#Sub Lucy gray Baird

[daddycassie]

same anon who request the intersex reader one!! You can totally make the reader mtf :3

Spring Breeding 🌷🌱🪻

Pairing: Sub!Breeding kink!Lucy Gray Baird x Dom!Trans(mtf)!Reader 

Warning(s): Smut, breeding kinks, THERE IS A PENIS, very slight transgender sadness 😔, p in v sex, mentions of drinking/drunkness, bam! Strangers with benefits, yeah reader and LG just met

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You’d hardly known Lucy Gray Baird for more than an hour when you found yourself under the sheets with the charmer. See — you went to the Hob with your friends for a little break from everything, work, stress, sobriety, everything. They told you about a good band that liked to play there some days, and were playing tonight. The music was nothing short of a delight, but that voice, that voice did it for you.

When you made eye contact with the pretty singer she smiled, dark, beautiful eyes shining. It was like a little hello just for you. She twirled, and was soon dancing around the little stage. You’d gotten there late unfortunately, so you only got about six songs from them before the show was over, however, you refused to leave it at that.

You asked around your friends and some drunken peacekeepers and discovered that they were the covey band, and the singer was Lucy Gray Baird, they also told you where to find them. You were worried that Lucy Gray wouldn’t want to see or talk to you, she probably smiled at crowd members all the time, but to your surprise her eyes lit up when she saw you. You two clicked fast, and made friendly conversation and you unconsciously followed her as she walked through the seam. The whole atmosphere shrouded with the dark of nighttime.

Almost like a siren, she lead you to her bed, of course, by the time you reached her home and she invited you in you knew what was happening. You were not opposed in the slightest, though a little worried about how she may react to your body. 

Lucy Gray’s eyes glazed over as you lined up with her pretty cunt. “Is this okay?” You whisper against the skin of her neck, making her shiver. “M—mhm..” she whimpers out.  You slowly press into her, it’s difficult, and she’s painfully tight. Tears well up in her eyes but she squeezes them shut, whimpering under you.

“Shh…” You hush her softly and she covers her own mouth to prevent the noise. “M’sorry..” she whispers, letting out a squeak when you press deeper. You groan out a curse, and push in the rest of the way. Lucy Gray’s eyes widen and her back arches up nearly instantly. Hearing her muffled whimpers, you thrust slowly, trying to be at least a little bit gentle.

“Is that good? Do you like that?” You hiss in her ear, she tightens her grip on your back. “Fuck me harder.” She pleads, and you certainly aren’t one for denial. You press in and out, in and out, over and over in a way that has both of you panting and moaning in passionate pleasure. “Mmmph…” she moans, muffled against your shoulder. 

You spread her legs wider and fuck her harder, feeling yourself getting closer. You’d have to pull out soon, surely that would be for the best. You feel sweat on the back on your neck and pant out raggedly, “Good girl, almost there.” Lucy Gray whines at your praise, and her legs suddenly wrap around your waist pinning you against her warm cunt. You grit your teeth, unable to hold on much longer. 

“Lucy Gray,” you speak to her, “Lucy Gray I have to pull out—“ you try to say in a panic. Lucy Gray locks her ankles together and tightens her grip. “Breed me.” She moans the words breathily. Those words make you grind into her, and your vision go white, you vaguely register the sensation of warm wetness. Lucy Gray’s back was arched when you came back to, still slowly rocking against her. You force yourself to stop and pull away from her, untangling her legs from around you.

“Did you cum?” You ask her in a hush voice, and she nods, still panting. “Good, that’s good.” You respond, collapsing on the bed beside her. She leans her face into your arm with a little sigh. “That was nice, I liked it. Even if we made a mess.” You can hear the smirk in Lucy Gray’s voice. “I feel like you planned that.” She shrugs with a smile. “Maybe, it’s a mystery sweetheart, just like me.”

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Note: Hihiii! Sorry this too so long sweetheart I’ve had some work! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy it even if it’s a little short <3

@losingmymindrn @torturedcoveydepartment @noooooooop-e

[mrandmrssnowbaird]

synopsis - Coriolanus convinces himself it doesn't count if he doesn't use his hands

masturbation, orgasm denial, self denial, hands-free orgasm, nipple play (if you squint), lots of begging (even though he's alone yup mhm), shame lots and lots of shame

When he first starts touching himself, Coriolanus convinces himself it doesn't count if he doesn't actually touch himself. This took many forms over the years.

The first few times, he finds actually putting his hands down his pants or pulling them down and wrapping his hand around his erection made him feel bad. Guilty. Oh, he does it, there's no doubt - he can't just stop.

He tries to stop. Only to find himself in situations like the time where he literally almost comes in his pants watching a classmate chew on the end of her pen, shifting in his seat and unable to stop, relieved he's in the back row as his erection gets rubbed in between his thigh and uniform pants. Thank fucking christ for all the layers.

That day in class gives him an idea and when he gets home later, he drops his bag on the floor, locks his bedroom door, and doesn't take a stitch of clothing off.

The way his hard, weeping length had been getting stimulated by his clothes had been fucking incredible, and despite being in a room full of people, the shame had been minimal.

Coriolanus will take whatever he can get at this point.

He blows out a shaking breath as he settles and almost immediately he feels his dick harden fully. His breath starts to quicken almost immediately after that. How long has in been? Months since he's given in?

Too long. Far, far too long if he's practically coming all over himself in class. What would he have done if he had?

He can feel the weight of his uniform on his body, the extra fabric at his waist, and it feels like being lightly touched all over as Coriolanus shifts around a little, trying to recreate the sensation he'd felt in class. Or build upon it.

He feels his face heat up as he shifts his hips. Fuck - if felt so incredibly good.

He whines in relief, breath quickening further. If this felt good enough to make him cum then he could feel this kind of pleasure much more often - maybe not all the time, but enough that Coriolanus doesn't come in fucking class.

The stimulation isn't quite enough and so he shifts to the side and down to acheive the goal of tightening his boxers and pants arount his crotch and yes,yes,yes-!

That was it, right there. It feels a little awkward otherwise but Coriolanus can't bring himself to care right now. Biting his lip, he shakily reaches into his boxers, adjusting his hard cock so it was resting against his stomach instead of his thigh. This is even better and Coriolanus is soon gripping his threadbare blankets in his fingers as he humps up just a little - that's all it takes - in order to stimulate his erection that has been neglected for too long.

"Oh... fuck..." Coriolanus breathes, mouth falling open as his hips jerked up, clumsy, body in no way used to this motion. He whimpers, wanting so badly to press the palm of his hand against the front of his crimson uniform pants, it would be so fucking easy to cum like that, and so quick.

He tries slowing it down and that actually feels better - Coriolanus lets out a low whine with nearly every slow, sensuous thrust of his hips. As his chest begins to heave, he feels the fabric of his shirt brush against his nipples and this causes him to cry out in surprise.

He's past caring if anyone can hear him.

"Damnit - please -" He whines to himself as he draws closer, hips slowly rocking back and forth. His boxers are now wet and a little slick with his precum, which makes Coriolanus whimper to himself, then let out frustrated sobs.

Frustrated for several reasons - one because it feels so fucking good the way his cock is sliding more easily but it also brings him back to the filthy reality of what he's doing - squirming around on his own bed like a desperate little slut -

"Oh god," Coriolanus chokes, hips jerking faster the second he thought the word slut - then he couldn't stop thinking it - slutslutslutyou'resuchawhineydesperatelittleslut

"Please, please -" His hips are moving in fast little jerks, underside of his erection grinding against the inside of his pants, which now has a wet spot at the front. He is so close, so close but it didn't seem to be quite enough pressure, or something, and Coriolanus was starting to panic.

