“Does That Young Lady Know Mr. Darcy?” Elizabeth Coloured, And Said, “A Little.” “And Do Not

why is his “bye” so sassy 😭

BOY TF I DIDNT NOTICE THIS, WHAT ELSE AM I MISSING????😭🙏🤭

BOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA

perturbed.

MDNI — 18+ only.

academy!coryo x virgin!reader

summary: in which you and coryo in your relationship reach the point where you want to try sex for the first time — yet it doesn’t go very well.

warnings: p in v, smut, fingering, implied oral sex (f receiving), fluff, distressing theme, read at own risk.

“coryo!” you giggled, your head which was once thrown back now leaning down to cup his beautiful face up to yours, connecting his pillowy lips back onto yours. “—my parents are gonna be home soon, baby.”

“i don’t care,” he murmured. you smiled as you looked down at him, his lips tugging up into a small smirk as he leant down to place peppery kisses along your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulder.

laying in your cozy bed, legs tangled together, you and your boyfriend pawed at each other. your parents had left home a few hours ago, and could be back any minute. however, coriolanus would never let anything get in the way of having his girl, in his arms, with his lips on her.

his hand gently smoothed down your body, reaching your silk shorts, which fortunately granted easy access for his hungry hand to slip underneath. you whimpered at the feeling of his slender finger sliding ever so slowly up your already damp slit through your thin, lacy underwear. “already soaked for me, dove?” coryo whispered against your lips, before gently pulling your panties aside and pressing his thumb against your throbbing clit. an unsolicited moan left your lips. he pushed one of his fingers in, his thumb still slowly rubbing circles over your clit, causing spasms of pleasure through your body. his finger felt so good pumping in and out of you, and your back arched at his touch, your breasts pressing against his chest. the feeling made his rock-hard cock twitch in his boxers, which you felt against your thigh.

oh.

right.

his cock.

in your whole 5 months of dating, you had never really done anything with his dick. simply always throbbing against you whenever you did this. it was always him fingering you, eating you like his last meal, or rubbing your clit till you were on the brink of orgasm. not like you were complaining, of course — but you had nearly forgotten that he had needs too. you wanted - no, ached - to give him the same amount of pleasure he would grant you nearly every fortnight.

while moans left your lips as you neared your orgasm, your mind was still thinking on how you could repay him back. you could jerk him off? no, he deserved better than that. he probably did it every night anyway. you could suck him off? no, too scary.

your mind couldn’t really think of anything else due to your inexperience and, well, because of the second digit he had shoved in you. your mind landed on the last option you had in your love drunk mind.

sex.

your heart skipped a beat at that. nervousness, anticipation, lust. it wouldn’t be your biggest regret, if you ended up breaking up. you concluded. coryo, in your eyes, was a good, loving, and gentle boyfriend. and man. he took care of his cousin, grandma’am, and you. with a deep breath, you pulled your panting lips away from his.

“wait, coryo,” you murmured, looking up at him. he looked angelic in this moment. he hummed back, his eyes changing to concern at your sudden interruption, scanning your face for any discomfort. “i wanna try something.” you whispered.

“i think…” your voice was a small, delicate tone. your eyes watched your finger begin to trail down his abs slowly, too embarrassed on the inside to be making eye contact at this moment. “i think i’m ready. to… have sex.”

his fingers inside you stilled. pulling out of you, he rested the hand on your waist as he used his other to gently pull your chin up to look at him. you obeyed. the look in his eyes was genuine, a caring, comforting look in them. but you saw, behind the honest blue, the hint of primal hunger in them at the thought of fucking you senseless.

“baby… i… are you sure? 100% sure? you’re not pressured by me, right? don’t think you owe me anything, darling.” he assured you, pushing down the intruding thoughts of you bent over his sink as he railed you relentlessly. or your legs hooked over his shoulders as he looked into your eyes whilst abusing your pussy. the scenarios what would race through his mind at night whilst he fisted his cock savagely.

you shook your head, your forehead leaning forward to press against his as you look into his eyes. “no, i know. i want to, coryo. please. i… i need your cock.” you whined, your hips rolling against his extremely stiff dick through his strained boxers.

after a couple more reassurances, he finally was lined up against your cunt, and your heart was beating so fast you thought you were gonna implode. you should be feeling turned on. you should be still gushing at the anticipation of what was about to happen. so why do you feel scared?

coryo didn’t notice at first. he pushed in slowly, checking every second that you were okay. you simply nodded. you didn’t moan. you wanted to. you wanted to be scratching his back, screaming his name, bucking your hips up into his. but instead, you had tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

everything was muffled, seeming like it was going in slow motion around you. the sounds of his hips slapping against your skin was a distant memory — even though it was happening this very minute.

