#cumulus/sunshine

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 12: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

pairing(s): sunshine/cumulus words: 1036

notes: explicit! transfemme sunshine (cock used for her anatomy). thank you @askingforthesun for the pairing suggestion <3

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It starts as it usually does. A gentle touch, a brief brush of lips. Things are comfortable between them—falling together for a cuddle (and a little something more) is as simple as breathing. Sunshine likes this about her and Cumulus and their developing relationship.

And she likes Cumulus a lot.

Today is especially difficult for the multi ghoulette. Cumulus feels different. Softer, somehow. Her hair is as smooth as silk between her bitten-short claws, and her exposed thighs pillowy and warm beneath her own. She grips Sunny’s waist a little tighter than normal as they makeout, oversized t-shirt bunching in her hands. Even her scent is sweeter. Summer breeze with waves of sweetgrass and something floral—hydrangeas, maybe. The hint of vanilla body lotion is the cherry on top of the slowly crumbling cake that is Sunshine’s resolve to not go absolutely horndog on this big, gorgeous girl.

It doesn’t help that just last night she creamed herself to memories of Cumulus jokingly bending over for Dew at breakfast the other day, tiny little sleep shorts doing nothing to hide every curve of her. The jiggle of her ass when the fire ghoul smacked it in appreciation certainly didn’t help her fantasies of Cumulus on her knees for her, her nails digging into the meat of her hips while she humped into her like a bunny. 

Cumulus slips her tongue into her mouth, and the noise Sunshine makes is far from decent. The air ghoulette just huffs a laugh and licks across the back of her teeth. Pulling at the small of her back until she has to arch against her. 

It’s terribly hot and sexy of her, and Sunny is pushing her onto her back before her brain can catch up with her body. She pants against her mouth, hot and suddenly insistent. Her fingers clutch at the ruffles of Cumulus’ shorts, wanting so badly just to pull them off and see more of her. Get her fingers or face or something else between those gorgeous thighs and—

“Sunbug,” she mumbles.

“Yeah,” she slurs, dazed and distracted. Quickly on her way to getting drunk on Cumulus and doing something nefarious.  

“Sunshine,” Cumulus says, more insistently this time. She isn’t angry or upset, but the way she punctuates her name makes her spring up, a string of spit still connected by the corners of their mouths snapping and adhering itself to her chin. 

“What?”

Cumulus smooths her hands up the smaller ghoulette’s thighs. Dancing dangerously high. She bites her lip, eyes darting up and down between them. “You’re hard, baby.”

“I—” Sunshine looks down to find that yes, she’s fattened up along the seam of her bike shorts, cock pushing at the spandex. She rubs her hand along the ridge of it and gasps. “Oh,” she says eloquently. She can feel her cheeks turn a bright shade of crimson, ears pinning back against her head. “‘M sorry.”

“Sorry?” Cumulus shakes her head in disbelief. “Got nothing to be sorry for,” she assures. Her hands continue to move up and down her thighs, the iridescent green nail polish on her nails sparkling against the maroon of her shorts. She’s panting now; can’t help it, not with Cumulus looking at her like that. Appreciative. Loving. Hungry. An image of her with her glossed lips mouthing over her cock flashes through her mind, and she throbs so hard her eyes roll back. 

Cumulus bites back a moan. “Haven’t even touched you yet.” 

Sunshine’s eyes go wide. She thinks she stops breathing. 

“I will. If you want me to. You don’t have to hide it, baby, it’s okay.”

She blinks. Mouth opening and closing like a guppy and nothing is coming out, oh Lucifer say something!

“Sunbug.” Cumulus pulls her in by the shirt, low enough so she can cup Sunny’s face with both her hands. Gentle but insistent. “Look at me. Are you okay?”

Their gaze finally comes into focus. Honey-amber into bright sky-blue. And Sunshine’s never seen so much love and desire concentrated there. “I want you so bad,” she blurts out, tongue suddenly too big for her mouth. “For a while now,” she adds, barely above a whisper. 

Cumulus hums. Slides a hand down her chest and around to her ass. “You can have me,” she says easily. 

“Fuck, really?” 

A moment of silence hangs between them. Sunshine’s heart jumps to her throat. But then Cumulus is laughing, smiling so wide her cheeks make her squint. She can’t help but giggle in return, laughing at her obliviousness.

“Come back here. Kiss me again,” Cumulus demands through dying huffs of breath. Sunny can’t do anything but oblige, dipping down to press their smiling mouths together again. 

