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i—i …… holy fuck. no because honestly i need everyone in a 500 mile radius of me to shut up and sit down. class is in session and we are here to talk about the absolute work of art that is this fic. im going to give you fair warning and say this is going to be so damn long. i mean… there were at least a solid 6 times i had to put my phone down and take a fucking breath. this is a draco malfoy fic. DRACO FUCKIN MALFOY???? not TOM— not MATTHEO— not the boys i religiously simp over but the fucking boy i have probably read 3 fics for within the last two years. your profile says published author and dear lord almighty i see why. this fic is on my top fic list. i won’t recover, and i won’t ever be the same. thank you.
You rolled your eyes, returning to your eyeliner in the mirror. “Eyes up, Nott. Would be a shame to see that pretty face without teeth.”
first of all, yes. completely and entirely, yes. immediately fell in love with reader upon reading this line. 😭
“Are you really surprised?” He muttered in your ear as he lead you through the crowd. “It’s a fucking circus in here.”
idk why i loved this so much but i did so it deserves a spot in this reblog sksksks god i love when they swear i just love everything about this version of nott thank you 🫡🫡
“Followed the broken necks,” he replied, his gaze roaming from the top of your head to the very tip of your toes with a predator’s gleam. “That’s all, Nott,”
yep !!!!! yepppp !!!!!! dude my brain is actually struggling to express the level of intensity of which this line made me screech. dear god the imagery of draco malfoy saying and doing this exact thing in my mind is just *insert a picture of a rabid animal biting something*
“I’d ask if you’ve been a good girl, but I think I know the answer to that,” he hummed, pressing his lips beneath your jaw and kissing downwards at a leisurely place.
melted. a puddle on the floor, flowing into a storm drain to carry me back out into the ocean where i belong because i am merely fluids.
“Does that mean ‘no’?” You giggled, letting the heat of his affection flow through you, warming your blood until a buzzy desire bloomed between your legs.
this^^^^^^
“Good girls don’t dance like that in an attempted murder against their boyfriend,” he chuckled, nipping at your ear before sitting up.
HEHEHHEE AND THEN THIS^^^^^ ????? draco shut up you cute little fuck i’m giggling and kicking my feet this is diabolical and i can’t even believe it. only a master of a writer could get me to this level over draco malfoy dear GOD
“Of course.” You leaned in closer, your lips brushing his ear. “And what’s underneath it.” His grip tightened on your thigh, and you felt something hard nudge against your hip. “I suppose Santa should let you take his wallet into town more often,” he muttered, a little raspier than before. “At his own peril,” you warned, smiling.
i am prowling the streets. i am finding electrical cords to chew on. i am climbing walls, and i am biting fists. chat, am i cooked? be fr rn? am i cooked chat?
“No one talks to you like that,” he growled against your neck, biting at your skin while he wrapped your legs around his waist. “I don’t care if it’s my friends, my father, or bloody Minister of fucking Magic.”
okay okay okay okay holy fuck not gonna lie that fight caught me completely off guard but bro is so protective of us and my good lord i don’t have adequate words to explain what this did to me—the mention of his father 😭😭😭😭 someone please pass me an inhaler because shits getting thick in here and i can’t BREATHEEE
“That why you’re dripping for me? Did it turn you on when I got angry?” It was a rhetorical question. He knew it turned you on when he was set off, as it had resulted in many a shagging in broom closets and empty classrooms.
EEEEEEEP???? i’m literally making unintelligible noises at this point in the fic i have screeched and giggled and then gasped and now screeched again and also im sweating???? the way he was murmuring while eating us out—no because i just CANT WITJ YOUR WRITING 😭😭😭😭
“Baby, that makeup…” his eyes danced over your face. “Lose my train of thought when you look at me like that.”
STOPPPP BECAUSE NOW IM SOBBING ????? NOT EVEN FIVE SECONDS LAGER?????? i’m so sorry if someone said this to me it would be instantaneous marriage. how fucking ROMANTIC IS THIS???? HOW UTTERLY REVERENT??? HES SO INLOVE WITH USSSSSS *more unintelligible noises*
“Where'd my sweet girl go? All I see now is a needy slut.” He lightly slapped your tit he'd just been nursing, making you jump and keen, a deep pulse of arousal making your pussy drip. “You know what sluts get for Christmas?”
the goddamn whiplash DUDEEEEE HANG ON—-
“Fucked,” he growled, and slammed himself to the hilt, splitting you down the middle.
—— SIR I HAVE BEEN A MASSIVE SLUT WHEN IS IT MY TURN????? JFC i can’t believe i am actually freaking out over draco fucking malfoy. i thought i was out of this phase i truly really did. you are a damn wizard at what you do
“All yours, baby. Don't fret.” He stroked your hair, staring down at you with a lovesick smile. “Look at me.”
draco my good sir i hate to inform you but i am indeed fretting. oh, i am fretting so goddamn hard rn.
“Shit, thats it, angel. Just like that. Open that pretty throat for me.”
yup. yep. yeup. this is where i ascended and then descended back into my bed to sob. thank you for writing this. thank you for sharing your talents it was a treat and i can’t even tell you how much i will be thinking about this for the unforeseeable future. i’m so glad i decided to click on this. you’re brilliant at what you do 🤍🤍🤍
Bad Santa | D.M.
“Santa can’t be bad.” He grabbed you by the throat...“Sweet girls, however, always have a naughty side.”
feat. Draco Malfoy x fem!reader
SUMMARY: Your boyfriend Draco has thrown the Christmas party of the year, and wears a Santa hat to make you smile. But jealousy quickly throws a wrench into your festive evening.
CW: MDNI 18+, smut with a sprinkle of plot, he hates everyone but her, protective, arrogant, and possessive!draco, slightly toxic behavior, pda, dirty talk, sort of insecure reader?? (she just wants to be perfect for him even though he thinks she’s perfect 1000% of the time), Blaise is kind of a dick in this one sorry
You were running late to Draco’s Christmas party, but your red glitter eyeliner was not cooperating, and you were ready to start screaming.
You just wanted to look perfect for him, even though he loved nothing more than seeing you fresh out of the shower, bundled up in his pajamas. But this was one of the last parties he would throw at Hogwarts, and he’d worked so hard on every meticulous detail.
You refused to be the weak link.
There was a soft knock on your door, and your heart fell out of rhythm, thinking it was Draco.
“Come in!” You called, and Theo opened the door, a flute of wine in hand.
He let out a low whistle, freezing in place, forgetting that he definitely was not supposed to be checking you out.
You rolled your eyes, returning to your eyeliner in the mirror. “Eyes up, Nott. Would be a shame to see that pretty face without teeth.”
