#Cirrus/Cumulus

[palesweetsdeer]

I SAW CIRRUS ON A PREVIOUS REQUEST AND NOW I NEED HER AND CUMULUS HAVING A GIRLS NIGHT!!!!

Girls night girls night girls night

[kabukiaku]

ghoulettes goin out! 🫶✨💜

[thelampisaflashlight]

Cumulus, having coffee with Rain: "So, yeah, Cirrus is mad at me, because I ripped her new tights for quick access, and when I say mad, I mean she got so upset about it that she threatened divorce. Had to have a conversation about that, because normally she wants me to do that, but she really liked them and they cost a lot of money." -stirs more sugar into her drink- "Why're you on bedroom probation?" Rain, mumbling around the straw of his iced coffee: "Mm..." Cumulus: "Hey, I shared, now it's your turn!" Rain, pulling off the straw: "I told Dew he wasn't allowed to cum until I got back to the bedroom, got sidetracked by having to discuss something with Copia, and when I got back, Dew was fully redressed and watching a true crime documentary." Cumulus, wincing: "Did you explain what happened?" Rain: "Yes, and that's why I've been sleeping outside lately." Cumulus: "Oooh... ouch." Aeon, who came along because he wanted a cookie: "...I think the frosting is a bit stale on this..." Cumulus, turning to Aeon: "How'd you get in trouble?" Aeon, still eating the cookie, about to be murdered: "Me? I'm not in trouble, because I'm a considerate lover-"

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 21: Souvenirs

Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows <3

Cumulus receives some mail from her mate while she's off on the American leg of the Skeletour. No warnings, 600 words.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

There’s a pile of mail on the kitchen counter, a thin package with Sunny’s name on it that Cumulus knows she’ll be seeing the contents of later. An envelope for Aether, a letter from Aeon addressed to Swiss. What catches Cumulus’s eye is a stack of bright, colorful postcards tied carefully with twine. Cumulus takes these, slipping back into her nest with her prize. The others can read them later.

Cumulus puts her glasses on, curling into her pillows as she picks apart the knot, thumbing through the postcards. Each is different, a vibrant photograph representing a different stop. Cumulus misses the road, misses her pack, but at least her loon is sending her little memories to try and make up for the absence.

She picks up one at random, a glossy picture of the New York City skyline, and flips it over. The first thing she sees is the smudge of dark plum lipstick in the shape of Cirrus’s lips. Cumulus cackles, leaning back in her nest. So that’s where that particular tube of lipstick had disappeared to.

Her heart swells at the thought of Cirrus squirreling away her lipstick, putting it on just to seal each postcard with a kiss. Cumulus takes a deep breath and actually reads what Cirrus has written in her soft, spidery handwriting.

“Mount got lost on the subway and almost missed the bus. Wish you were here. Love, Cirrus.”

Cumulus huffs a sharp breath of a laugh, a sharp pang of sympathy ripping through her as she imagines the panic. “Poor thing,” she shakes her head, still laughing. Cumulus flips to another one, this one with a sunny beach littered with palm trees. There’s the same stamp of lipstick on the bottom right corner on the back.

“Don’t tell Copia. Vee actually had good sense scheduling an indoor tour this time. It’s been pouring for three days straight. No ruined electronics this time. Miss you, Cirrus.”

Cumulus hums, memories fluttering behind her eyes of soaked through jackets and capes, huddling in a greenroom with too loud air conditioning, huddling together not to catch a chill. She’s glad her love and her pack are safe and dry this time. She picks another postcard.

This one is a strange, beautiful building, white metal and glass, and if she didn’t know any better, she’d say it looked like a boat. She flips it over.

“Bug fell into Lake Michigan. Rain fished them out. No one was happy about this. The bus smells like wet dog. Love you, Cir.”

Cumulus throws her head back and cackles, just picturing Aeon dripping wet and complaining, the same way they’d crawled out onto the pier after Aurora had pushed them in last spring. She does wince in sympathy at the smell though. Always making sure that Dew and Rain dry off fully after their all day soaks. Something about lakewater-damp ghouls makes her crinkle her nose.

She picks out another postcard. Giant redwoods stretch up into the sky on this one, blocking out much of the sunlight coming down. Cumulus flips it over.

