#cumulus x you

[lunariiawrites]

Praise

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Soft dom Cumulus, sexual content, dirty talk, praise

Summary: After a fight breaks out, you're left to clean up the mess, and Cumulus decides to show you a few notes on the piano, among other things.

a/n: My first smut in over seven years and my first f/f fic ever! Feedback is appreciated since I'm always hoping to grow, but I hope you like it!

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Silence is both a blessing and a curse.

The morning had started oddly, the halls being almost silent save for the quiet footsteps of the siblings migrating to breakfast or whatever tasks they had assigned to them for the day. Fortunately, your tasks weren’t as time-consuming as normal, and having them done within a few hours allowed you to relax for a minute or two; hoping that Sister Imperator didn’t come rushing out of the shadows to scold you.

Sunlight decorated the wall in a multitude of colors, shining in from the stained glass window above. The clock overhead ticked ominously and you got the weird feeling that something wasn’t right. As time ticked on, the feeling nagged at you, gnawing at your brain like a pack of rabid wolves. 

It was the first crash that broke the silence. 

Being near the practice room, it would make sense that noise was being made. However, these weren’t the usual melodic tones that Papa and the ghouls would normally produce when practicing for a tour. Instead, it was a loud din of crashing, shouting, and growls that made you worried to move from your secluded bench in the hallway. After a few more minutes of shouting that suspiciously sounded like Dew and Swiss, the halls were almost quiet again. 

Carefully making your way to the practice room, you peered inside, shocked to see the instruments in chaotic disarray. Papa stood in the middle of the mess, a frown clear on his face as he rubbed his temples in frustration. The door creaked, revealing your presence to the normally cheerful leader. 

‘Strange. Where’d everyone go?’

“Ah, sister.” Giving a sad smile, he swept his hand around the room. “It’s quite a mess, no?” Indeed it was. Instruments were scattered haphazardly on the floor, joined by picks and sheets of music. It looked like a tornado had flung everything around before blinking out of existence.

“What happened?” 

“There was a fight.” Shrugging, he sighed. “Everything was going fine one moment, then the next… Poof.”

Honestly, you felt bad for him. A fight breaking out was never a good thing and being that Papa viewed the ghouls as friends, as many in the abbey did, you could tell that not knowing how to help was hitting him hard.

A soft knock tapped on the door as it creaked open again. Looking over your shoulder, Papa nodded solemnly. 

“Sister,” With a pleading look, he gestured around the room. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Don’t worry about it, Papa.” Picking up some music sheets from the floor, you gave a reassuring smile. “I got this.”

After Papa had left the room, muttering something about Sister Imperator and her constant meetings, you set to work. Picking up a few more stray music sheets, you set them on a stand, almost painfully aware of a gaze locked onto you. 

“Need some help?” A sweet voice startles you, as does the warm breath that tickles your ear. Turning, you’re surprised to see Cumulus standing behind you, surprisingly not wearing her mask. Instead, her glamour was almost fully off, as were the ghouls’ rights within the abbey. 

“Sure.” Handing her the music notes, you smiled sheepishly. “Could you help me sort these? You’d know the order better than I would.”

Nodding, she took the sheets from you, arranging them so they were actually readable. Turning, you began to pick up the various instruments strewn all over, hoping that none of them were broken. 

“It’ll be ok.” Cumulus broke the silence, setting the finished stack of papers back onto the stand. 

“What?”

“The whole fight thing? Dew and Swiss were messing around and it got taken too far.” She explained casually, picking up her keyboard. “They’ll be fine. Probably make up by the end of the night.”

That wasn’t a surprise. Both Dew and Swiss had tempers that sometimes flared as a result of their banter. Thankfully, you had never been on the receiving end of either, the two usually treating you with respect and delivering good natured teasing at the most. 

Cumulus hummed thoughtfully as she played a bit on her keyboard, her fingers tapping the keys lightly. Staring at her reverently, you smiled, getting lost in the music. After a bit, she nodded, satisfied. 

“I wish I could play like you.” 

“Come here.” Cumulus patted the seat next to her and you climbed the short steps of the stage, taking a seat on the padded cushion. “I’ll show you some things.” 

Her hands were soft as they held yours, showing you where to press to produce certain notes and demonstrating certain chords. Eventually, she stood behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as she calmly guided you.

“Good girl.” Cumulus’ unique scent of vanilla and honey floats around you, invading your senses and making you shiver along with her words. “You’re doing so well.”

Your eyes closed as her hands left yours, goosebumps raising as cool fingertips caressed your heated skin, trailing up your arms. 

“I’ve watched you, you know.” Running a hand through your hair, she chuckles as you tilt your head towards her touch. “Always running around, always helping everyone but never quite taking the time to relax.” Claws lightly scratch at your scalp and you groan, the noise barely slipping out.

“You’re so adorable.” Humming, she released your hair and gently grasped your jaw. “Look at me.” The words were a command, wrapped in a soft and gentle tone.

Opening your eyes made you flinch at first, not expecting her to be that close. Her hair spilled over her shoulder, almost tickling your face as you searched her own.

“You’re gorgeous.” Cumulus smiles at the compliment, a light blush blooming across her cheeks.

“So are you, sweetheart.” The words catch you off guard, and a blush flares across your cheeks, and the temptation to avert your eyes is high. Somehow, you keep your attention in front of you. 

“I’d love to help you unwind a little.” Her thumb caressed your cheek almost lovingly, and you smiled. Cumulus waited for an answer, the hand not holding your face trailing up your thigh to squeeze lightly, grounding you for the moment. “What do you say?”

Word of what all ghouls were like behind closed doors frequently spread among the siblings, and the ghoulettes were said to be passionate lovers, if not a bit rough once in a while. Heat pooled in your gut as your mind brought unbidden images of what exactly Cumulus had in store for you if you were to say yes. 

Hand on your thigh tightening, Cumulus growled softly, her tail waving back and forth in anticipation.

It didn’t take much to make a choice.

“Yes.” 

The world spun as Cumulus pulled you from the semi-clean practice room. After a minute or so of walking and trying to keep up with her hurried pace, you ended up in a room decorated in white and blue.

Cumulus’ room.

Pressing you against the door, Cumulus pressed a hand next to your head, slotting a thigh in between your legs as she partially caged you in, a hungry look in her eyes. Control was something that the air ghoulette was normally praised for, but in this instance it looked like she was struggling.

“Last chance, love.” A purr rose from her throat as she nuzzled your throat, nipping gently. “If you don’t leave now, that’s it. You’re mine.” 

Instead of answering with words, you answered with a harsh kiss, pulling her down towards you. 

Her eyes flashed briefly before closing, not that she gave enough time for you to properly notice the flicker of her iris’. Instead of the soft and gentle ghoul you’d come to perceive her as, Cumulus’ demeanor now changed to that of the predator all the ghouls could be at heart.

You weren’t afraid in the least.

Shallow breaths left you as her plush lips continually met yours, the pace of the kiss almost seeming feverish. Your hands wound into her hair, tugging lightly on the blonde curls and coaxing a gentle moan from her. Her lips traveled down your neck, leaving wet kisses and the occasional bite. 

Some of the siblings expressed a fear of being bitten, thinking that the ghouls’ fangs were too sharp. Instead, it seemed to offer just the right amount of pain among the pleasure, and Cumulus was careful not to break the delicate skin between her teeth. She chuckled as you craned your neck to give her more room. 

“Such a good girl.” A lightning bolt of arousal shot through you at her words and she smirked, gripping your chin and directing your hooded eyes to focus on her.

“I think someone likes to be praised.” 

Before long, you’re seated on the plush bed, covers silky against your skin as you fumbled with the buttons of your habit. You had managed to pull the top over your head, making your hair a mess. Cumulus kneeled in front of you, already undressed, a smile on her lips as she pulled off your skirt, claws leaving light scratches on your skin. 

Leaning forward, you kiss down her collarbone and she sighs, fingers tangling in your hair. Murmuring her assent, she pushes your head down and moans when your breath ghosts her chest, tongue darting out to lick a hardened nipple. Cumulus purrs as you worship her, massaging her breasts as you lick, bite and suck. 

Without warning, you’re flipped, Cumulus straddling your waist. She hums, kissing down your collarbone before copying your earlier actions, sucking hard. Your hips bucked, barely moving with the way she was holding your hips down. A keening whine left your throat, and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Please!” You begged, the plea sounding semi-broken from your throat. Cumulus smiled, lifting her head to regard you carefully. Purring, she stroked a cool hand down the flushed skin of your face, trailing her touch down to your waist.

“What is it, baby?” She cooed, voice soft and sweet once more. “Want me to fuck you?” 

“Yes!” 

“I’ll give you my fingers tonight.” Cumulus agreed, dipping a hand beneath your underwear to stroke your core lightly, adding to the fire. “Then if you’re good, you might get something else tomorrow.” A devious light entered her eyes for a moment and she smiled innocently.

“I might even share.”

The bloom of heat raged inside you at her words, and you gasped, bucking against her hand. Cumulus watched lovingly, seeing you become more desperate, stroking your clit with a steady hand and bending down to say the most filthy things in your ear. 

“My good girl.” Pressing a finger into your folds, she whispered sweetly to you, curling her fingers just right to make you see stars. “If I had my way, you’d never leave this bed.”

