#v; covey

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XO, KITTY — 1.10 “OTP”

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“it’s good to live in the moment & not worry too much about the past” lucy gray @ leah @hvbris

𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 // & Lucy Gray // @hvbris

A frown marred the girls face despite the reassurance from her mother. The past was kept alive through songs and stories, like the ones they shared all the time. The names of the Covey were rooted in the past too. And though Leah Ochre didn't know everything about her mothers time in the hunger games, she knew that it'd been awful.

That threat hung over her now. Her siblings, too. Just a name in a bowl, one of hundreds. But someone had to be the unlucky one, didn't they?

"What about the future?" She asked, turning the end of her braid around and around in her fingers. "How do you stop from thinking about everything?"

[benetnvsch]

OOOH MY g-d WAIT - new covey album tonight?!?!? in half an hour I think rahhhh ,,, beautiful timing

[tonixe]

goverment hooker..

a/n: I'm back again, there is no surprise. I'm feeling devious so I might post again, wowzers. Also, the sped-up version of the government hooker sound so fire, like it feels like I'm in one of those edits, anyways lemme stop rambling. I hope y'all enjoy, reblogs, and comments will be also appreciated.

warning: smut, penetrating, p in the v, unprotected sex, creampies. proofread (?)

pairing: Young!Coriolanus Snow x reader

word counter: 1.4k

What appeals to you to most men, maybe it was your cute antics, your siren eyes that attracted anyone toward you, or your body, sculpted with your delicate curves, and a perky bosom to match the appeal of your young face that can lull a man to sleep.

Or was it how you talked, deliberately making a slur of your words, with your ribboning voice, that can make anyone feel safe and warm with you. You fooled some powerful men, their hearts were already tainted and covered in greed, easy to control someone with their needs. You were in command of it, you made them your pawn, you played the cards, and made a charade of it.

Every time you talked or did anything, you automatically moved your chess piece forward never back. But..what were you doing in a low district as a 'prestigious' woman like yourself, doing in the slum like this. Well, these 'slums' they would call, these 'desperate streets' were your home, even though you won't admit with your own mouth, your words, it still was your home...

Trying to lift yourself from the slums called your homes, to a place where it is much safer than here, maybe to Capitol, but you would need a ticket in. They wouldn't allow just anyone, would they?

But here you were standing in a speakeasy, in a tight little red dress, with a lacey red lining. It was odd to see polished women like you in a bar in District 12, you looked like you were for the Capitol, but all things you see and hear aren't what it seemed. Drinking up on the cheap liquor they offered, looking at the scene in front of you with the happy and dancing couples on the floor, as live music played. The 'Covey' they called them, and the main star, Lucy Gray. Staring at the stage, as she sang into the mic, playing her guitar.

She was familiar to you, the only reference you saw was when she was fighting in the Hunger Games, it was a surprise seeing her still living, breathing, and standing up there, but needless to say, she was still good at what she did. You waving your body to the relaxing music, fixing yourself on the stool, swaying to the music. "What is a lady like you sitting in here" You turned your head to the gentleman talking to you, staring at him.

"I'm just sitting here, enjoying the show," You said, taking a sip of the alcoholic liquid, "How about you" you tilt your head to the side.

"Just enjoying my show" He gestured to your form, and you giggled at his compliment as he sat on the stool beside you. You really got to see the man that was next to you. He had a handsome face and a chiseled face, he wore a blue open-collar shirt and a blondish-white buzz cut, He seemed like one of those Peacekeepers lurking around the district. "Do you do this every girl you see?" You were amused by the blonde man who sat beside you. You wouldn't lie that he was indeed attractive in your eyes. Scanning his frame, his body, his face. "Not to every woman, but to the ones that look beautiful like you my dear" You couldn't help to smile at him, "━And your not bad-looking as well" You admitted, crossing your legs together. As you deliberately lean towards him, revealing a white lacey bra.

Pouting your lips together, "An attractive man indeed" giving him a sultry look, with your eyelids drooping down slightly. "So, what is your name, handsome" You took a sip from your drink, "Coriolanus.." He took your hand and kissed it, "Y/N" you smirked taking your hand gently away from him,

"Should we..take our business elsewhere for a private scene?" You whispered into his ear with a suggested look on your face.

Your hands were with his as you walked in the night street, your body already feeling hot. "Where are we going?" He was amused with your antics, as you batted your eyes at him, "A place, special" you gave him a smirk, your heels clicking down on the wet cement road. A neon sign coming into view, a little motel still opened near the bar. As you opened the door, walking down the lobby of the motel, the clerk managing the reception, "A room for one" The clerk nodded his head, and gave you the keys, "room 9" He said, as you walked away with his hand with yours. Your hips sway sensually, your heels stepping into the room and opening it.

Turning yourself on your heels, stepping closer to the man, "So..what are we going to do?" You pouted, your eyes dilating feeling the feeling of being aroused.

Feeling his hands on your lower bottom, as you hoof your legs around his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you both leaned into a kiss, feeling his hands groping your body. Feeling him moving, as he withdrew from you, your chest heaving. "You do know how to make a man crazy, don't you" He groaned, Feeling him putting your body onto the bed gently,

His body touching you recklessly, his hands going under your dress, slowly taking off your red lacey panties, discarding it on the floor. Biting your lip down in excitement, crossing your legs together covering yourself. Staring at him, taking off his pants and his boxers, feeling yourself getting aroused, as your cunt pulsed.

As his dick sunk into you, the pain writhing through your body, feeling the pain in your lower abdomen. Feeling your cheeks getting flushed, as you groaned in pain. His hips push into you, slowly before increasing his pace.

