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Puppy Play Kink with Bellatrix Lestrange ~Kinktober 2023

Happy October 29th!!! Third to last day! 💜🎃 The kink of the day is a Puppy Play Kink. With the one and only witch, Bellatrix Lestrange. Enjoy!! 🖤💋

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, Puppy Play Kink, eating out, praise, pet names, light hair pulling, implied praise kink, more implied future smut, etc.

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The crazy haired brunette groaned and dramatically shut the door to her room in the Malfoy Manor. She had just finished yet another Death Eater meeting, which nowadays seemed to be all the time and go on forever.

Bellatrix had reached out to you and instructed you to come over to the Manor and wait for her in her private quarters. So you did exactly that. And you ended up waiting for quite a while…

“So borrrrring…!!” Bellatrix exclaimed, rolling her r for the extra flair.

She immediately began to disrobe her many layers. You simply sat on the bed and watched, eyes wide.

“Don’t sit around, pup!” The brunette snapped, “Strip!”

Your eyes widened even more and you nodded, immediately getting up and stripping off all of your clothing. Bellatrix hummed in satisfaction at you obeying her instantly.

“Didn’t mean to snap, pup” she hummed, as she finished taking off her clothing, now left in her stylish undergarments, “Had a long day…”

“Iss okay” you whispered with a nod.

You then stood before Bellatrix, in nothing. You stared at her undergarments, her signature black corset bra and black knickers. Her in nothing but her undergarments always made you needy.

The woman then came over to you, invading your personal space. She suddenly grabbed your chin, holding it tightly and examining you.

“My pretty puppy…” the crazy haired brunette mused aloud, tilting her head, “Make me feel better” she told you.

You nodded immediately and eagerly. Bellatrix then plopped herself on the bed against the headboard and opened her legs. You scurried onto the bed and in between the woman’s legs.

“Your knickers?” You asked.

“Go around them, pup…” Bellatrix sighed, waving her hand away showing it wasn’t a big deal.

“Ok” you said, nodding in understanding.

With one finger, you hooked her knickers and dragged them to the side. Her slick cunt revealed itself to you, and you quickly latched your tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

The woman hummed out and groaned in pleasure. You then switched to tonguing through her folds. Her hands tightening on the arm chair, and one of her hands quickly found their home in your scalp, pushing you even deeper into her sex.

“Such a good pup…” Bellatrix moaned out, as you ate her out.

You moaned into her cunt at the sound of her praise.

“Fuckin Hell—So well trained…!!” The brunette moaned loudly, throwing her head back in pleasure.

You squirmed in your spot as her praise made you even more desperate and slick. You added your thumb to her clit, as well as your tongue fucking her cunt. Bellatrix’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she came minutes later, hissing loudly as she came.

“Fuck good pupsssssss—!!!” Bellatrix hissed, grabbing your hair tightly through her high.

You helped the woman through her high, and then you leaned back up. You looked up at the woman with her cum all over your face.

“My puppy looks best covered in my cum…” Bellatrix wickedly cooed.

You blushed.

“Let’s make you even more messy, pup!” She exclaimed, scooping you up and literally throwing you on the bed.

You yelped in surprise, but you couldn’t wait for what she had planned next…

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Next Day <—Innocence Kink!!

Bellatrix Lestrange Masterlist

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

[keanusbabydoll]

make up sex

paring: bellatrix lestrange x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ content, toxic relationship, smut, soft!bella, mentions of torture, fingering, slight overstimulation, cunnilingus, mommy kink, age gap relationship (reader is 18, bella is in her late 30s), softdom!bella

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and again you’re sitting in your room at the malfoy manor, balling out your eyes because of her. bellatrix lestrange. your girlfriend.

by now you’re not only crying because you’re sad, no. it’s the frustration and anger you feel towards her already. this is the fourth time now she completely ignored, taunted and even hurt you during a meeting with the death eaters and the dark lord of course. you simply can’t describe how angry all that makes you, neither do you understand her sick behavior.

in your opinion she’s too blended by the dark lord. it doesn’t matter what he asks of her, she won’t spend a single thought before doing it immediately. she practically follows him around like a fucking dog. and today it definitely went too far.

you became a death eater a few weeks ago and that not by wish. you were forced and it not only broke you but also affects your mental health badly. however, the dark lord has given you a task, which required to murder your best friends, ron and hermione, because they’re destroying his plan to kill harry potter. and obviously he chose you to act out the deed as you’re still attending hogwarts and you’re the closest to them from all death eaters.

but of course you couldn’t do it. you didn’t have the heart to kill your best friends. they’re practically like siblings to you and if you would have done it, you would have never recovered from that.

so, you didn’t follow the dark lords commands, and of course you knew that he would find out about it very quickly and that this wouldn’t end good. every death eater that doesn’t oblige the dark lord’s wishes, serves a harsh punishment. and today you were the one.

you begged him for forgiveness, promised him that something like that would never happen again. but he didn’t show mercy. and to make it even worse for you, he chose bellatrix to be the one to torture you. unfortunately he knows about your relationship and he knew that it would hurt you even more if bellatrix punishes you.

and you can’t explain how you felt in that moment. the betrayal, angst, anger, everything just came crashing down. the tears that were prickling in your eyes when bella stood up from her seat, went over to you and roughly threw you on the floor and cursed you with the torture spell, crucio, in front of everyone. and all that without hesitation. even narcissa, her sister, was shocked and tried to talk her out of it. but nothing made her change her mind, not even your cry’s and begs.

that really broke you. merlin, she’s your own fucking girlfriend. and it’s not like she doesn’t know that you hate the way she behaves towards you when you’re around voldemort. you guys had multiple arguments about that topic, where you told her how you felt and what you expect from her. but it seems like she never really took it seriously and just didn’t give a fuck about your opinion.

soft sobs leave your mouth and you hug your thighs tighter. you really don’t want to continue this way. you can’t bear all that any longer.

a loud knock on your door, pulls you out of your thoughts and look up. “what?” you ask with a shaky but annoyed voice. you honestly just want to be alone right now.

“baby, it’s me. i’m really sorry, can i please come in?” the sound of your girlfriends voice rings through your ears.

“no bella, go away.” you mumble before you burry your face in your knees again.

a frustrated sigh slips past your lips when you hear your door open. what does she not understand? you do not have the power to see her or speak to her right now.

you lift your head and start to cry again when you see her standing in front of you.

“just leave bella. i don’t want to talk to you.” you whisper, eyes pleading her to just listen to you once. but of course she doesn’t give you this satisfaction.

as she sees your red puffy eyes and swollen trembling lips, she immediately walks over to your side of the bed, sitting down next to you. even if it doesn’t seem like it, but seeing you in such a state breaks her. bella loves you more than anything, even when she doesn’t act like it directly.

“y/n, listen, i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that.” she states, sadness latching from her voice. you just look at her with a blank stare, a chuckle almost threatening to leave your mouth.

“that’s what you always say bella.”

“no y/n, i mean it. really.” she places her wand down and scoots closer to you but before she can touch you, you shift further away from her. bella frowns in reply and looks at you with soft eyes.

you shake your head in disbelief, wipe your tears forcefully away and sit up straight. does she actually think you’re stupid? it’s always the same. she hurts you in any way possible, then she crawls back to you, apologizing and you idiot always forgive her. and then everything starts again. but not this time. you can’t and won’t put up with that any longer, simply because of the sake of your mental health.

with gritted teeth and hate filled eyes you turn your head to look at her. “do you really think that i’ll continue like this? don’t you notice that it’s always the same? and merlin, what the fuck have you thought bella. torturing me in front of everyone without any hesitation? me, your girlfriend? do you have any idea how i’m feeling?” you hiss at her sharply, not being able to contain your anger and frustration anymore.

you catch her face dropping at your words, a sad expression covers it now. she nervously fiddles with her fingers and looks down to her lap.

as she remains silent you huff out and turn to face the wall next to you. “just as i thought.” you whisper.

your brows furrow when you hear quiet sniffs next you. once again you turn around and are almost shocked when you see bellatrix crying. this is the first time ever you witness her crying. she was never one to show her feelings or her soft side, not even in your presence.

but nevertheless, she shouldn’t be the one who’s crying. you didn’t hurt her in any way. it was just her who failed to be a good girlfriend.

her glossy eyes wander up to yours and she pouts. “please y/n i beg you. forgive me one more time. i promise you, i’ll never do something like that again. see, i talked with narcissa because i didn’t know what to do. i feel so fucking awful for how i treated you and i realize that all just now. how much you really mean to me. you’re the only person i ever truly loved and i hate myself for being such a bitch towards you. please, i’ll make it up to you.” the witch pours out her heart, completely vulnerable right now.

when you don’t reply she shoots up and grabs your hand before you can snatch it away.

“please say something baby. i love you.” her voice is barley above a whisper and you close your eyes for a second. seeing her in such a form and hearing her talking in that way kind of shocks you. as mentioned before, you never saw her in that manner before. and to be honest you think that she actually means it this time. or else she wouldn’t be acting like this.

“it’s okay bella, i get it. but please, don’t you ever do something like that again. i’m serious.” you finally answer her, voice much softer and understanding now.

bellatrix’s eyes lighten up in happiness and relief and she almost squeals out.

“thank you baby. i can’t tell you how sorry i am.” the witch pulls you into a hug and squeezes you tightly. you smile in reply and hug her back. doesn’t matter what she does, she’ll always make you happy and smile. she’s the woman you love.

bella pulls away from your embrace and stares at you with sparkling eyes. “but let me make it up to you. please.”

you smirk at her, knowing exactly what she’s referring to. “yes… mommy.” is all you have to say before she almost jumps on top of you and gets herself comfortable on your lap. she brushes a few strands of your hair behind your ears and puts her hands on your cheeks before smashing her lips on yours. your hands grip her waist as you return each of her kisses with equal favor. as a moan slips past your lips, bella doesn’t hesitate and sticks her tongue into your mouth, exploring every bit of it with her tongue.

the both of you fight for dominance, which bella wins with no question. a muffled whine comes from her as he starts to grind her hips against yours, your clothed clits rubbing against each other deliciously. your core starts to ache already, needing to feel more of her. with a moan you break the kiss and breath out. “i need you bella, please.”

she grins at you wickedly and leans over to grab her wand from the bedside table. with a wave of her wrist, all your clothes are gone in a blink of an eye. “whatever you want kitten.” she purrs before she tosses her wand away again and bends down to suck on your neck. you quietly whimper out as she licks on your soft skin. slowly, her lips wander down to your collarbone and to the swell of your breasts, leaving a trail of purple turning hickies. when her mouth finally wraps around your right nipple and her hands roam over your whole body, your heart skips a beat.

it doesn’t matter how many times you have sex, you always get excited at the thought of her pleasuring you and feeling her cold hands on you.

your fingers tangle in her hair and you slightly lift your hips trying to sign her that you need to feel her on your pussy. obviously she gets it, but she takes her time with you, worshipping your whole body. bella’s hands caress your curves, memorizing every inch of her beloved’s body.

the witch releases your hardened bud before she focuses her attention on your other one, gently licking it, then biting down on it harshly, eliciting a sharp hiss from you. “bellaaa! please.”

she pulls away from your nipple and looks up at you with a smirk. “my little impatient pet.” she chirps. her hands start to knead and squeeze your tits harshly while she gets off your lap and settles in right between your plush thighs. her tongue licks its way down your belly, loving the taste of your skin. her hands follow her tongue and they wrap around the inside of your thighs, pushing them open as wide as possible.

you let out a frustrated sigh and throw your head back. if she doesn’t fuck you now any minute you’ll go insane, your walls are already clenching around nothing, desperately wanting to feel her long fingers pushing them open.

without you knowing, bellatrix just read your thoughts and chuckles darkly to herself. before even completely realizing it -too lost in your own thoughts- , the witch lines up two of her fingers with your already wet dripping entrance and pushes them knuckle deep inside of you with ease. a surprised whine falls from your lips as you finally get to feel her. the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them and the overwhelming lust they're feeling.

