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Sith obiwan and his apprentice

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[puffleyia]

Cruel is Just a Thing You Do || Dark!Leon Kennedy

Dark!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader || 4.3k words

Warnings: HEAVY dubious/non con, implied recreational drug use, unprotected sex. stockholm syndrome.

Summary: You tried to escape, and it was too late when you realized that you fucked up. Badly. As Leon inevitably drags you back into captivity, there’s nothing else you can do but accept your inevitable fate.

This fic is also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/73564396

Author’s Notes: Hello! Dumping all my draft fics/unpolished fics before I make new ones lol. Also this is fic is sort of a character study on Leon.. especially with his fixation on saving others. So I wanted to see/envision what it would be like if Leon had the wrong coping mechanisms/was not as nice as he is in the current verse! This has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, so I wanted to finally post it.. even if it is kinda half-baked. Enjoy!! ^^ he is pathetic here. I love it.

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Leon’s love life was pretty fucked. Scratch that. His entire life was pretty fucked.

Before you, he was hung up on Ada coming back from his mission in China at the time. But hey, it wasn’t anything a little booze couldn’t fix. Eventually coming to his senses, he told himself that yeah, maybe chasing the same woman hopelessly for 14 years wasn’t the best idea. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him back, but things between them were just too complicated.

Eventually, he moved on. Roughly a year or two later, a few months before being forced to fight against Arias, he met— well, more like saw you. It was like he fell in love all over again, he had to have you. He stalked you for a bit, eventually drugged you up, took you home and one year later you’re still here. 

Until you escaped. Or tried to. You were back before you knew it.

As soon as you gradually rouse from unconsciousness, the feeling of your heart sinking to your stomach is instant. Your head’s throbbing, your body barely able to move and sickeningly relaxed. Memory’s all fogged up, too, barely being able to piece together what happened during your attempted escape. Images flicker in your head like a broken film reel.

You recall the smell of the dew on damp grass, the breeze of the wind hitting you as your hair flowed in its direction, the moonlit night and the soft hum of the crickets. 

One year, two months, three weeks and five days. 

You kept count. You don't know the date, though. When you’d ask about it, you wouldn’t get an answer anyway, but you assume it’s around some time in February. As if there were anything better to do anyway than to count your days, but if you were good enough you at least got to watch some TV once in a while. 

You haven’t seen the outside ever since you have been held captive here. The calling of freedom was right there, in your grasp and then everything turned black– now you're back here. You failed. The mocking voice echoes in your head.

The cold metal of the shackles, the soft silky sheets against bare skin, the way your body sinks in the mattress, the familiarity of the sensations only taunts you further. You struggle opening your eyes as if weights were stuck on each of your eyelids. Managing to squint, you find that the bedroom is pitch dark. 

It wasn’t for long though, the door creaked open and your eyes were blinded by the light flooding in from the other room. Still feeling the adverse effects of whatever sedative Leon gave you, your vision is at best coloured blobs that blur into one another. Though, you can faintly make out the silhouette of the man standing by the door frame. 

“Are you awake yet, sweetheart?” 

The soft rumble of his voice fills the room and rings your ears. You vaguely hear the flick of a switch, your hunch was validated as the floor lamp lit up dimly. Squirming against the restraints, albeit not that intense you still wince at the sudden brightness that shrouded your eyes, shutting them as they struggled to adjust to the light.

His footsteps echo louder and louder as you hear him get closer, you know he’s beside you as soon as the subtle shift in weight of the mattress as you feel it dip when he sits down. You furrow your brows as the dull ache in your head worsens. “How’s your head? Ketamine’s one hell of a drug, huh? Last time I used that on ya was when I took ya home last year, baby.”

He says casually, as if drugging someone were a completely normal thing to do. Though you knew he was some sort of high ranking agent in the government, you weren’t surprised if he did find it normal. The government’s got all kinds of fucked up shit they’re hiding anyway. You try to mumble something as you tear up and frown, though it ends up incoherent. 

“You trying to say something, hm?” He says, caressing your cheeks gently as he swipes a few tears off your cheek with his thumb. “Shh, don’t cry now, puppy. What’re you tryna say? I need ya to speak up for me.” He says in an oddly comforting tone. You open your eyes slightly, the blur lessening as you can faintly make out his face. He looks almost guilt stricken.

“Was so close,” you mutter and sob as you begin to shiver at the cool air on your clothless body, struggling to move with your restraints. It wasn’t comforting like the wind outside when you got out, it was just another reminder that you failed. “I wanna go,” you slur, the ketamine still coursing through your veins. “You know I can’t let you do that, sweetheart,” Leon replies, as he covers you with a soft blanket and leans in to press his lips against yours. You flinch, but physically unable to do anything to stop him.

He notices how uncomfy you look against those straps. He hates it when you’re hurt, but he also reminds himself of how you tried to leave him. Still, he was weak when it came to you. He felt bad enough, so instead he grabbed the ankle chain. It’s the one he typically keeps you in. He had it built into the wall, long enough so you can reach and roam comfortably around the bedroom and the bathroom attached to it. He cuffs it onto your right ankle, and unstraps your hands and feet afterwards.

You hated how he acts like he loves you. It only prolongs things, especially intimately, which only means more suffering. You’d rather he fuck you quick and get with it. Weirdly enough, you felt a warmth pit into your stomach as he took pity on you, and finally you’re able to let your body breathe. You’ve been getting those weird feelings whenever he would act all smitten with you, and you hated it. 