“Fuck!” Arousal spiked as she played with the sensitive bundle of nerves. A knot settled in your stomach, and bucking your hips again, you pleaded with her to go faster. 

Speeding up her pace, she pressed a kiss to your stomach, enjoying your high pitched moan and the soft squelching noises she was making with her fingers.

“So wet for me.” A broken plea burst from your lips and she leaned down, breath ghosting onto your cunt as she pulled her fingers out, inspecting how wet they were in the light. “So responsive.”

“Cumulus, plea–” Her mouth latched onto you, tongue circling your clit and diving through your folds. “Fuck!” 

The knot burst as she sucked lightly on your clit, groaning contentedly as you came for her as she coaxed you through your orgasm, a pleased purr rumbling in her chest. 

“Good job, baby.” Exhausted, you laid next to her, sighing as she pulled you into her arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get some rest, okay?”

“Not tired.” You mumbled, honestly wanting to stay up and talk with her some more. Cumulus chuckled, pulling the covers over you and watching as you nestled your head into the pillow. 

“We’ll talk tomorrow, I promise.” She whispered, resting her chin on the crown of your head. “I’m not letting you go anytime soon.” 

Falling asleep came easily after that, the melody Cumulus was humming making you drift off peacefully, feeling safe with her arms wrapped around you. 

As you drifted off, Cumulus hugged you possessively as she heard the other ghouls through the wall, groaning at the sinful noise you two had made. Closing her eyes, the ghoulette smirked.

“She’s mine.”

[miasmaghoul]

sooo.. how do we feel about swiss fingering transdew in the passenger seat

"Why me?"

Swiss tilts his head, spinning a heavy set of keys around one finger.

"Why not?"

Dew raises an eyebrow, gestures at the guitar in his lap, the papers spread out on his bed.

"Oh please," Swiss scoffs, pushing himself away from Dew's doorframe and striding into his sunlit room. It's a gorgeous day, early spring, the sweet scent of the rose gardens wafting in on the breeze. "You're tellin' me you'd rather practice than go for a joyride?"

Dew snorts, crossing his ankles and adjusting his beat up old acoustic. It's true that he's been at it for a while now, since just after breakfast, but this solo has been giving him shit and he's determined to nail it before their next group session.

"I don't think taking Sunny and Lus to the grocery store counts as a joyride."

Dew strums out a few chords while Swiss flops into his desk chair, leaning it back onto two legs. It creaks under his weight.

"Maybe not," Swiss concedes, unbothered, "but you could still come keep me company."

"What, the girls not enough for you?"

"They would be," Swiss replies with a shrug. "If they didn't spend every trip making out in the back seat."

Dew snorts at that - Swiss has a point, Sunshine and Cumulus are not ones to keep their hands off each other in any context. Still, he grumbles.

"C'mon, Sparky," Swiss goads, scooting his chair closer so he can rest his elbows on the mattress, propping his chin in one hand and prodding at Dew's knee with the other. "Don't make me beg."

"But I like it when you beg."

Dew throws Swiss a wink, and Swiss reciprocates with his best puppy dog eyes. Big and wet and completely irresistible. Dew sighs, throws up his hands in mock defeat.

"Fine, fine," he grumps, setting his guitar on the bed. "But I'd better get something outta this."

Swiss grins, delighted. Pats Dew on the thigh as he stands, shoving the chair back under the desk.

"I'll tell Lus to buy that spicy jerky you like," he offers, and Dew gives him a little ooh.

"The cheese too," he insists, shuffling to the edge of the mattress and reaching for his boots. "The one with the habaneros."

"Yeah, yeah," Swiss chuckles, heading for the door, "but warn me before you eat it, I'm not sleeping with you on cheese night again. I learned my lesson."

Dew hurls a pillow at him, and Swiss scampers into the hall with a boisterous laugh. The little ghoul works on lacing up his boots, and makes a mental note to never tell Swiss when it's cheese night.

Twenty minutes later they're on the road, and as the breeze blows through his hair Dew wonders why he was so reluctant in the first place.

It's a gorgeous day, sunny and hot, but not enough to need the a/c. They're flying down the highway in Copia's ancient whale of a car, the windows down and a Judas Priest cassette blaring through the speakers; Swiss belts out the chorus to Breaking the Law while Dew taps out a matching rhythm on the outside of his door. In the back, Cumulus provides backing vocals while Sunshine dances in her seat, and Dew can't help the massive grin that splits his face.

It's a 45 minute drive to the nearest grocery store - the one downside to the abbey being so remote - but the trip passes quicker than he expects. They're trundling into the parking lot before Dew knows it, Swiss killing the engine and groaning through a solid stretch. Dew flips down the visor, looks in the tiny mirror and makes a displeased sound at the state of his hair.

"Okay," Cumulus pipes up from the back seat. Dew peers at her in the mirror, not missing the fresh hickey just below her ear. "I have the list, I have our allowance, I have..." she pats at her chest, searching the pockets of her denim vest, "ah, and I have my phone!"

"You got my snacks on that list?" Dew inquires, working at his knotted ends. Cumulus makes an affirmative sound.

"Sure do," she lilts, leaning forward to dangle the paper in his face. "Jerky and cheese, as requested."

"Get some of that chocolate I like too," he mumbles, "the dark stuff, with the salt." He turns his head to give her outstretched hand a quick peck. "Please."

"You got it, sugar," she giggles, tucking the list away. "You two coming with us?"

"No boys allowed," Sunshine and Swiss say in unison, and the lot of them chuckle. It's a known fact that Dew isn't a fan of crowds and that Swiss can't be trusted around free samples, so in the car they will stay.

"Besides," Swiss adds, leaning across the bench seat to throw an arm around Dew's narrow shoulders, "I got good company right here."

He nips at Dew's ear and the little ghoul elbows him in the side, hard enough to make Swiss yelp. It turns into a quick little slap fight, a moment of playful stupidity that Dew will never admit to enjoying as much as he does.

"Play nice, kids," Sunshine chides when they break apart, resting her chin on the back of their seat with a toothy grin. "Or mommy won't bring back any treats!"

"Gross," Dew complains, but settles anyway. Goes back to working the kinks from his golden locks. Sunshine leans over the seat to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek and Dew squawks in protest.

"Aww, but you I thought you loved calling me that!"

Dew shoves her away, suffers through a chorus of snickers while his cheeks go pink, and resolutely avoids looking over as Swiss. The girls get their things together and then they're clambering out of the car; Sunshine glues herself to Cumulus, laces their hands together, and together they stride across the parking lot to the hulking monolith that is the grocery store.

"Mommy, huh?" Swiss pipes up moments later, and Dew groans.

"Shut up," he grouses, giving up on his messy hair and slouching down in his seat. "It's her thing, not mine," Dew lies. "Besides, I've called you worse."

"Can't argue that," Swiss lilts, stretching his arm along the back of the bench seat. "Remember that time you called me Mr. Army?"

Oh, does he, and Dew really doesn't want to think about that right now. Thick fingers tease their way into his tangled hair, blunt nails scratching against his scalp.

"You were the one that put me in a schoolgirl outfit," Dew huffs, crossing his legs for reasons totally unrelated to that particular memory. "I can't be held accountable for anything I said."

"I just never thought I'd get anyone but Rain to call me that," Swiss murmurs, a lascivious grin sliding onto his face. Dew looks at him from the corner of his eye, unwilling to lose the pleasant pressure of Swiss' hand in his hair.

"Rain? Really?"

"Oh yeah," Swiss says, converational. His hand moves to cup the back of Dew's neck, and oh is that lovely. "Wanted me to spank his ass raw and tell him what a naughty boy he was while he said it. Poor guy went off against my thigh before I could even get him on my cock," he sighs, wistful. Swiss turns his head, fixes Dew with that vulpine smile. "You were a nice surprise."

The little ghoul rolls his eyes, and really hopes Swiss doesn't notice him squeezing his thighs together. He has nothing further to say on the matter - or, at least, nothing that won't get him into trouble - so he stays silent. Enjoys the way Swiss' thumb rubs the spot just behind his ear while he watches humans mill about the lot. Families and individuals both, with arms full of paper bags holding untold goodies.

For what it's worth, Swiss doesn't keep talking either. He's not quiet, still humming out a tune Dew recognizes but can't quite place, but it's comfortable. The sun's hanging high in the early afternoon sky, a gentle breeze flowing though the still open windows, and Dew would be lying if he said this wasn't a nice way to kill time.

"What's on your mind?" Swiss asks a handful of minutes later, giving his neck a squeeze. "You're never quiet for this long."

"Oh you're one to talk," Dew chuffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't remember the last time you shut up for more than five minutes."

"Pfft, sure you can," Swiss insists, that large hand dipping into the collar of Dew’s t-shirt, callused fingertips drifting over his skin and dragging a soft sigh from his lips. "I'm pretty sure I don't talk that much when you're sitting on my face, spitfire."

Dew scoffs despite the tingle the words force through him, a warm feeling settling into his belly. He turns his head to give Swiss a look, an incredulous eyebrow raised.

"That's the only example you can think of?"

"No," Swiss shrugs, "it's just the one I'm thinkin' of right now." The other ghoul licks his lips in a very intentional way, and that tingle hits again. "I guess deepthroating Mount counts too, but -"

"So the only thing that keeps you from yapping is having someone's junk in your mouth," Dew interrupts, nodding sagely, "noted."