The first few kisses are chaste—pecks, really. Given through the last of her giggles until she’s able to settle against the air ghoulette fully. The next kiss is long, deepening at the end and warming the fire in her belly. Shared breath and subtle petting drop her right back into the moment, and before she knows it, Cumulus is fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her head back to kiss at her neck. 

“Hah, ‘Lus that’s—oh.” Her hips stutter forward of their own accord, tail kinking up behind her. Cumulus moans against her skin and bucks her hips up to meet her aborted thrust, granting her delicious friction that has her groaning and digging her claws into the sheets. 

“Want you to feel how hot you make me,” Cumulus says breezily. She snatches up one of Sunny’s hands and guides it between them, shoving her fingers past the waistband of her shorts and into her underwear. She’s even softer here; Sunshine pets through her neatly trimmed curls straight down into her folds, warm and plump and wet. 

“Fuck, unholy fuck, ‘Lus, you feel so good.”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “That’s it, good girl.”

Sunshine nearly chokes on her own saliva, cock kicking hard where it’s trapped beneath too-tight fabric. She can feel herself leak when Cumulus mischievously slots a thigh between her legs, pushing up until she curves in on herself with a gut-punched moan.

“‘Lus—”

She smiles, all dimples and fangs. “Mm, that good?” 

“Too good, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍��𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[aweisz]

to quote lukka, qwoimnn/.. womn..

[coffeeghoulie]

Cumulus and Sunny my not-so-secret beloveds for #7?

#7: to shut them up

sunny's a nerd and cumulus loves that for her, hope you enjoy <3

from this prompt list

It's a quiet Saturday in the band ghoul den, a rarity, and Cumulus means to take advantage of the temporary respite from the chaos. She curls her legs under her in one of the large armchairs in the common room, turning a skein of yarn over in her hands.

It's impossibly soft, a variegated thing that fades from deep, rich navy to a light silver, and she thinks it would be perfect for a scarf for Rain. The poor thing doesn't fair well in the cold Abbey winters.

She pulls one of her hooks out from where she tucked it behind her ear and pulls up a video on her phone; she'd been meaning to teach herself a new stitch. If it didn't turn out quite right the first time, oh well, she can always frog the thing.

Cumulus chains for a few moments until it's long enough for the short side of a scarf, pausing the video as the woman explains how to form the stitch, how many chains to skip and where to work the next one. She hums, following along slowly until she begins to get the hang of it.

It doesn't take long for the peace she's taking advantage of to be broken. Pounding footsteps echo down the hall, and if Cumulus couldn't pick up the citrus and fresh air smell of one of her packmates, one of her girls, her hackles would have raised, ruffled feathers and pinned back ears.

Instead, Sunshine bursts into the common room, copper curls bouncing as she looks around, eyes alight as she makes eye contact with the air ghoulette.

"Lu! Songbird!" She calls, grinning ear to ear and giving Swiss a run for his money.

"Hi, sparky," Cumulus says, eyes flicking back down to the yarn in her hands, not quite confident enough to do this new stitch blind. "You're done for the day?"

Sunny bounds over, tail wagging like an over enthusiastic labrador retriever. "Yep, just finished session zero, everybody's got their characters made. We start actually playing next week."

Cumulus hums politely. She knows that Sunshine's playing Dungeons and Dragons with some of the other ghouls; Special running the table and Cowbell one of their regular players since before she had been summoned. But in recent years, Sunshine's joined in, as well as two especially brave Siblings, and their newest player, Aeon.

"I'm playing a wild magic sorcerer named Aveline, she's human but that gives me a plus one buff to all of my ability scores-" she rambles, clambering into Cumulus's lap like an excessively needy cat, nudging the top of her head underneath Cumulus's chin.

The air ghoulette laughs, reaching around her lapful of multighoulette to pause the video on her phone as Sunshine keeps talking. "Aeon's got a half-elven rogue named Vox, stereotypical, I know, but it's easy enough for them to keep track of, no spell slots to worry about, just gotta get behind people and rack up that sneak attack damage."

Cumulus hums, grinning as she tucks her hook back behind her feathered ear. She watches for a moment as Sunshine gestures loudly as she keeps talking, rules and stats that she's explained a dozen times over but Cumulus has never been able to keep straight in her mind. Her eyes go soft as Sunny keeps talking, tail wagging so fast the spade thumps against the armchair, nearly knocking Cumulus's phone off of the arm. Something warm swells in her chest, a feeling that's never far off when Sunshine enters the room.

Cumulus can't take it anymore, acting on that warm feeling and grabbing Sunny's cheeks, pulling her down to cut off her ramble with a big kiss. It's worth it to see Sunny's brain shut off, train of thought completely derailed. Her feathers ruffle with a smug grin at the dumbfounded expression on her face.