"C'mon, p-please! I can't-" Coriolanus can't give in and touch himself now. He's already gotten this far! But fuck, he's gotten this far, and he needs to cum or else he thinks he might actually go a little crazy.

The tears come before he does, and he can't take it anymore. Whimpering and whining, Coriolanus turns onto his side and bunches his blankets in his hands, then he presses the mess of fabric against him, grinding into it, knee coming up to wrap one leg around it a bit as his dick erupts, cum coating the inside of his boxers.

He sobs, turning his face into his arm. Coriolanus can't stay completely quiet - it's been far too long.

The orgasm seems to mount as he humps into the fabric more, thinking he's riding out his orgasm, his hot release aiding in how fast and how much his cock was sliding in his boxers, and it feels a little different than when he was dry, not better or worse, but different.

He feels just as lewd as if he was using his hand. Just as disgusting and weak and pathetic - animals fucking did this!

But another orgasm is coming. Coriolanus wants it to stop - it was supposed to be done by now! He sucks in a breath, only to release it again in sobs, tears soaking his crumpled jacket.

"Please - god - just one more, please, I won't again, I won't do this again I swear," He mutters to himself.

He wants it harder, wants to fuck something harder, wrap his hand around his dick, touch himself all day because what does it matter now, he's a filthy slut anyway -

Coriolanus cums again with a grunt, hips stuttering, slowing for a moment, then moving even faster, as what feels like a third orgasm of some kind hits him to ride it all out.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckyesyespleasec'monfuck,"

Another grunt and he knows he's spent. His entire body goes limp as he sobs into his arm. How humiliating. Cum was everywhere through out his pants and - christ he had been so eager to get off that he hadn't even taken his shoes off for fucks sake.

He's pathetic, and Coriolanus feels sick with himself. His father would be ashamed - either because of his lack of self control or whatever made him such a pussy that he couldn't just jerk off. Get it over with.

He cries for awhile, feeling sorry for himself, and disgusted.

He tries to comfort himself. He never did really touch himself, not technically, and it isn't entirely his fault. That girl with the pen had to know what she looked like and he knows masturbation is fuckin normal.

Sniffling, Coriolanus pushes himself up to start the process of cleaning up, wondering just how long he's going to be able to last this time before he gives in again...

[mrslucygraysnow]

me and the devil, walking side by side

and i'm gunna see my man

until i get satisfied 🌹

[mrandmrssnowbaird]

LGS sub coryo core 🌹💜

GET HIM BACK! 2023, dir. Jack Begert

[mrandmrssnowbaird]

synopsis - Coriolanus comes home to his loving wife after a long, hard day.

an extremely whiney needy Coryo, teasing, little bit of taunting, denial, nipple play, fingering, mentions of a sex toy i'm not even sure exists or is possible but it's fanfiction so who gives a fuck(yes i'mma write an actual scene using this toy don't you fuckin worry bbs), dacryphilia, hands free orgasms.

and most importantly, mommyk!nk. i know i said i'd never do it but i lied.

Coriolanus got home late and his wife was already asleep. Disappointed, he took a cold shower. If anything, that only made things worse.

Thinking about not having her, not having Lucy Gray's attention and affection, just made him more needy and desperate.

She was sleeping peacefully when he crawled into bed next to her. She was facing away from him, and just seeing the outline of her perfect form made his breath come fast. He was so hard it hurt, but...

He wasn't allowed to do anything about that. Not without permission.

Oh, but he ached so much, and that kind of felt good too - he couldn't stop thinking of Lucy Gray and all the things she could and had done to him.

Coriolanus liked being this needy. Sometimes it was actually quite comforting, going to sleep aching and desperate and thinking of nothing but her.

"Lucy Gray..." He began, sliding close to her but not daring to find any kind of relief by pressing his clothed erection against her.

She stirred, jumping just a bit before she realized it was just Coriolanus who had woken her.

Lucy Gray rolled over to face him.

"Oh, hi darlin'... You're home." She began, and it only took her moments to see why he had woken her, his breathing coming fast.

"Aww..." She laughed softly, "You need me, sweetheart?"

Coriolanus nodded vehemently. Just the way his dick was straining against his boxers and twitching had him close to an orgasm, now that she was awake and looking at him. Her mere attention washed over him like she'd just reached down to grab his erection, he had to hold back a moan as she continued to verbally tease him.

His breath was coming faster. Coriolanus needed her touch so badly.

"Mm... I like seeing you like this, my love. Have you been like this all day? You're so close already, aren't you?" She asked him, reaching up to touch his cheek.

The blonde closed his eyes as her hand on his cheek sent sensations throughout his entire body. He both hated and loved being this way for her. It was humiliating and thrilling.

"P-please-" He begged her, desperately wanting her to touch him before he came, to give him permission to cum.

"I don't know...." Lucy Gray said uncertainly and Coriolanus's breath caught in a near sob. "Sweetheart, you're so close already, I don't know if it'd even be worth it for me. You woke me up. Make it worth it for me,"

Her hand crept under his t-shirt, slowly sliding up. Gasping as he realized what she was doing, he shook his head. "No, don't, please!"

If she touched his nipples, he was going to lose it. But it was too late.

He moaned and squirmed pathetically as she began brushing her finger across his nipple.

"Oh, don't be dramatic, honey," She murmured. "And hold still."

He instantly went as still as he could, still shaking, cock twitching and leaking precum in his boxers.

This all was exactly what he had wanted.

Other than his fast, heavy breathing, he was still as she continued to torture him, leaning in to whisper in his ear now.

"Look at you, darlin'... big bad Head Gamemaker shakin' like a leaf in the wind," Lucy Gray hummed. She pushed him onto his back and he whined, then panted for breath several times. He loved being pushed around by her. She straddled his hips, and Coriolanus sighed, blinking up at her with wide, desperate eyes.

Her body wasn't making contact with his, purposefully ignoring his aching erection. He didn't dare seek out her touch without permission.

Still, she wasn't wearing panties and Lucy Gray found his right hand and brought it underneath her nightgown to feel her wetness. He whimpered, squirming desperately as he slid two fingers inside her.

"Lucy Gray, please, baby, please..." He half-whined, half-sobbed. "I need it, I need you!"

But she didn't respond to his pleas except to groan softly as she rocked her hips a little. He began moving his fingers in and out, curling them a bit and touching her the way Lucy Gray had taught him to without any further instruction.

"That's it, sweetheart, just like that," Lucy Gray praised, and he simply whined in response, "Good boy, keep goin',"

Coriolanus works to please her, eyes frantically moving from her face to the way her hips were moving. Like she was fucking him but she wasn't and this was quite upsetting. She did this often.

Lucy Gray had even had a special toy made - a hallowed out strap on that encased his erection, so he could please her properly without receiving any real pleasure himself. Coriolanus had actually been furious with her for it for days after she had him use it the first time. It was incredibly uncomfortable to wear nevermind the actual purpose. Moody for a full week, he finally knocked the attitude off when she put him over her lap and beat his ass til he cried it out. Then she made love to him.

He hated a lot of their toys really, but they were always worth it in the end.

At least right now he gets to feel her with his fingers. Coriolanus will take what he can get.

His ragged breathing matched hers. The way her insides clenched around his fingers made his dick twitch against the material of his boxers, just a little bit of friction and pressure caused by the cotton.

"Oh f- oh no no no," He whined, feeling himself start to fall over the edge.

"Coriolanus, no!" Lucy Gray snapped, and he sucked in a breath, holding it and closing his eyes. Without permission, he removed his fingers, the feel of her too much to keep going but that was better than cumming without permission.

He was so well trained now that it was deeply upsetting to get off without Lucy Gray's say so, a hit to his self esteem and sense of self worth. She was so disappointed in him when he did and if it was one thing he couldn't handle, it was the disappointment of the women who's approval he sought.

