#xnarcissa

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hello! Can you please do 60 with Narcissa and Lucius and Reader? With something along the lines of that reader is with Narcissa even though Lucius told her to stay in her room. So when she sneaks back into her room Lucius is there and "rapes" her for not listening. And after all of that happens and Lucius leaves her room to do idc Narcissa comes in and comforts her. Something along the lines of that if you can please?

Heyyyy anon! I’d love to write this; thanks for requesting it! I went in a darker direction with this one… I also included a song that I thought fit the vibe. I was thinking for it to perhaps have multiple parts…? (PSA: themes of sex trade, sex slavery, & sexual assault)

Nightmare Life ~Dark!Lucius xNarcissa Malfoy xFem Reader

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#60. “You broke the rules…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!!, sex slavery, sexual assault, smut (not with Narcissa), angst, kissing, comfort fluff, etc…

Enjoy (:

Lucius had bought you from your job as a personal pleasurer. You didn’t really have a choice in the matter, as he had given your manager no true choice with the amount of money he had offered them for you.

You lived in the Malfoy mansion, in a secluded wing by where the house elves stayed. You hated it. You had come to work at your old job because you were a student with debts and you needed a job, and being a stripper worked well with your schedule. But you never wanted to be someone’s personal sex slave.

Especially not Lucius Malfoy’s…

But this was your reality now. You came whenever your master called and did what he told you. The only good thing about this was Master Malfoy’s wife, Mrs. Malfoy (although she insisted you call her Narcissa, which Master Malfoy hated.)

At nights, you were supposed to stay in your room. But you had been having horrendous nightmares of the weeks past. So you found yourself in the kitchen, sneaking around in your shaky manner and trying to make sone tea.

“Darling?” You heard a voice behind you gently speak.

You turned around, breath fleeting at the idea of having been caught…

“Are you alright?” Narcissa asked, having found you standing near the stove simply shaking.

Your lips trembled and a tear threatened to escape your eye, and you shook your head lightly, “Nightmares, again…” you whispered.

“Oh my Darling, come here…” Narcissa comforted you, bringing you into her warm embrace.

“Why don’t you come up to my room for a bit?” She offered.

Your breath hitched.

If you were caught, you didn’t even want to think about the consequences…

“It’s alright, Lucius won’t know, Darling… Please, let me take care of you…” she whispered into your ear.

“Alright…” you hesitantly whispered back.

~~~

Narcissa had spent hours with you, comforting you and listening to your vivid, horrific nightmares. You felt a lot better by the time the sun was starting to come up. But alas, you had to get back to your room before Master Malfoy noticed you were gone. So, you said your good byes to Narcissa and crept through the manor and back down to your room.

*

But as you got to your door, you found it was cracked open. Your mind started racing, you hadn’t left the door open when you left… You entered your room and your breath hitched at the sight of your Master standing firm in the center of the small bedroom, looking livid. You gulped and closed the door, looking down on the floor.

“I’m sorry, Master…” you whimpered, your whole body shaking again.

“You whore.” Lucius sneered, “You broke the rules… You went to go see my wife!!”

“I’m truly sorry, Master… please…” you whispered, a tear escaping your face.

“Shut up and strip.” She jeered.

“Yes master…” you choked out, not being able to avoid the inevitable and following his orders.

Lucius then grabbed you by your hair, elciciting a cry of pain from you, as he shoved you against the wall with your ass sticking out.

“Seems like the whore needs to be taught a lesson…” he sneered, as he parted your legs forcefully, while pushing the side of your face into the hard cement wall.

“Please master please I’m sorry…!” You cried out.

“Shut up bitch!” Lucius yelled, before undoing his belt and trousers.

Without warning, he rammed his cock into your tight hole. You cried out in pain, as he began to pound into you with no mercy. He didn’t stop until he had cum inside you, and then he pulled out of you swiftly, leaving you to collapse onto the floor. And as quick as he’d came, he’d gone. You laid on the floor silently sobbing. You couldn’t take much more of this…

*

~~~

You didn’t know how much time had past. How many hours you had spent cradling yourself on the cold, hard floor. But at one point, you heard a faint knock. When you didn’t answer, the door creaked open a smidge.