"What was that for?" Sunny complains, whining. But Cumulus knows better, wrapping her arms around Sunny's waist and pulling her more securely onto her lap.

"I love it when you're passionate, Spark. Tell me more."

Sunny, ever eager, is happy to comply.

[divine-misfortune]

Cumulus/Sunny, tattoo shop/flower shop owners au?

"It's not gonna hurt," Cumulus sighed softly - clearly tinged with amusement and a familiar fondness that tamed Sunshine's nervous heart.

"It's gonna hurt" she whined and threw her head back against the headrest with as much drama as the ghoulette could muster, arm over her eyes for emphasis. Though she did peek out from underneath it, watching curiously as Cumulus continued to draw wrapping vines and flowering buds along the length of her forearm with a steady hand and an oversized sharpie. She was pretty when she worked, plump pink lip caught between her teeth and the gentlest knit of her brow, focus was a good look on her.

"You're a big girl, you'll be fine." Those sky blue eyes flicked up from underneath soft white lashes, sending something in poor Sunshine's belly fluttering, "if it really hurts that bad, I'll kiss it better. Promise."

[miasmaghoul]

Mushy May - Day 6

Prompt: Picnic

Rating: Teen+ Pairing: Cumulus/Sunshine Contains: summertime flirting, the inherently sexual act of feeding someone a peach, nibbling as a love language, a significant lack of mush because I straight up forgot , and the promise of a nice meal :) Word Count: ~1.4k

Summary: The girls have a snack while they wait for Cirrus to bring them lunch. A very normal lunch. :)

Summertime at the abbey is something special. Cumulus adores it - she’d spend every waking moment outside if she could get away with it. By the lake, wandering the forest and the gardens, up on the abbey roof - anything was fair game.

But this - this is her favorite place to be.

The orchard in summer is a sight to behold, rolling hills covered in trees filled to bursting with citrus and stone fruits. Tended to by Mountain and a handful of earth hybrids, the harvest is destined for sale at the abbey’s associated farmstand. For now, though, the branches above remain heavy with nature’s bounty. 

It’s a rare day off for the ghouls and they’ve been out here for a while; Cumulus, Cirrus and Sunshine had spent their morning swimming with Rain and Mountain while Dew, Swiss and Aether lazed about on the shore. The ghoulettes had retreated to the orchard - still clad in their swimsuits - once a splash fight had broken out amongst the boys, surreptitiously absconding with a worn old blanket from the greenhouse. Cumulus was hardly complaining - the hills here are much better for soaking up the essence of summer.

Cumulus takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the heady fragrance of sun-warmed fruit. She’s sitting in the comfortable shade of a peach tree, resting against its trunk and basking in the unmatched calm of the world around her.

The peace is broken soon enough by a disgruntled groan from her left, Sunshine poking at her thigh.

“What’s taking so long?” The other ghoulette whines, picking at their blanket. She’s on her back, starfished, bronze skin glowing in the summer sun. “I’m starving!” A gentle breeze ruffles her russet curls, brushes them over her forehead, and Sunshine looks so beautiful that Cumulus can only smile.

“Relax, sunbug,” she trills, reaching out to give Sunshine’s bare foot a gentle pat. “Cir will be back with lunch any minute, I‘m sure.”

“That’s what you said ten minutes ago,” Sunshine says with a grumpy huff, a cute little crease forming between her brows. Cumulus sighs, impossibly fond.

“Patience, sweet pea,” she coos, running her thumb over the pronounced bone of Sunshine’s ankle. “Patience.”

Sunshine grumbles under her breath, but doesn’t argue further. Cumulus can’t blame her for complaining, really. They have been out here for a while, and Cumulus would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling more than a little peckish herself. She tips her head back as she strokes Sunshine’s shin, smiling at the ticklish feeling of the other ghoulette’s leg hair. Afternoon sunlight filters through the leaves and Cumulus sees something that she know will help.

“How about a snack while we wait?” 

Sunshine’s head shoots up in an almost comical way, her golden eyes sparkling. 

“You have snacks!? And you didn’t tell me!?” 

Cumulus laughs, pointing upwards, and the other ghoulette follows her perfectly manicured finger - right to the fat, ripe peach hanging a few feet above them..

“Grab that for me, would you?”  