“you’re so wet baby.” she almost groans out, as she scissors her fingers against your warm, velvety walls, just loving the feeling of them.

“just for you mommy.” you reply breathlessly and prop up on your elbows, making eye contact with your girlfriend.

without breaking your intense stare, bella begins to slowly pump her fingers in and out of your hole, not daring to give any attention to that special spot, intentionally teasing you. you huff out and throw your head back in annoyance. “i thought you wanted to make it up to me.”

“who said i didn’t?” she taunts you with an evil grin.

you look back down at her, opening your mouth to say something but before you are able to let out a single word, she suddenly curls up her fingers, pressing them hard into your sweet spot. your breathing stocks at the jolts of pleasure this is sending through your body and you whimper out.

bella smirks to herself proudly as she starts to roughly thrust up her fingers against that spot that makes you see stars. a loud whine rings in bella's ears, making her go just faster in reply. she looks up at you with hungry eyes, loosing herself completely as she watches you fall to pieces just because of her. there's nothing else she loves more than pleasing you and seeing you quiver under her. you are hers and only hers.

the squelching sounds and the intense smell of hot passionate sex that fills the room, makes your mind spinning, loosing yourself in the pleasure she's giving to you.

"look at you, taking it so good for mommy." your girlfriend moans out as she starts to kiss up and down the inside of your thigh, her aggressive pace never stopping. you barely nod your head in reply, as your eyes wander further down to where she's pounding your poor cunt in an inhuman way.

her face distances from your plush flesh and she sends you one last mischievous look before she dips down her head for her tongue to lick a slow strip up your folds to your sensitive bud with a small hum. that simple contact on your clit makes your whole body shudder and you have to lay back down. you feel her smile against your pussy because of your reaction and lets the tip of her tongue flick expertly over your small bundle of nerves. you press your eyes tightly shut and whimper out at the intense sensation.

with the intense thrusting of her fingers and the indescribable feeling on your clit, you can feel your orgasm slowly build up. bella notices this as well, simply because of your body language and how hard your walls are clamping down on her digits. your whines and cry’s rattle against the black colored moans and your left hand grips the duvets beneath you tightly, needing something to hold onto.

the witch lifts her head from your in spit glistening cunt and admires her work for a second. the loss of contact makes you look up to her and your breath stocks a for a moment when you see her spitting on your pussy, before capturing your clit again.

“oh my god, bella!” a scream leaves you mouth as you’re on the verge of cumming, your abdomen tickling deliciously. bella hums feverishly against your cunt in reply, sending shock waves through your whole body.

“i’m gonna cum!” you sharply spit out, arching your back off the bed in ecstasy. again, she hums approvingly and with her free hand, bellatrix holds one of your thighs spread open, before she suddenly starts to suck on your clit uncontrollably, sending you straight over the edge. a deafening noise falls from your lips as you feel your orgasm crash through your whole form.

your girlfriend fucks you roughly through your orgasm, letting you ride it out to its highest. you let out a string of whimpers in discomfort as bella continues to stimulate you, even after your orgasm already faded, the intense feeling being too much.

“please stop bella.” you choke out and begin to trash around uncomfortably.

she lets out a muffled chuckle before she finally pulls away from your shaking form, sliding her fingers out of you slowly.

you close your eyes, trying hard to catch your breath while you lay there completely still, body aching from your intense fuck.

“oh you did so good my little pet. so, so good.” bella praises you in a high pitched voice, planting kisses on your lower belly and thighs. you smile at her being such a sweetheart with you, usually she wouldn’t be that soft, but you’re her exception. only you.

bella removes herself from your thighs and crawls up to you, pressing her body to yours. you turn to your side to take a proper look at her, admiring her beautiful features.

you both lay there in comfortable silence, her hand caressing your exposed skin lovingly and she whispers sweet little nothings into your ear. "I love you y/n. I promise that we'll get through all this. together."

"I know. I love you too." you whisper, snuggling closer to her.

a soft hum leaves her, before the both of you drift off in a deep slumber.

[inlovewithgreta]

Toys — Bellatrix Lestrange x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: Bellatrix comes up with an idea to pleasure you during a dark meeting.

Warnings: Spanking, praise, degradation, toy play (internal toy use), teasing, mommy kink, cunnilingus

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: This is a more softer version of Bellatrix that is also inspired by a scene from Fifty Shades Darker. Also I am thinking about making a part two of this in the future since it is a bit short and I left the perfect opening for it but we’ll see!

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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You groan when Bellatrix reveals what she has in store for you today.

There was another Death Eater meeting as there usually was every Friday night and as you could expect they were very very boring. But this time, Bella wanted to do something to make it just a little bit more interesting.

You were in your undergarments getting ready for today's events when Bella comes up in front of you and reveals a little surprise from behind her back.

She held up a string with two decent sized silver balls that were conveniently spread just an inch from each other. One sat at one end while the other sat in the middle.

"I want you to wear these." She instantly demands.

"How am I supposed to wear whatever that is?" You point to the object with visible confusion.

The curly haired brunette laughs her usual throaty cackle.

"Good to know I haven't completely corrupted you just yet. They don't work unless they're wet, now open." She demands once again as she lifts her new toy to your lips.

You know better and do just as you're told, opening your mouth while she slips the cool metal inside and your mouth instantly wrapping around it.

"Good girl, now bend over the bed. Go on."

You release the object with a pop and walk quietly to the bed before using your hands to support you up as you gently bend yourself over the mattress.

She makes way behind you and slowly slides your lace panties down your legs.

The toy gets brought between your thighs as she eases its way into your cunt, one silver ball at a time. The pressure hits you in just the right spots, holding back a moan and gasping as she fills you.

"Look at you taking it so well for me."

Once Bella is satisfied, she lifts your panties back into place and gives you a kiss on your right hip.

Standing straight back up elicits another gasp from you as pleasure seems to come from any movement.

"How does it feel?" She asks sincerely.

The one thing she always made sure of was that you were comfortable with whatever it was the two of you were trying when it came to something new. The last thing she wanted was for you to feel uncomfortable and have a bad experience.

"It feels a bit. . . weird." You admit.

"It'll feel even better once you get moving. . . or sit down. . . oh what am I saying, everything is going to set you off!" The brunette cackles to herself before turning around and walking towards the door, "You have five minutes, don't be late!" She shouts over her shoulder before slamming the door shut.

You try to quickly scramble the rest of your outfit together but panic when your bracelet flings under the bed.

"Shit!" You immediately get on all fours and reach an arm under the frame, frantically searching for the missing jewelry.

"No no no, this can't be happening right now."

Fingers quickly feel around the dense carpet for who knows how long.

Taking a peak, you see it just out of your reach and sigh in frustration. It takes the entire length of your arm and a firm press of your head against the bed frame, that was sure to leave a mark, to finally reach the silver bracelet.

Sitting up on your knees, it takes a minute for the clasp to stay together and you sigh in relief. Scrambling to your feet, you quickly step into your heels and stumble out the door without another second to lose.

You do your best to ignore the ache between your thighs while rushing down the stairs, careful not to fall on your face.

You quickly fix your composure before entering the meeting. Luck was not on your side as everyone turned to look at you but your eyes only fell onto a pair of seething dark ones from a certain curly haired witch.

"Apologies. . ." You nearly mumble as you slide into your seat, trying to avoid any other eyes staring at you. It takes everything in you to not moan the second you make contact with the wooden chair.

Bellatrix was right, you did feel them with every move you made.

Doing your best to ignore the situation as a whole, you couldn't help but feel a pair of dark eyes lingering on you.

After taking a peak at the curly haired woman next to you, your eyes are instantly met with hers. She had a sleek eyebrow raised when she noticed you crossing your legs and tapping your foot against the floor.

There was an ache between your thighs and she knew exactly what was happening to you. She knew you were longing to cum but due to your tardiness, she wanted to have some fun with you first.

Her hand slips down to your thighs and immediately separates them. Fingers glide to your center and Bellatrix couldn't help the smirk that spread along her face once she felt how wet you were.

Her fingers slowly toy with you through the thin fabric.

A soft moan barely escapes, causing you to immediately cover it up with a cough.

"Are you okay?" Bella's two-toned haired sister to your left whispers towards you.

"I-I'm fine." You clear your throat, "It's just a tickle."

"I think she's just a bit thirsty, aren't you dear?" Bellatrix chimes in quietly.

"Yeah that's it. . ."

After a few more minutes of Bellatrix getting you all hot and bothered, the meeting comes to an end and everybody goes their separate ways besides you and her.

"Come now, it's time we play." Bella nearly shoves you out of the seat.

The two of you make your way back up the stairs, down the hallway, and back into your shared bedroom.

"You were late." She slams the door, bringing you over towards the bed, "And what do we do to those who don't listen?" She sits down at the edge of the bed.

"They get punished." You answer her.

"That's correct." Bella pats her legs, "Now bend over."

You do as you're told and bend yourself across her legs, leaving your ass sticking out in the air for her.

"Look at you, being good and finally doing what you're told," She says while sliding your panties down your legs, "It's too bad you didn't listen to begin with, now I must punish you like a little whore."

Her hand rubs your bare ass as she prepares to have her fun.

"Aren't you going to take out-"

"Nope."

Smack

Her hand makes contact with your skin that elicits a sharp sting that runs straight up your spine causing you to gasp.

She smirked as she immediately saw you reacting to both the pain and the pleasure mixed together.

She soothes the same spot as before with the palm of her hand.

Smack

Moans slip through as she slowly makes the skin on your ass just a tad bit brighter with every slap.

You could feel your wetness run down your thighs, the pain quickly fading until all you felt was the pleasure.

The brunette instantly noticed the change in your demeanor.

"I can see this punishment is coming to an end, have you learned your lesson?"

Smack

"Yes!"

"And that is?" She smirks to herself.

Smack

"I won't be late again! I swear!"

"Good."

Smack

She rubs your now reddened cheek one last time before helping you sit up on your knees.

Her finger wipes a stray tear off your face as she examines to make sure you were okay.

"Now, my little plaything, lay back on the bed so you can get your reward for taking your punishment so well."

You rise to your feet and crawl onto the bed next to her, slightly wincing once you turn over and your ass makes contact with the mattress.

She chuckles as she gets to her knees at the end of the bed, pulling you by your ankles to get you just a tad bit closer to her. The now soaked panties get taken off completely and tossed aside.

She spreads your legs, and glides her fingers to your entrance and pulls on the toy, gently yet slowly taking it out of you. A deep drawn out moan fills her ears before she sets the toy aside to clean later.

"Look at you, taking it so well for mommy."

Eyes instantly connect with your cunt before she leans her head in for her tongue to lick the strip up your folds with a small hum.

Your fingers help move the crazy curls out of her face. Usually she would hate anybody touching her locks but with you she made an exception.

She always admired the way you fell to pieces whenever she touched you.

She even admired how you tasted against her tongue. You were hers and only hers.

Bella held your legs open with her hands against your thighs as she expertly devoured you in a way that had you trembling.

Her tongue flicking your overly sensitive clit elicited a string of moans followed by a tighter grip of her hair.

Your head couldn't help but lull back. She saw your hips begging to buck and your breathing picked up and she knew you were close.

"Cum for me, pet. Let me get that sweet taste of you."

You were already close after having the feeling of pleasure throughout the night. The second her mouth started sucking and flicking against your clit at an excruciatingly fast pace is what sent you over the edge.

