My library | and some things about me aswell hehe:
It's still quite small but I'm working on some things and figuring out Tumblr (and how it works for a creator) as I go. If you've got any tips, wanna send a request ooor maybe just want to talk obsessively about your favourite character please dm me:D
I am 23 and a latina woman living in Switzerland
I am queer. My perferences in gender and so on change constantly so I don't see a need for a more specific lable.
I've got adhd and have been diagnosed since I was nine years old
Been obsessed with all of the Oscar Isaac characters since I saw him in Moonknight.
Love Starwars and have a huge crush on Cassian Andor and wanna write some works for him aswell, I've just decided lol. If you've got any requests for him I'd love to hear em.
Was a huge Harry Potter fan...I still love the universe and it's characters BUT I do not stand with JK or any of her Transphobia.
I stand with Translives, Blacklives, and Peace
I have been dabbling in writing for about a year but I posted my first work in January 2024.
My Library
fluff*| smut+ |
Moonknight!System
Please * + | one-shot
Newly engaged with your hot boyfriend but you can't get close to him due to travelling back to your childhood home for an extended weekend...let's see how fun things can get.
Transfixed | Series | ongoing : * (and eventually +)
Part One | Part Two | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7
Summary: You're a woman who as been visiting the same library for all your life. One day a handsome new face comes walking in. That's the moment when the ball starts rolling and your entire life changes. Will you accept the new challanges coming your way...?
Steven Grant
Vanilla and lemon | drabble: +
Summary: You’re a vampire and are, once again, visiting the museum. But this time you forgot your blood-packs and cant seem to be able to leave. What’ll you do? Starve?…or help yourself to a bite of your favourite tour-guide…
more coming soon and I hope you stick around to see it<3
Laurent LeClaire x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 7: Thigh Riding
Summary: Laurent wants to paint, but he gets distracted so easily.
A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for betaing!
I'm just gonna gesture vaguely at this.
Warnings: kissing, thigh riding, Laurent being a little shit, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 1202
“A little to the left.” The smile in his voice is undeniable.
“Laurent.” You turn your head back to face him, scowling, and he just chuckles.
“To the left.” He says, sweet as can be as he lightly touches your jaw and tilts your head back and to the side in the angle he requires.
“This is ridiculous.” You repeat.
His laugh shakes you slightly from your position.
“I need the light,” he repeats his pitiful excuse, “this spot is perfect.”
“And why do I have to be sitting on your lap while you paint?”
“It’s not my lap, my love, it’s just one leg.” He tenses the muscle for emphasis.
“Laurent…”
He grins, leaning close and pressing his face to your neck and breathing deeply. “You only ever use my name when you’re annoyed.”
“I am annoyed.” You huff.
“Hmm,” his voice rumbles in his chest pleasantly. “I like it, the tone it gives you.”
You roll your eyes playfully. “Of course you do.”
When he sits back, he’s beaming wickedly, “I need to be close so that I don’t strain my poor eyes.” He gestures to himself with the end of his dry paintbrush. He hasn’t even put his canvas on his easel yet.
“You expect me to believe that?”
“The truth?” He bats his large brown eyes at you, the image of innocence.
You tut. “When have you ever told the truth?”
“All the time?” He mock gasps, one hand to his chest. “You think when I profess my love to you I’m lying?”
“I think-”
“That when I tell you I would gouge out my own eyes if I couldn’t look upon your face ever again?”
You can't help but laugh. “I think you’re dramatic. And,” he opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can speak. “And that you have a silver tongue,” You tap the tip of his nose lightly, “that you use to get your own way.”
He smirks. “Silver tongue is it?”
You watch him as his smile grows, trying to work out what wickedness he has in store.
“How about I show you and you can see?” He pokes out his tongue quickly and dives for you, wrapping one arm around your waist so that you can’t completely escape.
You burst into a fit of giggles, pressing one hand against his chest, the other to his forehead to stop him from licking you. “Laurent!”
“Alright, alright,” His grin doesn’t fade, but he moves back, settling into his seat. “I’ll behave, here look,” he picks up his canvas from the floor, still keeping one arm wrapped around you, and puts it on his easel. “I’m painting.”
You slowly lower your hands. “Of course you are.”
