty. He stayed curled in on himself for a few moments as his stomach continued to cramp painfully, only to release in a terribly hollow-sounding groan that Snufkin could feel rumbling through the fabric of his cloak.
“Well, there’s not much I can do about that…” He murmured, rubbing his tummy in slow, careful circles. He knew he should have eaten breakfast before he left. Maybe he should listen to Moomin more often; the other had suggested he’d wait until after dinner to leave instead of hitting the road at the crack of dawn.
Maybe then he wouldn’t be as hungry as he is now, and maybe then Moominmama’s apple tarts wouldn’t have gotten stolen.
And maybe he was still close enough to Moominvalley to head back for a proper meal.
He shook the thought from his head; he’d already said all his goodbyes, and he couldn’t bear the thought of having to leave Moomin behind a second time this winter. In his current state, he may very well give in and stay the winter with the moomintroll…
But he couldn’t. The only reasonable option was to press on south, so Snufkin grabbed his fishing pole and stood up to gather the rest of his things.
He had a long walk ahead of him.
quietly debating if it would be out of character for 1990’s S//nufkin to be embarrassed if someone overheard his stomach growling
Really in the mood for some (somewhat) soft headcanons, and this one’s been kickin around for a little:
Imagine a character who’s lost a little weight, whether it be because of godawful college eating habits, they’ve been stressed and unmotivated to eat, or just simply haven’t had access to a good meal for awhile.
Now imagine they meet up with a friend/loved one they haven’t seen in a bit and that person immediately hugs them, but upon doing so they notice right away how much smaller the hungry character feels in their arms. They’ve hugged this person so many times before, and they’re certain they shouldn’t be able to feel their spine.
The hugger lets go and immediately starts asking questions, “how have you been eating lately,” “when’s the last time you ate,” and as they do they continue to worriedly inspect their hungry loved one.
Much to their embarrassment, the hugger places a hand on the other’s tummy in the midst of their inspection, and as they do their stomach turns loose a terribly hungry growl. They finally admit they haven’t been eating as well as they would have liked, and the hugger wastes no time in beginning to put together a proper meal.
And obviously the hungry character is long overdue for some cuddles once they finish eating <3
I don’t have doubts that S//nufkin doesn’t eat the best when he’s traveling for winter, when neither foraging nor fishing end with good results. Then again, it’s not like he isn’t used to it. He’s been a traveler for a majority of his life, so his body is accustomed to handling a few missed meals. It doesn’t make M//oomin feel any better though, when he notices how light his dear friend has gotten and how his stomach growls unmannerly at the sheer mention of M//oominmama’s cooking.
I’m so soft for the idea that every year when S//nufkin returns for the spring, the m//oomin household doesn’t hesitate to greet him with full hospitality with the first warm, homemade meals he’s had since autumn. S//nufkin isn’t usually one to overeat often but when it comes to Mama’s cooking he cannot help it, eating until he’s positively stuffed to the gills and unable to keep his eyes open.
Oftentimes after such a big meal, he doesn’t stick inside for too long. Instead, he’ll usually be found curled up with M//oomin on a sunny patch of grass by the river, snoozing off their food comas and soaking in each other’s company after being separated for all those months.
Someone send help… I’m bursting out
Just a long hard day at the office stuffing my face
…and BOOM I’m all fat from sitting around and waiting around for the next meal, the next stuffing it’s out of control
3 MONTHS APART
My bunny costume has come back for a sexy try on video
So I’m at work right now sitting down on my computer. I have a full draw dedicated to snacks and treats then I realise and look down at how many rolls I am starting to gain and noticed that it’s getting really embarrassing being a fattie now but I enjoy it everyday
Make sure to watch it on my ONLYFANS page
Damn hungry lady!!
It’s time to fuck
Horngry Meg
Swallow those babies, Meg
Janet’s pretty hungry
You know she’s horngry when she’s grabbing her gut while it’s growling
Danielle Panabaker getting horngry on a take
Horngry Team Rocket
Too horngry to sleep
