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[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Robert A. Johnson - She: Understanding Feminine Psychology - Perennial Library - 1977 (cover design by Margo Herr)

[silentgravesdontexist]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲

"I'd like to have..."

"One matcha latte with a slice of dark chocolate shortcake?"

"...what? I- how did you know my order?"

"Its what you always have."

"But what if I wanted something else?"

"Oh, really?"

"...no."

"It'll be ready in 15."

[marrowsucker]

Found in one of my great grandmother’s books. She collected anything she found interesting and it’s likely the writing in pencil is not hers. I can’t make out the annotator’s name, but they seem to have written the phrase, “Cupid came and caught one” many times throughout the book. Perhaps they turned to a book of mythology for romantic advice. The annotations also label one illustration of Themis as “Mamie”.

[eyeris-moni]

Worried

Hallo >:3c I did finish this small snippet of writing ovo)b

Characters: Cupid and Slender

One shot!

Summary:

Cupid visits his old friend to catch up and ask for a favor.

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Cupid pulled out the cigar from his mouth, with one last exhale. Then without flinching, the huge looming cryptid put it out in his own palm.

The illuminating embers from the cigar were choked out, leaving a trail of smoke, before Cupid slipped the remaining cigar into an inner pocket for later.

The handle clicked, causing the old wooden door to faintly creak on its hinges as it pushed open and revealed the entirely pitch black hallway beyond the door frame.

Without knocking on the door in front of him, he quietly tried the handle.

If he was welcomed, he'd be let in after all. Besides, there was no reason to wake anyone up by making unnecessary sounds, late into the night. An attentive, and easily alarmed bunch these residents were.

Cupid bowed to fit through the door, however once he was inside there was plenty of space to stand upright in. He closed the door behind him as quietly as he could, scanning the interior over.

In these last couple of years, Cupid had visited this mansion much more frequently, yet it was still infrequent enough that he wasn't used to the place.

Both in terms of the layout and look of the mansion, but of how it felt.

Or perhaps– there was no individual life beneath that old, dark wallpaper. Maybe it was simply an extension of The Slenderman himself.

How this place was less of an inanimate object and almost a living, shifting creature. So large that you didn’t notice its heartbeat and breathing unless you paid close attention to detail.

Cupid had never asked about it.

He did however know that if he was allowed inside, then Slender would most likely allow him into the basement too.

Where else was Cupid supposed to be? Roam around on his own in the mansion with all of Slender's kids? As if the ancient being would ever let him do so for long.

Cupid as an entity was tolerated, but clearly not entirely trusted with the other residents' safety.

He stopped by the one door which had a doorknob instead of a handle.

Walking through the dark hallway, the carpet beneath muffled his steps completely. The rug had likely seen far better days, being that it was stained with blood and mud. Cupid's gaze drifted from door to door, yellow eyes searching for the right one to go through.

Well, to call it a door knob, might be a bit generous.

The dark, knotted bundle of roots did look like a sphere, if you squinted.

Cupid was pretty sure this hadn't been where this door had been last, but he didn't remember for sure.

What he did remember though, was that this doorknob always led him to Slender; to the basement.

The wooden steps creaked beneath his large size. Not particularly loudly, but it was very audible in this silence.

Cupid did enjoy it, back out amongst humans, he was inconveniently large. That being said, it did take a moment to adjust to the new scale.

Cupid's clawed hand rested on the tall bannister as he walked.

The room, the steps, the bannister - it was all made for something much larger than a mere human. It was taller, sturdy - made for something as large as them to be comfortable in.

'What are you doing here.' Slender's voice rung in his head, as soon as his shoe touched the flooring. 

Roots hung from the ceiling in such numbers that they practically made up the ceiling as well. Cupid eyed them, knowing that if anyone unwelcomed somehow managed to find their way here, they would not survive those.

As unassuming and still as they looked, they could strike and wrap like starving snakes.

Behind the stairs, at the seating area, the familiar face– or well, the familiar lack of face, remained seated in the dark red armchair. The lamp beside Slender illuminated his elongated frame in a warm, orange glow.

"Must I always come with a reason~?", Cupid's deep voice called back, as he pinpointed Slender's location in the basement.

The tall pale creature had its head turned down to the pages of a book, despite having no visible eyes to read the words with

'Yes.' Slender said.

Judging from the quiet, somewhat relaxed monotone of Slender's voice, Cupid assumed he wasn't in a bad mood currently. Which was good - Cupid would much prefer catching him in a decent mood, especially when he was here to ask something of Slender.

"I bring new books", Cupid hummed. He reached a hand into the large fluff around his neck, to pull out one after the other, stacking them in his free hand.

"Here you are", Cupid said, placing them on the table, before he sat down on the couch opposite Slender.