“Thank you,” you reply instinctively, dumbfounded at yourself. God, why the fuck did you just say that? He locked you in here in the first place. Fuck. You thought; mentally beating yourself up. “S’no problem, baby,” he says, wrapping his hands around your waist as he lifts you onto his lap. “Just.. don’t run away like that again.” There was something awfully melancholic about his tone.

You wondered why he hadn’t punished you at this point, though after your first two or three months locked up he had been lax with you ever since. He’s sort of warmed up to you after some time, if you can call it that. Why? You don’t know why, he used to punish you during that period of time but he had stopped. Instead, he would get all upset like he is now and you would drown in guilt afterwards. Though you know you shouldn’t.

And he just held you like that, in his lap, stroking your hair with your head pressed against his chest. You manage to weakly get out a why. “What do you mean why, puppy?” He asks, quivering an eyebrow. “Why..why me?” you say, still feeling out of it. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, maybe the drugs, or maybe you really are going insane after spending so long here.

“Because, puppy, from the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you. I just…needed a permanent fix in my life, baby, and that was you.”

He wasn’t lying. It was like love at first sight, or at least he thinks it is. And it just so happened that he takes a liking for pretty little things like you. 

You couldn’t make out what was in his voice, but something just seemed to disturb him. He was always so vague when you asked questions like this. You don’t even know why you’re trying to resonate with him right now, but if this really were going to be the rest of your life… You might as well, right?

He buried his face onto the crook of your neck as he held onto your hips to force you to straddle him. “Stop,” you whine, pawing weakly at his chest. Your mind still feels awfully disconnected from your body, your coordination severely impaired. “I can’t, sweetheart, you know that. I need this, I..I need you.” He digs his fingers onto your hips, it was as if he was pleading to you.

As much as you hated him, there were moments where you almost felt bad for him. Fuck, how lonely is this guy? What even happened that fucked him up in the head this bad?

You let out a whimper as he presses you down onto his clothed cock, him humming in response as he continues peppering kisses on your neck and collar bone. “Fuck, m’so sorry sweetheart, I can’t control myself.” He husks in your ear, letting his breath tickle your ears.

You hate when he apologises, because you know he’ll end up doing it anyway. He’s just apologising to make himself feel better about it.  

“S..stop,” you say just above a whisper, feeling all dizzy. “I can’t,” One of his hands flutters away from your hips, trailing to from your abdomen and down to cup your pussy. He pressed his forehead against yours, and your suspicions were confirmed when you would smell the alcohol that reeked from this breath. You knew he never fucked you without a little liquid courage, but too bad he’s got a drinking problem. “I need you so much baby… You don’t understand.” 

He never intended his life to turn out this way. Not to mention he’s dragged you into this…fucking mess. Like he always does. You didn't ask for this, but he didn’t either. He only wants you safe, he says more empty words to himself, attempting to find some semblance of reassurance. Then again, what really was right and wrong at this point? Everything comes in a blur, nothing feels real for him anymore. Not even himself. 

Now that he thinks of it, you sort of remind him of himself. You were thrown headfirst into a mess you didn’t ask for. Though the circumstances differ.

You whimper as he slips two fingers inside you, shutting his eyes as he smashes his lips onto yours, ‘cause he really couldn’t handle looking at your pained expression. He curls his fingers inside you, causing you to yelp into the kiss. With salty tears streaming down your cheeks again, he could taste them as he kissed you. 

Pulling away from the kiss, he brings up his other hand to stroke your hair in an attempt to console you. He’s still moving his fingers, though slowly. “Fuck, sweetie, please don’t cry,” he says, ridden with agonizing self-awareness. “I know it’s not fair for you, but I can’t help it,” he kisses your tears away, muttering sorry as he plants each one. You swear you could see him tear up, too. 

He begins scissoring into your pussy, stretching it open as he spreads apart his fingers whilst pumping them in and out of you. You let out soft whimpers as you adjust, never quite getting used to the feeling. As far as Leon has gone with kidnapping you, he always, strangely enough, made it a point about how he doesn’t want to hurt you. 

Though, sometimes ended up being too rough when he was blackout drunk, fucking you while saying awfully sappy shit and begging you to not leave him. As if you could leave this damned place anyway. Though he’d always apologise, like that’ll do anything, and practically plead sorry to you on his knees. You’d gotten the worst of it the first month you had gotten here, but over time he managed to tone it down.

You let out small mewls as you hold weakly onto his broad shoulders for support, continuing to coax his fingers into your sweet spot. He presses his thumb against your clit and rubs it. “Yeah, cum for me,” he continued stroking your clit, going a bit faster. 

He was always nice enough to always prep you, to praise you whenever you took him, and sometimes if he were sober enough he’d stop when you told him to. 

You feel a warmth pool in your tummy, instinctively grinding down, meeting in time with each thrust of his fingers. “Leon,” you moan softly, as you feel yourself cum on his thick fingers. “Oh, puppy, you’re such a good girl,” he praises. As he’s withdrawing his digits out of you, you whine in response at the loss. You fall limp in his arms, still straddling him whilst you’re laying your head against his chest as you pant.

