#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 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[aweisz]

to quote lukka, qwoimnn/.. womn..

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 14: Arts & Crafts - Cumulus/Sunshine

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 1k

    Life at the Ministry was very quiet now most of the pack were away on tour. The peace was nice to start with, if not bittersweet, but now it was just the cause for boredom even if both Ghoulettes chose to forgo their spots in the band and stay behind. Sunshine resigned after only one tour as she found that the touring life just wasn’t for her, and Cumulus was incredibly loyal to Copia and left the band as she refused to serve another Papa.

    The two Ghoulettes spent all their time together when they weren’t working along with Aether and, unexpectedly, Swiss too. But the girls both valued each other’s company most.

    One thing they both loved was quality time and, for Sunshine specifically, craft dates.

    They were always finding new things to do and new places to go and today was no different as they saw online their next idea. Well, it was actually an idea they’d done plenty of times before but this time was going to be more themed.

    The two returned to their favourite pottery studio with a mission to make something that, once cured, would look like the other’s unglamoured eyes. They couldn’t see the eyes while they were out at in the human world and they set the extra challenge that they couldn’t look at old photos as well.

    It was Sunshine’s eyes that earned her her name after her transition Topside. Those gorgeous orbs glowed like they were what powered the sun itself and always made everyone feel good when they saw them.

    For Cumulus, her eyes were a soft blue that looked like the sky on a Spring’s Day. Everyone usually felt nice and calm when they saw her eyes, just like the peace you’d feel when the first sun starts to show after a long winter.

    Trying to capture such peace and joy into a piece of pottery would definitely be a challenge but it was one they were happy to attempt.

    Sunshine browsed the options of what she could paint and chose a trinket dish for all the knickknacks that Cumulus’ birdlike tendencies liked to collect. And Cumulus chose a mug to fuel Sunshine’s never-ending tea addiction.

    They sat on opposite sides to the pottery studio as they created their masterpieces, wanting to keep it as much of a surprise as possible.

    Their two personalities showed through even in their work stations. Sunshine had different pots of glaze all around her, and glaze on her too. Smears across her arms and forehead and legs, so much so that the aprons they were given almost seemed pointless.

    As for Cumulus, her desk-space was a lot neater and organised. No experimental mixes of colours that she didn’t end up using and the glaze only were it was meant to be.

    They loved their contrasting methods just as much as they loved each other, though.

    Sunny was the first one to finish and meandered around the studio as she waited for what felt like hours for Cumulus to finish her masterpiece. Looking at the other pieces on display and sending the slightly phallic looking ones to Swiss.

    “Finally!” Sunshine said as Cumulus went to hand her mug in to the human worker.

    The Air Ghoulette narrowed her eyes with a smile. “Just because you like to go at the speed of light!”

   They both got their tickets for when they’d come back to pick up their pieces after firing and started to walk back to the Abbey hand-in-hand.

    “We need to get you in the bath… And wash your face.” Cumulus said, licking her thumb and trying to get the glaze from Sunshine’s cheek.

    The Multi batted her hand away, “What are you, my mother?” She chuckled.

    “You certainly call me Mommy plenty.” Cumulus winked as they kept walking.

    Sunshine blushed hard and tried to hide her face as they went on the long walk home. Her cheeks were still rosy as they went for a bath together and called Cirrus and Aurora too, the four exchanging stories of what they were all getting up to in their time apart.

    The days passed and after Cumulus got the call from the pottery studio that their pieces were ready. The two glamoured up on a sunny Sunday afternoon so they could go pick them up and surprise each other with their designs.

    Each piece was packaged up in tissue paper, in a box to keep them safe and their glamoured names written on them too. They decided to mooch around a few shops in town while they were there to make up the time – each of them buying some new clothes, snacks and items from a sex store that could make the whole pack blush.

    Anyway, they happily walked back to the Ministry again, taking a little detour to the woods as the trip to the sex store got them both a little riled up, and got safely back to the den to exchange their items.

    “I want you to open mine first!” Sunshine declared as she handed the box over.

    Cumulus chuckled at the eagerness and of course, obliged.

    She gasped softly as she saw the colours of the trinket tray. The blue of her eyes with accents of white, the same as her snowy owl wings, winding through in patterns that formed runes for protection and love and good fortune.

    “Oh, Sunny! It’s beautiful, I love it!” She said as she cupped the Multi’s face softly and kissed her warm lips. “Thank you.”

   Sunshine smiled bashfully as she kissed back, “You’re welcome.”

   They both basked in the moment briefly before Cumulus handed her box over.

    “Your turn.”

    Sunny smiled and opened the box to see a stunning golden-orange mug with a fiery red rim around it, tendrils of charcoal-black snaking all around in an inverse of her horns – charcoal stained with streaks of golden sunlight breaking through.

    “Fucking hell, Lus! That’s incredible!” Sunshine proclaimed as she looked it over.

    “You’re my incredible girl, so it fits.” The Air Ghoulette smiled.

    The ceramics were put safely to the side as they both held and kissed one another, giving their love a proper thank you…

[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."

[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 ♥️

[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

[prlme-m0ver]

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

[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

[h3xt0tal]

what if dropped a lineup then ran huh

[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.

[avalaryx]

so many ghoulettes

[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.

[moronwithoutmo]

18+ commission for @madangel19 ! An accompanying piece for their Aether/Sunshine/Cumulus fic, Sunny Side-Up Sandwich

Ao3 link to the uncensored art! You’ll also find the fic linked on ao3 💛

[dontyoufeelitangel]

and now, a moment of silence for all those we lost in battle… the soldiers who couldn’t reach victory (a ticket)…

EDIT: and now the soldiers are marching into battle (the tour started)