To this, Slender slightly lowered the books, turning his blank face towards Cupid. He didn't say anything as Cupid kept piling though.

'Extra books', Slender noted.

"Is there?", Cupid asked, pretending he didn't know. He did know, of course.

'The same as last you asked', Slender said, sliding a bookmark into the book on his hand, before he put it away.

Cupid shifted on the couch and laid down in the furniture, which pleasantly could fit the entirety of his tall and broad size.

"How has it been?",  Cupid asked, making himself comfortable.

"Really, nothing has changed?", Cupid asked curiously, "what about your new resident?". He had noticed the familiar aura, somewhere above them.

Slender grabbed the top book from the pile. He looked it over, then put it down, before checking the next.

'Mhn. Yes.', Slender confirmed, 'Jeff moved Raz in'.

Cupid looked over at him and raised an eyebrow.

"I sense you might not agree with that decision?", Cupid hummed. Of course Slender had accept to some degree. Had he not wanted it, the colorful bunny cryptid would not be inside the mansion.

Cupid's yellow eyes drifted back to the expressionless face.

Slender placed the next book down on his second pile a bit harder.

His hand stayed on top of it for a moment.

The conversation paused for a moment.

"You feel complicated about it?", Cupid gently ventured to guess.

'...I might have taken too long', Slender said.

Cupid let out a low, drawn out hum.

He had asked Slender about this 'Raz' before. Such as, why Raz was living outside the mansion, even outside the clearing, which was likely the safest place in the forest.

Slender wasn't a doting guardian, but he never seemed picky about the company he adopted. 

Back then, Slender had cited Raz's power as being an issue - a worrying mixture with the household. Cupid could see sense in that.

And yet an entity as friendly as Raz hadn't been taken in.

As much as Slender never really said it, he wanted to make sure the entities were safe here. It was the reason he had made a home here in the first place, Cupid was pretty sure.

"You feel bad about not taking the kid in sooner", Cupid said, brushing his golden claws through his neck fluff. "But likewise, taking him in earlier might have caused issues with the other kids.

I think you did the right thing, waiting as much as seemed right", Cupid noted. 

Slender finally moved his hands onwards, to look through the rest of the pile of books.

Sometimes Slender seemingly wanted to say something, but then he wouldn't.

For some reason, Slender preferred halting the entire conversation, instead of perhaps, lying or sidestepping the issue. It was charming in its own right.

He'd just be silent, as if the words would eventually and naturally come out, but Cupid was used to them simply not doing so.

Cupid had over their relationship just gotten used to guessing what Slender was thinking. It worked fine most of the time.

'Jeff did not agree. He thinks I've been waiting too long', Slender remarked, as he checked the next book over.

'I suppose so', Slender answered, '... Did you buy this book from a library?', he asked as one of his thin fingers brushed over the library scan code.

"Times feel longer to mortals after all", Cupid said, "he's seeing it from a much slower point of view". The way humans thought about things, oftentimes clashed with the way entities like him and Slender did.

"Besides, it's not as if you can change the past - just make the most out of the present. Raz doesn't strike me as someone who is hard to please", Cupid said, ignoring Slender's question.

'Cupid.'

Cupid figured Slender probably didn't indeed. From what Cupid understood, Slender was not a huge proponent of stealing.

"Yes?",

'Did you... ', he removed his hand from the scan code. 'Perhaps I don't want to know', Slender corrected himself. He leaned back in his arm chair finally, hands folded in his lap.

'Thank you', Slender said.

'Oh you're welcome - most of the books really weren't difficult to locate", Cupid teased and waved the matter away with his hand.

Slender of course hadn’t been thanking him for the books, but neither of them remarked on it.

'How have you been?', Slender asked in turn.

"Very well - My latest fascination caused some rather big trouble up north", Cupid sighed. His deep voice immediately took on a pleased, dreamy quality to it. "It got a bit messy, but I don't really control the direction of the force", he chuckled humored.

Cupid looked at the ceiling, then closed his eyes halfway, "Oh, you should've seen it. Not that it would have been your taste, of course", Cupid grinned.

To Cupid, this was his purpose, his everything. The continued steps that made immortality worth living. But to Slender, it was likely nothing at all.

"Mhn?",

He hummed pleased, letting his eyes fully shut as he recalled the event that had gone down mere hours before.

Cupid pressed his palms together, feeling the light electricity beneath his skin that made his hands vibrate.

The rush of adrenaline and excitement.

'And?',

'Are you not going to elaborate?', Slender asked. Cupid turned his head towards him slightly, opening one eye, 

"oh, I didn't want to bother you. Do you want to hear about it?", he offered. 

'It would not bother me', Slender simply said. 

Cupid grinned appreciatively at the ancient creature's attempt to be social. It didn't used to be like this, but now it was. He appreciated the indulgence, even if Slender got nothing out of it.

