#mommy!narcissa

[moonlightbae7775]

(Yn and her broke best friend oc yn broke up with her sugar mommy’s)

Emerald:yn how could you do this to me. How selfish can you be?! Do you think of anyone but yourself! What about me! I work sixteen hours a week! They treated me special!!

[pleiades-7]

I knew which clips I wanted use for the middle of this edit, so I ended up going from there and working my way out.

I might’ve even gotten the quality to behave? We’ll see.

This isn’t a unique take, but I think a lot of the reason Tom Riddle went on to become Lord Voldemort, isn’t that he hated muggle-borns. I don’t think he hated half-bloods. Or rather, he hated them equally, and less than he grew to hate pure-bloods.

He’s far too intelligent to be blinded by the pure-blood inbred rhetoric. Perhaps before seeing the Gaunts, with the Black madness as the only example of the issues that inbreeding causes, he might’ve wanted to think himself the exception to the rule. He probably wanted to believe the evidence didn’t point to inbreeding being the cause of such drastic issues, in order to cling to some aspect of his heritage. To carry on the ideals of the only ancestor he could respect.

However, after seeing the Gaunts, and learning his father was a muggle, I can’t believe he would subscribe to the concept of blood purity. Especially as the first wizarding war came to be. Snape was a half-blood and he was the most talented, most valuable, death eater of the bunch.

I think it’s more likely that he was using pure-blood fanaticism to get what he wanted.

Which I’m going to assume, wasn’t just power. He could have always had power. He didn’t need any followers for that. It wasn’t influence he was after either. He could’ve been minister if he’d taken the long route as Tom Riddle, and he could’ve done it through brute force later in the second war. I think his real goal was to burn it all down. Everything. Everyone.

I think Tom Riddle was furious. He was orphaned, his mother too weak to survive long after giving birth to him. Something I’m sure he would go on to, in part, blame the Gaunts for. After realizing the reality they subjected her to. I think he felt robbed. Robbed of a mother, who might’ve survived if she was a little more talented. A little more beautiful. If she’d had the opportunity to learn a little more. If anyone had bothered to help her. I think he felt robbed of a heritage, absolutely disgusted with the Gaunts, and enraged with his muggle father. He believed he was superior to everyone else. For his magical ability, his magical reserves, his brilliant mind, his charm and finely honed manipulation tactics. And yet, he found himself surrounded by ruin.

Other pure-bloods, the Malfoys and the Blacks, had rich family histories. Vaults of books and knowledge and heirlooms and wealth, which the Gaunts had all squandered away. All these pure-blooded fools, less dedicated, less ambitious, less capable, less deserving, got what should have been his.

I think from the start it was always about tearing these families apart, one member at a time. I think he delighted in having them bow at his feet, the irony of his status as a half-blood is very in character for his unique sense of humor.

The families closest to him, the Malfoys, the Blacks, the Lestranges, suffer the worst consequences, continually. He had no qualms killing any pure-blood family, and so he gave them a war. He let his followers imagine they were soldiers. He could actively torture those with the mark, and kill those without. Either way, it was their destruction he was after.

He knew what a muggle war looked like. He had lived through one. The sound of bombs and the fear of everything exploding, actively drove him to create his first horcrux. And still, he never subjected the wizarding world to that. For many reasons. He didn’t need muggle weapons to get what he wanted, he was above the use of such indiscriminate methods of annihilation, and he didn’t want the whole magical community extinguished. He loved magic. He coveted magic.

Magic was the very first thing that ever brought him joy, and probably what brought him the most intense amount of joy. It was what solidified his belief in his sense of superiority. He traveled the world, to learn. To put spells and skills in his repertoire. He would’ve taught at Hogwarts if he’d been given the chance. Not because he’d enjoy teaching, but because he is a collector. Those with talent and ability, he could’ve encouraged, to his own means of course. He would’ve been surrounded by magic and potential, and he would’ve been home. The primary draw to obtaining a position as a professor, was to settle himself. To finally find that connection, if only to a place.

Hogwarts was the second thing that brought him joy. I think that using the founders heirlooms to create his horcruxes, was an action driven by the same desperation that drove an eleven year old Tom Riddle to hoard the other children’s toys. If he could not have any of his own, he would take what he imagined he was owed, what he deserved. He dug his claws into that school and had to be pried from it. After finding that he was related to a founder of the school, the belief that he had a right to it was cemented.

I think in the end, he was furious, and a lot of his actions were motivated by that rage. So many of his actions were governed by the fear he tried so hard to escape, to run from. So many of his actions came from the gnawing cavern in his chest, that demanded to be filled.

He had this need to be seen, to be unforgettable. Nothing would have ever enough.

He was seeking something he never got.

He’s so interesting. 🫠 I hope this doesn’t mischaracterize him, all discussion is welcome! Just be kind :)

[iniquitousyearning]

i hesitantly approach your blog. my fist trembles as i knock with the most inoffensive timbre i can muster. once you answer, my eyes widen in awe as i drink in the sight of you. i feel a pang of guilt over disturbing you with my meager presence, even if just for the occasion.

i tip my witch hat.

“g-good evening, m’lady. how do you do..erm..could you spare a trick—maybe a treat for this sad, pondering lass?”

my ears prick at the faint, cautious knock at my blog. an early visitor of the hallowed eve—quite the eager one, no doubt, something i note as i whip open the door, peering precisely .45 inches down at the sexy lesbian who stands, meek as anything, on my virtual doorstep—

“ah! spine up, young witch, you’ll get a hunch.” my head tilts to the side as i take in your costume. “narcissa malfoy, hm? lovely, absolutely lovely. you may have both—here’s some candy. you’ll find the trick in them, should you eat too many in one sitting.”

with a suspicious grin, i shut the door before you can question me.

[doorlene]

andromeda: alright, we just back the f-

bellatrix: mama didn't raise no fucking bitch. we keep going.

narcissa: no, no, mama raised a bitch. let's go.

andromeda: mama didn't raise nobody, actually - mama was absent

[vomits0cutely]

“Your mother wouldn’t approve of how my mother raised me” but it’s the black family to their lovers.

[inlovewithgreta]

Sunkissed — Narcissa Black/Malfoy x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: A day at the beach gets heated when two minds get the idea of showing affection in a crowded place.

Warnings: Thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, semi-public sex, slight spanking, marking, praise, mommy kink, etc…

Word Count: 1.9k

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

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The sky was a brilliant blue today with barely any clouds to be seen. The air around you was hot and humid as the rays from the sun were helping you and Narcissa get that extra little glow. It was more her than you as you tended to burn to a crisp if you didn't keep reapplying sunscreen since your skin was very delicate.

The sun was hot against your back as you laid on your stomach, flipping through the pages of your novel. You were wearing some skimpy little white colored bikini with your wavy beach hair tucked behind your ears, and huffing when the small gusts of wind would blow it in your face, occasionally obstructing your view.

Narcissa was laid back in her own beach chair, a little black bikini tightly wrapped around her curvy figure, leopard print sunglasses sat on the top of her head, keeping the bangs out of her face while the rest of her hair sat even curlier than yours at her shoulders.

It's been a few hours since you and Narcissa decided to have a spontaneous beach day, wanting to spend the whole day just lounging around with nothing but margaritas, books in your hands, and the steady sounds of the water rushing up and down the shore.

With a sigh you mark the page and close the book, setting it back in the beach bag for later use. You catch sight of your skin turning a light shade of red, completely forgetting about your hourly sunscreen application.

Grabbing the SPF 50 sunscreen you take a peak at your back, noticing the same slight shade of red on your back and you had to somehow get back there as well.