He smiles as he prepares his paints, making a bit of a show of it. After a few seconds you relax a little and move back into the position he’d asked of you, with your face turned towards the window.
The quiet grows comfortable as he begins to paint, the minutes ticking by. Every so often he lets you know with a soft word that you can move and you stretch and wiggle, taking a sip of water from the glass next to you before you get back into position.
You readjust yourself, rolling your shoulders ever so slightly as you sit, and Laurent lets out the smallest breath.
The sound is a little above nothing, and perhaps you would have ignored it if his fingers on your hip hadn’t tightened, if he hadn’t pushed then pulled you closer a fraction.
“Laurent-”
“Being this close to you is painful, you know that?” He mutters, his breath thick as he stares at the canvas. He’s pretending to paint, his brush not touching the surface.
“Why?” You ask softly, recognising the slight flush of his cheeks, the thickness to his voice.
“Because it is.” He bites his bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to…”
You stay quiet, giving him space to voice his desires.
“I want to…” he swallows as he puts his paintbrush down and fully takes hold of your waist with both hands. He tilts your hips gently, making you arch toward him before he pushes you back an inch on his leg.
You gasp, biting back a moan as the thick material of his trousers and warmth of his thigh run along your core.
Laurent groans, watching your face in awe. “That’s it, that’s what I want.”
He pulls you closer, angling you even more so that your clit fully rubs along him.
You whimper, grabbing hold of his shoulders, “Laurent,” your voice comes out so weak and desperate.
“Yes, that’s it,” he pushes you again, swallowing hard. “Move with me, my love, move with me, please.”
You do as he asks, your body following his wishes on autopilot as you rock and rub against the strong muscle of his thigh.
Pleasure sparks up your spine as your wetness seeps into your underwear making the drag against him all the more vivid.
You press your lips together, shuddering as he urges you to rock particularly slowly and firmly.
He tuts, taking his hand away from you so that he can press his thumb against your mouth. “Ah, none of that,” he breathes hard, sounding almost as wanton as you. “Let me hear you.”
He leans close, practically breathing in your air, rolling his hips in time with you as he gets caught up in your pleasure.
“You’re meant to be painting.” You pant.
“You’re meant to be coming.” He moans against your lips. “Want to see you, want to paint you in the throws of ecstasy.”
You want to bite back at him with a sharp comment, but your mind has turned to mush. All your possible thoughts are consumed with how his body feels against yours.
Your fingers dig into his shirt, screwing up the fabric as you grind.
Your breathing comes out in short gasps, your legs shaking as your stomach muscles clench the closer you're pushed to the edge.
“Please,” falls from your lips in a whimper and Laurent groans desperately.
“Please what, my love? Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll give you everything your heart desires.”
You gasp, close to sobbing as he helps you to move faster, bliss so close that it colours the edge of your vision.
“Oh, god,” Laurent groans, his voice deep and strained, “I could, could come like this, watching you, feeling how warm you are against my skin.”
You whine, your back arching as his words push you over the edge. Pleasure runs through you as you ride out the wave.
You gasp out his name, collapsing into his waiting embrace, breathing heavily.
He kisses your temple, holding you close as you recover from the strength of your orgasm.
You can feel his erection straining against his trousers.
As you sit up, mouth open about to speak, he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. He kisses you hungrily, slipping his tongue into your mouth and groaning when you reciprocate.
When you break away for air he grins, “I think we should see what other things this silver tongue of mine can do?”
Bimbo!reader after your hookup you and Emo!Choso were quick to become absolutely obsessed with each other, and soon got into a relationship.
The two of you are already walking around, holding hands on campus, and making him sit at your lunch table with your friends. Your friends marvel at the two of you, the two of you who are so different, paired together like you guys have been for years. It also didn’t help that, when your friends first met Emo!Choso, they presumably think he’s scary-looking. But in reality is a sweetie. As he warms up he’s incredibly nice to your friends and always offers to give you and your friends rides if needed. On the other hand, his intimidating looks did help at times.
Emo! Choso who acts as your scary buff tattooed dog, warding off anyone who you don’t want talking to you. Choso naturally looked either pissed off, or tired, or both, which made people anxious to go up to him or talk to him. With him, people were less interested in saying what they wanted to about your slutty outfits with him around, or making jokes about how you were dumb. At parties, if any guy came up to you, trying to dance, or flirt he’d simply grab you and pull you to him. Immediately the guy warding off, seeing that you were Choso’s.