About how love felt - how it flavored and entangled all other feelings one felt. Like instruments of an orchestra it harmonized and played into each other as the emotions kept swelling.

It didn't matter that Slender didn't talk much, nor that he had nothing much to add or comment on when Cupid talked. Once Cupid started talking about this particular topic, he could go on and on and on.

And oh, how he did.

How he loved it. 

How each time Cupid shot someone, he felt how his own blood fractionated itself in his target’s veins- felt how the individual's personality dictated the narrative- dictated the direction and flow of love.

He felt it pulse,

connect,

In a way only true emotion could do, between living people. 

How Cupid loved feeling the sensation of thousands of moths flutter, crawl and writhe beneath his skin– between layers of flesh until–

The glow from his yellow eyes reflected in his gold claws.

Cupid pushed the back of his hand against his mouth, silencing himself from his continued talking.

He let out a muffled chuckle between closed lips.

"Mhn, I best not indulge too much right now", Cupid breathed out, finally noticing just how much his voice seemed to vibrate. 

He looked over at Slender, who patiently and quietly sat there, watching him.

It was reassuring, knowing someone else could've helped out, if Cupid ever did slip. 

'Sounds very foreign', Slender said.

Cupid let out a laugh at the notion, "It is, I am sure", he agreed. 

Getting to talk about these sorts of things was not something Cupid did frequently. Not because he was like Slender and didn't talk much, but more so because he didn't have anyone else he talked to about matters like this. 

Well, it likely didn't matter much.

Despite their differences, Slender was the oldest friend Cupid had. There was an unspoken deep trust and comfort in that - even when Slender didn’t seem to care about Cupid.

It was nice, calming. Not that Cupid had been scared or uncomfortable per say, something had just--...

'I would not mind', Slender answered. 

"Would you mind if I stayed a couple of hours?", Cupid finally revealed the reason he was here.

This was by no means an odd request - usually he stayed here for a couple of hours anyway. However, Cupid didn’t want to simply assume as much.

Cupid smiled and nodded, "appreciated. I promise you I won't be extending my visit further - I need to cocoon soon anyway~", he said, before sitting up briefly to slip his shoes off.

'What are you doing here?', Slender asked, once more asking the initial question he had greeted Cupid with.

He grabbed another pillow, placing it under his broad back to lay better.  Cupid was going to fully enjoy being able to simply lay on a couch that could fit him.

Cupid closed his eyes, "I just needed a place to retreat to", he finally answered.

'Why', Slender asked. 

"Because of the mess up north that I told you about", Cupid snickered gently.

There was a brief silence. It wasn't tense, simply the kind of silence that frequently happened when calmly talking to Slender.

Eventually Slender picked up his book again.

'You do not usually retreat like that after shooting someone.

From what you described about this incident, I see no reason why that would have changed', Slender remarked. 

The comment caught Cupid a bit off guard, mostly because he was surprised that Slender seemed to have listened enough to take note of such.

Cupid's gaze simply stared at Slender for a moment, thinking about what to answer.

He hummed thoughtfully.

"After incidents like these, I tend to get a bit...", Cupid trailed off, thinking about how to put it. Slender likely already knew what he meant though. "Excited, euphoric", he settled on. Slender gave off a faint nod, or at least Cupid thought he might have. "However, as the full moon is approaching, I am feeling a bit less focused and in control than usual from this high", he said. "It's not a big deal - in fact it's rather pleasant, feeling it permeate", Cupid grinned. 

He lifted a clawed hand, scratching his nose bridge. 

"Normally I would simply find a good spot and cocoon before time", he said, then paused thoughtfully. "But I'm getting the feeling I shouldn't. My gut says something is off. So I thought I'd stop by here and calm down a bit - clear my head, so to speak".

His words made Slender look up from his book again,

'What seems to be 'off'?', Slender inquired.

Cupid's brows knitted together, as if thinking about it a bit more thoroughly. He hummed slowly. "Mhn-", he snapped his fingers, "like I'm being watched - but not in a good way", Cupid said.

'what would 'being watched in a good way' even– don't answer', Slender once more corrected himself.

Cupid chuckled, "I don’t suppose I am feeling afraid but...", he tapped his claws against his chin, "I don't feel as safe as normally. That's all", he shrugged.

'Are you being hunted?', Slender asked bluntly.

"I haven't sensed anyone, so I doubt that. However my judgment right now is not at its best~", Cupid did agree, "I don't think it's an issue as long as I get time to clear my mind a bit".

'And how do you suppose you will do that, when a full moon is approaching.', Slender asked.

Cupid eyed Slender and offered him a slightly warmer smile, "There's still time. I have time to find somewhere to rest. Even if one of those cryptid killers found me, it's not like I am defenseless while in my cocoon", he shrugged.