Legs tensed up when you came, Bella wasting no time in licking up your mess, humming when she gets more of a taste of you. She licks you completely clean and you can't help but slightly push her head away at the feeling of overstimulation when she doesn't stop. "Okay okay," You breathe out, slightly pushing her head away which causes her to chuckle.

She licks her lips as she stands up, a wicked smirk plastered on her face. She reaches behind her and pulls her zipper down. Her dress falls down to the floor, revealing her naked body, and she kicks off her heels before swiftly turning and strutting to the restroom, hips swaying to their own rhythm.

"Come shower, little one, it's my turn." A smirk was still plastered on her face as she looked over her shoulder at you and you scramble to your feet after her.

This was going to be a long night.

[eile24downtown]

Bellamione

[dramioneasks]

The Handkerchief - Gr8t_78 - E, 140 chapters, Words: 400,277 - **this work is entirely canon compliant** The years at Hogwarts were a trying time for Harry Potter, but he was not the only wizard to experience trials and tribulations over those years. Draco Malfoy, pureblood and heir to two Noble and Ancient Houses within the Sacred 28, finds himself in a secret relationship with a muggle born witch. If his father or his fellow Slytherins found out, he's certain things won't end well for either of them. But his draw to this witch is too great. Following the perspective of Draco beginning in the first year, we see all of the things that Harry missed over the years, namely that his best friend was secretly dating his rival the entire time. How will it all end?

[natashalance]

I feel like I’m going crazy but I swear on A03 there used to be a fanfic called Narcissa’s wand or something, it was basically a Narcissa x Hermione and Bellatrix x hermione.

Basically Hermione was captured during the war and eventually started to love the two sisters yk the usual Stockholm syndrome stories. I swear it was on A03 now I can’t find it. Pls help

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 16: Fingertips

Words: 645 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

You’ve seen muggles addicted to things like money, cars, even alcohol, After all, everyone in the world has something they are addicted to, but you always found yourself back in the same place when it came to your own, plastered against the cool hallway wall in The Malfoy Manor with a bated breath.

Draco Malfoy is about six feet of the male version of sex on legs. His signature platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes had caught the eyes of many girls at school. It really drove everyone mad when he’d started growing scruff around his jawline, but none could handle the roughness around the edges like you could. Surprisingly, even being from different houses, Draco’s invited you here many times over breaks and his father never complained. Usually you’d just study together or complain about things neither of you have control over, but couldn’t discuss within the walls of the school. However, it never mattered which came first because it always ended the same.

Today, the mansion has been completely empty aside from you and Draco. The family elf, Dobby had been dismissed thanks to Harry himself just months ago and Lucius’ frequent business for the Ministry had kept him too occupied to bother finding a replacement. Draco’s mother, Narcissa has been keeping herself busy too lately, running alongside her sister, Bellatrix, doing who knows what. And in that same manner, you’ve been running around doing who knows what with Draco all week long.

It always started in the dining room. The long ebony table took up most of the room, but the family had hardly sat here for a proper meal. When you were alone in the comfort of your parent’s home, you’d think of Draco eating here alone, only served by an elf that would quickly be dismissed, and now, he doesn’t even get that.

The curtains don’t help much either. Heavy black, pure velvet clinging over the floor to ceiling windows and it sickened you. You could hardly see the sun through them, not a single plant would ever survive here, but they were a perfect accent in comparison to the emerald green chairs. At least his father thought so.

You’d sat closer to Draco today, side by side actually. You’d decided to open the curtains to let in some of the natural light. Draco protested, even going as far as rushing over to take your hands off. His father would be upset, of course, but you could handle it. Lucius didn’t scare you.

And with the sun peering through just right and Draco’s hand on yours, rays catch in the silvers of his irises. He must have noticed the same spark in your own eyes, a curiosity clouding your young lustful minds.

Draco’s lips were on yours faster than you could breathe and within that time, he had you right where he wanted you. So, you stand, half naked with goosebumps prickling across the surface of you skin from being smashed against the frigidness of the wall just outside his bedroom. You two couldn’t even make it that far, but that’s nothing new.

Draco’s lips always follow wherever his fingertips travel. From your curls to the tip of your bulbed nose, to your lips and the curve of your jawline. He took extra care to let his fingers curl around the base of your neck when he kissed there, causing you to moan up towards the ceiling in pleasure while he kissed deep into your skin, licking and biting too, before leaving the area warm and throbbing in his absence. The next thing you know, you’ve been kissed all over, inches of your body trembling against his touch and his absence. He always takes you into his room when you’re like this, drunk off the touch of his fingertips and kisses, and yearning to have your addiction completely satisfied.

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Part VI: Morsmordre | All Parts

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Fancast: Luke Evans as Reinhard Lestrange

A/N: I apologize for the mistakes I made in English that is not my native language and I am trying to improve my writing skills.

A/N 2: Can those who read and liked the series interact? Your comments can include constructive criticism instead of positive criticism. I write to improve myself in the field of writing and also to have fun. Your comments make this job more fun

Warning: Toxic relationship, Dark Magic, Violence, Greed, Non-canon but does not affect Canon, There are historical inaccuracies, I wanted to write the character as an anti-hero but this is my first attempt. So please excuse me.

Word Count: 4.1k

When dinner was over, Melania Black was finishing her glass of wine with all her elegance, Arcturus stood up solemnly and invited his son and wife to join their guests in the office. Ophelia could not understand what was happening, but she did not have the courage to question her strict family. Orion walked slowly behind his father. Melania followed behind everyone and entered the office. Arcturus' office was a room that symbolized the history and grandeur of the Black family; from the family crest above the fireplace to the dark oak bookcases, every detail reflected the grandeur of this noble family.

Tom Riddle sat in his chair, his gaze carefully scanning the atmosphere of the room. He knew that his presence here was a challenge, but with his confident stance, he had the strength to meet it.

Arcturus sat down behind the desk. “Tom, your presence here is an interesting development for us. I know we’re going to talk about Ophelia. However, I still have some concerns about where this conversation is going.”

Tom responded in a gentle yet firm tone.

“Mr. Black, I completely understand your concerns. However, rest assured that the sole purpose of my visit is to discuss Ophelia’s potential and offer her a brighter future.”

Melania interjected, frowning slightly.

“You’ve mentioned Ophelia’s potential many times, Mr. Riddle. But what I’m really curious about is how that potential differs from the Ophelia we know.”

Tom turned to Melania and carefully replied.

"Ophelia stands out not only for her magical abilities, but also for her leadership qualities and sharp intelligence. At Hogwarts, I observed her interest in the dark arts and her natural talent for them. Such power can only be truly beneficial if channeled in the right way."

Orion spoke without taking his eyes off Tom. "However, does this require removing a student from a school like Hogwarts? Isn't the education she receives there an opportunity for her to control the abilities his noble blood has given her?"

Tom respectfully responded to Orion's concerns. "Mr. Black, Hogwarts can be a wonderful place to start. But you must admit that sometimes the traditional paths are not enough for the development of extraordinary individuals. Ophelia is no ordinary witch. There is a much greater light and darkness within her. Achieving this balance requires guidance beyond the boundaries of Hogwarts."

Arcturus leaned back slightly and eyed Tom carefully.

"So how will you shape her potential? We, the Black family, care about preserving our lineage's legacy. We would not want Ophelia to stray from a path that would run counter to her family's values."

Tom smiled slightly and continued speaking in a relaxed manner. "That is exactly why I am here. Ophelia is someone who can further the Black family's values. My vision aligns perfectly with those values. For pure-blood wizards to regain their rightful place. I assure you that under my guidance, Ophelia will not only be a person your family will be proud of, but will also determine the direction of the wizarding world."

Melania glanced at her husband Arcturus and began to speak. "What about Hogwarts? Will her education be cut short? This could tarnish our daughter's reputation in the future."

Tom seemed to have anticipated Melania's concern. "Ophelia's education will be completed. But right now, she needs an opportunity to put that education into practice in the real world. I will ensure that she returns to Hogwarts. However, in the meantime, I need to provide guidance that will strengthen her leadership skills."

Orion turned to Tom with a serious expression. "You mentioned your pure-blood community. Is it aimed at creating change in the magical world? Or is it simply a group of idealists?"

Tom took a deep breath and replied firmly.

"Mr. Black, this is not just an ideal, it is a movement. And everyone who is a part of this movement will leave a lasting legacy in the magical world. Ophelia's participation in this movement will engrave her name and the Black family's name in history."

Arcturus was lost in thought, while Melania was busy voicing her concerns. "What about Ophelia's safety? Wouldn't taking part in this movement put her in danger?"

However, Tom's calm and determined stance had taken over the atmosphere in the room.

"Madam, Ophelia's safety is also my priority. I will take every precaution to protect her. Also, the only people involved in this movement are pure-blood wizards. They are all a community that shares the same values and protects each other. Ophelia will not be alone in this community."

Arcturus leaned back in his chair with a deep sigh. For a long time, the only sound in the room was the crackling of wood from the fireplace. Finally, meeting Tom's determined gaze, he spoke. "Mr. Riddle, we in the Black family have always defended pureblood values and tried to make the right decisions for the future of the wizarding world. I believe that Ophelia's participation in this movement is important for her future and the honor of our family. However, we would like to see you carry out your words. If Ophelia does not return to Hogwarts, I will hold you accountable."

Tom bowed his head respectfully. "Mr. Black, I value your trust immensely. I am certain that Ophelia's participation in this action will bring great honor to both her and your family. I will not disappoint you."

Orion broke his silence and added, "I will support this decision for Ophelia's future. However, remember your promise that she must return to Hogwarts, Mr. Riddle. My sister must complete her education there."

Tom smiled slightly. "Of course, Mr. Black. I will keep my word."

After this conversation, the Black family cautiously increased their trust in Tom. The decision regarding Ophelia's future had now been made. Now it was time for Tom to present his plan to Ophelia.

Ophelia was in the library, which was covered with heavy velvet curtains and dominated by dim light. She was absorbed in studying an old text in her hand, while the smell of dust from the old spell books lined up on the shelves filled her nose. The thoughtful expression on her face as she turned the pages reflected the conflict within her. The argument with her family had exhausted her mind, and she was stuck on the thin line between freedom and belonging.

At that moment, a shrill voice broke the silence. Bellatrix Black quickly opened the library door and entered.

"Are you still here, Auntie? Grandfather wants to see you in his office," she said with a thin smile. The mocking expression on Bellatrix's face was trying Ophelia's patience.

Ophelia slammed her book shut and stood up, approaching Bellatrix. "Learn to knock first, Bella," she said coldly. Bellatrix responded even more sassily at this reprimand. "Ah, shouldn't you be a little faster when talking about our family?"

Rolling her eyes, Ophelia walked towards the door and pushed Bellatrix out. "Get out of my way, or I'll stop talking and explain it to you in another way," she threatened. Bellatrix started to say something, but Ophelia was already heading down the hall.

When Ophelia knocked on the heavy wooden door, her father Arcturus' authoritative voice was heard from inside.

"Come in."

When she opened the door and entered, she was met with an unexpected sight. Tom Riddle was sitting in the room with his family. The serious expressions of Melania, Arcturus, and Orion stood next to Tom like allies. Ophelia's face showed surprise. "What's going on here?" she asked, staring at Tom.

Tom stood up gracefully and spoke.

"Ophelia, it's great to have you here. We're having an important conversation with your family about your future."

Ophelia stood in the middle of the room, frowning.

"You're making a decision about my future without calling me?"

Melania intervened, speaking softly.

"My dear, we are your family. Of course, everything is for your own good. We want you to listen to what Mr. Riddle has to say."

Tom walked slowly towards Ophelia. His tone was calm and confident.

"Ophelia, your family only wants the best for you. And so do I. I've seen your potential for a long time, and I can't let it go to waste."