Your mind feels all fuzzy, unable to think straight due to the combination of sex and drugs. Leon says something, though you couldn’t register it in your head, feeling pretty out of it right now. He pushes you gently away from his chest, positioning you to stay upright. You hear a zip, watching dumbly as he pulls down his grey boxers to take out his semi-hard cock. He gives it a couple strokes, before lifting your hips to line his cock up with your folds.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, slowly lowering you onto his cock. He let his head rest on your shoulder, nestling his face comfortably. “Don’t leave me again, please,” his voice muffled into the curve of your neck. There’s something to his voice that makes it sincere, something real. It was almost as if he sounded hurt, in a way.

Your mouth opens to form words, though all you can get out are cries as he slowly eases his dick into you. You’ve never seen someone so conflicted before, you can’t help but feel curious. It’s like he almost wants to let you go, but he also wants to keep you at the same time. Once he’s finally fully sheathed inside you, he just kind of stays like that, which gives you a moment to breathe.

“Why..won’t you let me go?” You asked, as the words hung heavy in the air with a long pause. Leon’s breath hitches at the question, “I don’t..I don’t know,” as he pulls his head away from your shoulder and runs a hand through his hair whilst the other is still kept on your hip. His eyebrows knit together in strife. “You make me feel normal again.”

“..normal?” Fuck, you really are going crazy. 

“I’ve seen, done, a lot..of shit, puppy. It’s..it’s not pretty. Wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy,” he keened, “I can’t tell you, it’s for the best.” He said, bucking his hips up, causing you to moan. “Even if I wanted to, shit’s classified anyway,” he mumbled in addition to his previous statements. You noticed something about the topic caused visible discomfort in his face. Especially the way he tensed up, he almost scowled while talking.

He wasn’t wrong. All both of you can do is accept that the current circumstances are as normal as it can get. 

Leon’s always thought he’d secure a stable job at the police force, getting the occasional promotion, helping others and doing justice. Protecting them. Or do boring shit like give speeding tickets. Also hoping to find love, wife someone up and have kids to go home to everyday from work. Actually, now that he’s thinking about it, maybe he’ll knock you up, but that’s for some other day. 

But all of this was some bullshit American dream, some white picket-fenced fantasy he’s long gone to achieve.

Sure, you can say he’s got a bigger role as an agent, bigger shoes to fill which means more to help. Going on missions worldwide. But at what cost? The government’s corrupt, and millions of innocent lives sacrificed on every major scale mission. Yet, if he fails to accomplish it, even more die.

He can never really win, can he?

He slowly started moving you up and down, going at a remiss pace. You shut your eyes and brace yourself, clinging onto him as he continues bouncing you on his dick. As he does so, your mind slips in and out of consciousness, fragments of your memory floating back in your head. 

You barely remember what life was like anymore before you got here. Maybe Leon was right about taking you in. Maybe he had a good reason, and that your life really was just that boring. 

“Leon..?” You moan, as he begins rhythmically thrusting upwards in time as he bounces you. “Mm, yeah?” He grunts, interrupting mid-sentence before he continues. “Fuck— What is it, baby?” Leon bites his lip, reveling in just how fuckin’ tight you are. Damn, did you feel good. 

Sure, he may have a million problems in his life, but at least he can forget it when he’s running a train into your pussy. And sure, you can say he’s running away from them. That he’s creating temporary solutions for long-term things. But by taking you in, that makes it permanent in a way. Technically.

“Hng— Have you..” you attempt to form a string of words, finding it more and more difficult as Leon drills himself deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot. You arch your back and cry out in both pain, and denially, pleasure. “..ever tried..ngh— therapy?” You say in one breath, cursing yourself out internally. Why do you care? He got you in this mess and you’re worried if he’s going to fucking therapy?

“You think I haven’t tried?” He says defensively. He halts his movements, looking you in the eye. “Sweetheart, I’ve tried everything. Nothing..nothing works,” he sucks in a breath as he digs his fingernails into your hips. “Not until I found you. Plus,” Leon hastily picks you up, plopping you down on the bed, causing your body on the fluffy mattress to spring gently from the impact.

“You think a therapist could give me this–” Spreading your legs as he crawls in between them, hovering over you, he angles himself again and groans at a particularly hard thrust that causes you to yelp. “After a long, hard day?” He husked, grabbing at your waist as he remained still a bit to let you adjust again.

Somewhat knocking yourself back into your senses, you took this as an opportunity to speak properly. “So therapy didn’t..hng..work..but kidnapping me will?” You retort, where he was visibly not impressed at your remark. “Sweetheart.” He gruffly says. You don’t understand, Leon thinks. 

He continues; “I didn’t kidnap you…” Trailing off, he gets distracted as he begins fucking you slow again. “I—I saved you.” You can tell that some part of him believes it, and the other feels like he’s lying to himself. “From what..?” Your voice is hushed and breathy as he thrusts into you. God, you’re both so far gone in your own ways.

"I'm only keeping you safe, away from all the danger out there.." He says, picking up his pace once more. His voice cracking, he sounds hurt. You definitely struck a chord. "..I can't afford to lose anything more, especially not you." His tone wasn’t insincere. If your eyelids weren’t so droopy, you would have caught him tearing up. 