Sunshine needs no further convincing, scrambling excitedly to her feet. Cumulus watches with an appreciative gaze - the other ghoulette is a vision in her sun-yellow bikini, the halter neck and low-cut bottoms exposing a delicious amount of soft, warm skin. The red stone in Sunshine’s dangly belly button piercing glitters in the light, catching in the entrancing line of her happy trail when she hops up to grab the fruit. If Cumulus drools a little at the sight, she really can’t be faulted for it. 

Sunshine wrests the peach from its home easily, handing it down to her with a toothy grin. Cumulus accepts it with a wink, gesturing at her lap, and Sunshine gladly accepts the wordless invitation. She lays on her back, resting her head on those plush thighs, and Cumulus takes a moment to scratch the base of her cute little horns. Sunshine purrs at the touch, turning her head to nip affectionately at the soft swell of Cumulus’s belly.

“C’mon, Lus,” she murmurs, wrapping an arm around her waist, “gonna eat you pretty soon.” Cumulus flashes her some fang.

“You promise, sweetheart?”

Sunshine’s eyes glimmer with something mischievous and she tugs at Cumulus’s polka dotted bikini bottoms with her teeth. Cumulus chirrups and gives her a wink as she unglamours a single, long claw and uses it to split the peach; it’s blush pink and warm to the touch. Impossibly juicy once she breaks the skin, drops of the stuff falling from her fingers and onto Sunshine’s chin and chest. The other ghoulette giggles, wriggling around with her tongue out, chasing that dripping nectar.

“Stay still,” Cumulus chides, but she can’t hide the amusement in her voice. Sunshine is simply too cute for her own good sometimes - but she knows when to listen, and quickly settles. Cumulus pulls a chunk of flesh from the peach and dangles it over the other ghoulette’s face. “Open up, sweet girl.” 

Sunshine’s eyes go heavy at Cumulus’s sultry tone, plush lips parting. Cumulus feeds her the fruit with delicate fingers, Sunshine wrapping that skilled tongue around it and pulling it into her mouth with a pleased hum. 

“Tasty?” Sunshine nods, licking juice from the corner of her mouth.

“Almost as sweet as you, Lussy,” she says with a wink, and Cumulus is wont to believe her.

They fall into comfortable silence, Cumulus feeding the other ghoulette bits of fruit and relishing the slide of that tongue against her skin. She only steals a single bite for herself, and it tastes like summertime incarnate. Soon enough the peach is gone and Cumulus chucks the pit over her shoulder, juice trailing all the way down to her elbow. She moves to wipe it off on the blanket, but Sunshine catches her wrist before she gets the chance.

Cumulus huffs out a pleased sigh when Sunshine licks at her fingers, her palm, down her wrist and forearm. She purrs while she works, and Cumulus’s other hand makes its way to rest on Sunshine’s stomach. She can’t resist dragging her nails along the subtle ridge of her ribs, delighting in the way Sunshine squirms. It’s so entrancing that she can’t stop, sliding those elegant fingers over the other ghoulette’s stomach, dipping into her navel. Fiddling with that pretty piercing before drifting further south.

“You’re so warm,” Cumulus lilts, fingertips gliding through that soft hair, teasing the edge of her swimsuit bottoms. Sunshine looks up at her through long lashes, sucking the last traces of juice from Cumulus’s thumb. “Bet you taste real nice right now, hmm?”

Sunshine kisses the tip of her thumb before releasing Cumulus’s hand. She reaches up and rests a delicate palm on Cumulus’s cheek, thumbing over her luscious lower lip. Cumulus nuzzles into the touch and Sunshine gives her a dangerous little smirk. 

“Maybe you should come down here and find out.”

Cumulus sinks her licked-clean hand into Sunshine’s soft curls, tugging her head back and admiring the slender line of the throat. Maybe later she’ll sink her teeth into the tender skin there, really get her to squirm. For now, though, those peach-pink lips are calling her name. Cumulus offers a warm smile, filled with promise.

“Maybe I wi-”

A distant scream cuts her off, and the pair of them freeze. Cumulus watches the way Sunshine’s ear flicks, feels her breath hitch; when she catches the faintest hint of copper floating on the honeyed breeze, Cumulus has the singular pleasure of watching Sunshine’s pupils narrow to cat-like slits. She breathes out a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to the other ghoulette’s cheek instead and straightening up.

“I think it’s lunchtime, sunbug.” 

Sunshine grins, her fangs elongating, the tips of her ears going fuzzy.

“Dibs on the liver,” she chirps, and, well, Cumulus can never say no to that face. 

“Better hurry,” she croons, patting Sunshine’s cheek, “you know that’s Cir’s favorite part.”