Ophelia paused for a moment when she saw the determination in Tom's eyes. But then she pulled herself together and spoke.

"So what do you want from me? Tell me."

Orion spoke in a stern but concerned tone. "Mr. Riddle says that you can uphold his allegiance to the Black family and their name. But only if you accept his offer."

Ophelia turned to Tom, looking suspicious. Tom nodded gently and continued.

"There is a society, Ophelia. A society of pure-blood wizards, with a vision for the future of the wizarding world. I want you to join this society. But only for a while. I will have you return to Hogwarts and elevate it through your education. Together we can achieve much."

Ophelia's eyes narrowed. "The society? Is this something that supports my escape from Hogwarts? Even my father was just telling me about my disobedience. What has changed now?"

Arcturus rose from his desk and approached his daughter.

"Ophelia, this is not a thoughtless rebellion. This is an opportunity to further our family's legacy. Tom Riddle's vision is impressive, and your role in this movement is critical."

Melania added sweetly. "My little one, this is only the beginning. Give us a chance to understand you. You promise to return to Hogwarts, don't you?"

Ophelia was silent for a moment. She fixed her eyes on Tom. "What about you? What is your real purpose in this action?"

Tom spoke with confidence. "My goal is to create the best in the wizarding world. And you will be one of the best in this world, Ophelia. Follow your heart when making your decision."

There was a deep silence in the room. Ophelia's eyes shifted from her family to Tom. Although it was difficult to hide the conflict inside her, she finally took a breath and spoke slowly.

"Okay. If this is so important to you, I accept. But only for a while."

The triumphant smile that appeared on Tom's face caught everyone's attention. However, Ophelia felt the uneasiness inside her grow even more with this decision.

After Ophelia agreed to join the dark society at the insistence of her family and Tom, she curiously asked when the meeting would be held. While a storm was brewing inside her, questioning whether she was right to accept, her face wore a calm mask. Tom turned to her calmly. "Tonight," he said. His words were like a soft but firm command.

Ophelia's heart began to beat rapidly. Tom's haste showed the seriousness of the situation. The calm, confident tone of voice he had used to persuade her was now more determined. He felt that this had to happen soon, before Albus Dumbledore had a chance to intervene. Tom looked into Ophelia's eyes and added, "It all depends on your readiness, Ophelia. But tonight is the right time. I don't want to wait for you to meet the people who will truly understand you and accept you into their midst."

Ophelia avoided his gaze for a moment. She could feel a dark weight growing inside her. She tried to appear strong on the outside, but she didn't know exactly what would happen tonight. Lost in her thoughts, she noticed Tom take a step towards her.

"You have nothing to fear," Tom said, his voice calm but powerful. "This is a journey of accepting who you are. You are Black. The power within you is not only yours, but your family's legacy. And... with my guidance, you will use it to the fullest."

The confident look on Tom's face seemed to temporarily drown out any doubts in Ophelia's mind. His leadership charisma gave his words an unwavering authority. Arcturus Black nodded in agreement and joined the conversation. "Tom is right, Ophelia. Look at our family's history. You were born a powerful pureblood, and it will be a source of pride for us to be a part of this community. Hogwarts is a means, but your true place... is your true purpose."

Melania Black smiled as if to support her husband’s words. “This is your destiny, Ophelia. Remember who you are. We are the Black family. We must never give up our power.”

Ophelia felt even more constrained by her family’s words. Still, she nodded silently, understanding that this conversation had to be concluded. But Tom’s eyes had noticed her hesitation. He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice, almost a whisper. “Remember that you are not alone. I promise you, I will be with you on this journey.”

These words complicated the conflict within Ophelia even more. But Tom’s firm and gentle tone also gave her a sense of security. Caught between her family’s gaze and Tom’s, she decided she had no choice.

“Okay,” she said finally, her voice low but determined. “What do I need to do?”

Tom smiled, a look of triumph spreading across his face. “Just trust me and get ready. We’ll be leaving when night falls.”

Ophelia's hands were shaking a little as she prepared for the night. The excitement she was trying to calm had been replaced by a strange uneasiness. She chose a dark cloak from her wardrobe and silently placed her old elm wand on her belt. Tonight, she would face the dark side of the wizarding world for the first time in her life. Although her mind was confused, a sense of courage was leading her step by step to the meeting point on the manor grounds.

In the darkness of the night, the vast grounds of the Black Manor were covered in silence. Tom was waiting for her in the dark corner of the grounds. His black cloak fluttered like a shadow in the depths of the night. Ophelia looked at his calm and determined stance with both admiration and fear. When she approached, Tom looked at her with a slight smile.

"Are you ready?" Tom asked in a low and smooth voice.

As if Ophelia had not heard the question, she asked another question. "How do we get there? Is it possible to get from here to where the community is in such a short time?"

"You'll see," he said in a calm voice. He gently placed one hand on Ophelia's shoulder and repeated his first question. "Are you ready?"

Before Ophelia could answer, Tom suddenly picked her up. At that moment, millions of thoughts raced through Ophelia's mind; fear on one hand, curiosity on the other, and a strange feeling of being so close to Tom. Despite all the lustful and passionate moments between them, the ambivalence in her feelings was causing her to become excited.

Tom's robe suddenly lifted up and surrounded them. Thick, black smoke rose from his body and surrounded Ophelia. When she found herself in the darkness, she instinctively stopped breathing for a moment. But then, she felt herself become lighter, as if she were part of the smoke. They were flying.

As she moved through the black smoke, she realized that the world around her was starting to blur. She felt the humidity in the air, the cold night breeze. But Tom's reassuring, firm grip kept her grounded. Ophelia's heart pounded. "This... How is this possible?" she whispered, her voice lost in the wind.

Tom’s voice seemed to echo directly into her mind. “Anything is possible, Ophelia. When you have infinite power.”

As these words echoed through Ophelia’s mind, she felt both fear and awe. Flying without a broomstick… It was as strange as her casting a powerful spell without a wand on the night of the duel. She knew that this could only be done by the most powerful wizards. Tom moved with such mastery that every step seemed deliberate and every movement purposeful.

Ophelia watched the shooting stars pass around them, the forests and villages sleeping below. It was impossible not to be captivated by the magic of the moment. Tom’s powerful presence and charisma, radiating light even in the darkness, had completely taken over Ophelia’s mind. Tom’s words from earlier echoed in her mind. “With me, you will find the power you deserve.”

“How much farther?” Ophelia asked, trying to steady her voice.

“Not far,” Tom said, a tentative smile on his lips. "Follow me, Ophelia. Only me."

Ophelia considered the meaning behind these words. The wind blew her hair, the moonlight on her face. As she looked at Tom’s strength and determination, she felt deep down that she had no choice but to trust him.

When they passed over a majestic peak, Tom slowed down suddenly. “We’re descending,” he said, his voice like a misty echo. Before Ophelia could comprehend what was happening, the black smoke thickened and they plummeted toward the ground.

When her feet finally touched the ground, Ophelia stumbled for a moment. Tom patiently held her steady. “You’ll have to get used to it,” he said solemnly. “This is the beginning of your new life.”

Their journey had ended in the ruins of an old castle, hidden deep in the forest. This place would be the birthplace of the new order Tom planned to establish, the dark brotherhood of pure-blood wizards.

Ophelia felt a chill as her feet touched the ground. The ruins of the castle seemed to be surrounded by a powerful magic; ' she felt both fear and a strange attraction inside her. Tom whispered as he led him up the stone steps.

“This place is a place where only the worthy can step. Being here with you is the beginning of a new era.”

As Ophelia looked around curiously, she noticed a light coming from one of the rooms hidden in the ruins. When they entered, several Pureblood wizards and witches were waiting for them. All of their gazes were on Tom, but when they shifted to Ophelia, she felt an air of evaluation. This group approached her with a balance between suspicion and respect.

Tom raised his hand to break the silence. “My friends, I have brought a new person into our midst today. One who has proven himself with Pureblood blood, sharp intelligence, and determination. This group only embraces those who deserve his strength and loyalty. Now is the time to show them who you are.”

Standing to one side of the mysterious gathering led by Tom, Ophelia began to examine the faces around her one by one. These core members of the Pureblood community came from the most respected and ancient families of the society. Even the whispered names of Lestrange, Rosier, Yaxley, and Travers sent a shiver through Ophelia. It was common hearsay at Hogwarts that these families were prone to the Dark Arts. Now, to see them all gathered in a circle, guided by Tom Riddle's eyes, was a moment of truth for Ophelia.

The Lestrange family? Ophelia thought. The name had always been associated with honor and nobility for her, but now she was seeing another side. Their loyalty to the dark arts seemed to overshadow the prestige of their family name. And her closest friend, Velora, was also a member of the family.

Tom stepped into the center of the circle and spoke in a calm but authoritative voice. “My dear friends, I would like to introduce you to a new addition to our ranks. Ophelia Black is a witch who has proven both the nobility of her lineage and her individual strength. Her place in this community is unquestionable.”

Tom’s voice snaked into Ophelia’s ears as his eyes turned to her. “Ophelia is no ordinary sorceress. Her abilities… are astonishing. As you can all witness, the ability to cast spells without even needing a wand is rarely born. Ophelia is before you with this innate power.”

Ophelia’s face flushed slightly, but she felt a tremor as she met Tom’s eyes. The cold expression on his face held a warmth deep in his eyes. These words were not just to impress her; Tom truly cared about her abilities.

“Our power is not just in our past,” Tom continued, taking a step closer to her. “Some of us are born with superiority. Ophelia, you and I are far beyond the ordinary rules of this world. You already know that, don’t you?”

Ophelia was confused, but Tom’s words rang strangely true to her.

“Tom, I… I don’t know if I’m ready to be a part of this,” she said weakly.

Tom smiled slightly and replied in a low voice. “Are you ready, Ophelia? You are already a part of this dark journey. Your power has brought you here. And with these abilities, you alone can rule the world.”

Tom’s words only increased Ophelia’s confusion. The eyes of the Pureblood community were still on her, and everyone nodded in agreement with Tom’s every word. Even though Ophelia felt lost in this world, Tom’s presence gave her a strange sense of security.

She was both frightened and fascinated by Tom’s praise for her. She had begun to see herself as a part of this world, but the restlessness inside her was whispering back.

Ophelia felt cornered by Tom Riddle’s deep, persuasive voice. The eyes of everyone in the meeting room were on her. Tom approached Ophelia with the intoxicating gaze of a snake, and spoke in a low voice. “Loyalty, Ophelia. The foundation of this community is absolute devotion and faith. I ask something of you here, but it is not just a promise. It is a commitment of your life. The price and the reward for committing to this path are the same: power.”

Seeing Ophelia swallow, Tom softened his voice even more. "I see your potential. But you cannot be a part of this community fully until you take the oath of allegiance. That means forming a bond with all of us, not just me. Do you have the courage to do that?"

Ophelia's eyes met those of everyone else in the room for a moment. The faces of Yaxley, Rosier, and Travers were expressionless, but the silence that reigned in the air was oppressive. A young face from the Lestrange family caught her attention. Reinhard Lestrange was looking at Ophelia with a dark smile.

Ophelia saw the conviction that shone in the depths of Tom's eyes like a trap. Despite all her hesitation, the feeling that Tom saw her not only as a leader, but as an ally and protector strengthened her resolve. She bowed her head slightly and spoke in a low voice. "Yes... I will take the oath of allegiance. I will join the community."

Tom's face lit up with a look of triumph. He nodded in approval and took a step back.

“You have made a decision that I am proud of, Ophelia,” he said. Then, turning to the other members of the room, he added, “You are all witnesses. Ophelia Black is now with us.”

Reinhard Lestrange leaned forward after Tom’s retreat and spoke in a mocking tone. “Good. But the proof of true loyalty is not yet complete.”