Swiss laughs, loud enough to get the attention of a few people loading their car nearby. Dew shrinks in his seat.

"Like you're complaining."

He shifts in the seat, scooching closer. Dew squints at him, suspicious, but doesn't protest. Not even when Swiss gets close enough for their thighs to touch, for the other ghoul to drape an arm around his neck and let that huge hand rest on his chest. For Dew to soak in his spicy cologne and for Swiss to rest his chin on a bony shoulder.

"Besides," he rumbles, nosing at Dew's temple, "we both know you love my yapping."

"Love is a strong word," Dew mumbles, tilting his head when Swiss nuzzles his neck nonetheless.

"Mm, I don't think so," Swiss hums against his jaw, stubble scratching at his skin in a way that makes Dew's eyelids flutter. "Don't think I missed that little leg squeeze when I was talkin' about Rain, baby."

Dew groans, gives him a little shove. Far from enough to dislodge the other ghoul, more of a nudge than anything else. Token protest. Swiss huffs out a soft laugh, kisses his cheek.

"That's what I thought," he coos, licking at the shell of Dew's ear to draw out a shiver. The hand on his chest finds a nipple through his shirt, and Dew has to bite his lip to keep from making a sound. Curse Swiss for knowing every one of his weak spots. "Can't hide from me, Sparky."

Dew hates that he's right, and hates even more that - even in a place like this - Swiss can get him riled up with so little effort. Dew bounces his leg, takes his lower lip between his teeth while he scans the parking lot. There are people everywhere, but none close enough to see them - a fact Dew is very thankful for when Swiss sucks his earlobe and gives one of his nipple piercings a tug. Any closer and they might hear his moan.

"Fuck," Dew grunts, squirming in his seat, "ugh, you bitch."

"Such language," Swiss taunts, tracing the tip of his tongue along Dew's pulse point. "Lucifer, you're so easy."

Dew growls as best he can, human glamour be damned, and it just makes Swiss laugh again. It's a shame he can't argue - Swiss and Aether are the only ones who have such an effect on him, and they both know it perfectly well.

"Aww, gettin' all hot and bothered already?" Dew tries to shake his head, but Swiss kisses his throat and it doesn't get him very far. "Don't lie, firecracker. I can smell it on you."

Of course he can. He always can. Dew sighs as his eyes slip shut, sagging into the seat as Swiss slowly but surely teases the spots that make him start to sweat. Swiss' other hand lands on his thigh, stroking tight denim until Dew’s legs uncross. He walks two fingers up the inseam of the little ghoul's jeans while he trails wet kisses along his jaw, and Dew really can't help the soft sounds it all wrings from him.

Then that wandering hand sneaks under his shirt, lifts it up to expose his belly, and Dew jolts.

"H-hey, wait," he breathes, fists balled at his sides. His eyes crack open despite the way Swiss continues to work his chest, his throat, his ear. He watches Swiss' talented fingers trace his happy trail, dip into his navel and disappear up his shirt, and when Swiss rubs at his bare nipple Dew has to clap a hand over his mouth to hide his moan. "Shit, Swiss -"

It's muffled by his palm, and Dew's eyes dart around the parking lot as Swiss pulls away. Fixes him with hooded eyes and a crooked smile.

"Hm?" Swiss tugs both piercings at once and Dew shudders. "Something wrong?"

"You - oh - fuck, Swiss some...someone's gonna hear, someone's gonna - nngh - gonna see -"

"So?" The hand under his shirt runs ticklish trails down his belly, makes the muscles there jump. Swiss nibbles at his collarbone and Dew makes an embarrassing gurgling noise. "You like being watched and we both know it."

That may be true, but Dew thinks there's a difference between Mountain spying on him through a crack in the door and being fondled in a public parking lot with the windows down.

Swiss' hand finds his belt then, and Dew throbs.

"Fucker," he bites out as Swiss unbuckles him, other hand still expertly working his chest, and Dew flushes at the dark chuckle Swiss lets out.

"Maybe later," he croons, kissing the hinge of his jaw. "I got other plans for you right now."

Swiss wastes no time it getting his belt out of the way, quick to pop the button and tug down his zipper. Dew's narrow chest is heaving by the time Swiss hooks two fingers into the band of his boxer briefs. The other ghoul gives him a cruel smirk, snaps the band against his skin, and Dew sucks air through his teeth.

"Better keep it down, baby," Swiss speaks against his ear, liquid silk. "If you can, that is."

That hand worms its way into his underwear, slips down between his thighs, and Dew clenches his teeth so hard his jaw cracks.

"Mm, what's this?" Swiss glides the tip of one finger through his folds and Dew's thighs tense. "So slippery already. Just from this?"

Swiss tweaks his nipple, licks a nasty stripe below his ear, and Dew really has to work not to choke on his own tongue. His fat little dick throbs against Swiss' palm, and Swiss sounds absolutely thrilled about it.

"Oh, someone's excited," he teases, one thick finger prodding at his hole. "It's already tryin' to suck me in," Swiss sing-songs, and the little ghoul's shoulders sag.

Dew whimpers when he pushes the tip inside, clenching around an intrusion that feels far too good for how slight it is. He can't stop looking at everyone wandering the parking lot, trying to stay on high alert for the slightest hint of undue attention but struggling more and more with every passing second. Swiss wriggles that probing digit further inside, up to the second knuckle, and then there's sudden pressure on it front wall that has Dew's back arching off the seat.

"Fuck, fuck," he wheezes, hands flying to whatever he can reach - one paws at Swiss' shirt, the other gripping his forearm. Feeling the muscles shift as Swiss' finger works him open, groaning at the gentle stretch. "Oh you bastard."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart," Swiss breathes, palming his stiff clit, and Dew's breath catches in his throat.

"Can't believe you're - oh shit, oh - fuck, can't believe I'm letting you - ah!"

Dew bites his lips shut as Swiss curls his finger just right, muting his cry and fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back. Clamps his thighs around that massive hand until Swiss chuckles in his ear, swirling that digit and making the little ghoul's eyes cross instead.

"You're so pretty like this," he rumbles, a second finger tracing around the first, spreading slick. "All shy. Makes you even tighter," Swiss tells him, and Dew clamps down even harder. Why is it so good? "Wish I could get you in my lap right now," his breath is so, so hot in Dew's ear. "Get you to sit on my cock and see how quiet you are then."

Dew shivers head to toe, legs spreading at the thought alone, and Swiss leaps at the opportunity. Pulls his first finger out only to slide back in with two, and there's no possible way he could stay silent through that. He turns his head just in time to sink his teeth into Swiss' shoulder, howling his pleasure into cotton and flesh, and Swiss groans right along with him.

"That's more like it," he praises, kissing the top of Dew’s head while he pants and shivers. "Gonna be a quick one, isn't it?"

Dew nods as best he can, moaning into Swiss' shirt when he rubs the heel of his hand in slow circles over his pulsing clit. Doesn't pull back until he's sure he can control himself, gasping when Swiss crooks his fingers but biting back the whine bubbling up in his throat.

"Y-yeah," he admits, thready. He can't be bothered to look out the window anymore, staring only at the bulge Swiss' hand makes in his jeans. "Fuck, just do it, fuckin' make me."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Swiss lilts, one last taunt, and then the only sound filling the space around them is the wet squelch of skilled fingers plunging in and out of his tight little body.

It's perfect - the curve of Swiss' digits, the pressure against his sensitive little dick, the way Swiss rubs at that one spot inside that has Dew going boneless against Swiss' side. Huffing hot into his shirt, hair falling into his face and wafting in the breeze still flowing through the open windows. He can't stop grabbing at Swiss - his shirt, his arm, whatever he can reach. Skinny hips rolling against his palm in search of more, more, driving Swiss' fingers as deep as they'll go.

"C-close," he spits far too soon, every inch of him on fire and wound tight as a spring. Swiss gives his closes approximation of his usual purr, and Dew's thighs quiver. "Like...like that, just like that, shit -"

"Yeah?"

The hand still torturing his nipples stills, presses flat to Dew's chest. His fingers feel so perfect Dew can't handle it, on edge and covered in goosebumps.

"Give me a squeeze, baby," Swiss instructs, and Dew does. Clenches hard around those two wonderful digits and Swiss seems to predict the sound it'll drag from him, because the hand on his chest flies to cover Dew's mouth and catch his wail. "Fuck, that's my good boy," Swiss huffs, breathless in a way Dew adores even through his haze of pleasure. The other ghoul holds him close, keeps his mouth covered, and Dew scrabbles at the arm working him. "Now let me feel it cum for me."

Dew loses all sense of rhythm as Swiss curls his fingers one last time, hitting something that puts stars in his eyes and wrenches harsh moans from his throat, and with one perfect roll of Swiss' palm against his clit Dew's gone.

He's drooling against Swiss' palm when he comes down from the highest high, sweaty at his hairline and his cunt still snapping around Swiss' fingers. Holding him inside with the little ghoul rides out the aftershocks, breathing hard through his nose and blinking with one eye at a time. Swiss is muttering all sorts of nonsense into his hair, a litany of praise and wonderment that Dew cannot for the life of him understand but appreciates anyway.