"That's not what a good boy does," Lucy Gray said, shaking her head. "You wanna try again or do we gotta get the strap-on?"

"No! No no please let me try again! I'm- I am a good boy, I promise," His cheeks turned flaming red. God, if anyone could hear him.

"I said make it worth it, and I'll let you cum - do as you're told, baby." She said firmly, but kindly. He nodded desperately, eyes filled with tears at the possibility of losing not an orgasm but her approval.

Shaking, he brought his hand back up, tentatively sliding up her thigh and back under her flimsy nightgown. He panted still, trying to ignore his own body screaming at him for release. It felt like he was a little bit on fire all over in the best way.

Lucy Gray moaned again as his fingers returned, curling against her g-spot and massaging almost as he moved in and out. His eyes were filled with tears that began to fall moments later and at the sound of his sniffle she leaned down, hands on either side of his head.

"'s okay baby, let it out," She panted as she began to move her hips in time with his fingers, grinding her clit against his hand. "Fuck, you're so gorgeous..." She leaned down further, and carefully licked his tears from his cheek, one slow little swipe that made him sob and squirm.

He was so fucking close it's not fair.

"Faster, Coryo! So close, honey, keep goin'..." She gasped after tasting the salt of his tears on her tongue. "Come on - you know what I want,"

Oh yes he did.

God yes thank you, he thought.

"P-please!" He cried frantically as he moved his hand faster, harder, his own pleasure skyrocketing just at her request, "Mommy please can I come with you please mommy I'll be good I swear please please!"

It was rare that she asked him to call her this - or rather, allowed him. It had slipped out one time when she was punishing him with a spanking, he couldn't even remember what for anymore - sometimes she just liked to punish him. His brain had turned to complete mush as he sobbed 'mommy please stop please let me cum' and Lucy Gray had never let it go. Like anything else in Coriolanus's life that she wanted to, she took control of that too.

How she knew when he needed it the most, he'd never understand.

"Yes, yes, Coryo, cum with be, baby!" Lucy Gray cried, grinding down hard against his hand.

His cock erupted instantly.

"Oh, thank you thank you mommy thank you," He sobbed, unable to hold still now as his body shook and twitched involuntarily, still seeking some kind of touch to his spurting arousal. And then finally, he felt her hand touch him, rubbing just slightly but it was enough.

Coriolanus was left shaking and sobbing. Their hands stayed where they were, touching each other while Lucy Gray pressed a little closer to him. Held him. Comforted him.

He sniffled again.

"Was... was I a good boy, mommy?" Coriolanus asked.

"Yes, yes you were, darlin'," Lucy Gray assured him and he felt a sense of calm wash over him that he'd been seeking all day.

"You were the best boy."

[phefics]

hunger games girls with reader who’s a soft dom please 🫶

johanna mason prefers to be dominant in bed, but she could really use the release that submission can bring. she struggles with trust, with letting go, so if she lets you dominate her, you know that she truly loves you. she would be bratty at first, but after some gentle discipline, she turns to putty in your hands.

katniss everdeen is also hard to tame, but she is more receptive to the idea of shutting her brain off and letting you dominate her. she can be occasionally bratty, but overall she finds a lot of solace in being taken care of by a gentle dom. she has been a provider, unable to truly ever relax and put herself first, and so being taken care of by you really puts her at so much ease.

lucy gray baird has a very dominant personality, but in the bedroom, she doesn’t mind being the submissive one. she loves your gentle, tender touches and sweet, teasing words. she’ll smirk and talk back, but still fall easily under your spell. she prefers gentle, loving sex, and letting you dominate her is an ultimate show of her trust in you.

tigris snow is similar to katniss, where she really just needs to let go and relax, so i think that submission in the bedroom would be very therapeutic for her. she loves being praised and carefully man-handled, and she melts under your words and touch so easily. she is the one thg girl i can see being almost entirely a sub, but she still prefers a gentle dominant.

[daddycassie]

A day by the lake with miss Lucy Gray 🌼

Pairing ~ Lucy Gray Baird x Fem!Reader - 2,021 words

Warnings: Fluff to Smut, a lot of foreplay, back clawing(very briefly), bondage, praise, woah this is kinky, Lucy gray being a sub

It was early evening when your lover dragged you down to her favorite spot by the lake. She was a sweetheart in all her glory, you watch her twirl, her lavender sundress fanning out around her as you spin her playfully. Lucy Gray nearly topples over with delighted laughter, she honestly might have had she not gripped onto your shoulders for balance. When she gazes to you with lovesick, brown eyes you simply have to kiss her.

She smiles happily against your lips before setting out her favorite(only) picnic blanket. “It’s warm enough to go swimming.” You tell her thoughtfully. Lucy Gray nods, “Did you want to?” She asks. You nod back, easily undressing down to your undergarments. You were oblivious to the way she stared.

You didn’t exactly have swimsuits, so bra and underwear would have to do. When you speed off and cannonball into the water Lucy Gray watches your every step. Briefly, she folds up your clothes and proceeds to undress herself too. She walks over and drapes her legs into the water, sparkling eyes searching the deep blue for you.

You grab your lover by the legs from under the dock and she shrieks, loud and high pitched. Your laughter follows and she tries her best to glare at you. “Y/n, what the hell?!” Lucy Gray crosses her arms, bringing another smile to your face. You pull her into the water, to her great displeasure and she holds onto you tightly. “You’re too cute hon.” You say with a kiss to her nose.

Lucy Gray can’t help the smile it brings to her face. “You’re so mean to me, you know?” She says softly. “Yeah well at least I can swim.” Your girlfriend’s face flushes at the tease. “I can swim, I just… prefer to be near you, because I love you so, SO much.” She solidifies the statement with an eager kiss.

You don’t know how much you believe her words, but you kiss back anyway, caressing the exposed small of her back. Lucy Gray is smooth and warm, and you’re afraid you might start getting a little handsy when cold water hits you in the face. The way Lucy Gray giggles mischievously tells you it was her doing. “Got it up my nose you lil shit.” You huff.

“Mhmmm,” she hums, “but you wouldn’t still be kissin’ me if you were mad.” You hated that she just knew everything — or at least acted like she did. You deepen the kiss suddenly and her eyes fly open in shock. She looks at you and you stare back. She’s quick to relent, letting her eyes flutter shut as her arms wrap around your neck.

One of your hands goes to Lucy Gray’s long hair, gently tugging and kneading there. Your other hand squeezes her hip, caressing it with your thumb. You feel the way your songbird’s heart thuds in her chest. The way her breath hitches. The way her hips press against you and you simply can’t resist—

She pulls away, taking a deep breath and you’re brought back to your senses. “Mmh, careful there.” Lucy Gray chuckles nervously. “I’m always careful.” You whisper, and kiss her jaw. Her eyes snap shut again and her legs hook around you. “Sure you are…” she mumbles back. Your hand moves down from her hair, to the small of her back again.

You want to turn her around and kiss a pattern down it till she quivers beneath you. You revel in the way Lucy Gray whines into the evening air. In this lighting she looks like a goddess, to you she is. She looks down at you while you lean in and kiss her vulnerable neck.

Lucy Gray bites her lip. Especially when you start biting. Tears prick at the corners of her cute doe eyes. “Y/n, baby, m-maybe we should get out of the water?” She offers faintly. “Mm. Right, blanket?” Lucy Gray nods in quick agreement to your words.

It’s not very difficult to carry her over to the little picnic blanket, even less so to lay her down. As soon as you’re leaning over her she presses her hips up against you with a quiet whimper. It’s warm, you note, she must be pretty desperate. You pull her hair again so her head leans back and her neck is bared.

