rodolphus-lestrangex - Tumblr blog

rodolphus-lestrangex · 26 days ago

Text

Reblogging this because 🔥

Bang, bang, BANG. The thunderous crash of fireworks ripped through the night sky, each explosion a wild declaration of freedom, as if the world itself were breaking apart—leaving Rodolphus standing on the edge, untamed and untouchable, consumed by the fierce, intoxicating roar of new beginnings. Muggle traditions could be fun after all, he thought. Especially since the loud noises outside perfectly distracted from the bangs and flashes of light that happened within the houses of the neighbourhood on that last cold December night. They had little to nothing to do with new beginnings, on the contrary. The Death Eaters were celebrating New Year’s in their own way. Muggle hunting. Rodolphus didn’t remember whose idea it had been but they had all agreed that their master wouldn’t mind. The wizarding world didn’t really celebrate New Year’s, not in the way muggles did - the solstice and Yule was the last big celebration of the year - but some of them chose to throw parties and watch the fireworks. Rodolphus preferred this. The carnage, the chaos that unfolded as their wands unlocked doors, slashed through the air in a display of power. No, surely the Dark Lord wouldn’t mind that they were cleaning up a little, giving a pretaste of what was yet to come in the name of their Lord. It would take hours for anyone to notice that something was off. They’d long be gone before the aurors would arrive.

“Roddy, over here,” Bella’s excited voice called him over. He could picture her jumping up and down even before turning around and learning that his imagination wasn’t too far from the truth as he reached his wife.

Bella stood above a young woman, probably their age, whom he would have described as conventionally pretty had she not been tainted by the impurity of her Muggle birth. Her blonde hair was stained by a red substance flowing from a cut on her forehead which he quickly determined was her own blood. Her dress was in disarray, slipping off her shoulder on one side, revealing the lace material of her bra, similar to the ones Bella sometimes wore. Bella’s wand was pointed at her again and she looked up at them in fear - an expression Rod had become way too used to. It excited him far less than it had when they first had started doing this.

“Do you like her?” Bella asked with a gleeful smile, yanking her up by her hair and presenting her to him like a trophy. Rodolphus chuckled and raised an eyebrow. He calmly lifted his hand and placed it under the woman’s chin, making her look up at him. Her breathing was fast and ragged, her chest heaving with every breath she took, the thought already manifesting in her mind that they were probably the last ones she would take in her life.

“Please,” she whispered, more to him than to Bella, who had previously caught and hurt her, causing the cut on her head.

“Please what? Spare your life, let you live? We could, of course,” he said, half mocking her, looking at Bella before raising his wand and placing it under her chin where his hand had previously been. “But why should we?”

“Please, I- we have money!” she anxiously eyed his wand, her muggle brain not comprehending the danger coming from it.

“They have money,” he repeated in Bella’s direction and they both laughed out loud. “Sweetie, we have no use for your money. The vintage wine collection we have in our manor is likely worth more than your entire house. But thanks for the offer, it’s…adorable.” Rod could hear a chuckle coming from the doorway and lifted his head to see Avery standing there.

“Bragging as always, Lestrange,” he smirked.

“It would only be bragging if it wasn’t the truth,” Rod replied and before Avery could say another word his attention was drawn back to the woman he held at wand point. She had used this brief distraction - Bella had also paid more attention to Avery than to her - and tried to make a run for it, knowing that it was her only chance.

“Incarcerous!” Bella shouted, conjuring thick ropes that bound the woman’s legs together and arms to her body, making her fall to the ground with a loud thump.

“You and the others can leave when you’re done,” Rod ordered Avery in a tone that suggested he didn’t take no for an answer. “I think Bella and I will take a while to take care of this one.” His gaze lingered on Bella, a hint of something unreadable in his expression, before he turned back to Avery, signaling the conversation was over. Avery briefly glanced between the two of them before smiling knowingly and disappearing in the hallway again.

“Now, where were we?” he murmured, his tone now more a challenge than an order. “Ah, yes. Murder.” He approached Bella who was pinning the muggle woman to the ground, keeping her from thrashing about. Her dress was now completely ripped open at the front, leaving her lying on the floor in her underwear, exposed to them. She looked up at him, eyes wide with an unspoken terror. He knew immediately what terror played in her mind. He knelt down next to her, his eyes scanning her form before meeting Bella’s gaze. “I’m not going to touch you,” he said casually, as if mentioning the weather to her, but there was something in his voice, in the way his eyes lingered on her, that made the words feel like a warning rather than a promise. “That’s more Rookwood’s style. But fortunately for you, he’s upstairs taking care of your friends.”

“Enough talking,” Bella interrupted him, her voice suggesting that she was growing impatient. He nodded, standing up and brushing imaginary dust from his robes. “You’re absolutely right, Bella dear. Do your worst. I’ll just…admire the view.” He let himself fall into a comfortable stance, leaning casually against the wall as if he were settling in for a show. Bella’s jaw tightened, her impatience palpable, but there was something else beneath her anger, something darker. She turned her attention back to the woman.

