#Driven Snow

[radiantmists]

i love that the bingqiu ship dynamic is just

except by the time they get together they've already involved *literally everyone else in both realms* in their drama

[housecow]

I remember snow when I was 3 years old we had almost 3 feet in 1998 lol go on ;)

first time i saw snow was in 2011 at mount rainier national park 🥺 and the next time was when it snowed in TX back in 2021 loll!!

you’re so lucky though, i literally can’t even imagine 3 ft of snow??

[xthecaptainssaviorx]

This world, it's dark, and this world, it's scary. I've taken some hits, so no wonder I'm wary. It's why I Need you— You're pure as the driven snow.

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

[t1oui]

listening to the hanging tree on repeat and thinking about beetee recovering the footage of the 10th hunger games and showing it to katniss

[chamomile-tea-time]

it's super depressing when you remember that in the book, lucy gray performs "pure as the driven snow" after sejanus is hung.

when snow hears it (and listens to the whole thing, unlike the movie), he's brought to tears. because by this point he's entrenched in the delusion that he made a huge sacrifice for the good of everyone around him. he's tearing up over how she trusts him, and how much she knows who he really is at heart.... but he's about to lie to her face.

any hope of his ways changing is utterly gone after sejanus' death. that truly was snow's final straw.

[spideystyls]

So Lucy Gray could have been the Taylor Swift of Panem, but thanks to crazy Snowflake the world didn’t get the opportunity to appreciate her art.

In conclusion, Coriolanus didn’t want the world to listen to Pure as the Driven Snow (10 minutes version)

[sadsongsandstories]

Okay but can we talk about Katniss and snow having brilliantly opposing symbolisms?!?

Throughout the series, Katniss and her rebellion are not so subtly symbolised by fire. The begins as the girl on fire, riding into the capitol on a literal chariot of flames and proceeds to have many fire themed struggles. The second book is called catching fire, in the third she says "if we burn you burn with us"

I don't have to prove this to you, Kantiss is fire

And equally I don't have to prove that snow is snow. Cos crazily enough, Snow is snow. It's pure, it's blinding, it's cold and calm and can appear wonderful, but is truly ruthless and cruel.

And what do we know about snow and fire?

Well, fire melts snow, but in doing so, fire is destroyed. The act of melting the snow puts out and weakens the fire, slowly shrivelling it until nothing is left.

That is, of course, unless it is fed and kindled and protected.

The act of toppling snows empire nearly destroys Katniss, many times over, but it is through Peeta's kindness that she is reborn. Rebuilt. Reignighted.

And the best part about these opposing symbolic representations, is that snow has every capacity to destroy fire. If snow can smother fire, suppress and suffocate its flickering form, there is nothing fire can do but wilt. The snow will barely even feel it.

The only hope fire has, is to grow to such a blaze and so fast, that there is no hope of snow to hold it back.

And so she does

And it is glorious

[lustytears]

—-

“oh! that’s not….” yes, it fucking is.

warnings: snow’s kind of a soft dom/switch, he moans a lot too, unprotected sex (wrap b4 the tap), masturbation, male receiving, fingering, implication on dick description, lots of swearing, bedroom setting, based off of a tiktok comment

•

If this wasn’t enough, surely Coriolanus Snow could satisfy your urges, right?

Perhaps, only up to your imagination?

Your head laid on the soft, white bed. The sheets neatly made, the luminescence of the light dimmed the room, but everything was in clear vision. Clear enough, that anyone could walk in and see that your hand were grasping your thighs, whilst the other one’s fingers were dipping in and out of your hole.

So you imagined, in his bed.

You slid down your sweatpants and underwear in one go, and kicked them off the bed. Your entire half of your body was exposed to the air. You weren’t expecting Snow to come back for a while, and neither were you expecting your dear friend to do anything in this case. You were childhood friends, close to his cousin Tigris Snow, and his grandma’am welcomed you into the family. Coming from a well-known and prestigious background, his grandmother had no problem with you and her grandson, which was fairly unexpected of her. Tigris thought you were a “kind, young girl,” who always stayed close to Snow and watched out for him when he needed it the most.

Why were you fucking yourself on his bed now?

Your hand traveled down your body, first touching your clothed breast, trailing down your shirt, and lifting it up to expose your bare chest. It crinkled, staying up at your collarbone. Going down, you reached your stomach, and then your pelvis, and then your pussy. Glazed with slight arousal, you felt how wet you were as you used your index finger to swipe your lips vertically. Taking your arm forward to your face, you viewed your arousal.

You put it in your mouth, tasting your own body. You moaned at the taste, before you decided fuck it and started rubbing at your clit. First, the sensation caused your legs to instinctively widen, which only increased your chances at getting a better feel. You put in two fingers, imagining that Coryo was entering his slender fingers into your cunt.

