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Amnesty / Feed | Original Fiction: Melancholic, And Hungry
Title: Melancholic, And Hungry
Prompt: 240. Feed
Word count: 788
Rating: M
Summary: sometimes Mack hated her biological needs.
Warnings: implied past abuse, implied sexual content
Mack was almost surprised that it took nearly two weeks for Hunter to come at her like a hurricane of worry. She knew Jace had been updating Hunter in Mack’s current… moping situation. Which was probably just him telling her “yes, she’s alive. Yes, she’s burning through my stash of alcohol and salty snacks. No, she’s not suicidal, she’s upset. No, I can’t tell you why.”
Her phone had died less than a week into this hideout, she found her old phone in one of the boxes. It needed to live permanently plugged in the charger, but it was only for the songs still saved in it. Stupid 2000’s breakup songs, glass after glass of alcohol that barely left her numb. Mack barely knew why she was this upset.
On the rocks with the less-than-ideal relationship she had with herself.
So right, part of her expected Hunter to come bursting through the door over a week ago. But then, Hunter gave her space when asked to. Respected boundaries like that was the easiest thing to do. And she looked way too hot doing it. She was invading Mack’s little nest of self-loathing still wearing the office-days uniform and Mack decided to ignore the rising temperature under the collar.
“Hello, Mackie. You look awful.”
“I thought you thought I’m hot.”
“Not when you look like you haven’t eaten in days. You’re paler than my ass.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know,” Hunter didn’t walk straight to her or get any closer than across the room. “When was the last time you’ve fed?”
Mack lifted the empty bowl of popcorn: “I’ve just finished this.”
“First, that doesn’t fill anyone your size,-”
“You calling me fat?”
“Second, I’m not talking about food.”
Oh.
Mack blinked. Right. Hunter was unfairly attractive, but not even her looked this hot in beige pants and white button-up that did nothing to flatter her. Mack squirmed, that hunger hadn’t been an issue until Hunter came here looking like a whole meal and reminding Mack she needed more than fold to be fed.
Thanks, captain Clarke, bitch.
“Are you… blushing?” She sounded a little surprised and too amused. Mack understood, after all, Mack sometimes blushed when Hunter did things like kiss her cheek in public.
“I-” Mack huffed in defeat. “I only feed off… of you. For a while now.”
“Since- wait, since when are we exclusive?”
“We’re not.”
“Oh. Good.”
“You’re just… you’re just very tasty? And, uh, we’ve been doing this friends with benefits thing for months. It’s frequent enough that I accidentally, uh, stopped looking anywhere else.”
“Oh.”
“We’re not- it’s fine if you’ve been fucking other people.” Mack would go to other people if she needed, but then, last time she needed more energy than Hunter could give, Jace pumped her full of potions.
“Ok. Ok. That’s not the point. You’ve been feeding off of me. It has been almost three weeks, Mackie.”
“I’m doing nothing but drinking, eating snacks and listening to shitty music. I don’t need much.”
“You forget how much I know about half sex demons physiology works.”
“It’s fine.”
“I can get some potions with Jace. I’m not trying to pressure you to do anything.”
“I know- I-. I know.”
Hunter tilted her head: “You’re turned on.”
“Well, you look hot.”
Hunter looked down: “No, I don’t.”
“To me. You look hot to me.”
“I didn’t know you could blush this hard.”
“Ok,” Mack sighed. She drained the rest of her drink, placed the bowl aside. A moment passed before she parted her knees to give Hunter room. “Come here, if you want to.”
“Oh. I- Mackie?”
“If you want to.”
“I do. You usually ask me to, like, sit on your lap.”
“I know,” she wondered how she hadn’t passed out when half of her blood was on her face and the other between her thighs. “Sometimes… it happens.”
“Ok…” Hunter took a step forward. “Are you sober?”
“Alcohol makes me numb. I’m not in an altered state.”
“You just… you said you don’t…”
“I usually don’t like being on the receiving end, I know. I don’t. It’s…” she’d start blushing then if she wasn’t already a concerning shade of red. “We don’t need to have sex, you can just stay around. If you want to.”
“No, no,” Hunter walked towards her and placed herself between Mack’s knees. She cradled Mack’s face. “I just want to make sure you’re clear-headed.”
“I am. I trust you.”
“You can withdraw consent at any time.”
“I know how sex with you works.”
“Sex with anyone.”
“I- I know.”
“Ok. Ok, you already feel it?”