The bed rocked with your back on the bed, your skirt flipped and your legs being held up with his arms. Your sinful moans came out of your lips, his cock splitting your open, as you bit your lip down. His hands massaging your waist down, "F-fuck" stuttering out of your lips, your lipstick already messed up, smeared on your cheeks.

Your skin felt sticky, your lacey dress sticking onto your skin. "C-corio—" You were cut off from his hips smacking into your pelvis, your hands gripping on the sheet, holding down for support, leaning back in pleasure and relief, feeling a rush of pleasure.

Your slick lubricating his dick, makes him slip inside you easier. Your face burning up, fixing your legs on his around his waist. Your cunt clenching down around him making him groan in your ear. Feeling lips and your crashing into each other, into a hungry kiss. His tongue abused your mouth, making you moan against him, before you withdrew for air, your chest heaving, up and down.

Feeling his cock reaching to your cervix, "Hmm" You whined, your eyelids getting droopy in the process, feeling his slender fingers rubbing the nub of your clit, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter, "Corio, I'm sensitive" You whined, his hips grinding onto yours, with his unrelenting pace, arching your back. His hands on your hips tilting up, plummeting into you.

"Don't be greedy, darling" He asserted, harshly rubbing on your clit, making you scream in bliss. His body leaning toward you, his dick still throbbing inside of you, making you go crazy. His mouth sucked onto your flesh, as the blooming mark left your neck.

Your body getting overstimulated, as your body trembled, skin prickling and your cunt dripping out.

Feeling a wave crashing down on you, clenching down around his cock. The pace of his hips getting slower, feeling his hands on your waist, gripping down making you wince. "I'm close" He groaned into your ear. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs, "Inside" you mewled, feeling his hips stuttering against yours. His dick pulsed inside of you, as he thrust into you one more last time, painting your walls white, as your cunt fluttered around him. Your body feeling tired.

Falling down on the bed. Feeling his warm essence leaking out of you, feeling himself still inside you. "Don't leave...please" You whimpered, feeling his soft lips on your lips, before he withdrew, looking at him, pursing your lips gently. His hands lift your chin up, "I have to.." He looked at your lips, scanning your face. Taking your appearance from your smeared lipstick to your ruined makeup, before he drew you into another kiss, a longer, more passionate one. For the first time feeling your heart swell with a man you slept with once at a bar, "Please.." you said, breathlessly.

"I'll be back" he gently traced the shape of your lips with his finger, his voice was tender to your ears, lulling you to an endless abyss. As drowsiness took over your body, your eyes shut and closed.

[coryosmin]

being hoff’s daughter and peacekeeper!coryo bragging to his fellow peacekeepers that he took ur v-card🤭🤭

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader

being with the commanders daughter, coriolanus snow felt smug about the fact that he had taken your virginity. so much so that he began bragging to his fellow peacekeepers about it. you, the daughter of a man that everyone on base feared, had lost your virginity to a boy from the Capitol who’s nothing more than a cadet here in district 12.

so when rumors began encircling the base that coriolanus snow was fraternizing with the commander’s daughter, of course commander hoff spoke to coriolanus. he had to ask the young eighteen year old if he had pure intentions with his daughter and if he truly means to be with her because she is not someone to just fuck and then throw away.

and coriolanus? he nodded his head and told the commander exactly what he wanted to hear. and whether he meant it or not is entirely up to your interpretation. if commander hoff expects coriolanus to treat you right then that is what coriolanus will do. after all, it was a direct order from a commanding officer.

so when the weekend comes by and you’re at the hob, watching the covey perform, coriolanus notices you immediately as you smile and dance with a few of your friends. and coriolanus approached you with a small smirk on his face. you grin as you look up at him. “hey, soldier,” you greeted, grabbing his hand and dancing with him.

coriolanus grabbed your hand, spinning you around before pulling you close. “why don’t i bring you somewhere more private?” he muttered. and you nodded, allowing yourself to be taken to a private area with coriolanus.

and when you guys are officially alone with no one to bother you, his lips are on yours, kissing you hungrily. and you kiss him back with just as much passion. and eventually, it leads to your dress hiked up, your panties pushed to the side as coryo kneels in front of you, face buried in your cunt.

you can’t help the moans that escape your lips as coryo eats you out, his tongue lapping at your pussy while his nose rubs against your clit. coriolanus’s eyes are closed as he ravishes you, enjoying the taste of your pussy. and you’re whining and moaning, your hands on his head as you grind against his face.

eventually, you’re cumming, your thighs clenching around him while he eats you out through your orgasm. and when you’ve finished, coriolanus pulls away, smirking as his face is drenched from your juices. “feeling good?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

you nod your head. “very good,” you replied breathlessly.

and so coriolanus was glad he took your virginity. because now you’ll always be his. and if your father wanted you to be treated right, well he never specified how you should be treated right. so if it meant that coryo was eating your cunt every night to keep you satisfied, then well there’s nothing wrong with that. right?