Ophelia turned to him and looked at him with a stern expression.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

Reinhard gently pulled her arm up to reveal the dark mark exposed under her left elbow. The serpent skull etched in black ink on her pale skin hit Ophelia like a punch to the gut. “You cannot be a full member of this society until you earn it,” Reinhard said. “The Dark Mark seals your oath. If you do not receive it, all that remains is words. We demand true loyalty.”

A sense of unease rose within Ophelia. She turned her eyes to Tom, but Tom’s gaze seemed to approve of Reinhard. He spoke softly. “Ophelia, this is a sacrifice. But it is also an honor. Only the elite carry the Dark Mark, remember. You are a Black, and this is your place.”

Ophelia took a deep breath, feeling the magnitude of the challenge before her. However, under Tom's trust and manipulative charm, she felt she had no choice but to submit once more.

Tom Riddle was there, cool enough to show everyone the necessity of the dark ritual, yet sadistically patient enough to see Ophelia's suffering as both a test and a triumph. Reinhard Lestrange stepped forward at Tom's command. His strong hands gripped Ophelia's shoulders and arms tightly. The young witch knew that if she tried to escape, she would never be able to escape.

The room where the dark mark would be performed was as dark as if it had been dug underground. An emerald vial and a thin snake dagger stood out on a single silver tray on the table. These symbols reflected how old and deadly the ritual was. The stone carvings in the walls created dark shadows that danced in the light of the flickering flames. Ophelia could not suppress the fear that rose within her as she felt the cold grip her left arm.

Tom Riddle slowly raised his wand and spoke in a gentle yet commanding voice. "Loyalty and power are only gained through pain. I believe those of Black blood can handle that burden, Ophelia."

The witch looked away at the grim conviction she saw in Tom's eyes. Tom nodded to Reinhard as he muttered a silent spell. Reinhard's iron grip tightened around Ophelia's body.

Tom's voice rose as Ophelia's arm was exposed.

"Morsmordre."

A black, smoky spell came from the tip of the wand and seared the thin skin on the inside of her left arm from wrist to elbow. In the first moment when the snake began to coil around her skull, Ophelia felt as if a red-hot iron had been pressed into her arm. Her eyes closed involuntarily and every muscle trembled. She tried to flee, but Reinhard's strong arms held her like a wall.

"You must show that you are strong enough," Reinhard whispered mockingly, as if he were belittling the pain.

The texture of the dark magic spread like a poison penetrating the skin. The dazzling black inks felt like a fire reverberating through Ophelia's veins.

Tom Riddle watched with pleasure. The corners of his lips curled slightly; this was a moment of triumph. "This is only the beginning," he told Ophelia, as if he didn't understand her pain. "This mark will be a symbol of strength and loyalty. We all carry it. Now you are a part of us too."

Ophelia let out a low scream as she clenched her teeth, but Tom's eyes looked at her defiantly. He wanted her to believe that her pain was a sign of her strength. Reinhard let go of Ophelia's arm and stepped back when the spell was complete.

Tom touched the mark lightly. He admired the serpent skull embedded in her skin.

"Ophelia," he said, almost softly, "this is nothing more than a testament to your bravery. Your past loyalties are behind you. You are with us now."

Ophelia looked at the mark carved into her arm as she struggled to breathe. The pain continued, but she understood that the weight it brought was not merely physical. This was a path of no return.

As the dark ritual drew to a close, Tom Riddle rose slowly into the center of the assembly. Like a ghost emerging from his shadow, the candlelight in the room dimmed as the edges of his dark robes moved. The air thickened as if an unseen hand had squeezed it; each breath carried the echo of a grave decision.

"I am more than a name," said Tom, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the room like a magical echo, "I am more than a name. Tom Riddle is an echo of my past, but you will serve my future. I will be known as Voldemort. That name will echo throughout the wizarding world. That name will symbolize fear, loyalty, and power."

Ophelia stood in a corner of the room, speechless at what she saw. Tom's, no, now Voldemort's, presence weighed heavier than anything else in the room. He was not just a man; he was the representative of the unsaid. He was an ideal, a shadow.

Tom's eyes met Ophelia's as if they had turned a deep brown that shone with a blood-red glow. He took a few steps toward him, and every movement was graced with the predatory grace of a hunter. The crowd was silent; interrupting Voldemort felt like an impossible crime.

“Ophelia Black,” he said, his name coming from his lips almost poetically. “You have one of the greatest powers I have ever seen. But it is not just the purity of your blood; deep within your soul you carry the same fire as I do. We are cut from the same cloth, you and I. The world does not understand us; but this community… this community is our true place.”

Tom opened his hands slowly as he spoke. His words echoed darker with each word.

“I have come to see your true purpose. We have a reason to rule not only the magical world, but beyond. Power is what I promise you, Ophelia. But only if you are loyal to me, your path will never be lost in the darkness.”

Ophelia could hardly breathe with the intensity of these words. The overwhelming seriousness and darkness of the moment seeped into her soul as Voldemort drew closer.

“And what about you?” Tom asked, as if he were whispering a spell that would shape the future. “Are you ready to stand beside me in this new world?”

A slight tremor rose from the corners of the room, like the wind's howl echoing off the stone walls. Tom's words were both a command and a blessing. The silence that echoed throughout the room created a moment when only Ophelia would respond. This was not a moment when she would simply make a choice; this was the moment when she would seal her fate.

The heavy silence of the room was broken by the dark but compelling voice of Tom Riddle - or Lord Voldemort, as he was now known. Voldemort turned to Ophelia and spoke before all the Death Eaters, the red light in his eyes rippling. "Ophelia Black, from this day forward you will serve not only yourself, but also me and our cause. You will be a dark lady, a name spoken of with power in the wizarding world, emerging from the shadows."

A low murmur spread through the crowd, but no one dared to raise their voices. Voldemort took a step closer and studied Ophelia's face closely; That moment was special, as if it was created just for him.

"The power I have bestowed upon you is only given to those who know true loyalty," he said, and his voice took on a lustful tone. "Will you reign as my lady, or must I leave this chance to another?"

Ophelia knelt down without hesitation, entranced by the intensity of the atmosphere. Her eyes were bright with determination; it was not only a test of self-assertion, but also an acceptance of her destiny.

"My Dark Lord," she said, her voice trembling but full of devotion, "I swear to serve you and your cause. I will fight in the shadows, I will do anything to magnify your power."

As these words echoed through the Death Eaters, Voldemort bowed his head with a satisfied smile. He placed his hands on Ophelia's shoulders and slowly lifted her to her feet. When he touched her in front of everyone, it was as formal as a crowning ceremony, and as personal as that.

"My Lady," said Voldemort, his voice now barely a whisper, but every ear in the room could hear him, "You are no longer alone. This community will be with you, along with me."

The crowd roared in approval at Voldemort's words. Reinhard Lestrange and the others looked at Ophelia with eyes of admiration or envy. Voldemort raised Ophelia's hand and formally introduced her to his side as the Dark Lady.

"Ophelia Black, the spirit of darkness, the essence of power. From this day on, she will be loyal only to me, and rule by my side."

Ophelia took a shaky breath in the crowd. The support she had received and Voldemort's trust in her had allowed her to take another step toward her dark destiny. But deep down, a dark whisper questioned whether she should surrender completely to this path.

[miss-grimwood]

Colours - Bellamione

(smut)

‘Have you ever considered wearing colours?’ Hermione asked.

Bellatrix scoffed. ‘Black is a colour.’

‘It’s not, it’s a shade.’ Hermione corrected.

‘I look good in black.’

Thinking the conversation was over, Bellatrix rolled over, snuggling into Hermione’s side.

‘I think you’d look good in red.’ Hermione continued. As she spoke, her hand trailed up Bellatrix’s thigh, pulling her black nighty up around her hips.

‘So pretty against your skin,’ she continued, her fingers continuing on their path, finding Bella’s clit. Bellatrix gasped as she pressed down gently, moving her fingers in slow, barely there circles.

‘Would you wear red for me?’ Hermione purred. Bellatrix squirmed under her touch, desperate for more.

‘Yes,’ she mumbled, if only to satisfy Hermione, to make her press harder.

‘Do you mean it?’ She asked, pausing her movements.

‘Please, Mione, I mean it.’

‘Good girl,’ Hermione growled, flipping Bellatrix onto her back.

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[moonyeyedstar]

Kinktober Day 30: Bellatrix Lestrange x f!reader- Knife Play

*18+*

*a/n noncon, blood, blood eating, being cut, dark themes, forced use of toys, disturbing for some, don’t do this irl it’s not safe, please don’t harm yourselves or others*

“Such a pretty girl,” she cooed creepily into your ear.  She captured you from a mission, now she had you nude and tied up in an empty room in the manor.  You tried tugging at the restraints but they were charmed, the more you fought it the more they tightened.  She pulled out her knife, holding the silver tip to your throat making your breath hitch.  “Such a pretty girl,” she repeated dragging the tip of the knife down from your throat to your sternum before resting it by your belly button.  You were careful not to move so you did not accidentally aid the knife to impale you.  “Such a pretty girl but such a shame I have to cut you up, ruin you,” she said with a breathy baby voice that made your stomach churn.

“Stop!”  You cried out, feeling hopeless, you were stuck.  She let out a maniacal cackle, what is wrong with her?  You look at her horrified, tears streaming down your face.  A thin faint line from where her dagger had cut you began to bead with blood, it stang.

“Listen to me, you pathetic girl!”  Her shriek rang throughout the manor.  “If you follow my command I will let you walk out of here alive, but only if you listen to my every word, are we understood?!”

“Y-Yes,” you choked back your tears,  you would do whatever it took to walk out of this room alive.

“Good!”  She grabbed the knife once more, the tip of the blade poking right under your belly button before she dragged it down and around to go down your inner thigh, deep enough to leave a trail of blood beads but not deep enough to kill you.  You winced from the pain and fought to keep your trembling thighs at ease.  “Look at you, behaving already, it’s so pathetic how terrified you are, how weak you are, you can’t even fight back!”  She hissed at you before placing her dagger beside you tauntingly before disappearing from the room into the giant walk-in closet.  Your heart was pounding.  She came back with a long thick silicone toy, it looked like a torture device.

“What is that?”  You gawked at its size, if she was trying to put that inside of you there was no way it would fit.

“A toy you stupid girl,” she hissed as she lined it up to your involuntarily wet entrance, your body was prepared but your mind wasn’t.

“That won’t fit, mistress,” you whimpered.

“It will fit if I want it to fit!”  With one forceful push, she split you open around the toy.  You screamed out in pain which she seemed to enjoy.  Your cunt was hot as if it was bleeding, you felt ripped apart.  Tears began to stream down your face and Bellatrix took this as the perfect opportunity to regain hold of her knife and held it to your throat, “Another peep and I’ll slit your throat!”

“S-Sorry, mistress,” you cried and sucked in your breath, doing your best to be as silent as possible.  She smiled in a sense as if she was pleased with you but she looked demented, she was demented.  She let out a shrilly whiney sound before charming the dildo to fuck you at a brutal pace.  You sobbed silently, it hurt so bad but you did not want to prolong this.

“Look at you, taking it so well, oh what a sight to be seen.  Is that blood?”  She smirked evilly and used her free hand to collect blood from the cunt onto her fingertips before licking it off and letting out a delighted squeal before removing the bloody toy from within you and diving between your thighs.  She began to fuck you with her tongue, devouring the metallic taste of your blood on her tongue.  You choked back a moan, the pleasure slowly mixing into the pain.  You felt so confused, she was psychotic, pure evil, and you hated her, but why did it start to feel so good?  “Moan for me!  Moan for me you ungrateful bitch!”  She screamed between your thighs, the vibration from her scream rippling through your clit causing your hips to jolt slightly up towards her face.

