#K-Ballads

[f-ngrl]

Kicako house

(Kid Wine, Jayci yucca, Pateko) released 2 songs with cozy winter videos with Dingo:

의류수거함 

사랑이 남긴 것들 (Feat. 한요한)

They also released their 2nd EP “Welcome to the Kicako House 2″ with 4 songs are the same cover as the first EP, but in snowy style:

Congrats to them on all the releases! 💕😊

[snowsinterlude]

omggg your fics deserves so much more attention they are so good , I love how you write coriolanus. what do you think about corio with a size kink, a girl thats so much shorter than him and on the more skinnier side giving him an ego boost because of how he could move her the way he wants ahh

omg i love this questiooonn!!!!!!! love them size kink girlies. truly. a kiss on your cheek for asking me that. love you!! i hope you like it!!

c.w: rough sex, size kink, dirty talk, tummy bulge, dumbification, praising, degrading and aftercare.

first of all, we need to understand that coryo is 6'0ft tall. which means, he's not gigantic, but near you?? man he looks like a building.

at first he was afraid to hurt you during intimacy, but seeing you squirm down his body as he hold both your arms and watches the small bulge on your stomach as he fucks you seems to flinch something inside him.

he turned out to be so rough. not as if you're complaining, though. you loved him. and you loved to see him being so eager to have his cock hitting your uterus and filling you with his size.

you gave him all the consent to be rough to you, but he always told you to feel free to stop him if he's hurting you in any way.

you loved him so much!! his cock fucking you dumb, making your thoughts a bunch of smeared numb images as he fucked you.

and he loved you even more, the way you boosted his ego through your words was terribly flattering for him.

"too big, too big!!" was the main thing you'd be squealing when he finally thrusted hard and deep inside you, his eyes focusing on your face and your body, so pretty, so small. he loves making a mess out of you. "coryo, please!!"

your words woke him up, his thrusts becoming steady and slow.

"what is it? is it hurting you, princess?" he asked, kissing your temple.

"n-no, please, keep going! i-i'm almost there!" you said, crying as he fucked every thought of your pretty head. "you're so big, please! it's s-so deep, so good, ah!"

and your words would always make him chuckle, his thumb softly rubbing your clit as he tortured you and get you over the edge. you could cum all he wanted, and he wouldn’t deny how much his ego seemed to be massaged by the thought of being so good that he could make you cum multiple times. he would fuck you in every human possible position, and his favorite would still be missionary, cause everytime your eyes looked into his you would be blurting out a bunch of "fuck, i love you! coryo, pleease! i love you, too much!" and he loved you too, don't worry.

"god, you're such a slut." he said, groaning as he frowned at the sight of your hand resting on the bulge on your stomach, he felt so good. too good. too deep. too fucking good. and you would always let him know that. "who'd know such a pretty girl could make the dirtiest sounds?"

being called a pretty girl, a dirty whore, a dirty princess, a beautiful slut, always seemed to get a raise out of you, and you, of course, would cry on his cock, crying until he came and pulled out of you.

aftercare would be the sweetest time ever, he would help you bathe cause you would always be too fucked to have a quick bath, there was a time he found you sleeping on the bathtub, and even if he found it cute, he didn’t want you to be sick afterwards, so he started bathing with you, washing your hair and cuddling with you as you slept peacefully on his chest.

[slaymitchabernathy]

Terrible & Tall

Coriolanus Snow might be a terrible man capable of terrible things, but at least he’s tall.

And he loves being taller than her.

He didn’t realize what he had was considered a “size kink” until he’d heard one of his friends talking about. It was the perfect way to describe it.

He loves towering over her, knowing that he can always look over her shoulder, grab what she needs from the biggest shelf. He thinks it’s so fucking cute how she has to get up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.

But it’s not just his height that he loves. It’s the fact that he’s just bigger than her. He supposes some of it stems from his need to protect her from the dangers of the world.

Panem is a dangerous place after all.

Knowing he can easily shield her body with his own comforts him and it’s something he’d do without question.

But he loves being able to lay on top of her body, completely deadweight and know that she physically can’t move him. His muscle mass trumps her, his body weight also trumps her. He’s simply stronger.

She likes it too. Likes when he comes up behind her and wraps his big strong arms around her body, easily picking her up. Picking her up is probably his favorite thing to do. Whether it be sexual or playful he always wears a smirk.

If he’s being playful then he’ll spin her around, listen to her giggle as she chides him and whines to be put down. Even though they both know she doesn’t want to be put down. And heaven forbid her feet ever hurt from walking in those heels. Coriolanus has scooped her up one too many times, slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing.

If he’s being sexual then it’s an entirely different story. He loves picking her up when she’s being a little brat. She might think she has the upper hand and for the most part he lets her think that. But when it’s time to teach her a lesson he wastes no time in grabbing her by the waist, ignoring her jabs or kicks.

He’ll throw her onto the bed, his body on top of hers in an instant, holding her down with his sheer body weight. She’ll try to push herself up, get him off her back but they both know she can’t. He’ll bite the shell of her ear while he chuckles, “You know you can’t fight back doll,” he’ll say, wrapping his large hands around her small waist.

That’s another thing he loves. How big his hands are. She loves his hands. Loves holding them, loves playing with them and the rings he wears. But she loves them the most when they’re buried in her cunt. The way they stretch her out makes her let out the sweetest sounds. She can’t get enough.

He likes wrapping his hands around her neck, watching her eyes get that far away look in them, nearly glazing over. He also likes grabbing her waist, in public it’s to keep her close to him, can’t have her wandering off. He’ll do it at galas, letting everyone know she belongs to him.