[blackwoolncrown]

Reading list for Afro-Herbalism:

A Healing Grove: African Tree Remedies and Rituals for the Body and Spirit by Stephanie Rose Bird

Affrilachia: Poems by Frank X Walker

African American Medicine in Washington, D.C.: Healing the Capital During the Civil War Era by Heather Butts

African American Midwifery in the South: Dialogues of Birth, Race, and Memory by Gertrude Jacinta Fraser

African American Slave Medicine: Herbal and Non-Herbal Treatments by Herbert Covey

African Ethnobotany in the Americas edited by Robert Voeks and John Rashford

Africanisms in the Gullah Dialect by Lorenzo Dow Turner

Africans and Native Americans: The Language of Race and the Evolution of Red-Black Peoples by Jack Forbes

African Medicine: A Complete Guide to Yoruba Healing Science and African Herbal Remedies by Dr. Tariq M. Sawandi, PhD

Afro-Vegan: Farm-Fresh, African, Caribbean, and Southern Flavors Remixed by Bryant Terry

Barracoon: The Story of the Last “Black Cargo” by Zora Neale Hurston

Big Mama’s Back in the Kitchen by Charlene Johnson

Big Mama’s Old Black Pot by Ethel Dixon

Black Belief: Folk Beliefs of Blacks in America and West Africa by Henry H. Mitchell

Black Diamonds, Vol. 1 No. 1 and Vol. 1 Nos. 2–3 edited by Edward J. Cabbell

Black Faces, White Spaces: Reimagining the Relationship of African Americans to the Great Outdoors by Carolyn Finney

Black Food Geographies: Race, Self-Reliance, and Food Access in Washington, D.C. by Ashanté M. Reese

Black Indian Slave Narratives edited by Patrick Minges

Black Magic: Religion and the African American Conjuring Tradition by Yvonne P. Chireau

Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American Nature Poetry edited by Camille T. Dungy

Blacks in Appalachia edited by William Turner and Edward J. Cabbell

Caribbean Vegan: Meat-Free, Egg-Free, Dairy-Free Authentic Island Cuisine for Every Occasion by Taymer Mason

Dreams of Africa in Alabama: The Slave Ship Clotilda and the Story of the Last Africans Brought to America by Sylviane Diouf

Faith, Health, and Healing in African American Life by Emilie Townes and Stephanie Y. Mitchem

Farming While Black: Soul Fire Farm’s Practical Guide to Liberation on the Land by Leah Penniman

Folk Wisdom and Mother Wit: John Lee – An African American Herbal Healer by John Lee and Arvilla Payne-Jackson

Four Seasons of Mojo: An Herbal Guide to Natural Living by Stephanie Rose Bird

Freedom Farmers: Agricultural Resistance and the Black Freedom Movement by Monica White

Fruits of the Harvest: Recipes to Celebrate Kwanzaa and Other Holidays by Eric Copage

George Washington Carver by Tonya Bolden

George Washington Carver: In His Own Words edited by Gary Kremer

God, Dr. Buzzard, and the Bolito Man: A Saltwater Geechee Talks About Life on Sapelo Island, Georgia by Cornelia Bailey

Gone Home: Race and Roots through Appalachia by Karida Brown

Ethno-Botany of the Black Americans by William Ed Grime

Gullah Cuisine: By Land and by Sea by Charlotte Jenkins and William Baldwin

Gullah Culture in America by Emory Shaw Campbell and Wilbur Cross

Gullah/Geechee: Africa’s Seeds in the Winds of the Diaspora-St. Helena’s Serenity by Queen Quet Marquetta Goodwine

High on the Hog: A Culinary Journey from Africa to America by Jessica Harris and Maya Angelou

Homecoming: The Story of African-American Farmers by Charlene Gilbert

Hoodoo Medicine: Gullah Herbal Remedies by Faith Mitchell

Jambalaya: The Natural Woman’s Book of Personal Charms and Practical Rituals by Luisah Teish

Just Medicine: A Cure for Racial Inequality in American Health Care by Dayna Bowen Matthew

Leaves of Green: A Handbook of Herbal Remedies by Maude E. Scott

Like a Weaving: References and Resources on Black Appalachians by Edward J. Cabbell

Listen to Me Good: The Story of an Alabama Midwife by Margaret Charles Smith and Linda Janet Holmes

Making Gullah: A History of Sapelo Islanders, Race, and the American Imagination by Melissa Cooper

Mandy’s Favorite Louisiana Recipes by Natalie V. Scott

Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present by Harriet Washington

Mojo Workin’: The Old African American Hoodoo System by Katrina Hazzard-Donald

Motherwit: An Alabama Midwife’s Story by Onnie Lee Logan as told to Katherine Clark

My Bag Was Always Packed: The Life and Times of a Virginia Midwife by Claudine Curry Smith and Mildred Hopkins Baker Roberson

My Face Is Black Is True: Callie House and the Struggle for Ex-Slave Reparations by Mary Frances Berry

My Grandmother's Hands: Racialized Trauma and the Pathway to Mending Our Hearts and Bodies by Resmaa Menakem

On Her Own Ground: The Life and Times of Madam C.J. Walker by A'Lelia Bundles

Papa Jim’s Herbal Magic Workbook by Papa Jim

Places for the Spirit: Traditional African American Gardens by Vaughn Sills (Photographer), Hilton Als (Foreword), Lowry Pei (Introduction)

Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome by Dr. Joy DeGruy

Rooted in the Earth: Reclaiming the African American Environmental Heritage by Diane Glave

Rufus Estes’ Good Things to Eat: The First Cookbook by an African-American Chef by Rufus Estes

Secret Doctors: Ethnomedicine of African Americans by Wonda Fontenot

Sex, Sickness, and Slavery: Illness in the Antebellum South by Marli Weiner with Mayzie Hough

Slavery’s Exiles: The Story of the American Maroons by Sylviane Diouf

Soul Food: The Surprising Story of an American Cuisine, One Plate at a Time by Adrian Miller

Spirituality and the Black Helping Tradition in Social Work by Elmer P. Martin Jr. and Joanne Mitchell Martin

Sticks, Stones, Roots & Bones: Hoodoo, Mojo & Conjuring with Herbs by Stephanie Rose Bird

The African-American Heritage Cookbook: Traditional Recipes and Fond Remembrances from Alabama’s Renowned Tuskegee Institute by Carolyn Quick Tillery

The Black Family Reunion Cookbook (Recipes and Food Memories from the National Council of Negro Women) edited by Libby Clark

