#hunger story

[hollow-pocket]

[CW: this is a hunger kink story. contains painful hunger that is not sated]

[since this story is with my OCs, some context: Ora is a prophet who has left her power source for the first time. she is travelling with her friend Viv. prior to this, Ora never needed to eat]

First Hunger part 1

Ora skated her fingers over her shirt, pressing lightly on her belly. It felt odd, achy and hollow. She wondered if it was a herald of something, a prophecy she was feeling instead of seeing.

The cramping in her stomach twisted deeper, and she gasped in pain. Viv looked over, concerned. “Are you alright?”

Ora pressed her palm against her tummy, which was gnawing at her awfully. “It feels- like something’s wrong with my stomach,” she muttered, stroking her angry belly with both hands now.

She felt out the most painful area, a hollow pocket beneath her ribs, and pressed. Her stomach rolled, then released the awful cramp with a loud rumbling noise.

Another pain started building again, but Ora just stared at her belly. “What was that?”

Viv groaned. “I should’ve guessed. You’re not connected to the immortal chains anymore, that means you’re becoming more human. We’ve already seen you get tired more, it seems like you get hungry too.”

“Hungry,” Ora said softly, fluttering her hands around. Pressing into her belly had made it ache on the outside too, and she didn’t want to make it hurt more even for some relief for what she now knew must be hunger pangs.

“Here, let me,” Viv said, and her eyes were strangely dark, half lidded like she was enjoying herself.

Ora felt heat rise to her face, but lowered her arms and settled back in her seat. Viv untucked her shirt, allowing herself access to Ora’s bare abdomen.

“Where are the pains?” Viv asked, striking up Ora’s aching tummy.

“Here,” she said, guiding her friend’s hands to the horribly empty feeling part of her stomach.

Viv massaged the area, releasing another starved growl.

“Damn, you sound empty as hell,” she murmured, eyes still flush with something like excitement.

Despite the pain, Ora found she was enjoying herself.

“Well, technically I haven’t eaten in years,” she points out. “And my stomach isn’t pleased about it.”

Viv twisted her fingers, and Ora’s stomach let out another hollow groan. “It sure isn’t,” she said. “Here, I don’t have anything safe for you to eat but-“

She produced a corset. Ora laced it up gracefully, grateful for the pressure it put on her caving tummy.

“Cmon,” Viv said. “The sooner we get to the next town, the sooner we can fill that empty belly of yours.”

Ora nodded, ignoring the protest her weakened stomach gave at having to keep walking.

Humans dealt with hunger their whole lives. Surely she could manage it for a few hours.

[dxnyarya]

“sotr is mid because you already know how it ends” shut the fuck up, the point of the book is that despite knowing how it ends you would have never known what actually went down because that’s the point of propaganda, the whole book is about the power of propaganda

[valefiles]

‪a few chapters into sunrise on the reaping and the conclusion I’m coming to is that while katniss keeps *a lot* to herself, 16 year-old haymitch was a chronic oversharer. he dropped in ONE chapter more of the entire district’s lore than she did in 3 books

[runawaymarbles]

Reading Mockingjay as an adult is extra devastating because. Of course the plucky teenager and her ragtag friends aren't going to sneak into a government building to kill the president with a bow and arrow. That's absolutely ridiculous. It's the kind of thing that's only possible in the kind of propaganda that Coin developed. But she's so good at it that in some ways she tricks the reader into thinking that's the kind of story this is, too--even after 3 books reminding us that pretty much everything that Katniss does the second she volunteers is manipulated by adults pulling strings to make propaganda in some form or another.

[tooth-with-eyes]

[capric0rnie]

i know people say that gale was katniss’s best friend while peeta was her lover, but i think there is definitely a point at which peeta becomes her best friend over gale, probably in catching fire

[bikinibottomdayz]

KIT CONNOR and RACHEL ZEGLER as ROMEO MONTAGUE and JULIET CAPULET | Romeo + Juliet on Broadway

[1-jar-of-stars]

yall are mad about all the people in twelve knowing each other when twelve is canonically the smallest district and all of them WOULD be the same age if they were alive. lol. lmao even

[hungrytummyprompts]

How about tired with a side of extra whump?

As soon as the door closed behind him, Kurt collapsed straight into his bed. He didn't even bother removing his shoes, or his hero gear. Hell, the hero gear was best left on as much as possible. He'd live in it if he could, it was the one thing he had that protected his skin from his own powers. Anyway, his main goal for now was to just sleep until he felt at least a little rested, which would be...six years perhaps? Yeah, that was in line with how exhausted he felt now. He'd even elected to stay in a room in the team base instead of making his way home home, even though that would certainly leave him more at risk of Katharine's nagging about getting injuries seen to or whatever else. Honestly, she was worse than his ex sometimes.