He shook himself and strode in, setting the drink on the table beside you. It was fizzy and a pale gold, with sugared cranberries floating at the top. “Yeah, yeah. Malfoy sent me to check on you, make sure you didn’t fall out the window or something. And he said to bring you that.” Theo gestured to the drink.
You flushed, taking a sip of the effervescent giggle water. “I’m perfectly fine. Tell Draco I’ll be down soon.” You set the glass down and picked up your liner brush, finishing the last line. You leaned back to make sure they were even and fucking finally, they were.
“You got it, Mrs. Clause,” he bowed and made a swift exit.
Mrs. Clause? You shrugged it off. Theo was always spouting random shit, anyways. You fluffed your hair and stood, straightening your black slip dress. An inch shorter, and it would be considered lingerie, but you wanted Draco to be unable to keep his hands off of you, and this dress would surely do the trick.
You slipped your hands into a pair of black, satin elbow gloves, and stepped into your black platform heels. For the final touch, a swipe of oxblood red lipstick, and you were ready.
The music was loud enough to feel through the floor as you made your way down the stairs, drink in hand, the party in full swing. The room was completely covered in green and white christmas lights, with dozens of trees decorated in Slytherin colors and tinsel snakes scattered throughout the room. Fake snow fell gently from the ceiling, covering everything in a sheen of silver glitter, though it wasn’t cold when it kissed your skin, collecting in your hair and eyelashes.
It was a wonderland, and your heart swelled with pride that your man made it happen.
You turned your attention back to the stairs so you didn't fall face first, and noticed Theo was waiting for you at the bottom.
”Really?” You teased, taking his arm when he offered it to you.
“Are you really surprised?” He muttered in your ear as he lead you through the crowd. “It’s a fucking circus in here.”
Despite your teasing, you were glad for his company once you got into the thick of the party. It seemed your housemates were pulling out all the stops for this one, already teetering into rager territory and it wasn’t even 10 o’clock.
“He’s going to crash out when he sees you,” Theo chuckled, puffing up his chest when some Ravenclaw boy drifted a little too close to you.
“That’s the idea.”
“Crash out indeed.” Draco suddenly appeared in front of you, stepping from the crowd like he’d apporated there, and you nearly tripped over your heels.
He was dressed in all black, like you’d discussed, his suit decorated with black lace and silver trim. But what really threw you was the velvet black Santa hat on his head, the fur trim and bauble like a silver wolfs coat. He looked…sinful.
“Draco!” You exclaimed, flush with excitement. “How did you—”
“Followed the broken necks,” he replied, his gaze roaming from the top of your head to the very tip of your toes with a predator’s gleam. “That’s all, Nott,” he said, an edge of command to his voice, and Theo dissolved into the crowd.
He extended a hand to you and you placed your fingers in his palm, butterflies rioting in your stomach despite having been with Draco for close to a year now. He pulled your bodies together, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other bringing your gloved knuckles to his lips for a chaste kiss.
“I’m speechless, baby,” he murmured, releasing your hand to catch your chin. He tilted your head up towards him, turning you just slightly to watch the shimmer around your eyes dance.
You reached up to flick the bauble on the end of his hat, grinning. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“Let me see you,” he purred. He took your hand again and stepped back, spinning you in a slow circle as the snow fell around you. It was like there was no one else in the room, just you and Draco in a winter wonderland. “That’s simply unfair, darling,” he said, pulling you back into him. “Am I meant to fight off every student in attendance?”
“You’re so dramatic,” you snickered, pecking his cheek, and he chuckled.
“C’mon, let’s get you by the fire. It is winter, you know—”
You swatted his arm, letting him lead you through the crowd. Though, Draco had a considerably easier time with it that Theo did, the party-goers shifting apart like the Red Sea. In a few moments, you found your and Draco’s friends sitting in a circle of couches and chairs by the roaring fireplace. The largest arm chair, closest to the fire, was unoccupied, and you noticed two drinks sitting untouched on the table beside it.
A fire whiskey that was certainly Draco’s, and another frosty flute of giggle water with cranberries, presumably for you.
Your friends all greeted you with warm smiles and a wolf whistle from Pansy, and you broke free from Draco to catch up with her and a few of your girls.
“You have no idea, he was so bitchy when you didn’t show up at 9:30 on the dot,” Pansy whispered, giggling.
“Not at you, of course. He’s just never happy when you aren’t around,” another one of your friends muttered.
You glanced over at Draco, who was sitting in his seat, an ankle propped up on the opposite knee, fire whiskey in hand. He was watching you over the rim despite poor Blaise trying to talk to him, and you could feel his gaze like a caress over your exposed back.
“It was my damn eyeliner,” you chuckled, batting your eyes to show them, and they squealed. “Couldn’t get it straight.”
“That’s amazing! Where did you get it—”
“It makes you look like a crazy vixen or something. Slayed.”
“It’s flawless, well worth being thirty minutes late—”
“Thank you, thank you,” you flushed.
“Let’s go dance!” Pansy said, grabbing you by the wrist, and you turned to check with Draco. Not that you needed permission, just to let him know what you were doing.
“Go dance, baby. I’ll be right here, watching very closely,” he called with a smirk, waving you off.
You swallowed the rest of your drink as the girls dragged you out to the edge of the dance floor, where it wasn’t quite as crowded, and the boys could keep an eye on all of you in case anyone got any ideas. You let yourself get lost in the music and the movement, Draco’s watchful the eye the only thing rooting you to the present. Even from across the room, he made you feel secure as gold in Gringott’s, which was why you felt comfortable wearing a dress so revealing, or going to a wild party in the first place.
But, after an hour or so, you started to feel that longing tug in your lower belly, missing his voice, his touch. You grabbed Pansy, shouting in her ear over the roar of the music. “Excuse me, I have to sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what I want for Christmas!”
“Ask for a million dollars!” She shouted back, breathless.
You turned and sauntered across the room to Draco, eyes locked on him, taking care to sway your hips in time to the music.
He set his foot down, patting his thigh with his free hand, a smirk lifting his handsome face. You stepped between his thighs and eased onto his lap, his arm immediately wrapping around your back to grip your thigh, the fat dimpling beneath the pressure as he hauled you closer.
“Hi, Santa baby,” you flirted, lifting your legs to rest them across his other thigh, your heels dangling towards the ground.
“I’d ask if you’ve been a good girl, but I think I know the answer to that,” he hummed, pressing his lips beneath your jaw and kissing downwards at a leisurely place.
“Does that mean ‘no’?” You giggled, letting the heat of his affection flow through you, warming your blood until a buzzy desire bloomed between your legs.