Soon enough sensitivity sets in, and Dew hisses against Swiss' damp palm. Reaches up to peel his hand away with shaky fingers, squirming until Swiss gets the message and pulls out with care. There's a gush of warmth that follows, soaks into his briefs, and Dew heaves a sigh.

"Unholy shit," he slurs, collapsing back into his seat like a mound of jelly. "What the fuck, Swiss."

The other ghoul chuckles, and Dew rolls his neck just in time to watch Swiss pop his messy fingers into his mouth. Listens to Swiss suck them clean and groan at the taste of him.

"What?" He licks slick from his palm, exaggerated passes of his tongue that Dew finds himself fascinated by. "You said you wanted to get something outta this, right?" Dew blinks at him, brows scrunched together as he tried to make his brain work. "Just granting your wish, Sparky."

Swiss gives him a wink, and then he's leaning in for a quick kiss. Just a peck, really, before he's fastening Dew's jeans and putting his belt back into place. Smoothing his hair as best he can before he scoots back behind the wheel, lacing his fingers behind his head. Dew's fully back by the time he's done, very aware of their surroundings once more and ever so glad to see their activities seem to have gone unnoticed.

"Just in time, too," Swiss comments, nodding towards the store. Dew squits against the sun and sees the girls just leaving the building, Sunshine's arms full and Cumulus carrying what looks to be a single bag of chips. They're bumping into each other and giggling, Dew can tell even from across the lot, and his own smile curls into place.

"Damn," he laments, sitting up straighter. "Guess you'll have to wait 'til we get back for your turn, huh?"

He turns to give Swiss a playful wink, and finds Swiss looking...he isn't sure. Smug? Maybe? Hard to say.

"What's your problem?"

"Nothin'," he shrugs, eyes wrinkled at the corners. "Just find it funny that after so long you still don't know what you do to me."

Dew blinks as Swiss reaches over to grab his wrist, guiding to his crotch and -

"Oh no fuckin' way."

"Tell anyone and I won't eat you out for a month," Swiss threatens, but Dew's too busy enjoying the sizeable wet spot beneath his hand to care.

"We're ba-ack!" Cumulus calls once they're in earshot, and Dew gives Swiss a squeeze before he pulls back. Licks at his palm while Sunshine loads up the trunk, just to make the other ghoul suffer a little bit more. The back doors swing open and the girls slide inside. "You boys have fun without us?"

"Oh, Lus," Dew tells her, rifling through the cassettes in the glove box with the tang of Swiss still coating his tongue. "You have no idea."

[damagedghoulette]

Ghost: Disability inclusive stories

A list of all the disability ghosts stories put into one post so it’s easier to find 🤍

If you have a story you would like to be added to the list please message me with the link- also please message if you’d like a story to be removed! Red words mean smut.

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Autism:

Strawberry Shortcake - @damagedghoulette

Phantom and his service dog - @rainsbasspick

Dewdrop x you - @damagedghoulette

POTS:

Pebble finding out - @nightynightghoul

Episode during sexy times - @hypnoneghoul

Power outage - @hypnoneghoul

Replenishment - @hypnoneghoul

Asthma:

I need you - @sister-nyx

I can’t breathe - @terzosboyfriend

Deaf:

We will go softly into the night - (Villaflower)

Chronic pain/illness:

Rain do not go away - @hypnoneghoul

Time machine - @sister-nyx

Just wanted to hear your voice - @hypnoneghoul

Lemon water - @damagedghoulette

Seizures:

Aether x gn reader - @inkrabbit

Spillways, spillways - @cirrus-ghoulette

Special (arrhythmia) - @skele-bunny

EDS:

Rain waiting for brace measuring - @hypnoneghoul

Rain dislocating during sexy times - @hypnoneghoul

Abandon your freedom - @hypnoneghoul

IBS:

Papa comforts reader - @peachyghuleh

Anxiety:

Absolution - @peachyghuleh

The outing - @peachyghuleh

Amputation:

I.c.m.a.a.a.l.l.i.g.i.h.p - @damagedghoulette

[simplydozing]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Nameless Ghoulette Cumulus x Ghoul!Reader Shedding season always comes early for you. You don’t know why, but it’s the most painful thing you ever go through. Luckily for you, you have a whole squad that takes care of you during this time, one putting in extra effort than the rest. Word Count: 2253 || Ao3 Gender Neutral Pronouns for Reader Author's Interpretations Of Nameless Ghouls

 It was that time of the year again, for you at least.

 It was that time where you succumbed to pure agony. You would be put through the most excruciating pain just to shed the outer lining of your horns.

 You never understood why. Why it hurts so bad, and why your shed time came a full season before the others.

Your horns are smaller than the others. They were the most common shape, jutting out from your hairline and curving upward to a small point. Could it be that the size affects your shedding?

 Age didn't play an issue, you were as old as the others. You think there's something wrong with you, but they say it's natural and that you were fine. Maybe they're right, but it was something you couldn't shake off.

There was this one time where you collapsed on stage and you were sure to be sent back to hell for ruining the scene. But you woke up in the infirmary with the other ghouls surrounding you, one in particular holding your hand.

Cumulus was always the one to take extra care of you. She had this nurturing spirit about her. She was the first to get to know you upon your summoning, and you both grew close pretty quickly. She was the one to introduce you to the rest of your team.

It was definitely an interesting sight for the frontman, who you came to know as Papa Emeritus IV. All he saw was a pack circulating around you, taking in your scent and checking out the features you have. He was quite the character himself. She told you everything you needed to know about him and what to do.

She was the one who helped you find your talent for singing. Finding your “human” voice is a big deal for your kind. Ghouls don't talk like one could imagine, they use a sort of telepathy. It sounds like indistinct whispering, and they use small words and phrases. So when you heard her “voice”, it almost brought you to your knees.

Since then, you both have been inseparable.

Today, you're all practicing for the new songs the Emeritus wrote.

Or, you all were supposed to be. You didn't show up, and the rest were still waiting on you.

“What is taking so long?” The Emeritus broke the silence.

“Did I not say this was urgent?” He turned to the rest, throwing his arms up in an over exaggerated shrug.

They look around and stare at each other.

“ {y/n} unwell?”  

“ where {y/n}?”

“is late, is never late.”

There were chirps and purrs coming from each of them while they questioned your whereabouts.

 Cumulus was deep in thought about it. But then it hits after remembering what day it is.

She grabs her companion, Cirrus, by the sleeve. Cirrus tilts her head and twitches her nose.

“ know of {y/n}?” She asks.

“ {y/n} shed today,” Cumulus answers, distressed.

The others pick up on this, and immediately put their instruments down and go look for you.

The Emeritus jogs after them.

“Wait! What's going on?”

It's Dewdrop that stops in his tracks.

“ shedding,” he makes a pulling motion from his head where his own horns are positioned.

“Oh.” He raises his eyebrows, coming to the realization that you could literally be anywhere, and that brings a chill down his spine.

 You once freaked him out when you were in the middle of this process. It was a late night, and he was just finishing up some paperwork when he decided to take a break and wander around to stretch everything out. He was not expecting any other person to be up, much less you. So when he sees you at the end of a darkened hallway covered in blood and the only source of light coming from your dimly glowing eyes, he books it right back to his office and slammed the door. He even blocked it off with a chair.

“Yes. Yes, okay. Go,” Emeritus pats the ghoul on the shoulder. Dewdrop nods, and flees to catch up with the others.

“And find them before they find me!” He calls out, shuddering when he thinks back to that one night.

Everyone splits up, covering more ground around the abbey. One checks the kitchen, another inspects the reading room. Mountain scours the cemetery, and Dewdrop searches the meeting room.

But you're nowhere to be found.

Cumulus is out in the garden area, chittering and clicking, making the sounds you can recognize her by. She was hoping to be the one to find you, knowing what to do with you and how to do it.

 She looks under the benches. She rattles bushes. She pads around the various delicate flowers.

 She can't find you, though.

 The sound of dry leaves crunching under her feet grows more frantic. She's in a panic. You couldn't have gone far in your state.

 All hope begins to fade as she comes to a halt, catching her breath while trying to think rationally.

 You have these “go-to” spots, but all reported you weren't in any of them. Sometimes, you would get so overstimulated that you would find a new hiding area. But at the same time, you have a tendency to go astray. The pain would be so mind-numbing that you'd aimlessly drag yourself anywhere.

 Sleepwalking, in a way.

Feeling defeated, Cumulus decides that the others have probably found you by now.

 She surveys the area one last time. 

 She knows you haven't gone that far out, but she still squints at the treeline of the woods that hid the church. She sees the old conservatory.

 Perhaps you found sanctuary there.

 She hurries to the abandoned building, brushing away the stray brush and tall grass.

 Your scent is getting strong. Thank Satan she chose to look around again.

 On arrival, the first thing she noticed is the door that's slightly ajar.

 The building itself is gorgeous. There's an entryway that's framed with stained glass windows telling the story of Lucifer's Great Fall. It leads to an even larger glass dome. Some of the glass is broken, and the whole thing is held together by rusted beams.

 How could they let this breathtaking edifice go in such a vanquished state?

 No matter, she could sit and gawk at it another time. Her top priority was you.

 She shuffles through, and what she sees inside is incomparable to what is on the outside.

 The dusking light passes through each panel. Each color seeps in, reds and oranges paint the cobblestone pathway. Dead rose bushes fill the stone troughs that lined the hall. There's a lot of weeds and shriveled leaves.