He can’t help it. You feel so good with that tight little pussy clinging onto him like a fucking vice. Muttering a few curses under his breath, he keeps one hand on your thigh to keep your legs spread but brings the other in to cup your breast. He gives it a good few squeezes before trailing down to rub your clit as he fucks you rough, ‘cause he was nice like that.

You grab tight on the sheets as Leon’s pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow. In a dazed state, you’re practically squealing beneath him, obscene sounds escaping your throat. You watch him above you, your vision less blurred now, as he scrunches his eyebrows and grit his teeth.

Leon cringed as he watched his cock slide in and out of your pussy, another pang of guilt and self-consciousness suddenly interrupting his hedonistic state. It happens, but now it’s been happening more often than he’d like. He quickly forgot about it though because damn, it never got old watching your pussy lips stretch around his dick.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Leon knows damn well how to fuck, and not to mention his cock is fat too. You don’t understand why he felt the need to kidnap you, and rape you, because if this were any other situation, you’d probably be drooling for him. This is wrong.

You think that right now you probably look stupid, all cock drunk with tears and snot streaming down your face as the wind gets knocked out of you with each one of his thrusts. “You cry so—,” he grunts, “so pretty, fuck.” He always tells you that whenever you do. You don’t understand why though, because you think you look like you’re a drowning puddle of your mixed fluids. Something about it felt validating, though. A part of you craved his attention, his words, his compliments. He thinks you’re pretty.

He leans in, pressing his forehead and nose onto yours. As he did, he slowed his pace down but he drove into you hard. You could feel his ragged breathing, as he drew in air from his nose and exhaled out his mouth, letting his breath tickle your face. You flail your arms and hold onto his back instead, feeling the texture of the healed skin of his scars on it, some of which left by you. 

You’re confused. You always were when it came to him.

He fucked like he hated you, yet he talked like he loved you. It should’ve only served to fuel your resentment and fear. Should’ve, but it didn’t. It inexplicably, twinged an odd warmth and his words evoked you into a false sense of security. It was bizarre how you didn’t even bother resisting whenever he did anything anymore, how you felt butterflies in your tummy whenever he did or said something nice to you. Maybe he cares, he really does.

“Leon,” you sob, clawing at his muscular back. Illogically, you feel yourself moving back against his thrusts. A part of you chased pleasure, but even deeper down you knew that it'd be even better when he praised you. You yearned for his approval, and craved for his attention. Much against your will. You hated yourself for it, recoiling inwardly in shame.

“You’re so good f’me, sweetie,” he husks as he smashes his lips against yours. Your ideology crumbles further as soon as you hear his praise, making you melt beneath his touch and his lips.

He felt bad enough that he offered you an explanation. "I wanted... I needed something to hold onto. Something real."

“You think keeping me here is real? This isn’t a normal life."

“You can’t force normalcy.”

“I know I can’t.”

“But I didn't know what else to do. I'm tired of being alone, of losing everyone I care about."

“When I'm with you, I can forget.”

Fuck, did you really have to ask so many questions? Leon mutters under his breath, not enough for you to hear. For fuck’s sake, he’s fucking you to forget, not to remember, he thinks. He’s already told you too much, if you keep asking any more fucking questions, he might just break. 

What’s gotten in your ass today? You’ve been so nosy, sticking it around in things you shouldn’t be. Usually, when he’d fuck you, you already learned to take it like a good girl. While duct tape sounded pretty good about now, he wouldn’t risk hurting you more than he already has. He knows it’s wrong deep down, but he needs you too damn much to ever let go.

He lets a few tears run down his cheek, closing his eyes to try and stop them from flowing. To clear his head. “I’ve failed to save so many people, baby..” He breathed, his voice filled with distress as he huffs and goes at a harsh pace. “I just want it to be different this time.” 

How many people did he fail to save in Raccoon City? How many brainwashed people did he kill back in Spain? How many fucked up missions did he have to go on alone? How many people was he not able to protect, like when Luis had gotten stabbed by his fucking superior? Like when he managed to get his entire team killed by his own hands? Or when he gave Sherry into government custody just for them to use her for some fucked up experiment?

He could go on.

Like when his entire team turned into zombies and had to murder them with his own hands? Why is it everyone but him? He’s always been a survivor, yet never a saviour. Then he saw you. And he finally thought that; maybe, just maybe, he could at least do something right with you. Maybe, this was his chance.

And just when he thought he could save you, he couldn’t even save you from himself.

It’s wrong. You can’t help but enjoy it. 

And you squirm as you feel warm, hot spurts of his cum fill you up, Leon grunting loudly as he sloppily pounds into you.

You really can’t help but feel thankful, because if it were someone else, maybe they wouldn’t have cared so much for you as he did. They would have fucked you till you bled, beaten and starved you. They would have never made you cum, nor tried to please you. Maybe, you’re gaslighting yourself into thinking this way as some sort of defence mechanism, or maybe, just maybe, it could be something else.

Maybe a part of you felt cared for. 

Maybe Leon is nice. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, and that you were just overreacting. Maybe you are really being saved. Maybe you should be grateful.

Maybe… this isn’t so bad after all.

[puffleyia]

What’s to Come || Cedric Diggory

Cedric Diggory x muggleborn!reader || 1.8k words, fluff, established relationship

Warnings: very minor mention of cho x harry

Summary: Going home for summer break with your boyfriend after a long year.

