#this is not edited or beta-read dont come for me 😭

[fir3flytv]

Jason Todd can kill a man with his bare hands, but with you, they're as delicate as possible, like you're a porcelain doll, able to crack at the slightest touch. His fingers hover over your skin, a light as a feather you would think you were imagining things. He's cautious, carful, thoughtful. Everything else in his life has broke. Even him. But not you, never you. You can't. You're untouched. Perfect, never to do wrong. He worshipped you like a goddess, like you created heaven and earth. And you did.

You created his earth. His world. You were his heaven. When he died, he swore he saw you. You were his everything, his reason, his purpose, his love, his hope. He was so in love it hurt. Every look shared between you, his mind swirled with possibilities. He couldn't live if something happened to you because of him. He couldn't live without his world. It was an odd place to be stuck in. Scared of staying, scared of leaving. He kept his distance. Touches were never long. Lips ghost against yours. It's like he's never fully there. Every night, the cold side that was suppose to be his haunted you. It's hard to love a ghost. It's like being in love with a figment of your imagination. You find yourself questioning if he's even real. Every time he comes home, he proves to you that he is. That brought upon its own set of questions, heart crying out for more of what it was deprived. Were you not enough reason to stay? Were you not enough? Was he yours like you were his?

You felt like the moon, forever revolving around the Earth, compelled to, even. Always at a safe distance, longing for more. That is, until one night. He comes home, smashing his helmet to the wall. The landlord won't like that, but a problem for another day. Without thinking he crashes into your arms, head buried into your chest. The Earth crashed into the moon. Hell will follow, you both knew that. But it didn't matter. You had him. He had you. that was enough.

[csainz5]

LATE NIGHTS || cs #55

pairing: carlos sainz x reader

summary: late night drives with carlos never disappoint.

word count: didnt beta read yet so 🤦🏻‍♀️

author notes: this post was inspired by this edit by @allsainz on insta 🫶 wrote this in a hurry bc exams (again) so hope you guys like it!!

warnings: literally none maybe driving? is that even supposed to be a warning 😭 anyways.

the nights are for the young and bold. and young and bold you were. dark skies paired well with speed, afterall. and speed mixed with carlos was a high you couldn’t get enough of. to others, it may just seem like a plain old drive around the city, but being the one beside carlos as the city seemed to move on from underneath you , you beg to differ.

its a simple old tradition, one that you invented as teens. you vowed on the day that carlos got into f1 that everytime carlos revisited madrid, you would go on a late night drive. it involved meeting up at 11pm, after the sun had long set, the world quieting down around you. The soft hum of the engine was the only sound that broke the stillness of the night. Carlos would flash you his signature grin as you hopped into the passenger seat, a knowing look in his eyes. god. you could never get tired of this.

the cars engine roars to life, and you cruised through the city's empty streets, the occasional streetlights being the only streak of light you see. the two of you would talk about anything and everything – from racing strategies to childhood memories, and even the stars that twinkled above. anything, really. talking with carlos always was simple. you could get lost in the silliest of topics and speak for hours on the end, but it would only feel like a mere minute passed by.

“i just love how the world looks different at night," he would say, his eyes locked on the road but his heart clearly lost in the beauty of the surroundings. "It's like we're in our own little universe, just you and me."

and you couldn't agree more. the thrill of the speed combined with the intimacy of the shared moments made these drives unforgettable. the wind would tousle your hair, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as you laughed and talked with Carlos, the world outside your bubble seemingly forgotten.

he would occasionally reach over to adjust the radio, the music's melody perfectly complementing the rhythm of the journey. sometimes, he would even serenade you with a few lines from his favorite songs, his voice as smooth as his driving. It was in these moments that you realized just how much he loved these late-night escapades. a song plays, and he starts humming along the lines.

and it goes like this

he stops the car by a drive in, ordering your meal before you even get to say it “ two burgers, curly fries & a coke” “coming right up” “you memorised my order?” “oh shut up youve been ordering the exact same thing since we were 15” the air flows through your hair, and its like its the prettiest sight hes ever seen. the soft light the moon cast on your face, with your flowing hair and that bright smile he couldnt get enough of? he could swear youre aphrodite herself.

get in your car

& you’ll lean to kiss me

he stops by a secluded space, The engine would purr to a stop, and for a few moments, neither of you would say a word, savoring the moments these drives give you. he opens the hood of his covertible and sets up a space for you both in the back seat. the cold winds run through your hair and carlos swears he's never seen a prettier sight. the soft moonlight, hair cruising through the winds, everything was just perfect for him.