The Conjure Woman and Other Conjure Tales by Charles Chesnutt

The Home Place: Memoirs of a Colored Man’s Love Affair with Nature by J. Drew Lanham

The Jemima Code: Two Centuries of African American Cookbooks by Toni Tipton-Martin

The President’s Kitchen Cabinet: The Story of the African Americans Who Have Fed Our First Families, from the Washingtons to the Obamas by Adrian Miller

The Taste of Country Cooking: The 30th Anniversary Edition of a Great Classic Southern Cookbook by Edna Lewis

The Tuskegee Syphilis Study: An Insiders’ Account of the Shocking Medical Experiment Conducted by Government Doctors Against African American Men by Fred D. Gray

Trace: Memory, History, Race, and the American Landscape by Lauret E. Savoy

Vegan Soul Kitchen: Fresh, Healthy, and Creative African-American Cuisine by Bryant Terry

Vibration Cooking: Or, The Travel Notes of a Geechee Girl by Vertamae Smart-Grosvenor

Voodoo and Hoodoo: The Craft as Revealed by Traditional Practitioners by Jim Haskins

When Roots Die: Endangered Traditions on the Sea Islands by Patricia Jones-Jackson

Working Conjure: A Guide to Hoodoo Folk Magic by Hoodoo Sen Moise

Working the Roots: Over 400 Years of Traditional African American Healing by Michelle Lee

Wurkn Dem Rootz: Ancestral Hoodoo by Medicine Man

Zora Neale Hurston: Folklore, Memoirs, and Other Writings: Mules and Men, Tell My Horse, Dust Tracks on a Road, Selected Articles by Zora Neale Hurston

The Ways of Herbalism in the African World with Olatokunboh Obasi MSc, RH (webinar via The American Herbalists Guild)

[southernmermaidsgrotto]

Herbalism book reccomendations 📚🌿

General herbalism:

The Herbal Medicine-Maker's Handbook by Green J. (2011)

20,000 Secrets of Tea: The Most Effective Ways to Benefit from Nature's Healing Herbs by Zak V. (1999)

The Modern Herbal Dispensatory: A Medicine-Making Guid by Easly T. (2016)

A-Z Guide to Drug-Herb-Vitamin Interactions by Gaby A.R.

American Herbal Products Association's Botanical Safety Handbook (2013) 

Medical Herbalism: The Science and Practice of Herbal Medicine by Hoffman D. (2003)

Herbal Medicine for Beginners: Your Guide to Healing Common Ailments with 35 Medicinal Herbs by Swift K & Midura R (2018)

Today's Herbal Health: The Essential Reference Guide by Tenney L. (1983)

Today's Herbal Health for Women: The Modern Woman's Natural Health Guide by Tenney L (1996)

Today's Herbal Health for Children: A Comprehensive Guide to Understanding Nutrition and Herbal Medicine for Children by Tenney L. (1996)

For my black folks!!!

African Medicine: A Complete Guide to Yoruba Healing Science and African Herbal Remedies by Sawandi T.M. (2017)

Handbook of African Medicinal Plants by Iwu M.M. (1993)

Working The Roots: Over 400 Years of Traditional African American Healing by Lee M.E. (2017)

Hoodoo Medicine: Gullah Herbal Remedies by Mitchell F. (2011)

African American Slave Medicine: Herbal and non-Herbal Treatments by Covey H.C. (2008)

The Art & Practice of Spiritual Herbalism: Transform, Heal, and Remember with the Power of Plants and Ancestral Medicine by Rose K.M. (2022)

Indigenous authors & perspectives!!

Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants by Kimmerer R.W. (2015)

Gathering moss by Kimmerer R.W. (2003)

The Plants Have So Much To Give All We Have To Do Is Ask by Siisip Geniusz M. (2005)

Our Knowledge Is Not Primitive: Decolonizing Botanical Anishinaabe Teachings by Djinn Geniusz W. (2009)

Ancient Pathways, Ancestral Knowledge: ethnobotany and ecological wisdom of indigenous peoples of northwestern North America by Turner N. (2014)

A Taste of Heritage: Crow Indian Recipes and Herbal Medicines by Hogan Snell A. (2006)

Medicines to Help Us by Belcourt C. (2007)

After the First Full Moon in April: A Sourcebook of Herbal Medicine from a California Indian Elder by Grant Peters J. (2010)

Latin american herbalism works!!

Earth Medicines: Ancestral Wisdom, Healing Recipes, and Wellness Rituals from a Curandera by Cocotzin Ruiz F. (2021)

Hierbas y plantas curativas by Chiti J.F. (2015)

Del cuerpo a las raíces by San Martín P.P., Cheuquelaf I. & Cerpa C. (2011)

Manual introductorio a la Ginecología Natural by San Martín P.P.

🌿This is what I have for now but I’ll update the post as I find and read new works, so keep coming if you wanna check for updates. Thank you for reading 🌿

[onlybeeewrites]

Music of The Night

Requested: sort of :)

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader

Warnings: none, just some fluff

Word count: 1.63 k

Part 3 of the Valley Song Series: Part 1 -> Part 2

Tag list: @v-love @stinkii-boii

It had been a few days since that day at the lake. It was an amazing rest of the day as you and Sejanus spent a whole more underneath that tree, talking. You learned a lot about each other in those few hours as the conversation came almost too easy.

You had learned a lot about Sejanus. He was not just any Capital boy that volunteered to be a Peacekeeper, but he used to be...is...from the Districts too. District 2 to be specific. You learned that his family became stupid rich after the war, bought their way out of District two. Though you had to admit to yourself that it was impressive, to have so much money. To have enough to buy your way into the Capital. You honestly never thought someone could have so much money.

