#cupiditas

[karasuyearn]

BBBB Deathdrives changed into fish!!!!

I love fish〜〜🐟🐠🦑🐙🦈

Superbia / Eagle Ray

Cupiditas / Giant grouper

Cunus / Cuttlefish (Clione)

Pessimism / Big blue octopus

Vanitas / Luna lionfish

Paupertipum / Giant white shark

Segnities / Basking shark

Ira / Dragon moray

Verum Vita / Oarfish

[cupiditas-and-ao3]

Introducing Cupiditas - Incubus

Content warning: Halloween prank, bullying, virginity, overstimulation

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You were the unwilling virgin sacrifice at a Halloween party. You thought it was finally your chance, finally time to let loose at a house party. Time to break rules. Time to get laid. You'd been invited by one of the hotter frat bros in the pre-req class you hated being stuck in. You didn't hate that the bulk of your grade was a group project, or that he was in your group. You didn't even hate knowing you were doing most of the work. You had all semester to do the work and - if you were being honest - you could do it in your sleep. 

When he invited you, blinking those long lashes at you like a cat slow blinking, to the party as a thank you for doing so much of the work, you took it at face value. Maybe with a bit more optimism than you should have. But being tied spread eagle and naked with a ritual circle in pig's blood drawn over you was obviously so outside of the realm of possibility that you felt stupid when you tried to blame yourself for being too trusting. 

Who sacrificed people to demons anymore? 

The frat bros and their army of giggling fans circled you, chanting in poorly enunciated Latin, while you screamed through the nasty sock in your mouth. 

And then the room shook. Just a little. And the lights dimmed. That was more noticeable. The group paused in their chanting. A bubble of nervous laughter. And then a crack of thunder and the smell of ozone and the giggles turned to screams. The ground under the simple IKEA table you were tied to cracked, one of the legs dipping into the fiery space that should have been the basement. You screamed, pleading through the sock. A long black taloned hand with red skin that reflected the firelight grabbed the edge of the crack and dragged an arm and shoulder out of it. Your screams became more desperate as a second hand emerged, but the group that had tied you there, the boy that had lured you there, scattered. Like panicked bugs under a lifted rock. 

And you were alone as the arms flexed with muscles and pushed the shoulders and head of what was unmistakable a demon from the fissure in the ground. Curly black hair like classic depictions of satyrs crowned the demon's head and huge swooping horns lifted above the edge of your table. 

The demon turned to face you, it's arm slashing out in a strike as you screamed. It's black eyes sparkled like obsidian. Or the night sky. It's mouth split in a smile of shark's teeth. And the rope holding you to the table snapped where those long talons sliced through it. 

One of those muscled arms wrapped around your waist and drew you against the demon's chest while the table sank into the fissure. It closed around the wood, snapping it into splinters, while your hands pressed flat against the well muscled chest you were flush against. 

“Well, what's a lovely thing like you doing in a place like this?” 

Eyelashes as long as the boy that'd enticed you here flicked closed as the demon looked down at you. He was long and lean and muscled. Just like the guy you'd been tricked by. Your fingertips flexed into his skin, like trying to prove he was real. 

“I-” you opened your mouth to respond and words failed you. 

“Take your time,” a slow drawl - were demons usually southern? - spilled from his lips. His fingers were gentle, sharp nail tips against your skin without pressing. 

“Sacrifice,” the word blurted from your face. 

“Oh, are you now? Willing or unwilling?” 

He seemed like he was joining in a joke that only you were privy to. 

“Un… they said they needed a virgin…” you felt tears welling in your eyes. Now the anger and fear were gone it was just betrayal. 

“Odd… no not you, nothing for you to cry about. I've never been particular about experience. I wonder what book they got ahold of.” 

You didn't even notice his hands were stroking your arms, his heat soothing the goosebumps on your arms. 

“A bad translation,” you muttered. 

They looked at you, surprised, before a laugh so abrupt you wondered if they knew what was funny. 

“You know, don't you? And they wanted me to what, eat you? And not even in the fun way, I'd bet.” He winked then, and you felt warmth spread through your body. 

You nodded, feeling the flush spread through your cheeks and the warmth coil in your stomach while your pulse moved lower through your body.

“You're something else though, aren't you?

Your arousal was impossible to hide. Wet and warm and dripping against the demon's thigh. You tried to pull away but his arm around your waist held tight, his claws scraping against your skin just enough to make your mouth drop open in a gasp. 

“They picked you as a virgin sacrifice?” He cooed, bending to nose against your ear. A shiver shot through you, raising goosebumps despite the new coursing warmth, “Fuck that, I'd have kept you all for myself. I s'pose I should thank them for handing you over so easily.” 

You whined at the feel of his breath on your ear, of the feeling of his tongue against your earlobe, pulling it into his mouth. Those razor teeth poked at your ear and you pressed your hard nipples against him. 