“Good girls don��t dance like that in an attempted murder against their boyfriend,” he chuckled, nipping at your ear before sitting up.
“Attempted murder” You gasped, pressing a hand to your chest. “I would never.”
He passed you your drink, watching your lips as you took a long sip of the fizzy beverage. “I like that lipstick,” he said, softening his voice. “Is it new?”
You nodded. “Santa bought it for me at Hogsmead.”
Draco laughed, the vibration in his chest making your thighs clench as your arousal continued to build. “Did Santa buy you that dress too?”
“Of course.” You leaned in closer, your lips brushing his ear. “And what’s underneath it.”
His grip tightened on your thigh, and you felt something hard nudge against your hip. “I suppose Santa should let you take his wallet into town more often,” he muttered, a little raspier than before.
“At his own peril,” you warned, smiling.
“Whatever it takes to keep you right here, Mrs. Clause.” His hand slid to the nape of your neck, the tips of his fingers chilled from holding the whiskey glass, and he pulled you in. Your lips connected in heated kiss, tasting cinnamon and drunken cherries. His tongue brushed along the seam of your lips in a request for entry. You parted just slightly for him, a tease, before biting lightly at the tip of his tongue. He grinned, retaliating by biting your lower lip, hard enough to send a delicious flare of pain straight to your most sensitive parts, and you nearly cried out. He soothed the bite with his tongue, and kissed you softly before pulling away.
You knew that lipstick was worth the price tag; barely a ghost of smear colored his lips. He just looked thoroughly kissed, exactly how you wanted him to.
“Why does this party just feel like extremely elaborate foreplay?” Blaise droned, rolling his eyes at the two of you.
“Everything is foreplay to them,” Pansy laughed, flopping down onto the couch between Crabbe and Goyle.
“Jealous, Zabini?” Draco asked, leaning back a little further into the chair, his legs spreading wider so gravity shifted more of your weight into his body. He was so warm and solid, the feel and presence of him making your head go a little fuzzy. Or perhaps it was the giggle water taking effect.
“Sorry, Blaise,” you said, nudging his shoulder with the toe of your heel. “We’ll try to keep the pda under control.”
“I didn’t agree to that,” Draco argued, grabbing your ankle and tucking your foot back against his calf. “Let ‘em suffer.”
“Draco, don’t be cruel,” you scolded, though everyone knew you didn’t mean it.
“Cruel? Cruel would be denying everyone the sight of you. He should be thanking me,” Draco countered, his hand caressing up and down your shin, the other kneading the fat of your haunch.
“Ah, yes. Thank you for allowing me to watch you all but fuck your girl in front of the entire student body,” Blaise snapped, and you felt Draco’s energy immediately shift into dangerous territory.
“Just say you’re jealous and shut the fuck up, Blaise. You’re being a dick,” Goyle shot back, with a grunt in agreement from Crabbe.
“Baby,” you murmured, quiet enough that only Draco could hear you. “Ignore him. He’s just trying to get a rise out of you and ruin our fun.” You rubbed your gloved hand over his chest, feeling his heart pounding through his expensive shirt. He was glaring at Blaise, anger slithering through the blue of his eyes, promising pain.
“No, I want him to say what he means,” Draco said, his tone deceptively light, and you inwardly groaned. “Go on, mate. Tell us the truth.”
Theo made a ‘don’t’ sign with his hand, but Blaise was glaring right back at Draco, apparently foolish enough, or drunk enough, to take the bait.
“I wouldn’t parade my girl around like that, is all. Wouldn’t want another bloke seeing what’s mine.”
Draco was up in a flash, leaving you in a heap on his chair. Blaise jumped up too, but Theo got between them before they collided.
“She can do whatever she damn well pleases. And I’m not going to let some microdicked cunt make her think twice about it,” Draco growled, and your heart gave an ill-timed flutter, your pussy tingling anew. You knew Draco shouldn’t be so protective, and it’s gotten him in trouble on more than one occasion, but you couldn’t help it. You loved seeing Draco’s dark side come out on your behalf.
“Fuck you, Malfoy,” Blaise replied, shoving into Theo to try and reach Draco. Theo shoved Blaise backwards and Draco managed to get around him, grabbing Blaise up by the collar. You got to your feet, fear pumping through you, but Theo blocked you before you could intervene.
“Now, I’m going to give you the opportunity to apologize to her on your own, or I will force it out of you,” Draco said, his voice menacingly low. When Blaise tried in vain to free himself, Draco shook him hard, nearly hitting his head against the stone fireplace. “Now, Zabini.”
Blaise’s eyes met yours, wide with fear, but deeply angry. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he hissed through his teeth, venomous as a hex.
Draco pushed him hard, throwing him onto the ground. He loomed over the prone boy, raising his wand.
“Draco!” You shouted, managing to get around Theo is his shock. You got between Draco and Blaise, throwing your arms around your boyfriends neck and pressing yourself to his front. “He’s not worth getting expelled,” you hissed in his ear, his eyes feral and jaw set. “Please, please don’t do this.”
You felt him soften, just a fraction.
“Merlin, I’m sorry, okay!” Blaise shouted, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, y/n.” Sincerity softened the Blaise’s voice, and Draco finally lowered his wand.
You applied some pressure to Draco’s front, trying to get him to move, and he took a step back, an unspoken acquiescence. You grabbed his hand and dragged him through the sea of onlookers and up to his dorm, his hand a vice on yours.
As soon as the door closed behind you, Draco lunged, crushing you against the wall in a fervid, desperate kiss. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the race of his heart, and knew that he needed an outlet for his temper.
“No one talks to you like that,” he growled against your neck, biting at your skin while he wrapped your legs around his waist. “I don’t care if it’s my friends, my father, or bloody Minister of fucking Magic.”
“Yes, Draco!” You cried out when he ground his hardening cock against your clothed cunt, your eyes rolling back at the friction.
“You’re mine,” he said, his lips releasing from your skin with a pop, having left a mark behind to punctuate his point. “Mine to spoil, mine to dote on, mine to touch, kiss, fuck.”
“Fuck, yes. All yours.” You pulled off your gloves and dug your fingers into his platinum hair, knocking off the Santa hat in pursuit of another scalding kiss. He obliged you, tangling his tongue with yours and loosing a low groan. He peeled you off of the wall, not breaking the kiss, and tossed you onto a bed.
Not his bed, you realized almost immediately.
“Draco—”
“Just want to leave a little gift for Blaise,” he said, kissing down your chest while his hands pushed up your skirt, revealing the g-string you bought just for him. It was black and trimmed in diamonds, nothing but mesh covering your puffy, drooling lips. “Look at you,” he cooed, softening further. He lowered himself to rest fully between your legs and grazed his thumb over the mesh, feeling the wetness soaking through. “You bought these for me?”
