#swumulus

[miasmaghoul]

Dessert First

Kinktober '24: Day 1 - Foreplay

Pairing: Swiss/Cumulus

Rating: E

W/C: ~1.8k

Contains: flirting, intentionally cheesy and mostly food-based banter, making out, groping, heavy petting, fingering without penetration, (Cumulus has a big clit pass it on)

Huge shoutout to @kroas-adtam for this year's prompts!

“You're so fuckin’ pretty.”

Cumulus blinks, leans back to look out the hotel bathroom door with a raised eyebrow. Swiss grins at her, offers a wink and a little finger wave. He's laid out on his side on the bed closest to her, head propped up on one hand, the picture of relaxation in a pair of worn flannel pants and nothing else. Cumulus looks at her reflection in the wall-sized mirror; she's fresh from a too-hot shower, face still flushed and curls pulled up into the messiest approximation of a bun she could manage. Dressed in an old pair of Aether's boxers and an oversized tee, toothbrush still in her mouth, she can't imagine pretty is the word for her right now. She gives him a soft snort as toothpaste dribbles down her chin, but Swiss doesn't seem put out in the least. 

“I mean it,” he assures as she spits into the sink, rinsing with a handful of water. She hears the mattress creak, the dull thud of footsteps on low-pile carpet, and as she straightens up strong arms loop around her waist. “You're gorgeous, Lu.” Swiss plants a kiss on top of her head before resting his chin there, smiles at their reflection, and it's so infectious that Cumulus finds herself smirking too.

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“Sweet talker,” she accuses, and Swiss doesn't even try to deny it. She sighs, letting her head rest against his broad chest. Breathes in the fading aroma of his spicy cologne and the lingering remnants of the joint they'd shared before her shower. A moment of quiet peace, interrupted only by the distant hum of the air conditioner. 

A moment is all she gets, of course - this is Swiss, after all. It's no surprise that his hands go from holding to fondling, a broad palm pressing into the softness of her belly and skilled fingers teasing the curve of her hip. Cumulus gives the back of one hand a gentle smack, rolls her eyes as she goes back to brushing her teeth. 

Swiss, never one to be dissuaded, occupies himself with the self-imposed task of feeling up every inch of her he can reach. Her stomach and hips, her thick thighs and unbound breasts. They may sag without a bra, but she's yet to have any complaints. Least of all from the ghoul at her back, whose half-chub is currently pressed up against the cleft of her ass while he cups her tits through her shirt. 

“So warm,” he muses, stubble grazing her throat when he leans down to kiss behind her ear. “Startin’ to think I should've joined you after all.” Cumulus rinses one more time, shaking off her toothbrush and tucking it into its case as Swiss casually rolls her stiffening nipples between his fingers. 

“It's not my fault you couldn't take the heat,” the ghoulette smirks, reaching for her nightly facial moisturizer. “You know it's boiling or nothing.”

Cumulus gasps as she squeezes some cream onto her palm, a response to Swiss dragging the tip of his tongue down her throat. He follows it with a nip to the spot where it meets her shoulder, and Cumulus shivers as she applies her lotion. 

“‘Scuse me for not wanting to turn to soup.” Swiss tucks a finger into the collar of her tee, tugging it to the side to trail kisses down to her shoulder and back again. He presses his nose to her skin, taking a deep inhale. “You smell like…what is that, cupcakes?”

“Vanilla, coconut and shea butter,” Cumulus corrects, but Swiss isn't exactly wrong. She knows she smells good enough to eat - insists on it always - and judging by the way Swiss throbs when he sniffs at her, he agrees. The ghoulette snorts. “Y’know," she teases, wiggling her ass just because she can, "you're awfully hard for a guy who said he'd be asleep before I even got soaped up.”

Swiss grunts, gives her nipples a pair of firm plucks that make Cumulus gasp. 

“Can you blame me when you look like this?” 

