#bellatrix lestrange

[talyris]

Genderswap! Harry Potter

[darkmarkmarauder]

What she doesn't know won't hurt her - T.R.

!warning!minors dni, infidelity, mature content

pairing: Tom Riddle x you

summary: you swore it would never happen again—betraying your best friend for the boy you had first. But every time Tom Riddle touches you, you lose yourself. It's wrong, twisted, and bound to destroy everything—but you can't stop. And neither can he.

The first time it happened, you swore it would be the last. You had told yourself—over and over—that it couldn’t happen again, that you wouldn’t let it. For Bellatrix. For your friendship. For your own sanity.

And yet, here you were. Back against the silk sheets of Tom Riddle's bed, his hand around your throat, and your legs spread open for him like you were made for this—made for him.

He wasn’t kind. Not in this. Not with you. But you didn’t want him to be.

You bit down on your lower lip to stifle the moan threatening to break free as he thrust into you, the stretch of him almost too much to take. Almost. His fingers flexed slightly against the sides of your neck, and the pressure had your head spinning, blood rushing in your ears.

"Look at you," Tom murmured, his voice a low rasp in the dim light of his prefect quarters. "So fucking desperate for me. I wonder what Bella would think if she saw you like this."

You flinched at the mention of her name, guilt curling in your stomach like a snake. Bella—your best friend. Bella—his girlfriend.

"Don't," you hissed through clenched teeth, nails digging into his forearms as he pinned you beneath him.

Tom only laughed. A soft, cruel sound. "Why not? You weren’t thinking about her when you begged me to fuck you last night." He tilted his head, a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. "Or the night before that. Or the night before that."

"I hate you," you spat, even as your hips lifted to meet his next thrust.

"No, you don't," he said, leaning down until his lips brushed against your ear. "You should. But you don't."

And he was right. You should hate him. This was wrong. You knew that. But knowing it didn’t stop you from wanting him. From coming back to him again and again, no matter how many times you told yourself you wouldn’t.

He wasn’t always like this. There was a time when things were simpler. When Tom was just your best friend, the quiet, brooding boy you had pulled out of his shell during your first year at Hogwarts. You had sat beside him at the Slytherin table, uninvited and undeterred by the glare he shot you.

"You don't talk much, do you?" you had said, tearing a piece of bread from the loaf in front of you. "That's okay. I can talk enough for the both of us."

And you had. About magical creatures and herbology, your favorite subjects. He never seemed bored or annoyed. He listened. Really listened. And somewhere along the way, listening became friendship. And friendship became something else. Something more.

You had him first. Long before Bellatrix. Before anyone.

His pace was merciless, each thrust forcing the air from your lungs. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixing with your ragged breathing and the faint crackle of the fireplace in the corner. It was obscene—the way he took you, the way you let him—but neither of you were stopping.

"You think about this when you're with her?" you bit out, the words sharp even as your body arched beneath him.

His lips curled into a cruel smile. "You think I don’t?"

Bastard.

But then again—what did that make you?

Tom's grip on your waist tightened, his nails biting into your skin as he drove into you harder. "You should see yourself," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "My dirty slut.”

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, barely stopping the moan that tore from your throat. Shame burned at the edges of your thoughts, but it wasn’t enough—not enough to stop you from meeting each of his brutal thrusts, from chasing the high he always seemed to pull from you.

"th-this is the last time," you lied, tilting your head back as he bit down on the curve of your neck.

Bella loved you like a sister. And yet, none of that stopped you from spreading your legs for her boyfriend—your best friend—the one person you should have stayed away from.

Tom didn’t care. He never had. And that was the worst part, wasn’t it? That you were the one who felt guilty. That you were the one who still gave a damn.

You should stop this. You should push him away, gather your clothes, and leave. But instead, your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper—closer. And Tom, ever the opportunist, took exactly what he wanted.

Thrusting faster and harder into you, the sound of your lovemaking getting louder by the second. His focus was singular—the drag of his cock inside you, the way your body clenched around him, the way you couldn’t help but moan when you came.

Tom followed with a low, satisfied groan, his cum spilling inside you as he buried himself into your neck, his movements stalled slowly.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the smell of ash from the fire that had been burning.

When he finally pulled out of you, you felt the loss of him like a physical ache. He settled on the bed beside you, one arm draped possessively across your waist.

"this has to stop," you said, the words hollow and meaningless.

He laughed softly, lips grazing your ear. "No, it doesn’t."