And then he told you about the Capital, how he never really felt right there. That he felt so helpless. Especially with the Hunger Games. His disgust with the inhumane treatment of the tributes. And that was why he was there. To actually make a change, and you watched his eyes light up as he told you his hopes of becoming a medic.

It was then when you had realized that Sejanus Plinth was like no other boy you had ever seen nor spoke to. His words the passion behind them all, the genuine meaning behind his eagerness. Sejanus Plinth was too good for the cruelness of the Capital, of Panem.

And as you told him about yourself, Sejanus thought the same thing of you. You had told Sejanus a similar story that Lucy Gray had told Coriolnaus when they were speaking about thier background.

How you all traveled around the districts performing before the Peacekeepers came. Your parents spoke up along with Lucy Gray's and within minutes they were all shot. Leaving all seven of you orphans.

You, of course, always gave everything to Maude Ivory, your little sister while Lucy Gray kept look out for you.

You told Sejanus about your performances, how they were when Lucy Gray was gone, and how happy you all were to see her come home. You spoke about how you did not quite like the front stage like your sister and cousin. You had much preferred the backup.

Lucy Gray had been trying to get you to be more confident with your voice and performances, you were absolutely lovely after all.

And by the end of the day, while the summer heat was cooling and you all packed up and made your way back to the Seam, you and Sejanus were truly and quickly smitten. Even Maude Ivory was teasing as the Covey and the two peacekeepers split off for the night.

Though now it had been a few days since then, and you haven't seen nor heard much from Sejanus. Though you couldn't blame him since you knew they always were rough on the new peacekeeper. You were sure that he would show up at one of your shows at some point.

However, what you weren't expecting, was a soft few knocks on your old creaky home. You and Lucy Gray were the only ones awake at such a late hour.

You usually couldn't sleep, at least not easily, and Lucy Gray's nightmares from the arena made it difficult for her too. So usually, as of lately, you both would keep each other company until your eyes grew droopy.

You shared a concerned look with Lucy Gray. Who could be here at such an hour? It was late and most of the District would be asleep by now, especially where they lived. The only ones who would be awake would be the peacekeepers that would be out on patrol.

Swallowing nervously, Lucy gray got to her feet and brushed off her skirt before slowly peeking out the door. You watched as her body relax and a grin on her face with what you could see.

Hushed whispers were exchanged, though you couldn't place your finger on it. That was until Lucy Gray nodded, and left the door open just a crack.

"It's for you. Here," she said passing you your mother's old cardigan before shoving you to the door. "Be careful, don't be out too late." she teased.

You looked to your cousin in confusion as you slipped on the old faded cardigan and made your way to the door. "Lucy Gray what are you doing? Its too-" but you stopped in your tracks as you finally see who it was at the door.

"Sejanus..." you said, feeling your face heat up as you softly shut the door behind you. As you look him over, you notice his peacekeeper's uniform, his rifle slung on his shoulder. He must have been on patrol...did he come all this way to see you? The thought of it made your face heat up.

"Y/N.." Sejanus said quietly, softly, shifting where he stood as he was able to finally see you again. Though it took some convincing of Coryo to allow him to sneak off for a little while, it was well worth it to see your beautiful face in the cool moonlight. Just the thought made his stomach flutter.

"I wanted to see you. They've been on our asses about training and patrolling....but I just wanted to see you again. I saw the light in your window and hoped you were awake. I was wondering if you wanted to have a late night picnic with me...if you're not too tired." he asked.

And that's when you noticed the little rucksack he had tucked away. It wasn't much, you couldn't imagine he was able to sneak much out. Unless he had already prepped and stashed it away somewhere. But the thought that he had come all the way out there to ask you to a midnight picnic made your face flush.

"Of course. How can I say no to that? C'mon," You say after a moment, a large grin spreading over your face. You took his larger hand in yours and tugged him off to the meadow.

There was close enough to return home if needed, but still allowed you both to have some privacy.

"How's this?" you asked.

And what a sight it was. The full moon was shining down over the field, reflecting off of the flowers and some dew drops already forming.

Sejanus smiled and nodded, "It's perfect," he said as you two settled down. He placed his rifle off to the side, though still in reach. Just in case. And once you settled he untied he cloth and residing were his mother's cookies. Your eyes widened as you looked up to him.

"How did you mange to get some of these?" You ask excitedly, picking up one of the cookies and taking a deep inhale. "Smells amazing." you say before taking a bite and letting out a satisfied sound. "Hmm...taste amazing too,"

Sejanus laughed as he took a cookie himself, "My Ma made them. She likes to bake, always has. And she likes to send them to me. Reminds me of home." he explained as he took a bite.

Your eyes and expression softened, "Well," you said after chewing, "My compliments to Mrs. Plinth. my favorite baker in all of Panem," you declared.

Sejanus couldn't help but smile, "I'll write to her and let her know she has a fan," he mused before the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

The sounds of the nightlife continued to fill the air as the minutes passed. The sound of the wind and soft chirping of the crickets filled most of the silence. Some birds, maybe some owls called out into the late night.

"Thank you for this. It was awfully nice of you," you said after a little while.

Sejanus smiled and nodded, looking over at you. "Of course. I wanted to do something nice. I don't exactly always have the time but....you're worth making time for." he said.

That caused you to flush and glance at him, admiring him in the moonlight as well. The way the silvery beams reflected in his brown eyes, making them almost shining. And the way he was looking at you...damn the way he was looking just made you want to kiss him.

Sejanus swallowed nervously as he stared back at you. The way the moonlight was shining in your eyes and hair, he swore he had never seen someone so beautiful. Slowly he reached up, using his thumb to brush away some crumbs that settled on your lips.