his grunts and dirty words which left his throat was unfamiliar. it didn’t feel real. the ringing in your ears grew louder and louder, and soon enough tears were streaming down your face.

coryo’s face was buried into the crook of your neck as he thrusted deeply, not realising the sudden blood around his cock inside of you. the way your chest heaved up and down quickly didn’t even occur to him that it was because you were writhing in pain — the whimpers and moans which left your lips was most definitely not of pleasure and the salty wisps of wetness coating your cheeks was not tears of pleasure. it was only the strangled sob of “stop,” that you don’t even remember leaving your mouth was the only thing that got him to look up. the sight of his face dropping and frantic words of worry he spoke wasn’t even audible to you. the feeling of the warm cloth he had gotten from the bathroom to clean up the blood was like having hypoesthesia against your numbness. you were detached from your soul — watching it all happen from above. third person. were you a narrator in your own world?

you were brought back when you felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he whispered nonstop apologies against your hair, his hands gently cradling you against his chest, in his lap as if you were a priceless china doll which would break if looked at the wrong way. an overwhelming sense of guilt washed over you, and you burst into tears.

it wasn’t meant to be like this. why can’t you get this perturbation out of your body?

Since we are on the topic of NSFW alphabets 👀 can I request one for my lord and saviour, Cregan Stark

Cregan Stark NSFW Alphabet

- Paring: reader/Cregan Stark

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Note: I've made two versions of it, pick one you like more. They are slightly different on purpose.

New (V1)

A - Aftercare

Cregan is incredibly attentive and caring. After a passionate encounter, he takes the time to ensure you're comfortable, bringing furs to keep you warm and holding you close, murmuring softly in your ear.

B - Body Worship

He adores your body and is unreserved in his praise, from tracing your curves with his rough hands to leaving reverent kisses along every inch of your skin.

C - Control

While he’s usually calm and measured, in the bedroom, Cregan loves taking control, guiding you with a firm but gentle hand. He enjoys watching you surrender to his authority, but he always respects your boundaries.

D - Dominance

Cregan is naturally dominant, exuding strength and confidence that makes you feel protected and desired. He’s never forceful but asserts his dominance in a way that leaves you breathless and eager.

E - Experience

As the Lord of Winterfell, Cregan has had to maintain an aura of restraint, but he is well-versed in the pleasures of the flesh. He knows exactly how to bring you to the edge and keep you there, savoring every reaction.

F - Favorite Position

He loves seeing your face as he makes love to you, so the classic missionary position is a favorite, allowing him to watch your expressions and kiss you deeply. He also enjoys taking you from behind, especially when you’re both caught up in the heat of the moment.

G - Grunts

Cregan is not overly vocal, but the deep, guttural grunts he lets out as he loses himself in you are incredibly arousing. He also growls your name when he’s particularly overwhelmed by pleasure.

H - Hair-pulling

He has a penchant for tangling his hands in your hair, tugging just enough to send shivers down your spine. It’s an expression of his desire and his need to feel connected to you.

I - Intimacy

Every touch and kiss from Cregan feels meaningful. He craves intimacy, seeking to connect with you not just physically but emotionally, his eyes never leaving yours as he brings you to ecstasy.

J - Jealousy

Cregan is possessive in a subtle, protective way. He doesn’t get overtly jealous but makes it clear that you’re his, with lingering touches and heated looks that leave no room for doubt.

K - Kinks

He has a few kinks, including dominance and restraint. He enjoys using his strength to hold you in place, making you feel helpless under his control in the most thrilling ways.

L - Love Bites

He loves marking you with love bites, especially along your neck and shoulders, places that are easily hidden but serve as a reminder that you belong to him.

M - Moaning

Cregan loves hearing you moan, each sound encouraging him to please you more. Your reactions fuel his desire, and he’s not shy about whispering dirty words to coax more sounds from you.

N - Night-time Sessions

The cold nights in Winterfell often lead to long, heated sessions. Cregan loves taking his time, exploring your body thoroughly, drawing out your pleasure until the early hours of the morning.

O - Oral

Cregan is a generous lover and delights in pleasing you with his mouth. He takes his time, savoring every taste and sound, holding your hips down as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure.

P - Pace

He knows when to take it slow and when to let loose. Cregan’s pace can be teasingly slow, building you up to a crescendo, or fast and hard, driving you both to the peak of pleasure with a primal urgency.

Q - Quickies

While he prefers taking his time, Cregan is not opposed to a quick, heated encounter in a secluded place, especially if the desire strikes suddenly. The thrill of getting caught only adds to the excitement.