(also a scene where Ced meets your mom)

Author’s Notes: I actually wrote this fic a few months ago, (sorry for disappearing so long) I planned for it to be a multi-chapter fic but I got too busy/lazy to finish this (even if it is the first chapter) but I thought I’d dump all my old fics before I move on upcoming fics I have for many fandoms ^_^ apologies if future fics have a slightly different writing style because again, I wrote this a few months ago . If it isn’t as good as previous fics I’m super sorry as I wasn’t able to polish it!!

Another school year finally has come to an end, you figured that you would spend as much time as possible during the summer break having fun. Next year, you were having your N.E.W.T.s— so better to be happy before dipping your toes back into the harsh, cold waters that was seventh year at Hogwarts.

You and your boyfriend, Cedric, sauntered on the platform on Hogsmeade station, heading for the luggage cart. Actually, more like Cedric was, and you were just following him because he just insisted he carry your luggage. You had told him it was fine, and that you could do it yourself, but he’d said something along the lines of, “Yes, I know you can, but I don’t want your pretty head to worry about a single thing, yeah?”

He knew you were weak when he complimented you, hands covering your face as you blushed and snided a remark at him. He just laughs and tells you how cute you are, making you even more into a blushing mess.

Currently, the both of you blended into the large crowd of students who also ought to do the same as you two. Eventually unloading your trunks into the cart, you both get in the Hogwarts express as soon as possible to search for a place to sit. Cedric did not have the same problem, as prefects had their own carriages. He still stayed with you till you would find somewhere to sit in though, ensuring that you did. (Because if you didn’t, he’d gladly sneak you in the Prefect’s compartment.)

Most of the carriages already had been jam-packed with students, some even fighting their way and excusing themselves without permission inside. You found a carriage that was fairly empty. It was consisting of your friend, Cho, and who you faintly recognized her best friend, Marietta. She motions her hand in a back-and-forth motion as to invite you. Before you get in, you have a few words with Cedric.

“Guess this is where we part, huh?” You say exaggeratedly, pouting your face as you blink rapidly to get your eyes all teary. He laughs at your antics as he gives you a peck on your forehead, “you’re so dramatic, princess. We’ll see eachother at King’s Cross. I’ll also be doing rounds, so expect me from time to time.”

“Well, I may be dramatic, but at least that means I care.” You remark, opening the compartment’s door and stepping in as you give him a small wave bye. “I’ll see you later, Ced,” “Yeah, see you, I’ll be on my way now. Don’t do anything silly,” he says, teasing you. “Oh, whatever.” You roll your eyes playfully at him as you shut the door, taking your seat as you watch Cedric be on his way.

In no time, the train begins its journey on the way back to London. You stare out the window, admiring the scenery as the train peruses through. You notice Cho was doing the same, and Marietta’s soon fallen asleep.

Fifteen minutes of silence pass by, which was suddenly interrupted. “Hi,” Cho greets you with a smile, as you tell her “hi,” back. “Got any plans for the summer?” She asked, making some small talk. “Oh, yeah, do you?” You lean back in your chair, getting more comfortable as you two begin to converse.

“Well, not much, but I’d figured to try and use er— what do you call it?” She looked up at the ceiling of the compartment as she thought, after a few seconds finally chiming in her answer. “Ah, right, a telephone booth… Harry told me about it, he gave me this. Told me it’s called a number..” She sighed dreamily as she scrambled through her pocket, pulling out a piece of crumpled up parchment out of it and fiddling with it slightly. She unravels it to reveal Harry’s number scribbled on it.

“It’s fascinating how muggles have found ways to communicate without magic… right, anyways, what’re yours?” She stops herself mid-sentence shaking her head, before she says too much, not wanting to make the entire conversation about herself.

“Oh, right. If you need help with y’know, with working the telephone booths, there’s one outside King’s Cross that we could give a go before I head out. Anyways, uh, I’ve made some plans with Ced.. He’s staying over at ours for the summer, we’re going to the beach.” You beam excitedly, attempting not to gush too much at the thought.

You two exchange conversations, talking about your plans over the summer and stuff like Hogwarts’ most recent gossip. Eventually dismissing the conversation, the both of you agree it’s best to join Marietta and take a nap.

You had a bit of trouble falling asleep, though that did not seem like a problem for Cho. She lay her head on the windowsill, falling asleep within a span of two minutes. After what felt like thirty minutes, you felt that you were ready to drop and catch some z’s. That was until you heard the carriage door open, startling you. Damn it, you mutter, had it been a minute later you would have been off to dreamland. Just your luck. You felt annoyed, knitting your eyebrows together, groaning. Your eyes were still closed, though you felt your annoyance go away when you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, love. Sorry, must’ve startled you.. I’m doing my rounds.” He said softly, and Your eyes flutter open. Oh, could you be mad at a voice like his and a face like that? Though, you grunt in response, out of sleepiness. “Hi, Ced,” you smile at him, and he does so back. He ducks his head as he walks in the carriage, though not taking a seat. “I can’t stay for long, I just came to check in.”

You huff, “really? Not even five minutes?” He shook his head and leaned in to give you a haste kiss on the lips. “Nope, but I’m glad you’re alright. Go get some rest.” He finally says before he leaves, shutting the door behind him. It wasn’t long until you dozed off.