It probably would have been easier to sleep if he had let her treat his wounds. Then he would just have to deal with the nausea that came with the excess acid in his system (thanks, acid powers) and the way that excess acid made it difficult to eat properly.

Speaking of which, he was starving. As usual. His belly gave its usual complaints, a low, longing groan that bid him to get out of bed and go back to the common room. He pushed himself up on his arms, yawned and decided 'fuck it'. A second later, he was face down in the pillow again.

Sleep didn't come easily, much to his chagrin. Despite his exhaustion, the aches and pains across his body digging into his psyche every time he tried to relax bothering him more than he'd care to admit. Hunger was digging at his belly like a frantic animal, and now he was no longer in the midst of battle his stomach decided it was cool to complain. He shifted position for a while, trying to get comfortable if it was the last thing he did, and ended up on his back, one leg bent up, one arm slung over his eyes, the other draped languidly over his poor neglected stomach. In this position he could really feel it sinking in from lack of food, each miserable grumble like a knife to his already sore body.

He didn't neglect it on purpose, of course. If he could control it, he'd be eating well every day, enough even to become good and fat. He imagined how it would feel to be completely stuffed with good food and thought it would be the ultimate fantasy.

The problem was his acid powers. His body naturally overproduced saliva, enough that he was either forced to swallow it down or spit it out with frankly ridiculous frequency. There was always a pause in conversation when it was his turn while he cleared his mouth of the latest stupid puddle. It meant he always had a huge amount to spit at enemies, but outside of a fight situation it was nothing but a pain.

Additionally, the saliva his body produced was a highly corrosive acid. More potent than anything else he'd encountered in his life so far. His body didn't seem properly equipped to handle it either. Any time it touched his skin, it burned. He had scars around his mouth, his lips mostly scar tissue, his hands and arms carrying the proof of old burns. The inside of his body had some protection. It still burned his mouth and throat, but not enough to cause obvious major damage. Sometimes he would gag as the acid slid down his throat, his body bringing it back up as it begged him to get rid of it, and jesus fuck did that hurt, and having more acid in his stomach than he was supposed to was just awful. It hurt, especially when his stomach was empty, it made him feel sick, it bloated him and gave him ulcers, it just sucked more than anything.

Overall, this made simply eating and drinking normally highly unpleasant. Anything in his mouth caused it to water, which of course meant more acid spit, it would quickly become some nasty mush before he could even chew it, his body would try to reject it when he swallowed, his stomach wouldn't even absorb whatever made it in properly and there was a fair chance he would throw up later.

Okay, maybe some of the neglect was willful avoidance of a very unpleasant process but mostly it was just hard to get anything good into his stomach. A stomach that was currently throwing an absolute tantrum in his exhausted body. He dug his fingers in against the miserable organ, just wishing it would stop. He was tired and just wanted to sleep without his tummy screaming at him. It was too much, he couldn't do it anymore.

At some point in the mess of misery, he must have fallen into a light sleep because he was startled awake by his door opening. He knew who it was without looking. The whole room stank of death and rot, which didn't help the nausea at all. He couldn't judge Katherine for it though, it was a shitty side effect of her powers too.

"Get out."

She instead placed something on the desk. He caught the scent of broth and groaned as his stomach clenched and howled. Katherine huffed.

"I could hear your stomach from all the way down the hall. Eat, you idiot."

He raised a hand and waved her away,  waited until he heard her leave and shut the door and sat up to look at what she had brought.

Soup.

Simple soup. Some kind of vegetable soup by the smell. His belly begged him to get up, take those few steps to the desk and eat the whole thing. When had he last eaten? It looked so good and he was so hungry, and he could tell what Katherine had meant. His tummy was growling non stop and so fucking loud, even before she'd brought the soup in. He contemplated dragging himself out of bed to eat.

Then lay back down with both hands pressed to his belly. He would eat later, he promised himself. For now, he was just too damn tired.

[hayden-christensen]

People aren't so bad. It's what the world does to them. Like what they do in the arena. I think there is a natural goodness born into us all. No, really. You can either cross that line into evil, or not. And it's our life's work to stay on the right side of that line.

THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS & SNAKES (2023) dir. Francis Lawrence

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

Reaper is everything.

The respect he had for the other tributes. The grave he made for the fallen tributes. He was completely exposed and could have been killed by anyone, but recognizing those kids and respecting them the way they deserve was more important to him. The way he tore down the symbol of the government that was supposed to protect them, and used it to cover the bodies of the kids it failed so badly. His calm demeanor. The love he had for his sick and fragile district partner. The love he had for Wovey. The way he protected those gentle souls the best he could. He didn't even try to fight. He knew he wasn't going to kill any of these kids. He's the original revolution. He wasn't going to play the capitol's games. He didn't let them turn him into something he's not. He is everything good.