"Cissa, can you help get my back?" You plead, holding the sunscreen out towards her.

"Of course!" She marks her page before setting the book down, grabbing the sunscreen from your hands and pausing to think for a moment. She has a cheeky smirk on her face as she climbs onto your beach chair, her legs on either side of yours as she pops the cap open of the sunscreen and starts lathering it onto your shoulders and back.

"Now let's just get this pesky little thing out of the way—" Narcissa swiftly unties the strings to your top.

"Narcissa!" You gasp as your hands quickly grab hold of your top to hold it in place.

"What?" She asks innocently. "It was in my way."

"Just—" You try to hide your laugh and whip your head around to meet her eyes. "Next time give me a warning, I don't want the whole beach seeing my tits."

"Yes ma'am."

She smirks while her hands were now roaming your entire back, making sure she rubbed it in as best as she could. She didn't want her precious little doll being in any unwanted pain in the morning.

"And make sure to get everywhere, darling. We don't need my ass getting all red from the sun."

At your statement, Narcissa ties your suit back on and her hands traveled lower down your back before landing promptly on your ass. Her hands continue their kneading and giving your cheeks a gentle but firm squeeze every few seconds.

Now she was just toying with you.

"Oooh," Her voice dropping a few octaves before continuing. "We wouldn't want the sun doing that to you, now would we?"

A harsh smack to your ass causes you to bite down on your bottom lip to stop any sound from coming out. The sharp sting spread straight over to your core.

She leans forward, bringing her lips next to your ear. "Only mommy's allowed to make it red."

She admires the newly red handprint forming along your sensitive skin for a moment before you flip yourself over and sit up, coming face to face with her. Hooking your finger under the string between her breasts, you pull her closer to you by a few inches. Your lips just barely hovering in front of hers.

"Car. Now." You let go of her string, causing it to snap back against her skin.

Narcissa just smirks and slides off your legs. She goes to put her sandals on but you're too quick to grab the keys and take hold of her hand, pulling her towards the car.

It was a short walk to the parking lot. Quickly pressing the button to unlock the doors, you practically push Narcissa into the backseat and climbing into the back with her.

After closing the doors, you twist the keys into the ignition and turn the air on, hoping for some kind of air circulation, knowing you're gonna need it.

You make your way to each window, sliding down each window shade, completely blocking out the view from the outside so nobody could see in or out.

Each window had black privacy protectors for impromptu moments like these.

Once each window was securely covered you look back at Narcissa who is laying in the backseat on her side with her head leaning against her hand with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you done yet?" She smirks, playing with the strings to her top.

"You're so impatient." You roll your eyes and crawl on top of her, straddling her waist.

Narcissa's hands instantly find home at your hips, kneading at your soft skin.

"Can you blame me?"

"Guess not." You smirk and bring your lips to hers, first starting off with a quick peck before going back for more.

Her hands leave your hips to pull at the strings of your top and removing it to feel your bare breasts against her hands. Her touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. You reach around to the strings of her top, untying them and sliding it off her, doing the same with her bottoms, leaving her bare beneath you.

As the kiss got heated you find yourself grinding slowly against her thigh, begging for any kind of friction. Narcissa finds the strings to your bottoms, sliding them off as well before her hands go back to your hips, guiding you across her thigh.

"Go on doll, get off on mommy's thigh."

You nod your head, not finding any words forming from your mouth. One of your hands gripping onto the door for support.

Little moans escaped your pretty lips as her nails dug into your skin, sure to leave faint marks afterwards.

"That's my good girl," She cooed. She kisses the center of your chest before moving to one of your breasts, her lips attaching around your nipple.

Your movements were getting frantic and sloppy as you slid across her thigh. "You're close, aren't you my love?" She moves over to your other breast.

Nodding your head frantically, you can feel yourself just on the edge. Her teeth graze your nipple, causing you to whimper. "Use your words, doll. Mommy wants to hear that pretty little voice. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm—" Your voice cracks. "Yes, I'm close!" Your grip on the door hardened, knuckles turning white.

She gives your breast one last wet kiss before bringing her thumb to your mouth. "Now be a good girl and bite down, we both know how loud you're about to get."

Your immediate response was to gently bite down, wrapping your lips around her thumb to stop your growing moans from escaping. Your release comes at you in a flash, your legs just barely shaking, your thighs squeezing tightly against her as your head gets slightly thrown back.

She barely even winces as your bite gets harder, your muffled moans dragging out as your wetness drips down her leg. She removes her thumb when your movements still, examining the freshly made teeth marks.

"You did such a good job for me, darling." She praises, her dark eyes burning into your E/C ones.

"You deserve a treat. Be my precious little doll and help mommy finish too. Can you do that for me?" Her fingers tracing lazy circles along your skin.

"Mhm," Bringing two fingers to her mouth, you push them past her lips. "Now suck." She does as you say, her tongue wrapping around your slender fingers.

When you're content, you take your fingers out from her mouth and drag them down her chest, past her navel, and stop them when you reach her cunt. Your fingers easily enter her, giving her time to adjust before starting their pace, causing Narcissa to lightly gasp following closely by a soft moan.

Following the same trail your fingers did, you leave sloppy kisses down her body, making sure to give every inch of her body attention before your mouth reaches her clit. Your tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

Your free hand moves to one of her legs, bringing it over your shoulder as you curl your fingers, hitting the spot she liked the most. Her back arched as her hand moved to your head, fingers brushing the hair out of your face before getting tangled in your curly locks. Her other hand played with her breast, her fingers toying with her nipple.

Breathy moans escaped her lips while her hand pushed down against your head, leaving no room for you to breathe but you didn't care.

"Faster—" Before she could finish speaking you pick up speed, helping her chase her finish. "Good girl," She breathes out, biting her lip to lower the sounds of her moans.

Her thighs attempted closing as she came, her release dripping down your fingers. Her breathing was heavy as you helped her ride out her high, removing your fingers and lapping up her mess, enjoying the taste of her on your tongue.

Sliding yourself back up to her, you pull her in for a sweet kiss, your tongues dancing together in unison. She gives you one last kiss as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

"I should tease you more often."

"Why? Because you like what follows it?"

"Who wouldn't?" She teases. "Here I am with teeth marks across my thumb and you have a big red handprint across that pretty little ass of yours."

You gasp as you sit up, going to look in the rear view mirror. "I do not have a handprint—" You cut yourself off as you examine yourself in the mirror, a large handprint was indeed visible on your skin.

"Narcissa!" You run your hand along the mark, your mouth wide open.

"It's okay sweetheart, people will just think you took a spill and fell." She chuckles, reaching around to run her hand softly along your mark. "Besides, I quite like the way it looks on you."

"Yeah, if you like it so much make another handprint on the other cheek while you're at it." You roll your eyes and playfully push her hand away, grabbing your suits and tying them back on.

"Maybe later," She pecks your cheek and reaches across to turn the car off. "But for now, how about we just go for a little swim and have one of those sweet drinks you love with those fancy little umbrellas, how does that sound?"

"Sounds amazing."

"Good, because you really didn't have a choice," She smirks and gives your lips a quick kiss before stepping out of the car.