As soon as she’s vulnerable again, you continue to make quick work of kissing and biting her neck. Lucy Gray’s continued little noises are quite the reward, and you decide it may be time to be a little cruel. Revenge for the splashing, after all. You drop your hips down on hers, effectively pinning them down against the blanket. She groans loudly in response, her breath is warm and steamy. Your lover’s muscles tense in failed attempts to buck her hips and you can’t help smirking. “What’s wrong Lucy Gray?” You coo to her. “Please… don’t be cruel.” Lucy Gray breathes her words. You love the way her nails dig into your shoulders needily.

She cries out particularly loudly when you start sucking on her neck, leaving marks that will surely be hard to cover up later. You decide to tease her a little. “Those ones won’t be easy to cover up, maybe I should move… lower.” Lucy Gray moans at your words. “Please, yes.” She nods frantically.

You lift your hips off of hers, only to press your knee between her legs after, causing her to tremble. “Baby, baby please.” She sounds pitifully desperate. You peel away Lucy Gray’s wet bra and admire her for a while. Certainly, the beauty in front of you was blessed by Aphrodite.

You place your hand on her chest, and she quickly arches into the touch. “Good girl.” You speak without thinking. The noise she makes in response is absolutely filthy and the way she grinds into your knee… it’s irresistible. You want to hear that voice sobbing brokenly into your ear.

You squeeze, knead and pull her chest and her pretty moans continue. You drink in Lucy Gray’s voice like it’s the last time you’ll ever hear it. “Please, please—“ she’s cut off by a whine when you stand.

“Come back!” Lucy Gray bites her lower lip for a moment, trying to lure you back with a pleading look. You look back with a smirk, “I’ll be back sweetheart, I just need to grab something I promise you’ll like it.” She doesn’t seem convinced but doesn’t complain further as you walk off to the shed.

When you come back, Lucy Gray is sitting up, having undressed herself the rest of the way, she pouts. “You took too long.” She spoke with a sharp edge to her voice. That edge would melt like butter soon. “Sorry, I got you something.” You smile, pushing her back down to resume the previous position. You hold up a smooth piece of rope. “Think you’d be okay if I bind your wrists up?”

Lucy Gray’s eyes narrow and she nods, when it came to you she was sure she could trust that you would make sure she enjoyed herself. You ball up a small piece of white cloth. “And this?” You ask, knowing she’ll understand what you’re asking. Again, she nods. Carefully, you adjust the position so that Lucy Gray is laying belly down propped up on her elbows, you hold yourself on top of her still.

You bring your lover’s wrists to your lips and kiss her pulse points, you can feel her fast heart beat. You tie her wrists out in front of her, assuring her comfort as you tighten and knot it. Lucy Gray tests its security with a couple tugs and then a thumbs up. You gesture for her to open her mouth and use the white cloth as a gag, if her short hum says anything, she’s definitely pleased.

Once she’s ready, you continue toying with her chest. Lucy Gray pants heatedly, the longer you tease, the mistier she seems. By the time you become bored of messing with her breasts she’s covered in a sheen of sweat. When she looks back at you, you see the dark lust in her eyes.

Your hands travel down her navel, and she groans into the cloth gag, pressing back flush against you. She was a little overwhelmed, but in the best way possible, she feels dizzy when you spread her legs apart. “That’s it, wider now. You’re doing so good.” Her honey eyes glaze out of focus and the world seems hazy when you praise her.

When you finally touch her sensitivity, Lucy Gray wants many things. She wants to slap you, she wants you to touch her, she wants to yell at you, she wants you to hurry up and fuck her already. She whines into the gag, hoping it would urge you to do something. The brunette feels great relief when you actually do, she presses her face down into the blanket as your fingers caress her clit.

Her hips jolt and her thighs tremble while you touch the bundle of nerves, she tries for louder moans but the gag makes it hard. You snicker behind her as she clenched tightly around nothing. Lucy Gray attempts a huff, but it turns into a whine when you circle her slit.

She squeezes her teary eyes shut and tries to plead with you, but there isn’t much she can do but squirm while you teethe at her neck roughly. She can feel each mark left behind, and it stings in just the right way that makes her eyes roll. You continue teasing her entrance, her muffled whimpers tell you all you need to know about how good it feels. Her hips grind down, rewarding her with a bit more friction, but not enough.

Lucy Gray feels your free hand on her chest, and you flick her there softly. She only trembles harder, her elbows struggling to support her. Finally, finally, you press one finger into her and with how overstimulated she feels it’s enough to make her scream under the gag. She squirms and jerks and cries, and you think it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

Lucy Gray is beyond soaked, and not just because of the dip in the lake. Her walls feel searingly hot, and the tightness makes fingering her harder, but somehow more satisfying. You press in the second finger slower, trying not to hurt her too much. The smaller woman bites down on the cloth, nearly choking on it as she moans. You thrust slowly, trying to get her used to the feeling.

It takes a long time, and Lucy Gray feels like she’s being tortured from the slow in, out, in, out, in, out. It’s driving her mad at this point, so she pulls against her restraints, moaning against the feeling of restriction and bucks her hips repeatedly to set a faster pace. Lucy Gray’s neediness shows, and you decide to give in, a third finger joins your thrusts and your thumb circles her swollen clit.

Lucy Gray’s eyes roll back as she’s finally driven up the wall, she tightly grips the picnic blanket and cries out over and over. You wrap your free arm around your girlfriend’s waist to hold her still and go rougher, faster. The wet sounds of skin on skin and the filth frantically babbled from her lips are pleasure enough for you. “Good girl, cum for me.” You whisper in her ear, curling your fingers.

Lucy Gray tenses, finally coming undone on your fingers. Wetness drips on your hand and she limps against the blanket. You remove your hand, cleaning it off while Lucy Gray tries to catch her breath. You remove the gag and untie her so she can do so easier.

Lucy Gray moves with a slight groan, and lays her head on your lap, “That was…” she begins to speak, but doesn’t finish. “The best?” She nods to you and you play with her hair.

“I don’t think I can move my legs.”

“How tragic, you’re at my mercy.”

“Don’t even think about it Y/n.”

Note: sooo, technically this is my first written out smut, so take it easy on me, I’m workin on it :,) also uh, don’t know what id do exactly, but maybe part 2? Let me know if you guys want it. @lucygraysbabygirl

[mrslucygraysnow]

language! mr. snow isn't allowed to speak like this in my house or more specifically my bed 🌹

tbosas + tweets

his moral compass is a roulette wheel

[earthpleasures]

RUNNING UP THAT HILL !

Lucy Gray Baird x fem!reader

Summary: On the faithful day of Reaping Ceremony, you finally became aware of what you've been lacking in your life. Lucy Gray Baird's love. Your one and only childhood friend. You were ready to throw yourself in front of starved wolves for her sake, and you decided to prove it.

Warnings: ANGST / swearing

Word Count: 2.2k

A/n: me trying to write something happy, result:

"and if I only could

i'd make a deal with God

and I'd get Him to swap our places"

- running up that hill by kate bush.

Streets of District 12 was filthy as ever as Y/n and Lucy Gray dragged their feet to The Hub. Tomorrow was the day Reaping was going to happen. Neither of the girls felt any excitement over fourth of july, just like rest of whole twelve districts that were about sacrifice their children to Capitol's psychopathy.

“Lucy Gray, you're unusually quite today.” Y/n spoke as she fixed the fruit basket pressed against her side. They were planning to ask Hub if they would let Covey do one last show before reaping, and then make their way to flea market. Maybe they could exchange a piece of clothing for a few strawberries Y/n farmed.

Lucy Gray's face lit up with a smile, Y/n could never differentiate if these smiles were true or not.