 It was the definition of “hauntingly beautiful.”

 She ambled through, taking in the sights.

 It quite literally resembled hell.

 She was so lost in this place that she didn't pay attention to the scuffling that was coming in close behind her.

 Your vision is blurred. You are quite literally burning up, smoke evaporating off of you. Your lungs feel as if they've been strangled, leaving you to wheeze in what little air you can breathe.

 Your head is killing you.

 Emeritus scheduled one of the worst days for practice. You don't blame him, he just didn't know.

 You came here to be alone. You didn't even know this place existed, but it was perfect.

 The interior reminded you of home.

 “Home.”

 You could writhe up here the same way you would writhe down there.

 It was isolated enough so you couldn't venture out around the abbey, and so that no one could easily find you.

 No one was supposed to anyway.

 You were jostled from your withering when you heard the door creak open. You lifted your head from your hands when you heard footsteps.

 They were sparse, and some even dragged.

 They were unrecognizable.

You struggled to pull yourself to your feet, rolling over and clawing your way up.

 You had a hand in front of you to guide yourself.

There was another set of heavy wood doors connecting the actual greenhouse to the hall.

 You braced yourself, and weakly heaved them open.

 Through your heavy vision, you saw her .

 Cumulus had her back turned to you. Her eyes were glued to the ceiling. You didn't dare follow her gaze, seeing as she was truly the most beguiling thing here.

 You lurch forward, reaching for her.

“cumu….lus”

 She whirls around.

 And her eyes widen at the sight of you.

 The lining of your horns are peeling, exposing chunks of the tender flesh that was protected by it. Blood poured down your face in dark red rivulets. Smoke flows around you, and your clothes are torn to shreds.

 The worst part is how tired your eyes are.

 You try to walk to her, but you're so fatigued that your eyelids droop and you start to fall.

 You were prepared to hit the ground, but you were met with a warm softness.

 She caught you, and was now holding you under your arms. Her hands clutched what fabric was left of your uniform.

 She rubbed your back and eased you down so your head rested on her lap. You convulsed at her touch, hissing when she came too close to the base of your horns.

“ are hurt, why so far?”

 You didn’t have the strength to answer her. Right now, all you wanted to do was sit in silence. “ can walk? ”

 You shook your head. You’re too exhausted to move.

She lifts your head and spreads her legs out to get in a comfier position. Once settled, her claws itch at your scalp. She massages your head with slight pressure, which honestly feels so good given the circumstance.

 You whimper and tiredly bring a hand up to her knee.

 “ shh, are almost done ”

 She rubs your temples, seeing as how the enamel continues to peel. You start shaking.

 Cumulus is here for you. She doesn’t mind waiting for you . You’ve done the same for her a few times. She remembers being so embarrassed for you to see her in the same position you are, but you stayed by her side regardless.

She would take all this away from you if she could. Every ghoul has to go through this, sadly. It breaks her heart seeing anyone go through this. But it shatters seeing you go through it.

You white-knuckle the hem of her suit as your horns are at their final stage.

Your mouth is agape, but no sound comes out.

All you can do is hold onto your dear friend.

 And she lets you.

 She lets you dig your claws in her leg. She lets you scream and cry as loud as you need to. She lets you wipe the blood off on her clothes.

 She lets you be vulnerable.

You're so tired, and you're in so much pain.

 You pass out when the tips of them come undone.

 “ rest easy, {y/n}, ” she strokes the side of your face.

 She wishes she had more time with you like this, but you're both found by Mountain and Swiss.

 You're both a bloody mess.

 They don't question anything, they just help her carry you back to the church.

 You wake up in the infirmary yet again, but this time, no one is around you. Although, you do feel a weight on your torso.

You look down to see none other than Cumulus resting her head on folded arms, fast asleep.

 You smile and place a hand on her back.

 Her eyes flutter open.

 Seeing you're awake makes her sit upright.

“ are awake! how feeling? ” She clasps your hand in both of hers.

 You reach up to touch your horns and find that they're wrapped in bandages. There's a slight buzz in your head.

“sorry for not remember .”

 She looks away in shame.

You scoot up to her.

“no need,” you reply, taking her by the sides of her face to return her gaze to you.

“thanks for help. glad it was you.”

 Her eyes sparkled, the reddish-brown hues paling as she leaned into your touch.

“ as well as i,” she brings a hand up to rest on yours, further pressing flush against her.

 You kept this position for what felt like ages. You looked at her lovingly, and you want to say she reflected it.

 “ are… are feeling same? ”

 She finally put it into words.

 There’s a theory that ghouls can feel emotions on a much deeper level than the average mortal, that they can feel it through a simple touch.

 And with your hand on her cheek, it exclusively validates it into fact.

 Your thumb grazes her soft lips.

And you then pull her in by the chin, taking one last glimpse in those hellish eyes of hers.

And you kiss her.

She squeaks happily. Her stomach flips and her heart skips a beat. You’re so warm, not overheating like you were. And you’re so unexpectedly tender, gentle even.

 If she had a tail, it’d be wagging.

 You recede from her, leaving her mouth partially gaping open.

 “answer question?” You let out a breathless laugh.

 She giggles and nods, bringing one of your hands up to plant a kiss in the palm of it.

“ not know half of it! ”

 There’s a new scent to you, to both of you when you were given the ‘okay’ and discharged. No one questions either of you, but you best believe there was some gossip among the rest.

[definitely-nothaunted]

Cirrus and Cumulus cuddling with you during your period - your cheek pressed against Cumulus’ chest, her heart thudding softly in your ear as she plays with your hair. Cirrus is lying behind you, gently holding a heating pad against your lower abdomen. She presses sweet kisses against your jaw and neck as you wait for your pain meds to kick in. They stay with you even after you fall asleep, admiring the way the light of the tv dances across your peaceful features.

[ghuleh-recs]

Yk who i think is really underrated when it comes to x f!reader fics?? Cumulus. I've barely seen anything of her and it breaks my over-dramatic heart!! Do you have anything of her?? I'm so desperate at this point lmaoo

Anon! You are so right and you should say it! I hope some of these are new to you. Enjoy ♡♡

recs under the cut.

fever for the fire - @gravehags - E, 1.7k

This abbey party fucking sucks. But what's waiting for you outside, certainly doesn't.

if you have kinktober (ch. 8) - @codekeeper - E, <1k

From your place sprawled out on the bed, you follow Cumulus’ movements with your eyes as she steps into the harness and adjusts it to fit over her curvaceous hips. She yanks at the straps impatiently, her brows furrowing in concentration; after hours of teasing you and working you open, she just wants to fuck you already.

Ghouls' Night Out - @cowboyemeritus - E, 1.9k

“I’ve never done it with another girl before,” you admit, almost shy. It drives the three hellbeasts mad, and they exchange glances. They look like lionesses out on a hunt and the buzzing arousal inside of you only grows at the sight. *also see these great headcanons here.

Praise - @lunariiawrites - E, 2k

After a fight breaks out, you're left to clean up the mess, and Cumulus decides to show you a few notes on the piano, among other things.

Kinktober 2021 (ch. 10) - @copias-thrall - E, <1k

Massage – Cirrus x Cumulus x Reader Cumulus has a great idea on how to spend the evening.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[negativeyield]

this bad begins (5613 words) by negativeyield

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band)Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Swiss/Original Ghoul Character(s) (Ghost Sweden Band), Everyone/Everyone, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band) & You, Aurora/Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band) Characters: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band), Aurora (Ghost Sweden Band), Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus (Ghost Sweden Band), Aether (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV Additional Tags: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band) Is a Little Shit, Polyamorous Ghouls (Ghost Sweden Band), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Worldbuilding, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Enthusiastic Consent, Friends to Lovers, multi ghoul lore, Swiss is Not Okay, there's more minor relationships than tagged, but lets just assume everyone be fucking, Sexual Tension, Sweet Aether (Ghost Sweden Band), quintessence lore

Summary You are a new multi-ghoul summoned for Ghost's upcoming tour. Since you haven't been topside in a while, Swiss helps you get your elements under control… but as you grow closer, you figure out he's been keeping an important secret from the rest of the ghouls.

[endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus]

[Headcannons] A Day At The Beach w/ The Ghouls & Ghoulettes

Cutesy lil fluffy thoughts that came to me at 3 am about my favorite band.

Thank you to my writing muse and fabulous goddess @sink-me-in-your-ocean for always proofreading my docs.

Bone apple teet (-‿◦☀)

ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟

bolts straight for the ocean, manically laughing - he very delulu but so stinking cute

wears fish themed swim trunks with matching fishy arm floaties

anyone who dares enter his domain is in for quite the surprise…

he pretends to be a shark

playfully gnaws on your ankles under the water before yanking on your leg and pulling you under

finds pretty seashells and gifts them to you with the most heart warming smile

“Rain! Its time to leave! Lets go!” you annoyingly yelled into the void of the blue ocean, knowing for damn sure he heard you.

In the distance you spot a gray blob emerging from the surface of the water, “NO!” the voice echoed back to shore before disappearing once again.