There was another moment of silence.

'You are not cautious enough', Slender said.

"What's that, are you worried about me~?", Cupid chuckled and winked.

Cupid was about to continue talking before he paused, seeming to take in the answer. Huh.

'Yes.', Slender said.

He smiled, flattered and appreciative, "Ah", he breathed out, "I'm sure I'll be fine, Slender".

'Where do you plan on hibernating?', Slender continued nonetheless.

Cupid inhaled slowly, knowing that the other cryptid likely wouldn't be satisfied with his answer, "I haven't really thought about it - somewhere isolated".

'Somewhere unplanned, unprotected and isolated from aid.', Slender rephrased.

"Say, what's that book you're reading?", Cupid said, nudging his head in the direction of the book that Slender hadn't turned a single page off, ever since he had picked it up again. Cupid’s very blunt way of changing the subject was not accepted though.

'Cupid.', Slender said firmly.

"What is it?", Cupid’s eyebrow raised in both a teasing, yet challenging manner, "what exactly do you want me to do about it, hm~?".

Slender paused - Cupid waited patiently.

Slender hadn't always been this worried about these sorts of hunters. While Cupid liked the idea that Slender just suddenly cared for him enough to be so concerned, he did get the impression that that wasn't entirely the case. Slender knew something he didn’t.

And Cupid was certainly curious about it.

'You could stay here for this full moon', Slender offered.

Cupid laughed humored and suddenly at the unpredicted offer.

It seemed like an absurd offer.

Interesting.

Huh.

Interesting.

Slender had never offered something like that and Cupid had never stayed over like that. 

What was it Slender worried so much about, that suddenly made it acceptable for Cupid to be near his children?

It tickled his mind, intrigued him greatly. Cupid wanted to understand him.

"I could, If you think that's a good idea", Cupid said. He wasn't going to say no to an offer of being around Slender.

Even if he had felt entirely safe outside these forests, he was far too curious. In a way, he suspected that Slender knew this too and used it to his advantage.

Slender turned his face to his book, seemingly signaling that he was going back to reading.

Cupid stared at him for a long while, curious eyes drawn to the lack of expression.

This was nice. He liked this changing personality of Slender's. Obviously in part for selfish reasons - it clearly seemed to benefit Cupid.

It suited Slender to care more, to care for others. 

But a life without care, a life without love was hollow. It was nothing.

So despite Cupid not understanding, he could appreciate that Slender signaled that this was of importance to him.

Cupid stared at the ceiling, closing his eyes.

It really made Slender a lot more lovable in turn as well.

[fuzzybluebirdbanana]

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

[tippilo]

✨Read Chapter 28 on AO3✨

Pairing: Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hermione should have died at the Battle of Department of Mysteries. Falling through the veil should have killed her, everyone knew that. Instead, she found herself hurled into the past and her new life became entwined with the young, handsome, charming Tom Riddle.

Tom couldn't keep his eyes off her. The witch had secrets, an enigma that he couldn't wrap his head around. He found himself fixated. Obsessed. He wanted to trap the lion in a cage and uncover everything she kept hidden.

Features: Time travel/AU⏳, possessive/protective/obsessive/jealous Tom🥀, Tom/Hermione attend Hogwarts together🪄, Hermione can think for herself🧠, angst and drama🎭, humorous moments🤭, Tom Riddle who can be fluffy☁️, eventual smut/spice🌶️, eventual romance❤️‍🔥

[achy-boo]

𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗

With the mask

Neka I used

Full name: Morte Garridan

Name meaning: Morte means death in Italian and Portuguese or River in France

Garridan means Descendant of Gerard of English Origin

Gender: male

Age: 28

Sexuality: bisexual but he is a closet in Poly

Species: Undead fallen Vessel

Personality: Morte is an observant type of guy. He just stand or sit on something and just watch the movements of other people. Morte is very sweet and very genuine guy who wants to help his baby cousin and her entire family that has her friends in it. However He is a undead vessel, meaning he was sacrificed to an demon named Alaza(He's Daemons' infertile twin). So he won't be merciful when it came to removing any..'bugs' who choose death.

Likes: His Baby cousin(Night) and her friends.Morte is surprisingly good at being a bodyguard, a bartender and yet he is a person that will always kept secrets for his loved ones sakes, killing when provoked, quiet places, Cuddles(Morte is a sucker for cuddles), alternative music and music that made him feel like a serial killer. He also like Daemon since the older demon is more tame than Alaza. He likes his jobs but it only depends on how the day goes and what is his current mood. Morte smokes but he only smoke weed.