“O-oh, f-fuck,” you moaned loud enough for anybody who lingered close to the door to hear. You quickly covered your hand over your mouth and nose to suppress any sort of further sounds that would come from your mouth.

You sped up at the spongy part of your walls, rubbing it until you clenched tightly around your fingers. Your back arched, hips rocking as you begged for release.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, fuck!” You exclaimed, scurrying to pull the sheets over your naked self.

“Get the fuck out!” You yelled at him, knowing that he just witnessed you fuck yourself mercilessly on his own bed.

“You’re on my bed…” He began to walk into the room. His eyes refused to leave your body. He watched the way you smoothed out the wrinkles in his cover, the way you pulled down your shirt, trying to cover yourself up as if nothing happened, but the both of you knew why you were masturbating.

He sat at the edge of the bed. You hyperventilated, shocked and mouth slightly agape. One leg of his dangled off the bed. He wanted to say something, but he could not quite think of something yet. That was until you tried to reach for your sweatpants on the floor.

“That’s not necessary now, Y/N,” he said. “I’m afraid all is too late for that.” He moved closer to you, practically crawling.

“What were you doing?” The question lingered in the air. He smiled, teasing you. His hand came closer to the cover. He swiftly pulled it from your hands. You froze in place, crossing your legs.

You watched him move his hands to your thighs, his ice-cold palm caressed. “I was… enjoying myself. You know, I can really get dressed. I’m sorry, Coryo,” you tried getting up, before he pushed you back down with his arm. His knee was in between your leg, the accidental movement to your aroused clitoris made you yelp.

“No, I want to know something. Who were you thinking of?”

“Let me go,” you asked once.

His knee pushed further. “Was it Sejanus?”

You asked twice, this time you were more agitated,“Let me go.”

“It was me, right? Knew you were staring far too often at the center of m-“

“What the fuck?! Fuck, it was you, okay? Are you fucking happy? What more do you want to know? How many times I’ve fucked myself to your voice? How many times I’ve imagined what you’d look like undressed? What?” You gasped, breathing heavily. You were very much turned on, but slightly overpowering with anger.

He just smirked. His smile turning into a grin, and then a sinister, cheeky smile. He was face to face with you. He looked at his knee between your crotch, watching how you were subconsciously grinding yourself onto him.

And goddamn, it made him more and more turned on.

“Can I help you?”

“With what?”

“Pleasing you,” he pressed his palm to your pussy. The slick gathered around his palm as he moved it in a circular motion. You moaned, grasping his arm as he pressed further into your clit. He pulled back, resulting you to pout. Instead, he used his fingers to start thrusting inside of your hole. He widened his fingers, parting them in a ‘V’ shape. The sensation only made you tightly hold onto the bedsheets.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Coryo…” You answered him, rubbing your clit against the edge of his palm. You audibly moaned when he took his fingers and pushed them against your g-spot.

“I’m gonna cum,” you told him. “Please, let me cum… pleasepleaseplease- fuck!” He took his fingers out of your hole. Behold, the sight of your hole pulsating was the only thing that kept his eyes glued to you. He took off his white t-shirt, sliding down his pants. He discarded his clothes, leaving him only in a pair of black boxers that clearly hid his boner underneath. You imagined that he was big, but as he pulled down his boxers, you clearly underestimated him. “Wow…”

The tip was a dark, blush pink, veins ran down his slightly tan shaft. His dick was sprung to his stomach. The corners of his mouth parted as he watched pre-cum leak from the tip of his cock, onto his stomach. “Suck it,” he said, demandingly.

You crawled over to him, hands on his thighs to position yourself between him. “That’s not gonna fit all down my throat, Coryo,” you grabbed his cock and held it in your hand, slightly jerking it up and down. You licked the tip of his cock, the mix of saliva and pre-cum decorated the top of his shaft. He moaned, moving his hands to the sides of your face. He guided your head down his shaft, making him part his mouth into an ‘o’ when your tongue slithered down his shaft, touching the sensitive veins of his cock. He would have never imagined he’d be fucking his best friend, and neither could you, but here you were. You were giving your best friend a blowjob.

“Fuck, I don’t wanna cum yet, Y/N.” The sounds of gurgling and choking were the only things that could come from your throat. His dick was deep down your throat. He bucked his hips up into your throat, pulling on your hair as he cried out in pleasure. You pulled yourself off his cock, mouth covered with spit and your eyes were red from the tears. A teardrop fell down onto his leg, which only led you to smile.

You wiped your mouth, “Do you want to fuck me?” He nodded, fairly quickly. He sat up against the headboard, the pillows provided comfort and held him up. You crawled onto him, gently spreading your legs over his thighs. You grabbed ahold of his cock; twitching in your hand as it begged to feel your cunt pulsate around him. You positioned it between your hole, and you sat down, allowing his cock to be covered in your arousal.