You nodded, chewing your lower lip and resisting the urge to press yourself into his hand.
“How very considerate of you, darling,” he praised, hooking the fabric with his middle finger and tugging it aside. He pressed a kiss to your clit before swiping a languid lick through your slit, finally relaxing back into his usual, calm demeanor. He always settled like this when it was just the two of you, your body laid out all for him, like it appeased some ravenous beast inside of his chest.
Between your legs was where he made his confession, where he bared his soul and sought forgiveness for his trespasses.
“M’sorry for being such a brute,” he murmured against you, sucking lightly at your clit.
“I love when you stand up for me,” you said, your words tangled with a soft moan as he continued to lap at you, so soft it makes your chest ache.
You felt him smile against you before sitting back on his heels, your slick glossing his lips and chin. “That why you’re dripping for me? Did it turn you on when I got angry?” It was a rhetorical question. He knew it turned you on when he was set off, as it had resulted in many a shagging in broom closets and empty classrooms. “Or was it the Santa hat?” he teased, getting up and grabbing it off of the floor.
“Draco, come back,” you whined, reaching for him while he put the hat back on his head. He was toying with you now, seeing how worked up he could get you before either of you snapped.
If there was one thing you knew for certain about Draco Malfoy, it’s that he loved the chase. Perhaps it was the Slytherin in him, the desire to scheme and plot, to coax out their prey before they strike.
He grabbed your ankle and tugged you the edge of the bed, your hips flush against his. “I’m here,” he soothed, running his hands over your thighs and spreading your legs a little further for him. “Baby, that makeup…” his eyes danced over your face. “Lose my train of thought when you look at me like that.”
You sat up, inching your hips closer to his, feeling his hardness pressing against you. “You like it?” You asked, batting your lashes while you push his jacket off of his shoulders, the blazer landing with an umph onto the floor.
“I do.” He reached up to ghost his fingers over your face, brushing your fake lashes with the gentlest touch, tracing over your nose, your eyebrows, your lined cupid’s bow. “You’re beyond beautiful, darling.”
You leaned forward and pressed a kiss underneath his jaw, sucking lightly at his pulse, and he heaved a contented sigh, his hand sliding into your hair. With deft fingers, you started to undo the buttons of his shirt, kissing down his pale chest as you went.
“How do you always manage to disarm me?” He asked, scratching gently at your scalp, watching you through heavy lidded eyes. “I was so angry, then you just—you just chased it away with your sweet little self.”
You preened under his gentle touch, loving that only you got to see this side of him, that there was a Draco you didn’t have to share with the rest of the world.
“I like myself better when I’m with you,” he murmured, tightening his grip on your hair to force you head up. “Like I’m not all bad.”
Your heart cracked, affection making it swell a few sizes too large. “Draco, you are not bad,” you shushed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking his lips. “You’re wonderful, and I love you. All of you.”
He smiled, catching your lips in a deeper kiss. “I love you too, sweet girl.”
“Even if you’ve been a bad Santa,” you tease, flicking the bauble at the end of his hat.
“Santa can’t be bad.” He grabbed you by the throat and shoved you back down, looming over you with a cheeky smirk on his face. “Sweet girls, however, always have a naughty side.”
“Not me!” you giggled.
“Back talk, hm?” He slid his hand down to the top of your dress and pulled it down, freeing your bare breasts. He laved a tongue over one of your nipples, making your eyes roll back when he sucked it between his teeth, biting gently.
Your hips bucked up involuntarily, a cry falling from your lips when your clit ground against his length.
“Where'd my sweet girl go? All I see now is a needy slut.” He lightly slapped your tit he'd just been nursing, making you jump and keen, a deep pulse of arousal making your pussy drip. “You know what sluts get for Christmas?” He asked, undoing the buttons of his trousers. You felt his cock spring out, scalding hot and solid.
You shook your head, already half dumb from his hot and cold teasing, zeroed in on the feeling of his cock nudging against your drooling entrance.
“Fucked,” he growled, and slammed himself to the hilt, splitting you down the middle.
You cried out, arching off the mattress when he withdrew and slammed back in, rebuilding you only to shatter you once more. Your pussy made the most obscene sounds, sloppy as it gripped him. He loosed an unintelligible stream of curses, fucking into you with all the fervor he had when you initially fled the party.
“Fuck, Draco,” you cried, muffling yourself on Blaise's now tousled quilt.
“That's a good girl, cry all you like. I want him to know exactly how hard I fucked you on his bed.” He leaned over you, grabbing one of Blaise's pillows and tucking it under your lower back, elevating your hips so he could hit a new, more intense angle.
“Mmph, so deep,” you whined, stars dancing being your eyes, the coil in your stomach winding tighter with every graze of his cockhead against that ruthless, spongy place inside of you.
“Gonna make a mess of this perfect pussy. Shit, love—so fucking tight f’me,” he groaned, throwing one of your ankles over his shoulder and biting at your calf. “So fucking pretty taking my cock,” he mumbled between kisses along your shin, holding your ankle in a bruising grip to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
You were getting so close, swallowing scream after scream as he pounded you.
“Gonna come for me, sweet girl? Can feel you squeezing harder, soaking my cock.” He released his grip on your hip to smear his fingers over your clit, rubbing back and forth at brutal pace, letting you hear just how wet you were. “C’mon, baby. You're so close—oh fuck.”
You came with a scream, biting down on the quilt in a feeble attempt to quiet yourself as your orgasm tore through you, forcing a gush of moisture from your pussy.
“Merlin, baby. That's perfect, you're doing so good for me, sweetheart,” he praised, sounding a little starstruck, and more than a little excited.
It was like he replaced your blood with fire whiskey, burning, bright, dizzying. You were soaring, awash with bliss as he fucked you through it, moving slower to savor the way you fluttered around him.
You blinked your eyes open, bleary and a cockdrunk.
“There she is,” he cooed, setting your leg down and leaning forward to kiss your cheeks, your nose, your lips. “You alright?”
You nodded, stretching your arms overhead like a tired kitten.
“Not done yet, lovey. C’mere.” He slipped out of you, ignoring your whine of protest and tugged you to the edge of the bed. He tossed Blaise's pillow, now soaked with your release, onto the floor. “On your knees, darling.”
You happily obliged, lowering yourself to the ground and grabbing at his cock before he had a chance to sit. He chuckled, letting you lap at his messy shaft, loving the taste of you smeared on his skin. Marking him as yours.