“okay i know this is super random but like, whats adventure for you?” “These late-night drives with you are my favorite kind of adventure," Carlos says, his voice a mixture of fondness and sincerity. “oh dont be cliche now carlos” “im serious” he says, putting his hands up as if hes surrendering. “what about you?” he asks. "Mine too, these moments are when we truly get to spend together and they just make me feel so happy” your eyes meet his and you know exactly what is about to happen as he cups your face, pulling you closer to him. he pulls you in by your waist and it feels like youre one with him, body and mind.

we’ll talk for hours

& lie on the backseat

and at a point, you just look up at the sky, staring fondly as the stars glimmer. his hands are wrapped around you and it all just feels unreal. it always does, even if its the same, theres a feeling there that you know you could never experience elsewhere. by now its already the waking hours for most, but for the rest, its the moments of the day that end up as memories.

[si11yw0rm]

Day 2 (Face Fucking/M Rec. x Miguel O' Hara)

blurb: your boyfriend invited you for lunch at his office because he is stressed, and you decide to help him out. (it's not assistant x boss)

reader is a sub/brat afab and has being dating Miguel for 10+ months (no use of y/n)

tags: oral (m rec.), dirty talk (praise and degradation), semi public (on couch inside his office. you dont take off your clothes.), swallowing, hair pulling, Miguel whimpers (i cant help it, i am sorry), you don't get caught. use of little spider, baby, and love.

again, mdni.

no beta read (ignore the mistakes i would correct them when i wake up lol) and again no word count, idk. i am barely awake as is. (LMAOOOO, i am sane dw)

edit: i took my partner's advice and went to bed. i am however ready to start. i slept for four hours. so not good, but i am used to that.

edit:i am sorry. i actually forgot😭i had a shit ton on my schedule too

fanart credit to artist!

Miguel had his head across your lap, and you were playing with his hair. His eyes were closed, but you knew he wasn't sleeping. You had just finished lunch, picking up some empanadas from the cafeteria for him.

You knew whatever was stressing him out was really bad when he didn't eat any of them. "Miggy."

He made a grumbling sound of acknowledgement, his hands lifting to guide your hands to the hair closer to his forehead.

It wasn't a secret that the head of the spider society had trauma of his own, though it had taken a while for him to open up to you and let you past that hard shell to see the inner still grumpy but soft bear inside him.

Still, he rarely talked unless it was necessary.

Or when he was shouting Spanish curse words at recruits who messed up.

"Miggy." You said again, this time tugging on his hair until he cursed, his eyes opening.

"Yes, baby?"

"You are so tense." You whispered, running your hands through his hair, sliding your hands down the side of his chin.

He sighed, his eyes fluttering close before his hands come up in his hair to link with yours.

"It's work. Jess brought in a new batch, and they are causing unnecessary problems. And that fucking anomaly in the..." He trailed off, cursing off and sighing.

You noticed his claws had come out and you take his hands in yours, pressing into his palm to watch them softly retract into the pads of his fingers.

"I could help you destress."

Miguel always said no whenever you asked because he was afraid he would hurt you with how big he was. But you wanted him to.

If he understood what you meant, he didn't show it. But you knew he did.

He laughed instead, his eyes still closed as you press against his palm again. "You do enough just being here, little spider."

You bit your lip, dropping his hand. "That's not what I meant by destress."

Miguel's eyes snapped open and the lust that burned in them before the blanket came on had you smirking. You had always known that he wanted it too.

"Baby..."

"I want to, Miggy. Please." You slid your hands into the small spot behnd his ear and he groaned, his hips already lifting off the couch.

"I am going to hurt you." He was getting off your lap now, and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

"I can handle it." You said, sliding your hands over his chest.

Miguel shook his head, pinning your hands to his chest. "Mi vida, you don't understand. I barely control myself with you as it is."