Emo! Choso who’s really quiet and usually lets you do all the talking, letting you drag him around everywhere and just let you talk to whoever, while he stands there holding your hand, watching you admiringly the whole time.
Emo!choso who absolutely adores you. He thinks you’re incredibly nice and outgoing, something he really admires in you, especially for such a quiet guy like him. Who listens to every word you say, and anything you babble on about, hanging on to every word. Who truly thinks you’re the best thing to come into his life. Pink, glimmer, sparkles, and all. And of course, he thinks you’re the prettiest and hottest girl he’s ever fucking seen in his life. Even back in class when you were just flirting with him, and he still hadn’t picked up the hints he thought that. Thinking about what he’d do to get you as his girl. No matter how much time passes he still can’t believe he gets to call you his girlfriend.
Emo!Choso who lets you color in his tattoos with makeup or washable markers. Coloring in the black inky lines on his body, making his whole body an open coloring book for your enjoyment.
Emo! Choso who lets you play on his guitar and video games. Sitting behind you as you hold his electric guitar in your hand. Carefully placing your fingers where they need to go, teaching you a few chords, and strumming patterns here and there. Letting you play his video games, and teaching you the controls and lore behind his favorite games. Helping you at levels you can’t get, and even buying some cute girly games you like just for you to play on his PC.
Emo!Choso who pays the fuck attention to details. How you do your makeup. How your moods change. The brands you buy from. The little habits and knacks you have. The clothes you wear. Your drink order. Your messy schedule that changes a million times due to your unorganized and undisciplined behavior. Choso who doesn’t even realize how much your life he adapts to, and memorizes like the back of his hand, it’s like second nature. Making your heart swell every time he surprises you with your drink from your favorite place, made exactly right. Or when he gifts you a piece of clothing or accessories from your favorite authentic Y2K/ Mcbling brand that costs a fortune to get. Or when you keep changing plans and he follows right along. It makes you love him even more.
Emo!Choso who lets you drag him to dead stock and thrift stores, being used as a coat rack, and carrying all your possessions. While also serving as a judge to each piece of clothing you try on, he really isn’t great since he thinks everything looks good on you (it does).
Emo!choso, who in return drags you to concerts for his fav emo and alternative artists, letting you do his makeup in smudgy eyeliner and black eyeshadow. Holding tight to you at the concert, making sure no one gets too close into your space while you both try to enjoy the show.
Emo! Choso who lets you pick out his next piercing and tattoo. Always with you occupying him as he gets them done with you sitting in the chair nearby, looking all pretty, making the hours ease by as the needle dips into his skin. Who also gets nipple piercings so he can match yours, trading jewelry, and once letting you put your pink nipple jewelry in his.
Emo!Choso who loves your style. Cut off crop tops, tiny miniskirts, g-strings, and thongs that you have rest on your hips, purposefully displayed as an accessory. He especially likes the real slutty fits you wear out, giving him a perfect view of your ass and tits. Choso who after a while has to take you to the car, into the back seat. Hiking up your crop top to watch those tits bounce, while pushing up your miniskirt, and pulling your thong to the side so you can ride him. Getting your juices all over his leather seats and fogging up the car windows as you bounce on his cock like a dumb whore. Pussy greedily slurping him up. And after he’ll cum inside you and pull your panties back up, making you sit in your mess as he drives back home and you squirming in your seat.
Emo!Choso whose favorite thing is you riding him. You just rocking your hips and bouncing on him, using him for your own pleasure as he sits back and takes it. He loves it when he can just be a good boy for you and let himself be a toy for you to use and play with. Milking his cock of all his cum, overstimulating him after he’s came multiple times. Twitching and shaking with each bounce, ass hitting against his pelvis. Shooting blanks from how much he’s came. God, he’s just so perfect.
Emo!Choso who also loves to bend you over and fuck you from behind, turning you into a fucked out whore on his big dick. Or lying you down all sweetly, making eye contact, and holding your hands as you hiccup and cry from how good it feels. Muttering sweet nothings in your ear with m, “oh that’s my sweet girl,” “so good baby, yeah take this dick ah-fuck yes,” “poor baby all fucked out, is it too much?” he says with honest sympathy and care in his voice. So sweet and dominating.