“All yours, baby. Don't fret.” He stroked your hair, staring down at you with a lovesick smile. “Look at me.”
You flicked your eyes upwards as you start working your mouth down his cock, taking him about halfway before retreating. He was flushed and breathing hard, his black button down open to reveal his muscular chest, littered with love bites you left behind. The Santa hat was still on his head, slightly askew from the thorough fucking, and his blue eyes were blazing.
He groaned, hand tightening in your hair. “Baby, your eyes. Got me in a chokehold,” he rasped, hips rocking forward in time with your head.
Evidently, the eyeliner was very much worth it.
You wrapped your hand around the base and increased your pace, close to gagging yourself on his length, your eyes fixed firmly on his reactions.
His head lolled back on his shoulders, throat bobbing as he moaned, mouth falling open. “Fuck, m’already close.”
A trill of pride washed through you and you pushed even further, his head nudging the back of your throat and making your eyes water.
“Shit, thats it, angel. Just like that. Open that pretty throat for me.” He fisted your hair and stalled your movements, his cock buried in your mouth and cutting off your air. “Fuck!” He cried, pulling your head back and grasping his cock, pumping himself against your tongue as the first rope of release splattered against it.
You stuck your tongue out, letting him fill your mouth with his spend while he moaned and cursed, his whole body bowing around you with the force of it.
He milked himself dry, heaving a loud exhale followed by a sly smile, and gripped your chin, tilting your head up for him. “My sweet girl,” he cooed, swiping up a dribble of cum from your chin and feeding it between your lips. “Swallow.”
You did, swallowing down every bit of cum before opening your mouth for him, sticking out your now clean tongue.
He grinned, scooping you up into his arms and raining kisses over your face and neck. “So fucking perfect. How did I get so lucky?”
You giggled, dizzy with delight, and wrapped your arms around him, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"You wanna go back to the party?" He asked, and you scoffed, earning a relieved smile. He tucked an arm under your knees and hefted you into the air, carrying you across the room to his bed. He laid you down and rummaged through his trunk, finding a pair of pajamas you liked, before walking back over to you.
You loosed a big yawn, eyelids heavy, and he chuckled.
“Fucked out, hm?” He teased, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it aside before replacing it with one of his Quidditch t-shirts.
You answered with another yawn, flopping back onto his fancy, silk pillows.
He shimmied a pair of boxers up your legs before tucking you into his quilt, the smell of his expensive body wash wrapping around you as you settled.
He clicked his tongue. “Face towards me, sweetheart.” You turned your head, eyes closed, and felt a cool cloth wipe across your cheek, your eyes, your forehead. Diligently, he removed your makeup inch by inch, careful to not pull or tug. He even let your lashes soak off, counting to thirty under his breath before removing them, instead of just tugging them off. When he was finished, he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Your makeup was lovely, but you are so beautiful as you are “
You hummed in appreciation, eyes still closed, and puckered your lips for a kiss, which he happily provided.
Then he stood and you could hear him moving around the room, picking up your trail of items and righting the room.
“You aren't really gonna leave that on Blaise's bed?” You mumbled, peaking at him over the covers.
“Oh, I certainly am,” he replied, fluffing it up and setting it back where he found it. “Maybe he'll keep his mouth shut next time.”
You rolled your eyes, snuggling back down into the pillows. You wanted no part of their twisted drama.
A few moments later, you felt the covers lift and the bed dip, and Draco’s warm body wrapped around you, shirtless and in sweatpants. He nuzzled into your neck, taking a deep breath.
“You never told me what you wanted for a Christmas?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to the curve of your shoulder.
Your brain was sluggish, trying to piece together what you wanted. But you could only think of one thing.
“Dark chocolate frog,” you mumbled, and he burst out laughing.
“Then you'll have an army of dark chocolate frogs, my love.”
Thank you sm for reading!
#holy fucking hell#this was an essay but so damn well deserved#what a read. absolute 10/10#smut banter insane flirting. FIGHT. ANGER. MEOOOWWWW way to check all the boxes seriously.#draco malfoy#slytherin boys#theodore nott#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy x reader#draco x reader
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Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!
#14 days with you#to be tagged later#Sometimes a team is just Sephiroth; some random flower girl; and a dragoon from FFXIV#Like....... Look me in my eyes and tell me that one of Jiyan's abilities isn't just stardiver /silly#Anyways!! Sharing dis on my main only because it's just a sketch and doesn't feel ''official'' enough for da 14DWY blog#If I come back to this piece + retouch/put more effort into it maybe I'll reupload it there instead#But ya!! Any inconsistencies in Scar's outfit is because I was too busy staring at Taoqi <3#There was also absolutely no rhyme or reason as to why I drew Ren as Scar specifically too—#—Other than the fact that he WOULD rock da onigiri strip (RIP T_T) /ij /silly#Plus I was going to draw [REDACTED] as (WUWA SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!!) Geshu but?? Babes I don't think the timeline works out??#I really saw the marks in the same spot and was like “oh!! they're the same person :3” LIKE GIRL NO?? This is what happens when you skip cs#Geshu is still my number 1 next to Taoqi though (in terms of design) <3 I have a type teehee#Mayhaps I will draw [REDACTED] after all...... (It's currently 3pm and I'm nowhere near my tablet)#Also also!! A treat for those who've read this far: Day 3.5 will be made public very soon!! It's pride month n I wanna celebrate—#—With everyone's fave demi/pansexual enby (who sometimes does a bit of stalking) (as a treat) (he's a yandere)#Violet's birthday is also June 10!! Early birthday gift!! Yippeee!!#Ok I'll shuddup now <3
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as an apology for being gone for a month, have a uquiz i spent a week making! pls feel free to reblog with which character you got, i worked way too hard on this silly little thing. there are eight different characters you can get that are varying levels of unknown, with comic recommendations for each character <3
#necrotic nuisance#batfamily#uquiz#batfamily uquiz#reblog for sample size#some of these characters are my fave but some are not#so I apologize if I didn't do them right I tried my best I swear#I can promise i've read all the comics recommended for each character tho!#so this was based on. something idk#I have no explanation for why I vanished for a month. it felt longer. but it also was a short month#it took time getting settled in and figuring out a routine with a baby#also answering those rlly long asks started draining me I got daunted kjjhgjkhjg#I love them tho! I will get to them#but expect them to be answered veryyy slowly now#I tried to post like 5-10 a day#and with my current life rn that is absolutely not feasible#Christmas break is coming up and my brother in law has two weeks off so! I should have spare time over the holidays to get back into it#also idk why but i've been fighting with writing#it's not even writer's block it's like I can't write well#idk what happened.#i think i'll go back to finish up the whump prompts bc it'll let me write without pressure#so expect those to come out!#i am proud of this quiz tho pls take it.#it took me so long.#I will not say which characters are in it bc I don't wish to clog tags#and I want it to be a surprise#of the ppl i've made take it so far tho I will say the breakdown of the most popular result is fascinating to me
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anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??
