#cupids bindings

[heartmush]

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[applepies-and-starlight]

A couple of Ishmael centric fic bits before i pass out because it's 3am rn

[katfreaks-hidyhole]

[cupidhoons]

UPSIDE DOWN KISS — LHS

in which . . . you give the masked hero a kiss — lhs x f! reader ୨୧ spiderman! au wc 1.2k+ ・ w general warnings, reader gets harassed in the beginning + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

A/N 💌 haayyyy cupids >< i'm finally rewriting my old works 😛 i hope u guys are enjoying my writing and activity again because i sure am 🎀 i'll try my best to keep up my activity but i cant promise that bc of school (boooo)

THE RAIN WAS POURING down in icy sheets, seeping through your clothes and clinging to your skin. Every drop sent a shiver through your body, but you barely noticed. Not when your lips were pressed against his. The red mask was pulled up just enough to expose his mouth, hiding the rest of his face and keeping his identity a mystery. But right now, that didn’t matter. Right now, all you cared about was this moment, your kiss with Spider-Man.

This was supposed to be a simple thank you after he'd saved your life—not once, but twice. You’d seen his heroics from afar, sure, but never expected to be on the receiving end of them. The first time was during a late-night convenience store robbery. You’d been in the back aisle, crouching down, heart racing, hoping to avoid the attention of the armed men. But then, Spider-Man had appeared, his voice calm, almost amused, as he talked the robbers down.

“What a bunch of idiots…” Heeseung muttered, walking past where you were hiding. The moment he spotted you, he stopped, extending a hand and offering you a comforting smile beneath his mask.

“It’s safe now, y’know?” he said, his voice gentle yet confident. You took his hand, still in a daze, barely able to stammer out a “Thank you, Spider-Man.” He laughed softly, his tone light.

“It’s no problem, really,” he said with a shrug. “Just doing my job.”

The second time, though—that had been different. More intense. Just minutes ago, you were walking home alone after a late study session, cutting through the back alley to save time. You knew it wasn’t the safest route, but it was faster. That decision nearly got you in serious trouble.

“Hey, you!” a voice called from behind, making you turn in fear. You saw two men approaching, their expressions twisted with something sinister. “Such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” another sneered, stepping closer. You tried to ignore them, quickening your pace, but they were relentless. One grabbed your arm, and the other reached for your purse, their hands cold and unrelenting.

“Get off of me!” you screamed, struggling against their grasp. The night air echoed with your cries until another voice sliced through.

“Didn’t you hear the lady? Get off of her!” Heeseung's voice rang, strong and authoritative. The men froze, their eyes widening before they tried to flee, but they didn’t get far. He shot webs at their wrists and ankles, tangling them in place.

He looked down at you from above, his expression hidden but his presence comforting. “Sorry you had to deal with that,” he said, his voice softer as he checked on you. You giggled, glancing at the two men struggling in their webbed binds before looking up at him through the rain.

“Thank you, Spider-Man!” you called up to him with a smile.

“Of course,” he replied. He sounded like he was smiling, too.

Your heart pounded as you called, “Why don’t you come down here? So I can properly show my gratitude!”

Heeseung hesitated, but before he could overthink it, his hands moved, lowering himself toward you. Suddenly, he was inches away, hanging upside down, his face close enough that you could see the outline of his jaw beneath the mask. Raindrops slid down his suit, mixing with the dim streetlight glow, casting shadows across his face as he looked at you.

You took a breath, stepping closer, feeling your heartbeat thunder in your ears. He was so close, close enough that you could see the faint lines of his lips through the fabric. Tentatively, you reached out, fingers brushing against the edge of his mask, tracing the outline of his jaw.

“May I?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain. You felt his hesitation, the slight tension in his posture. But after a beat, he released a small sigh and nodded, letting your hand rest against his face.

Carefully, you pulled down his mask, just enough to reveal the bridge of his nose and his mouth. The pale skin beneath was a stark contrast to the dark night and bright red of his suit. And then, you leaned in, closing the gap between you.

The kiss was soft at first, almost shy. His lips were warm and gentle against yours, a stark contrast to the chill of the rain. You cupped his face, your hands trembling as you deepened the kiss. He responded, tilting his head slightly, his lips moving with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat.

But soon, the kiss grew more intense, more passionate. His hands found their way to your waist, steadying you as he leaned closer, his grip firm yet careful. You felt his lips part, and then his tongue slid against yours, exploring. You let out a soft whine, losing yourself in the heat of the moment. Who would’ve thought Spider-Man was such a good kisser?

Your fingers threaded through the wet strands of his hair that peeked from under his mask, tugging gently. He responded by pulling you even closer, his grip possessive, almost desperate, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of this moment.

You pulled back slightly, panting, your faces mere inches apart as you caught your breath. He was still upside down, but he held your gaze with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. For a moment, you forgot where you were, the rain, the danger, everything. All that mattered was him, the warmth of his body against yours, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

“Thank you,” you whispered, brushing your thumb against his cheek, still dazed.

He gave a small, breathless laugh. “Thank you,” he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced up at you. “For letting me be your hero.”

You smiled, cheeks flushed as the rain continued to fall around you. Part of you wanted to stay like this forever, hidden from the world in this rainy, dim-lit alley with your masked hero.

But reality seeped in as he pulled his mask back up, his identity once again concealed. “Stay safe, okay?” he murmured, reluctantly stepping back as he prepared to swing away.

Before he could leave, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him in for one last peck on the lips, a brief, tender goodbye that left you both breathless.

“See you around, Spider-Man,” you whispered, watching him grin under his mask before he leapt into the rain-soaked night, disappearing into the city.

And even as he vanished into the shadows, you stood there, heart pounding, knowing that this wouldn't be the last time your paths would cross.