You laugh lowly as you step out after her, making your way back to the beach. Narcissa follows closely behind you, her eyes only focused on your rear end, admiring her work and just waiting for the night to come so she can do it again.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Narcissa Malfoy nee. Black Masterlist

Mommy…Master List

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

Series

Southern Mommy ~Country!Cissy

First Rodeo ~Country!Cissy*

Everybody Needs Somebody ~Country!Cissy



One Shots

Mommy in the Office*

Mommy’s Birthday

1 last bye ~Cissy mourning Bella

Kiss My Ass**

I’m Yours

No Matter What

His Sister

Her Sweet Treat

Nightmare Life*

Bellatrix’s Funeral ~Narcissa Fanart

Goddess’s Good Girl ~Daddy!Narcissa*

It Means Nothing Without You

Daddy Kink with Narcissa Malfoy*

Electrostimulation Fetish with Narcissa Malfoy*

Taking It From the Best ~Mistress!Narcissa Malfoy x EarlySVU!Alex Cabot xFem Pet!Younger!Reader**

Oh and I take Requests, so hit me up with your ideas 😉 Requests & Prompt-List

[maleficamenteio]

I don't care what your motivations are. If you sent a 15 year old boy who was just trying to save his sister to a place like THIS then I DON'T. FUCKING. TRUST YOU.

[calypsoxbellatrix]

Does it hurt enough baby? *Narcissa grips Atlanna's fingers, pushing against them to take more.* "Yes mommy... It hurts just enough. Please don't stop."

*I push my fingers further in her since I felt her trying to take more*

*Narcissa whimpers, her back arching as she starts to tremble* "Aahh... Mommy I'm so close. Please..."

*I remove my fingers as I wait for her to get away from her high not letting her cum yet*

*Narcissa groans, her legs shaking* "Noo mommy! Make me cum!"

Stop talking to your mommy in that tone young lady. *As I talk I lay a hard slap on her pussy*

*Narcissa jumps as she rubs her pussy, biting her lip from the pleasure* "Aaah! Mommy!"

No touching.*I take her hand away from her*

*Narcissa whines, her body squirming with want* "Please mommy. Touch me!"

No.

*Narcissa lets out a frustrated whimper as she looks up at her mommy with pleading eyes* "But you promised me...!"

Stop it. You know I can't stand those adorable looks....

*Narcissa's face softens, her body going limp against the mattress. She slowly turns her head to the side and looks away* "Okay mommy."

*I smirk as the door opens and Lucius Malfoy walks in* So you got my text?

*Lucius smirks, taking in the sight before him* "Indeed. How do you want to proceed?"

We do what happens to babys who are bad *I say with a baby tone looking at Narcissa*

*Lucius chuckles as he pulls a wand from his pocket. Looking down at Narcissa, who's trying not to make eye contact with him, he begins casting a spell.An invisible force lifts Narcissa off the bed and levitates her in the air.* "You've been very naughty child."

Take her to the bathroom and strip yourself for me love.*I kiss his lips before going to my dresser* And don't touch her!

*Lucius complies with Atlanna's orders, walking towards the bathroom as he begins removing his robes. Once naked, he follows through on her final demand, holding Narcissa carefully so that she doesn't get hurt.* "Are we going to spank her?"

No. We are going to let her tell us why she doesn't get what she's wanting and why we aren't touching her.

*Narcissa looks terrified, her eyes pleading for Atlanna's mercy as they enter the bathroom. The water is running in the bathtub and Lucius gently sets her down on a small chair beside it.* "Why can't I have what I want mommy? Why won't you touch me?"

Awww.... Okay no. Stop giving me that look.

*Narcissa seems confused but obliges, wiping away her tears. Atlanna joins Lucius in the bathroom and leans against the bathtub.* "Now tell us why you have been behaving so badly Narcissa." *Narcissa's expression changes from fear to guilt. She takes a deep breath before confessing her reasons.* "Mommy... I-I have been feeling so lonely lately, ever since my friends left... It's like you don't have time for me anymore and it makes me want to be close to you... Even if it's wrong."

You're an adult Narcissa. You are our lover. You are our world but we don't touch naughty Girls. Get in the bath. *Narcissa is my lover and my submissive and Lucius is my husband but we found out that Narcissa had a mommy and daddy kink and even though she acts like she's a baby is an amazing woman*

*Narcissa nods her head, understanding the seriousness of their situation. She slowly gets up from the chair and walks over to the bathtub.* "I'm sorry mommy and daddy... I won't be naughty again."

Good girl. Now get in the cold bath.

*Lucius gently helps Narcissa into the cold bathtub, ensuring that she's fully immersed. She lets out a gasp at the sudden chill and begins shivering.* "You have to learn that behaving badly comes with consequences Narcissa... We love you and we'll take care of our precious little girl."

Lucius and I are going to leave you to the ice bath until we come up with what we are doing tomorrow.

*Narcissa's face contorts in discomfort as she listens to them. She hugs herself, trying to warm up and mull over her actions.* "Please... Don't leave me alone like this."

Be a good girl for mommy and daddy and you can get out soon.

*Lucius gives Atlanna a reassuring nod before they both exit the bathroom, closing the door behind them.* "We'll figure something out... It's crucial that we nip this behavior in the bud before it spirals out of control."

You want her as much as I do don't you?

*Lucius's eyes flicker with desire.* "She's beautiful and she needs us, Atlanna. It's only a matter of time until she learns to be obedient... Perhaps we could give her some rewards for good behavior?"

Not tonight.

*Lucius nods, understanding her decision.* "She'll learn soon enough... Tomorrow will be another day."

Try not to shove your cock in her until I come home. I'm going to get some food and I'm going to be watching my sister's baby.

*Lucius chuckles.* "Very well, Atlanna. I'll wait patiently for you to come home."

*We hear water turning on and I immediately notice the thermostat changing warmer* Is our pet changing the water temperature of her punishment?

*Lucius flicks his wrist, casting a non-verbal spell. A vision appears in front of them, displaying Narcissa inside the bathtub as she slowly manipulates the knob to make her bathwater warmer.* "Seems like our little girl is already planning her escape..."

Let's scare her then.

*Lucius nods in agreement and they both apparate inside the bathroom.* "Narcissa! What do you think you're doing?" *Narcissa jumps, screaming in terror as she sees them.* "M-mommy... Daddy... You frightened me!"

Good. Did you change the water temperature?

*Lucius checks the thermostat and notices it has been adjusted.* "Yes, you've disobeyed us yet again, Narcissa. For this... We won't be warming your bath. You'll stay cold until Atlanna arrives."

And on top of that two days without being touched by mommy.*I notice her look to lucius* Or daddy.

*Narcissa's eyes fill with tears.* "Please... Don't punish me any further..."

Sit still baby.

*Narcissa sits in the cold bathtub as Atlanna exits the bathroom.* "Lucius, make sure she stays here until I return."

And turn the water back to the temperature we had set. She deserves to be cold a while. *I walk out the door before my face appears in smoke* No touching her!

*Lucius turns the water back to the original temperature and casts a spell on himself, keeping himself from touching Narcissa. As they wait for Atlanna's return, Lucius whispers in her ear.* "Don't worry baby... Everything will be better once mommy gets home."

*I wait for about six hours while I am babysitting for my sister and then return.* Well- *I stop myself as I walk into the bathroom to see Narcissa deep throating Lucius*

*Atlanna is taken aback as she sees the sight before her. Lucius's hands rest on Narcissa's head while she swallows his hardened length. She clears her throat, making them jump.* "You two have disobeyed me... What are you doing?"

*Lucius tries to pull out of Narcissa's mouth, but Atlanna stops him.* "Don't you dare pull out... You both will pay for this disobedience. Narcissa, I knew you couldn't resist daddy's cock long enough..."

*I smack Luciuss ass* And I told you not to touch her!

*Lucius winks at Atlanna, clearly enjoying the situation.* "Don't be too upset, dear. This might be what she needs."