Dislikes: Alaza's teasings. That is only reason why Morte sometimes despise Alaza is that his teasings will made the emotionless undead vessel's mood/day worse. He never like tears on his baby's cousin's eyes. He knew her other friends are tough but they do cry with Night. Drinking. All it took Morte to completely stop drinking..is Night's dreadful and pale facial expression (He vowed to not drink again for Night's sake). His mother (He never have a GREAT relationship with her. Since all she is do is hoe around and slept with other men. Was thankful that his dad divorced his mother). Whining (He hates it and it hurts his ears), his privacy being invading (Remember the saying 'Respect other people's privacy'? Yea..Do that to him on purpose and he will hate your guts)

Voice Claims

Japanese: Kira Sumeragi from Uta no Prince Sama

English: Zero Kiryu from Vampire Knight

Facts

-He can sing but he rarely sings in front of strangers

-He used to be a model

-He mostly speaks in Japanese more than English

-His glare is..nightmare fuel

-In the blood red moon, his eyes turn dark red

-He mostly seen at graveyards

-He has a younger brother and younger sister

-He rarely talks about his personal life

-His birthday is October 25 making him a Scorpio

Without Mask

@dxmoness @lxdymoon0357 @writerig @juvellianovo @primordixl @anxious-twisted-vampire @lvmxlee @yevene @dion-s-lawyer @inkybloom-luv

[wtfyukii]

[petsincollections]

Joys of Halloween be yours, ca. 1909

Embossed postcard titled "The Joys of Halloween be Yours" depicting Cupid looking up at the face of a witch in the moon while a bat and an owl fly about a starry sky. Postmaked October 29, 1909 and copyrighted by L. R. Conwell the same year, this card was sent by Lollie (?) from Richmond, Virginia to Mr. Joseph L. Rhein in Baltimore, Maryland. The main topic is the poor health of Mame. Compare this postcard with that of item scgc0176, which was sent to the same person on the same day from the same city.

Greeting Cards from Holidays Past Collection - Enoch Pratt Free Library

Digital Maryland

[icelogged]

i haven’t gotten to be a bookblr (?) girlie in a bit so lets gooooooo (some quotes detail sexual abuse)

“Suffering feels religious if you do it right”. Chelsea Hodson, Tonight I'm Someone Else: Essays

“How perverse is his glee? / To pick feathers from angels / For a wank bank of sufferings” CUPIDCORE, currently untitled [unreleased]

“I take my suffering like a martyr because it’s all I got

Who am I without my sufferings? /Who are you if you don’t get to watch? / My eyes to heaven / Mouth hanging open / My knees shred on hard ground— / Spit running down my chin now / Hand like a gun to the back of my head / Guiding me / ‘This is worship’ / ‘This is how to pray’— / Grunting loud now / All mean / Louder than the slop and choking / Promises to tear me a new one / And stick your fingers there— / Salt instead of sugar / I swallow like Agnes anyway— / Still looking up / Towards heaven’s gate— / As above so below /Flowing sticky hot heat / Why does the body betray / Those who carry it— / Behold; it’s little death / Seeing white again— / A shake signalling divine violence—/ Dying Martyr or Living God?— / Your three-headed Lamb” CUPIDCORE, A Love Like God’s Ⅱ [unreleased]

(edited) “One thing or the other: either the taboo holds good, in which case the experience does not occur, or if it does, only furtively, outside the field of awareness; or it does not hold good—“.

“—As far as science is concerned, the taboo is not justified, it is pathological, neurotic. It is seen from outside: in our own personal experiences— we see it as a neurotic phenomenon— an outside mechanism intruding on our consciousness. This— does not do away with the experience. Instead it minimizes its significance”.

“Hence when the historian, the psychiatrist or the psychoanalyst describe taboos and transgressions, they are only described objectively”. Not as a real functioning organ or tumour left untreated <-crazygirlpilledcore

[saemisic]

OO2. WELCOME TO CUPiDS LiBRARY

PLEASE do not copy, translate, plagiarize or repost any of my work !

ARROW 01. THE COLLECTIVE

01. REACTIONS

h.s.k.t — hyung line, fluff !

02. CANONS

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03. SCENARIOS

girl dad enha — hyung line, fluff !

— makane line ver (4/14/25) stay tuned

ARROW 02. INDIVIDUALS

LEE HEESEUNG (이희승)

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PARK JAY/JONGSEONG (박종성)

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SIM JAKE/JAEYUN (심재윤)

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KIM SEONWOO (김선우)

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YANG JUNGWON (양정원)

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NISHIMURA RI-KI (西村 力)

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[milo-the-crotonian]

Sonnet 32: Ignited Arrowtips

Oh, thy shaft have stung me now, killer Love,

With an acute twang straight from your longbow.

Your phoenix-feather dart wizzed high above

My heart, to my mind, with a swift deathblow.

In those fields all aflame with roses, bright

As a slick of blood, trampled by my feet

To the walled-off end, as Love gave to flight:

I, trappèd in the mud, swoon to defeat.