[totaly-obsessed]

Cupid

Lia Wälti x reader

-> Valentine's Day with Lia and your Daughter

-> thank you @babsisbakery for the poem, and thank you @alotofpockets for the dutch translation help and conversation

➳ Masterlist

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Small hands tugged at your ear, ripping you from your very much-needed sleep. Once you saw your daughter’s adorable little eyes and the excited smile on her lips you just couldn’t be mad anymore.

“Mama, we need to start!” In a whisper shout, she bounced up and down, ready to get the day going.

She was right – you did need to start. Together with Amelie, you had planned to treat your fiancée to a wonderful Wednesday. It was Valentine's Day after all.

Still groggy with sleep you let the small blonde pull you out of bed before she gave you a moment to gather yourself, as she handed you slippers that matched hers.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Amelie had already laid out her little apron and quickly pulled it over her pajamas before turning around, gesturing to you to bind it behind her.

“All done my love. Let’s start with the waffles huh?”

Just 20 minutes later a hearty and big breakfast was cooked up, and Amelie nervously grabbed the card you had crafted with her beforehand.

“What if she doesn’t like it, Mama?”

Crouching down in front of the five-year-old got harder the older you got – but never in a million years would you stop doing it.

“That’s impossible my love! Lia loves everything that you make for her. She keeps it in her cubby – you’ve seen it before!”

Technically Ames was only your daughter – but with a no-show father and Lia falling in love with both you and your little companion at first sight, she was her ‘Momie’ in every way the small blonde could wish for.

While Lia had no genetic input whatsoever – Amelia could be and look a lot like her. They had the same kind of smile and funny laugh, but their stare could be terrifying.

“You come with me?”

How could you say no to that face? So together you walked up the stairs, and the once excited five-year-old had turned into a nervous wreck, hiding behind your legs and making herself as heavy as she could.

With a quiet squeak, the door opened as you pushed it, giving your daughter a slight nudge towards the bed, where you could already see Lia trying to spy through her lashes giving it her best to hide a smile.

“Momie?” the pudgy hand that wasn’t holding the card nudged your fiancée – who continued to play dead to the world.

“Momie – wake up please!”

Like in a bad movie Lia suddenly sat up with a big smile, stretching her arms wide with an obviously fake yawn.

“Good Morning Mon petit amour!”

Amelie panicked, or rather froze on the spot – immediately turning to you with wide eyes and Lia just knew that she would flee if nothing happened.

“What do you have there my love?”

A hesitant step towards the bed and the small blonde was close enough for her Momie to grab her. The loud squeal of surprise that filled the room was miles better than the nervous shuffle of feet.

“Wrote it just for you Momie!”

With an exaggerated gasp, the brunette footballer opened the pink envelope to discover a handcrafted card. It was white and on it a big heart, that you had to draw because a certain someone wasn’t happy with her tries and had about five meltdowns because of it. It was filled with little folded-up papers in pink and purple – above the heart she had made you write “I love you to pieces” after you had tried to help with her writing.

On those little papers were reasons why you and Ames loved the Swiss, but if it came to your opinion, there weren’t enough notes in the world that could do the love you held for the woman justice.

“Oh, will you read it to me?” Lia had tears in her eyes once she saw the small poem in wriggly handwriting. She pulled your daughter to her chest, looking at the card together while you snapped some secret pictures. “I’ll help you read them, okay?”

“To Momie,

From many tantrums to always making me laugh,

You are my favorite hero, kicking ass on the pitch

And being my personal chef at home,

And finding time to play with me and my Dinos.

I couldn’t have wished for a better mom.

-         Your Ames!”

Lia’s eyes were filled with tears as she pressed kiss after kiss on Amelia's messy hair. Of course, the Swiss knew that you had massively helped her with writing, but Amelia had such a way of speaking that she could definitely recognize it in there.

The five-year-old was proud of herself and whipped her head back from Lia behind you.

“Breakfast now! Come Momie – I made you waffles!”

Due to the rain last week, the fixture against the London City Lioness has been pushed to today. So after spending the day in blissful peace, it was time to go to the game. Wrangling a little excited 5-year-old girl dressed as Cupid into the car was much harder than anticipated, and at some point, Lia had to leave early.

Viv greeted you at the car as you helped Amelie out of the car. She was still a little unsure about her knee, so she opted to sit in the stands, keeping you company.  “Wow – Look at you!”

“Vivi! I’m Cupid!”

Dressed in a pink and gold dress, white gloves, and a golden hairband. On her back was a pair of small, white, feathery wings – in her hands a tiny bow with fake arrows that had heart-shaped tips.

“I can see that lieve schat. Let’s get you two inside huh?”

Watching the game with a young child is always a bit different than it would be without – but you wouldn’t change it for the world. Amelia was excited for the first half, screaming her little lungs out when Lia scored from a corner kick off of Katie.

As a celebration, the Swiss imitated pulling back the string of an arrow and letting it go in your direction – effectively sending you a heart accompanied with a wink.

Your relationship was no secret by far, the brunette loved to brag about you and her daughter. And no matter how much she boasted about you, you would always blush – so seeing your already red face on the big screen gave you a fright. Viv and Ames just laughed at you.

During the second half, Amelia was busy reading a book she had brought for her. While she had gotten Lia’s athleticism she had gotten your intense love for books, and once she started, she wouldn’t stop until it was finished. Or at least she wouldn’t stop that easily.

Once the final whistle blew, the Arsenal girls winning 3-0, Viv escorted you down to the pitch – you not knowing the way was her excuse but in reality, she just wanted to see Beth. As soon as Amelia’s feet hit the grass, she was gone running around with Kyra, Alessia, and Victoria.