“Darling, it’s me…” Narcissa gently spoke, “Are you alright? May I come in?”

You croaked put a hoarse “yes…”, your throat tired from all your cries.

Narcissa came into the room and her heart dropped at the sight of you. She hated what her husband was doing. She thought it was morally wrong to own another human being. But who was going to stand up to such a man…

Narcissa rushed over to you and took you into her embrace. This triggered even more sobs from your lips. She swayed you back and forth in her arms whispering how sorry she was on repeat. After some time, you lifted your head and met the woman’s gaze.

Something overtook the both of you as your breaths hitched and your eyes locked. Slowly, the space in between your lips closed, until you were lightly tasting the blondes red lips. A slight moan escaped Narcissa’s throat, before she pulled away. You whimpered lightly at the loss of contact.

But you were too tired to even think about going even further. You hadn’t even properly processed what you’d just done. You simply snuggled back into her lap, drifting off into a nightmare-less sleep.

~~~

Anyone interest in a Part 2…?

[sailtomarina]

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All - Because I'm a proud Dolohoe thirsting after the biggest, baddest (mostly reformed) Death Eater of them all 😅

xHermione

xNarcissa

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[caitrionaebing]

When: 09 September 1981 Where: the Ministry Benefit Gala Who: Caitriona and @cissapetal​

Caitriona was having a distinctly horrible night and even the surprise discovery that her child-date was actually a decent dancer was not enough to save it. Typically, Caitriona loved to dance and wasn’t picky about who her partner was as long as they kept their hands respectfully located and didn’t trod on her toes, but tonight that was not enough. Not when she kept catching glimpses of Benjy and his date out of the corner of her eye. His lovely date who he’d arrived arm in arm with and dressed to match. The whole thing made her stomach twist uncomfortably, but it had become unbearable when he’d led the other witch onto the dance floor and confidently pulled her close for a waltz. Caitriona had taught him that. She was the reason he was so ably guiding another woman around the room, and probably impressing the hell out of her in the process, and that knowledge was enough to make Caitriona worry that she might actually be sick. 

She’d made hasty, vague excuses to her escort and abandoned him on the dance floor as she cut a direct path to one of the enchanted gardens that had been set up off the main atrium to simulate being out of doors even though they were deep underground. The charmwork was certainly impressive, and Caitriona might have even appreciated it if she hadn’t been preoccupied with identifying the most remote nook to hide in. She found a bench tucked behind a hedgerow, most likely designed to host assignations, romantic or otherwise, and collapsed onto it before realizing it was already occupied. Caitriona winced inwardly at how she must look, pale and a little wild-eyed, but even that was not enough to wipe the image of Benjy and his date from her mind’s eye. 

Caitriona glanced to her left, a little worried that she may have to modify the person’s memory if she couldn’t talk herself out of this, only to recognize Narcissa with, of all things, a cigarette in hand. She’d had no idea her cousin smoked. Chu-Hua had always called it a dirty Muggle habit, and Caitriona was inclined to agree, but she also knew some people found it quite soothing. At this point, Caitriona couldn’t imagine she could feel worse, so she nodded at Narcissa's cigarette without fanfare and asked, “Do you have another one of those?”

[hisbespokenpsychopath]

Don’t know why but I’m in a @xnarcissa mood so maybe send me things on there?

[caitrionaebing]

Where: the home of Cygnus and Druella Black Who: Caitriona and @cissapetal​

Caitriona’s life had always been one of obligation, rather than desire, but recently she was finding it increasingly difficult to pretend she was satisfied with that. More and more she wanted to ignore the tasks her heritage and place in society demanded of her, and today’s task was particularly onerous. Caitriona longed for the days before Andromeda had been forced out of their family, but now she was left with only Bellatrix and Narcissa. She went back and forth as to which of her remaining female cousins was the worst, but today it had to be Narcissa, the insufferably perfect one she was constantly compared to and who she had an unavoidable appointment with for tea.