And Merlin help you—you knew he was right.

pt II to this fic

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[syrenanightshade18]

CRYING IM READING A FIC AND THIS AUTHOR JUST DESCRIBED SNAKEFACE VOLDY AS A LIZARD DRAG QUEEN

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

can someone tell me why they like bellatrix. like actual reasons and not just "she's hot" or sexual remarks like what did she do or what does she represent like im ?? so curious ?? i love evil women unfortunately i cant understand the hype

[im-a-mess-of-a-person]

the black sisters

i feel like the black brothers get so much attention in the fandom compared to the black sisters, so here are some headcanons i have!

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they were completely inseparable they were younger

andy and bella in particular. people would often mistake them for twins, to which they would giggle and play along

cissa hated this so much, because she didn’t look like them and she just wasn’t as close with them

she felt like she didn’t look enough like a black and was a disappointment for it

she even tried to dye it, but she still didn’t look right

there were some rumors about her true parentage, considering she looked nothing like the rest of her family

bella shot these down and threatened anywho me who dared to speak ill of her sweet baby sister

she was always very protective and kind to both of her sisters

she considered andy’s elopement the ultimate betrayal

they had been slowly growing apart anyway, but that solidified it

narcissa saw what happened when andy dared to follow her heart, so she shoved hers away and cut out the only person who it would ever belong to (alice)

she found lucius kind of repulsive, but he was a safe and secure husband

draco was the first thing that gave her life meaning since alice

when nymphadora was born, narcissa went to visit and meet her

bellatrix did not

narcissa loved both regulus and sirius equally

andromeda loved regulus a little less

bellattix loved sirius a lot less

bellatrix never wanted to marry

she wanted power, and marriage was essentially handing over her sovereignty

she refused to become a mother. it was her worst nightmare

she drank a potion that would make her infertile. she never told a soul and everyone assumed her barrenness was a terrible misfortune

it was one of the only choices she ever made for herself

she felt guilty about it for the rest of her because she felt she had disgraced her family with her selfishness

narcissa’s biggest hope was to become a mother, but sex with a man repulsed her

she considered asking lucius if they could do it a different way, but she decided it wasn't worth it

draco’s conception was the only time she ever slept with him

it was worth it, for a child

andromeda always wanted to have more kids, but she actually had a hard time getting pregnant

nymphadora was sort of a miracle baby

andromeda ended up the happiest of them all, but the abscence of her sisters left a hole in her heart

narcissa was happy enough, but she always regretted losing the two best people in her life, alice and andromeda

bellatrix was just…insane. there was nothing tying her down because she would never let anybody matter to her. andromeda, who had mattered the most to her, betrayed her and hurt her

she wouldn’t let it happen again, so she kept everyone at arms length. that combined with her time in azkaban drove her mad.

they all regretted the way things were left between them, but none of them knew how to fix it, so they never tried.

[hiancii]

The Ace of Spades

[iialethi]

[ccccatttta]

"the black family madness" the books call it. "the consequences of inbreeding" is what it actually is

[ellemisc]

The Black Sisters, as girls

[aezran]

Slytherins are written to be the opposite of what jkr considers “good” and “appropriate”.

You know what that means?

happy pride

[iiilllsam]

“why didn’t you tell her?” 😫😫😫

[lilyerida]

Narcissa, Bellatrix and Andromeda

[darkmarkmarauder]

What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her - T.R. part II

!warnings!minors dni, infidelity, explicit content

part I to this fic

pairing: Tom Riddle x gf!Bellatrix x bsf!you

summary: The Yule Ball should’ve ended when the music stopped—but it didn’t. Not with drinks flowing and the haze of smoke clouding better judgment. You shouldn’t be here—straddling Tom Riddle in his locked dorm, moaning against his mouth while your best friend, his girlfriend, roams the halls looking for him. You knew it was wrong. And yet, here you are—hips rolling, nails digging into his skin—risking everything for the one boy you were never supposed to touch.

The Yule Ball had officially ended hours ago, but the party in the Slytherin common room was only just beginning. The air hung heavy with cigarette smoke, and the sharp bite of alcohol burned down your throat as you tipped back another shot. Laughter rang out around you—wild, reckless—but you barely heard it. Not with Tom sitting across the room, his dark eyes fixed on you like a predator stalking its prey.

You weren’t a saint, not by a long shot, but even you knew that staying any longer was a bad idea.

Yet, you stayed. Because of him.

He was leaning back against the leather sofa, a glass of firewhiskey in hand, and his dark eyes—those damned eyes—never left you. They burned through the room’s haze, setting fire to the space between you. No one else noticed. Why would they? You were just friends. Always had been.

At least, that’s what you wanted them to think.

Bellatrix’s laugh cut through the noise, loud and sharp, as she tipped her head back, her black curls wild over her shoulders. Her hand lingered on Tom’s thigh, fingers curling like she had a right to him. And maybe she did.