“Did you see my goal? Scored it just for you!” Lia’s smile was enticing and she didn’t wait long to pull you into a breathtaking kiss, only stopping once Katie fake gagged next to you.

Before she could say what she wanted to a small body slammed into her. Amelia, of course. In her hand, a beautiful white rose that you definitely didn’t bring from home.

“For me? Oh, thank you my personal Cupid, doing such a good job!”

Now down on her knees, the brunette engulfed your daughter in a bear hug – careful not to crush the cupid wings on her back.

“It’s from Rue Rue!”

The five-year-old skipped back to Ruesha Littlejohn who gave her a high five and a piece of candy while Katie could only stare at the rose in her hands. Not even noticing you and Lia nearly collapsing because of laughter.

Cupid had delivered her a rose from Rue Rue, her ex-girlfriend…

[lovebeinaprincessworld]

Avatar

Tsu’tey

Good loving

Sharp edges

Tìtunu

Tìyawn/Ve’kì

Tsu'tey sees

Reypaytun

Neteyam

Never a burden

Prove to you

Protection duty

Cupids chokehold

Nerves talking

Ghost

The hearts that bind us

Kavuk si

Steyki

The sweetest syulang

Another man’s treasure

His fierce flower

Jake Sully

Fantasize

Sex Education

Tonowari

Missed lessons

Inexperienced

Iknimaya

Do I not treat you well?

Pxelo (+Ronal)

Breeding

Aonung

Helping friends

Squeeze it apart

Best friends brother

Tough lover

Heartfelt

Size difference

Precious Tawtute Sickness

Courting Ayelýn

Ronal

Best friends mother

Tsireya

My unruly heart

Girls like girls

Love advice

Miles Quaritch

Technical difficulties

Hybrid

Sweet surrender

Eywa has decided

Daddy issues

Sinner and Saint

Lyle Wainfleet

Help me

Hopelessly devoted to you

Mansk

Late night feels

[chiyuuchu]

Cupid’s don’t always pull the strings <3

(30th July 2024)

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Prompt! Y/n’s quirk allows herself to see soulmates who are fated to each other. The class finds out this aspect of her quirk and plead to be let in on the eyes of cupid.

Class 1-A as usual was filled with excitement and idle chatter. It was a rare quiet moment where they weren't training, studying, or dealing with the usual chaos that followed them. Everyone was hanging out in the common room of the dorms mostly socialising. Y/N had just stepped out to the restroom, leaving her quirk notes open on her seat.

Mina, always curious, leaned over to take a peek. “Hey, what’s this?” she said, pointing to a page filled with intricate drawings of red strings and notes about ‘soulmates theory.’

Kaminari, Kirishima, and a few others gathered around. “Whoa, is this about her quirk?” Kirishima asked, eyes wide with interest. Flipping to the start of the booklet.

‘Quirk: Cupid of Strings PAGE 3

User who behold of this quirk allows them to produce red strings from the palms of their hands or all their fingers simultaneously. These strings can attack and people in various ways, but their most intriguing aspect of this quirk is the ability to see the connection to the strings of fate. User can see the red strings of fate that bind soulmates together, allowing them to identify who is destined to be with whom.’ Kaminari reads to the class.

Before they could delve deeper, Y/N returned, sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere. “What’s going on?” she asked, seeing everyone crowded around her seat.

Mina turned, a mischievous grin on her face. “Y/N, you’ve been holding out on us! Your quirk can see red strings of fate? Like, actual soulmates?”

Y/N blushed slightly, caught off guard. “Um, yeah. I can see the red strings of fate and see who fate decides to connect who with who.”

Everyone who was in the common room erupted in excitement and curiosity. “Can you tell us who our soulmates are?” Sero asked eagerly.

Y/N sighed, knowing this was coming. “I can give clues, but I won’t outright tell you. It’s something you need to discover on your own.”

They pleaded, and after a few moments of contemplation, Y/N agreed to give them hints. She revealed subtle clues, each hint causing waves of realization among her friends.

And guess what? Two weeks later, Mina and Kirishima exchanged glances, recalling the hints Y/N had given back then. A few more days later, they started dating, confirming they were indeed soulmates.

Kaminari and Jirou, after a bit of teasing and more hints from Y/N, also realized they were fated for each other. The excitement and matchmaking success stories became a favorite topic in the class.

One day in class, Midoriya, always the curious and thoughtful one, asked, “Y/N, can you see your own red string?”

Y/N’s expression turned mysterious. “I can, but I won’t say who it’s connected to.”

The girls who were already huddled around together groaned in disappointment. “Why not?” Uraraka asked.

Y/N shook her head. “It’s not the right time. It’s too early.”

The following day, the class enjoyed the novelty of discovering soulmates and the hints Y/N provided. Mina and Kirishima’s relationship blossomed, and Kaminari and Jirou grew closer. The atmosphere in Class 1-A was filled with love and pining.

During lunch at the DekuSquad table, Midoriya asked Y/N, “If you knew who your soulmate was, would you do anything to court them?”

Y/N looked thoughtful. “I do know who it is, and yes, they’re in this class. But I believe in letting things happen naturally.”

And there it is. This mere price of information spreaded within the class like wildfire. Bets were placed, and theories were exchanged. Everyone wondered who Y/N’s soulmate could be.

Todoroki, listening from afar to the theories everyone was making in class, felt a pang of anxiety. He wished he was Y/N’s soulmate but doubted fate would be so kind. During a lunch break, the Deku Squad noticed his unease. They noticed his hopeful lingering gaze at their fellow cupid quirk friend. Y/n excused herself for a phone call leaving the DekuSqaud’s lunch table.

“Hey, Todoroki,” Midoriya said gently. “Maybe you’re her soulmate. You should talk to her.”