One hand remains on her breast, but the other moves to rub slow circles into her belly. It drags her shirt up, exposes pale skin decorated with the prettiest stretch marks. His fingers slip under the fabric to trace a pair of them, ticklish, soft flesh twitching under his touch. Cumulus bites the inside of her cheek to hold in the sound that tries to escape her, resting back against his chest with a soft sigh. 

“I bet you say that to all the ghouls.”

Swiss smiles at her in the mirror, cheeks dimpled

“You callin’ me easy?” 

She flashes him a grin, tongue poking between gapped teeth, and a quick burst of want flows through her pelvis.

“No, I'm calling you a slut!”

Swiss gives her the most offended look, but it's betrayed by the sparkle of mischief in his eyes. It's a shimmer the ghoulette is all too familiar with, and with a giggle Cumulus reaches up to poke him in the cheek. 

“C'mon, playboy,” she coos, “it's past our bedtime.”

The ghoulette squeals when, with unnatural speed, Swiss’ groping hands move to spin her around at the waist and hoist her up onto the vanity. He spreads her thighs and crowds in close, Cumulus’ tired eyes going wide as toiletries fall over all around her. Swiss plants his palms on the countertop, leans in until they're nose to nose, and when he licks his lips it's the ghoulette's turn to throb. 

“What about my midnight snack?” 

Rough fingertips find her leg, drag over the exposed skin of her knee and along her plush inner thigh. Swiss’ eyes never leave hers as he slides them upward, digits disappearing into the leg of her boxers. 

“Don't want me to go to bed hungry, do you?” He leans in closer, until she can smell the weed on his breath. “Cupcake?”

Swiss winks, clicks his tongue, and Cumulus’ eyes flutter when his probing touch finally reaches her most tender of places. A single finger teases her folds, Swiss’ cock visibly flexing in his pajama pants when he finds the beginnings of slickness there. The ghoulette lets her shoulders sag, reaching up to get small, soft hands on his chest. 

“Cupcake, huh?” 

Cumulus’ mouth curls up at one corner as her fingers glide through his chest hair. Manicured nails scratch over muscled shoulders until she can cross her arms around Swiss’ neck, and the ghoulette's lips part when he circles her clit with the tip of that slippery digit. They're so close now, Swiss’ mustache tickling her upper lip with every passing breath. His other hand moves to caress her cheek, knuckles tracing the soft line of her jaw, and Cumulus licks at one when it follows the curve of her lower lip. She lets her legs fall further apart, gives Swiss space to slip a second exploratory finger between long lips, and the pair of them groan when her clit twitches.

“Well, you have been a good boy tonight,” she lilts, low, and a dark spot blooms near Swiss’ waistband. “I suppose you deserve a treat.” 

The ghoulette closes the gap between them, and Swiss has his tongue in her mouth before their lips even meet. Not that she minds, of course - it's easier to suck on that way. 

She loves when Swiss gets like this; it's slow and decadent, messy in the best way. Cumulus hooks a leg around his hip and the ghoul groans into her mouth, oh-so-gently pinching her clit. She shivers with every touch, dragging her nails across his shoulders until she can get both hands in Swiss' hair.  

All the while, Swiss’ probing fingers grow slicker and slicker. He doesn't slip them inside, not yet - just takes his time petting from her clit to her pucker and back again until every part of her swollen sex slips through his fingers with no resistance. Only then does he break the kiss, still holding her face, a string of saliva stretching between their reddened lips. 

“You're so wet,” Swiss rasps, as though she can't hear the evidence of that herself. Can't feel the dampness soaking into her boxers, no doubt leaving a sticky spot on the stone counter below. Cumulus huffs, leans in to give his lip a tug with blunt teeth. 

“Of course,” she trills. “The best part of a cupcake is always the frosting.”

She's sure that the way Swiss drools and humps the edge of the counter is involuntary, but it still makes her stomach swoop. 

“Oh yeah,” he agrees, voice gone thick. “Can never have enough, myself.”

The very tip of one digit teases her entrance, and Cumulus lets out a soft oh. 

“Sometimes I just eat it with my fingers.”