“You taste delicious.”
“I bet you taste even more delicious.”
Prompt: 240. Feed
Word count: 788
Rating: M
Summary: sometimes Mack hated her biological needs.
Warnings: implied past abuse, implied sexual content
Mack was almost surprised that it took nearly two weeks for Hunter to come at her like a hurricane of worry. She knew Jace had been updating Hunter in Mack’s current… moping situation. Which was probably just him telling her “yes, she’s alive. Yes, she’s burning through my stash of alcohol and salty snacks. No, she’s not suicidal, she’s upset. No, I can’t tell you why.”
Her phone had died less than a week into this hideout, she found her old phone in one of the boxes. It needed to live permanently plugged in the charger, but it was only for the songs still saved in it. Stupid 2000’s breakup songs, glass after glass of alcohol that barely left her numb. Mack barely knew why she was this upset.
On the rocks with the less-than-ideal relationship she had with herself.
So right, part of her expected Hunter to come bursting through the door over a week ago. But then, Hunter gave her space when asked to. Respected boundaries like that was the easiest thing to do. And she looked way too hot doing it. She was invading Mack’s little nest of self-loathing still wearing the office-days uniform and Mack decided to ignore the rising temperature under the collar.
“Hello, Mackie. You look awful.”
“I thought you thought I’m hot.”
“Not when you look like you haven’t eaten in days. You’re paler than my ass.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know,” Hunter didn’t walk straight to her or get any closer than across the room. “When was the last time you’ve fed?”
Mack lifted the empty bowl of popcorn: “I’ve just finished this.”
“First, that doesn’t fill anyone your size,-”
“You calling me fat?”
“Second, I’m not talking about food.”
Oh.
Mack blinked. Right. Hunter was unfairly attractive, but not even her looked this hot in beige pants and white button-up that did nothing to flatter her. Mack squirmed, that hunger hadn’t been an issue until Hunter came here looking like a whole meal and reminding Mack she needed more than fold to be fed.
Thanks, captain Clarke, bitch.
“Are you… blushing?” She sounded a little surprised and too amused. Mack understood, after all, Mack sometimes blushed when Hunter did things like kiss her cheek in public.
“I-” Mack huffed in defeat. “I only feed off… of you. For a while now.”
“Since- wait, since when are we exclusive?”
“We’re not.”
“Oh. Good.”
“You’re just… you’re just very tasty? And, uh, we’ve been doing this friends with benefits thing for months. It’s frequent enough that I accidentally, uh, stopped looking anywhere else.”
“Oh.”
“We’re not- it’s fine if you’ve been fucking other people.” Mack would go to other people if she needed, but then, last time she needed more energy than Hunter could give, Jace pumped her full of potions.
“Ok. Ok. That’s not the point. You’ve been feeding off of me. It has been almost three weeks, Mackie.”
“I’m doing nothing but drinking, eating snacks and listening to shitty music. I don’t need much.”
“You forget how much I know about half sex demons physiology works.”
“It’s fine.”
“I can get some potions with Jace. I’m not trying to pressure you to do anything.”
“I know- I-. I know.”
Hunter tilted her head: “You’re turned on.”
“Well, you look hot.”
Hunter looked down: “No, I don’t.”
“To me. You look hot to me.”
“I didn’t know you could blush this hard.”
“Ok,” Mack sighed. She drained the rest of her drink, placed the bowl aside. A moment passed before she parted her knees to give Hunter room. “Come here, if you want to.”
“Oh. I- Mackie?”
“If you want to.”
“I do. You usually ask me to, like, sit on your lap.”
“I know,” she wondered how she hadn’t passed out when half of her blood was on her face and the other between her thighs. “Sometimes… it happens.”
“Ok…” Hunter took a step forward. “Are you sober?”
“Alcohol makes me numb. I’m not in an altered state.”
“You just… you said you don’t…”
“I usually don’t like being on the receiving end, I know. I don’t. It’s…” she’d start blushing then if she wasn’t already a concerning shade of red. “We don’t need to have sex, you can just stay around. If you want to.”
“No, no,” Hunter walked towards her and placed herself between Mack’s knees. She cradled Mack’s face. “I just want to make sure you’re clear-headed.”
“I am. I trust you.”
“You can withdraw consent at any time.”
“I know how sex with you works.”
“Sex with anyone.”
“I- I know.”
“Ok. Ok, you already feel it?”
“You taste delicious.”
“I bet you taste even more delicious.”