Another scream, closer this time, and Sunshine is out of her lap before Cumulus can even blink. She watches as Sunshine scampers off on all fours, her tail lashing wildly behind her. Cumulus rolls her eyes as she stands, smirking, endlessly amused by the other ghoulette’s boundless energy.

“Save some for me!”

As she strides towards the joyous melody of visceral screams and tearing flesh, freeing her razor-sharp talons and stretching her jaw along the way, Cumulus can’t help but wonder if kidneys pair well with peaches.

[sonnenflamme]

Ghosttober/Kinktober Day 4: Temperature play

Ya‘ll have heard of the icy hot boys now get ready for the icy hot girls

(Feat. Mommy Lus because I couldn’t help myself)

Little warning because Cumulus promises Sunshine Aurora‘s body without asking her first, but we all know that she‘s very enthusiastic about getting filled by her favourite fellow hybrid ghoulette.

Trans Sunny because I am me.

Kinktober list by @kroas-adtam (I decided to join in on the fun, heh)

I‘ll be your goddess and you‘ll sing my praises

Pairing: Sunshine/Aurora/Cumulus

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Aurora makes her way down to where Sunshine kneels and gets into place next to her. She pulls out her fingers and watches as the smallest ghoulette immediately pushes three of her own fingers inside.

Lus nearly screams as she feels the intense temperature difference, only enhanced by how her own skin is generally warmer than Aurora‘s.

It’s pushing her closer to the edge, and watching Sunshine clean off her fingers by licking her off of them doesn’t help in the slightest.

Read here on ao3

Tagging @ghouletteanon for ghoulette reasons and thank you @iamthecomet for encouraging me once again ♥️

[farter-imperator]

Pregnant Cumulus headcanons below, because these brainworms won't go away until I write all of this out

The kit was a complete accident. Cumulus wasn't down on the mover roster due to her work on the tours, a kit would just slow her down. However, heats lined up and accidents happened.

Rain was the first one to scent it on Cumulus. He'd smelled it in passing, and then he had backtracked and pressed his nose into Cumulus' neck until he was sure that he smelled a kit on her.

Aether was the one to confirm it after catching Rain cuddling into Cumulus' side, his nose snuffling against her neck. He'd rested his hand on Cumulus' middle and he could feel the energy of a kit within her.

After that, Cumulus called a meeting with her pack to announce it. She even called Copia through, since they were on tour and it would be pretty dumb to try to hide that from him.

Copia's jaw dropped at the news. He picked it up off the floor, and then it dropped again. He did not have a good poker face.

Dew straight up tackle hugged Cirrus, letting out excited chirrups and yips as he nuzzled her all over.

Cirrus shared a proud kiss with Cumulus and whispered that she'd protect both Cumulus and the kit, no matter what.

Copia had been the one to ask who the dad was. The whole pack went silent at that. Cumulus blushed, then slowly looked over at Sunshine.

Cue another round of excited shrieking from the ghouls, and Copia having to sit down because he didn't even know that Sunshine could do that.

Cumulus and Sunshine tended to share a bunk after the announcement. Sunny was addicted to Cumulus' new scent, the sweetness of all of her new hormones, mixed with a slight cinnamon scent that told everyone that this was Sunshine's kit.

Cumulus was more tired than anything during her first trimester. Lots of naps, before and after rituals. Her morning sickness wasn't too bad, it was mostly nausea, but the nausea plus the motion of the bus didn't make her feel great. She tried to stay away from Rain on these days, because Rain's a sympathetic puker.

In her second trimester, Cumulus grew rapidly. Her soft belly made way for a perfectly round bump, which soon sprouted sparkly gold stretch marks to match her glittery freckles. During this time, Cumulus stole a lot of Aether's t-shirts and hoodies, finding that they fit better than her own clothes.

There was one ritual where she had to perform with her waistcoat half buttoned, as her bump had grown overnight, to the point where she couldn't button her waistcoat. There was two frantic stagehands running around the city that night, trying to find a tailor to add elasticated panels to her backup waistcoat and trousers.

Swiss was the first to feel the baby. He'd been cuddling with Cumulus on the sofa, post-ritual, while she napped. He'd felt a small squirm, followed by a flutter. He freaked out. So much that it woke Cumulus up and had all the other ghouls running, thinking that something had gone wrong. When Swiss explained that he felt a foot, or maybe an elbow, or something, Cumulus just chuckled and explained that she'd been feeling them for the past month, but it was good to know that they could be felt from the outside. The ghouls had all lined up to feel the kicks after that.

Lemme know if I should do a part 2!