“O-oh, fuck…” His hands grabbed both sides of your hips. He guided you, allowing you to go up and down on his cock. He moaned like the touch of you enlightened him—and it did. He thrusted up into you, contact of your cervix and his tip made you hold onto his shoulders. Your nails dig into him, which made him groan. “So… tight,” he whimpered.

“You’re so… fucking big,” you said. Which was more of a compliment rather than criticism. You screamed his name every time he thrusted up harder into you. Your nails dug crescent-shaped marks into his shoulder blades. His head was tucked in between your neck. He suppressed his moans against the skin of your neck, his breath panted against your sweaty skin. He noticed you still had your shirt on, so he pulled it right off. He reached his hands over to touch your breasts, tweaking and pinching your nipples. The overload of sensation caused you to clench around his cock, making him thrust into you.

You felt like crying. Not because he was hurting you, but because you couldn’t process how he was stretching you out, minute by minute. It made you crazy each second—and his moans weren’t helping you either. It just made you feel more good knowing that you were making him feel the same way. Then, he flipped you over onto your back. With his dick still inside of you, a leg over his shoulder, he began thrusting in you at an unimaginable, fast, and sloppy pace. Your pussy pulsated around him, his cock slipping in and out of you.

He whined when his cock noticed that you were clenching around him, cumming around him. His shaft was painted a clear-ish white.

“God, I wanna fucking cum inside of you so, so bad…” He begged, repeating the word “cum” periodically. His nails dug into the leg that was hanging over his shoulder. You softly whimpered at the sensation. Your eyes were filled with tears. The sight of your face, messed up hair, hands clenching the sheets made him pull you closer into him, leaning over to kiss you as he thrusted again and again to fuck you.

You noticed his pace was getting sloppy, and slower, which meant that he was saving stamina to push his energy all forward to cum inside of you. He moaned out, going slightly more faster into you as you were going into another orgasm. You saw stars when he went harder at your cervix.

He went faster, pounding into you much more quicker. The both of your moans let out as the two of you came together. White fluids painted your walls white, covering your cervix with his cum. He stayed there, hovering over you before finally collapsing over you entirely. He practically used all of his energy for the day into your pussy like it was his own.

And for sure, he belonged to you.

You slightly laughed, making him pull back from you. “Was I not good or something?” He looked at you with concern. “What?”

“You were fucking amazing,” you grabbed his cock and pulled it out of you, causing you to groan. Your hole was leaking cum—more specifically, his cum. You sat up, and he followed along, sitting next to you on the bed. His arm was slung around you, pulling you into a slight hug. “What are you doing?”

He pulled you in to kiss you, before he pulled the covers over you to conceal your bodies. “What do you think?”

•

And so, the two of you fell asleep, his arm resting on you, and your body was right next to his. Now, you’d have a very hard time explaining to his cousin as to why there was so much commotion in his bedroom.

author’s note:

SOOO IDK ABOUT THIS??? I REALLY THOUGHG I KIND OF STAYED OFF-TOPIC BC I WANTED HIM TO BE A BOTTOM BUT ITS HARD TO IMAGINE SNOW BEING A BOTTOM LIKE BRO??? IF I DIDNT WRITE HIM AS A WHIMPERING MESS HE’D DEFINITELY BE FUCKING YOU AT THE SPEED OF LIGHTTTTT

so anyways, imma skedaddle. thanks, emi. this one is for u girl/boy/it/person, idk.

please let me know if you have any suggestions, comments, or advice. additionally, if there’s any warnings i missed, i would love to know.

[spirit0flondonatnight]

You soak right in- Down to my heart

[gothiccharmschool]

Hey now, hey now now, on this day in 1987, The Sisters of Mercy released "Floodland."

[manderleyfire]

They created a strange tableau: rabid boy, trapped girl, bombed-out building. It suggested a tale that could only end in tragedy. Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate. A revenge story turned in on itself. A war saga that took no prisoners.

[tbosasgunsandroses]

sketch6

[thefourthnorn]

The cinematic poetry of Lucy Gray singing about Snow being pure and white when Coriolanus's hands are as bloody as they've ever been and they're about to get much bloodier.

This movie is so good

The themes of undeserved trust.

[bogbutteronmycroissant]

She ate that

[venomousgirl17]

Hats off to the folks who wrote Lucy Gray Baird’s songs for the movie cause all of them are absolute bangers

[littlecorners]

pure as the driven snow is such a cunty song cause imo lucygray did not in fact need, love or trust snow and the whole song is a way for her to kinda assure the readers that she will be completely fine on her own.