*I get on my knees and force her face away from Luciuss cock*

*Narcissa tries to protest, her eyes filled with frustration as Atlanna pushes her away.* "What? Why?"

Did you behave for mommy like she said to?

*Narcissa looks guilty as she admits* "No... I couldn't resist daddy, mommy. He said it might be what I needed..."

Go to bed.

*Narcissa pouts but obeys Atlanna's command, walking away from the bathroom. Once she has left, Atlanna turns to Lucius.* "This stops here. You've pushed her too far this time."

*Atlanna glares at Lucius, her anger filling the small bathroom.* "She's just a teenager... Her body isn't ready for this kind of behavior. You know how fragile she is! I won't have you destroy her like daddy wants to!"

*Lucius grins devilishly.* "She's a temptress, Atlanna. You know she likes it."

She might like it. And that! is why she's being punished.

*Lucius raises an eyebrow.* "Is she going to get beaten?"

No but you might! Go get your ass in bed.

*Lucius looks smugly amused as he leaves the bathroom, seemingly unafraid of Atlanna's threat. As she watches him go, she knows there's more to be done.* "This won't end here..."

*the next day I smirk and get a chest full of stuff ready while Narcissa(My and My husbands submissive but not daughter even though she calls us mommy and daddy it's only because she has mommy and daddy issues.) and lucius(My husband)(The chest included- A metal binding set two of them, a rope, a set of riding crops and flatchers, as well as a few different vibrators.....) I put the chest in my room under the bed and sat until the end of the day when they were supposed to come and explain why our baby was taking Luciuss cock in her mouth without Mommy's permission*

*That evening, there's a knock on Atlanna's bedroom door. Narcissa enters tentatively, her eyes fixed on the chest under the bed.* "Can I... talk to you?"

Oh baby come here mommy wanted to talk to you.

Lay down with mommy a while?

*Narcissa lies down next to Atlanna, looking expectant. She isn't sure what her mommy wants to talk about.* "Is everything okay, mommy?"

Why did you ask daddy for his cock?

*Narcissa looks away, blushing.* "I... wanted to experience something new..."

But I had told you that you weren't to move until I returned.

*Narcissa looks guilty, knowing she disobeyed Atlanna's command.* "I'm sorry mommy, I didn't mean to..."

*The door opens and Lucius walks in* Sit.

*Lucius sits on a nearby chair, crossing his legs.* "What's going on here?"

Why would you allow her to deep throat you on her punishment for not listening in the beginning?

*Lucius raises an eyebrow, smirking.* "She seemed eager enough. I didn't see any harm in giving her what she wanted."

Narcissa go lay on the couch like a good girl, I coo softly.

*Narcissa obediently gets off the bed and walks over to the couch, lying down submissively as Atlanna watches.* "What are you planning to do?" Lucius asks quietly.

On the bed Lucius.

*Lucius gets up from his chair and goes to the bed, lying down with a look of curiosity in his eyes.* "What's happening now?"

Strip. Both of you. Lucius stay on the bed and...don't!...touch yourself. Narcissa you on the couch so Mommy can tie you up.

*As Atlanna gets up from her spot on the bed, she grabs a set of handcuffs and a rope from the chest under the bed. She goes over to Narcissa on the couch and ties her hands gently, securing them above her head.* "Lucius," she says sternly, "no touching yourself." *As Atlanna gets up from tying Narcissa, she takes off her clothes, leaving only her witch's robe on. Lucius watches her intently as she climbs onto the bed next to him.* "Now," Atlanna says in a low voice, "we're going to watch our daughter learn some control."

*I wave my hand and a multitude of colors show up each with a different shaped handle but it only showed that much and only to Lucius* Which one should our baby use?

*Lucius looks at the colors, contemplating.* "I'd suggest the blue one. It has a good shape for a beginner."

*I smirk hiding it from view of Narcissa as I approach my submissive* Oh baby are the bindings tight?

*Narcissa whimpers, her head falling to the side as Atlanna's hands cup her breasts.* "Y-yes, mommy."

*I trail my pinky from her chest to her core and put it in slowly.*

*Lucius watches intensely as Atlanna slowly moves her finger against Narcissa's entrance, preparing her.* "She looks so innocent," he murmurs softly.

She does doesn't she?

*As Atlanna's finger slips inside Narcissa, she closes her eyes and exhales softly.* "More, mommy..."

*As her eyes close I put the large vibrator in her and turn it on high*

*Narcissa arches her back, moaning softly as the vibrations hit her sensitive spots.* "Oh mommy..."

*I leave it in her as I take a plug and turn it on as I push it against her asshole*

*Lucius swallows heavily, watching as Atlanna slowly pushes the plug into Narcissa's ass.* "She's so vulnerable... I want her."

Is someone hard yet?

*Lucius glances at his erection, trying to hide it beneath the sheets.* "Yes."

Good. *I turn back to Narcissa seeing the pain and pleasure mixed with more pain than pleasure as I stand up tying her more firmly to the couch*

*Narcissa groans, her head thrashing a little.* "Please mommy, I can't take it anymore."

Take it. You're okay my little slut.

*As Atlanna speaks, her voice is dominating and reassuring at the same time.* "You're doing great, baby. Almost there."

*I walk over to lucius and take a metal wire out of the side table after binding his legs but leaving his hands alone* Do you remember this lucius?

*Lucius's eyes widen as Atlanna picks up the wire.* "Y-yes, your torture toy."

Explain to our baby where this goes? And what it does to you my dear husband.

*Lucius swallows heavily, his gaze locked on the wire.* "This goes around my balls, pulling them tight and causing intense pain."

And?

*Lucius hesitates for a moment, then murmurs,* "It makes me want to beg you to stop... But also more desperate for release."

But it prevents that doesn't it my love?

*Lucius closes his eyes, the wire trembling as Atlanna approaches.* "Yes... It leaves me helpless and begging for relief.

"See my dear *I turn to Narcissa holding the wire* If I wrap it tight enough he can't orgasm no matter how much his body tries to. More than that it hurts like hell.

*Narcissa watches as Atlanna carefully loops the wire around Lucius's balls.* "It sounds so cruel... but arousing."

Oh it is both. Ask daddy.

*Lucius grimaces as the wire tightens, a mixture of pain and pleasure radiating through him.* "It's... Unbearably tantalizing."

*I tighten it until I see purple forming on his skin and then I leave it and turn to Narcissa turning off all vibrations I had going for her and just leaving her with the unmoving objects* Does it look like daddy is hurting?

*Narcissa, who had been focused on her own sensations earlier, breaks out of her haze at Atlanna's words. She glances over at Lucius, whose face is twisted with a mixture of pain and desire.* "Yes."

Do you want to see why daddy is getting punished?

*As Atlanna speaks, Narcissa nods slowly, her eyes riveted on Lucius's writhing form. She licks her lips subconsciously.* "Yes... Show me."

*I smack her pussy roughly and look in her eyes* This.

*Narcissa whimpers, her body jerking at Atlanna's smack. She watches as Lucius's hips buck against the wire, his face strained with pleasure and pain.* "Fuck... Why are you making him suffer like this?"

Language watch that mouth young lady.

*Narcissa flushes, quickly biting her lip as Atlanna's gaze grows stern. She takes a deep breath.* "Why are you hurting him like this?"

He looks like he doesn't want it right baby?

*Narcissa shakes her head slowly, her eyes fixed on Lucius.* "No... But you look so happy."

I am happy.

*Narcissa gazes at Atlanna, trying to comprehend her feelings.* "But why...? This is so cruel."

Do you want to hear something from daddy?