…

The car ride home, Rain was sitting in the back row curled up in a ball, tears silently flowing down his cheeks as he aimlessly stared out the window. *insert Summertime Sadness by Lana del Rey*

You roll your eyes as you catch a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror, shaking your head in disbelief, he is such a drama queen…

𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟

he’s here for the good vibes and shade

paints a thick coat of sunscreen from head to toe

lounges under the umbrella with a paperback book of Twilight

ends up falling asleep within 20 minutes

could honestly sleep for eternity

In a hushed whisper, “M-mountain?”, you gently nudge his shoulder, attempting to awake him so you can pack up the car and leave.

No response.

Anxiety slowly creeps in, i-is he dead?

His neck is exposed and you take two fingers to take his pulse, as soon as you make contact he jolts awake, both of you screaming. Him with a high-pitched shriek of fear and you in shock that he’s alive.

“I thought you were a vampire!” he hysterically gasped.

𝔻𝕖𝕨𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕡

hates despises water with a fiery passion (don’t get me started when it's time for him to bathe)

he made it his mission to dig the largest hole possible beside Phantom and Swiss who were on their separate crusade to construct the most glorious sand castle

starts clawing at the sand like a deranged dog, kicking the small particles in Phantom and Swiss’s face

gets scolded and growls at them before repositioning himself the other way

happily zens out in his proudly accomplished hole

doesn’t realize the high tide was coming in as the day went on, causing the shoreline to sneak in closer and closer

A small stream of water trickled into his territory but he ignored it, not thinking much of it at all and resumed his rest, leaning up against the high wall with his arms crossed. Dozing off after a laborious work day.

SWOOSH! A huge tidal wave of water crashed in, submerging him in salty depths, ultimately scaring him. He yelped and frantically tried to climb out of the overflowing pit. You rushed over to rescue him, pulling him up, his body shivering from the frigid temperature.

Once he secured his bearings within your arms, he angrily turned back to see the catastrophic wreckage. Madness ensued - every hair in his small figure shooting straight up and his tail viscously whipping side to side, creating dents in the soft sand.

Oh, he big mad.

This wasn’t the first time he’s lost his cool and most certainly will not be the last. He aggressively launched himself towards the evil aqua, nothing but pure rage fueling his very fiber. You swiftly caught him by the waist, wrapping your arms around him and digging your heels into the ground for proper anchorage.

He violently hissed and swatted his arms about like a mad man, you held onto him for dear life, shouting, “Dewdrop! Stop it!” over the savage snarling and profanity spewing out of his tiny mouth.

(home boy really thought he could physically throw hands with water).

ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞 & 𝕊𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕤

true definition of bromance

begged and pleaded for you to buy them the “Super Duper Crazy Mega Plastic Sand Castle” building kit (as advertised on TV). Equipped with every tool in the shed to assemble the perfect castle of your dreams!

they damn well knew how to abuse their power of sad puppy dog eyes and pouting lips

so of course you caved into their ridiculous yet adorable request

They scouted the vast sandy land, personal privateers carrying out the Dark Lord’s decree. Dewdrop tagged along behind them as they paced back and forth in this vigorous expedition for the “perfect spot” to declare ownership.

Swiss grunted in annoyance, “That’s too far of a walk from the water, we need it to dampen the sand.”

Phantom sighed, pointing to the area Swiss had fallen in love with, “The rocks are going to get in the way, it's too close.”

The two continued to butt heads, both equally stubborn and childish.

Dewdrop stood in the middle of them, his head whipping between who was speaking. Bored with the endless bickering, he plopped down on the cushiony sand, tracing a phallic symbol in the pale dirt, “What about right here?”

They exchanged a mischievous look with one another, mirroring a brow raise at the fascinating offer. In unison they shouted, leaping in the air to tackle down poor little Dewdrop.

“LAND HO!”

𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖

fashioning the cutest teeny, weeny, polka dot bikini

sprawled out her towel on the pillowy ground and laid facing down

basking in the sun's scorching hot rays

much like a cat, she loved to lounge in the sun any chance she got

its ultraviolet rays recharging her energy- utter bliss

She stretched her limbs far out as she could before turning over to roast the front of her body, exhaling a deep yawn and placing large rounded shades over her eyes.

Her face scrunched in frustration at the commotion coming from Phantom, Swiss and Dewdrop hooting and hollering - it was disturbing her well deserved me time and she will not have them ruin it!

She propped up on her elbows, lowering the shades to the tip of her nose to gander at what the fuck was going on, “Aye!”, she roared loud enough for everyone within a mile radius to hear, “Shut up over there! I’m trying to relax!”

All three immediately stopped to stare at her with wide, fearful expressions, knowing from past experience she would definitely give em a good bop on the head for pissing her off.

In a stink eye glaring standoff with the Ghouls, she slowly pushed up the frame of her sunglasses -not breaking contact- to re-cover her eyes and reclined backwards to lay.

“Idiots…” she muttered to herself.

ℂ𝕦𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕦𝕤 & ℂ𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕤

life of the party

verybody wants to be em or fuck em

baddest bitches

matching skull patterned bikinis and fancy floppy hats

love checking out the locale mom and pop shops lined up along the beach

buys trinkets/souvenirs for the other Ghouls

*insert shopping spree montage*

The ultra plush sand squished and practically swallowed their feet as they struggled to walk back to the group, hands full of bags from the shopping haul that they kindly charged to Papa’s credit card.

After settling in at basecamp, they began to unload the many items from chic clothing pieces to varying sizes of memorability that were neatly bound in gift wrap and topped with a colorful bow.

Cirrus used her thumb and pointer finger to whistle, calling the unruly herd to gather. The Ghouls' faces lit up in excitement as they sprinted to welcome the Ghoulettes. As Cirrus distributed the presents, Cumulus unboxed a package of ice cream sandwiches, letting each individual Ghoul pick out a flavor as they approached.

Today was a great day for the beach.

[cumulo-stratus]

is a pizza roll a dumpling?

I've never seen or eaten a pizza roll, but solely based off vibes of the name and what I think it looks like- no.

i think it's a cannoli

[you-know-honey]

Hello! All my content is organized here, If you like my content, reblog so it can reach more people.

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𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰 & 𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔰

The L Rule Part 1/2 Sodo x Fem!Reader

The L Rule Part 2/2 Sodo x Fem!Reader

Blondes Are the Best Jealous Sodo x Fem!Reader

Swearing Before the Altar Swiss x Fem!Reader

The Pact With the Rain Rain x Fem!Reader

𝔓𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔰

Tower Of Cups 1/4 Copia x Fem!Reader ANGST

Tower Of Cups 2/4 Copia x Fem!Reader ANGST

Tower Of Cups 3/4 Copia x Fem!Reader ANGST

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Dance Viktor x Fem!Reader

Green Vibes Viktor x Fem!Reader

Hanging in Your Hands 1/2 Viktor x Fem!Reader

Hanging in Your Hands 1/2 Viktor x Fem!Reader

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𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 (Sodo)

Chapter I:ℜ𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔶 𝔇𝔞𝔶 Chapter II: 𝔊𝔦𝔣𝔱

Curse of Twins (Nihil young)

Chapter I Chapter II

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The Path to Zaun (Viktor)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

[unnamed] (Silco)

SOON...

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Nameless Ghouls doing Cosplay

How does it feel to be in a relationship with the Nameless Ghouls (Based on songs)

How does it feel to be in a relationship with the Papas(Based on songs)

[anarchysartistry]

My last couple doodles from Instagram

Cirrus and Cumulus are just too cute <3

[lunariiawrites]

In Progress (Ghost) Fics!

Here are some WIPs that I'm working on! I'm beyond excited.

Fed Up. (Rain x Reader)

It’s been a long day in the Abbey, and Dew is doing what he does best. Antagonize. This causes you to see a side of Rain you’ve never seen before.

Water on a Burn (Dew x Reader) 

Dewdrop has been testy lately. Everyone notices, even your fellow siblings. Aether comes to you with a solution.

Ethereal (Cirrus x Reader)

It’s Halloween and the Ministry is alight with celebrations. You catch Cirrus’ attention and she pulls you away for your own fun.

Praise (Cumulus x Reader) 

A fight breaks out and you’re left to clean up the mess. Cumulus shows you how good she is with her keyboard, among other things.

If anyone has any ideas they'd like to see, feel free to let me know! I'm always happy to hear more!

[dailydoseofghoulettes]

thinking once more about how the ghoulettes respectively go about destroying y/n with a strap. self-indulgent rambling below.

i talked a while back on discord about how they absolutely have collections of toys that they can and will use on you and mY STATEMENT STILL STANDS. cirrus and cumulus have the biggest collections, aurora has one or two go-to glow-in-the-dark ones because she finds it hilarious to have a wall of glowing penises light up the room whenever she turns out the light.

cumulus has a pretty light blue cock that she favors, tapered nicely so that it slides in easily enough but leaves you reeling and full to the brim. loves to have you in the lotus position or really any pose where she can see your face melt with pleasure. i feel she's usually quite soft about topping you, adores pressing kisses all over your face, petting your hair, making sure you know how beautiful you are stretched around her, how well you're taking it!

cirrus's favorites are... a little bit intimidating. like, she has one with a knot that rivals mountain's, and they're long-- long enough to have you paling a little as she drapes it across your abdomen for the first time and seeing just how far it would reach inside you. i mean, are you sure that's even going to fit, you find yourself asking, but the moment she smiles at you you know she's going to find a way to make it fit. and oh boy, does she. one hour of stretching you out with her tongue and fingers later, you're astride her lap as she leans back against the sofa, your eyes glazing over as the fat tip slides inside you, and it's quite frankly a miracle how you're able to stay upright. she'll watch you slide down each agonizing inch of her, eyes dancing with amusement and arousal, until you collapse against her chest, trembling and mewling and trying desperately not to come from the stretch alone. oh how cirrus would love to flip you on your back and fuck you within an inch of your sanity then and there, but where's the fun in it if you don't work for it first?

aurora has a tried-and-true ribbed strap that's blue at the base and fades to a vibrant purple, which she finds very on brand. adores putting you in a mating press, there's something about looming over you and having you all bent up and positioned just right to receive her cum that just drives her absolutely crazy-- also, yeah, that thing's got a cumtube too, which she's very liberal about using. probably also the most casual about fucking you where someone might walk in out of all of them,, favors having you up against a wall with your legs around her waist in that case. loves to show off her strength.