Todoroki shook his head. “I don’t want to assume. What if she’s waiting for someone else?”

“But you’ll never know unless you try,” Uraraka encouraged.

Todoroki pondered their words, feeling the weight of his unspoken feelings.

-Timeskip to after the huge war arc-

Months passed and after the battles, things slowly returned to a semblance of peace. One quiet evening, as the sunset bathed the campus in warm hues, Todoroki found Y/N sitting alone, lost in thought.

Summoning his courage, he approached her. “Y/N, can we talk?”

Y/N looked up, surprised. “Of course, Shoto. What’s on your mind?”

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, but I didn’t know how to express them. I was afraid…”

Y/N’s eyes softened. “Afraid of what?”

“That fate wouldn’t put us together,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A gentle smile spread across Y/N’s face. “Shoto, I’ve been waiting for you all this time.”

His heart skipped a beat. “You knew?”

She nodded. “I knew. I just didn’t want to force it. I wanted you to come to me when you were ready.”

Relief and joy washed over Todoroki. “I’m ready now.”

They sat together, holding hands as the sun dipped below the horizon. Their classmates watched from a distance, cheering silently, knowing that fate had finally aligned for their friends.

From that day forward, Todoroki and Y/N’s bond grew stronger, their love story a testament to patience, courage, and the strings of fate that bound them together.

[thebarontheabyss]

Patrons of TBOTA, the update is now officially live!!!

A new night shift has begun at your bar—one that will change everything.

Meet Cassy - A young demigod has taken refuge in your bar, bringing big revelations. Drink milkshakes with her and uncover secrets!

Peisinoe is in a bind, and the stage calls for an unexpected hero—will it be you? Perform live on stage (or simply ask the Raven to read poetry) and save the day!

Helped a certain celestial couple solve their marital quarrel? Meet them at the bar and discover more about them!

Navigate through a night of challenges: impress a nightlife journalist, diffuse a potential brawl, and maybe play Cupid for Shelly.

Start your romance paths with Hastur and Peisinoe.

And FINALLY: Face the Raven, get your answers - but beware, you might not like what he has to say.

UGH, I'm beyond thrilled to release this update and can't wait to hear what you think!

Remember: Your feedback on the update is invaluable to me. Send it via ask or leave a comment on the COG forums. Everything is valid, from your love to your critique. I can handle both! :)

(LINK TO WIP)

HAVE FUN IN THE ABYSS!

[cupids-chamber]

— " MR . HEADMASTER ? " Slightly suggestive content / gender neutral reader

He coddled into your neck, snuggling deeper into your embrace; a dazed sigh escapes the man as he grasps at your body, binding himself into your embrace. You could feel his body relax within your arms, warmth radiating off of one another. Slowly you reached out, running your hands up his torso and up to his neck, the touch lingered on his skin, even though the clothes everywhere you touched radiated with warmth; his eyes widened as you gently pulled at his collar. A cheeky grin overlapped your features, as you took in, just how affected he is with your subtle actions.  

His breath hitched as you lightly grazed your fingers through his hair; carefully you tighten your grasp and tug him back using his hair. The action resulted in him releasing a whine; in protest all the while the two of you come face to face. Taking in his flustered features, you let out a breezy chuckle, if you hadn’t known any better you would’ve sworn he had gotten redder than before. 

Softly you made use of your free hand, lifting his face up, slowly pulling his face closer to you. You leaned down causing the two of your foreheads to touch, you watched as his eyes widened slightly and he began babbling some sort of nonsense you’d rather not pay attention too. It didn’t take long before you leaned down and settled the distance between one another. 

Swallowing his whines, you carefully analyzed how he came undone in your grasp, how even the bare touch of your fingertips against his skin could rile him up, so easily. You took in all the small details before letting him go. He struck you with a confused look, his face flustered with a look of slight annoyance and displeasure at the abrupt pause; you couldn’t help but giggle. “Don’t you have work to finish, Mr. headmaster?”

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

[xdacted]

Hii can u write about Mafia!Carlos being in an arranged marriage with reader??

Almost

Pairing: Reader x mafia!Carlos Sainz Jr.

Warnings: mafia! Carlos, arranged marriage, some fluff, comfort

Word Count: 903

Status: Completed

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“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Carlos.”

She was beautiful, Carlos couldn’t deny it. 

Rising from the couch, extending a hand, the delicate bracelets lining her wrist glimmering underneath the chandelier’s light. Her hair was swept away from her face, falling behind her ears and framing the curve of her cheeks. The color of her lips, the dip of her cupid's bow, his name rolling off her tongue - she was breathtaking. 

Bianca told him she would be, droning off a long list of her accomplishments and background to him on the drive over. Most of her information consisted of the family she was born from, detailing their history and future deals. Though the Sainz family had no debts to be paid, they had plenty of favors to reap. 

‘A beautiful woman of good breeding,’ was what his father demanded he be given. 

And here she was. 

Staring up at him, the subtle curl of her eyelashes, a polite smile. 

The guilt tugged at him. 

“The pleasure is mine alone,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her skin. 

He felt her tremble. 

Though her fear was well hidden, Carlos had lived in this world long enough. A world that knew only to take, swallowing the weak and destroying the beautiful. Blood dripping from his hands before he could kill, damnation carved into his soul, Carlos has always known who he was to become.

The shadow he was to step into. The role he was to fill. 

But never did he imagine dragging an innocent soul to hell with him. 

“Please!” Her father beamed at Carlos, gesturing to the space beside his daughter, “You must sit, you are our guest!”

With a nod, popping open the button of his suit, he sat beside her. She turned her gaze away from him, folding her hands in her lap. Carlos tried not to stare, he could only imagine the anger she felt. The betrayal. 