It was now or never.

"Y/N....can I..." Sejanus barely got the words out before you almost too eagerly nodded. He took a nervous breath before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

You let out a small sigh as your eyes fluttered closed, slowly wrapping your arms around him to keep him close. The feeling of his lips sent butterflies to your stomach, electricity through your skin as his lips fit rather perfectly against your own.

It had be a dream the way it was all happening. You had never thought that you would feel this kind of emotion again...not after...him at least. But here you were, kissing he cutest boy in all of the Districts.

The two of you pulled back once you felt that burning in your lungs, needing some air. And you did, though you pressed your foreheads together keeping each other close. You looked up adoringly into his eyes before you both started just laughing as you both realized what had happned.

It was almost too perfect as the two of you sat here for a little longer, enjoying your time together, listening to the symphony that played through the trees for you.

[boarwinds]

What can you tell us about the Snowbaird kids in your First Lady AU?

Glad u asked.

So everything that happens in the movie happens except coryo doesn't say "3 is enough for me" until after they've reached the cabin where they've just unknowing conceived their twins. He says this while they're both lying in bed n that's where that whole "who's the third" conversation happens. Coryo hunts her n she escapes w a non lethal bullet wound that def leaves a scar.

CS goes back to the capitol n goes on to be president at age 23. LG gets pretty far n struggles to survive on fruits, nuts, etc,, she's definitely not a hunter. It makes sense her period doesn't come as she hasn't been eating, sleeping, basically living right but what makes her sneak back to 12 is her growing stomach. She connects the dots. The covey help set her up at the cabin or somewhere only the covey know bc the mayor is still looking for her. She gives birth to twins, first a girl then a boy which came as a surprise. Theyre both tiny w the boy even more so but they make it.

I'm gonna headcanon one of the covey knowing how to hunt n they teach the kids when they're little, LG also learns. Think of the 2 kids from wolf children, that's how her kids are. Theyre so curious abt district 12 n wanna see where their aunts n uncles leave off to but they also follow their mom's orders like it's gospel so they never venture too far except for one time they try to hunt a small boar to bring back to LG. Obv shit goes awry, girl twin gets a head injury from protecting her brother which leaves a scar n boy twin is crying in hysterics. They rush to 12 to get help n this is what leads to LG's capture.

So as for their personalities:

Girl twin: imagine coriolanus if he was raised district w just his loving mother. Will commit all types of wrong for the right thing. Let's just say if it weren't for LG being her moral compass she has potential to be worse than CS. Like her brother she inherited her mother's natural charisma n charm but she can be like her father n use it for manipulative purposes. She's fiercely protective of LG n her little siblings, v much a katniss type. Shes quiet n observant, more introverted. Unlike her parents she doesn't have much interest in pretty things, for her practicality over everything. Both LG n CS want to spoil her w pretty gowns, accessories, makeup, whatever she wants but she dresses plainly (if thats possible w aunty tigris designing all her clothes) most of the time. It doesn't hide her beauty, she's gorgeous the same way her father is.

Her relationship w her father is strained. She knows he did smth to hurt her mother, she's never seen LG be so cold to anyone no matter how civil she tries to be, she's immediately weary. CS sees her scar n offers to have it removed but LG always talked abt how scars told stories n hers would tell of her bravery n love for her brother so she's offended by his offer. She hates how she can't deny her parentage LMAO she may as well have been asexually reproduced by him.

Boy twin: LG if she reincarnated in a physical copy of CS. Is ambitious about becoming a beloved singer songwriter the way CS was ambitious abt becoming president. He's a bit more sheltered bc his sister n LG babied him but he's absolutely not a doormat, hes the type to gracefully disrespect u n u wont realize until ur overthinking in the shower. However if u disrespect his family, hes not afraid to serve up a little rat poison flavored drink. He'll have ppl eating out the palm of his hands n it won't even be on purpose. He's the extroverted twin who can win anyone over. LOVES luxury. Prob the one most transformed by living in the capitol but, his sweet boy personality may or may not be a persona. He sees w rose tinted glasses more than his sister so he ADORES his father at first meeting. The concept of a father is new to him n he's only his father's son, he loves having new fancy things.

3rd baby: 3rd girl is not exactly planned but not unplanned either. She's born in the capitol. Twin girl's current favorite sibling bc it's a baby n a girl. Also twin boy's current favorite sibling bc shiny new baby. LG's biggest baby so far. CS gets to name her bc LG got to name the first 2 (like she had a choice after being hunted down by him 🤡) who have covey names. He'll give her a v capitol name, had she been a boy she would've been Crassus. Haven't thought further abt her personality, for now she's just a baby.

X number of siblings in between: N/A for now

Final baby: takes after LG the most. Brown eyes, brown hair. Everybody's favorite, everybody's baby. They'd all individually burn down the capitol themselves for the final baby.