#okay incoming rant about this series#i read the first book when i was 10 or 11 and i was absolutely obssessed with it. i read it so many times i had the entire story memorized#the issue was that i could not find the rest of the series anywhere. it was either sold out or out of stock#and then i found out that only the first 3 books had been translated into my first language so at that point i kinda gave up on them#anyway#flashforward to a couple of weeks ago#i was re organizing my bookshelf and on the back i found LYKY (is this how y'all are abreviating it??)#and remembred how much i loved it#and since i'm now fluent in english and was stuck at home recovering from a surgery i decided to download the entire series and read it#to find out what the fuck happened afterwards#long story short i read all six books in 4 or 5 days#and i haven't stopped thinking about them since#it's actually so funny how little information we have in the first book#i went all of these years thinking it was mostly a silly series about a boarding school for spies when actually SO MUCH happens afterwards#i can't believe i went all of these years unaware of zach goode's existence#truly character of all time#but also i can't stop thinking about how interesting it would have been if zach had come to hate the circle and his mom during the series#rather than before#make it a true enemies to lovers#and have us witness that portion of his character developement in real time instead of being told about it#like him slowly realizing through cammie and his time at gallagher that maybe what they were doing is wrong#i think it would have been very interesting to read#although let's be real it took me until halfway through book four to trust him and he was fully one of the good guys so..#but yeah i have a lot more to say but these tags are long enough#gallagher girls#okay i just want to add another funny anecdote about my experience with this series#my copy of LYKY has an age warning in the back recomending that readers should be above 13 yo to read it#and i distinctly remember finishing it and thinking the warning was kind of dumb bcs besides a few mentions of death and other heavier topi#nothing really happened#and now i realize it was a warning for the rest of the series not just the first book because jesus fucking chirst everything after
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i’m pretty sure this was done on the tlt subreddit once before but i haven’t seen it here and i’m curious to know tumblr’s opinions on the topic! personally i like the second two much more than the first—gtn didn’t really grab me that much and i wouldn’t have even called myself part of the fandom until i decided i might as well give htn a go and immediately got sucked in—but i’m guessing that most people’s experience is different, since the first book seems like the most popular based on the impressions i’ve gotten. also feel free to put in tags where you’d rank the short stories (as yet unsent and doctor sex) relative to the books! i would have stuck those in the poll too but there are. 120 different ways to order 5 unique objects
#personally it’s always going to be ayu >/= htn > ntn > dr sex > gtn for me#i do think that gtn might have had a chance against ntn if i had read gtn in the same mindset that i read nona (i.e. already completely 100%#obsessed with the world and characters) but there’s no way either of them could possibly hope to compete with the EXPERIENCE that is htn#and ayu is absolutely perfect for what what it is (character study of judith subtle worldbuilding exercise etc.)#like that short story more than anything else to me is where it’s clear that muir has written fanfic before because in the best possible way#ayu feels like one of those extremely high-quality 10-15k oneshot fics that you read and find your entire life permanently changed by#also the night that story leaked on this website was my destiel night so i will always have a fondness for it tied to that experience#the locked tomb#polls#if this HAS been done on here then i’m sorry and i’m not trying to steal anyone’s thunder! i just really want to know
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Since I've shared more of my reading interests on here lately, I thought I'd share my rant about the insanity of the book The Princess Bride by William Goldman. Yes. This is the book that is the same story as the popular older movie The Princess Bride.
I'll start this by saying I've never been so affronted by a book before. The closest would be the ending of the first Mortal Engines books (which if you know you know). That ending actually drove me nuts enough that I recall it quite often when thinking about insane books. However, the Princess Bride blows that chaos out of the water.
Not only is the book halted by a lot of extra nonsense that the author throws in of his own thoughts and opinions because part of the story is that he is retelling a book he read as a child and abridging it. The book in question doesn't exist so this is all made up and fantastical. I'm usually down for the silly and extra from writers. I've read Good Omens and plan to read some of the Discworld series sooner rather than later. I obviously recently finished the Hobbit and LoTR. But that is the fun silly that I love. Whatever the fuck is in the Princess Bride bridges on insanity.
The book is mostly the same as the movie EXCEPT for the ending. In the movie, it ends with Buttercup, Westley, Fezzik and Inigo riding off. In the book, it goes further. In to the most insane shit I've ever read in a published book. It's genuinely insane crack fic level material.
Like WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THEY GET SAVED BY THE PIRATES FROM THE PRINCE'S SOLIDERS BUT HAVE TO LEAVE THE BOAT IN WHICH FEZZIK IS INCHARGE OF ROWING. HE ROWS THEM INTO A WHIRLPOOL WHICH IS WHEN WESTLEY SPEAKS UP AND SAYS THAT THEY HAVE TO SWIM THROUGH THE WHIRLPOOL TO GET TO AN INASSECIBLE ISLAND WHERE THE PRINCE CANT FOLLOW. THIS HAPPENS AND THEN BUTTERCUP WHILE THEY ARE CHILLING ESSENTIALLY TURNS TO WESTLEY AND SAYS LETS HAVE SEX FINALLY. THAT SEX GETS BUTTERCUP PREGNANT WHICH ENDS UP LEADING TO A BIRTH WHERE THE BABY IS BACKWARDS AND TANGLED AND POTENTIAL WILL DIE ONLY FOR FEZZIK IS GET FUCKING POSSESSED AND SHOW UP AND DELIVERY THE BABY SAFELY. THEN THERES A TIME JUMP TO WHERE FEZZIK IS SAVING THE BABY AFTER SHE WAS KIDNAPPED AND HE JUMPS OFF A CLIFF TO SAVE HER AND THANKFULLY THEY SURVIVE BUT THATS WHERE THE BOOK FUCKING ENDS.