“Oh, Mistress,” you cried out for her and she continued to abuse your cunt with her tongue, you slowly felt yourself nearing a dreaded orgasm.  “F-Feel so good, thank you,” you moaned, wanting her to see you as grateful and let you free after she was done abusing you.  She continued to devour, it was not long before you finished on her face and panted as quietly as possible.  Bellatrix came up for air and smirked at you, her face covered in your blood, you felt goosebumps prickle over your skin.

“I suppose I should let you go,” she said in a singsongy voice and licked as much of your blood off of her lips before untying you.  The second the restraints dropped she grabbed her knife, “Go now or I will kill you, 10, 9, 8, 7…”  You jumped up with all your strength not even looking back for your clothes before bolting out of the manor, her evil cackle fading out in the background as you fled the scene.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 5

Warnings: Smut (Severus), non-con from both parties (Lucius), trigger warnings of rape (Greyback), 18+ readers only

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

There were four of them and I was dragged harshly between two of them. My feet stumbled on the gravel, hopping when a particularly sharp stone hit the bottom of my feet. Their grip on my upper arms was unpleasantly tight. 

As we approached the black wrought-iron gate that guarded the large mansion forebodingly, they all lifted their left arms and passed through the gate. I was dragged through, feeling as though I was being scraped by Iron blades. 

My heart was beating, not in fright, but in anticipation. I would get to see Severus. And while I had no hopes that he would be helping me escape, or even that he would talk to me, seeing his face would be enough. 

It was stupid, irrational. My visions never deviated from their course. There was no reason to worry that Voldemort would kill my fiancé until the planned time. 

But still, separated from war and being on opposite sides. . . it made me nervous and I would be glad to see his face. 

As I was dragged up the long pathway, I started mentally calculating all of the possible outcomes. 

Voldemort might keep me. Try and use my visions or even a little shiny trinket to wave in front of Harry's face and tell him to come and get me. Those were good-ish scenarios. I would still be able to plan how to save Severus, Tonks, Fred, and Dad's lives. It would be more difficult, of course, but still doable. 

Or he could kill me flat out. At least my family wouldn't have to out live me by long, that was the singular comfort. The uncomfortable part was wondering where Remus would end up. He would be with Dad and Tonks surely for a little bit. But after dad and Tonks died too? Maybe Andromeda would keep him? Or would Mrs. Weasley take him in? Or would Harry do it? Trang was to tell him I was his sister and explain the whole story if I did die. 

Trang. 

I prayed that she was okay as I was dragged through the doorway into the manner. 

I knew where I was of course- Malfoy Manor. Though I had never stepped foot into the place, it was both grand, cold, and luxurious all at the same time. 

Like all of the portraits in the Wizarding World, the ones on the walls watched as I was dragged down the hallway. They didn't talk to each other, only judging me and my worth with cold, calculating stares. 

Two figures appeared at the end of the hallway. One was a feminine figure that I saw first as the second followed behind slower. Her wild black hair was curly and it made all of her facial features stand out dramatically. Her lips were puffy and red, her eyelids heavily lidded and dark. 

Bellatrix clapped her hands excitedly, but her good humor was quickly diminished as the Death Eater on my left addressed her, "Is he in?" 

"No." Bellatrix said, her eyes becoming narrowed and shrewd. "I will take her from here." 

"The Dark Lord's orders were very clear. We are to put Kane or Potter in the dungeons." The Death Eater clearly didn't know who he was talking to. Or he was stupid. Or he was brave. I wasn't sure. 

"I will take her from here." Bellatrix repeated, her smile also fading now, turning more into an ugly frown. 

The Death Eater made motions like he was going to ignore her and simply take me to the dungeons anyways, but the second one let me go and started to back away slowly. 

I looked at Bellatrix and then my eyes flickered behind to see the man behind her. 

I used Legilimens shields to make sure no emotions flickered over my face. 

Severus stood there, straight back and shoulders tense. His black eyes had no emotion in them, even as mine met his. His long black hair was oily as it came down around his face. 

I flicked my eyes back to Bellatrixs', and only met them for a second before I suddenly felt cool tile under my cheek, while the rest of my body felt like it was on fire. 

I knew that Severus had this way of separating his mind from his body while under the Cruciatus Curse. It was part of his superb Legilimens skills. But, I had not mastered that level and my throat burned as the screams erupted from it. Ungodly noises that didn't sound like they should come from any human. 

I couldn't tell if I had gone blind from pain or if I had squeezed my eyes shut, but when my body was released from the curse and I was just laying there in agony, learning to breathe, my eyes fluttered open to see the chandelier above me. 

"Bellatrix." Severus' voice was like music to my ears after such pain. It was the same voice he used in the classroom, like he hated everybody- including me. Harsh and baritone, deep, conveying nothing seemingly, but ultimately all of his hate and contempt for the person he was talking to. 

"What Snape?" Bellatrix snapped. 

"I would be. . . appeased if I could have her for thirty or forty minutes." I could picture the curl of his lip and my eyes fluttered, because I wanted to see it. See him. His face. 

I saw Bellatrixs' face first, amused in her misunderstanding of Severus' words. "I wish I could witness it. But I suspect you'll want a more private audience." 

"Very private." This time I saw Severus' face. He was coming the closet he ever would to smiling, in the presence of someone he detested. And it was a mocking, cruel smile, that I almost never saw from him. 

Bellatrix cackled at that, flaunting off to the side. Severus dragged me to my feet harshly. I didn't even have the strength to fight him off. He threw me over his shoulder, rather unflattering, but I didn't care at the particular moment. 

I only knew things had changed when the sound of a door clicked behind us and suddenly, he was placing me gently on my back on the bed. His large, rough hands were cupping my face delicately. The tunnels of black were suddenly full of warmth, love, and worry. 

"Elizabeth?" His voice was soft, musical in reality now. 

"Sev." I whispered back, throat so dry my voice cracked. "Oh Sev." 

His lips gently pulled mine into a hug. Enveloping them warmly, protectively almost. Mine responded in kind, submitting, letting his dominate. His tongue dipped lightly against my lips and they parted, allowing the intrusion desperately. 

My strength was coming back and my hands slid up his arms, before they wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss became more desperate. Our tongues entwined with each others, noses smashed against each others cheeks. Our breathing was ragged, neither of us wanting to let go to breathe fresh air. 

His hands were sliding behind my back, undoing the zipper for the sleeveless dress. "What a beautiful colour on you." He breathed out, finally sitting back. 

I stood up, letting the dress slide from my body and his arms pulled me to him again. He made his own clothes disappear with a simple snap of his fingers and before me was a rugged man. 

He would never be beautiful enough to be called a God or to be carved into a pedestal of marble. Because Severus Snape was not a beautiful man. He was not perfect or glorious. He was scarred and strong. Rugged. He was. . . distinguished. Regal. Dignified. 

Mine. 

It was as though, while the two of us were staring at each other, memorizing each other again, we were thinking the same thing. 

"Mine." both of us whispered it together before Severus was pushing me back into the pillows of the bed. He grabbed his wand, lazily waving it towards my arm. Thin, black rope twined around them, wrapping intricately around my wrists. It didn't cut into my wrists, even as my arms held firm. 

"Just in case." Severus whispered softly, dipping his lips down, catching my nipple between his teeth, before sucking. I whimpered, a soft sound and one I hadn't made in months. 

His other hand palmed the other breast. Squeezing the soft flesh and he ran his thumb over my peaked nipple over and over again. It was such a strange sensation for both of us. The softness to him and the stimulation for me. 

I ground my hips against his, his cock rubbing against my clit. Now that it was just the two of us, seemingly alone, I was aroused for him. Never mind that Bellatrix and Lucius and Greyback and all of the other Death Eaters were in the house somewhere. Never mind that Voldemort would be approaching when he heard of my capture. 

It was just Severus and me. Living in our own world. 

"Please fuck me sir." I whispered quietly against the shell of his ear. "Professor." 

Severus grabbed my jaw harshly, a lust in his eyes. "What a naughty girl, begging for her Professors cock." 

"Yes Professor. Please give me your cock." I begged. Our voices low enough so that they could only reach our ears. But they held the same weight and lust and desire as if we were screaming it at the rooftops. 

"Naughty girls don't usually get what they want." Severus smirked, running his lips down my stomach, nipping at the skin. "Why should you be any different?" 

I refused to say anything depressing or anything that would break the spell. "Because I'm only naughty for you." 

Severus' eyes glinted in understanding. This was our fantasy for now, to be broken by reality only after we were done. 

"That is true. Which makes you a good girl by definition. And good girls always get what they want." Severus hummed, licking my neck, before sucking a hicky under my ear. 

He lifted my hips up slightly and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrusted into me and I couldn't help it, couldn't stop it. I moaned loudly, tossing my head back into the pillows. I knew the others would hear- I knew they had to be curious about it. Severus wasn't exactly known for this. But I didn't care. 

I even smiled a little at the rumors that would follow Severus after this. 'Damn, Snape is so good in bed, he can even got that victim of his, the Kane girl, to be pleasured'. I almost laughed. Severus would glare at everyone. 

Severus had seen it in my head and rolled his eyes. "You're imagination is adorable." 

This time, I did smile full out, before pressing my lips to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me and I let out a whimper as he hit a good spot inside of me. He had them memorized, hitting them in the perfect timing and succession so that I was whimpering and thrashing underneath him. 

"I'm going to cum." I whimpered, both of us ignoring the creak in the doorway. Neither of us turning to see who it was. 

Severus said nothing verbally, but he nipped at the soft skin of my breasts and I knew that it was permission. I screamed, squeezing my eyes shut, feeling the pleasure radiate through my body. 

As we both calmed down, we saw that the door had been shut again. Whoever had been here had left. 

Severus' time was up. We stared at each other for a long time, simply holding hands. Finally, I whispered. "Don't do anything stupid. Don't. . . don't compromise a thing. You. . ." I looked around and lowered my voice even more, "You do not compromise the entire world over me." 

We stared each other in the eyes. I knew he was waiting for me to back down, but I refused. He would not. I saw how this ended and he could not risk it. 

"Just keep your promise." Severus whispered, and finally moved so that he was off the bed, getting dressed again. 

I didn't say anything. I had crossed my fingers when he'd made me promise. It didn't count, there was no promise. 

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I sat in the corner of the jail cell. 

Jail cell? Or was it more of a dungeon cell? Cell in the dungeon? 

I digress. 

Either way, it was a cell. It was in the farthest back corner in the dungeon from the door as possible. There were three walls of thick, damp stone around me, the one wall that was not, consisted of thick metal- probably Iron- bars along with the door, which was locked. 

It was a small cell, with nothing in it. Not even a bench to sleep or sit on. There were manacles connected to the walls, though surprisingly they had not chained me. Perhaps they figured, wandless and having nothing on me but the dress, I would not be able to escape. 

Well, they were right about that. 

I sat in the corner of the dungeon, curled up in a ball with my head resting against the wall. Not out of fear, but it was freezing, and it was hard to stay warm in the dress. 

My long hair came in handy. It was thick and luscious, especially having been washed earlier that morning. So it was warm, almost like a blanket and was nice feeling on my shoulders. But it wouldn't last for long. 

From what I understood by Bellatrixs' scathing words, Voldemort was not in the country at the moment. And since I was not Harry Potter, he didn't feel the need to come back as quickly. Which meant I was going to be in here for a few days before he even bothered to see to me. 

It made me feel a little better. Perhaps it would give me time to figure out a plan to escape. . . but it wasn't looking promising. 

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming down the pathway. They were quick, but they were heavier than Severus' and Bellatrixs'. 