The weather was nice all throughout the ride. (or atleast when you were awake, but it seemed fine after you woke up too.) Before you knew it, Cho was patting both you and Marietta awake. You slowly get up from your chair, your body sore from sitting down for so long. You stretch, attempting to provide your muscles some relief as you let out a satisfactory groan.

You walk out onto platform nine and three quarters, only to be greeted by your boyfriend already holding his and your trunks. “I’ve been looking for you.” He said, practically running up to you. He easily made it seem as if your luggage were lightweight, even though you know you’d be struggling if it weren’t for his help. “Did someone miss me?” You smirk, teasing him as you give him two pats on the cheek.

“No doubt about it,” He grins, giving you a kiss on your cheek in return as you giggle. The both of you head out the platform, acting normal as to blend in. “I’ll give my mum a ring, let them know we’re here. They can pick us up.” He nods, as he tells you to lead the way, wondering what you meant by it. You walk up to one of the phone booths as you hear a voice call out to you.

Cho yelled your name from afar, grinning sheepishly as she ran up to you. She greets Cedric as well, before continuing what she was going to say. “Oh right, you said you wanted help with using one of these things, right?” You say, Cho nods. You both get in the booth, though it was slightly cramped inside.

You teach her how to work the phone. Even as you inserted a coin, she was watching quite intently. You dial your mum’s number, waiting for the connection. Eventually, they pick up and you let them know you’ve arrived at King’s Cross. Then you hang up. You both quickly get out of the suffocating booth, Cho thanking you as you both part ways. You return to Cedric, who was waiting nearby.

“What was that?” Cedric tilts his head slightly to the side, giving you a look of curiosity. “That was a payphone, Ced. It’s what muggles use to communicate to each other, just put in a coin and dial whose number you want to call, then you can talk to each other vocally.” You attempt to explain to him, though it would be much easier to show than tell, like what you did with Cho.

“You should teach me how to use one,” he said, smiling as he gave a look of interest though still not quite fully understanding what it was exactly. “Yeah, I will if we have the time. My mum doesn’t live too far from here, they should be here soon..”

Around five minutes later, you spot your mum’s car, heading for it and telling Cedric to follow. Your mum gets out of the car, “hello there! You must be Cedric, ‘no?” She says, Cedric nodding in response, not getting to say anything further as she followed up her next sentence rather fast. “Oh, let me help you with that dear,” says her, grabbing some the baggage he was carrying and helped place it in the trunk of her car.

Once they were done, you open the car door for Cedric and urge him to get inside. You follow, and your mum gets in the driver’s seat. “Don’t forget to put your seatbelts on…” She says as she buckles in hers. Cedric asks promptly, whispering in your ear, “Er, what’s a seatbelt?” “It’s this, Ced. It’s umm… a safety measure, just incase of an accident.” You show him yours, also fastening it in place as he mimicks your actions.

“Fascinating,” he says as the lock clicks in place. You smile, finding it adorable how he was amazed at something so ordinary for you. “Anyways, right, I forgot to introduce you to my mum. Mum, this is Cedric, and Cedric, this is my mum.” You say, as Cedric extends his arm to the frontseat. “It’s really nice to meet you.” He says, as your mum takes his hand in hers, shaking it and putting her hand back on the steering wheel, ready to drive. “So polite, aren’t you? Well, it’s nice to meet you too,” she smiles as well. “Are you both alright back there?”

“Yeah don’t worry about it mum, we are, let’s go home.”

Needless to say, you were looking forward for what’s to come this summer break.

[sudden-stops-kill]

by TAKUMI™︎

[marymunchkiin]

Hype up SWC Japan 💥💥💥🤟🥳😎!!!

[puffleyia]

Dear Supporter,

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Please help him!!

[saw-headcanonss-13]

Amanda can’t cook but she’s ashamed of it so she buys microwave dinners and pretends she prepared them herself

[berryispunk]

when the sun and the moon

goes down 🌅 comes up 🌖

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

I belatedly realised that he’s holding his glasses in his other hand… someone explain to me why that’s so fucking hot?!

[shortbreadly]

2004/2024

WHO ELSE IS CRYING VERY REAL TEARS ON THIS SATURDAY MORNING?

[leighcest]

"there's no one else i'd rather be chained up with" SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP

[serpent-son]

AAAUUGHHHHH

[holdtohealyourpartner-moved]

Amanda is the one who fucked up his bangs. This is canon to me

[coyotegutz]

saw sketchbook spread

[grilde1chesse]

krauser & that fuckass picutre he has of rpd leon for whatever gayass reason

[puffleyia]

Clandestine || Theodore Nott

Theodore Nott x fem!riddle!reader || 2.2k words

Warnings: fingering, blowjobs, in the room of requirement … The request from anon was y/n riddle x theo so this is what i came up withh !

Summary: Mattheo can not seem to place his finger on what exactly you have been keeping from him. He confides in his best friend, Theo, though he ends up cutting the conversation short due to some urgent matters. (aka, you)

Author's notes: Hi lovelies <33 Requests are open! I'm working already on requests, and so sorry if i don't reply to your requests, i'll reply to them with the actual fic once done. please be patient w me, i'm busy as of late <3

You have always hit it off with your brother’s best friend, Theo. Though at first, you really did not think much of him. It started with small talk whenever you two had ran into each other because of Matt, then it became that you both had found out that you had much more in common than you initially thought. You two often went behind his back, as friends, such as studying in the library together or often just hanging out in general.