[bonesy-doodles]

And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333

[the-pigeon-queen]

realizations

so anyway I've been trying to decide on my designs the ghouls

[frontalgarf]

Rushed ghost fanart because I NEEDED to get something out to celebrate rite here rite now (btw saw the movie it was incredible I loved it it was soooooo so sososososo silly)

[gravehags]

it’s the same picture

[iamthecomet]

cumulus with a pretty frilly dress knitting or reading while petting sunnys hair where she rests against lulu's thigh<3 can be fluffy or smutty or even angsty

Some smutty summer girls below the cut. Trans Sunny because I said so.

The summer sun beats down. Casting golden light on Sunshine's copper curls. They're soft against Cumulus' thigh. Brushing over the soft skin of her inner thigh as Sunshine nuzzles closer. They're laid out on Cumulus' favorite picnic blanket. A soft cream throw embroidered with tiny violets. Cumulus keeps her eyes on her book. Slipping her hand down to sink her fingers into Sunshine's hair. She scratches her nails over Sunshine's scalp and the ghoulette between her legs purrs. Cumulus feels the warm press of lips just under the hem of her skirt. She makes a fist in Sunny's hair and tugs hard enough to make Sunshine yelp. "You promised you'd let me finish this chapter." Cumulus feels the way Sunshine's lips pout against her. She doesn't dare pull her eyes away from the page. If she does it'll be over. She knows it. The sight of Sunshine sprawled out between Cumulus' legs. Hips rolling just slightly against the blanket. Her face pressed tight to the plush flesh of Cumulus' inner thigh, tucked just under the hem of her sundress. If Cumulus really looks at the scene spread out in front of her she'll throw the book aside and shove Sunshine's face into her cunt herself. Sunshine's been slowly pushing Cumulus' skirt up over the last hour. It's so high now that the shift of Sunshine's head would drag her nose over Cumulus' panties. There's no hiding how wet she is. "But, Lus. You smell so good," Sunshine says, lips grazing over Cumulus' skin as she talks. Lips soft on the crease of her hip. Cumulus doesn't answer her. Her mouth is too dry to really form the words, but she lets quiet descend like she's bored, uninterested rather than throbbing. She lets the silence stretch, and pets her hand over Sunshine's hair idly as she tries to focus on the book. Tries to play the role of unaffected. There's no way she's finishing this chapter. Not with the soft huff of Sunshine's breath over her clothed clit. Not with Sunshine's tongue dragging through the crease of her hip, mouthing at the lace edge of her panties. "Sunshine," Cumulus says, tries for firm but it comes out breathless anyway. It's so hard to deny the ghoulette between her legs. To tell her no, to stop her when Cumulus wants the same thing. Sunshine answers her with a nip to the inner thigh, just hard enough to draw a gasp from Cumulus' plush lips. "Come on, Lulu," Sunshine mumbles, turning her head so her mouth ghost over Cumulus' clothed clit as she talks. "Let me make you feel good." Cumulus does look down then. Sticks her finger in the book uses that hand to prop herself up a little so she can drag her eyes down her body. The neckline of her dress has been pulled low by Sunshine's manipulation of her dress, exposing the shadow of her areola to the sunlight. Nipples pebbled against thin fabric, chest heaving as Sunshine mouths at her through her soaked panties. Sunshine's rutting her hips into the ground in earnest now. One hand shoved beneath her into her pants. Cumulus doesn't have to see to know that Sunshine is fucking into her own fist, cock hard and leaking as she whispers pleas against Cumulus' twitching clit. "You've been so good so far," Cumulus purrs. Shoving down the lighting flash of pleasure as Sunshine's tongue pokes out to lap lightly at the crotch of Cumulus' panties. Sunshine groans at the taste and it takes every ounce of Cumulus' self control not to give in right there. "Give me just a few more minutes." Sunshine hums, like she's thinking about it. "Bet I can make you cum like this," she muses. "Don't even have to take your panties off." Cumulus tightens her hand in Sunshine's curls. She spreads her thighs a little wider, an invitation. She drops back onto the blanket fully, looking up at the cerulean summer sky. She opens her book again. "You're welcome to try." "What do I get if I win?"

Cumulus pretends to think, sucks her bottom lip into her mouth even though she knows Sunshine can't see it. "Whatever you want." "Wanna fuck you," Sunshine says with a grin, "Right here. Where everyone can see." Cumulus has never been so happy to lose a bet.

[prlme-m0ver]

I like to think Terzo made a big deal about Mist and Copia was like "oh cool. Girls. Anyway!"

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day 26: Femdom

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Cumulus/Sunshine

Summary: Sunny needs a little help getting out of her head. Cumulus is always eager to help.