My heart started to beat heavily. Perhaps Voldemort had changed his mind. Perhaps he was here for me now. 

But it was Lucius, who stood in front of my cell. 

He looked different, than the last time I had seen him, standing in front of me at the Ministry. His hair was still long, but it didn't look as well cared after. His face was gaunter, more shadowy. He looked. . . almost ill. Paler for sure. And his hands seemed to be shaking just a little bit. 

I wondered for a second, if he was letting me go. But as he opened the cell and stepped inside, closing the door behind him, I figured that was a foolish take. He would  not let me go. 

I noticed his eyes were off. The pale blue-grey orbs weren't focused. But I couldn't imagine what the cause of that would be. He didn't smell drunk, so he had to be coherent. 

But I had no more tries to think of anything before his hands and lips were on me. 

My brain didn't react right away. At first, it was just stuck in motionless shock. His hands felt like Severus' hands and his lips tasted like tea and honey. His hair was soft against my cheek, tickling it, just like Severus. My brain was trying to comprehend what was happening and for a second, my eyes fluttered closed, lips molding under Lucius'. 

It took only three and a half seconds for my brain to reboot. By that point, Lucius had removed my dress for the most part and he was freeing his length from the confines of his wizarding robes. 

I finally reacted. Stupidly. I knew that I had no chance of truly fighting this. I grabbed his shoulders, pushing him backwards and then winced as he truly fell back, hitting his head harshly against the bars. 

Oh shite. 

Lucius lunged for me, pinning me against the stone floor. I twisted in his arms, but his grip was strong and his legs caged me in, preventing me from retaliating. His thrust was sudden and not as painful as I thought it would be. 

Then I remembered that Severus hadn't cleaned me up. So the slick that was leftover from him was lubricating Lucius, giving him an easier time and for me- it was less painful. It hadn't been that long for me being in here anyways. Ten or fifteen minutes. 

"Wait." I gasped out, still trying to fight him. He was moving as though on autopilot, his thrusts even and fast. I hated that I was actually feeling some semblance of pleasure from it. I focused on his face, which was stoic and glazed. 

I grunted, trying to wrench out of his grasp again, and then gasped, a wave of pleasure shooting through my entire body. I clenched my teeth together, back arching. Fuck. 

"LET ME GO!" I shouted, trying to turn now. 

"Stay still." He finally spoke and it sent chills up my spine. His words weren't harsh or spiteful or even gloating. He seemed calm and collected and I was staring to think that something was wrong. 

That was confirmed as he suddenly froze, mid thrust. I panted, staring up at him. My entire body was shaking and breath hitched in my throat. I watched his eyes become more aware. 

And then suddenly, he launched his body away from me, ripping himself out of me which made me whimper in pain, curling up, putting pressure on the sensitive parts. I heard him curse as he smacked his own head against the bars this time. 

"How long was I down here?" He spat at me. There was the tone I was expecting. 

I struggled backwards to sit up, gauging him with my eyes. "W- What?" 

"How long was I down here?" He looked like he was about to panic. His eyes were darting around the entire cell and he looked down at himself. He shoved his length back in his wizarding robes, glancing at me again. His eyes were horrified and suddenly full of self-hatred. 

"You weren't. . . aware?" I asked, trying to figure out what was going on. Imperius Curse? But who here would force him to force himself on me? It didn't make sense. 

I scanned him again, trying to get my brain working again. 

"I'm ill." Lucius whispered. "Fuck." He put his face in his hands, looking like he wanted to die right then and there. 

"Somno Maledictum." I whispered to myself. 

"Smart girl." He muttered, rather bitterly. 

"I don't understand." I whispered again. Somno Maledictum was an illness that had to do with sleep. It was a form of sleep walking, but instead of actually looking like you were asleep and walking, you did everything. But it also depended on what you were thinking about. 

The disease could kick in whenever, with no warning. For example, a housekeeper that had Somno Maledictum, might be thinking about a house she had to clean. She could black out upon entering the house. She might come around a few hours later and find the house completely done. 

It was disorienting and it was a rare disease. Cures weren't even ready made for it because it was so rare and one of the flowers in the ingredients was rare. But for Lucius Malfoy, that shouldn't matter. He had all the money in the world. 

"But you're rich." I protested, trying to wrap my head around it. "You can afford the cure so-" 

"What is wrong with you?" Lucius spat at me. 

I blinked, a little hurt. "I- what?" 

"I just. . . raped you." He struggled with the words and my sympathy increased tenfold. "I just violated you and you're just. . ." 

"Well it wasn't you, was it?" I demanded. "You were blacked out, how were you supposed to stop yourself?" 

"Severus is going to kill me." Lucius muttered, not answering my question. He put his face in his hands again. "If the Dark Lord doesn't kill me first." 

I rolled my eyes. "Pretty sure the Dark Lord is going to congragulate you on raping me." 

Lucius flinched and glared at me, "That wasn't what I was referring to. I'm useless and I'm a liability. I thought. . ." He drifted off and said, "He asked for my wand. I was blacked out then. I came to with his hand in front of me. I made a fool of myself, he thought I was asking for his wand. I thought he was going to kill me then. I keep this up. . ." 

"Why haven't you asked Professor Snape for a cure?" I asked. "He's sure to make you one and I know he would keep it a secret for you." 

"Oh yeah." Lucius responded bitterly. "I just raped his wife, really don't think he's going to feel like helping me." 

My heart started to pound in my chest. I tried to laugh. "Professor Snape isn't married." 

Lucius sighed. "He's my best friend, Miss Kane. No one else can pick up on it. It's. . . the Dark Lord did allude that you could be used in such a manor. But I wasn't going to touch you because Severus is my best friend. . . if I can use such a childish term. He's really more like a brother. But now. . ." 

I found myself getting to my feet. I forgot I was naked and knelt back down in front of Lucius. My hand cupped his cheek and he flinched, staring at me with such confusion. "What- why-" I ran a finger down his neck and he shuddered, falling silent. 

"Mr. Malfoy. . . Lucius. . ." I whispered, horror coming over me. I looked straight into his eyes. "You have. . . months-" 

"I know." Lucius whispered, putting his head down, falling away from my hand. "I know. Look, I'm not-" 

"Lucius." A new voice joined us and we both froze for a second before we saw that it was just Severus, standing in the doorway of the cell. I was relieved that he didn't look angry, just a little sad. But Lucius wouldn't meet his eyes. 

Severus handed me my dress which I took, but didn't put on. Somehow, it was easier to just hold it to my body than try to dress right now. Severus paid attention to Lucius now. 

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Severus asked, taking his face into his hands, gauging how sick Lucius was. 

"What does it matter? He's going to win. I'll wish to be dead anyways." Lucius muttered. "And I wanted to protect you." 

"Yes, you're always doing that. You should cut it out." Severus replied, the smallest of smiles coming over his face. 

"Severus, he's. . ." I didn't say anything else. We could all hear footsteps coming down the hall. They weren't hurried or anything. More like prowling. 

Lucius groaned. "This is my fault. They're going to form a line." 

Severus jerked Lucius to his feet and hissed under his breath, "Act Luc. You're victorious." 

I wasn't sure if Lucius was going to manage it, but I let myself sprawl back on the ground. It was easier to simply curl up on my side and close my eyes to pretend while Severus and Lucius left. I heard the door sliding shut, but they didn't move from the cell. 

"Go a second round Snape?" I shivered, recognizing Greybacks' voice. I think I would've rather of taken anyone else over him. Even multiple others over him. Even the Dark Lord himself. Anyone but Greyback. 

"Nonsense. She's to weak for another round." Severus said in a scathing voice. "I was looking for Lucius. He seems to have worked her out quite well." 

"I think she's got some more in her." Greyback said. I tried playing dead at this point. Did werewolves like dead meat? 

"I'm warning you-" Severus started and I winced. Severus showing any sort of sympathy was dangerous. 

"Protective?" Greyback sneered. 

"Of my own neck." Severus retorted with his own sneer. "It's your head if something happens to her before the Dark Lord gets to her. And you're not exactly known for keeping your victims alive, Greyback."

"She'll live." Greyback said and I resigned myself to my fate, hearing the cell door slam open. 

I needed to get used to this. It was going to be my life now. And trying to be a girl in a book and think she could fight her way out of it wasn't going to do me any good. 

I whimpered, letting out a cry of real pain, feeling Greybacks' nails, which dug into my skin as he grabbed my arms. 

Severus was still standing there, frozen. His black eyes bore into the back of Greybacks' head and his hand twitched towards his wand. 

I knew he had to leave, even as Greyback was ripping the dress away and I was grateful that I hadn't put it back on. At least it'd still be in one piece later when I had to face Voldemort. 

"What are you two still doing here?" I snapped, lacing anger and also embarrassment into the words. "Want a fucking show?" 

Severus met my eyes and straightened his shoulders. He was still to tense in my opinion. Lucius fared better, sneering, "Like any show would be passable by you." 

I cried out again as Greyback bit into my neck. Not the way that Severus did, when he wanted to be possessive. Greyback was doing it to taste me. To hurt me. 

Lucius grabbed Severus arm, dragging him down the hallway, quickly. I could hear the sounds of their shoes pounding against the stones. Severus was furious. 

Greyback's nails were sharper than any others. Everywhere they touched, even with him trying to be gentle (ish), they were still leaving scratches, most of them cutting open enough for little droplets of blood to pool on my skin. 

I waited for him to thrust himself into me. But he never did. 

I felt water on my face, tears. Greyback cupped my face, making me wince. He sneered and then flipped my body over so that I was on my stomach. I cried out as he pulled my hips back. 

I had a singular, incoherent thought before I felt some of the worst pain in my life: He's a dog and he likes doggy style. Go figure. 

Severus and I had never done anal and quite frankly, even if we had, I was sure it would not have stopped the immense pain that I felt radiate through me as he forced himself into me. 

The scream that came from me sounded inhuman. I didn't even have the strength to hold it back. I desperately hoped that Severus could not hear me. 

The pain was great and black spots danced in front of my eyes, which I squeezed shut. There was an aching pain in my lower back as well. 

It felt like hours, but couldn't have been more than ten minutes. By the time he was done, I was weak and half unconscious. I could smell sweat and blood, which was probably a bad thing. I let out a final whimper as he pulled out of me. 

"What a sweet little thing." Greyback purred. His breath was terrible and his teeth so close to me made my neck throb in remembrance. "I can't wait until the Dark Lord lets you be mine." 

I shuddered, but said nothing and moved not an inch as he exited the door. The cell door closed with a clang. 

I laid there on the stones, feeling the coolness of them under my body. The pain had faded now. Mostly. 

Now that I had gone through it, I wasn't actually all to sure I could get used to this. And what if Greyback was right? What if the Dark Lord handed me over to him? 

I had to get out of here. I just had to figure out how. 

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Snowball Puppy ~Dom!Bellatrix Lestrange xFem Puppy!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— A day in the snow turns a heated rivalry into a passion filled night. Anon Response— Hey hey anon!! Thanks for the request. Bellatrix could always use more content! No mommy kink, just like you asked. Enjoy! ♥️

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Prompt— Playing in the Snow

#17. “Don’t make me ask again”

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#49. “You look so good when you beg...”

Warnings: NSFW, light smut, fingering, dom/sub relations, puppy play, begging, begging kink, teasing, taunting, intimidation, hate-sex, enemies to lovers, implied future smut, etc.

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You, Bellatrix, and Draco were outside, in the middle of a snow blurry, running around and playing in the snow.You were Draco’s Godmother, and you live and adored Draco. Bellatrix you barely stomached. It was his idea to invite her out in the snow. You merely grumbled along.

Suddenly you felt a hard pelt of snow on the back of your neck. You turned around and saw a grinning Draco, his hands filled with snowballs.