Rod straightened, watching with increasing interest as Bella adjusted her grip. His heart raced slightly, not out of concern for the woman, but in anticipation of the cruel pleasure that was about to unfold.

The woman, still too terrified to speak, swallowed hard, her hands trying to cover her exposed body, her face flushed with shame and fear. But Bella wasn’t having any of it. “No,” she snapped, her voice cold, and she forced the woman’s arms back down to the floor with a flick of her wrist. “You’ll stay just like this.”

Rod watched closely now, his lips curling into a smile, savoring the moment. A glint of twisted excitement danced in his eyes. He was enjoying the slow build-up, the palpable tension, and the rawness of the moment. It had been far too long since he’d seen Bella at her best, and he was more than ready to witness her in action.

Bella leaned in, her eyes narrowing with predatory focus as she glanced down at the trembling woman beneath her. Her grip tightened on the woman's wrist, forcing her back onto the cold floor. The woman cried out, a small, breathless sound.

Rod stood a few paces away, his eyes gleaming with a twisted hunger, watching every movement intently. His hands were clasped behind his back as if he were observing some exquisite piece of art being slowly unveiled. He was no stranger to this scene, but each time it felt new, raw, exhilarating, like tasting something forbidden.

Bella let out a low, almost growling laugh as she snapped her wand from her sleeve, twirling it between her fingers with practiced ease. The woman, her chest rising and falling rapidly with panic tried to recoil, but Bella's hand pressed harder against her throat, forcing her gaze back to Bella's cruel smile.

"You're going to learn what happens when you defy us," Bella continued, her voice icy.

Rod watched Bella's every move, her face gleaming with cold satisfaction. The woman's resistance, her fragile hope of survival, was crumbling right before his eyes, and he couldn't help the thrill that surged through him. Bella raised her wand, a cruel glint in her eyes, and without hesitation, she muttered a spell under her breath. The air crackled as the curse hit its target. The woman let out a guttural scream, her body arching violently as if an invisible force was tearing at her from the inside. Her skin flushed red, then pale, as the pain spread through her, setting her body on fire.

Rod's breath quickened, his hands instinctively gripping the edge of his robes as he took a step forward, his eyes locked on the woman's suffering. He felt a pulse of pleasure at the sound of her scream, the agony echoing in the small room.

“Come on, Bella, finish her.” Now it was his turn to grow impatient, his mind already wandering to the scene that would play out after the muggle was dead, his pleasure slowly becoming visible. Bella didn’t usually take orders from him, especially not on missions, but today she was in a celebratory mood and as her gaze met his, she immediately recognised the hunger in his eyes.

“Avada Kedavra,” she said coldly, her eyes never leaving her husband as the woman beneath her became limp, her rapid breathing stopping all of a sudden. Rodolphus helped his wife up from the floor, leaving their victim lying motionless on the ground, and Bella’s hungry lips were on his instantly.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked, her words muffled against his lips, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth. His reply was physical as he lifted her onto a table, her legs wrapped around his sides, his excitement pushing into her. He yanked open the top of her corset, her breasts spilling from their previous confinement, and he lowered his head, biting, nibbling, sucking at her pale skin, leaving teeth marks all over her. Bella moaned into his ear. “Rodolphus Lestrange, I need you inside of me, right now.” But Rod had a different idea. His hands snuck under her skirt until they reached the waistband of her thong and pulled it straight off in a swift motion, not caring too much about the thin lace material ripping apart. He smiled at her again before his head disappeared between her legs, pushing her skirts up around her waist. His actions took her by surprise - not that this was a rare occasion, but he had seemed so desperate for release that she had fully expected him to just push straight into her. Rodolphus was glad that the new year’s celebrations were still in full swing outside as Bella’s loud moans began to echo around the house. His tongue slid over her clit with skilled movements, using just the right amount of pressure to make her back arch, before moving further down and pushing between her wet folds and into her. “Rod,” she gasped desperately. Her hand went to the back of his head, fingers grabbing his hair, pushing his tongue further into her. “Mmmh, yes!” It took a little under a minute for Bella to pant and tremble underneath him and he could tell she was nearing her release. He wanted to stop, wanted to bury himself into her and fuck her until they’d both be sore, but there was something so thrilling about watching her respond to the things he did with his tongue that he decided to keep going until she came in his mouth. Which wouldn’t take much longer, judging by the intensity and frequency of her moans and shouted profanities. In the background, very distantly, he could hear people cheer and big fireworks go off.

“F-fuckkk, oh yess, yesss, Rod, I’m- aaaah.” A gush of liquid squirted out of her and into his mouth and he eagerly licked it, letting her ride out her orgasm, holding her trembling body close to him. “Happy new year, Bella,” he groaned before their lips met again for another passionate kiss.

#belladolphus #sickos #happy new year indeed

7 notes · View notes