He nearly destroyed his office when his father delivered the order. To secure his place as head of the family, and to remove any question of their family legacy, he was to marry. Take the hand of a stranger, bind them to him for eternity. 

“We are honored that you have selected our family, Mr. Sainz,” The Father continued, shooting Carlos a wide smile. 

“I am honored to have been entrusted with your daughter,” Anger bubbled beneath his skin. 

He wasn’t sure what this family was thinking, he didn’t want to know, they were sentencing their child to a life of misery. 

“Of course!” His voice boomed in the small reception room, banging against the vaulted ceilings, knocking into the paintings that stood witness, “Our families have worked beside each other for many generations, this will make us stronger.”

Voice caught in his throat, Carlos could only muster a curt nod. 

“Well? What are we waiting for?”

Carlos was drowning. 

He had been a fool, clinging to childish dreams, losing himself within fantasies of hope. Filling his head with dreams of loving and being loved, cherishing and being cherished. He had been wrong. 

This world only took. 

Carlos gestured over his shoulder, one of his men stepping forward to place a small velvet box in his waiting hand. Though it weighed nearly nothing, Carlos felt as if he might fall through the Earth, the jewel within burning his palm. 

He was drowning. 

Standing at the edge of a precipice, a scream trapped in his throat. Emotions racked within him, there was nowhere for him to go, no one to understand. He was alone. The world shifted beneath his feet, cracking and crumbling under the weight of his fate. 

He could hardly breathe. 

He could - 

She turned toward him, offering her hand once more. 

Carlos met her eyes, unsure of what to say. Unsure of what to do. 

The world was watching them. History was watching them. 

“This is your destiny, Carlito, your birthright.” 

The box fell open with a simple click, revealing the familial ring he’d been given. A blood-red gem glared at him, the gleam of the thick golden band blinding him. Reaching for her, he saw as she flinched away. The smallest thing. 

Small enough to miss. 

Carlos looked back at her, but she wasn’t staring at him, her eyes locked upon his movements. He wasn’t sure she was breathing, her pulse jumping against his fingertips. 

“You cannot run from it.”

With a sharp breath, he slipped the ring onto her finger. 

“The House will always find you.”

It was done. 

Her lip began to quiver, tears pooling in her eyes. 

She was the only one to understand, to know the feeling of dread. Any chance of loving another had been ripped from her, but perhaps it didn’t have to be. 

He laced their fingers together, blocking the eyesore sitting upon her hand. She gasped beside him, clinging to his side. 

“Carlos -”

He shot her a weary smile, gently lifting her hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “Mi amour.”

The color of her cheeks darkened, a shocked expression on her beautiful face.

“I will do my best,” He whispered.

Try to love. Try to be loved. 

The softest quirk of her lips, “I will too,” She squeezed, “Together?”

Try to cherish. Try to be cherished. 

“Of course.”

It wasn’t quite an ‘I love you’, but Carlos supposes it was the closest he could expect. 

An almost. 

_________

A/N:This work has been cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. All are under the name XDACTED. Thank you for reading and feel free to request fics about any of the drivers <3

[baylz]

Poison Oak .ᐟ

ft. kozume kenma

synopsis : you and kenma go to a halloween party but things take an unexpected turn.

song : Cupid De Locke by The Smashing Pumpkins

warnings: established relationship, idiots in love

a/n : a little short but i thought it was cutesy to write for flufftober (and the kenma lovers are starving)

credits to: @fisshbones for the cutesy divider

The “no biggie” in question was a rash and scrapped knee that you had tried to brush off once Kenma had finally found you. You were practically covered in dirt. “I’m okay.” You insisted, cursing yourself for the wince you let out attempting to stand.

You were currently hoisted on his back, mumbling silent apologies for leaving him stranded. “I was helping Kuroo with one of the inflatables and I tripped on one of the wires and fell into the bushes.” He already said a million times on the way home that it was okay, but you, stubborn as you were, insisted that it wasn’t.

“I swear, when we get home we can watch all of your favorite movies first. Which do you wanna start with?”

“Coraline.” He answered and you shifted yourself against him, your face leveled at the side of his head. “That’s not your favorite movie.” You accused, eyeing him suspiciously. 

He snorted, “Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not. Monster House has been a Kenma household favorite since birth.”

“I like you a lot, but you’re so dramatic.” You squawked at that, hitting him on the head for turning such a compliment into an insult. But you knew there was no malice behind those words.

Perching your head on his shoulder, you sighed and nuzzled against him. Despite his cool attitude, his body always radiated some kind of warmth even on crisp nights such as this one. The streets were adorned with all kinds of halloween decorations as the two of you passed by. It was your favorite season and you had always hoped you could couple-y stuff with someone such as matching costumes, movie marathons, and going to crappy haunted houses.

Kenma has been that person even before you started dating. He would complain, but he never denied you of anything. Like the time you insisted that you should make a pumpkin pie as a small hangout idea and he swore up and down that he hated pumpkin pie and wouldn’t eat it. Until you brought a spoonful of the vibrant orange dessert to his lips and he threw you a look before taking a bite. That the same night you confessed your feelings for him, kissing his sweet lips and tasting the tangy flavor of cinnamon with brown sugar.

“How’s your hand? Itchy?” The question knocked you out of your thoughts. You hummed, feeling the urge to scratch at the bandage. Kuroo had slapped some ointment on the poison to stop it from getting worse. “It’ll last you half the walk home.” He informed you while binding up the blistered skin.

“Mm, very itchy.”

He nodded, his feet thumping against the pavement as he picked up the pace. “We can put aquaphor on it and clean up your leg once we arrive.” You loved how he had his own way of caring for you. He was never verbal about his affections, always silently looking after you. Thinking of that, you felt a different kind of itch, and looking at the delicate features of his side profile made you act impulsively.

