#Cissa

[herpsandbirds]

Common Green Magpies (Cissa chinensis), family Corvidae, order Passeriformes, India

photograph by @dhanapalphotography

[birdblues]

Common Green Magpie

[alonglistofbirds]

[1603/10977] Bornean green magpie - Cissa jefferyi

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Corvoidea Family: Corvidae (corvids) Genus: Cissa (green magpies)

Photo credit: Rick Bowers via Macaulay Library

[bookwhoreeeeeeeeeee]

YALL LOOK AT MY GIRLS

Art by @cutegirlsart on instagram 

[insomniacaesthetic]

narcissa treating us like we’re helpless is the best thing ever??!

like just imagine she’s punishing us for being bratty and so she has her trying to get ourselves off but obviously because “we’re too little” we can’t do it and she just watches us struggle and it’s just so so hot istg 😫

a/n: Narcissa USING THAT CONDESCENDING TONE WILL BE MY WEAKNESS 🧎‍♀️

Reminder my requests for drabbles/headcanons for (mostly)Narcissa and Sev are open!! Just send them to my asks 😁

Warnings: NSFW 18+, female reader, dom cissa, degradation,

I imagine she would’ve caught you trying to touch yourself without her explicit permission. Right after she told you to be patient as she had some work to finish up and then she would take care of you. Instead you decided to be bratty and take care of it yourself.

So there she found you all spread out on your shared bed, trying to touch yourself the same way she did. But your fingers weren’t as skilled and you couldn’t reach the same spots that she could. She sat watching you in the doorway struggling to finish with a smirk plastered on her red tinted lips.

When you finally looked up and made eye contact with her a series of whimpers left you, which only made her smirk grow. “You having trouble there little one?”

Feeling too needy to speak, you nodded your head eagerly. Hoping she would feel sorry for you and come use her lovely fingers or even her sinful tongue on your aching cunt.

Normally you would’ve immediately stopped your ministrations when caught breaking a rule, but Merlin she looked so good. Her two-toned hair draping over her exposed shoulders and the silk camisole she wore to bed clinging tightly to her curves. Perfectly showing off the tops of her breasts.

“Keep going for me darling. Try your hardest to come for me, yes?”

And try you did, but despite your best efforts it was all in vain. It was like a scratch you couldn’t quite reach. Your frustrated moans finally pulled her from the doorway and she joined you on the bed. She cooed lightly and cupped your cheek. “Do you need help baby?” She used that condescending tone that always made your knees weak.

Your exaggerated nods made her chuckle as she trailed open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbones. “Course you do. You’re too little to do it all by yourself.” Her hands slid down the curves of your body. Pushing you down into the mattress as her lips and tongue mapped your body.

When she reached your aching center, her fingers ghosted over your clit. Before you had a chance to lift your hips and grind against her, she pulled away. “However, naughty girls don’t get what they want.”

[motherfuckingmaneater]

narcissa black is my precious baby angel ice queen arrogant pureblood supremist witch

[mysteriouslywingedobject]

[unofficiallymikaela]

Ladies and gentlemen, Narcissa Black 💖

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

mary, lily and narcissa as the iconic blondes from the early 00’s who didn’t get the wlw ending they deserved

i tried to make this as slay-girlie-serving-cunt as possible LMAO (i’ve now grown an attachment to hot pink)

(this is not marls erasure i promise i love her but i *had* to include cissa as regina)

[basiatlu]

I love how you draw sirius!!! And i'd love to see your version of Regulus🫶🫶

Here’s another crack at Regulus! I’m not 100 certain on his look yet but this is another attempt at least

[aithusarosekiller]

Reggie's room, December 1975

Sirius: look, I know it's your room and everything but can you please not wear james' quidditch jumper when I'm around because it reminds me that you two have actually interacted

Regulus: but Sirius...it's the boys one, and it smells nice, so it gives me gender euphoria, and you know that's so rare when we're in this house...