R - Risk

He is careful with you but finds the thrill of a risky encounter—like taking you in his study or outside in the godswood—irresistibly arousing.

S - Stamina

Cregan’s stamina is impressive, thanks to his rigorous training as a warrior and lord. He can go for multiple rounds, ensuring your satisfaction long after you’ve both reached your peak.

T - Teasing

He enjoys teasing you, both with his words and his touches. He’ll bring you close to the edge, only to pull back, watching with a smirk as you beg him to let you finish.

U - Uninhibited

In the privacy of your chambers, Cregan is unrestrained. He lets go of the weight of leadership and immerses himself fully in the pleasure he finds with you, uninhibited and utterly devoted.

V - Voyeurism

He’s not particularly into watching others, but he does love watching you. The sight of you pleasuring yourself, whether it’s with his guidance or on your own, is enough to drive him wild.

W - Worship

Cregan worships you with a quiet intensity, his touch reverent as if you’re something precious. He believes you’re his equal, and his admiration for you is evident in the way he makes love to you.

X - X-Rated Talk

He’s not overtly dirty with his words, but he will whisper filthy things in your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he tells you exactly what he wants to do to you.

Y - Yearning

Cregan’s longing for you is palpable, especially after being apart. When he finally has you in his arms, he’s almost desperate, his kisses bruising and his touch demanding as he satisfies the yearning that’s built up.

Z - Zeal

His passion for you is boundless. Cregan approaches every intimate moment with a fervor that leaves you breathless, ensuring you never doubt how deeply he desires and loves you.

Old (V2)

A = Aftercare

Cregan is always attentive afterward, wrapping you in furs and holding you close as he whispers soft reassurances, making sure you're comfortable and cared for.

B = Body Part

He is particularly drawn to your hands, often intertwining his fingers with yours or holding them above your head during intimate moments, captivated by how they look against his larger ones.

C = Cum

Cregan loves watching the aftermath, the sight of your bodies slick with sweat and his release, a visual reminder of your shared passion.

D = Dirty Secret

Despite his stoic exterior, Cregan has a weakness for having you take control, loving when you whisper commands or tease him, guiding his actions.

E = Experience

Cregan is experienced but reserved. He learned from past encounters but prefers to focus entirely on you, adapting to your needs and desires.

F = Favorite Position

He loves taking you from behind, bent over with your back arched. It allows him to set a strong, steady pace and reach deep, his hands gripping your hips or your hair.

G = Goofy

Cregan's sense of humor shows through rare, quiet chuckles, particularly if you make a joke during an intimate moment. He loves seeing you smile and relax with him.

H = Hair

He enjoys it when you run your fingers through his hair, especially when he's deep between your thighs, your grip tightening as you lose yourself in pleasure.

I = Intimacy

Each encounter feels profound with Cregan, his intense gaze holding yours, as if he’s seeing and feeling every part of you, both physically and emotionally.

J = Jack Off

He prefers to wait until you're together, but on rare nights alone, he thinks of you, his hand fisted around himself as he remembers the feel of your body.

K = Kink

Cregan enjoys light bondage, particularly binding your wrists with leather or furs, leaving you at his mercy as he takes his time exploring every inch of you.

L = Location

The secluded woods or his private quarters in Winterfell are his favorite spots, where he knows no one will interrupt, and he can take his time.

M = Motivation

Your mere presence is enough to stir him, but seeing you in his furs or watching you move confidently through Winterfell makes him eager to claim you.

N = No

He draws the line at anything that would cause you harm or discomfort. Your trust and safety are his highest priorities.

O = Oral

Cregan is skilled and dedicated, relishing in the way you gasp and writhe under his mouth. He loves drawing out your pleasure, teasing you until you're begging.

P = Pace

He often starts slow and measured, building up the intensity until you're both lost in the rhythm, but he can be rougher if he knows you crave it.

Q = Quickie

While he prefers to take his time, he isn't above a quick, intense encounter if the moment strikes, pinning you against a wall or pulling you into a secluded corner.

R = Risk

Cregan is willing to take risks in private settings but would never jeopardize your reputation or safety in public.

S = Stamina

Cregan’s strength and endurance are exceptional, capable of going for hours if you wish, only stopping when you're both completely sated.

T = Toys

He’s open to experimenting with toys, particularly those that enhance your pleasure, finding satisfaction in seeing you overcome with sensation.

U = Unfair

Cregan can be a tease, withholding his touch or slowing his pace until you're pleading, his deep voice murmuring just how much he loves hearing you beg.