“Dew got bit by a squirrel and lied to Aether when he called that night. He tried to pet it. He’s been Up Top longer than all of us. He should know better by now. Love, Cirrus.”

Cumulus can’t help herself but laugh, and laugh, and laugh, until Aether opens her door and sticks his head in.

“You good, sweetheart?” he asks, and there’s genuine concern on his face. Cumulus gasps, trying to catch her breath, but keeps breaking into little giggles.

“Everything’s perfect,” she says. Aether doesn’t look convinced. She glances down at the postcard in her hands and keeps laughing.

[noahl-art]

I'm not dead (tired but mostly ok), and pinterest has been putting a ton of cute motorcyclists and mechanics over my feed, so now it's your problem as well! 🥵

[forlorn-crows]

𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 / 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 31: 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚*

pairing(s): cirrus/cumulus, rain/swiss (background) words: 1298

*little sprinkle of humiliation, a little sprinkle of public sex for this one

Cirrus counts the taps on the inside of her knee: one, two, three, four . . . on the fifth, Cumulus gives her a squeeze. It sends an unnecessary zing up her thigh, sensation of the other ghoulette’s fingers on her bare leg heightened from a few glasses of wine. The air is already stuffy enough in the back corner of the bar, some well-loved, dark, yet far too posh thing in the middle of downtown Somewhere. Cirrus doesn’t remember where. All she knows is she had to get out of that hotel and actually relax a little. 

Cumulus never misses an opportunity to dress up, and Rain never misses the chance to get a fancy little cocktail while being Swiss’ arm candy for the night. They make a good little group.

Cumulus, though, is decidedly not being good. And Cirrus is regretting her decision to wear a skirt. 

“And then he called me Ryan,” Rain continues, rolling his eyes. He flips an elegant hand in annoyance. “As if I look like a Ryan. Spelled it out for him, too. ‘Like a raincloud,’ because he gave me a weird look the first time I said it.”

“The audacity,” Swiss empathizes teasingly. 

Rain just sighs. “He was abysmally straight. Had to be; no man ever gets my name wrong.” 

“A straight guy working at a Starbucks? Is that even possible?” Cumulus chirps. Her hand inches towards the hem of Cirrus’ skirt, and she nearly drops her pita chip back into the artichoke dip. 

Swiss snorts. “That’s what I said.”

Cirrus clears her throat. “What was his name?” She rescues her bite and plops it into her mouth, doing her best to ignore the hand on her thigh and the rising heat on her face. Cirrus is not someone who normally touches in public. Cumulus knows this. And Cumulus uses this to her advantage now and again, when she’s feeling particularly frisky. When she feels like flustering Cirrus to high hell. 

“George.” Rain scrunches his nose. An amused groan rings out across the group. The water ghoul nods in an over-animated way, stirring his bright green drink with its tiny black straw. “I. Know,” he lilts. “Probably has a brother named Paul, and a best friend named Brandon, or another choice of the five different boring names humans pick for their baby boys.” 

Cumulus giggles. Her hand rubs up and down on the inside of Cirrus’ thigh. She takes another sip of her wine, hoping her side eye will make her stop. All she’s met with is an expectant raise of her eyebrows, and still, she squeezes her under the table. Even dares to pull her legs further apart.

Lus, she hisses mentally.

What? she replies, all fake innocence. Another squeeze, dipping right past the hem of her skirt. Her stomach flips hotly, and she nearly chokes on her drink. 

“Oh, Cir—”

“Fine,” she mouths through a coughing fit. “Just—swallowed wrong.”

Rain gives her a genuinely worried look. “You sure? I could get you some water?” He points his thumb back towards the bar, already getting out of his seat.

Cirrus waves her hands back and forth, finally able to swallow down the last of her sip. “No, no, baby, ‘m fine.” She brushes a tear from her eye.

“Hey now, Rain’s my baby tonight,” Swiss jokes, throwing an arm around said water ghoul. “Aren’t ya?”

“If you keep buying me drinks, I’ll be anything you want.”

Swiss smiles. “You got it, princess,” he growls playfully against his ear. Cirrus doesn’t miss the glance he throws at Cumulus. She throbs out of nowhere, and she can practically feel Cumulus’ delight at the way her face flushes deeper. Her perfect fingers dance even higher before sliding into the place Cirrus’ thighs press together. The air ghoulette clenches her jaw. 