Of course, technically, the invitation had been extended to both Caitriona and her mother, and had come from Druella as well as Narcissa, but Caitriona knew as soon as her mother contrived some excuse to avoid attending that Druella would ultimately not be there either. It was something the older women did from time to time, hoping one daughter would rub off on the other for any number of reasons. Most recently, it had been Druella’s frustration over Narcissa’s reluctance to fulfill her betrothal that fueled such scheming but with her husband dead Caitriona wasn’t entirely sure she still counted as a good influence in that area. What baffled Caitriona even more was why their mothers continued these attempts when Caitriona would rather have her good-for-nothing, former cousin tattoo ‘Go Gyrffindor’ across her forehead than take advice from Narcissa, and she was sure the feeling was mutual.

Nevertheless, Caitriona was not surprised when, upon arriving at the home of Cygnus and Druella and being escorted to one of the more intimate sitting rooms by a houself, she found Narcissa alone waiting for her. “Narcissa, you look well. And how is the company treating you?” Caitriona had always found Narcissa’s dancing to be a rather juvenile excuse for a profession, but was also acutely jealous that she had the freedom to pursue such a thing, even if she was wasting it.

[caitrionaebing]

When: the day of the Witch Weekly article Where: the Black family home Who: Caitriona and @cissapetal​

No one at Burke Lodge subscribed to Witch Weekly; Chu-Hua had no patience for idle gossip, and Caitriona was happy to use that as an excuse to avoid the insipid thing. As a result, Caitriona did not find out about the article exposing the existence of Narcissa’s child until several hours after it had been published, when she overheard some of her father’s employees whispering about it at the shop. She lingered only long enough to set the hateful rag on fire, still in the unfortunate Shelley’s hands, and inform everyone that the next employee found in possession of the article would find themselves unemployed. 

Caitriona had been the subject of more than one unflattering profile in the months since Xavier���s death, and she was all too familiar with the sting of Rita Skeeter’s quill. She wasn’t about to stand idly by while Narcissa became the tawdry writer’s next victim. Caitriona herself had been shocked when she learned about her cousin’s son. Shocked, and then angry; she could still taste the bitter jealousy on her tongue. But her personal feelings didn’t matter right now, not when it was time for the family to close ranks. Narcissa had been foolish, yes, and surprisingly willful, but she didn’t deserve to be the subject of public ridicule and scorn.

When she arrived at the Black home, Caitriona did not wait for a house elf to let her in or escort her to the drawing room. She ignored the little creature’s protests as she followed the sound of raised voices. She strode into the room as if she had every right to be there and cut through Druella’s ranting in a clear, calm voice that nevertheless filled the room. “I came the moment I heard, I'm sorry I wasn’t here sooner.” While Druella stared at her with an almost comical expression of shock and indignation on her face, Caitriona took advantage of the silence to sit next to Narcissa on the settee and take her hand. “How are you holding up?”

[brokencrownedboy-blog]

"Dear Narcissa,"

Dear Adopted Princess,

I don’t really know if there’s anything left to say. I’m sure you have plenty to still throw at me since we haven’t had that much of a chance to talk since I left. I’m about good where we are right now just because I know nothing is going to change. I do hope, however, you’re happy with everything you have. Even though we’re on opposite sides you’ve always been pretty harmless, so I don’t wish anything bad upon you. You are family after all.

Don’t get too stuck up while I’m gone, Princess. Know that the rest of us can rock a crown just as well as you, and I could probably even do it better than you just because I could do it drunk. 

Sincerely,

SOB