WHAT THE GENUIENE ACTUAL FUCK IS THIS BOOK. WHAT THE FUCK
#ive genuinely never lost my mind this hard over a book#how is this thing real#it gives like 1k words chaos crack fic vibes like the ones that are so silly its almost nonsensical#this is a published book from the 80s or 90s#what the fuck#im#like im absolutely here for silly world building and shit like that but not this#this will haunt me forever#i thought i was going to get a cheezy romantic story and maybe them settling down after the events but NO#I GOT LITERAL INSANITY#WHAT THE GENUINE FUCK#i wanted a quick fun read before jumping into another large fantasy series thats all i wanted#princess bride#the princess bride#the princess bride book#(also if you have read this far and are okay with spoilers mortal engines pissed me off because the author literally kills everyone but the#two main characters in literally the last 10-15 pages. that was a book i threw across the room after finishing)
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The Blacklist is the funniest possible show the insane conspiracy theory-ridden alt-right could’ve latched onto but it’s also not very funny is it. Yet still fascinating how a particular group can obsess over something without understanding it at all
#I think of everything the writers did to the last couple seasons that’s the one thing I’ll never forgive#because instead of doing something bold and undeniable and telling transphobes to go fuck themselves#they just sort of quietly wink wink nodded at the truth#every day of my life I have to see nutjobs on twitter say tHe BLaCkLiSt iS tRuEeeEee#(re: the secret evil elites controlling our world thing)#and they have absolutely no awareness of what was actually said#I read a very apt analysis that noted how the political landscape changed (and regressed) from 2013 to 2023#so the end they perhaps imagined at the start of the show was… less likely to be well received by season 10#I think sadly that make sense but like. cowards.#disappointing. @ everyone involved including yes the person who was MOST involved
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I see people thinking kazuki and rei's relationship back-tracked in the epilogue, but I didn't see it that way at all personally. the only (shown) photos taken with all three of them prior to the epilogue one are either ones where rei's body language is stiff (my man's so ace and autistic coded love that for him) - AKA the field day and christmas photos - or are less physically intimate like miri's middle school photo. not only that, but most photos shown on the board are more candid photos like the beach and rei + miri sleeping photos rather than family selfies. because of this it feels realistic that kazuki and rei wouldn't immediately go for a hug for a family photo or something along those lines, and the hesitance more-so comes from a place of just generally not being used to posing for family photos still. but despite everything, kazuki does pull rei in close, and while rei's used to kazuki dragging him everywhere, he usually looks much more annoyed/dismayed when he does so. here, rei has the most relaxed smile we've seen in a family picture, and kazuki and rei are more physically close/touchy without miri being in the middle for once. I see that as a clear sign of growth and love in their relationship rather than regression. (honestly, in general, their reactions feel realistic to me personally bc I'm someone who's really close with my family, but both me and my brother often still feel awkward about taking photos HDKFG)
#buddy daddies#also unrelated but yes they can be queer-platonic or gay or still pining or in denial after 10 years#the sky's the limit baby#but no matter what they are partners... 🥺#but yea I absolutely loved the finale even if it wasn't perfect but I saw people bringing this up but it was an odd perspective to me#have no idea if anyone will read this its probably a mess cause i weote this sleepily in bed but wanted to get these thoughts out#wouldve provided pictures but m tired#buddy daddies spoilers#spoilers
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As a reader of SL raganarok i can tell you, that is not SL ragnarok
#THE MANHWA CHANGED SO DRASTICALLY WHAT THE FAC#WHO IS THIS#WHO ARE YOU#THIS AINT EVEN MY SUHO.... okay actually i take back he is absolutely a meme in the LN as well#Anyways#DID THEY NOT READ THE LIGHT NOVEL AT AL WHILE MAKING THIS???#WHY IS HE DEAD#love the art btw 10/10 but when I said (in ded account) that every solo leveling story is its own world#I DIDNT MEAN IT THAT LITERALLY#solo leveling#solo leveling ragnarok#Yess ill do the essay on differences cuz it needs it so badly#Solo leveling ragnarok#sung suho#The story still follows the same plot points and i swear moves wayyyytoo fast from very important details#While also adding details that were never mentioned in the rag ln so OK
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my nelvas and moraak thought crumblets
#text#eaaaaaaaaaasy Peasy#actually i'm upset now because i had to read at least some things m*raak says during DB quest and omfggggg the absolute snoozefest that is#- his character i'm actually knocked out and drooling on my pillow#the fact that he has fans is solely bc he's pushed to the forefront as the big bad. cus he has goldfish IQ and idk.. personality of -#- some pebbles in reality#the only good thing to come out of his existence is The sexxxxxxy ass fact that mora protected him (and then decided to marinate him)#i think he falls flat badly just cause he doesn't have something to fall back on; idk how to describe it tho#i think making the Big Bad the character who is 5000+ but was dormant and useless all the time is um..... it was a choice#idk what's up with him but his character doesn't even have the value it should theoretically#Nah that's crazy bc why does t*lvas have a more interesting personality from like 10 voicelines than that abortion#but i'm not mad cus t*lvas is superior to every other character on that island like i mean it#mostly cus he bounces off n*loth's personality really well. to Me#this might just be my personal bias tho bc i do only like characters that are down-to-earth and 'normal people' more than the ones that r -#- very overblown to the point where they're just marvel villains#i would rather lsiten to some working class elf serving dinner at a political gathering than to anything m*raak has to whine about#i remember saying the same things about m*raak like 2 years ago when i didn't talk much and someone pointed me to a mod or smth and -#- like 🤦♀️ no offense but maybe i will actually take whatever happened in canon over the shakespearian Dookie the fans will be writing -#- about him#i think there's no point in building a bigger and impactful backstory or motives to him if in canon he was meant to be ass#'meant' as in it turned out to be ass#cus i don't actually believe sk*rim characters are rly that much very 'Badly written' really.. and there are things to dig out of what -#- a character has#and if one of them has nothing pleaselet him die . No i'm jk
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so! so the thing is- often there'll be just fluff or just angst in any form of media fanart fanfic etc and i just think i mean
you cant really have one without the other? angst doesnt work unless you have a little bit of fluff mixed in, even if its just imagining or memories or dreams
and fluff just tastes so much sweeter after you've read like 20 chapters of angst you know what i mean?? just like-
angst and fluff mix so well and are just so TASTY together you have agnst and then you have fluff and just- MWAH these are the fics and art that just make me internally combust *cough closer to another shore cough*
#felix and his rants#lmao dk what to tag this#ig i was thinking about scarian while writing it#cuz i read a really good fic the other day abt them#closer to another shore as previously mentioned#i would absolutely recommend 10/10#so uh#desert duo#scarian#and that will be all ty
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Books Read in 2024:
Little Mushroom: Judgement Day by Shisi (2022)
The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System Vol. 1 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (2021)
The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System Vol. 2 by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (2022)
The Musician and the Monster by Jenya Keefe (2019)
A Deceptive Alliance by Sydney Blackburn (2018)
Cinder by Marissa Meyer (2012)
Claimed by the Orc Prince by Lionel Hart (2022)
The Witch King by H.E. Edgmon (2021)
The Disabled Tyrant's Beloved Pet Fish Vol. 2 by Xue Shan Fei Hu (2024)
[ID: Covers of the aforementioned books. End ID.]