Sirius, mentally killing people but knowing that he'll be called transphobic if he argues back: FINE

Regulus: thank you for being so supportive of my identity and relationship

Sirius: *actually about to explode* when we get back to school, you're not parading around with POTTER on your back

Regulus: bold of you to assume I don't have dozens of his other clothes already

Sirius: *deep breaths as he leaves the room trying not to plot a murder*

[herpsandbirds]

Common Green Magpies (Cissa chinensis), family Corvidae, order Passeriformes, Latpanchar, West Bengal, India

photograph by Pranab Kumar Misra

[birdblues]

Bornean Green Magpie

[alonglistofbirds]

[2601/11080] Common green magpie - Cissa chinensis

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Corvoidea Family: Corvidae (corvids) Genus: Cissa (green magpies)

Photo credit: Rajkumar Das via Macaulay Library

[wmoonyx]

lucius: i am narcissa’s

snape, thinking that indeed, lucius is egocentric: don’t u mean narcissus

lucius: no narcissa’s, i belong to her

snape:

lucius, showing off his ring finger: like legally, we’re married

[insomniacaesthetic]

| 𝐏𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐩 | Narcissa Malfoy

Pairing: Narcissa Black/Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After too much wine Narcissa decides to make you all pretty for her.

Warnings/Contents: smut, mommy kink, alcohol, dom/sub relationships, food play? (sorta?)

Category: Smut

Word Count:  1.5K+

Thank you so much @zennyloves for all your amazing help with this fic!! I love and appreciate you always simping over Cissa with me 💖

Also this fic is based entirely on this photo

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“Lay back” Narcissa gave you a light shove so you fell back against the plush chaise. Her words were slightly slurred, and her balance was off. “Wait here f’me darling.” She placed her half full glass of red wine on the table next to you and stumbled off out of your view to the ensuite bathroom. 

You stared at the ceiling. In your drunk haze it felt like the room was slightly spinning. Cissa came back with several items clutched in her hands. She dropped them by the side of the chaise. 

Narcissa was nearly as drunk as you, if not more, so she had great difficulty climbing on top of you. She straddled your waist and leaned down to press a lazy kiss to your lips. Her silk robe had fallen open, leaving her completely exposed except for her lace underwear. You could feel her everywhere. Her bare skin brushing up against yours. Her hair was no longer in her normal updo. Instead, it fell down over her shoulders in loose waves. 

“Gonna make you look so pretty f’me.”  She hummed while still pressing her lips to yours. She tasted of red wine. “Close your eyes princess.” Her words lacked her usual eloquence. 

Your eyes fluttered shut. A moments later you felt soft bristles brushing against your eyelids. She must’ve been incredibly close to your face while she worked on applying the makeup as you could feel her small puffs of air fanning over you. You could smell the wine on her breath and her perfume that lingered on her skin. Jasmine and tea rose. You couldn’t stop a smile from forming as you inhaled the comforting scent. 

Narcissa dipped a brush into some blush and gently ran it over your cheeks. “Cissa that tickles.” Your eyes flew open, and you fell into a fit of giggles.

“Stop laughing. Not funny. Trying to make you all cute.”  She gripped your chin and continued to apply the blush all over your face. “I think I put on too much. Made you all red.” She bit back a laugh. “But you’re still oh so pretty darling.” She ended her sentence with several sloppy kisses all over your face and finally to your awaiting lips. One hand resting on the chaise next to your head and the other cupped your cheek. She eagerly pushed her tongue into your mouth, and you moaned into the kiss. Your hands trailed up the side of her body. Tracing her curves with your fingertips. Eventually you tangled your fingers in her hair, deepening the kiss. Her hips ground against yours, searching for any type of friction. 

She pulled back from the passionate kiss and stared at your now swollen lips. “I forgot lipstick.” She pouted and bent over to fetch the golden tube. Inside was the signature red that always adorned her lips. 

“Cissa…I don’t need-”

“Hush princess. Mummy knows what’s best.” Narcissa held the tube in her non dominant hand, in the other she took up her once abandoned wine glass and took a deep sip. “Pucker those pretty lips for me. Good girl.” 

She messily applied the lipstick all over your lips while giggling. Lost in her fit of laughter, she leaned down a bit too much and spilled the remaining bit of her wine all over your chest. The contrast of the liquid against your heated body made you hiss. “Oh dear.” Cissa hiccupped and peered at her now empty glass. “This was my favorite wine.” She eyed where the wine flowed down the curve of your breasts, leaving red streaks in their wake. 

“Wouldn’t want to waste a fine vintage such as this.” Narcissa hummed before tracing the red streaks with her tongue. She lapped at your skin, moaning softly in the process. “Tastes even better like this. Fuck y/n you’re perfect.” She groaned and resumed her grinding from earlier. 