She doesn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Not when Cumulus is touching her like this. She can’t. The wine makes her sensitive, breaks through her normal, even composure. Every little wriggle of her fingers makes her breathless, and her core lights up with arousal without her permission. Clit growing achy between her folds. 

Mercifully, the boys slide out of their side of the booth. To get more drinks, for Swiss to take a smoke break, to fuck in the bathroom, Cirrus doesn’t know. All she can do is sink back into the faux leather upholstery with a throaty whine. 

“Must you do this to me here,” she grits out between glamoured teeth. 

“It’s boring, listening to Rain complain about boys,” Cumulus deflects. 

Her fingers press hard, right where Cirrus has wanted them for the last fifteen minutes. She can’t choke back the noise it wrings from her in time, and if Cumulus’ ears were normal, they’d perk up happily at the sound. Too proud of herself. Cirrus sinks lower in her seat, further into her hand.

Cumulus scootches closer. “Just look so good in that skirt, dovey, I had to touch. And the nice panties? You spoil me, baby.” 

Cirrus attempts to steel her face, sighing through her nose and closing her eyes. “I cannot with you right now.”

Cumulus pets along her clothed cunt with one finger, and, to her dismay, Cirrus can feel slick soak into the fabric when she presses near her entrance. “Seems like you can,” Cumulus trills. She leans in close, pressing her lips to her ear. “Think I can make you cum before they get back?”

Cirrus’ eyes shoot open, widening with disbelief. “What,” she croaks. 

That finger turns into two, rubbing in earnest. “Bar line is pretty long,” Cumulus continues. Her other hand snakes down and pulls Cirrus’ knees even further apart. “Oooh, dovey; maybe they snuck into the bathroom and Swiss is eating Rain out against the wall. Tongue really getting in there.”

“Cumulus,” Cirrus groans, throbbing hard against her fingers. She’s hot down there now, heat no doubt rolling over Cumulus’ hand.

She laughs, beautiful and melodic and predatory. “Wish that were you, don’t you?” she whispers into her ear. “He’d push up this little skirt and pull aside your cute little undies and make you cream on his face.”

Cirrus digs her nails into the worn upholstery. Every time Cumulus’ finger passes over her clit, her thigh twitches and shakes like a damned dog. 

“Or,” she just keeps torturing her, “I could get under the table and do it myself.” 

“Satanas, what is wrong with you?” The sentence doesn’t land the way she intends, morphing into distress instead of distaste. The way the booth curves in front of them, no one would really be able to see what’s going on beneath the table, but Cirrus is sure her face would give everything away, should anyone glance back at their corner. 

“Absolutely nothing,” she says breezily. “Just havin’ a little fun, dovey. Oooh, what does Mountain call you again? His nightingale. So slight and sleek. Did he help you shave again? Can tell you’re so smooth down here. Bet you’d be all shiny if I pulled these away—” Cumulus moves like she’s going to do just that, briefly hooking a finger into one side of the crotch. Before Cirrus can slap her hand away, she’s snapping the elastic and returning to her merciless rubbing. 

It’s too smooth, the way her fingers glide over her, even over the panties. Pleasure really starting to spike. Cirrus jumps when she thinks she sees Rain peek his head over the crowd, but it’s not him.

“So jumpy when you’re flustered, dovey,” Cumulus coos somewhat meanly. Her hand presses harder. “What do you think, you wanna give me a nice pretty orgasm at the table? Or are you gonna drip over the seat if you do?” 

Cirrus wheezes and slides further down in the seat.

[chocochipjewel]

MiniFemSlashFem2025 Day 19: Please… Sing With Me (by @astrobookwormsinger)

(deep breath) I'm kinda nervous about this one cause I feel like I need to explain a lot of things. So you know how the original canon of Ghost is that the ghouls are resurrected people, just like the Papas? I'm sure most of that has gone out of canon with Copia's biggest fear being death in RHRN—wouldn't work if he was a zombie Pope as originally envisioned.