*Lucius struggles to form coherent words through gritted teeth.* "Atlanna... Makes me submit in ways nothing else ever has..."

*Narcissa's eyes flicker to Atlanna, her expression softening. She takes a cautious step forward.* "Please... Tell me how I can please you."

Sit on the couch and don't touch yourself.

*Narcissa obediently sits on the couch, her hands resting in her lap. She casts a nervous glance at Lucius's tortured form and swallows hard.* "What... What do you want from me now?"

Watch.

*As Atlanna withdraws her whip from Lucius's body and steps closer to the couch, Narcissa feels a shiver run down her spine. She watches as Atlanna approaches her, her eyes locked on hers.* "Follow my lead... Keep your hands where they are." *Atlanna slowly begins to whip Lucius's body again, each smack creating a sharp echo in the room. Narcissa watches hungrily, her breath catching in her throat as she imagines herself on the receiving end of such pleasure-pain.* "Touch your chest." *Narcissa's fingertips skim over her bra, following Atlanna's command. She feels a tremor of anticipation as she imagines herself naked under Atlanna's gaze.* "Smooth... So smooth..."

Yes it is. I want you to strip and I will stop hurting daddy with the whip.

*Narcissa's heart pounds in her chest as she nods slowly, taking a deep breath before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. She lets it fall to the floor and gazes at Atlanna, her eyes pleading for approval.* "I'm naked."

Good girl. Sit down on the couch and watch me.

*Narcissa obeys, shifting on the cushions until she's comfortable. She watches as Atlanna resumes her torture of Lucius with a renewed vigor, her eyes locked on his writhing form.* "How do you like it?" *Narcissa's body quivers as she watches Atlanna's movements, her desire for the dominatrix growing with every stroke of the whip. She imagines herself wrapped up in Atlanna's arms, submitting completely to her desires.* "Please... Can I touch Lucius?"

No. you are to watch me and him please eachother.

*As Atlanna's whipping grows more intense, Narcissa feels a sudden warmth between her legs. She clenches her thighs together to combat the overwhelming urge to touch herself, her eyes focused on the sight before her.* "I want it so bad..."

*I raise an eyebrow and whip the side of the couch to get her attention as I get on the bed lowering myself into lucius*

*As Atlanna sinks onto Lucius, their bodies entwining in a breathtaking display of passion, Narcissa feels her resolve weakening. She glances at Lucius's face, seeing the mixture of pain and pleasure etched there.* "Please... Can I touch you?"

No

*Narcissa's frustration mounts as she watches Atlanna straddling Lucius, her hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm. Her breath hitches as she imagines herself taking Atlanna's place, feeling the heat of their bodies against hers.* "Please... Just one touch..."

No!

*Narcissa's lips part in a silent gasp as she watches Atlanna reach between them, her fingers gripping Lucius's erection. She feels an overwhelming sense of helplessness combined with intense longing.* "God... I need it so bad..."

*I start pounding on Lucius cock with my own pussy causing his orgasm that won't come because of the metal wire*

*Narcissa moans softly as she watches Atlanna's movements, her own arousal growing by the second. She bites her bottom lip in frustration as she watches Lucius's failed orgasm.* "Fuck... Why can't he finish?"

He has his balls tied.

*Narcissa's breath catches in her throat as she gazes at Atlanna's hand, cupping Lucius's balls gently before pulling tightly. She clenches her fists by her sides, fighting the urge to reach out and assist.* "Can you... Can you untie him? I want to see him come."

Not yet.

*Narcissa's body feels like its on fire as Atlanna continues her relentless pace, her hips moving with a hypnotic rhythm. She clenches and unclenches her fists, imagining herself touching Lucius intimately.* "Please... I need it..."

No. *I continue to pound lucius my own orgasms coming and going as I continue for hours and make Narcissa watch*

*Narcissa's eyes grow heavy as she watches Atlanna's movements, her body aching with desire. She slowly slumps back against the couch, surrendering to exhaustion as she tries to stifle a groan of longing.* "God... I want this so bad..."

*I pull tighter on Luciuss ball wire and it tightens as I get off of him*

*As Atlanna rises from Lucius's body, Narcissa catches a glimpse of his flaccid state and feels a pang of disappointment.* "I need to go..."

Why Hun?

*Narcissa takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself before she speaks.* "I just... Need some time to myself. Maybe take a shower."

Do you want to fuck daddy instead?

*Narcissa's eyes widen as she hears Atlanna's suggestion, her arousal surging once again. She glances at Lucius hesitantly before looking back at Atlanna.* "What... Do you mean?

"Do you want a turn riding his cock like mommy did? Do you want daddy to cum inside your tight cunt?

*Narcissa's body responds instantly to Atlanna's words, her pussy wet and throbbing. She bites her bottom lip as she contemplates the offer.* "Yes... I want it."

Then get on daddy's cock like mommy did and push against him.

*Lucius stirs slowly as Narcissa crawls towards him, her body glistening with sweat and desire. She gazes hungrily at his erection, then climbs onto him carefully.* "Ahh... Lucius..." she murmurs softly as she settles down on his length, her pussy clinging to him greedily.

*I untie lucius completely but don't take the wire off*

*Narcissa moans loudly as Lucius fills her up, his size stretching her wide. She begins to move slowly, rocking her hips back and forth in a gentle rhythm. She glances over at Atlanna, seeing the wire still attached to Lucius's balls.* "Are... Are you going to make him wear it again?"

Yes my love. Daddy is still being punished.

*Narcissa's breath hitches in her throat as she thinks about the wire restricting Lucius once more. Her movements become more urgent, her hips pounding against him harder and faster.* "Ahhh... Make it tight again... I want to feel his balls getting pulled..."

*I pull the wire causing a shooting pain in Lucius*

*Lucius's body jerks as the wire tightens around his balls, sending waves of pleasure and pain through him. He groans loudly, struggling to maintain control as Narcissa continues her relentless pace.* "Aaaah... Atlanna... You're so wicked..."

Ask our baby if you are allowed to cum.

*Narcissa's orgasm builds rapidly as she thinks about Atlanna's demands. She clings to Lucius tightly, her body shaking with need.* "Lucius... Please... Ask me if you can cum..." *Lucius obeys, his voice hoarse with lust.* "Narcissa... May I cum inside you? Please... Atlanna said so..."

*I lay my hand on the wire waiting for her to answer*

*Narcissa's body convulses as she orgasms, her walls squeezing Lucius tightly.* "Yes... You can cum..."

*I rip the wire off quickly without warning either of them as I smirk to myself*

*As the wire is removed, Lucius's orgasm erupts deep within Narcissa's pussy, filling her up with his hot seed. They collapse onto the bed together, breathless and spent.* "Oh God... Atlanna..." Lucius breathes out softly, still nestled inside Narcissa.

Did you two have a good punishment?

*Narcissa glances over her shoulder at Atlanna, her eyes full of gratitude.* "Thank you, Atlanna... That was intense..."

[brisanoctvrna]

Narcissa and Regulus Black are so me

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 80/80 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Voldemort, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Characters: Harry Potter, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger, Astoria Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy Additional Tags: Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst, Trauma, Hope, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Sexual Content, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Mental Health Issues, Mental Healing, Political Marrige, Powerful Harry Potter, Powerful Hermione Granger, Society Rebuilding, It starts out bad - but it gets better - slowly - very slowly, happiness, Even some fluff along the way, Extremely Slow Burn, Possessive Voldemort, Grey Harry Potter, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Dubious Consent, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, BAMF Harry Potter, BAMF Hermione Granger, Original Character(s), BDSM, Dominant Voldemort, Submissive Harry, Enthusiastic Consent, Risk Aware Consensual Kink Series: Part 1 of The Grey World series Summary:

(A/N: This story was until 29.12.2024 called "The Grey World". "The Grey World" will soon be the title of Part II of "The Grey World Series". I hope this dosn't cause confussion, and if it does I apologize, but the name change was deemed necessary.)