The ghoulette sighs when Swiss pulls his hand away entirely, dragging the backs of his fingers along her thigh and leaving a shiny trail behind. He holds them up to the light, stretches her slick between them, and Swiss’ eyes roll back when he licks them clean. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he moans, unabashed, and if Cumulus wasn't wet before, well…

“Plenty more where that came from, sugar,” the ghoulette breathes, buzzing all over. “You shouldn't let it go to waste.” 

Swiss doesn't need to be told twice. In no time he's gotten her out of those boxers and dragged her ass to the edge of the counter, kneeling before her with those glorious thighs hugging his ears. The ghoul looks up at her with dark, hungry eyes, and her fat clit pulses.

“Go on, baby,” she murmurs, sinking her fingers back into his tight curls. Cumulus’ other hand wanders up her shirt, finds a taut nipple to play with as Swiss reaches around her legs to spread her open with both thumbs. “Do a good job and maybe I'll let you turn me into a Twinkie instead.” 

She winks, Swiss’ entire body spasms, and with a deep, deep groan he sinks his teeth into the meat of her thigh. Sucks in a mark that she can already tell will be the loveliest shade of purple come morning. He laves at the dents his teeth leave behind, staring only at the place she's gone all pink and puffy. Her clit stands at attention, so stiff the hood has slid back nearly all the way.

“If you do,” Swiss rumbles, kissing up to the crease of her hip, gaze heavy, “then I can lick out the cream filling.” 

The ghoul’s golden eyes flash, and Cumulus throbs hard when his unglamoured tongue rolls from his mouth. He drags it through the damp curls surrounding her twitching length - so big and excited now that Swiss could probably suck it like a cock if she asked him to - and when the forked tip of that devilish tongue grazes the base it throbs so hard her thighs shake. Cumulus sags back against the mirror, crosses her ankles behind Swiss’ back, and gives him her darkest eyes and sweetest smile. 

“Only if you promise to feed it to me after.”

[coffeeghoulie]

have just about 1k of soft swumulus (can yall tell I don't like thinking of titles for ficlets?)

Swiss yawns, shuffling into the kitchen as the sun rises, a thin layer of snow across the Abbey grounds from the previous night, swirls of frost along the windowpane. He scratches idly at his stomach, just above his low slung sweats, as the coffee maker hums alive. Swiss isn't normally an early riser, but something had woken him in the middle of the night, and despite tossing and turning for nearly two hours, he hadn't been able to fall back asleep, hence his desperate search for caffeine.

He leans heavily on the counter as the coffee maker rumbles, heating up water. He grabs the carafe and a filter, filling it with grounds and cursing as he spills some on the countertop, sweeping them hastily into the scrap bin that Mountain will take out to the compost when he heads out to the greenhouse.

His eyelids are heavy, and he figures he can just rest his eyes as the coffee brews. His tail thuds against the cabinets as it lazily twitches. Taking long, slow breaths through his nose, Swiss wills himself to stay awake. Because, of course, he can't sleep when he's in the comfort of his own bed, but has to fight not to fall asleep standing up barefoot in the ghouls' kitchen.

"Surprise to see you up this early, dear," a voice calls out softly.

Swiss jumps a full foot off of the floor, heart racing as his eyes fly open. He takes a deep breath, laughing at himself as Cumulus smiles sleepily at him, leaning on the doorframe, clad in a tight t shirt and the tiniest pair of sleep shorts, her white curls tied up in a silk scarf, thick glasses resting on her nose. "Morning, cloud," Swiss says, smiling easily back at her.

"What are you doing up so early?" she asks, yawning and stretching as she goes to stand next to him, tucking herself into his side. Her fangs glint as she yawns, and Swiss fights back his own yawn.

He shrugs. "Something woke me up, couldn't fall back asleep, figured I'd just get up."

She stands up on the pads of her feet, reaching to kiss him on the cheek. "Aw, poor baby," she teases, but there's no malice in her voice. "You'd sleep til noon every day if you could get away with it."

He laughs, yawning and stretching up above his head until something in his shoulder pops, slinging his arm around her shoulders. "You know it, Cue. You want coffee, when it's ready?"