Emo!Choso who lets you experiment on him. Trying new positions, kinks, toys, etc. Who’s fairly open to anything and lets you use him like your own personal experiment. Letting you use your vibrator on him. Stuffing your panties into his mouth. Putting a collar on him and attaching a leash, while calling him your ‘dog’ or ‘puppy.’ Tying him up and teasing his cock with all your holes, preventing him from cumming.
Bimbo!reader who also lets Choso experiment with your body just as much. Putting a butt plug in your ass before going out. Making sex tapes, so he can watch and jerk off to them later. Letting him cockwarm you for hours, and falling asleep with it in. Buying you toys so he can watch as you try them out and fuck yourself with them. Letting his best friend, Emo!Suguru fuck your sweet pussy while he fucks your face.
Emo!Choso who needs you pussy like water at times, begging to eat it, so he can get through the day, or needing it after a long day of lectures, and it’s the only thing that can bring him any comfort. It’s like a haven for him as he slurps up your juices like a man starved. Holding and squeezing your waist, stuffing his face full of you to drown himself in. Sometimes having to force him to let up, so he can breathe and not suffocate. He just gets so pussy drunk on your addictive pussy. He swears it’s like drugs.
Bimbo!reader who loooves sucking his cock. Feeling those metal piercings rest cool on your tongue and deep throating his big cock down to the back of your throat. Smacking the tip on your tongue as you look up at him, giggling and smiling with the brightest look in your eyes. Sometimes even just popping his cock in your mouth when you feel bored while you’re watching TV or on your phone.
Speaking of those dick piercings. You love when he’s inside you fucking you with those thick metal balls, pressing and gliding against your walls. Making you feel all fuzzy inside from how they feel in your slippery walls. Like little sensory points knocking at each hilt, finding the little nerves inside you that you didn’t know could be hit. And bringing you to climax harder than any other cock has, soaking those black metal piercings with your creamy cum.
Emo!Choso and Bimbo!reader who are so incredibly freaked out, but are inseparable. The true other halves to each other.
you ever read one of your old fics and think "damn past self. you went hard on that one. i'm so proud of you." while simultaneously thinking "future self got to get their shit together and actually write something, i mean come on now."
Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again
*this is not to shame anybody. if you used to use chatgpt in the past but have stopped, kudos to you, this post still includes you. if you are still using chatgpt, then I guess I can’t stop you — but if you ever decide to stop using it in the future, you may then claim your star too
The Germans really cooked making "Hobbyless behaviour" an insult. It is both devastating, applicable to a wide range of people and behaviours, and doesn't resort to swearing.
Man ranting on the internet about the Superbowl halftime show or complaining that something is "woke"? Hobbyless Behaviour. Girls mocking another girl for not looking right? Hobbyless Behaviour. Mindless vandalism? Hobbyless Behaviour.
It is more powerful than "get a life" or the English "You're Sad" because it gets to the central point of the matter, and that is wonderful. Danke, Deutsch.
I've seen a lot of ff writers apologize for their fic being "self-indulgent" which baffles me cause like is that not the entire concept of fanfiction?????
SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, "FANFICTION IS SUPPOSED TO BE SELF-INDULGENT"
sending love, support and appreciation to Archive of Our Own and all of their volunteers for everything they have been doing for the site, writers, artists, fans, readers, fandoms, everything. they deserve all the praise ♡
What I love about a rewatch is that things I just took for granted before become so much more valuable and sentimental now because ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT IT WAS MARC WHO SENT STEVEN POSTCARDS??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭
And the number that he's calling? Do you imagine that maybe Marc sometimes listens to voicemails and smiles sadly to himself, hearing Steven's opinions and dreams and loneliness??? 😭😭😭😭
And Gus is basically Steven right, we know that, stuck in his fish tank alone with no other fish for company. But this line just makes things even sadder. He'd love to live a more adventurous life but he can't because so many parts of his life and his memories are missing. Marc kept him isolated to protect him 😭
(And that's why in the last episode we got 2 fishes for him and Marc but that's a different story because we ain't getting a season 2 idk 😭)
this is unbelievably relatable😭😭 i thought there were rumours for a new season but that was back in 2025 and idk what the sitch is on a new season but i NEED IT😩😭