#2024media#gigi.txt#okay so little mushroom is a post apocalyptic danmei abt a human and a mushroom and its so fucking good. im reading vol 2 rn.#its introspective and gorgeous and i love the worldbuilding and wahhhhh#scum villain! i have my hands on all the physical eng copies so im rereading also bc im doing an svsss big bang uwu#the musician and the monster is like. a mlm book abt well exactly what it says and i was actually fucking SO ABSORBED?#i read it in one sitting it was so fucking good. deceptive alliance was an mlm book ft. a guy disguising as his sister w/ arranged marriage#and it was. it was a book. idk. learned that romance novellas are not for me bc way too short i love identity shit but nah.#cinder is a YA book that i remember seeing as a kid but the cover put me off and tbh im kinda mad abt it bc i wouldve ATE THIS UP#as a teenager. like its solid now but holy shit i wouldve been all over it. mc is a cyborg in like fantasy future china and there are alien#that live on the moon and its all fairy tale retellings in this setting and im enamoured. gonna read the rest#orc prince was the elf self lubing assholes book idk if i need 2 say more honestly#i hated hated hated the worldbuilding in the witch king and how the trans issues were framed and i DNF-ed it at like 25% of the way in#finally disabled tyrant continues 2 be absolutely insane fishy romance its just so bonkers every single time 10/10
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currently staring at my current big wip doc, specifically at my wu youxuan/chen liwei cnovel offshoot, because. look. sometimes, you (me) are impatient. sometimes, you (still me) are not in the mood for writing buildup. what if you (astonishingly enough, still me) skip ahead to the point where they're already in a relationship. what about that point, huh.
...this is the state of mind in which fluff fics originate from, huh.
#liz rants#this point of a story usually bores the shit out of me. at least when i read it#there have absolutely been times where i have stopped reading a story because. well.#i'm reading a romance. they've gotten together. we're done#like what more do you have to say. what now#it's not about the destination it's about the journey#it's not about the conclusion it's about the argument#but now i am focusing so much on this part in regards to these two OCs that i'm starting to find it ODD#i have even skipped my favorite part#which is the point where i visualize the official getting together scene 10 million times#i have maybe only thought about this 10 times#whereas i have spent significantly more time in the fluffy aftermath#i think this is because this is specifically a story where the fluffy aftermath is not the end#because one of the core tenants of this au was gangster/businessman and NEITHER of them are there yet hahaHA
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*blows a kiss somewhere in the general direction of the sky, and therefore space*
For HAL
#2001 a space odyssey#hal 9000#i finished reading the first book today#first things first: beautifully written book! absolute masterpiece! 10/10 highly recommend!#but also#i'm still tearing up thinking about the murder scene (which is what it was) even though i read it a day ago#it was Not any easier in written form. not at all. still Extremely painful.#i love him and i hate what happened to him#can't wait to start 2010 so i can see him alive and well again#(sidenote: last time me and my mum watched 2001 i genuinely did blow a kiss at hal without thinking about it...#it's cool though#my mum understands#i told her before the first time we watched it: 'listen i'm Absolutely gonna fall in love with hal'#(and she expected that from me anyway)#and so my very immediate falling in love has been no surprise to her whatsoever ALSMSLXNSNXN)
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...BIG FEELS AND BIG PLOT DEVELOPMENTS AT THE END OF THAT BOOK, HUH
#Tyto reads WoF#i know it's not the most pressing issue what with the vengeful ex-Queen and the murderous sister and all#but I still want to point out how alarming it is that the new crew are all going to be wearing seemingly radioactive rocks as jewelry now#Turtle please don't pick up strange rocks that give off their own heat for the love of all that's good#ANYWAY yeah what the actual frick is going on with Darkstalker huh. I genuinely do NOT know whether he's trustworthy or not#desperately lonely and unfairly demonized? absolutely. truly cares about Moon as a friend? I think so.#capable of integrating peacefully into modern dragon society without letting his own ego turn him into the monster he denies ever being?#....... 😬 remains to be seen#god and there's Scarlet's mysterious new accomplice(?) with the maddeningly vague physical description and also THE SCROLL(!!!!)#and i just realized we failed to get resolutions in this book for EITHER the vision of Turtle attacking Anemone OR#Flame's unique and frightening ability to sense and/or attack mindreaders????#where the HECK are we going with Flame I am going lowkey INSANE over him#ugh frick and Umber and Sora are both on the run too...!! this book is nearly as cliffhangery as Dark Secret#(though thankfully i prepared for this by checking the next book out ahead of time so i wouldn't have to wait LOL)#uhh buhh final thoughts before i force myself to go to sleep:#I love Moon and everything going on with her but I do feel like on some level it's even more of a slap in the face for poor Starflight#that the only tribe to get multiple POV characters in this first. like. extended arc(?) appears to be the NightWings#and Starflight himself doesn't get any of the tribe's unique defining features or abilities#i mean i guess the same is sort of true of Sunny and yes i know it was the POINT of book 4 that the tribe had no powers#but still idk it just feels like kicking the poor boy when he's already down. in addition to him literally getting beaten up again#(... now watch me be a total fool and the arc actually extends past book 8 or something making this point moot lol)#(I'm only assuming it ends at 8 bc that's where the previews in the back of the previous books have stopped)#EDIT: LOL yep turns out this arc does extend out to book 10 and the other POVs are Turtle and Qibli so I stand corrected.#that's what I get for nightblogging
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you know what. it's been a hot minute since I've enjoyed and outright despised the ending to a story in equal measure. fascinating sensations! I am grinding my teeth!
#A FUCKING NARRATIVE COP OUT IS WHAT THAT WAS. IT WAS ALSO WHAT I WOULDVE READ THE SHIT OUT OF AS A FIX IT FIC#I HATE THIS. IT'S ENDEARING! IM INFURIATED! I KIND OF GET IT? i have the entire thing downloaded and i will absolutely never#watch it again. good lord. i can't believe you threw out the impact of grief for a softer ending. i will never forgive youuuuuu#(writes down in my notebook 8/10 for a final rating)#we contain conflicting multitudes and brother i have not felt this conflicted since. ever. i have never felt more Conflicting Multitudes#since this show.#i need to watch something that didn't throw away the grief for a softer ending right now. but also go to bed probably#do a little writing. i was starting something inspired by a vague recollection of an absolutely terrible horror movie#which then reminded me that ive also seen a weird number of cannibal horror movies and im wondering if i can combine the two#(it was a Giant Snakes and Cannibalism double feature. i was. 13? truly a moment)
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