[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

[losingmymindrn]

✨c o v e y

H e a d

C a n n o n s✨

○•ʚĭɞ•○ Covey headcanons ○•ʚĭɞ•○

Barb Azure

Has saved every drawing that the covey kids made when they were little

Enjoys writing poems

Teaching Maude Ivory how to sew

Likes to decorate everything in vintage items

Taught CC how to braid his own hair

Teases the kiddos about their crushes if they have one she likes

Likes candles, but it has to be vanilla scented

Tam Amber

Has a secret partner

He likes anything quilted

He is very good at downing any liquor

He has birth marks on his hands

He likes to style his hair

Hes a mama's boy, so he's super close to Barb Azure

his favorite books are the Frog and Toad series

Lucy Gray

Writes in cursive

She has very low iron, she's always falling ir feeling faint

can't swim, still can't swim even after Coral came along

Certified clothing thief

She likes to go on long walks in field of flowers with Maude Ivory, Barb Azure and sometimes Coral

She draws a lot, mainly birds

Shes basically Snow White with all of the animals that come around her

Didn't go to school, Barb Azure taught her her to read and write

Clerk Carmine

He has a leaf/rock collection

he's very flashy and loves to show off any outfits he gets

He likes to roll down hills, even though Barb azure keeps scolding him for getting dirty every time

Was tempted to cut his hair after getting bullied by some other guys for it, but Tam Amber went after the guys and CC never had another problem

He likes making crafts

Maude Ivory

Very cuddly, she rarely sleeps on her own bed anymore

She insists that she can drink some liquor, but everyone of the covey won't let her

Likes sweet tea

Catches butterflies and names them before letting them back into the wilds

Is an excellent sewing student

Her grades aren't the best but she trying

One of the crowd's favorites

She's going to be taller than Lucy Gray, much to Lucy Gray's disappointment

I hope you enjoyed that spark😙

[uselessdevice]

LEAH WOODS.

FACECLAIM: Lea Seydoux (adult) / Anna Sophia Robb (teen) / Taliana Eliana Bateman (kid) AGE: 25-35. GENDER: Female. OCCUPATION: Verse Dependent : Kindergarten teacher / Nurse / Seamstress. SPECIES: Human. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. NATIONALITY: American. EYE COLOUR: Blue. HAIR: Wavy, blonde. HEIGHT: 5"6. SCARS: A deep crescent that runs from behind her left ear down to the base of her skull, but luckily can be covered by her hair. LANGUAGES: English / Dutch. ZODIAC: Cancer, 8th July. SKILLS & HOBBIES: Art / Cooking / Teaching / Childcare / Medical knowledge / Sewing / Gymnastics & Baton / Reading. MEDICAL: Infrequent seizures / Arachnophobia. CONNECTIONS: Rufus (brother).

BIOGRAPHY

The sole survivor of a car crash at just three months old, Leah was adopted by Emil and June Poyntz. She joined her older brother Rufus, who'd been adopted by the couple just a few years earlier, and at last it seemed that the family was complete. Living in El Paso, Texas, Leah's new life was full of love and happiness. For a while, at least.

When she was eight years old, strange things began happening in the house. Items moved around at night, were impossibly stacked in the kitchen. Birds and other animals seemed to die in the vicinity of their yard. Rufus became agitated, convinced that something terrible was going to happen. And one night, it did.

Leah was taken from her family home by an unknown force. There was no sign of forced entry, no evidence at all to point to an intruder. In a flash of bright light she was gone, witnessed only by her brother who'd been standing guard, unable to sleep.

A week after her abduction, Leah found herself alone, lost, away from home on the other side of the country. She didn't even know where home was, literally. All her previous memories were gone, other than her name. She ended up in the foster care system, trying to piece together a new life for herself and wondering what happened to her life before.

VERSES

Main A kindergarten teacher who has no idea that she was abducted by aliens as a child, but suffers infrequent seizures as a result of their experimentation.

1950's- closely affiliated with @hvbris Seamstress at a tailors shop in New York. She suffered the same fate as a child and was abducted, left with no memories of her home or family. Paranormal Click the link for info!

Wizarding World Click the link for info!

Jurassic World Click the link for info!

CSI Click the link for info!!

The Hunger Games Click the link for info!

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (Hunger Games) Click the link for info!

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes ; Covey Leah Ochre Baird was born just before dusk on a summer evening, the sky ablaze with orange tinted clouds. As part of the Covey troupe, she performs at the hob in District 12 alongside the others, playing the lyre and occasionally singing for the crowd alongside her little sister, Maude Ivory.

Marvel Leah's species was designed by the High Evolutionary with the aim to make them better than his last project, always better. With strength and durability to match Xandarians, he was pleased with the progress only for a short while before seeing imperfections everywhere in the batch of children he'd begun with. He ordered them destroyed. But a lab technician took pity on Leah, helping her to escape and join a Xandarian family who would hide her. One of the common defects of Leah's species was seizures.

Vampire Slayer Click the link for info!

[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

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THIS IS THE OLD SUBMISSIONS POST. UP TO DATE SUBMISSIONS CAN BE FOUND HERE

Sorted alphabetically by band. Please click through to original post to see full list. IF IT'S NOT ON THE LIST, PLEASE SUBMIT IT. NO BAND IS TOO NICHE. Multiple bands from the same media are permitted.

Putting this under the cut because it's getting too long!

0-9

4*town - Turning Red

A

About Gardens - ROGUEMAKER

The Ark - I Was Born For This

ABXY - Splatoon

Arno van Eyck - Disco Elysium

B

The Band With Rocks In It - Discworld

The Beets - Doug

The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton - The Mountain Goats

The Bettys - Phineas and Ferb

Black Stones (BLAST) - NANA

The Blues Brothers - The Blues Brothers

Bottom Feeders - Splatoon

Boys In The Sink - Veggietales

Boys Who Cry - Spongebob Squarepants

Boyz4Now - Bob's Burgers

Boyz 12 - American Dad

Bunk Bed Junction - No Straight Roads

C

Cheetah Girls - Cheetah Girls

The Clash At Demonhead - Scott Pilgrim 

The Covey - Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Crash & The Boys - Scott Pilgrim