One hand slid up your chest, before sweeping across your throat and his finger tugged your lips down.

"If I hurt you, I would never be able to live with myself, baby." You saw the unposken trauma in his eyes, one that you knew stemmed from his backstory.

You wished you could cover him and protect him from what he had gone through, and you grabbed his hand, wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

"Miguel."

He stared at you, his eyes running over every feature of your face before he sighed, snaking his hand up higher to grab the back of your head.

"On one condition."

"Anything."

"You tell me if it gets too much." You thought of protesting, but the look he pinned you with made your mouth snap shut and you nodded.

"Dios, you really want to do this." He muttered as you got off the couch, sliding to your knees in front of him.

He slipped his hands in your hair, and laughed, before grabbing your hands at his belt buckle. "Slowly, baby."

"Sorry." You whispered, even though you weren't sorry at all.

He stared at you, before dropping those eyes to your lips. "You remember your promise?"

You nodded and he let go of your hands, and you started undoing his belt buckle, keeping your eyes on your hands. You could feel his eyes burning a hole at the top of your head.

You finally got it free, and you pushed it aside to reveal his black briefs, the one you had helped him pick when you went shopping last week.

"Take me out." His voice had gotten that bedroom tilt, the one it always got whenever you were both about to lose yourselves in each other.

But you could also hear the shake behind it.

You could still feel how tight his body was strung up, and you let your eyes lift up to meet his, and you straightened, and he brought his lips down to meet yours.

He sighed when your lips met, and his hands cup your face, pulling you into him. "I could never get over this."

His tongue swept over your bottom lip, and you wordlessly opened your lips in invitation. His hands moved to your neck, not choking or squeezing, just holding you in place.

"Christ, you drive me insane, baby."

He traced the line of your jaw, his lips making a path upward toward your nose, before coming down to kiss your neck again.

It was muscle memory that made you roll your neck to the side to allow him better access, and Miguel took full advantage, leaving a litter of hickeys on your neck.

The skin of your neck was getting warm beneath his breath and lips, and the burning twisting sensation inside you started spreading, building into a bundle in your core where it gathered and grew with each brush of his lips.

A small, soft moan escaped your lips and Miguel hissed, pulling away to stare at you. "Dios mío, nunca podría cansarme de mirarte así."

You barely understood what he was saying, but you didn't need to. The look in his eyes were enough words.

"Be a good girl and take me out."

You slipped yours hands into his boxers, tugging it down as his hips lifted off the couch. He was already obscenely hard, and you could have sworn your mouth watered.

He was thick, long and curved in a way that made you remember how well he hit the spots inside you and make you break apart.

"If you are going to keep staring at me like that, I am not responsible for my actions." He muttered, his tone careful as if he was afraid to set you off.

"You are beautiful." You whispered and lifted your eyes in time to see him blush, and he lifted one hand to cover his face.

You took that opportunity to ease him into your mouth, and Miguel swore, both hands dropping to grip your hair and you could feel the sharp ting of his claws.

You groaned, and you felt them retract, but before you could complain he started talking.

"You have no idea how amazing your mouth feels right now, little spider." He groaned as you ease him more into your throat, breathing slowly through your nose.

"Baby, you need..." You ignored him, easing him further down and lifting your hands to softly grip his balls.

Miguel made a weird noise in the back of his throat, and you bit back a grin, moving backwards before swirling your tongue over and around the smooth head.

You couldn't help yourself as you looked up at him, and he had his hands over his face, and you could tell he was holding himself back, so you jerked forward until you gagged and he let out a string of Spanish curses.

“Yes, Christ, you are perfect.” he whispered and his eyes snapped open and he looked at you, the pride you saw there made its way down your spine.

“Just like that, baby.”

His hand climbed its way into your hair and he stared at you, halting your movements. “You want more, baby? You want me to take over?”

Miguel's iris's were red, and his hair was falling over his face as he leaned forward, and you nodded.

You would take anything he gave you.

Using the grip he had on your hair, he pulled your head toward his hips, feeding his cock even deeper into your mouth.

It made your jaw ache, considering how big he was and how little you had taken in before, but you didn't feel nervous. Even though you had no control over how much he tried to shove in.