But am I just the straw practice target

Frozen in your aim, shot at year ‘pon year,

As if in a game lost when we forget

To pluck the arrows from the wounds we bear.

No! I yell, as to the cold ground I fell,

All pierced with pins and strings, to rise and fail.

[cupid4hae]

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riize kissing you randomly!

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[satorena]

taking nerdjo’s glasses while you’re riding 🥸

cw. 18+. semi public sex. sub undertones. breeding kink.

“—ohhhh fuckkkkk,”

he doesn’t understand it— any of it. he doesn’t understand how he, of all people, managed to get you. the it girl on campus— with pretty hairstyles and cutesy nails, flocks of both girls and boys crawling after you for the slightest bit of your attention, is somehow interested in the least known guy around— the lanky, socially awkward physics teacher assistant with fading digimon stickers glued to the back of his worn down computer.

gojo assumes he’s experiencing one hell of a good dream. that’s the only way to explain the insatiable feeling of wet heat enveloping his aching dick. it’s the only way to explain the pornographic sounds of skin slapping echoing in this empty library. it’s the only way to explain why his balls are begging for release with each grind of needy hips rocking against his own.

he doesn’t want to wake up. he feels the cheap fabric of carpet beneath his fingernails from digging them into the floor. his knuckles are turning white from how hard he’s clenching. there’s an abnormal tightening of a knot in his guts begging to be snapped. he can feel beads of sweat forming at his hairline and his foggy glasses are slipping past his nose bridge uncomfortably—

but he doesn’t want to wake up.

planted on the heels of whatever latest trendy shoes you own, you’re riding his cock as if he were your lifeline. god you feel divine— your folds swallowing him into your cunt with such ease and precision, walls clenching down the moment he’s balls deep. he can feel your acrylics scratching at his undercut with one hand while the other holds your body steady down his thigh.

gojo doesn’t think he’s breathing, and frankly, isn’t sure if he wants to. you’re reckless— moaning freely in the emptiness of the establishment and right into the shell of his ear as if your birthright, careless of the thuds of heavy textbooks hitting the floor. there’s a crease in your brows and your jaw hangs slack, glossy lips parted as they release the hymns of your cries,

“—so deep, can feel you in my stomach!”

your tits bounce in clockwise motions. you’d freed yourself from your top sometime between the flirting behind bookshelves and his pikachu drawls dropping down to the floor. the sound of your pussy squelching with every bounce is a memory he wouldn’t forget even on his death bed— cunt so wet he can hardly feel his own dick in you.

the pad of your thumb grazes his bottom lip, and you lean forward to catch it between yours. he’s frozen stiff— the slip of your tongue in his mouth, your overwhelming sweetness invading his senses. he’s moaning pathetically, growing some security in the muffled sounds, so overstimulated by this insatiable pleasure that his arms start to feel weak.

your tongue swipes at his lips before nibbling on the flesh, “—taste so good,” he feels your lips mouthing against his own, and wishes he was able to focus for a split second on what you told him, but the ache in balls are a telltale that this euphoric dream is drawing to an end.

he squints his eyes shut. he tries to focus on the latest chapter of his latest obsession manga and theories he’s conspired. he recalls the sneak of his wrinkly old professor’s ass crack from his early lecture. he thinks back on this auction he’s seen online for retro limited edition video games. did he ever end up submitting that biochem lab assignment due—

“gojo.”

he snaps his eyes open. he didn’t realize he’d clenched his entire facial muscles until the moment he was able to see you again— only releasing those muscles feeling tightness in his cheeks (amongst other places)(read: his cock).

you’ve slowed down your pace. you’ve switched your movements from bounces to grinding. he can feel his tip prodding at your gummy walls. your breath fans his cupid’s bow and he’s only now noticing how close in proximity you both are. he can feel your heartbeat against his chest, and he’s positive you can feel his stomach clenching against your own.

he begins to feel more of your body weight on his, a feeling he definitely wants to get accustomed to, as you shift from your feet to your knees. your hand on his thigh trails upwards past his trail of hair, sliding up past the ridges of his abs, over the planes of his chest and meet at his nape with its other duo. there’s an aroma of vanilla and cherries exuding off you—

heisenburg’s uncertainty principle. star wars mandalorian culture. the roswell ufo incident. fucking neon genesis evangelion’s a cruel angel’s thesis—

“you don’t like me?” you ask him, all doey eyed like. it doesn’t sound like a legitimate question, but his ‘huh’ does draw more into a whine when you intentionally clamp down on his dick. he doesn’t miss the mischievous glint in your eyes.

gojo bites down on his lower lip, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. his body releases a shudder at the chills creeping up his spine when you trace a finger down the slope of his neck, “w-what?” he asks weakly, huffing as his toes curl in his socks.

this time, you cock your head just barely to the side, and he watches your gaze trail from his lips to his eyes and back to his lips. despite the agonizingly slow pace, you never stop riding him. his cock is still graced by your warmth, still snatching his soul through his slit. your lashes bat twice before glancing back up at his eyes.