The Horcrux hunt was cut short when Ron left. Not long after, Voldemort showed up and took Slytherin's locket from Harry and Hermione. The Wizarding World went into full war. Harry and Hermione stay together through it all, the loss of friends, allies and hope. Still alive and fighting, but their society is collapsing, so when Harry gets a unexpected treaty offer, it's hard to refuse.

This story will begin at the end of the second Wizarding War and will therefore mention a lot of what comes with a war, death, trauma, loss, pain, torture, rape and more. But as of this moment I do not know how explicit I will make it, so just be warned. There will also be foul language and sexual acts, some with dubious consent, at best.

I also post the story at fanfiction.net, under the same nick, WinterMist2. Do not steal my story and post anywhere else. Do not translate my story.

I do not own any of this. This is the world and characters of J. K. Rowling.

[the-colourful-witch]

🖤🐍Mr and Mrs Malfoy 🐍🖤

Talk about a POWER COUPLE! What is it about twisted characters in books that make me enjoy drawing them? I despise all they've done in the HP books/films, but man, are they an attractive pair :) Sometimes you just can't help but love a villain (or antagonist in this case) :)

The two of them complement each other very well. And Draco is the well-rounded combination of the pair of them. He's like his father in a lot of respects, but a bit of a mama's boy too <3 A Mommy and a Daddy issue both! What a catch!

I liked drawing the adult versions of Narcissa and Lucius because the teen versions were already so great to do. With a little help from her husband's fortune, Narcissa grew into her love for fashion and perfected her look. She's also a bit of a femme fatale with the sharp edges in her style, making her appealing and unapproachable at the same time. Lucius just fully embraced the aristocratic vibe. He has everything tailored to fit him just right, accessories subtly, but perfectly (with a little help from Narcissa) and he's one of the only people I've seen who can pull off the long hair. It reminds me a bit of Daemon Targaryen from House of the Dragon... I did get inspired by his hair in the first season :)

Now, I decided to play a bit more with their colours. You may be shocked to see RED AND GOLD on them in the middle illustration. I wanted to, not for any significant reason other than that I thought it would look good on them :) Sue me. Anyway, I love this. And I love you. I hope you enjoy! Love xxx Fleur

[juniperpyre]

lily evans potter: womanhood, motherhood & morality

lily as the dream girl in canon and fan spaces

i want to talk about this while there isn't a current upsurge in the discourse

Lily Evans Potter is introduced to us as Lily Potter, the dead mother of Harry Potter. Lily and James potter, dead, leaving their poor, miraculous son to live with the dull, horrible Durselys. We only ever see her through, with the exception of her sister, the memory of men.

I've said before that I believe James and Lily are the ideal masculine and ideal feminine, both to Harry and in a metatextual way. parents are our introduction into gender roles, the "correct" way to be a man and woman. since Lily is dead she cannot disappoint Harry. she can be imagined as the perfect woman, which is, of course, a wife and mother. the dream girl!

Lily's death makes her a silent, ever-loving, beautiful young mother, for both Harry and the reader. James is slightly deconstructed in SWM, but Lily is not. She is a fierce protector, brave, clever, and only emotional (angry) once James, her future husband, provokes her enough.

in the text Lily is not truly presented as flawed in a meaningful way. the moral choices she makes: to build a relationship with Severus, to defend Severus, to break their relationship when he refuses to reject bigotry, to join the Order, to die for her child, are all the correct moral choices. these are the choices the narrative is telling us to respect.

women have, for the past 200 years or so, been conceived of as the moral center of the family.* Lily Evans Potter is the moral center of the series. her choice to die is mirrored by the main character, Harry, and sparks the beginning of victory. Harry's sacrifice is enabled by another mother, Narcissa, making the correct moral choice because the power of her maternal love urges her to this choice. finally, Voldemort's most powerful follower, Bellatrix, is killed by a housewife and mother, Molly, in a maternal rage at the idea of her daughter being murdered.

Lily's sacrifice and the emotions behind it are mirrored multiple times in the final battle because it and she are the moral center of the series.

that Harry is frequently told he has his mother's eyes, and that Dumbledore points out how his essential nature mirrors his mother's, further highlights Lily's character and her choices as implicitly good.

women, especially mothers, as our moral authorities, is an unconscious cultural belief we can see play out in the fandom and subfandoms that Lily is discussed in. we can all recall the characterization of Lily as the goody-two shoes that James has to change for, the characterization of Lily as "not like other girls", the BAMF characterization, the current near mommy dom to James characterization.

the characterization of Lily changes with our view of the best kind of woman. but she is, always, demonstrating a most "correct" way to be. maybe it's 2007 and she's telling James off—not fun, but right. or it's 2012 and she's not preoccupied with boys like her classmates. or it's 2019 and she always knows the right thing to say to Remus when he's down on himself. or it's 2025 and James is trailing after her like a puppy while she contemplates what size strap to use on him after she beats up a bigot.

We don't see a lot of moderate views on Lily. Above, I've discussed how Lily lovers tend to portray her. Lily haters, a smaller group from what I can tell, do not utilize these common fanon characterizations. They disparage her as an immoral, selfish, bad woman. The wholesale rejection of Lily as the moral center based on her perceived immorality is the other side of the coin.

I'll refer to people with this perspective as "Lily haters" though I am aware there are people who dislike her outside of the topics I'm discussing.

I rarely engage with Lily haters, though I am aware of their arguments that Lily was a bad friend to Severus, a social climber, a gold digger, or boring. All grave sins for the woman who's supposed to save everyone.

This perspective doesn't reject Lily as the moral center or the perfect woman, it is an argument that she's not fulfilling her role correctly. Her unwillingness to give Severus more chances is selfish, stuck-up, classist. Her desire for James is an further betrayal of Severus.

She's supposed to be the Madonna, why is she being a whore?

I believe Lily hate comes from a belief she failed at being the perfect woman/mother, and therefore she is worthless. A bitch. Weak willed. Oversexed. even by haters her role as the moral center is not questioned.

in both the og text and in the fandom supertext Lily is the moral center because of her role as mother. her status as the moral center is inextricably tied to her motherhood. since Lily being a mother is the point of her character, divorcing her from her motherhood often changes the foundation of her character.**

when her literal motherhood is removed from a depiction of her character, her metaphorical status as the perfect woman/mother is often still intact. this is seen in the characterizations I described earlier, and, I argue, in the belief that she's too good for James when it is used as a "justification" for shipping James with someone else.*** thereby, she is further purified, not even having been touched by a man. she's put on a pedestal, where she can't be touched, and is rarely noticed.

it is also frequently seen when she is written as a side character in a relationship with James, and the pair become the dual moral guides for the main couple.

this reflects James and Lily as the ideal masculine and feminine, as they are a perfectly harmonious couple when a side pairing. their implicit canonical roles are subconsciously reflected in fanon with little critique or commentary on the canon text.