But Miguel went slowly at first, stopping when he hit the back of your throat and before hissing and pulling out again.

He waited for your nod before he did it again, and this time you leaned into it and tried to take him deeper. You knew when he breached the back of your throat, sliding in and you forced yourself to relax, breathing in through your nose.

Miguel whimpered, making a pained groan afterwards before running his other hand over your jaw and throat. “That feels fucking amazing, querida.”

His hand remained in your hair, easing your mouth into soft strokes, while you tried to focus on working your tongue along his dick.

It made you think you were a little sick to enjoy the way he was using your mouth, but you couldn't form a single thought as he thrust gently between your lips.

“Oh fuck. Yeah. Yeah, just like that. You are doing so good for me, baby.” His praise caused a fire to ignite in your belly, and he curled his fingers into your hair, effectively ruining your hair further.

You let him take control, and you could tell he was getting close when he let out a string of Spanish and gripped your hair so hard you actually lost you felt a twinge of pain shoot up your scalp.

You ignored his tugging, clearly telling you to get off if you didn't want his cum down your throat, but you ignored him, sucking harder while your hands snaked up to cup and caress his balls.

"Ah Dios."

You felt him shoot down your throat and his grip in your slacked as you lifted your eyes to see him rest his head against the couch.

"You like?" You asked, moving off him and helping him tuck himself back into his briefs.

Miguel's head lifted, his eyes dropping down to your lips and his thumb pulled it down. "Open."

You did, and it should be sick how the pride in his smile made your entire body lit up, but his hands slid over to rub that spot behind your ear and all your thoughts flew outside the window.

"My dirty little girl got what she wanted, didn't she?"

You nodded, smiling and dropping your eyes to his cock, which was already forming a bulge in his trousers. "Can I go again?"

"Oh no, love." His hands snaked under your arms, pulling you off the floor and onto his lap.

"Now? Now it's your turn."

You didn't argue.

[mandalhoerian]

last words on moth to a flame.

oh god i kept sleeping the whole day away on and off this fic really drained me and now i'm literally done with it i feel so empty. (if you dont know what im talking about, final part to ghost to its haunt is out)

like moth to a flame (as a series) is the first project i've completed EVER and i'm feeling so great (even though half of it was shameless porn) but also it's done now and idk what to do with myself hhhhh

no joke i've written a whole novel. the minimum words for a novel is 50K and:

It feels SO WILD.

Thank you so much for seeing this through with me, all the support and being patient with me as I scrambled to finish everything!

More blabbering thoughts below the cut for the final huzzah (i am giving this fic a send off after all. ur getting a huge author's note)

moth to a flame was the first leonxreader fic i'd written and no joke, my first smut too. looking back i was really writing it for ME lmao, practicing and playing around with leon's character and everything.

i am lucky to have it blow up this much (thanks to that one tiktok account who recommended fics you have my heart) because it t came out relatively early like right after re4r release. i received incredible comments on it. like PARAGRAPHS and whole essays picking it apart and appreciating the details and i never got around to answering any of that because i didn't feel deserving of that kind of praise. I've never gotten attention like that before and i felt unworthy of it? I didnt feel it was anything special, leon isnt a new character there are better works out there,

but i get that fics for re4r leon were being put out SLOWLY and mine just happened to be on the better side of the spectrum since i started working on it way before march when the remake came out and had months to revise and edit, so that's why it's much more superior to lamb to the slaughter and ghost to its haunt which are dopamine-fueled, weeks-old projects barely beta-read basically running on concentrated inspiration (and i've been dealing with cholecystitis for months waiting for surgery through it all. so it's really been a roller-coaster ride) 

to this day i have no idea why both ended up to be 25K words each dude 😭 i just wanted there to be a story i guess? like, when people said they wanted more in mtaf's comments i just wanted to deliver a decent plot and have a strong background on how the reader had ended up in a situation like that with leon, and things just branched out from there.