“you don’t like me.” you’re not asking this time, your tone dripping in seduction and like a fool, finds himself swayed. you’re teasing him— he can see it in the way the corner of your lips quirk into your infamous smile. you’ve got him wrapped all around your pretty finger— he knows it and you definitely know it.

as if he was anybody to not like you. your ass cheeks clench when you drive your body forward, gripping on his cock so tight he can feel the wind knocked out his lungs, “no! are you, ngh, crazy— of course i do—”

“because i like you.” it falls short of a whisper, but the vibrations of your words against his lips shoot right to his heart and balls, and he knows his blotchy cheeks are now flushed red for an entirely different reason.

he answers faster than his mind can process, his stomach jumping with butterflies and an oncoming orgasm. your eyes won’t leave his— like a deceiving siren baring deep into his soul and rendering him vulnerable before consuming his entire being. not too far from his reality, hips bucking upwards as desperately as possible to emphasize his immediate answer, “i like you too—”

“you won’t look at me,” gojo hadn’t realized he shied away from your gaze, pouring his entire focus on not spilling both his heart and cum right into you, “talk to me.”

“i-it’s just, um,” he tries to flick his eyes back onto yours, but you’re still staring so intensely behind siren eyes and still rocking your hips. your fluids drip past your cunt and down his sack, before staining the carpet, “i’m a—mmph, nobody and you’re— well, you’re you,” he feels a hot tongue glide over the accumulated sweat on his neck and humps up again, “y’re just so pretty and every time i look at you i get the urge to c-cum but,” your teeth sink into his jugular before nibbling and he whines, throwing his head back, “i want— need you to cum first. . .”

there’s a beat of silence for a while. you’ve even halted your grinding altogether. he prays to god he didn’t mess up the one good thing that’s happened to him in all his twenty one years of living. you’ve even popped his now bruised skin from your lips— hovering right over the mark you left on him. pleasure licks at his limbs feverishly, back arching in hopes to dig even deeper (if possible) in your pussy.

you pull away from his neck and the tip of your nose is back to grazing his own. your usually styled hair is now a mess, your skin dampening from moisture and your lip gloss now swapped for your and his saliva— your overall classic, picture perfect image completely abandoned,

and he doesn’t think you’ve looked any prettier.

“so,” you draw out, freeing a hand from his locks to graze over the throbbing love bite at his neck. gojo sniffs, pushing his foggy glasses back up on his bridge with the back of his hand, and you caress the throbbing flesh, “the problem is when you look huh. . .?”

his neck is suddenly released from blissful torture and he feels his frames coming off his face from no effort of his own. his vision slowly fades and his pupils dilate to accommodate to his now poor quality of sight, “what are you—”

and his breath hitches. he can only make out your shape through your sinful curves but there’s no mistake from your silhouette— your hands, now holding his glasses hostage, press at his chest, “trust me,” you apply firm pressure from your palms to his upper body, and he feels himself sinking into the floor, back meeting the dirty carpet.

trust you? he’d lay his life on the line for a woman like you.

his fingers spread as his palms face the sky, and his breath staggered. the bookshelves, windows and study rooms are all blurry as fuck— which is both off putting and extremely risky since library hours were still valid at this time, but despite it all, it felt as if he could see you clear as day. gojo would usually never put his academics on the line, but he couldn’t deny the thrill of possibly getting caught having sex with the finest girl in school in a public library had his cock twitching incessantly.

god, he is just so happy to be here.

your fingers slide his glasses atop your nose bridge, and your cheeks split into a cheeky smile, hips beginning to roll back into their previous tempo. he feels your hands grabbing his own, before resting them at your hips. he’s a greedy man, and since the opportunity may only come once in his lifetime, he slides his hands further to your ass., and with a gulp, grabs the flesh greedily. damn— it hardly fits in his palms.

there’s a symphony of moans coming from you both when you lift your hips up, and it’s downright disgusting how turned on he gets at your essence trickling down his shaft and past his balls. your pussy lips drool and latch onto his tip tightly, before entirely releasing him and slipping your hand between your thighs. you kneed his nuts, fondling the testicles between your digits expertly and his back arches off the floor, “shouldn’t be an issue anymore, yeah?” you hum.

