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Sticky - Ron/Bellatrix - NC-17
Title: Sticky
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Bellatrix
Words: 448
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Sticky
****
Ron dozed, fitfully, leaning against the wall of the cave, a sated Narcissa Malfoy cuddled up beside him.
He hadn’t seen Hannah and Justin since their capture, and he was worried about them.
He knew it was only a matter of time before Harry would be climbing the walls at Grimmauld Place, wanting to send in a rescue mission for the rescue mission, and he was worried about him.
He seemed to have become some sort of Dark Wizard’s frotting post, and that was, possibly, the biggest worry of them all.
Some time before dawn, he was jerked awake by Bellatrix’s spell dragging him to his feet.
“Come, pretty,” she cooed. “Come and play.”
Digging in his heels proved futile and he found himself plunging deeper into the forest, Bellatrix’s wand in the small of his back.
“No one’s coming after us,” he called over his shoulder. “You may as well let us go.”
Bellatrix laughed.
“The brave Harry Potter wouldn’t abandon his catamite,” she scoffed. “He’ll be here.”
“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean,” Ron muttered. “But Harry and I aren’t that close; he won’t come for me.”
He bit his tongue as Bellatrix cackled.
“Then you’re doing it wrong, pretty boy,” she said, as they stopped in a small clearing. “As my good deed for the day, let me show you how it’s done.”
He took a step away from her, backing against a huge tree, and she laughed.
“You’re just making things easier for me, pretty,” she pouted. “Bind him!”
She flicked her wand and his arms flew wide, wrists pressed against the bark. He frowned and tugged at them, not unduly worried until he heard a clicking noise and felt something cold and sticky oozing over his skin.
Frantically looking left and right, he saw shadowy Acromantulas spinning silky strands and binding his arms to the tree.
He went icy cold, his blood almost freezing in his veins.
Bellatrix didn’t seem to notice he had reached a place somewhere beyond a normal level of terror, for she knelt at his feet with a swirl of her robes. He felt her hands unzipping his jeans, as if from a great distance, and something slipped inside his boxers and brushed against his completely disinterested cock.
He almost laughed.
Did she really think he could get it up while an Acromantula squatted over his hand?
He wouldn’t be surprised if he never got it up again.
He closed his eyes as she took him in her mouth, shuddering at the wetness on his cock and his hands, at the hair brushing his belly and his arms.
At the nipping of her teeth and their pincers.
My Medium Sized Table
Title: Sticky
Author:
shocfixPairing: Ron/Bellatrix
Words: 448
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Sticky
****
Ron dozed, fitfully, leaning against the wall of the cave, a sated Narcissa Malfoy cuddled up beside him.
He hadn’t seen Hannah and Justin since their capture, and he was worried about them.
He knew it was only a matter of time before Harry would be climbing the walls at Grimmauld Place, wanting to send in a rescue mission for the rescue mission, and he was worried about him.
He seemed to have become some sort of Dark Wizard’s frotting post, and that was, possibly, the biggest worry of them all.
Some time before dawn, he was jerked awake by Bellatrix’s spell dragging him to his feet.
“Come, pretty,” she cooed. “Come and play.”
Digging in his heels proved futile and he found himself plunging deeper into the forest, Bellatrix’s wand in the small of his back.
“No one’s coming after us,” he called over his shoulder. “You may as well let us go.”
Bellatrix laughed.
“The brave Harry Potter wouldn’t abandon his catamite,” she scoffed. “He’ll be here.”
“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean,” Ron muttered. “But Harry and I aren’t that close; he won’t come for me.”
He bit his tongue as Bellatrix cackled.
“Then you’re doing it wrong, pretty boy,” she said, as they stopped in a small clearing. “As my good deed for the day, let me show you how it’s done.”
He took a step away from her, backing against a huge tree, and she laughed.
“You’re just making things easier for me, pretty,” she pouted. “Bind him!”
She flicked her wand and his arms flew wide, wrists pressed against the bark. He frowned and tugged at them, not unduly worried until he heard a clicking noise and felt something cold and sticky oozing over his skin.
Frantically looking left and right, he saw shadowy Acromantulas spinning silky strands and binding his arms to the tree.
He went icy cold, his blood almost freezing in his veins.
Bellatrix didn’t seem to notice he had reached a place somewhere beyond a normal level of terror, for she knelt at his feet with a swirl of her robes. He felt her hands unzipping his jeans, as if from a great distance, and something slipped inside his boxers and brushed against his completely disinterested cock.
He almost laughed.
Did she really think he could get it up while an Acromantula squatted over his hand?
He wouldn’t be surprised if he never got it up again.
He closed his eyes as she took him in her mouth, shuddering at the wetness on his cock and his hands, at the hair brushing his belly and his arms.
At the nipping of her teeth and their pincers.
My Medium Sized Table