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May Day 30: Love Letters/ Seranade

Mountain and Cumulus each have a way to uniquely show their love to one another. Mountain leaves her letters and Cumulus serenades him while he works.

Words: 1001

Rating: Gen/Everyone

Read below the cut or on AO3 here

Cumulus could feel her frustrations billowing out and disturbing the air around her, fluffy curls flying wildly in the miniature storm as she stomped down the hall to her room. Nothing seemed to be going her way all day and all she wanted to do was get back to her room to scream into her pillow. 

Throwing the door open with an annoyed huff, she looks into her room and notices a little green envelope propped against her pillow accompanied by a singular pink tulip. Immediately the storm she had accidentally conjured stills as a tiny squeal escapes her lips. How Mountain had time to sneak in here to leave the surprise for her when he has been pulled all across the entire abbey on various chores for Sister Imperator since sunrise is a mystery, but one she doesn’t care about solving. 

Cumulus adds the flower to the mismatched bouquet in her window and sits down to look over the letter Mountain left her. On the front in silver ink is a large image of a fluffy vaguely heart shaped cloud with a smiley face in the middle. She rips open the envelope and feels that last whisper of frustration leave as she begins to read the letter penned out in Mountain's usual scratchy script.

A token of affection for the most beautiful cloud in the wide vast sky.

You are like a breath of fresh air wherever you go, raining down laughter and radiance upon each person you meet. I am so glad you deign to wander these dreary halls with hermits such as myself when clearly you are meant to hang high in the sky for all to admire. I am so deeply touched that the rest of the pack and I get to call you ours. 

May we conspire at the horizon forever and always,

Mountain

Cumulus pulls out the small lockbox covered with stickers of various flowers from under her bed, taking a moment to rifle through the other letters. Near the bottom she finds her favorite, the very first letter that Mountain had ever left her with a little four leafed clover pressed between the fold of the light blue stationary. After rereading the letter and placing the new one inside she seals the box up and slides it back under the bed.

Letters from Mountain were no new thing, but somehow the earth ghoul managed to have a sixth sense about when exactly she really needed them. Though they did not come often, she treasured each one. The practice was something private for only the two of them to share away from the rest of the pack, as was the way in which she voiced her deep love for the earth ghoul. He snuck her letters and she snuck into the greenhouse to serenade Mountain while he worked whenever he least expected it.

Already she was brainstorming ideas for what song she wanted to sneak into the greenhouse and serenade Mountain with tomorrow morning. She was already planning on doing so sometime this week, but the perfect timing of the letter made her decide to move the timeline up. 

The next morning Cumulus makes sure to rise early. When she stumbles out into the kitchen there is already a fresh pot of coffee waiting for everyone, as well as two cups with custom tea bags inside them, one for her and one for Rain. Judging by the cold kettle Mountain must have left here a while ago. 

After preparing her tea, Cumulus slinks off, warm mug in hand as she strolls lazily through the garden path towards the greenhouse she knows Mountain will be working in. 

She pushes the door open centimeters at a time in an attempt to best the squeaky hinge. She gets the door mostly open before a tiny screech comes from the door. 

“Traitor” she pouts, but looking in sees no sign of Mountain in the main area. She lets the door slowly close on its own and steps deeper into the gigantic greenhouse until she sees Mountains auburn hair up in the bun sticking up from just above a workbench as he fiddles with something on the ground. 

She launches into her song, serene notes of adoration echoing slightly off of the walls as the song builds. Mountain turns around, beaming at her with so much love and adoration that Cumulus feels like the one being serenaded. 

As the final notes of the song fade out Mountain hops across the workbench, picking Cumulus up off her feet and swinging her around. 

“I’m so happy to see you, songbird.” Mountain chimes, his normal low timbre shooting up in pitch. 

“Alright, alright, down boy” Cumulus giggles, smacking lightly at his arm to put her down. “Did you really need to leap over the table about that?”

They both look at the line of potting soil smeared along his pant leg from sliding across the table and laugh.

“Oh absolutely ‘Lus. Walking around would have wasted like an entire second. Besides, I got excited.”

Cumulus leans her head against his chest, humming contently as he wraps his arms back around her tightly. They both stand there, swaying slightly enjoying the rare moment completely alone. 

“Ya know, speaking of getting excited…” Cumulus leads, pulling back to look Mountain in the eye. The way he tilts his head slightly in expectation makes the little bits of loose hair falling out of his bun fall down framing his face beautifully. 

“I was wondering what that line you wrote about conspiring at the horizon was all about” she continues with a wink. 

“Your room or mine, songbird?”

Cumulus makes a big show of trying to consider which option to choose, pantomiming weighing out the options in each hand. 

Mountain scoops her up into a princess carry, earning a surprised squeak from the ghoulette, before rushing out the door and towards the garden path back to the ghoul dorms.

“Time’s a wastin’, decide on the way my dove!”

[sodoshame]

Are You Warm Enough?

Nameless Ghouls x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Just fluff.

Summary: You fall asleep in the library, waking up in a ghouls arms. You then end up in a ghoul pile.

A/N: This is quite short, I’m sorry! Hope you enjoy though!

Trying to keep my eyes open, I groan as I sit up in my chair, stretching my arms out. I’m so, so incredibly tired; but Sister Imperator is insisting that I get this task done before the end of the day. Looking around the library, I realise there’s no-one else here. Surely a little nap won’t hurt? I set an alarm on my phone for twenty minutes, and I rest my head on the desk, allowing my eyes to close.

~20 minutes later~

I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. Confused, my eyes flicker open. Suddenly I realise I’m being carried. Looking up, I see a familiar, friendly face.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Aether smiles at me, still walking whilst carrying me.

“Aeth? I- What?” I mumble, still sleepy and confused.

“You’re gonna come back to the ghoul den, okay? You’ve been working too much, and we miss you.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But- Sister Imperator-” I start, looking around in slight confusion.

“Don’t worry about her. We’ll take care of it.” He smiles at me again, entering the common room. Putting me back on my feet, Aether shouts out to the others, alerting them of my presence.

Before I can do anything about it, I feel a strong pair of arms lift me up again, carrying me to the couch. I look up, being met with a toothy grin.

“Hi there, baby girl.” Swiss grins, sitting on the sofa and positioning me so my head is on his lap. Still sleepy, I look around, not really knowing what’s going on. I feel Swiss start to scratch my head gently with his claws, making me relax a bit.

“Mhm, that’s nice…” I mumble sleepily, letting my eyes close again.

I feel my legs be lifted up, then put back down. Opening my eyes again, I glance over to see Aether, who’s gently massaging my calves. Before I know it, Dew jumps on top of me, promptly snuggling his head into my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist, immediately purring.

“Oh, hey Dewy.” I chuckle sleepily. He responds by giving me a little squeeze and nuzzling into my neck.

Mountain walks in, ruffling my hair, as he sits down by Swiss’ legs, leaning against him. I smile at him, just accepting what I now knew was happening. A ghoul cuddle pile.

I hear excited chattering, I look up to see Cirrus and Cumulus walk in. They both grin at me and Cumulus settles down next to Swiss, leaning against him, and Cirrus plants herself on top of her. Then comes Rain and Phantom; they sit either side of Mountain, snuggling into him. Rain holds his hand up, clutching mine and giving it a little squeeze. I feel Dew raise his head slightly.

“Are you warm enough?” He asks, sounding tired himself.

“Yeah, but guys-” I start talking but am immediately interrupted by Dew snuggling his face back into my neck.

“Then sleep.” He mumbles simply.

I chuckle, finally giving into my tiredness. There’s no place I’d rather be than surrounded by my ghouls.

[notapradagurl7]

method man again soon ?

Let Me In.

Black!OC x Method ManWerewolf!

Summary: On a snowy night, you discover that your old flame has transformed into a werewolf, you rescue him from the storm.

A/N: Yes, here you go! it’s been a minute since I wrote for this fine man, I do love black fantasy and hope to see more, Don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open! ❤️🫡

Warnings: fluff, smut, wolf transformation, piv, heavy dirty talk, angst, filth, biting, breeding kink, fictional, not real, kinda like a blurb.

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Sitting cross-legged on the suede red couch, your brown pupils on the Garamond font printed on the white pages of the book in your right hand with the soft sound of jazz playing from the jet-black television across the room. Using the same remote to lower the volume, you sat surrounded by vintage red floral wallpaper, in the medium-sized living room where you were relaxed and at ease, chilling like a villain in your little sanctuary.