Kenma felt the gentle pressure of your lips against his cheek at that moment. His cheeks flushed an artless pink and he was grateful that you couldn’t see his face right now. “What was that for?”

“Just a thanks for putting up with me.”

"Weirdo."

You laughed, the sound ringing pleasantly in his ear. "I'll kiss you properly when we get home."

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[princehoneytea]

my designs for the cupid's bindings adopt event !!

[astroa3h]

❤️‍🔥 asteroid valentine through the houses ❤️‍🔥

Asteroid Valentine (447) isn't just another mundane space rock orbiting the Sun 🌞; it was discovered on October 27, 1899, by the eagle-eyed French astronomer Auguste Charlois 👀🇫🇷. Standing out from the crowd of generic asteroids adrift in the cosmic expanse, this one boasts some serious pizzazz, seemingly nodding to Saint Valentine himself—the icon of all things mushy and romantic 💘, immortalized by legends and the gooey celebrations of Valentine's Day. Bearing the name Valentine, it's no shocker this asteroid has turned into the cosmic hotspot 🔥 for unraveling the enigmas of pulse racing obsession. It's like the universe's own twisted cupid 🏹💖, laying bare the types of swooners you magnetize and their lovestruck shenanigans when they're utterly smitten with you.

❤️‍🔥 1st House: In the 1st house, you attract the “Shadow Follower”. This individual is mesmerized by your very presence and seems to be wherever you are, blending into the background but always watching. They admire everything about you, from the way you walk to the way you talk, often mimicking your style or interests in an attempt to close the gap between you. Be aware you may attract narcissists.

❤️‍🔥 2nd House: When Valentine graces your 2nd house, it brings the “Lavish Obsessor” into your life. This person showers you with gifts and material symbols of affection, believing that the key to your heart is through extravagant displays of wealth. Their obsession lies in owning the best, and that includes their relationship with you. They see you as a prize to be won, a luxury to be possessed. You are the ultimate trophy.

❤️‍🔥 3rd House: In the 3rd house, the “Conversation Hacker” is drawn to you. This individual hangs on your every word, obsessively analyzing texts and conversations for hidden meanings. They're likely to deep dive into your social media history, bringing up topics or inside jokes you barely remember, demonstrating an unsettling level of interest in your thoughts and communications. I wouldn’t be surprised to see a lot of weirdos in your DM’s.

❤️‍🔥 4th House: With Valentine in the 4th house, you attract the “Home Invasion Romantic”. This partner wants to be so involved in your life that they overstep boundaries, wanting to move in too soon or redecorate your space to suit what they believe is best for "us." They're fixated on creating a domestic bliss that you didn't sign up for, insisting on being your ultimate comfort but in a way that feels more invasive than nurturing. 

❤️‍🔥 5th House:  When Valentine visits your 5th house, it brings the “Jealous Admirer” into your love life. This type is intoxicated by your creativity and zest for life but is also fiercely envious of anyone else who shares your attention. They want to be your muse and your audience, the only one you perform for, often leading to dramatic displays of jealousy that can turn any romantic scene into a thriller. Fatal Attraction VIBES.

❤️‍🔥 6th House: In the 6th house, you draw the “Routine Stalker”. This individual is obsessed with your daily routines and habits, often rearranging their schedule to "coincidentally" bump into you. They take note of your likes, dislikes, and even your coffee order, using this information to craft themselves into the perfect partner, always just one step away from being too much in sync with your life. This placement can turn dangerous, watch your back.

❤️‍🔥 7th House: Valentine in the 7th house attracts the “Binding Contract Lover”. This person sees your relationship as a deal that's been sealed, treating every interaction like a contractual obligation forever. They're intensely committed to the idea of "us against the world," often pushing for commitments or declarations of love that feel more like chains than choices. Those with this placement are likely to cheat on long-term partners, unsure how to escape unhappy relationships.

❤️‍🔥 8th House: With Valentine in the 8th house, the “Soul Chain Romantic” is drawn to you. This lover believes in a connection that transcends the physical, claiming a depth of bond that feels more like a possession. They're drawn to your darkness and secrets, wanting to merge in ways that erase individual boundaries, but this is a placement that also draws sexually deviant partners your way.

❤️‍🔥 9th House: In the 9th house, you attract the “Obsessive Quester”. This partner is obsessed with the idea of you as their ultimate quest, an adventure to be conquered. They're drawn to your beliefs and philosophies but twist them to fit their narrative of a grand love story, often pushing you into roles and situations that feel more epic in their head than in reality. Expect a lot of love bombing followed by ghosting with this placement. 

❤️‍🔥 10th House: Valentine in the 10th house brings the “Public Claimer” into your orbit. This individual is obsessed with how the relationship looks to the outside world, constantly posting, tagging, and declaring their love for you in very public ways. They're more interested in the status of being with you than the actual connection, often putting on a show of affection that feels performative rather than genuine.

❤️‍🔥 11th House: In the 11th house, Valentine attracts the “Ideological Chameleon”, someone who obsessively aligns with your hopes, dreams, and social circles. They seamlessly adopt your interests and ideologies, aiming to become your perfect match. This partner integrates so deeply into your world that they begin to mirror you, losing their individuality in the process. They are harmless though, usually truly loving you. Just don’t break their heart, they might end up dating your BFF out of revenge.

❤️‍🔥 12th House: With Valentine in the 12th house, you draw in the “Phantom Soulmate”. This partner feels a deep, unseen connection to you, believing they knew you in a past life. They love from the shadows, perhaps through anonymous gestures or silent admiration, convinced of a spiritual link between you. This is actually my favorite Valentine placement, think of the Gomez Adams to Morticia.