You both promised you would keep things secret when you two got together because if Matt would find out Theo ever laid a hand on you, he is definitely throwing his own hands. (okay well, just imagine if your best friend dated your sibling?) The two of you knew how he was protective over you. Though things had quickly escalated between you both from generally acceptable, to ‘Mattheo would probably fucking kill me’ really quick.

Theo is far from a weak man, but he is, he really is and only when it comes to you. How could he not make you his girlfriend? 

…

Theo quickly grounds back himself in place, realising he hadn’t been listening to Matt at all. “...I don’t know, man, I just feel like she’s been hiding something from me—” Matt says as he bites his lip in uncertainty, continuing to go on about you. He would actually pay to see the look on Matt’s face when he finds out that he’s the secret you have been hiding. He just nods and occasionally shoots an ‘okay’, pretending as if he’s still following. 

Though Theo has better things to worry about, his mind drifted off once more at the thought of you. He looks down at his watch, he realises something. Five more minutes, he mutters under his breath. In just a few minutes’ time, he would be heading out of the common room, making some half-assed excuse just to meet you in the room of requirement. Ever since you both had found out about it, no doubt you abused the privacy it gave. 

“–Theo? What’s up? You seem distracted,” Matt asks, his tone tinged with suspicion, as he crosses his arms as he sunk into the couch.

“Yeah, uh, no, I’m fine,” Theo stammers, quickly recollecting himself before speaking again. “Maybe she’s just stressed, Matt, you know that she takes her studies seriously.” He lets the lie roll off his tongue smoothly, as if he weren’t going to rock your shit in a few minutes’ time. “Yeah, you’re right, I guess I’ll just ask her,” Matt sighs as he continues. “I just can’t shake the feeling that something’s off.”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Matt. She can handle herself.” Theo reassures Matt, though a slight pang of guilt hits him. It quickly fades away though as he checks the time. Two minutes. “Sorry to cut this short, Matt. But I just remembered I promised Blaise I’d meet him for something. I’ll be back quick.” He makes an excuse off the top of his head, already standing up and ready to leave. 

“Blaise? Since when are you two having meetings?” Matt roused in doubt, as he quirks up an eyebrow. “Nah, you know, things just come up at the last minute.” Theo replies, but Matt is nothing short of sceptical. “Sure thing, Theo.” He says, “I can wait.” Theo does not bother replying anymore, already rushing out the common room and making his way to the seventh floor, left corridor. His thoughts linger on if Matt actually suspected him.

He quickly forgets everything as he spots you, pacing in circles as you wait for him. You do not seem to notice him, as he sneaks up behind you and firmly places his hands on your shoulders as he says a small ‘boo’. You jolt in shock, quickly turning around. “Oh my God, you scared me,” you place a hand on your chest and sigh in relief. 

“Sorry, amore, got caught up in things. Your brother’s growing suspicious of you, you know.” He says, slightly gritting his teeth, pausing briefly before he continues speaking. “He doesn’t know exactly what, but he thinks you’re not telling him something. I’m not sure if he suspects me.” 

“Nevermind it. He always has his detective hat on when it comes to me.” You sigh and shake your head, saying as you both walk past a certain bit of wall three times. You both watch as the door materialises in front of you, as Theo opens the door for you. “Ladies first,” he says flirtatiously, you smile as you tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.  

It reveals a smaller room than you’d imagine, since Theo was the one incharge of doing this sort of stuff, also usually taking up the responsibility of planning, which means letting yourself be surprised. Huh, so it’s going to be like that today. 

The room was fairly empty, the parchment on the walls a dull brown, a double four-poster bed in the middle and with mahogany nightstands on either side. He wastes no time, pushing you as you fall back onto the plush mattress. “We have to make this fast, Matt thinks I just had to do something real quick with Blaise.” He says with a hint of urgency in his voice as he crawls atop you, leaning in.

His face inches from yours, “is this okay, principessa?” He asks, before doing anything. “Please,” you nod. He spits on his fingers before swiftly connecting your lips together, kissing you passionately. He creeps his hands just underneath your skirt, gliding over the hem of your panties. He does not bother pulling them down, instead just sliding his hands into them as he traces the folds of your pussy.

You moan into the kiss, Theo taking the opportunity to glide his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues intertwine, as he swirls his around yours. He slowly slips two fingers into you as he pulls away from your lips, your breath hitching at the sudden action. His lips brush against your ears letting his breath tickle them, before he gently bites your earlobe. “You like that, cara mia?” He husks sultrily, as he begins to move his fingers.

“Y-yes, mhngg, Theo,” you mewl, letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. He languidly strokes his fingers, thrusting them in and out your pussy. “Pretty girl, taking my fingers so well.” He rasps in your ear. Then curling his fingers, hitting your sweet spot, causing you to let out a particularly loud moan. You were burning up, all hot and heavy as you moved your hips back down onto his fingers.

He moves his other hand smoothly up your dress shirt, brazenly skimming under your bra as he cups your breast. He kisses you again, locking your lips together once again. The movement of his finger quickens, as he tugs at your nipples. You continue grinding down even more so on his fingers, chasing release. He goes down to ghost his lips over your neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh as you feel his teeth sink into your skin. 