Contains: Trans Sunny, clit used to describe her genitals, Sunny has ADHD in my head, soft dom!Cumulus

Read under the cut or on AO3!

"Kneel for me," Cumulus says, and even though there's no hard edge to her tone, as gentle as an "I love you," Sunny knows to obey.

She falls to her knees at the air ghoulette's feet with a thud, staring up at her as her short curls bounce. "Yes, miss," Sunny says, voice breathy and reverent.

Cumulus smiles, running her claws through Sunny's hair. "Such a good girl for me. Now, tell me, Sunshine, why are you at my feet tonight?"

Sunny hums, blushing as she fights to maintain eye contact. "Was being a menace, miss," she whispers, tail plopping against the floor as she looks guiltily up at Cumulus. "Couldn't get out of my head."

Cumulus hums. "And what would you like me to do about that, sparky? I can't exactly fix the broken pots in the greenhouse."

Sunny whines at the nickname, at being made to spell it out. "Please put me in my place, miss. Please make my head go quiet." She brings the spade of her tail to her lips, chewing subconsciously at the tip.

Cumulus crouches down, tilting her head as she takes Sunny's expression in. "Ah-ah, spark. Tails are not for chewing. Do you need a chew, or can I leave you here for a moment to grab some things without chewing on your tail?"

Sunny spits out her tail, not even having noticed bringing it to her mouth. "Shit, sorry, miss. I can be good. I can be so good, miss."

"Good girl," Cumulus hums, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to Sunny's mouth, leaving behind a smudge of plum lipstick. "I'm going to grab a few things and change into something more suitable for this, ok, sweet girl? I will be in earshot the entire time."

"Yes, miss," Sunny says, looking at Cumulus like she's hung the moon. "I trust you. I'll call you if I need you."

Cumulus smiles, and loudly telegraphs her movements as she circles behind her, disappearing to the closet on the other side of the room. She loudly rummages through what Sunny knows to be the toy chest, and she feels her clit kick in her panties, starting to fill out.

Sunny does her best to stay still, winding and unwinding her tail around her wrist just to keep it away from her mouth. She licks her lips, tasting Cumulus's lipstick, and whines as quietly as she can. Cumulus chuckles, and Sunny's face flushes a deeper red.

"My needy little girl," Cumulus says, coming back around into Sunny's field of vision. Sunny can't stop her mouth from dropping open, her eyes from glazing over. Cumulus just looks too good, in pretty peach lingerie, a sheer lace bra that hides nothing, her nipple piercings shining, matching lace panties that sit snug on her hips. "Oh, you're drooling, spark. Is that all it takes to make your brain go quiet, me in some panties?"

"Yes, miss," Sunny swallows, nodding. "I can't help it, you're really pretty, miss." It's now that Sunny sees what Cumulus is holding, and if her brain was quiet before, this was a total shutdown.

Cumulus smiles, fangs and eyes glinting dangerously. She's got Sunny's favorite strap on dangling from her claws, a pretty sky blue thing, wickedly curved at one end, bulbous at the other. The part that Cumulus would slip inside of herself instead of putting in a harness vibrates, making the whole thing intense for both her and her lucky victim. Sunny keens as Cumulus toys with the remote in her other hand.

"Now, sweet girl," Cumulus says, tipping Sunny's chin up to make eye contact. The amber irises of Sunny's eyes are swallowed up by the darkness of her pupils, and Cumulus grins. "Here's what I'm thinking. I'm going to lay back and put this in, and you are going to ride me until your brain leaks out of your pretty little clit, alright?"

Sunny nods the best she can with Cumulus holding her chin. She swallows away the drool pooling under her tongue. "Yes, miss, that sounds really good."

Cumulus tuts, tilting Sunny's head this way and that. "Well, darling girl, if you can still make complete sentences, I have a lot of work to do. Strip for me, Sunshine. Clothes in a neat pile."

Sunny nods, pulling her shirt and bra off in one fell swoop, doing her best to fold them neat enough for Cumulus's standards, setting them on the floor next to her bed. She does the same with her pants and underwear, her clit bouncing out when she pulls the waistband down, fully hard and starting to leak.

While she does that, Cumulus goes to the nightstand, pulling out the lube. She lays down on the mattress and slicks up the bulbous end of the strap, groaning as she quickly fingers herself open and pushes her side of the toy into her cunt.

"Fuck, baby, I know you're going to be so good," Cumulus groans, flipping on the vibrations for a moment, back arching up off of the mattress before she shuts the vibe off. "Now, would you like me to open you up, or do you want to do it yourself?"