“Cissa-”

She peppered kisses down your cleavage, pulling your night dress down with every meeting of her soft lips against your tingling skin. She continued her teasing by tracing her tongue in a circle around your nipple but never actually taking it into her mouth. She gave your other breast the same treatment. You began to whimper with need.

“Quiet down.” Narcissa chucked into another open-mouthed kiss against your sensitive neck.  “I’ve got you.” She hummed appreciatively. “How would you like this night to end darling? I have a few ideas…” she stroked your tummy. Her manicured nails lightly scratching at your skin made you squirm with desire. 

“I-I want-FUCK.” 

Your words were cut off when she finally latched onto your nipple and sucked quite aggressively. She pinched at your other hardened bud and pressed her knee against your cunt. “What was that love?” She purred. 

Narcissa always became a huge tease when she had a bit too much to drink. She was already a tease, but after one too many glasses of wine she didn’t fall for puppy dog eyes and cute little whimpers anymore. 

“Use your big girl words y/n” She ground her knee even harder, pulling even more needy whines from you. 

“Touch me. Please.” You panted out. Your hands flew down to hers, trying to push her down to your aching center. This only angered her. She took both of your wrists in her hand and pinned them above your head. 

“Keep still and maybe I’ll let you finish.” Narcissa pecked both of your cheeks. When you kept your hands where she placed them, she smiled appreciatively. “Good girl. Now, where were we? Oh yes.” 

She slipped her fingers under the waistband of your knickers. Normally Narcissa would tease you further, make you beg for every single thing you wanted until you were a whining mess. Though after copious amounts of wine tonight, all she wanted was to get her favorite little girl off.  

She circled your clit with the tips of her fingers. When you raised your hips to meet her touch, she pulled away and tutted. “Stay still.” She ordered. There was no sweetness behind her tone. 

Narcissa began to slowly pump a finger into your awaiting entrance. Her blue eyes were still glazed over with drunkenness and lust as she eyed where her finger disappeared inside you. She curled her finger up, attempting to find your g-spot. 

She knew she found it when you gasped and bucked your hips forward. “How’s that feel y/n?” She applied more pressure, rubbing the sensitive area in an up and down motion. 

“S-So good.” You began to squirm which only pissed Narcissa off. She climbed off of you to lean against the back rest of the chaise. She yanked you up by your wrists until your back was pressed against her chest. She pulled your arms back until you were essentially sitting on your hands. Your breasts jutted out and your legs spread for easy access. 

Satisfied by your immobility, she began her slow torturous strokes again. Every time you squirmed she held you down tighter. Narcissa never picked up the pace or added any other fingers. It would never be enough for you to cum, but it would keep you on the edge for as long as she wanted. 

This continued for what felt like hours. Eventually you were content remaining in her arms. Reduced to a moaning mess on the edge of an orgasm. Sometimes she would suck at the skin on your neck or nip at your ear lobe.  It eventually started to become too much for you. “Does my pretty girl need to cum?” Narcissa finally applied pressure to your clit. Pressure you had been craving ever since the night began. After an incoherent moan and a weak nod, she finally said the words you’ve been dying to hear. “Cum baby. Cum for mummy.” 

Your orgasm ripped through you in waves. You clenched down on Cissa’s fingers and bucked wildly against her. She continued to stimulate you through your release. “Atta girl. Good job baby.”  She cooed in your ear. You went lax in her hold while small aftershocks wracked your body. 

Narcissa pulled her fingers from you and watched your chest rise and fall rapidly.  Your mind had gone temporarily blank from the overwhelming pleasure. You didn’t even register what was happening until you felt soft silk against your sweaty skin. A thick duvet covering your body and a firm but gentle kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight darling.” 

You took a moment to catch your breath before asking, “What about you?” You craned your neck to stare at her. Her hair was messy, and her red lipstick was smeared. She typically would never allow herself to be in such a state, but after all the wine and kissing her appearance was the last thing on her mind. 

“Narcissa?” You lightly nudged her which made her groan and pull you even tighter into her embrace. Her breaths were low and even meaning she had already fallen asleep. You snuggled close into her side and relished in the feeling of her cool skin against yours. “Night.” You mumbled. 

Tomorrow morning you’d be sure to return the favor.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

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