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[lokisgoodgirl]

A Battle of Wills [Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] You and Loki play a dirty game of denial. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Language.

“I give you five minutes,” Loki growled hot and wet in your ear.

The dulcet words dripped from his tongue like treacle. “Five minutes before you’re writhing and whining my name like penitent sinner on the church steps.” He gave the light restraints around your wrists a self-congratulatory yank. “Whatever, Laufeyson," you whispered, "I give you...three.” You didn’t need to see him to know he was frowning.

“Time will tell," he sniffed, haughtiness oozing. The rustle of a sanctimonious hair flick was the only noise in the pregnant silence while he straightened. “You’ll lose," you sighed, settling into the pillow. A smile pressed against the silk mask covering your eyes. “You’re too horny.” Loki’s defiant footsteps retreated, letting the bedroom door swing with a soft creak behind him. But it stayed ajar, the closing click never coming. You pressed your lips together, feeling the cracks where they had dried from his rough kisses. The corners tingled, the bruise beneath the skin of your cupids bow feeling tender. I’m not going to be the one. Not this time. You arched your back, pulling at the restraints. What knot was it tonight? A one handed slip? An inline double coin? A finger curled with difficulty over a lump of silk rope, mapping the tell-tale curves. A prusik head. So it was one of those nights. In the burgundy veil behind your eyelids, shadows danced. There was an exaggerated sigh as Loki reclined on the sofa, the creak of the frame under his weight slicing the stillness. You could feel the familiar tingle of his gaze darting sporadically towards the open door, heavy with lustful arrogance. Could he see you on the bed? Cautiously, you stretched a bare leg upwards, toe pointed to the ceiling before bending it over the other. The curve of your naked ass was displayed towards the doorway, a wordless invitation to rescue...or ravish, the bound and helpless damsel in his bed. A dark rumble sounded from the living room, a synchronised squeak from the furniture betraying your voyeur’s unmistakeable reaction. He could. You smiled, imagining his slanted brows, his tongue instinctually licking towards where you lay strewn like prey. The gloss from your abandoned pussy would still be on his lips. Beneath his nose. A taste of what he was denying himself. The primal scent would be hanging thick in his nostrils. Your sly smile stretched wider. It had been what, ten seconds? Feigning an attempt to escape the binds, you moaned softly. The sofa creaked again. You could sense the anxious whirr of Loki's racing mind, his fingers clenching and unclenching as he tried to distract himself. The slide of cotton against his thighs as he crossed his legs. A tepid exhale as he uncrossed them again. Your lip twitched, hearing the familiar clunk of his belt buckle. And so it begins, you thought; as he carefully unfurled the leather through its holster. He was trying to be quiet. Trying to be subtle. And he was failing.

You squeezed your eyelids shut beneath the blindfold, concentrating. Each breath rising in your chest was tempered as you tried to zone in on the smallest sounds which betrayed Loki’s impatience. A low hum rustled through the air. His zipper, you thought smugly as you slid your legs together, pushing your chest upwards. He paused, listening - before resuming the zipper's clandestine descent. You could sense the grit of his teeth. The silent snarl as he wordlessly cursed the game he had initiated.

The delayed pleasure built to breaking point was always worth it, but god – it was torture. Before slipping on the blindfold, Loki’s tongue had explored every crevice of your sex, bringing you tantalisingly close to the edge. The sight of his dark crown buried between your open thighs flashed through your mind in silken darkness; low pants of muffled moans wet against your skin. With one final, licentious lick his face had risen between your trembling legs. The tip of his tongue danced softly over the curve of your clit as he teased your climax like a hanging axe. Snatching it away. From the look in his eyes, you had known what was coming. Mischief. And now it was time for him to pay. “Mmmm…” you moaned softly, sliding your hips on the soft sheets. The silk of your hold-ups slipped easily against the cotton, gracefully manoeuvring you into another achingly seductive position. “Cheater,” you heard the god rumble under his breath. He inhaled sharply, breath catching. It was the sound he always made when those long fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock for the first time. Loki let out a juddering sigh as he began to stroke himself. You let your mind become quiet. From the tortuously controlled rate of his breathing, you knew he was moving slowly. Too slowly. But he couldn’t resist the urge. He would barely be touching himself, trying to work every ounce of pleasure from the lightest of pumps. He didn’t want you to know how desperate he was. And he was desperate. Or at least, he would be. You squirmed. It was all you could do not to scream for him to mount you like an animal and fuck you into the headboard. Right now his shoulder-blades would be squeezing together, jaw set in a snarl as he tempered his pleasure. The velvet skin which coated its cock; the veins which crested along the thick shaft would sizzle under his calloused fingers. You had traced every one with your tongue, each secret sensitivity exposed as he grasped the bedsheets and grit his teeth to the ceiling. Right now you knew those same perfect teeth would be grinding, those piercing eyes fixed on his woman as she widened her legs. Maybe next time he’ll bind those too, you thought with a smirk. But not tonight. Not after the timer starts. That’s against the rules.

In your speckled darkness you could picture him sitting on the sofa beyond the door as clear as day. He was still wearing his suit trousers – he could remove them but he mistakenly thought they would increase his chances of denying the urge to break first. His pale cock would be standing proud from the splayed fly, the wetted tip tapping against his stomach with every achingly slow pump of his hand. The sight of Loki of Asgard fucking himself would never get old. The way he worked his carved, chiselled body - the clench of his obliques as he tightened his grip around the leaking tip. He would gather the foreskin before pulling roughly down. You loved that. How he retained that erotic stoicism until the final, tense moment when he splattered his seed on your tongue. Your face. Your tits. The fact he had denied you that sight tonight was another reason for revenge. A muffled grunt sounded through the wall. ‘Gods’, it growled, the timbre inhuman. He knew what was coming.