But I really like thinking that the ghouls are more human than most of the fan designs, not straight up zombies, but mostly-humanoid bodies "summoned" out of hell to serve. Maybe made to resemble humans but created by hell, so they retain some "hellish" features such as the horns and tail (I don't want to deviate too far from fanon😭 plus that's fun). Therefore their skin is more grey than "normal" humans (but still has skin tones), their hair can be whatever, and they still have body types. Also, I want them to resemble the person who summoned them in one way or another, and since all the Emerituses have the white left eye, I gave them their element markings over that eye to sort of have some sort of "marking" which I feel they would naturally have.

Our lore also includes other things, such as "faded" old markings of elementally transitioned ghouls such as Dew (like top surgery scars!), the idea of ghoul essences (LONG story), ghoul polyamory and ghoul life mating, ghoul and Papa connections, and finally, their affinity to their element(s). Maybe I'll explain everything in a long comic or textpost like that Ghoul Summoning Guide one day. Along with all my other ghoul designs cause I'm so happy with most of them :3

Anyway now that that's done here's Cirrus and Cumulus! To me Cumulus is the polite Mom Friend of the Era 4/5 ghouls + Copia (and a very powerful ghoulette because the other Air ghouls usually have one/two pianos and she's in RHRN with SIX) while Cirrus is more bolder and a bit showy (as seen with her Mummy Dust solos!) and I wanted their faces to reflect that. Yes the background is meant to be pianos and yes it sucks I know😭 and Cirrus isn't listed as a singer in RHRN end credits IIRC but I'm almost sure she used to sing in Prequelle-era tours if not anymore??? Wikipedia says so at least????? So they're singing. Together <3

I'M SORRY I TYPED TOO MUCH JUST ENJOY ELEMENTAL HELLBORN GIRLFRIENDS

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦: 𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦

Rating: G Pairing: Cumulus/Cirrus Words: 676

Mushy May brought to us by @forlorn-crows Divider by @ghuleh-recs

The noises Cumulus makes are sinful. Decadent, full body groans, muffled by the pillow she's face down in. Cirrus feels those noises from head to toe as she works. She's Straddling Cumulus waist,  knees digging into the brd as she works.  She digs her fingers into Cumulus’ shoulder blade a little harder to draw another soft moan out. Delicious 

“Tense,” Cirrus murmurs as she bears down. Cumulus rewards her with a satisfied moan. Muscle finally giving beneath those strong fingers. 

“Don't even know why,” Cumulus responds, turning her head so she can talk clearly.

The hotel room is dimly lit. It smells like jasmine and vanilla from the lotion Cirrus is working into Cumulus’ sore muscles. Cirrus can think of a thousand reasons Lus might be tense. The tour, their pack, idiot humans who run bad venues. But maybe those are just things that Cirrus is stressed out about.

“It's been a hard tour,” Cirrus supplies. “With Sunny and Aether back home. New ghouls. Papa's acting weird. I'd be surprised if you weren't tense.”

Cumulus hums I'm affirmation, but doesn't respond. Lost in her own thoughts as the room fills with distant hotel noises. The drone of a TV, a door closing, distant laughter. They have the windows open--grateful to finally be I'm a hotel that allows for that. The air from outside isn't exactly fresh, it smells of cement and cigarettes and the McDonald's across the street, but it's better than stale recycled air. 

Cirrus drags her hands down Cumulus’ bare back. Working her fingers into soft supple skin. She's watched as Cumulus’ glamor has slipped inch by inch. Being around so many humans all the time means they rarely get moments to let it go–that in itself carries its own kind of tension. But Cirrus has had the privilege of seeing Cumulus skin go from human tone back to its usual blueish gray. Has caught sight of her horns flickering back into view. 

Now, it's the feathered tip of her tail flicking up against Cirrus’ thigh. The whole appendage sliding  up to wrap around her leg. Cirrus smiles at that–at the way Cumulus reaches out for her even when her hands are pillowed beneath her head. 

Her fingers move higher, thumbs working the knots out of her shoulders, then up. To press into the back of Cumulus’ neck. Right on the spot at the base of her skull that Cirrus knows always aches when things get hard. 

Cumulus shudders at the pressure. Cirrus feels her go boneless beneath her. 

“Oh that’s–”

“Don’t want you getting a migraine.” Cirrus says, bending down to kiss the back of Cumulus’ head. Inhaling deeply to smell sun warm linen and home. 

“That was once.” 

“Once was enough.” 