“I was thinking of this night's show. I have a song I wish to sing.” That thought made other girl smile. She always loved the infamous Songbird’s voice and songs.

She ate one of the strawberries from the brown basket. “Oh well, I will wait for your song with all ears. However, how do you plan to sing it? You haven't teach us anything about its melody.” Lucy Gray chuckled at her friend's worried tone.

“No worries, love. I've wrote it over one of our songs’ melody. I think tonight's lyrics fit to it better anyway.”

“I… if you say so.”

She could never disobey or say something against her songbird’s statements. And finally Hub became visible from the distance. Old walls were ready to crumble on its residents but all two girls saw was a roof to gain a few coins.

Lucy Gray held the door open for her since she was clinging into the basket, making sure no strawberries fell out. She nodded her head to her to thank her. Inside was stinking as usual. Smell of mold, poverty and cheap gin. It wasn't like Y/n lived in a clean or new home. However she could never prevent the nausea from rising in her throat every time they entered this place.

Disease and death traveled through the whole Panem without knowing any borders, she didn't have a reason to act wary against The Hub.

Besides the disgusting smell, the place was almost empty. Most of the audience were peacekeepers and they seemed nowhere to be found at this time of day. They were on ‘duty’. More like haunting the poor folk of 12. Y/n thought of it.

Conversations were always made by Lucy Gray, no one could resist the sweet way of the words spilling from her lips. “Hi! How have you been, Ben?” She spring on her heels while talking, her alluring personality ready to charm its flies.

Bartender's tense shoulders relaxed when her image entered his vision. “Hi, Lucy Gray. I assume you are here to ask if Covey can perform tonight.” Lucy Gray nodded slowly, she jumped to sit on a chair, her legs swung around since they couldn't reach to sub board of the wooden chair.

“Always a smart one. Yes, I was going to ask if we can perform one last time before Reaping.” Ben sighed while rubbing the dirty cloth to an old striated glass. “I guess you can do it, tomorrow ain’ the brightest day for us after all.” She added a hint of sorrow to her smile.

“But we must make the most of the lifes we have, mustn't we?” He nodded to approve her statement. “As much as we can in this shitty district.”

After some chit-chat talk, they left Hub with the guarantee of a few coins to throw in their pockets that night. Y/n watched Lucy Gray's happy expression, the way she spinned around herself, her colorful dress’ long skirt flying around. She loved to admire anything Songbird did.

Flea market wasn't too crowded either. Mourn of unknown loses was already hunting people of District 12. Two or three stalls of clothing seemed to be present. A woman from last week was absent. Poor lady, perhaps she died because God knows what kind of disease or she fell in hands of a peacekeeper.

Y/n intertwined her fingers with Lucy Gray's, moving as close as possible was safer in a place like this. To be honest, staying together was the best choice in all places of 12.

A man with a women's clothing stall caught her eyes. His face was tired and sick, probably had the flu. “Look, maybe we can exchange these strawberries with a pair of shoes. Maude Ivory was sad about Peacekeepers tearing her sandals.” Lucy Gray nodded and followed her lead.

Y/n harshly put the basket in front of the man, leaving a tough first impression was important if they wanted to have a fair exchange.

“Ah, famous doves of Covey. What do you have for me?” She could smell of starvation from his breath even at this distance. All she needed to do was to push him a bit.

“A basket of fresh, clean strawberries.” She arched her eyebrow in a daring manner. “Do you really think a basket of fruit can buy clothes?” Man raised his chin. He was stubborn, but could never be as much as Y/n.

“Okay, listen the deal old man. You give us these shoes.” She pointed to an old, worn pair of shoes. “And I leave all of these tasty things at your stall. ‘kay? And if you don't, I can go to another stall.” He looked at the basket then at her face. His mouth was salivating for a taste of anything, and giving away the shoes seemed to be a good option.

“Take the shoes.”

Y/n took a deep breath as relief filled her veins. She emptied the whole basket to an old bag man owned and placed the shoes inside it. Exchange was fair, he wasn't going to die from starvation and Maude Ivory was going to get a pair of wearable shoes.

“Don’t you think you've been hard on him?” Lucy Gray mumbled while her index finger lovingly caressed the fabric of the shoe. They would fit the little girl just fine. “Being nice doesn't grant us any living in District 12.” Y/n shrugged and dismissed her question.

All members of Covey were exhausted from last night’ performance, which led them to hardly wake up for Reaping. Their house was already hot from weather outside, shattering walls were making it worse by letting the fresh sunlight in.

Y/n, as always, was first to wake up. Even on an effing day like this. A few more hours of sleep wasn't even a choice given the fact Peacekeepers would drag them out to watch Reaping or, to be reaped.

She groaned with ache coursing through her bones, makeshift bed cracked under her weight. Slipping her shoes to her feet, she looked around to check other Covey members. None seemed to have a peaceful slumber, Lucy Gray was sweating, Maude Ivory was panting heavily, Barb Azure's eyebrows were furrowed. The expected disaster made everyone uneasy inside.

She took off her pajamas, her hands extending to the shirt and skirt she wore yesterday. “Why don't you wear something colorful, love?” Her head practically snapped to the direction the voice came from. Lucy Gray's eyes were closed, yet a subtle smile sat on her sweaty features.

“Good morning.” Y/n murmured as she stood up from her bed. She considered her options. The most fancy thing she owned outside of a few stage clothes was a faded purple dress with flower-covered frills on its skirts. Her hand hesitated when it reached the folded fabric. She got this at the insistence of Lucy Gray and Barb Azure for three coins in the flea market last year. For special days.

What could be more special than the day she would be presumably sent to death in her life?

Accompanied by an ache in her heart for dirting the dress with memories of such a melancholic day, she pulled it over her head, messing up her already disheveled hair more. Stained mirror was reflecting a seventeen year old girl's ruined beauty, face worn by living difficulties.

Two lean arms sneaked around her waist, securing her against the girl behind her. Lucy Gray pressed her chin to her shoulder, observing their imagines from mirror. “You're beautiful.” She whispered, as if possibility of anyone else stealing her compliment to Y/n scared her.

“So are you.” She whispered back, unconsciously closing her eyes and leaning to her touch. Silence was comforting, almost like an inaudible lullaby singing to two awake girls’ ears. “I have a dreadful feeling about this day inside me, something is gnawing at me.” Lucy Gray chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind the ear of the girl in front of her.

“Now don't make such a long face, be positive. Death isn't an end, remember?” At her light words, Y/n turned around with her arms still wrapped around her waist. She cupped her face, looking at her beautiful brown eyes. Maybe they could swallow her, so she would never leave her.

“No, Lu. You don't get it. Something bad is about to happen. I feel it, you know I always feel it.” Lucy Gray's eyes widened at her hurried sentences. The worst case in a Reaping day would be reaped as their district's tribute. Everyday was a survival struggle in District 12, but being thrown to arena? Now that would be a different story.

With their fingers locked to each other, Y/n dragged her after herself to the little place where they grew strawberries to exchange or sell. “I know that you have no will to trust anyone after Billy Taupe, but just… just hear me out.” Brunette furrowed her eyebrows, she wasn't stupid, guessing where the conversation was about to go wasn't hard. But did it matter at this point?

“I am listening, Y/n.”

“What are you two doing there?” Maude Ivory's childish voice interrupted her before she can speak. And that killed her last piece of courage to confess her feelings for Lucy Gray.

“Nothing, honey. We were just chatting.” She quickly smiled and turned her attention to little girl, she was wearing the pair of shoes they got for her yesterday. “Are they comfortable?” Little girl stared down at her shoes. “Yeap. They're so easy to wear! Thank you.”

Her lips pulled themselves into a forced smile. The girl was as naive as a child in districts could be. Perhaps it was because rest of the Covey sought their best to raise their youngest as pure as possible.