You didn’t care if the hot slick between your thighs was saliva or fresh arousal. The thought of it being both sent a thrill racing through your blood. You clenched, feeling it begin to seep between your cheeks. It tickled. A moan slid past your lips as you let your legs fall open, thrusting gently to the ceiling as you arched your back. Don’t say his name, you cursed silently. Don’t call out.

The clock ticked. There was a scuff as Loki’s feet drew towards the sofa on which he sat; toes curling in his dress shoes. Don’t give him the satisfaction.

Loki released a ragged breath. He sucked in sharply, the bite of pleasure from his tightening fingers making him wince. He was leaking. Drops of pre-cum squeezed from the aching tip of his cock with every reluctant sweep of his fist. He had begun too soon. He knew that. He glanced to the side, instantly regretting it. There you were, laid out like supper. Your wrists bound to his bed-frame. A prusik head knot – you wouldn’t escape that easily. Even with your talents. The sight made him weak. His stare roamed hungrily over the straps of your lingerie, supple curves glowing in the sultry light from the salt lamp. Only the bra and unhooked suspender belt remained. The matching panties lay discarded and wet on the bedroom floor. Had he ripped them in his eagerness to latch his searching mouth to your perfect little cunt? He couldn’t recall. With you, it always turned into a bit of a haze. Like an animal, he mulled; lowering his chin to his chest.

Loki bit his lip, stifling a growl as your feet slid up the sheets. The lace rims of your hold ups flashed as you squirmed coquettishly. I should have closed the door, Loki pondered bitterly. You knew exactly how to drive him to the brink. And he knew what came next.

“Gods,” he murmured gruffly, mouth agape as your knees fell open. In sync, his brows slanted. If only you could see him, you would instantly know how close he was to abandoning his hand in favour of your heavenly body. In favour of that sinfully decadent mess displayed brazenly between your open legs. Your smirk would be unbearable as he paced towards you like a defeated war-lord to yield his sword to your possession. Honour-bound to surrender. Fucking that smirk off your face would be an absolute pleasure. Loki grimaced, giving his shaft a punishing squeeze. She is growing too sure of her power over me, he snarled to himself. Do not yield. His narrowed eyes inched reluctantly over your glistening folds, plump pink skin begging to be sucked. Begging to be fucked. The top of your thighs shimmered. She’s so ready to be mine, look at her – he thought, the familiar dark haze descending. Spread and wet and insolent. Saliva welled beneath his tongue. Loki instinctively leant forward, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth as his muscles twitched. Perhaps he had been too hasty. Perhaps, tonight was not the time for games – not when you looked so- “F-fuck…” he growled, as a thumb slipped over the sensitive underside. The sticky digit caught against his foreskin, making his eyes roll back. All he needed was you. All he wanted was your hands, your mouth – your needy mewls as he made your world shake. He watched your hips thrust gently to the ceiling, every low clench of your ass driving him demented with lust.

Were you imagining his cock rocking into you? She better be. He grit his teeth. From the melodic gyration in your hips, he knew you were getting it how you liked it on nights like this. Slow, and rippling. Crushingly fluid thrusts that drove you back into the headboard and spilled you over the edge like treacle as you shamelessly howled his name. Loki’s fingers tightened around his shaft, pace quickening. His head fell back against the sofa, curls hanging sluttishly against his collarbone. He released a calculated moan of pleasure, brow furrowing as he saw your back arch in response. You will not surrender, he chanted to himself. Loki's eyes fell on your slippery sex, clenching in synchronisation with his rising groan, a well of glistening heat smothering your little cunt. Any moment now, he thought desperately, beginning to pant. Any moment now...she’ll break.

You slid one leg down the bed, warmth spreading in your belly as you heard Loki’s rattling sigh. The urge to call out to him was unbearable. To have him storm into the bedroom like a sexual warrior and begin his carnal worship, invading every curve with his weight. With his hands and mouth and words. ‘Loki...fuck me’. That’s all it would take. The phrase lingered on your tongue like salt, ready to spit. The words caught behind your teeth. God, he was too much. And you wanted it all. Now. But then, had he even been trying tonight? Or, maybe you were just that good. A single desperate whimper fluttered as you pulled the binds around your wrists. Loki choked suddenly, a rasping gasp tearing the stillness. A tight slap of his palm against the sofa sounded as he steadied himself. He had been close. Too close. You smirked as silence fell. You could barely hear him breathing. “Fuck,” Loki murmured bitterly. His tongue caught wetly on the k. There were no more words from Loki Laufeyson. Only the sound of his open belt buckle clunking gently as he stood, sword in hand. Ready to surrender.

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[brummiereader]

Fan of Peaky Blinders and anything old and dusty (including men) . Join me as i try my hand at writing fanfiction for Tommy Shelby. Please be aware that most of my stories have dark themes or lots of angst. Feel free to ask me anything, I love comments and messages!

Brummie xxx

Peaky Blinders series:

A Ghost Of A Man (completed series)

Killing Me Softly (Dark!Tommy) (completed series)

Hopelessly Devoted (completed series)

Don't Fear The Reaper (Dark!Tommy) (on hold)

Unchained Melody (completed series)

Uptown Girl (completed series)

Binding Love (Dark!Tommy) (ongoing series)

Peaky Blinders one shots:

Happy Birthday Love (Dark!Tommy)

Third Time Lucky (Dark! Polly)

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (Dark!Tommy & Yandere! Arthur)

No Son Of Mine

Other creations:

Every good girl needs a little thug (Shelby Brothers/ Video)

The gold locket from "A Ghost Of A Man"

Pierced By Cupid (Heaven & Arthur From HYE/ Video)

(Masterlist banner created by the lovely Alex @cillmequick 🩷)

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