i took so much time on them because I FREAKED OUT over it being slightly popular. you guys know. lmao . its all i talked about on ltts notes BSDSJDS

by the time they came out though, attention and interest had fizzled out majorly, like, anons who were begging for a sequel did not come back after ltts dropped I CLEARLY remember (after getting what they wanted from me) AHAHAH but i did deliberately shoot myself in the leg with that one, i am AWFUL with expectations, so it was between "what the hell, let's go low-ER" and "let's go out with a bang"

i think i did get back on track A BIT with ghost to its haunt, but still, it's its own thing, you know? i did say it'd be a good ending, so it has a good ending... in moth to a flame standards.

this series ended up to be a choose your adventure type of story. it's up to you how it ends. if you like angst, just accept it ends with moth to a flame and reader and leon are done and go their separate ways. if you don't want to settle with that and want the story to continue, you have a dark romance with a doomed ending with lamb to the slaughter; and if you like a kinda hurt/comfort fluffy bittersweet conclusion instead, ghost to its haunt is for you.

So yeah. It's really over.

Thank you so much everyone. It's been a pleasure and a great couple of months. If you want to come talk to me in the asks or whatever about the series, you're more than welcome.

See you next time in potential new projects!

[sohnric]

11 15 and 30 for the tag game :DD

thank u for sending those in monmon!!! sorry for talking so much i love being pretentious

11. fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year ::

i havent written for many fandoms this year because i only opened this blog recently,, but i do have to mention weak hero class 1.... the fic isn't finished, i dont think it ever will be and i dont think it ever will see the light of the day even if i was to finish it, but it was the fic that brought me out of my months long writing block and what made me realize why i love and enjoy writing so much again o:) sieun and suho are really dear to me (I WONT LET THOSE TWO GO. NEVER.) and that wip is a source of comfort i reread every time i need it. other than that, i think it would be tbz, ofc 😋😋 its always really fun to write for the group im currently hyperfixating on LMAO 😭😭😭

15. something you learned this year ::

my dear friend miri @/satoruly taught me that i dont have to write in order or have everything written down exactly when i work on a fic and also made me realize that my first draft doesnt have to be the final draft. reading a lot of her drafts made me realize i can use my first language when i cant find the right word in english, i can use placeholders as [verb] [X] [word] when i cant think of the exact thing i wanna say, i can skip scenes and come back to them later when im in the mood to write them. i think it helped me feel more free when writing and it also made me feel less stuck, which made the whole process less restricting and also faster :) i can always fix those when editing, after all.

my friend @csenke also taught me that having someone beta your work doesnt have to be as scary and that its actually quite fun and encouraging :p

also i am still trying to learn how to love my work no matter what and stop comparing myself so much to others. sometimes im still insecure, but i am working on it one day and one fic at a time <33

30. favorite fandom to read fic from this year ::

the boyz,, obviously.... but also the amount of sieun x suho fics ive read on ao3 is truly concerning and i still think abt my favorite whc1 fics every single day.... oh also i had a phase in like november where i was really into dramione fanfic ?? 😭😭 not my proudest moment but the e2l was so delicious....

send me a fanfic end of the year ask!

[riewritten]

what do you do when inspiration suddenly hits you? like do you just memorize it in ur head or note it somewhere or do u work on that idea immediately?? im very very curious about ur creative process PLEASE OVERSHARE because i believe there are things that are new to me. like you write and draw and it's amazing how tou do both! i'm more curious about ur writing process because i don't write much (nowadays i only journal or write diary entries, in the past i did write fanfictions but they're almost all oneshots or unplanned dropped after 2 or 3 chapters). (how) do you plan your storyline? do you consider yourself flexible (like are u comfortable with changing plans in a big project where one change could lead to other changes?). Do you beta read by yourself or is there anyone who does it? if you do it by yourself, what do you feel when re-reading your writings? i literally have sm questions but i don't wanna overwhelm you 😭😭😭 you don't need to answer if you don't want to, that's alright!!!

when u said i could overshare

for whenever the inspiration hits, i tend to start on it immediately. writing is such a mood booster for me and i'm in a low mood most of the time so i seize the moment whenever motivation comes :'D sometimes when i'm busy (let's say school/work) and a great idea pops in (usually in quote format), i just lay it down in my gdocs. for oneshots, 1 doc would suffice. for longfics, the docs per chapter are contained in a folder.