People were gathering in front of the stage one by one. Between age 12-18, kids were separated to groups. Covey made their way to their groups. As always, Reaping day was hot and everyone was sweating under cruel sun and stress.

First to go was female tribute. For male tribute, she wasn't worried at all. Clerk Clementine was old enough to be excluded from Reaping.

But what about us?

“Lucy Gray Baird!”

She could swear her heart missed a beat, maybe a few beats, when she heard the name. Out of instinct her eyes found Lucy Gray. It looked like she was ready to put on a show one last time.

Lucy Gray began to walk towards the stage.

“I volunteer!”

A desperate voice erupted from between waiting kids. Y/n threw herself in front of Lucy Gray, eyes filled with terror and tears. “I volunteer as tribute!” Brunette extended to hold her hand with shock. “Love, what the hell are you doing?” Girl in front of her turned to look at her with guilt.

Before any word being shared, a peacekeeper caught Y/n's arm, dragging the girl to stage. Lucy Gray tried to run, only to be thrown to ground by another peacekeeper. Even while walking to death, they couldn't take their eyes from each other.

“No, no, no. I am chosen. You chose me! Give her back!” Maude Ivory wrapped her arms around her as Barb Azure pressed her head to her chest so she couldn't see Y/n.

She stepped on the stage in front of pitying eyes. After all, what kind of moron would throw herself into a lion's den for whatever reason?

Mayor looked at her with grand disgust, as if girl interrupted something she wasn’t supposed to. “District 12's female tribute, Y/n L/n.”

She didn't even bother to listen who was chosen as male tribute. Whoever it was, he was going to walk to death with twenty two other tributes.

Whole time she watched the rest of the Covey. They all looked disheveled with one of them being sent to Games.

She didn't even get to confess to her, kiss her, embrace her one last time. Like all District 12 kids before her, she was going to turn into a drop of blood to write Capitol's pages of history. She remembered the hide and seek game the played when they were children.

“You can't catch me, Lucy Gray!”

She kept her head high, this wasn't a display of pitiful love. That was a worthy sacrifice to keep her darling alive. Everything was worth it to Lucy Gray.

“You can't catch me anymore, Lucy Gray.”

She whispered, knowing Lucy Gray won't ever hear her again.

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[sleepershell]

Seconds

pairing peacekeeper!coriolanus x fem!district!reader (dark hair and eyes)

synopsis when Coriolanus sees a girl in the Hob who looks enough like his Lucy Gray who rejected him he decides to have her

content 18+ minors dni, Coriolanus is his own warning, intoxicated with alcohol, fingering, p in v sex, oral male receiving, facial, swearing, overall kinda pervy and a little mean?, canon divergent, dom!coriolanus, sub!reader, some ownership language

wc 2180

You were not Coriolanus Snow’s first choice. You weren’t even of particular interest to him for anything other than release. Arriving in District 12 he’d expected some semblance of warmth, excitement. Instead, Lucy Gray Baird met him with something far worse than contempt—ambivalence. He’d never meant a thing to her other than a way through the games. You understood perfectly well that Lucy Gray had seen exactly who Coriolanus was and had known it was best to stay far, far away. She had always been a quick girl.

And so Coriolanus was left feeling worse than if she’d hated him. He’d gone all the way to the most horrid district just for her and she wanted nothing to do with him. It was all the proof he needed that District people were of an entirely different breed. Still, for the time being, he was regrettably stuck in 12.

But then in the Hob he caught sight of you. A girl dancing, twirling and twirling before him like you wanted to be noticed. And you were Covey, with Lucy Gray’s hair, Lucy Gray’s eyes. It was almost too perfect.

That night the alcohol was like a bright fire in your belly, reacting to every flourish of the music. You let it lead your limbs, let laughter pour forth with your friends dancing around you and the men ogling. And then you were spinning, spinning so the world was nothing but a silver-streaming blur. Your body was light as a feather and you thought your feet might just lift from the ground and the song might carry you into the night sky. Your legs finally gave way below you but you didn’t hit the ground. There was an angel, pale and carved from pure marble.

Your doe eyes were wide and glossy as they took in Coriolanus. He could see just how easy this would be. An easy lay like that might’ve seemed below him under regular circumstances, but that night he needed to take or else the ground threatened to crumble from beneath him. Your chest heaved as you caught a breath, revealing the obscene curve of your cleavage. One of his fingers lifted to peel a sweat-soaked curl from your face, tuck it away.

“You should get some air. Come.”

It was exciting to be pulled away by the hand of this boy. Of course you knew who he was. You’d watched him with baited breath in that cage with Lucy Gray. You’d watched him save her. And she hadn’t said anything cruel about him since returning, though you could see how she felt: that he’d been no better than the rest of them. But you weren’t Lucy Gray, and a thrill was good enough reason to do anything. So you stumbled behind, giggling as the surroundings grew more dark and quiet. The night air sent a chill over your saltwater skin.

Coriolanus didn’t know yet where he could take you, but thought he’d turned enough corners to find some sort of privacy. It wasn’t as though he’d get in trouble, anyway, most of the peacekeepers had already attempted to brag to him about their foolish conquests. With hands on your shoulders he guided you to lean on a wall. The press of concrete on your back was cool and stable, and you let your head fall gently back against it.

You reached up a hand, pointing to the skies above.

“Hm?”

“The moon. Isn’t it beautiful?”

He peered up for a moment at the shining body above you. It was a waxing gibbous, nearly full but not quite. In the process of it’s ephemeral becoming. You could feel him looking at you, beckoning before you were ready to return to earth.

“I’m Coriolanus Snow.”

“I know who you are, Coryo. That’s what Lucy Gray calls you—is that alright? I’m (Y/n).”

Both of you could feel the tension. Like he was on the edge of a dock, preparing to dive into frigid waters on a hot day. You decided to make it easy on him, reaching your hand into the dim night again. With caution it made contact wth his head, feeling his short hair.

“It’s so soft,” you mused, “although your curls were beautiful, too.”

Coriolanus was stunned by your forwardness. Where Lucy Gray had been fire and passion you were all airy and radiant. If she’d been a songbird, you were a deer. Or perhaps something even more whimsical, like a fairy. Yes, you were his fairy, reaching out and asking him to try something. His face was so hard looking down at you, mouth set and eyes like biting frost. You let your hand trail down and trace his lips. He hadn’t smiled once, but his eyelids fluttered in response to your touch.

And then he was there, full force crashing into your mouth. Your breath was lost to the wind as he kissed you hard. So hard you wondered if he’d ever done this before. Hands circled your waist and pulled your bodies close together. You parted your mouth, allowing him entry and he took it with ferocity. His hunger flared with a righteous rage. If he had lost one he would instead break open another and revel in her succulent fruit.

He pulled away and your protest was silenced before it began. Two of his fingers were violating your mouth. And his face was so close to you, brows knit together and mouth agape as he watched the way your sweet, plump lips closed around his fingers.

“Hey, fairy,” he breathed, “lift your skirt.”

You gripped the layered fabric of your skirts in your hand and hiked it up over your thighs, exposing them to the evening chill. But the cold soon evaporated from your consciousness as his fingers left your mouth and found their way to your sex. He paid no mind to the underthings that barred him entry and ripped them aside. His index toyed at your entrance with an ease that felt almost practiced.

“Tell me what you want.” His eyes were impossible to read.

“I want you inside me, Coriolanus.” The sound of your cracking voice was music to his ears, beckoning a smirk.