In the bedroom it’s a bit different. If she’s riding him— a rare occasion — he’ll wrap both hands around her waist to gain back some control, set the pace she’s going at. If she’s lying on her back then he loves to grab her waist while he pounds into that sweet little cunt of hers, squeezing it harder when he gets close. When he fucks her from behind he grabs her waist and pulls her tight cunt back onto his cock over and over again until she’s crying.

His cock is large too. Something he’s quite proud of. He loves watching her take it over and over again, knowing she can’t do anything about it. She has to be his good girl. He loves watching her eyes get teary after so many rounds, her cunt so sore but yet so willing to take it. When he fucks her from behind he can see how tightly her walls wrap around him, barely able to take all of him. She’ll whine and cry about it, how she’ll be so sore in the morning.

He loves it most when he fucks her stupid. She loves it too. Loves when he’s grabbing her waist and pounding into her so fucking hard that she can’t even spell her own name. He loves fucking her while she’s on her back, getting to see her little face so dumb with pleasure. He’ll smirk when he sees her stomach bulging and make her watch it. She gets so flustered whenever she sees it. He’ll tease her, taunt her, all while pulling her back onto his cock over and over again.

“So pretty for me baby. You like being on my cock? Aren’t you my good girl, taking it so well? Look how dumb you already look, all you can think of is me hmm? This is where you belong, stuck on my cock, taking my cum like the good fuckdoll you are. You’re gonna give me one more right? Gonna lie there and take it.”

He loves how perfectly she fits into him. Fits into his lap, his hands, his arms, his hold.

They’re both aware that he isn’t perfect. That his temper gets the best of him and then him being so big isn’t fun for her anymore. It’s hard to fight back against someone twice your size. All she can do is lie there and take it until he’s gotten his frustrations out.

Then he’ll try to be kind. Be gentle. A gentle giant.

Coriolanus Snow is anything but gentle.

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[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."

[scandalouslamb]

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes & "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas"

wikipedia/tbosas movie/"the ones who walk away from omelas"/tbosas ch. 28-30/excerpt from an undergrad essay i wrote

Notes:

In no way is the Games necessary for the Capitol in the same way allegorical's Omelas' suffering child is for that city, but the idea of The Ones Who Walk Away at the end of that short story always sticks with me. in my interpretation, they're going "towards a place even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness" is them pursuing a place where people can be happy and no one has to suffer. Maybe, it doesn't exist, but it's worth a look, right?

Also I know the image that tbosas leaves us isn't of people walking away, but... they want to... they want to so bad that I am counting it.

[jlalafics]

Lucy Gray Baird slipping a snake down Mayfair's back is a total mood.

[lizbuns]

Katnis and peeta 🤍🥺

[kateeorg]

I swear, the number of dead musical teen characters these days could populate their own high school

[moreespressoformydepresso]

I just wrote the saddest TBOSAS mini-AU ever in my notebook cuz I was at the beach all day without computer and a nearly-dead phone and now it’s one of the best things I’ll ever written but it’s already 10 whole pages and I don’t wanna type it all into my computer to post so I’m torn between seeing this as written just for me and the three people I’m secure enough with to show my chickencrawl of a handwriting or as an absolute waste of time and effort…

[sspextkr]

tbosas characters/k-12

part 1 - coriolanus snow

[f-ngrl]

only comfy yucca and wine playlists for a comfy sunday alone

[zaynes-bakery]

We're ready for our K-drama debut 😎

[xthecaptainssaviorx]

new clips of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (2023)

[makaroonies]

Intrusive thoughts about going out with dildos shoved inside my holes and bullet vibrators on my coit and nipples. Please make it happen.

[haveyouheardthisband]

[scandalouslamb]

any hcs about felix when he was a kid? i'm curious lol

Hmm... See the problem is I don't know how much of my fics, you've read, anon, so I feel like I'm danger of repeating things you might already know. I feel like a lot of my headcanons get sprinkled across all my fics lol. Some of this might be familiar if you're familiar with my fics.

Thanks for the ask! (HCs below cut)

He was orphaned during the the beginning of the war at age 4 (going on 5)

He's raised in the Presidential Palace by President Ravinstill (whose pretty distant because that man has baggage)

He has two living cousins who are over 10 years older than him, Marius and Gnaeus. He isn't particularly close with either of them.

He doesn't remember much of his parents (or the rest of the large, dead extended family I gave him) as he grows older which is part of what reinforces the distance between him, his cousins, and his great-uncle.

To grieve with Felix would require them to remind him of what he's lost which would rip open wounds for the rest of them that are just beginning to try and heal. In the middle of a war, those three don't have the emotional energy. Once the war's ended, they all feel like it's too late.

He was homeschooled for the duration of the war, and doesn't join the rest of the kids until he's 8 going on 9 (around the time the war ends)

Being a Ravinstill offers him amount of confidence in social interactions. He believes that he's owed a certain amount of respect from his peers

He also offers a certain amount of respect back, but he can come across as rather patronizing

He doesn't actually pull rank (saying his great-uncle is the president or that his family is more prestigious). He expects people to to treat him that well without a reminder, and when they don't, he believes he's failing to fall into his idealized view of what a Ravinstill should be.(I weirdly think about John Locke's social contract when I think about Felix's views of his interpersonal relationships. Ravinstills are great, and everyone should want to be our friends! If they don't want to be mine, maybe I'm not doing it right? Maybe, I should be overthrown I'm not a worthy Ravinstill?)

For most of his childhood, he isn't really able to tell the difference from doing what he thinks he should and doing what he actually wants to do

Felix is jealous that Gaul can get his great-uncle's full attention so easily, and he develops a bit of a grudge against her from a young age. Plenty of other officials can get the president's attention more than Felix, but he's sensitive to how his distant father figure interacts with others and can see the president will pull his attention away from other matters if Gaul speaks.