You throw your head back in pleasure, giving him better access to your neck. He leaves red marks, which will definitely not go unnoticed later on. Albeit Theo doing so many things to you at once made your head feel hazy to think any clearly. You feel a warmth coiling in your stomach, as you hold onto his arm, digging your nails into them as you chase your high. “M’gonna cum,” you cried out, as he only made the manoeuvre of his fingers rougher, hitting your sweet spot over and over without fail. 

“Cum for me, principessa,” he remarked firmly, which sounded like more of an order than anything else. Lust clouds your head, as you slowly feel yourself slip away. Your body reacts on its own, doing whatever it takes for you to climax. Muttering incoherently, your hearing goes muffled and unable to comprehend the small praises Theo voices. You feel a sense of euphoria wash over you as you tighten around his fingers, cumming all over them.

“Good girl,” he says, pulling his fingers out of you and lapping at your slick on them. “I think I have to go, amore,” he stands up, giving you a peck on the forehead as he heads for the door. “Wait,” you say abruptly. Catching up to him, stopping in his tracks just as he was about to leave. You bit your lip in contemplation, as you were not used to being so bold. 

“At least let me suck you off,” you say, puffing it out in one breath, nothing short of awkward as you curl up into a ball internally. Theo is caught off guard by that, but he’s more than happy to comply. He smirks slyly, amused that you were eager to please him, too. “Get on your knees, cara mia,” he commands, and you hastily drop down, kneeling as you look up at him. 

Skillfully, you clamp your teeth down on the zip, feeling the cold metal brush against your tongue. Applying gentle pressure, you coax the zipper of his fly down in a slow, rhythmic motion, teasing him. You palm his hard cock through his boxers as he grunts in response. You press your lips on the edge of the soft fabric, guiding the fabric downward. Releasing his dick from its confines, you flinch as it hits your cheek.

Initially, you begin by taking the base in your hand and giving kitten licks on the tip, occasionally kissing it. You look up at him, watching him groan as he shuts his eyes and furrows his eyebrows when you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. “Cazzo, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, as you slowly sink your mouth on his dick, your lips stretch to accommodate him. 

“Hurry up,” he huffs, as he grasps your hair firmly with both hands and gives it a good tug, causing you to lurch forward. Your mouth stuffed with his cock, you gag and he watches as tears brim at the corners of your eyes due to sudden action. “That’s it,” he utters, drawing out the syllables as he groans gratifyingly. He loved taking things slow and romantic with you, but this was not the time for it, especially since he had told Matt he would be quick. 

All he needed was to cum, and a good quickie was no stranger to the both of you. (You’ll never forget when he fucked you in the broom cupboard in between classes.) He keeps a firm hold on you, his hands tangled in your soft locks as he starts fucking into your mouth. You let out a few muffled words, tears begin streaming down your cheeks and drool down your chin as you choke when you take his dick down your throat. 

“You look so pretty when you cry, cara mia.” 

He husks, as he trails one of his hands to cup your cheek as he continues thrusting into your mouth. He uses his thumb to wipe away your tears, smirking as he ruins you. You dig your fingers onto his hips, using him as a means for support. “Merda,” he utters out a string of both curses and praises, his thrusts growing more erratic. 

He loved watching you come undone, with your tear-stained face, ruffled hair, swollen lips, and your lipstick smearing all over his dick. Feeling his cock twitch in your mouth, Theo’s hips stutter. “I’m gonna cum, principessa,” he groans. His hips jerk up one last time, spilling his seed down your throat as he lets out a guttural moan. Attempting to swallow, his cum overflows out your mouth as it trickles down your chin.

He pulls his dick out of your mouth, humming in satisfaction. He takes care of you and helps you clean up albeit hurriedly before you two part ways. Turns out you promised your friends you would study with them in the library, and you too were sorely running late.

Making his way back into the common room, Mattheo doesn’t fail to notice Theodore. "Well, look who decided to grace us with his presence. How was your urgent ‘meeting’ with Blaise?" He remarked, almost sounding sarcastic. Theo, looking awfully dishevelled, tries to play it cool. "Oh, you know, just some last-minute…business. Nothing too exciting." Theo kept a nonchalant tone, "yeah, you know how it is, Blaise and I are always on the go." 

Matt’s eyes narrow in suspicion. "Funny, Blaise mentioned he hadn't seen you all day." He says, and then Theo suddenly hears another voice speak. "On the go, huh? Didn't realise you were such a busy man, Theo." Blaise said smugly, smirking with his arms crossed as he leaned on a wall behind Theo. 

He immediately looked behind him, his eyes widening as he hadn’t realised Blaise had been standing there all this time. (Blaise had been concealed by the deceptive alignment of the door and the wall. So when Theo entered, Blaise was standing by the wall adjacent to the end of the hall– if that makes sense.) 

"Seems like you're hiding something, Theo. You've been acting a bit off lately." Matt says nearly too confident for it to be sceptical. "Me? Nah, I'm just tired from all the studying. Speaking of which, I should probably get some rest." Theo shrugs, trying to deflect the topic. "Yeah, rest up for all those secret meetings, right?" Blaise says teasingly.

[puffleyia]

Hey can you do a Y/n riddle X Theodore nott story?

hello yes yes! I’ll work on it as soon as i can though i’m sorry if i may take awhile, i’ve been pretty busy 6 May, 2024 Edit: hii lovely, the fic is up now! Clandestine - t.n.