The small flakes of white snow descended from the thick,  cumulus clouds without a shade of blue showing up above, December arrived quicker than she thought every time of the year, she wanted to stay in your relaxed home where it was warm and safe.

The scent of mint filled the air while she had just finished placing a few candles in the room. Curling up with a cherry red blanket and a red mug of hot chocolate in her hand, tiny marshmallows floating at the of the brown beverage, she snuggled deeper into the couch.

Simone closed the book with a gentle snap, her gaze caught something outside the window in the white snow. Putting her mug and book down on the coffee table, she made her way toward the window, her palms pressed against the cold glass.

Tightening her gaze, she tried to make out the figure from the distance, it was a raven-haired werewolf. "Oh, Is that a wolf? I gotta go save it." she muttered to herself, feeling a twinge of sympathy. Without a second thought, she rushed towards the front door.

Why was there a werewolf in a snowstorm all alone without anyone noticing or saving it?

Clothed in a bright red coat, matching pants, her raven box braids swayed with her movement and snow boots as she crept toward the werewolf. With each step, the crunch of her boots mixed with the creature's growls echoing through the chilly air.

Simone slowly approached the werewolf, and blood dripped from its wounded arm. Simone spoke in a soft tone, her eyes on the creature's slow movements. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," she reassured, cautious not to frighten the beast or become its next prey.

The melanated woman gently caressed the wolf's head, its golden eyes fixed on her hand as she hears a soft whine. Moving her thumb back and forth in a soothing motion, She comforted, "You're safe with me, don't worry." The wolf was just the right size to be lifted by Simone - not too big, not too small.

After entering her home, Simone secured the door behind her pushing it with her clothed back. The wolf, still cradled in her arms, was gently placed onto the plush, brown chocolate-colored carpet. "I'll be back okay?" she reassured the animal, before getting a First Aid Kit from underneath her sink in the white cabinet.

Carefully treating his wound using peroxide and white bandage tape, locking eyes with the wolf's eyes again. "You did a great job, you're quite familiar—What's your name?" Simone asked him, raising her brow.

She remembers seeing the same wolf in the woods while she was outside gathering firewood for her house, is the wolf an old flame of hers? Clifford.

Cliff and Simone were dating a few years ago until he began acting strange, the irises of his eyes changed to golden, and his teeth were sharper, she remembers that day when he told her he was changing but she didn't think he would be a werewolf. Maybe that's why he ran away, he didn't want anyone especially her to see him as a monster or be heckled and shunned by the townsfolk.

Simone listened closely, a voice suddenly spoke to her in her thoughts. "Hello, Simone. It's me Cliff," the voice said. The wolf's ears perked up at the sound of his deep, masculine tone through Simone's mind like an echo. She knew without a doubt that it was him.

"Cliff what happened to you? I thought you were dead or—wait can you change back to a human?" She asked him, needing to see if it was really him.

A crimson-red glow, its thick tendrils swirling before her eyes. When the light scattered, a naked and vulnerable man sat before her. She quickly grabbed a large navy blue towel from the nearby suede couch, draping it over his shoulders to cover him. Her face turned red as she buried her face into the towel. Cliff chuckled at her reaction, grateful for the warmth of the towel.

"What's wrong baby girl?" Cliff asked, raising a brow, his voice still deep yet more human-like. Good thing he couldn't see her blushed face with the towel around him and her chin resting on his shoulder. "You're naked Cliff, I'm gonna get you some clothes okay?..." she told him, the closeness between their bodies made her heart thump out of her chest, she missed him so much.

Cliff chuckled, "Yeah, that would be a great idea." He turned around to face her with their eyes meeting, their bodies still close. "I missed you," he softly told her, his eyes locking onto hers intensely.

She felt shivers run down her spine at his words, her heart racing even faster. "I missed you too," she replied with a warm smile, blushing again.

As she stood up from the plush brown chocolate carpet, she sauntered through the cramped hallway and loomed into the exposed doorway of the medium-sized room with the vintage red floral wallpaper. With a faint blush, she gingerly opened the closet door and rummage through the hangers of clothes, finding the perfect outfit for him.

She gave him some baggy clothes that fit him perfectly, The black sweatpants and plain sweatshirt once belonged to her older brother. Cliff quickly changed into the clothing, feeling more at ease and less exposed. "Thank you, Simone," he thanked her. Grateful to be saved by her from the snowstorm.

Simone smiled warmly at him, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. "It's no problem, baby. I'm just glad I could help," she replied, patting his shoulder gently. "But we need to talk about what happened to you. How did you became a werewolf?"

Cliff sighed deeply, his eyes darkened as he remembered the night that had changed his life forever. "It was a full moon night, and I was out in then woods walking with some friends. We stumbled upon a pack of werewolves, we tried to run away but every single of them attacked us baby," he said, taking a seat on the couch.

He paused, taking a deep breath. "I thought I was going to die, but then something strange started happening to my body. I felt my bones shifting, my muscles bulging, and my senses becoming stronger and then I transformed into this." his hands gripped the fabric of the sweatshirt so tightly that he trembled uncontrollably.

Simone's heart softened as she saw the pain in his eyes. She decided to comfort him. "Come here, Cliff," she said in a soft tone, gesturing him to her embrace. He leaned in, burying his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her mint perfume.

Their hearts flutter in sync, Despite his werewolf senses, he resisted the urge to take control and simply snuggled into her warmth. a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, and a sense of peace washed over him.

Cliff regretted leaving her behind when he transformed into a werewolf yet here they were in her living room, why couldn't he have told her? He was too scared. Simone held him close, rubbing soothing circles on his back as he let out a few quiet sobs.

Her black sweatshirt absorbed his tears one by one, "You're not a monster, baby," she whispered, her words giving him a glint of hope.

The old flames sat in silence, the only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace, he quickly pulled away from her embrace as he wiped his tears away, "Thank you..I'm sorry for leaving you Simone.." Cliff apologized, his voice laced with regret. His thumb traced her jawline lovingly.

Her palm cupped his breaded face with her brown pupils on his dark brown ones, "It's okay, you had to leave. I understand."

Cliff nuzzled his nose against her palm, gently kissing her handprint while letting out a low growl of contentment, "No it's not, I promise i won't leave again baby.." he calmed, hearing the sincerity in his tone.

She pulled him in by his shoulders to bring his face in, making him into her brown eyes. "Then don't leave...stay here." She replied to him with a soft tone, He leaned in closer, his lips against brushing hers.

His lips pressed onto hers in a steamy kiss. It was like they were making up for lost time, their bodies pressed together as they deepened the kiss, quickly undressing and preparing for their sensual act.

Her naked back rested against the plush, brown chocolate-colored carpet with his big hands latched on her hips as he rested her legs on top of his broad shoulders, giving her every inch of thick dick, he was much bigger this time that she felt every vein of his dick pulsating inside of her wet walls.

Clenching around him so perfectly, stretching her out after each jagged stroke, His fingers dug into her skin, leaving marks while he pulled her closer to him. Simone squirmed beneath him, their low eyes locked with his forehead pressed against hers.

Her arms draped his neck pulling him in closer with their bodies pressed against each other while he lowers his head to suckle on her neck and his sharp teeth grazing on her melanated skin earning a moan from his lover, Cliff plunges deeper into her, "Oh fuck! Cliff!! Deeper!!" Simone chanted out, her fingernails leaving bloody scratches on the delicate skin of his shoulder blades which made him hiss through his teeth.

Cliff quickly stood up from the carpet with him quickly pulled out of her as he carries her to the grey suede couch with her hands on the headrest of the couch while he gripped the back of her thighs hiking them up to his slender hips as he slipped back into her from behind with a soft moan leaving her lips, "Is that deep enough for you baby?" he groaned lowly, ramming into her causing her dainty hands gripped the headrest for dear life.

His low eyes fixated on her face twisting up in pleasure with her fingernails gripping the carpet and her toes curling into a ball from his animalistic thrusts sending her over the edge while her vision became dotty with tears cascading down her rosy red cheeks, he was making up for the lost time, the distance between them that crushed them, he couldn't run away from her again, "You're so beautiful.." he told her, his teeth sunk underneath his lips.

Their melanated bodies were covered in sweat and glistening from the dim lighting above the chandelier adding to the wet squelching noises and the skin-to-skin slapping aired out in the living room, "Y-yesss! Y-you're so deep!!" she cried out to him, throwing her ass back on him while he throw his head back from her clenching and creaming on his length, "Fuckk..you feel so good." Cliff groaned raspily, kissing up her arch passionately.

His dick twitched inside of her walls with her legs shaking weakly in his clutch feeling the shockwaves of pleasure flowing through her body, giving her more than a few sloppy strokes seeing her wetness trickle down in between her thighs as he dug her out, "I-i'm cumming...c-cum in me please.." she moaned lowly in between his strokes, by her request.

Her essence gushed on his dick completely, He unleashed his huge load of his nut through her walls, he grunted lowly, filling her up. Moaning at the same time.

Cliff caught her body in his arms while he seated her on his lap with the lovers breathing heavily, "i love you.." he told you, his hands gently caressing her thighs lovingly as he pecked her forehead.

Enjoying the silence between them, "I love you too.." she replied back, smiling with heat creeping on her cheeks.

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