You smirked and quickly began rolling your own icy weapons. But instead of throwing them at Draco, you flung them Bellatrix’s way. The witch shrieked as an icy ball hit her in the shoulder. She looked madly furious. Then you threw another one, hitting her neck this time.

You giggled endlessly as she jumped about in a cold spout of rage. Your last throw of your snowballs landed right in the woman’s face. You gasped and placed your hand over your mouth in reaction. Draco bursted out in laughter.

But then Bellatrix stared you down and began charging toward you. With intent and ferocity. And you quickly made a run for it. You scampered back into Malfoy Manor, yelling back at Draco for help. But Draco was rolling in the snow, laughing endlessly, and certainly not helping you.

You ran inside the Manor and up the stairs, down the corridors, until you reached your guest room. You ran in, shut the door behind you, and collapsed against it panting.

It wasn’t long before Bellatrix caught up with you. You could tell from her sinister cackling. It always sent shivers down your spine.

She banged on the door, taunting your name and trying to get in. But your body kept the door firmly closed. That was until magic was involved.

A split second later, you were hurled forward onto the ground and the door swung open violently. It closed itself as Bellatrix entered, staring down at you as you scrambled to get up. But she hindered you, stepping on your chest, effectively keeping you pinned on the ground.

Your eyes widened and your breathing shallowed at this compromising position. But a spark of courage lighted in you as her dark and dangerous eyes met your gaze. You weren’t going down without a fight.

“Stop doing that. Let me go.” You gritted out through your teeth.

Bellatrix grinned like a Cheshire Cat and tilted her head, pushing her foot down further and threatening to cut off your oxygen flow to your lungs.

“I think you like it…!” she jeered in her taunting manner.

You growled in response, barring your teeth while squirming underneath her heel. Bellatrix chuckled and accepted your challenge.

“Fine then. Beg. Beg me to let you go.” She jeered.

Your breath hitched in your breath.

“Fuck you!” You sneered.

Bellatrix chuckled darkly and shook her head.

“Don’t make me ask again” she threatened darkly.

The newfound edge and dominance to her tone got to you.

“I… umm” you stammered, your face getter redder and redder.

“What’s the matter, pup…?” Bellatrix jeered.

The pet name sent waves right to your core… ferocious, unrelenting waves.

“P-please…”

The pressure tightened once more on your chest. She was saying it wasn’t good enough.

“Please Bellatrix… please…” you begged, “please please please—” you chanted, closing your eyes out of embarrassment.

This made the woman smirk wickedly.

“Please please…!” She mocked you.

Your eyes shot opened widened at her tone and you gulped.

This time you involuntarily jerked your hips upward, your body suddenly needing relief and some sort of friction. This made Bellatrix chuckle darkly. Bellatrix then released her foot from your chest, letting you breath once more.

With a muttering spell under her breath, Bellatrix moved you onto your bed. You were frozen as the woman pounced on you, pinning you to the bed. You moved your head to the side, as her face came right up to yours, and her tongue licked up the trial of your neck and jaw.

You wanted to hate it. But you didn’t… You coudn’t… your body was giving in.

Your hips jerked up once more, making the woman chuckle again. While keeping you successfully pinned to the bed, one of Bellatrix’s hands wandered down in between your legs, her fingers grazing your clothes center. This only made you jerk your hips even more, making your mind more and more dizzy.

Bellatrix growled in response.

“P-please please… don’t stop—-” you sputtered.

“You look so good when you beg, pup…” Bellatrix cooed wickedly. 

“I h-hate you… I—” you breathed out roughly.

But you were cut off as her fingers slipped under your clothing layers and two of them slid into your warmth.

“I know, pup… I know…” Bellatrix cooed lustfully, pumping and curling into your cunt at a fast and harsh pace.

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Day 17 - Scarf

Yep, that scarf. if you know, you know. Entirely NSFW, a lemon from the very start, no plot, all smut

Also another long one

Lord Voldemort climbed atop his barely coherent paramour, half-mad with desire, the other half mad with the notion he was not the only man to see her like this.

Bella panting, blushing, naked beneath him.

He gathered her wrists above her head, pinning them together with a single hand, her hands and his digging into the pillow, over her tumbling curls. The softness of her hair elicited a memory in him.

The scarf. The damned green, near transparent scarf, had been soft in his hands as well.

His left hand reached through the air, his palm turned up and awaiting. The scarf flew into it, and Lord Voldemort wasted no time in tying Bella’s dainty wrists to the headboard.

“Your husband said you should wear it,” he teased.

The pupils in her grey eyes went wider, and he thought, even if just for a second, that he would like to dive in and get lost in their enticing darkness. And never come up again.

Instead, Bella wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him closer with her thighs. He devoured her lips, robbing her of the fleeting moment of control. He rubbed his palms up and down her sides, from shoulder blades to hips, reveling in the way her body spasmed under his.

He rocked against her, teasing her, weaving back and forth across the line of pleasure-pain that ruled her desire. She was swollen and sore, but delightfully pink and wet, he saw as he pulled himself back to sit on his haunches.

He let his fingers caress her inner thighs, delighting in the shiver of her skin. She’d have bruises there in the morning. He had been rather careless in his ravishing tonight. He smiled, thinking of the things he had already done to her tonight. Of her naked body pressed against his, then against the mirror. Of the way he had carried her mellow, sated body to his bed while her mind was still high on pleasure, just to take her again, hard and rough and fast, until she had mewled her pleasure from beneath him, fighting for every breath under his weight.

His own desire stirred again, heat pooling low in his belly, hardening in his groin. He leaned forward, placing his hand steadily over Bellatrix’s mons, palm all pressure while his fingers teased her lips.

Bella’s hiss turned into a hum under his touch. He cast a vibrating charm on his own hand, and watched her struggle to release her hands. Her legs came entirely off the mattress, thighs twisting together over his hand, knees and ankles pressed together, toes curling as she pleaded, with moans and gasps, for him to stop.

He would do no such thing. She had spent the entire evening teasing him with that damned scarf and filthy, delicious visions of herself slipping those damned thin straps off her shoulders. He would have her beg for him.

Bella’s pleading eyes found his. He renewed his spell and her eyes rolled back, a moan breaking loose from her throat only to die against his lips. She went limp, her body slowly unfurling, limbs stretching on the mattress. She weakly returned his kisses.

He could stop now, he ought to, really, as she was utterly spent. And yet, he felt like the scarf hadn’t been put to proper use. With a playful nip of her lips, he whispered a spell into the shell of her ear.

“Tergeo,” he said, a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth. Bellatrix opened her eyes, and looked at him, content. Her body clean, and fresh, and rid of all evidence of their night.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

Lord Voldemort did not acknowledge her words in any way. He removed his equally clean hand from between her legs, and pushed Bellatrix’s hair off her neck. He gave her a moment of respite, if only to better savour her surprise the next second.

Bellatrix stretched, her hands reaching for the headboard, pulling herself slightly up on the pillows, trying to alleviate the tension of the scarf around her wrists. She looked up, to the green garment that had got her into such trouble. She didn’t dare ask to be released. Knowing her master, and considering her previous teasing, he would leave her to sleep like this.

His low laughter caught all of her attention. Mirth, true mirth, was a rare thing in the Dark Lord.

She turned her head towards him, smiling. She was sated, and willing to bet his laughter meant he was too.

The glint in his eyes was enough to prove her wrong.

“We’re not done, Bella. Oh, no, I’m not done with you,” he growled into the skin of her neck, trailing kisses down the column of muscle there. “We’re merely starting over.” He balanced his body on his elbows, looming over her.

She swallowed a whimper. She felt depleted, and yet her body seemed to awaken again under his gaze.

“My Lord?” she asked, unsure of what else to do.

It was the wrong question. Or the right one, perhaps. Lord Voldemort’s eyes flashed red, and she knew she had stirred something within him. It was entirely the right question.

She expected hungry kisses, possessive hands, even daring fingers, but not what followed.

The Dark Lord parted her legs with his right arm, pulling her left thigh up onto his right shoulder, and then lowered his body into the mattress, settling between her legs. She could not peel her eyes off him as he moved, and he held her gaze as he adjusted her right leg upon his left shoulder.

He kissed the skin of her inner thighs, where it was softest, first one side, then the other, allowing his chin and nose to drag across her swollen core. The gasping scream that earned him nearly destroyed his resolve to tease her within an inch of her sanity. He looked up, watching her breasts move with every heave of her chest. He kissed her lips, and the painful but pleasurable cry that escaped her told him she was entirely too sensitive to tolerate his touch for long. She moved her feet to his back, her heels softly pushing down and away.

This would be torture for her. He caught a glimpse of the green scarf, which she had tangled further in between her hands in a hopeless effort of either setting herself free or pulling herself away from him. The sight of it was enough to have him focus on his goal again.

Teasing.

He wrapped his arms around each of her thighs, pulling her feet off his back while steading her hips. She wouldn’t be able to move. Then, he dove into her. Tongue and lips and all, going so far as to carefully drag his teeth across her sensitized clit.

The sounds that drew from her were delirious. Her body squirmed, trying and failing to get away. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her down every time she managed to gain an inch away from him.

“Master!”

“What?” he asked, taking a deep breath before resuming her torture.

He pressed his tongue against her and sucked. Bellatrix bucked, successfully pushing his mouth off her. He gave her the respite she had earned, head leaning on her leg.

“Stop! Enough,” she said, gasping for air between words, her whole body working for every single breath.

He plunged his mouth into her one last time, reveling in her desperate moans. He gathered enough focus to pry into her mind, and found her on the verge of despair between pleasure and pain.

“Beg!” he ordered, kissing her thighs again. He licked a path up her body then, giving her a second of peace before twisting two fingers into her.

She curled her legs up again, trying to hold his arm between them and twist away from his touch. She was so close, yet it was unbearable.

“My Lord, it’s too much.”

“Beg!”

She didn’t. She wouldn’t. His Bella would not crack so easily. Stubborn and proud, begging did not come naturally to her. And he knew it.

He pushed his body back in between her legs, leaving her core at the mercy of his fingers. He curled his fingers inside, and pushed his thumb against her nub, rubbing it in circles. He felt her inner walls quiver and squeeze his fingers, which prompted him to alleviate all pressure at once.

Her complaint was very audible, and her eyes searched for his, pleading.

“Would you like me to stop now?”

“Mm-mpht… no! Not now!”

“What do you have to say to me?”

Her mind had become an incoherent mess. He moved his fingers inside her, gathering her thoughts and cuing an answer out of her.

“Please…” her voice died in her throat.

“Please what?”

“Please, my Lord, please-”

“Stop?”

“No!”

“What then, Bella?”

He kissed her, his thumb resuming its motion.

“What then, Bella?” he growled low into her ears.

“Master! I nn-need-” her voice trailed off again, giving place to a mewl ripped from deep within her.

“What do you have to say to me?” he asked, kissing her. His fingers teased her, but never touched her in quite the right way.

She pulled her lips from him, inhaling sharply.

“I’m sorry, my Lord. I’m sorry about the scarf, Master,” she said, her wide grey eyes pleading with him. “Make it stop, please, please make it stop, my Lord.”

Lord Voldemort laughed, removing his fingers from her entirely.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl now, Bella.”

He released her wrists with one wave of his hand. The green scarf fell from the headboard, landing on her curls. Her hands came to rest on her chest, angry red lines marking them. She was still panting beneath him, still not done. They weren’t over yet.

He entered her with one long, slow thrust. His hands gathered her body close to his as he pushed deeper. She arched her back under him, pushing herself against him, her body already succumbing to her pleasure. He made sure to rub against her as he thrust, and her pleasure enveloped him completely.

He kissed the last moan off her lips, and abandoned himself into the familiar cradle of her hips.

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