“y-yeah— oh god, yes,” gojo nods dumbly, toes curling in his socks as you proceed to stroke his cock. his tip is weeping in pre cum blended with your own wetness, and the faster you flick your wrist, the tighter his stomach contracts. he’s lasted quite some time now, considering this being his first time and all, but there’s only so much a man can hold back. his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into the mounds of your ass as his hips chase after your touch with every stroke. “w-wait, fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“yeah?” you encourage him, hunching just over his weeping dick, still holding him at his base. you drag his tip in between your lips, back and forth, while your other hand feels him up at his abs. “where do you wanna finish? on my face?” he whines, mindlessly humping and your smirk deepens as you slowly sink down, “on my tits?” gojo shakes his head, and feels drool coming from the corner of his lips. his limbs are on fire and his groin feels like it’s on the verge of explosion, “on my ass?” you’re about halfway down, “or. . . inside?”

“please,” he doesn’t care if he’s begging. snowy lashes bat open as his teary unfocused eyes adjust to the dimmed lights. even your silhouette is sexy, “please lemme cum inside, i-i’ll do anything.”

“hmm, anything?” you purr, knees finally hitting the floor as you straddle him once more. he lets out a guttural groan at the familiar feel of your silky walls entrapping his cock. his mind is fucking hazy and despite never having consuming alcohol, he feels drunk.

“yes,” he pleads, rolling his hips impossibly deeper into you, euphoric pleasure shooting in his bloodstream, “a-anything you want, i swear,” at the sudden intrusion, you let out a loud gasp when his tip bumps into your cervix and drop your body forward, arms giving out.

chest to chest, skin to skin, your lips hover over his as your back dips into an arch, forcing a penetration deeper in your guts. your palms are pressed flat onto the floor at the side of his head, and he can make out his glasses sitting lazily on the ball of your nose. he slides his hands up your sides, kneading at every inch of your flesh, before sliding back down to your ass.

“even my homework? assignments?” you tease breathily, a strangled moan ripping out your throat when his knees push up and fucks into you. your body jerks forward as his feet plant to the floor, hands still gripping on your ass.

when he snaps his hips up, you roll yours down, and the matching intensity sends his brain haywire. he’s desperate for release, forcing your hips down as he nudges his cock languidly into your cunt. his jaw falls slack and he nods again, dumbly, “ngh, for the rest of the s-school year,”

“that easy with you?” you giggle, but is easily interrupted when he leans forward to catch your lips in a messy kiss. there’s a shit ton of saliva involved, some even escapes past your mouths and down your jaws, but he couldn’t care any less—you tasted heavenly. he wishes he had the time to eat your pussy, he’s positive you taste holier down there.

“it’s your world.” gojo moans, snaking his hands from your ass to wrap around your upper body. now caught in his embrace, you let your head fall limply into the crook of his neck as he works his dick in and out of you. he means what he said— it is your world, and he’s nothing more than a happy servant. “i’ll do it all— bring your books to class, rub your feet— i’ll bark if you need me to— just, please, please, please let me cum inside.”

your moans vibrating from his neck run straight to his ears and fuels him further. he’s thrusting relentlessly— there’s no set pace at all, and he’s so close to finishing he’s completely forgotten about wanting you to cum first. he finally understands why everybody obsesses over sex— he never wants to let you go.

your head pushes up from his neck, nosing at his jaw. he feels your hands cradling his hair, and your lips pressing kisses at the corner of his mouth. his heart skips a beat— he revels in the attention you’re giving him, even if it’s just for the moment. he knows he won’t ever be this lucky again, so he might as well enjoy the ride while he’s here.

“you wanna breed my pussy?” you bite your lip, each stroke in your cunt jerking the glasses down the slope of your nose. despite the dense flog clouding the lens, he can feel your eyes on him. he nods desperately, tightening his hold on you, and the new angle has your clit dragging against his pelvis, “mmph— okay, yeah — put a baby in me, freak.”

and so he does. he thrusts as spurts of cum shoots inside your womb. his balls tighten as his hips rut, arms clutching onto your body with every fibre in him. you smell good, feel good, look good— and your cunt milks him dry for whatever he’s worth.

his orgasm feels short of an eternity yet simultaneously a second, his soul having transcended into an outwardly dimension. and it’s only when you scoot your ass upwards, sliding a hand between both warm bodies, that you collect his cum on the pad of your fingers. he blinks hazily, zeroing his focus when he sees you pop your fingers into your mouth.

“mhm,” you hum at the taste. he’s panting heavily, body riding a euphoric high he’s yet to come down from. you don’t seem to mind, leaning forward to catch his lips once again. and he lets you, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. when you pull away, there’s a thin string of cum induced saliva pulling at your lips. “‘s my world, right? want my pussy in your mouth.”

and he instantly hardens.

[yogsothoths-sugerbaby]

i was talking to someone today how im planning to study to be a librarian, this person was like “isn’t that so lonely though? i mean, spending most of your time sorting books without much social interaction?” and when i tell you it was so hard not to laugh in their face cos thats EXACTLY WHY i chose the job. my introverted autistic ass is literally thriving