D

Daisy Jones & The Six - Daisy Jones & The Six

Damp Socks - Splatoon

De Bois Band - & Juliet

Deep cut - Splatoon

DETHKLOK - Metalocalypse

Dedf1sh - Splatoon

Decibel Jones and the Absolute Zeros - Space Opera 

Dingoes Ate My Baby - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

DJ Octavio - Splatoon

DJ Stylbator - Samurai Jack

Dr Teeth and The Electric Mayhem - The Muppets 

Drive Shaft - LOST

E

Evar Orbus & The Galactic Jizz-Wailers/The Max Rebo Band - Star Wars

F

Fig and the Cig Figs - Dimension 20 Fantasy High

The Flaming Creatures - Velvet Goldmine

Fran-Shou-Shou - Zombie Land Saga

G

Gallifrey Academy Hot Five - Doctor Who 

Gem & The Scotts - Secret Life SMP

Gillion & The Tidestriders - Just Roll With It

Girls Dead Monster - Angel Beats

Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Grifters Bone - Magnus Archives 

H

Hatsune Miku - Vocaloid

Heaven Seventeen - A Clockwork Orange

The Hectic Glow - The Fault In Our Stars

Hex Girls - Scooby Doo

I

Ink Theory - Splatoon

J

Jem & The Holograms - Jem & The Holograms

Johnny Casino and The Gamblers - Grease

Josie & The Pussycats - Archie (Comic)

The Juicy Fruits - Phantom of the Paradise

Julie and the Phantoms - Julie and the Phantoms

K

Kessoku Band - Bocchi the Rock

Killer Boy Rats - Horrid Henry

The Killjoys - My Chemical Romance

L

Lacus Clyne - Mobile Suit Gundam Seed

Lady Parts - We Are Lady Parts

The Last Days - The Last Days

Lemonade Mouth - Lemonade Mouth

Leningrad Cowboys - Leningrad Cowboys

Lincoln Hawk - Gossip Girl

Little White Lie - Little White Lie

Loded Diper - Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Love Burger - Can't Hardly Wait

Love Händel - Phineas and Ferb

LumberZacks - Milo Murphy's Law 

M

Mad Gear & The Missile Kid - Danger Days, My Chemical Romance

Maxwell Demon & The Venus In Furs - Velvet Goldmine

The Mechanisms - The Mechanisms 

Milkcan - Um Jammer Lammy

The Misfits - Jem & The Holograms

Muppet Orchestra - The Muppets 

N 

Needy Beast - Hatchetfield

O

Octoplush - Splatoon

Old Gods of Asgard - Alan Wake

ok, kids - Andre and Karl

Off The Hook - Splatoon

P

Pink Slip - Freaky Friday

Plasmagica - Show By Rock

Proto Zoa - Zenon Sweep 

R

The Rainbooms - Equestria Girls

The Rats - Velvet Goldmine

RIP - Ruby Gloom

The Risky Fix-Ins - Buzzfeed Unsolved Franchise

The Rutles - All You Need Is Cash

S

Sadie-Killer & The Suspects - Steven Universe

Sadgasm - The Simpsons

SCÄB - Home Movies

Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles

Sev'ral Timez - Gravity Falls

Sex Bob-omb - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Sing Street - Sing Street 

Soundcheck - Odd Squad

Spinal Tap - This Is Spinal Tap

Squid Sisters - Splatoon

Squid Squad - Splatoon

The Stiff Dylans - Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging 

Sunset Curve - Julie and the Phantoms

The Superconducting Supercolliders - Designations Congruent With Things (Pacific Rim fanfiction)

T

The Three Lights - Sailor Moon

Trapnest - NANA

Turquoise October - Splatoon

V

The Vampire Lestat - The Vampire Chronicles

W

Wonderlands x Showtime - Hatsune Miku Colourful Stage/Vocaloid

The Wonders - That Thing You Do

Wyld Stallyns - Bill & Ted franchise

Wet Floor - Splatoon

w-3 (omega-3) - Splatoon

Y

Yoko & the Gold Bazookas - Splatoon

Z

Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders From Mars - David Bowie

[sparklebear11]

hi spark!! js wanted to ask where u think maude ivory (and more covey members if possible excluding lg since i asked v about her already) would fit into this grid!! im trying to draw every single tbosas character in a space, so ur opinions on which one fits them would help alot!!

(sorry I don't hv the time for the others I'm studying rn 😭)

[mmmmalo]

I don't fully know what to make of this but the fact that Roxy has a spiral on her head and spirals are Calliope's symbol makes me think the spiral serves the opposite function of the scratch/scars left on Cronus by Lord English, the Amporas serve as wizards on a similar way to the Lalondes, so while one is scratched by the Lord the other is like, spiraled by the Muse.

Another spiral I think of is of the trickster sucker, just bc Alt Calliope has control over the candy timeline that is represented by the spiraled candy, I don't know if the spirals are ever mentioned in text, but they feel like ominous symbols of Alt Calliope's surveillance over certain events and people to me now

Was this inspired by that post about the leftover spiral watermarks from the stock image host? This feels primed for Watsonian integration of that.

I'm not sure I agree with spirals being Calliope's symbol. Both of the cherubim have the Saw spirals on their cheeks until they predominate, and both Caliborn and alt-Calliope (the ones without spirals) suck red/green suns into the spiral of a black hole, fulfilling Callie's vision. The yellow spiral in which Callie hides contains the stage of Caliborn's masterpiece. Seems about even

Likewise I wouldn't call the lightning bolt Lord English's symbol... it has a strong association with wizards from the get-go (eg the little green W mustache coveys lightning going between Rose's finger, eventually begetting the Amporas' v/w quirks), it becomes an emblem of the scratch on Dave's record... it's intimately connected to the arrow ==>, that which embodies both the gap between panels and their positive connection. Jade seems to affiliate it with the spark of life, which she resents... I could see Cronus's scratches being analogous to the scratch of his session, insofar as they might indicate being marked for predation in some sense, but the lightning bolt doesn't strike me as bound to English.