After all, she was his girlfriend.

You shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be looking at him like that. Not with Bellatrix there, but you were. And worse—you knew he was looking back.

"I need some air," you muttered to no one in particular, setting your empty glass on the nearest table.

You felt him follow before you even reached the dimly lit corridor leading to the dormitories. His presence was obvious to you, from the way you could feel his eyes burning through you.

And that was all it took.

His mouth was on yours the moment the door shut behind you. Desperation masked by roughness—biting kisses, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as his hands dragged you closer. He tasted like firewhiskey and sin, and when his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging your head back, you let him. You always let him.

"You're such a fucking mess for me," he murmured, lips trailing down the line of your throat.

"You’re an asshole," you hissed, even as your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

His laugh was low and cruel. "And yet, here you are."

His dorm was cold, but you didn’t feel it—not when he shoved you onto his bed and pulled your dress up over your hips. His fingers traced the line of your thigh, teasing, before yanking your knickers down and tossing them aside.

You straddled his lap, feeling the hard press of him beneath you as he leaned back against the headboard. "So eager," he mused, dark amusement lacing every word.

"Fuck you," you snapped.

"Oh, I intend to."

He didn’t wait. He never did. His cock stretched you open in one rough thrust, and the burn of it stole the air from your lungs. Your back arched, legs wrapping around his waist as he filled you, deep and unforgiving.

"You’re going to get us caught," you breathed, voice shaking as he set a brutal pace.

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back as you bounced on his cock. "You like this," he sneered, thrusting up to meet you. "Like knowing I fuck you while she waits for me."

"Shut up," you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

But he was right. You did like it.

A loud knock echoed from the corridor outside his door. Your heart slammed against your ribs as panic jolted through you.

"Tom?" Bellatrix’s voice. Sharp. Suspicious. Just outside.

You froze.

Tom didn’t.

He didn’t stop. If anything, the threat of being caught made him rougher, more relentless, dragging you closer to the edge.

"She’ll find us," you whispered, panic licking at your edges even as your body betrayed you, clenching around him.

"Not if you keep your mouth shut," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Can you do that?" You buried your face against his neck, desperate to quiet the moans threatening to spill from your lips.

You should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve gotten off him and fixed your dress. But instead, you stayed—straddling him, his cock buried deep inside you—while your best friend stood on the other side of the door.

The doorknob rattled. Locked.

"Tom, open the door!" Bellatrix demanded, her voice dripping with irritation.

The door rattled again.

"If you’re in there, open the damn door," Bellatrix snapped.

He didn’t answer.

His grip on your waist only tightened, dragging you down harder. "She won’t come in," he said, voice smooth and cold. "And even if she did…" He leaned up, teeth grazing your ear. "Would you stop me?"

You hated him. Hated how well he knew you—how much you wanted him. Even now, with Bellatrix’s shadow looming just outside, you couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

"That's what I thought," Tom drawled, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he fucked up into you.

Finally—finally—the sound of her footsteps faded as Bellatrix moved on, her frustration echoing down the corridor.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, hard enough to taste blood, as your orgasm crashed through you. You were shaking, body arching beneath him, and still—he didn’t stop.

"Fuck Riddle," you breathed, barely audible.

Shifting you on his lap, movements slowing as he groans against your breasts. His warm cum filling you up as he swirls his tongue around your aroused nipples, biting lightly as you shiver in response.

Tom leaned against your ear. "Next time," he murmured, a cruel smile curling against your skin, "I won’t lock it."

And well—if you were being honest—that only thrilled you more.

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a/n: another write I owe to @shyamanuensis for this brilliant idea🫦 xx my girl knows how to inspire🤞🤞

[sunnysaystuff]

wish i had enough followers that i could just post "the black sisters are hot" and have 20 people be like "real"

[digitkame]

Lucius, Severus, and Bella slandering the Ravenclaws.

I think it’s safe to expect no less from them_(:3」z)_ (these are not role-model people)

It was pretty fun to come up with these Slytherin boomers’ looks in the pre-Harry Potter days. Sev was the easiest because he is still in school, always dressed minimally (and I’ve been drawing him for more than a year.) Lucius took the most time to design because, well, he’s gotta look rich and also tasteful, looking down on people while he effortlessly flaunts those riches. Bella… Bella is goth lol.

(…sometimes I think it’d be cool if there’s an interactive game where I get to walk around Knockturn Alley and get insulted by these people.)

[percyweasleyapologist]

Bellatrix, eating a meal: I poisoned one of our glasses… but I forgot which one. Regulus: The way this dinner is going, I pray to God that it's mine.