i don't think i'm great in fan arts (i just get the boost from those who draw well—like u!) so i'm glad you appreciate it as well <3

regarding my writing process, someone actually asked me about it before! but to generalize my answer there, i ponder on 3 things (plot, characterization, & chapter study). my first fic (and my first series in general) was dusk in the brightest. i worked on chapter study first: detailed sequence of events from C1-10, vague concept in 11-15, then the rest is just 2-3 sentences of how i want the story to end. the 2nd one, character study, was smth i learned from a professor in one of my subjects when i submitted a one-act play script to her and she heavily criticized my characterization (like so badly i still get jitters remembering it) 😭 since then, i've been very wary with getting things accurate and consistent with my characters. for my plot-heavy fics, that's what i'm most serious for.

i think my flexibility (i dont even think i got that) was v challenged during the last arc of DIB because i suddenly had a complete change of mind with the ending (exactly what u had mentioned: changes that would lead one thing to the other). it was def not comfortable but a great tip (i think) to work around it is that: go back to your earlier chapters, pick up the most random scenarios you had made, then come up with a reason why that random thing ensued. an example of executing it is how isayama worked around aot's first scene (child!eren crying & mikasa being the first one he sees) by connecting it to his last scene in the manga (ofc i wouldn't assume isayama just thought abt it midway. it's just with how he executed it).

i don't have lots of friends in this app so i usually do the revisions all by myself. i'm a type of author that releases chapters impulsively—i'd publish smth that i hadn't proofread yet, read it in the app, then just do all the editing there. i'll repeat the process until i finally get satisfied. i think it's easier for me to point out mistakes when i feel the urgency to do so (like omg i have to hurry in polishing this bc readers might click anytime soon 😭) though someone helped me change POVs (from 1st to 2nd) in DIB C1-13 and let me tell u that i never thought having someone help me beta read my work could bring me so much delight.

and pls don't worry about overwhelming me! using this app and dumping all my work here are literally what keeps me sane from the overwhelming things in my life atm. to have u appreciate it gives me joy & comfort. thats why i'd be honored to answer all of ur questions :'D

[daegall]

SENPAI I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS FOR YOU

(sorry i was too lazy to put in the questions so you have to ref on your own 😭)

6, 7, 13, 18, 19, 20, 21 and 29 ! heheheh i’m so interested

notice me senpai anon.... i love you. its okay LMAOOO i get lazy too <33

6. If you plan, what does your planning process look like?

A lot of my moots or writers i know go with the flow, but i like to thoroughly plan out my fic!! (scene one; bla bla and so on)

7. How would you describe your writing style?

Inspired by many of my favorite writers throughout the years!! If a certain scene/dialogue had a big impact on me then i would def have the concept of it imprinted in my mind and would naturally come to my writing.

Sometimes my own thing comes and i get so shocked with myself HAHA

13. Multichapter fics or one shots?

Both!!!! If it’s multichapter then that has many cliffhangers and lots to think about to the next chapter’s release and then the element of surprise!!!! Love it all the time

And one-shots that was long or very plottwisting is also very good, it’s one of those middle of the night reads to think about until the morning and it just leaves a great impression

18. Which is more difficult, the title or the summary?

It has to definitely be the title for me LMAO most come from inspiration from song titles, other fic titles, movies, ect. but summary is just,,, give a little snippet to them without telling them the whole fic yaknow HAHA

19. Do you have a beta reader?

JFNSJ believe it or not i dont!!!! i beta read my own stuff whcich is actually pretty bad because i should have other people’s opinions on my fic hmm

actually i was pretty scared of other people’s opinions idk :0 but after i came to kflixnet i got very familiar to beta reading and feel very comfortable for them to beta read my works!!!

20. Do you prefer to edit as you go, or once the piece is finished?

Edit as i go :’) wait actually now that i think of it i do both :00 but i do the latter like weeks after the work is published HAHA

21. Do you listen to music as you write?

Yes. Music is a definite must. If I don’t have music my writing just isnt my writing! Most of the songs are super soft nct dream angst hours orrr the songs hiro introduce to me :)

29. Best writing advice for other writers?

If you want advice, ask more experienced people!!!! I am not one to be asked i am the one asking HAHA I recommend asking from the big writers who write like poetry 👌