V = Volume

He’s usually quiet, the occasional growl or grunt escaping his lips, but your name is always spoken in a low, reverent tone when he reaches his peak.

W = Wild Card

Cregan has a possessive streak and occasionally marks your skin with bites and kisses, leaving reminders that you’re his.

X = X-Ray

He’s well-built, his physique reflecting the harsh Northern lifestyle, his body a map of strength and hard muscle, making each encounter a powerful experience.

Y = Yearning

Cregan often longs for you deeply, his eyes darkening with desire whenever you’re apart, his need for you an almost tangible force.

Z = ZZZ

He holds you close afterward, his arm wrapped around you as he falls asleep, his body a warm, protective presence throughout the night.

starting at 12am

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

sometimes i just think …

about a year since scream vi came out and oh oh when i say there’s something in the air i mean him

i want him to [REDACTED] my [REDACTED] and then [CAR CRASH] [EXPLOSION] [SIRENS] [SCREAMING] [DOGS BARKING] [BUILDING COLLAPSING] [TIRES SCREECHING] [MORE EXPLOSIONS] [LOUD METAL SOUNDS AHHHHH]

🤧🤧🤧🤧

Capture the Flag

luke castellan x reader

A/N: now that i'm writing for other fandoms, feel free to let me know if you only want to be on a hotd taglist. But now, please enjoy the strongest swordsman in camp halfblood

TW: MAJOR SMUT, slight bondage, rough smut, violence, lowkey dark(ish)!luke

word count: 1,699 words

You want Luke Castellan’s head speared on your sword.

It’s like you spend every minute preparing for capture the flag because of him. He spends every last minute of each game cutting down your teammates and stealing your flag, so now it’s time to change the tactic. You ditch your father’s usual battle advice of going for the kill and hope that defence is the best offence for once. You also pray that he will guide your sword anyhow. So there you stand, guarding your flag with two of your most vicious teammates. You dodge the blue team’s first attack that was supposed to draw you off. You may have a short temper but you aren’t stupid. And you’re more than pleased to see the look of surprise on Luke’s face as he approaches.

“Fucking Ares kids.” He grumbles, sword drawn.

“Were you not expecting me, Castellan?” You ask with a vengeful smirk.

He goes right for you. You’re the biggest threat there but he likes to think you’re not even close to his skill level. You would believe that the man plans to cut you down and then your teammates. He always aims for the glory of it all.

“How’s your team gonna get our flag if you’re here?” He asks as he makes the first swing. It’s much better to start off on offence and he’s the one coming at you.

“Who cares. When you’re done, so is your team.” You block him, hating to be on defence but he’s too quick.

“Gods, you didn’t plan ahead of that? There really isn’t anything in that pretty little head of yours, is there? Other than rage of course.”

  You’re a hothead. He knows it. You know it and it doesn’t take much to rile you up. When you’re riled up, you get sloppy. At this point, you don’t care if he guts you, you go for the little fucker’s ankles. You’re actually surprised when he stumbles from blocking your attack. It’s a stupid mistake, especially for him. Though, you aren’t going to let a chance like this slip by. You keep pushing him back, trying to leave him no chance to think in between swings. He trips over a log behind him, the sword falling from his hand. He has no chance now, not on the ground and you won’t be letting him get up.

“Who’s the idiot now?” 

He looks at you as you approach slowly, taunting him. He then grabs his sword and makes a break for it. You’re too shocked to even keep him down.

What the fuck.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Luke Castellan run from a fight. Not in your 4 years at camp. So you chase after him.

He’s fast, faster than you but you push yourself. He trails away… and away. Then you lose him. 

“Godsdamnit!” You scream into the woods as you jog around where you last saw him. 

You know you can’t stray for long if you’re not fighting Luke so you turn to make your way back to the flag. That’s when he jumps out at you with his sword swinging. You barely have time to block and it puts you off your balance. He swings at you again and again. You fall as you continue to block the merciless strikes. You’re practically holding your sword in the air and hoping for the best. The best doesn’t come as the weapon flies from your hand. He descends on you, straddling your waist as he holds the blade to your throat. He’s smirking.

“You don’t try nearly hard enough.” He says to you. “I know you’re not very clever but hades, my teammates probably already have the flag over the barrier.” 

That’s when you realize how easily you were deceived. Luke didn’t run from you because you bested him; he ran to draw you off. It was a pathetically simple plan and it worked. The heat rises to your cheeks from humiliation. He grabs your two hands and pins them above your head, his grip gentle but also firm.

“I’ll put you in your grave.” You spit out at him.

“Will you now? While I have you essentially restrained?” He’s clearly amused.