“There, there,” he crooned. His hand on your waist stroked up your back, along your spine. 

You heard, faintly, the sounds of people in the other room. The double doors separating the study from the living room had been left ajar by the escape of the people who'd decided to sacrifice you. A breeze blew in on crisp October air from the open windows. 

“Someone will see,” you hissed. 

His hand cupped the back of your head. “I'd ask if that was such a bad thing normally,” his squeeze on the back of your neck silenced your blooming objection, “but I want your first time all to myself. They don't deserve this.” 

Your lips parted at the sudden confirmation that he was going to claim you. 

“If that's what you want,” he murmured in the most amused tone you'd heard before your lips locked onto his. 

He seemed as surprised as you that you initiated the kiss. He recovered much faster than you though. A forked tongue swept into your mouth, tracing along the line of yours and then wrapping and squeezing. You felt arousal leaking as you imagined what that tongue could do wrapped around your clit instead of your tongue. You gave a shuddering snap of your hips and felt the grip on the back of your neck move to your hair. 

He pulled your hair, dragging you down. His other arm released your own and pressed against your back. He lowered you to the ground, scooped your leg to wrap around his waist while you humped into him desperately. You whined when his mouth released yours. 

“There, there, Lamb.” You blushed at the pet name. At the casual reference to your sacrificial status. “I need my mouth if I'm to eat you properly. There will be time for me to fuck your tongue with mine later.” 

He pressed you down and hooked the leg that was over his waist to his shoulder. The stretch he forced you into was intense. But it felt more than worth it when his forked tongue pressed against your clit and strummed it like a guitar string. 

And you sang for him. You moaned so loudly that you tried to cover your face with your hands. He reached with his unoccupied hand to pin yours to the ground. 

And then his tongue stroked from your hole to your clit and you saw stars. It took everything in you not to blow then and there. Instead you waited another second until he took your clit between his lips and hummed.

He thrust his tongue into you while you came, the obscene noises almost ruining you again. You could feel his tongue flexing inside of you, thrumming against a spot that never failed to bring you through completion during your hour long self-care sessions when you were allowed solitude in your dorm. 

He sucked and licked until your swollen clit twitched and you cried for mercy. Then he threw both of your thighs over his shoulders. 

“A delightful appetizer. I'm so looking forward to the main course.” 

He dove back into your pussy and your legs clenched around his head as your hands gripped the swooping horns which felt conveniently placed as handles. 

[pombonpurin]

オリジナルTVアニメ「勇気爆発バーンブレイバーン」Memories of Deathdrives～Cupiditas～

[somelazyassartist]

Okay so I've got two Reborn characters that are pretty much the exact opposite of each other and I want to play both of them so so bad,,,,, first I've got Nameless™ who's just a little guy he's just a little guy with no memories he's a sweetheart he's just a little sweetheart guy who happens to be a transgender robot with a big big hammer. And then you've got nameless (NOT "™" I literally just haven't given this guy a name yet) who's a fucking bastard. I hate this man. He died because of his own hubris and lack of care for others and now he's a 24k gold-plated sack of shit because he was too stupid to put guard rails over his stupid fucking vat of melted gold and also he's a motherfucker and I'd say I want him dead if he wasn't already. I love both of them.

[bai-xue]

My newest piece, “St Wealth, or Cupiditas, patron saint of the prosperity gospel”

I had a lot of fun with this one, but it took me a long while because I was teaching myself quite a few things on SAI along the way.

For the uncensored version, you can see it for free on my patreon

or buy it on redbubble!

[blasphemousfungus]

Art Fight attack against @carnycavalcade of their OCs Eclipse, Fastus, Libidine, and Cupiditas! God I wish that was me...

[williamdavidebriophotocracy]

"In Torso Cupiditas", performing Antonio, Baronissi (SA) 2020.

“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.” ― Sigmund Freud

“It is perhaps little wonder that the end of Victorianism almost exactly coincided with the invention of psychoanalysis.” ― Bill Bryson, At Home: A Short History of Private Life

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[wesenthatgobumpinthenight]

We know from Grimm canon that Wesen in the past were deified as gods by humanity; the Ataktose Fuse/Bestia Festiva, for example, was the inspiration for the god Dionysus in the Grimm-verse.

It’s something I want to explore a bit more in my fanfic; based on that canon information, we can infer that other kinds of Wesen inspired the other Olympian gods, some possible examples being:

Eros/Cupid--> Cupiditas

Pan--> Ziegevolk

Hecate--> Hexenbiest (and as an aside, the Empousai are confirmed in the series to be wesen, as well)

Then there are stories of demigods/heroes, who could have been either Wesen of their own, or Grimms.

There’s probably a lot more I can think of, but for now that’s about it.