He pushed inside your indecently wet cunt, sliding in and out a few times before adding in a second finger. You were warm, so fucking warm and soft. He groaned at the way your puffy walls clenched around his digits. When they curled inside you couldn’t help but mewl and grasp the firm fabric of his uniform at his chest. These were the first fingers to trespass your body—boys from 12 usually wanted to do things a bit more traditionally. Not Snow. No, he wanted to have you like a decadent meal and make an event of it. He wanted to make sure the memory of his every touch echoed in your body for years to come. He didn’t want to leave anything in this world without his mark.

When it started to feel really good, his fingers retreated. Your pussy clenched around the air, missing the way he’d filled you. He took them in his mouth, letting his eyes roll back as he savored the slight but euphoric flavor coating them.

“Turn around.” His voice came out with a force, as if coming from somewhere deep in his core. Like coal in a furnace it burned.

You did as he said, turning to expose your back to him, forehead against the wall. His cock was flooded with heat at your obedience. And, with your face turned away, it was as if Lucy Gray were there, giving herself up to him in gratitude. It’s what he deserved after saving her life and then choosing to live his sentence out here. With her. For her. With your skirts lifted, he palmed the plump curve of your ass with greed. The goosebumps ridden on that flesh was all he needed to know how excited you must be for him to take you. Your breath was thin as he explored the sensitive skin of your hips. His hands were the firm and covetous hands of a man with the desperation of a child.

The tip of him teased at your entrance. Your palms that rested flat on the concrete before you clawed for purchase when he slid himself inside with one great thrust of his hips. His cock was a solid, terrible thing inside you. Coriolanus Snow was not a gentle lover, he gripped your hips, pressing the tips of his fingers into your pelvis so you expected to bloom with violet in the morning. It gave him all the traction he needed to pump deeper and deeper into your heat and softness. And you were so very soft. It was easy to get lost in your smooth, plump body that gave way however he manipulated it.

A pathetic mewl escaped you as the boy’s face buried into the crook of your neck and sucked in a deep breath. He inhaled the scent of you, which was tinged with sweat and alcohol but also honeysuckle, sweet and cloying. A hand snaked its way under your shirt, finding the stiff bud of your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, and in response your insides clenched around him, begging for more even when he reached your limits.

“Oh, fairy,” he moaned deliciously into your ear.

At this, your back instinctively arched, allowing him even further inside you. His cock was hitting that deepest part at the end of every stroke. Each time you cried out, feeling as though you might disintegrate and become one with the atmosphere. Each stroke brought on an arc of fervent bliss, near unbearable overwhelm, and then desperate relief. Everything was hazy. You didn’t remember being this intoxicated before the incessant rhythm pulsing inside you.

“(Y/n),” his voice came out in a coarse whisper. “I want you to taste yourself on me.”

What might’ve been too humiliating in some other circumstance was instead mouthwatering. As he retreated from within, you found yourself immediately falling to your knees before him. From the ground, his jaw was an even more pronounced feature. Coriolanus’s eyes stood out in the light of the moon and looked down on you with avarice. He held his cock poised in his hands, offering it to you.

Your eyes blinked shut as you took his head in your mouth. It was coated in a film of your own pleasure that was salty and sweet.

“See? You taste divine.”

When you glanced back up at him, lips pursed around his hardness, his own lips had parted, eyebrows tensed. Your big, dark eyes were trained on him as your mouth took him deeper and deeper. As his shaft disappeared into you, he could not quell the distinct feeling of reverence that rose in him. He blinked at the unearthly creature before him, your hot mouth beginning to drip with saliva as you devoured him. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, felt something so soft and warm and wet, and he couldn’t help himself. He grasped your head in his hands and began thrusting hard. As you sputtered, he was slave to the chase of release.

You let yourself go practically limp, your eyes rolling back. Your mind felt like the death and flare of fanned embers in the night. His animal grunts turned to whines but his grip on you remained firm.

“Oh fuck, fairy, I want to come on your face.”

He pulled away, rutting now into his own hand as he neared some invisible peak.

“Look.” He gasped, twisting the fingers of his empty hand in your hair and yanking your head back.

Above you he stroked himself, eyes wide and desperate for the impending crest. The moon played a sick voyeur in the sky. A choked sound escaped from his pouting lips as he rained down on you. Coriolanus could barely stand, his legs quivering as pleasure uncoiled and became a living thing inside him. His come escaped with four twitches of his cock, and coated your face and chest with warmth. What landed on your tongue was tingly, and you swallowed it down.

Coriolanus leaned forward, towering over you as he steadied himself on the wall. You pulled your skirts up to wipe the wetness of him off your face. No one had ever done that to you before. You knew immediately that you weren’t going to tell anyone about it—it was all yours to remember.

His eyes were wide as he recovered his breath. He feared he’d revealed himself too much. But there was no control with the ecstasy he’d just encountered. He knew he needed to have it again but resolved to keep himself in check.

“Coryo?” The small voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked down to where your face was peering up in question.

He smiled, “What is it?”

“I’d like to do this again.”

And, this time, he realized your eyes were nothing like Lucy Gray’s at all. But maybe that was a good thing.

xx

[rea1native]

The time has come… I am cringe but I am free

TBOSAS TROLLS AU

Summary of the Trolls Lore:

The six main troll tribes were divided by a musical string into different genres of music, the main ones are Pop, Rock, Techno, Funk, Classical, and Country. There are sub-genres of each different genre that tend to live separately from the main genre. They all used to live together until the pop troll leader stole all of the string. After the pop troll's ancestor stole all the strings. The other five tribes grabbed their strings and ran, living isolated from each other.

At some point after this, the Pop trolls were discovered by the Bergens, who created a holiday called Trollstice, where they just eat the trolls. King Peppy led the escape from the troll tree, but some trolls were separated, including Peppy's eldest daughter, Viva. this group later became the Putt-Putt Trolls. 20 years later, Poppy, the youngest, is now Queen, ends Trollstice and becomes friends with the Bergens, but the Putt-Putt trolls still live in fear.

After many years, the Queen of the Rock, Barb, wanted to gather all the six strings for their power to make them united under Rock, but Poppy was able to grab and destroy the strings. Now they all live united together again.

now onto my little mew mews:

Lucy Gray Baird: Bluegrass troll

Lucy Gray is a Pop troll who converted into a sub-genre of country.

She's part of a group of pop trolls called The Covey, who were able to escape from the Troll Tree during the reign of the Bergens, and now they travel from place to place performing their music for anyone who wants to hear.

She's a confident, heart-filled, and sassy troll who loves to sing and dance like any other troll. Like the rest of the Covey, traveling is in her blood, and she doesn't like to stay in one place for too long.

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Sejanus Plinth: Putt Putt Troll

Sejanus is a pop troll.

him and his family were part of the group of pop trolls who got separated during the escape from the Bergens.

He's a meek and frightened troll who is scared that the Bergens are still after them because that's all he's ever known. When he's not, he's very sassy and very affectionate with others. He loves making new friends.

While he loves to sing and dance, he's still frightened of the Bergens coming and finding them because he's being too loud (because singing killed his grandma), much like many other Putt-Putt trolls. So, it's rare that he's openly doing what he loves.

but he loves listening to others sing and might even do a dance or two.

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well well...

Coriolanus Snow: Pop troll who is converting to Classical

Coriolanus is a pop troll who is converting into Classical.

His family is known for have pure white hair and icy blue eyes that pop troll aren’t known to have.

He likes to organize and to be taken seriously, but Pop trolls aren’t known for being serious and aren’t serious enough for him. He can be mean sometimes, but he’s got a reputation to uphold (no, he doesn’t), so to him, it’s justified. He thinks that he was meant to be a classical troll because most of them have pure white hair like him.