You struggle beneath him with all your force but all you manage to do is roll your hips against him, earning a groan from the man. You feel it too, the burning ache between your thighs. You want him. Worse yet, he wants you.

“Let me up.” 

“No. I think you quite like how I have you pinned to the ground.” He smirks.

“You’re delusional.”

“You’re wet.”

He slips a knee between your thighs and rubs it against your clothed pussy. It takes everything in you not to whimper.

“S-Stop.” You stutter out.

“Make me.” He murmurs, continuing to make you grind down on his knee as he leans down and forces you into a hot kiss. You hate how you kiss back, so hungry for him. Your mind is clouded with lust for a moment before you realize the advantage he is giving you. You never technically conceded.

As swiftly as you can, you wrap your free leg around his waist and use your whole strength to throw him off you, startling him enough to free your hands.

“You bitch.” He groans as you jab him in the stomach to try and give yourself enough time to grab your sword but it doesn’t work. He grabs you by the ankle and yanks hard. You slam to the ground right on your stomach. He moves to restrain you by sitting on your thighs so you can’t move your legs and holds your hands behind your back. You clearly didn’t consider how inevitably stronger he is than you.

“Shit.” You whine. His hold isn’t nearly as gentle this time.

“That was a cheap fucking shot.” He says cruelly. He’s pissed now.

“Fuck you. Castellan!” Gods it goes straight to his dick when you call him by his last name. He grips your hair with his free hand and pulls back hard so you have to look at him. You whine again at the sharp pain.

“You just can’t play fair, can you, princess? Maybe I won’t either then.”

 He drops your head and you hear him rustling with something. You realize it’s his belt when you feel the leather against your wrists. He’s binding you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is full of rage but to him, you just sound petulant. 

 “What you need.” Is his simple answer.

He shifts down so he sits, or rather kneels, with your legs between his. He’s amused by your renewed writhing as an attempt to escape. It is pitiful really. Oh well, he’ll have you writhing for a different reason soon enough.

His fingertips glide across your waist, to your hips and then to your thighs, causing your back to arch upwards slightly, your stomach dipping. He brings his lips down to your ear, his voice is deep and lustful as he says, “Your body seems to know what it wants.”

“I’ll kill you.” You promise.

“Oh, i’m sure you will. But right now, you fucking belong to me.” He yanks on your hair again so you have to look at him and your eyes water from the pain. “I think you like me hurting you.” His other hand slips between your thighs to rub your clit and you let out a strangled moan. “For a girl who is so controlling, it’s interesting how badly you enjoy me manhandling you.”

He yanks your pants down and slips your helmet under your hips so your ass stays high in the air with your chest to the ground.

“This is fucked up.” You say.

“You love it. Your panties are soaked.” And he’s completely right. You’ve never been so turned on before but not a lot of men are as strong and good-looking as Luke Castellan.

He pulls your panties down and groans at the sight of your dripping pussy. He begins to palm himself through his pants and unzips them. “You have about three seconds to tell me if you don’t actually want this.”

You are silent and he chuckles. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

Before you can even prepare yourself or form a thought, his fat cock is shoved inside of you, splitting you open.

“Ah, Luke!” You moan at the pain and pleasure.

“Gods, this is the tightest little pussy i’ve had.” He begins to fuck in and out of you relentlessly, giving you no time to adjust. “Yeah, you’re good for me now, baby. Such a good little cocksleeve.” He punctuates his last words with hard thrusts, the head of his cock bullying into you each time.

All you can do is repeat his name like a mantra as you get pounded on the forest floor by the strongest swordsman in camp. It’s even worse as he begins to rub your clit again, sending you so close to the edge.

“Never gonna have enough of you after this.” Luke murmurs as he feels you squeezing around him. “My good girl.” 

That’s what sends you tumbling over the edge, bringing Luke with you as you do. He never could’ve kept going, not with the way your walls were squeezing around him. He pulls out almost instantly so he can watch his cum spill out of you. He doesn’t wipe it. He just pulls your panties back on and fixes the both of you up. You’re thoroughly spent, he can tell by the way you pant as he releases your wrists.

“You okay?” He asks as he helps you sit up. He grabs your hands so he can kiss the marks on your wrists. After all you’ve done, that’s the act that makes you blush furiously. 

“Um, yeah.” You breathe out.

“I’ll be nicer next time, I promise. Somebody just had to put you in your place first.” He grins wolfishly.

“Next time?” 

That’s when you hear the horn. The blue team has won again.

He pecks a kiss to your cheek. “Time to claim my kleos.” He says cockily before jogging off to meet his team.

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