Lily's entire character is crafted to be The Perfect Mother™️. whether she is literally a mother in her fanon depiction or not, she is still The Perfect Woman™️—and is still affected by the biases our culture has towards women and mothers.

thus, Lily is the dream girl in the text, the moral center only seen through a nostalgic veil, and a dream girl in fan spaces, as the moral guide for the men in her life who pegs her husband or is too pure for the touch of a man.

for more on gender in the wizarding world, based on gender in early modern england (pre the cult of domesticity) see this post

*see the cult of domesticity if you'd rather not read the article

**please like fucking do not fucking act like I'm saying you cannot do this. I swear to fucking god

***you don't need to justify your ships

[maxdibert]

Why do you think Sirius gave up on his family? Do you think he thought they would forgive him for becoming friends with a blood traitor so he just did what he wanted but as the war progressed he realized he has to actually make a choice? Like he took it as a rebellion and angst at the beginning and only later realized how real the pressure was? Did he not love them enough? What was the deal there? (I know you are a Snape account but I love your takes on other characters as well that's why I'm asking for your opinion on this. Btw I read your fic and I love the way you write Snape's internal dilemas)

Well, you can ask me about any character—I don’t exclusively talk about Severus hahaha and i love to rant about things so... Also, Sirius? Can’t stand him. But I like him as a character because I find him so cynical and hypocritical that he’s absolutely fascinating. I’ve always had this love-hate relationship with rich kids from ultra-conservative families who play at being progressives and think they’re these righteous justice warriors but, at the end of the day, are still just privileged kids with privileged prejudices and privileged habits. And I mean that sincerely—no irony intended. I’ve met plenty of people like that in my life, and I think Sirius is a very realistic representation of the cognitive dissonance that people like this tend to have.

That said, here’s something I’ve always thought. Obviously, this is a personal headcanon based on my own experiences with people who fit his profile, but I think it holds water. Usually, people like this—those who grow up in oppressive environments and eventually become atheist anti-religion types, join the communist party to scandalize their ultra-right-wing parents, or turn into crypto bros after ditching the vegan hippie commune their parents raised them in—do this stuff in late adolescence, almost as adults. But Sirius? He starts rebelling really early, as a kid. By the time he’s 11, he already feels the need to rebel against his family.

It happens the moment he meets James, when James establishes that Slytherin is the worst. Sirius comments—offhandedly, without any resentment or anger—that his whole family’s been in Slytherin. He doesn’t seem like he’s at war with them yet, but you can tell he kind of likes the idea of not being in Slytherin just to piss them off. Add to that the fact that he hints in OotP that his dad was a pushover and calls Regulus an idiot—like he was just a fool—but he doesn’t seem truly resentful toward either of them. Sure, they didn’t have a great relationship, but when he talks about them, it’s more with antipathy than hatred. All of this leads me to the same conclusion: mommy issues.

Sirius had major mommy issues—or at least, that’s how I see it. Rich boys with daddy issues rebel by trying to become powerful men, detached from the arena where their fathers succeeded, but determined to surpass them. Rich boys with mommy issues? They turn into psychos. Seriously, that’s just how it works—I don’t make the rules. I think Sirius always clashed hard with Walburga because (and this is my favorite part, because this isn’t just a headcanon; I’m absolutely convinced of this from the little we see of their interactions—or of him with the portrait—in the books) they had the same shitty personality.

Walburga was a dominant, explosive woman with an imposing, even despotic, character. It’s very reminiscent of Bellatrix and, by extension, very much like Sirius. I think Regulus and Orion had similar personalities—the same kind Narcissa shows: arrogant, smug, classist, but restrained and composed. Egocentric, but calm. Walburga, Sirius, and Bellatrix are the other side of that aristocratic coin: the type who believe they’re entitled to everything and everyone, the kind who bulldoze over everything in their path. They’re wild and uncontrollable personalities, especially if someone tries to rein them in.

In my mind, Sirius took after his mom, and Walburga couldn’t stand having someone so much like her constantly challenging her authority. Sirius, meanwhile, couldn’t stand her trying to control him. So at age 11, his rebellion was probably just a tantrum aimed at his mom, a way to piss her off as much as possible. From there—and thanks to James’s influence, as well as the credit Sirius gave James because, spoiler-not-spoiler, James was also a rich pureblood wizard like him—he started adopting James’s worldview. Not because it was rooted in firm beliefs or clear reasoning, but because James had a family that wasn’t insane, so he was probably right. And if parroting James’s ideas at home gave his mom a few gray hairs, all the better.

It snowballed and escalated until the relationship was unsalvageable. James offered him a place to stay if he wanted to leave, and Sirius moved out. But the start of it all? A tantrum aimed at mommy. Sirius has some massive mommy issues he just can’t handle. And the funniest part? He’ll do anything to avoid being like her. He’ll go to any length to do the exact opposite of what she would do. But in the end, because they share the same awful personality, he behaves in the same violent, despotic, narcissistic way she did—just with different victims: Kreacher or Severus, for example.

It’s a brilliant little Oedipal case study.

[inlovewithgreta]

Mommy Dearest — Narcissa Black/Malfoy x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: Narcissa tends to like you a bit messy.

Warnings: Wax play, praise, blindfolds, mommy kink, cunnilingus, etc...

Word Count: 1.3k

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

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"You're not afraid to get a little bit dirty, are you?" Narcissa asked in a seductive tone.

"I'm not afraid to get messy, Cissa. I'm not this innocent little lamb anymore."

"I see. . ." Narcissa turns around with a lit candle in hand. "Let's put that to the test then, shall we?"

Even though the room was already perfectly heated, a shiver still ran down your spine as she slowly approached.

She towered above you as you knelt on the wooden floor.

"Do you want me to stay like this?" You ask.

Narcissa circles you with slow deliberation, her dark eyes watching your every movement.

"Yes, darling. And no matter how badly it burns, you'll stay exactly like that. Do you understand?"

Your throat tightens as she knelt down to meet your face and you eagerly nod.

"Good girl." She smirked to herself as she stood back up. "Now, do you trust me enough to blindfold you?"

"Narcissa, I'm all yours."

"That's what I like to hear."

Without hesitation, she gently covered your eyelids with a silk blindfold. While you plunged into darkness, all other senses began to pick up.

You could feel the air shifting as Narcissa circled around you.

You do your best to remain perfectly still as the heat from Narcissa's body drew closer.

It takes everything in you to not jump when her voice sounds directly next to your ear.

"Brace yourself, dear. You might feel a slight. . . burn."

Narcissa was careful as the candle tilted forward and the first drop of wax hit your shoulder. The small drop only registered as a small prick of pain until another droplet fell.

Gasping, you remain to hold yourself still as the pain slowly spreads, making it feel as though your skin was on fire.

"Wax play is all about trusting your partner and taking it at a timely pace. I want you to feel every last drop that meets that beautiful skin. Can you do that for mommy?"

"Yes," You breathe out, thighs squeezing tightly against each other. "Anything for you."

Your body trembles as you feel the heat from the candle draw closer once more.

"I know you well enough to use the wax to entice as well as slightly hurt you in just the way that makes you ache for more. I can make it drop down your skin as if it was my hot, wet tongue."

Before you have time to respond, Narcissa tips the candle once more. Not only did the wax just touch your shoulder, but over your collarbone and along the upper swell of your breast.

It gently burns your skin before tightly hardening as the wax cooled.

You couldn't help but softly moan at the sensation.

"You see? No matter where it touches you, I can have you in the palm of my hand the entire time without any complaints."

"For example. . ." She continued, angling the candle once more to drip the wax over your breast once more, this time ensuring the wax touched your hardened nipple.

"Oh my god. . ." You whimper as the hot wax slowly drips down your bare skin.

As exposed as you were, everything in this moment was perfect. She knew you like the back of her hand. She knew how to get you going and beg for more.

"I can either make it hurt or I can make it feel good. It all depends on if you think you should be rewarded or punished."