"I love you," she says, reaching up to cup his jaw, directing him down to kiss her. He pulls away playfully, crinkling his nose.

"Okay, Miss Morning Breath," he teases, avoiding her lips.

"You have no room to talk. Besides, I brushed my teeth already," Cumulus protests, but he can feel the way her shoulders shake with laughter.

"And you're gonna have coffee?" Swiss laughs, bending down and kissing her sweet on the lips. "Coffee and toothpaste, yuck."

She grins, and he accidentally kisses her teeth. He pulls back, nose crinkling. "Sorry, dear," she smiles, butting her opalescent horns gently against his shoulder. "You just make me happy."

Swiss flashes his own grin down at her, bending down and kissing her between her horns. "Me too, cloud."

The coffee maker beeps, the smell permeating the kitchen. Sooner or later, it'll drift down the hallways, where those early risers with sensitive noses will wake to the scent. But for now, it's just them. Swiss extricates himself from Cumulus's arms, grabbing her favorite mug and one of his own. He gives her a generous pour, filling his own mug as she grabs the creamer from the fridge.

"Anything fancy you want in yours, cloud?" Swiss asks, rummaging in the spice cabinet. He lights up, grabbing the jar of ground cinnamon and looking for the sugar.

"We still have brown sugar, right?" Cumulus asks, pouring creamer into her mug. Swiss nods, grabbing the nearly empty bag of brown sugar and finding the honey jar, the stuff from Mountain's hives. He passes her the brown sugar and a spoon.

She smiles warmly at him, trading him the creamer. "I'll add that to the shopping list for the next time someone goes to town," she says, staring down at her mug as she adds a spoon of sugar.

Swiss hums in appreciation as he doctors his own mug, sprinkling cinnamon into the mug as the honey dissolves. She laughs under her breath as he adds a second spoonful of honey, eyes glittering up at him. "You take your coffee so sweet, Swiss."

He smirks, stirring it in. "Just as sweet as you, my cloud."

She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she takes a long sip, mumbling a curse under her breath as her glasses fog up with the steam. "You are an incurable flirt. What happened to you being tired?"

He laughs, bumping his shoulder into hers gently before taking a long swig from his mug, downing nearly half of it in one swallow. His eyes shut, moaning appreciatively as the taste hits his tongue. "My dearest Cumulus, I'm never too tired to flirt with a pretty ghoulette."

She grumbles, but she's smiling. "Haven't even washed my hair yet."

"Doesn't matter, still love you" Swiss says, pulling her into his side as they both enjoy their coffee.

"Love you too," she whispers back, warming her hands on her mug.

It's quiet in the ghoul den for once, the others still asleep. The place will burst into noise as the others wake, tempted by the smell of fresh coffee. But for now, they bask in each other's presence, warm and content.

[miasmaghoul]

Some strange blend of Swiss and Cumulus. Very kind, welcoming, genuine, and then will turn around and spew the filthiest shit anyone has ever heard with a (mostly) straight face. ♥♥♥♥

Ha, I will ABSOLUTELY TAKE THAT! 💜💜💜

[miasmaghoul]

many thanks to @belle--ofthebrawl for starting this whole wip wednesday thing. here, have some swumulus from day 1 of kinktober:

[miasmaghoul]

CUMSHINE god cumulus makes for the best ship names

cumshine and cumdrop are inargubly my favorite ship names in this fandom, theyre just too good

(but also shoutout to swumulus because thats also her and so fun to say!)

[coffeeghoulie]

WAIT I FORGOT ONE

The Ghang Plays DND

WIP GAME

Thank you @ghoultrifle for the tag !!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i, carrion mountaindew

swumulus coffee

sweon corruption

everybody who I would tag has already been tagged in this, so if you see this and you want to do it, feel free!

[coffeeghoulie]

WIP GAME

Thank you @ghoultrifle for the tag !!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

i, carrion mountaindew

swumulus coffee

sweon corruption

everybody who I would tag has already been tagged in this, so if you see this and you want to do it, feel free!