He’s still a little silly tho

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Here some silly like comics of these three 🥰

How these three became friends is a mystery but I guess it was written in the star or something idk

[mrandmrssnowbaird]

pretty when he cries

THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES — (2023)

[ulltraviolences]

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pretty pls do not send me a request that has already been sent to another writer!

do’s :)

sub/dom dynamics, cnc, stepcest, knifeplay, gunplay, mommy kink, daddy kink, threesomes, non con/dub con, poly relationships, yandere/dark characters, dumbification (if you have any other questions ask in my inbox!)

do not :(

ageplay, ddlg, real people, incest, domestic violence, anal play of any kind, pegging, extreme bdsm, scat, pedophilia, homophobia, substance abuse

characters I am currently writing for: coriolanus snow, tigris snow, lucy gray baird, & sejanus plinth

Other Series:

stranger things: robin buckley, steve harrington, eddie munson, & nancy wheeler

the hunger games: coriolanus snow, lucy gray baird, sejanus plinth, tigris snow, katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason, & effie trinket

mcu: steven grant/moonknight trio, layla el-faouly, peter parker (tom holland), peter parker (andrew garfield), michelle jones, spiderverse!gwen stacy, wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, carol danvers, yelena belova, matt murdock, valkyrie, loki laufeyson, sylvie laufeydottir, druig, makkari, eros/starfox

star wars: kylo ren + ben solo, anakin skywalker + darth vader, obi wan kenobi, padme amidala, leia organa, luke skywalker, din djarin, cassian andor, ahsoka tano, sabine wren, ezra bridger, shin hati

the last of us (tv + game version): ellie williams, abby anderson, joel miller

bottoms: hazel callahan, josie marks, pj waters

criminal minds: spencer reid, elle greenaway, emily prentiss

dc: mera, harley quinn, adrian chase, joker (heath ledger), joker (joaquin phoenix), batman (robert pattinson), selina kyle (zoe kravitz), jonathan crane

misc. characters: beth harmon, ethan landry, jules vaughn, narcos!javier peña, charlie barber, flip zimmerman, adam sackler, graham eaton, eleanor levetan

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Coriolanus Snow

::SPOILERS::

Surprise! I’m not rambling about a classic lit or period drama character this time!

Since The Hunger Games series was released, I avoided reading them. I mean, I did try to pick up the first book a couple of times and it didn’t grab me. I did watch a couple movies…the most intriguing character in there was Donald Sutherland’s President Snow. The late, great Donald Sutherland portrayed such a shadowy figure, but he stole every scene he was in. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough to give it all another try. Then last fall, when “The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes” premiered, my sister a huge fan of both the books and movies, wanted to go see it for her birthday. I went with her.

I understood that it was Coriolanus Snow’s villain origin story, but unfamiliar with much of the world building, I was left drawing historical comparisons. It was entertaining though, and the best of all the movies. Months passed and I’d think of it from time to time. A couple of months ago, I decided to read the books again. This time something clicked and I liked them. They were engaging and I breezed through the first three in a month or so. Then came to book four, which I had been looking forward to because of the movie.

Well, it exceeded all of my expectations. In my opinion, it was the best of the series. This was the first villain origin story that I ever read, which might have been why it ended up as my favorite. I tend to read about heroes and good people…and Coryo, as he was affectionately called, is neither. I was most curious to find out when the switch flipped for Coryo and he became the evil dictator of Panem. Because he wasn’t born evil, and in the movie, on a surface level he appeared like a normal guy.

Appeared.

That’s the trouble with movie adaptations. We don’t have the time to delve into character development, story arcs, back stories, subplots, etc… A miniseries adaptation would have been better, in my opinion. There would have been enough to time to tell the story and explore the world of Panem. It’s why The Handmaid’s Tale works so well as a tv show; it too is a dystopian and we can properly get to know the characters.

In the book, Coryo’s villainy is there from the start of the narrative. And it was written so subtly that it’s not easy to pick up on. Coryo doesn’t set out to do evil, in fact, he’s initially repulsed when he encounters it. A student who just wants to go to university, he is placed in the position of mentoring a District 12 tribute named Lucy Gray Baird. Not only does Coryo show Lucy compassion – brings her food, water, fights for her- and does everything possible to help her survive the games, he falls in love with her. Their friendship and romance spans the length of the book, and you find yourself hoping they can make it work out. You forget he becomes a cruel dictator.

As I said, the villainy is there, rearing its ugly head on occasion. The disdain and envy against Sejanus (who, is an all-around good guy) that morphs into out and out hate. His views of the people who live in the district, believing them to be sub-human (not the phrase used, but the same mentality). Loving Lucy Gray, but at one point thinking of her as bestial and thinking it would be better if she were still kept in a zoo (when the tributes are brought to the Capitol, they are kept in a zoo until the Games start). He becomes possessive of her, thinking of her as belonging to him and considering her his girl. Coryo might view this as romantic, but his viewpoint is often skewed, and he makes excuses for himself. His obsession with her causes him to behave erratically at times. His determination to win the Games and eventual pursuit of a relationship with Lucy when he’s serving as a Peacekeeper in District 12, leads to him killing three different people. His later self-serving actions lead to the deaths of two others, and an attempt on Lucy Gray’s life too. When he is in District 12, that is when his villainy manifests itself completely.

By the end, Coryo has stopped listening to his conscience altogether. He refuses to take responsibility for his actions and he’s also too far down his dark path to feel any remorse. A path that leads to eventual downfall.

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Intro

Hello! I'm Opal and this is all about me! Pronouns: she/her and they/them 19 Yrs, Aquarius CisBi + in a closed relationship with my lovely girlfriend Eva 2nd Year Psychology Major Agnostic Satanist Diagnosed ADHD, Undiagnosed Autism (diagnosis in the works!) Socialist Liberal Living with my fat transgender cat Binky!

My other blogs: Reading/Literature/Book Reviews: Opal's Books TV/Movies/Anime/Manga Reviews: Opal's Entertainment

Interests: Anime: Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Magia Record, Hunter x Hunter, Banana Fish, Devilman Crybaby, Deathnote, Kakegurui, Evangelion TV: Family Guy, The Office, Gravity Falls, Monster High, The Walten Files, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, The Hunger Games, Bojack Horseman Video Games: Minecraft, My Singing Monsters, FNAF, Terraria, The Sims 4, Cuphead, Roblox Other: Psychology, Cats, Reptiles, Dogs, Fashion, Sanrio, Coloring, Writing, Shopping, Wendigoon, Nexpo, Spiders

Special Interests: The Phantom Troupe (HxH), Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Pompompurin, Psychology, Fruit Bats

Music: AViVA, NateWantsToBattle, 8Graves, Twenty One Pilots, Glass Animals, Olivia Rodrigo, CG5, Poppy, Deco*27, Maretu, PinocchioP, Au/Ra, Sub Urban, AJR *While I do listen to Melanie Martinez' music, I do not endorse her actions or the way she treats her fans. I make every effort to listen to her music without putting any money in her pockets.

OTPs: HisoIllu MadoHomu KyoSaya AshEiji KilluGon UvoShal RikaRen

Kins: Homura Akemi Hinano Miyako Lucy Gray Baird Verosika Mayday Feitan Portor Pompompurin Nagisa Momoe Yellow Guy Crybaby Mr. Plant

DNI if: -you don't support queer rights -you don't support BLM -you don't support Palestine/aren't participating in boycotts -you're my ex bf or still associate with him (and while you're at it, maybe trip and explode?) -you're a Trump supporter (ew) -you support Melanie Martinez -you're a darkshipper -you're a bigot -your page is dedicated to Regular Show

[mrslucygraysnow]

boy needed to learn some lessons okay 🌹

Lucy gray: *sings the most gorgeous, beautiful, poetic, heart wrenching song*

Coriolanus: Wow… I didn’t realize she was a WHORE