She pauses and you realize she's giving you the option to choose what you want her to do next.

"I've been a good girl."

"How good?" She questioned.

"I've been doing everything I can to make you happy. I'm even on my knees for you."

"What else?" She uses a gentle finger to trace the hardened wax along your body.

"I'm wet for you." You swallow, unsure of how she'd respond until you hear a low growl come from the woman standing above you.

"How wet?" She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

Your entire body flushes as you think of a way to put it into words. But you know she's aching for a response so you give her exactly what you know she's looking for.

"Every inch of me is throbbing for you. . . needing for you. . . I can feel it slowly dripping down my thighs as we speak."

"Hmm. . ." She pauses, thinking for a moment, "Would you like mommy to help you with that?"

"Yes. . . please." You beg the witch. Your whole body is anticipating your reward.

Heat hits the center of your chest as the hot wax descends down the valley between your breasts, body reeling at the sensation.

"You have no idea how delicious you look right now. I could just eat up every inch of your perfect little body."

She could tell you were eager for more when you ever so slightly thrusted your chest up towards her.

Wanting to see your face, Narcissa freeing your eyes from the blindfold. Your eyes instantly flutter open to meet hers as you look up at her through your lashes.

Words are forgotten when a whimper escapes just as another drip of wax grazes over the edge of your other nipple.

The sensitive skin tightens, the sensation feeling overwhelming as you ache for her touch.

Unable to read your expression, Narcissa ensures that you're still okay.

"Want me to continue, or have you had enough?"

"More, please!" You beg her, "I want you to make me scream."

"As you wish, my sweet."

She tips the candle with more force, this time sending a splash of wax that drips from your breast and onto your thighs.

Your body clenches as it drips just along your inner thigh. She loved watching you completely at her mercy. The way your eyes begged her to keep going. You didn't dare move as you let her have her way with you.

"Please. . ." You plead, "Please touch me. I need you. Let me feel you." You whimper, your core couldn't take it anymore, needing her to help you reach that finish you're aching for.

"Lay back on the bed, darling."

You do as she says, your back instantly hitting the silk sheets while she blows the candle out and sets it aside.

Her hips swayed as she returned back to you, putting herself in your earlier position and getting on her knees at the foot of the bed.

She licks her bottom lip as she throws your legs over her shoulder and pulls you right up to her.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, god yes."

"Then it's what you shall get." She smirks.

Her golden hues bore into your own as she flattened her tongue to lick a wet strip up your folds.

She attaches her mouth to your clit, eliciting a small moan out of you in response. She used her skillful mouth to give you the utmost pleasure.

Your hand travels to her head and run your fingers through her soft two-toned hair.

Soft moans leave your lips as you can already feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, the sensation from earlier built up inside you and it was all about to come crashing down.

She hums in approval as she pleasures you, savoring every possible second she had between your legs.

"Cissa, I'm so close—"

"Come for me, my sweet flower."

She expertly eases you into an orgasm, fingers gently pulled at her now tangled hair as your hips bucked at your growing sensitivity.

You do your best to catch your breath as your head lulls back against the bed.

"Wow. . ." You finally breathe out as Narcissa stands up, gently wiping her bottom lip.

"Wow is correct. I think it's safe to say this is my best work yet." She smirks as she toys with the hardened wax along your chest.

"I think you can still top it."

"Oh do you know?" She raised a brow.

"Most definitely."

"You're an eager little thing, aren't you?"

"Only for you, my love."

Her golden hues light up at your words.

"I sure hope so." She chuckles and holds a hand out for you. "Now let's go get you cleaned up, I want to cook for you tonight. Is that okay?"

"I would love nothing more."

The two of you walk hand in hand to the nearest sink so Narcissa can use her special oil with a washcloth to get you nice and clean.

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Taking It From the Best ~Mistress!Narcissa Malfoy x EarlySVU!Alex Cabot xFem Pet!Younger!Reader

Summary— A little crossover scenario Harry Potter x Law & Order SVU… AU where Narcissa is Alex and Reader’s mistress. Early SVU seasons Alex and Reader are roughly the same age, Narcissa is older. This is pure filth.

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, threesomes, strap-on fucking, doggystyle sex, eating out (oral), implied overstimulation, collaring, use of a leash, light bondage, mistress kink, pet kink, collaring kink, implied power play, implied sub/dom relationships, praise, physical comforting, aftercare, etc.

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“Oh Jesus fucking Christ—” you groaned.

Alex’s tongue curled inside your aching walls like fucking ecstasy, making your toes curl and your mouth open in a silent scream. The blonde’s face was being propelled in and out of your cunt by the rhythm of which Narcissa was fucking her.

The older woman was on the bed on her knees holding Alex’s hips with one hand, while her other held a leash attached to a collar. A collar which was around your neck, squeezing your airway in the most delicious way. With a swift tug from Narcissa, your body spasmed as you were pulled closer towards Alex’s savage mouth.

“Such a good girls for your mistress my Darlings… pet, my love, don’t fight it… That will only make it harder, just relax for your mistress…” Narcissa cooed lustfully, before punctuating her words with a couple twisted thrusts into the blonde’s dripping pussy.

“Oh FUCK Mistress—!!” Alex cried out, panting heavily and shaking lightly.

Alex was sandwiched in between the two of you, on her forearms and knees, and taking Narcissa’s plastic cock as it pounded into her from behind. Her eyes were rolling back as she fought to continue to eat you out while coming closer and closer to climax herself.

Your head lolled back, your body splayed out on the bed, legs wide for Alex’s face and Narcissa’s gaze. Your wrists were bound together above your head, along with the collar around your neck. It was tight enough to stifle some of your noises, but not enough to choke you out entirely. Every time you attempted to squirm away from underneath Alex’s relentless tongue, Narcissa would ruthlessly tug you even closer by the leash attached to your collar…

“Fuck I’m gonna… gonna cum again Mistresss please…!!” You moaned mindlessly, thrashing beneath Alex’s hot mouth and tugging at your restraints and leash.

Narcissa only tightened her hold on you and only fucked Alex harder, making the blonde spew moan after moan into your soaked cunt. Alex’s administrations faltered as she quickly approached her own high.

“Shit Mistress m-me too God Please!!” Alex begged, holding onto your thighs for dear life as Narcissa pounded into her from behind.

“Alex, Darling, make our pet cum. Once she has, then you may as well…” Narcissa purred.

Alex didn’t need anymore prompting, swiftly diving back into your core. With a couple more tongue thrusts into your pussy, your walls were clenching around Alex’s tongue as you came. Your back arched as you tugged against your wrist restraints as Narcissa held your leash tight while pile driving into Alex. The walls of pleasure around you came crashing down as your body spasmed in white, hot pleasure.

Alex was quick to cum right after you, falling over the edge, her cunt clenching around Narcissa’s cock. The blonde and your screams of pleasure coincided and echoes throughout the room reeking of sex. With one final thrust from Narcissa, Alex’s body collapsed onto the bed, along with yours.

Narcissa was quick to remove the strap-on and come up to the two of her girls. She caressed each of you, giving you light forehead kisses and making sure to untie you. You were panting heavily, just as Alex was.

“Darlings, you both did so good for your mistress… such good girls…” the older woman praised.

After you had both gotten a chance to catch your breaths, Narcissa ushered you two to the lavish bathroom in order to clean you up and then get you ready for bed. You followed the older woman’s command mindlessly, knowing and trusting her every word. Your heart swelled in delight as the night ended with Narcissa cuddling both of you in bed, where your eyes got heavy quickly and it wouldn’t take you nor Alex long to slip into deep slumbers.

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