[insignificant457]

The scene was powerful in the book, but there was just something about watching reaper collect the bodies of the dead tributes in the arena. The way he removes the weapons from their hands, lays them out nicely, giving them the smallest bit of dignity in death. The contrast to the capitol gasping in shock as he pulls down the flag, not in rebellion, but in mourning. The way mourning in the hunger games IS an act of rebellion. “How are you going to punish me now?” The feed then immediately cutting to the news of the death of one capitol boy, whose death will be avenged upon those who had nothing to do with it. Only certain deaths are allowed to mean anything. God. Suzanne Collins knows what she’s doing.

[itsajollyjester]

Thinking about an AU where Lenore Dove DID manage to survive up to seeing Katniss and Peeta and what that would mean and driving myself a little crazy in the process

[a-library-ghost]

“As if on cue, the snake hisses in a woman’s jewel-studded face and Lou Lou growls, ‘You’ll murder us. You’ll murder us.’”

[theachinghunger-if]

The Aching Hunger

Demo [9.4k Words | Last Updated 5/7/25]

You are a good, upstanding citizen. You’re a devoted best friend, get good grades in college, and life is looking up. You would go as far as to call yourself a good person. That is, until you aren’t anymore. 

When your best friend gets cheated on by her asshole boyfriend, you’re furious on her behalf. And when you see him at a party, something in you… snaps. In a fit of fury, you murder him. 

And this unleashes a bloodlust in you that no one would have ever expected, least of all yourself. Soon, a terrible, aching hunger forms in the pit of your stomach and travels up to gnaw at your heart. You want to kill – need to kill. The question is: can you get away with it, or are you destined to fall? 

The game has four romance options who go as follows:

Delilah (F) Delilah is the kindest, sweetest person you know. She would never even hurt a fly. But despite that, she helps you cover up the murder of her (ex) boyfriend with little more than a scolding look. There’s a burning in her eyes when you reveal your bloodlust before her. Could it be possible that she’s drawn to it?

Delilah is of average height with a lean, slender build. She has black skin, coiled black hair she keeps in locks, and dark brown eyes. She has a round, heart-shaped face and deep dimples.

Sebastian (M) Sebastian has always been a bright, easy-going guy. He’s always been a pleasant person to hang out with, despite his poor choice of best friend. But ever since his best friend’s death – well, ever since you happened to murder him – his joy has been muted. If he ever found out that you murdered his best friend, he would never forgive you.

(WARNING: Sebastian's route is unique in that it is meant to be dark, purposely deceptive, and potentially even downright abusive on behalf of the MC. )

Sebastian is tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build. He has sun-kissed skin and curly brown hair that reaches his shoulders. His eyes are a light shade of brown. He has a scar on his calf that winds all the way up his thigh.

Alexander/Alexandra (M/F)

A is the detective who’s been put on your case. They’re charming, with a silver tongue and a mind as sharp as a finely-honed blade. They’ll stop at nothing to discover who the serial killer haunting the streets of their city is. Too bad that that person happens to be you.

A is tall with a wiry frame. They have pale skin and light blue eyes. Their hair is a pale, platinum blond. Their features are angular and sharp, making them look almost shrewish. A scar slashes across their left cheek.

Hugo/Helga (M/F) H is your classmate who you’ve been assigned on a group project with. They’re a twitchy, nervous thing, often acting as if they’re afraid of the entire world at large. As your killing spree commences, however, they develop a fascination with your serial killing persona. Maybe they’re not as much of a delicate little lamb as you thought they were. 

H has a short, wiry frame. They have pale skin and light blue eyes, along with fiery red hair. Their features are angular and sharp, making them look almost shrewish. They have a smattering of freckles across their body.

Choose your MC's gender

Customize your MC's appearance and personality

Choose between four different romance options

Get away with murder or don't

Feed that hunger inside of you, or try to reject it

All updates will be posted on this blog. I'm totally cool with asks about the MC, ROs, and so on. I’m a-okay with nsfw asks too. Thank you for checking out the blog!

[itbemoonchild]

Thinking about how there’s a good chance that the tributes who were selected for the 75th games were probably chosen before hand. Anyone who had been a disturbance during or after their games would now be able to be gotten rid of in an “orderly” way. Like what can you do, those are the odds.

Like Beetee has tried to disrupt the capital multiple times, and this is Snows chance to actually be rid of him. His value to panem is no longer enough to save him, and his “lessons” were not enough. Then they drag Wiress in along too. She’s helped him before, and no doubt he has a soft spot for her, feeling responsible for her torture and what she’s become.

Or Finnick even. Becoming too popular after his games, too powerful in information that could be used against Snow. Annie picked because she’s Finnicks actual love, or with the possibility that they tried to destroy the arena again during her games.

And anyone who would volunteer to be in the games again is most likely a nuisance as well, so they are free to go.