Sunny ponders for a moment. On one hand, doing it herself means it'll be less time until she can sink down on Cumulus's strap. On the other hand, letting Cumulus finger her open means she'll get Cumulus's hands on her sooner. "Could you open me up, please, miss?" she asks, uncharacteristically quiet.

Cumulus smiles, sitting up and patting her thigh. "Bend yourself over my lap, please, spark."

Sunny does what's asked without hesitation, going as far as spreading her legs, exposing herself. She gasps as Cumulus's slick fingers tease the underside of her balls, up her taint, circling her hole.

"Deep breath," Cumulus says, and that's all the warning Sunny gets before she presses two fingers inside of her, searching for her prostate.

Sunny shrieks, legs flailing as Cumulus presses down on her sweet spot, rubbing the pads of her slick fingers against it.

Cumulus makes quick work of opening Sunny up, on two fingers and then three. Sunny does her best not to grind her clit against Cumulus's soft thighs, especially because she knows this will be over too soon and Cumulus will be upset with her. (Not upset, she reminds herself. Just disappointed. Which is so much worse.)

"Miss, I'm ready, please," Sunny whines as she feels herself growing restless. "I can take it, please!"

Cumulus chuckles, withdrawing her fingers slowly and wiping them on the washcloth she had set aside. "Alright then, spark. It's all yours." Cumulus combs her dry fingers through Sunny's curls, taking a fistful and gently pulling her head up.

Sunny scrambles to her knees, straddling Cumulus's hips and sinking down slowly onto the strap, keening the entire way down. She pants, biting her lip at the deep stretch. "May I touch my clit, miss?" She asks, fingers flexing as she braces herself on Cumulus's stomach. She rocks her hips back and forth, impaling herself on the strap.

"Oh, asking so politely, yes you may," Cumulus says, reaching for the strap's remote. "You ready for me to turn this on?"

"Yes, miss, please," Sunny begs, wrapping a hand around herself and starting to stroke her clit in time with her movements.

She and Cumulus both howl as the vibrations kick in, the toy pressed against both of their sweet spots. Sunny bites her lip hard, bouncing on the strap deep in her ass, the toy hitting all of the right places as her movements make her clit bounce.

"Shit," she hisses, hand working furiously over herself as the toy buzzes violently against her prostate. "Miss, I don't think I'm gonna last, m'sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Cumulus says, reaching up to fondle Sunny's tits, pulling at a dusky nipple. "I always get so worked up when you're good for me, spark. I won't be long either."

Sunny groans at the confession, her hand squeezing over the sensitive head of her clit. "Cu- Miss- oh fuck, miss!"

"There we go, sweetheart," Cumulus croons, cupping Sunny's jaw, pressing her thumb past her lips. "All brainless and quiet, huh?"

Sunny can't answer beyond a muffled groan, her eyes rolling back as the strap presses just right, her clit twitching in her hand. Her thighs tremble with the exertion, and Cumulus rubs her free hand up and down her side.

"Are you going to cum for me, darling girl?" Cumulus asks, voice trembling with how intense the strap vibrates inside of her. "Are you going to cum with me?"

Sunny nods desperately. "Miss!" she keens, making a mess of Cumulus's chest, her entire body shuddering as she cums over her own knuckles.

Cumulus turns her head and bites into her pillow as she cums, Sunny's erratic movements pushing the bulb of the strap just right into the spot behind her clit, gushing all over the toy. She paws in the sheets for the remote, and as she shuts off the vibrations, she and Sunny both slump against the bed.

"Shit, miss," Sunny giggles, pushing her sweaty curls off of her forehead. "Thank you for that, I really needed it."

Cumulus smiles fondly at her multighoulette. "Any time, my spark."

[ashthewaterghoul]

Kidnapper: I have your Ghoul.

Copia: Which one? I have 10.

Kidnapper: The annoying one that keeps cussing me out and trying to bite me.

Copia:

Copia: Which one? I have 10.

[kroas-adtam]

Kinktober 2024

Here it is my ghoulfriends! Now remember, you can chose one, both or none! Do one every day, one a week or just one! They’re great writing warmups in my experience, and don’t stress yourself out too much with them. Kinktober is supposed to be fun, so have the wildest, wettest fun this month, and tag me in it all!

if you have any questions, dont hesitate to ask!

List compiled with help by @forlorn-crows, @coffeeghoulie, @jimothybarnes, and others whom I can’t find buried in my inboxes!

Be sure to share over and over again so we can get all our depraved ghoulfriends to see this!