Cumulus doesn’t argue as Cirrus straightens and goes back to the task at hand. Hands making a descent back down her neck and shoulders and back now. Finding each ache, each knot, and working them with gentle insistence until they release. 

Cirrus gets lost in it–it’s methodical, meditative, her mind wanders. She thinks about the shows. About the ones they’ve already played–the many more they have to go. She thinks about home. And just for a second–she’s there. They both are. In Cirrus’ room on her bed. Bathed in incense and weed as Cirrus’ hands wander. Over Cumulus’ back and lower. Lost in the scent of lotion and summer. 

Cirrus comes back to the room slowly, only when she realizes that Cumulus’ soft moans have turned to even softer snores. Cirrus leans down, brushes some of those bright white curls away from her cheek. She follows her fingers with her mouth. Kissing softly just below Cumulus’ fluttering eyelid. 

“Mmph?” Cumulus’ eye cracks open. Cirrus shushes her. 

“Go back to sleep, love.” 

Cumulus nods, mostly to herself, and drifts back away. Cirrus slides off of her, curls up next to her. Draping a long arm over Cumulus’ waist, nuzzling her face into her shoulder. Peppering kisses over soft, jasmine scented skin. 

It’s only a matter of seconds until Cirrus is asleep too. 

[ghoulangerlee]

the cumulus is in a rut and cirrus is in heat fic :)

contains: cunnilingus, fingering, ladies in love, the concepts of heats and ruts without it being overly there, a very brief mention of cirrus's breeding kink but it's only a mention, and wings :)

WOMEN!

==

Cumulus feels...heat, uncomfortable, a pressure building in her lower stomach—all encompassing.

Dutifully, she checks her calendar, the small hard cover planner she keeps with her, flipping through well worn pages until she finds the right date and well.

Well. She's at the beginning of it, her rut. Five days. The first two make her skin feel uncomfortably tight, like she's being stretched thin over her own bones. The third one is when she starts to really feel it. When she needs a partner to help her satiate the hunger.

The fourth and fifth day, well, she doesn't want to think about those right now, already feeling on a sort of hair trigger since she'd rolled out of bed this morning.

She goes on about her day, mostly, feeling a bit listless as she does—she catches a sympathetic look from Dew, allowing him close enough once to scent her, a low purr rumbling in his chest.

"It'll be okay, Cu," Dew murmurs, and he's never been terrible at comfort despite what he thinks, his arms settling loosely around her shoulders in a hug.

Cumulus allows herself to lean into it—they're not incompatible, but her body yearns for something that Dew can't give her right now. She's grateful though, for the comfort, his steady scent not spiking in any way, arousal or otherwise.

(She's only mildly afraid of what she could be capable of if she were to catch the scent of arousal so soon.)

"I was going to go down to the lake, it's a nice day out. Do you wanna come?" Dew murmurs into her hair.

Cumulus wants to shake her head, pull from his embrace and go lock herself in her room for a bit while the fire in her belly licks tantalizingly at her very being.

"It'll be good for you," Dew needles her gently, he's not pushing but he's not backing down in her silence. "You know how stinky the church gets when everyone starts waking up for the day. Do you really want to subject yourself to that?"

She doesn't, is the issue, and Dew knows this.

"Yeah, okay, at least let me pack a bag first so I have a few things." She finally settles on, briefly mourning the closeness of Dew when he finally pulls back.

"Sure thing," he says, smiling at her. "I'm going to go pack a lunch. I'm feeling like a nice relaxing day at the lake is in order. Probably won't be able to drag myself out of the water for lunch, later."

Cumulus nods and allows herself to calm down at the prospect of being only surrounded by nature and the one ghoul who's nearly perfect at keeping his scent in check.

They split ways, only long enough for Cumulus to pack a few things; a book and a towel, she throws a swimsuit in as a last minute thing, just in case she gets needled into swimming with Dew—she also changes into something lighter, a flowy t-shirt and a pair of shorts, the material soft and comfortable against her skin.

When she exits her room a little bit later, Dew's waiting at the end of the hall, a brown basket sitting at his feet and a blanket folded over his arm; he's also dressed down, casual in swim trunks and a tank top—he's glamoured, much like she is, so his skin is pale and lightly freckled from his time in the sun.

"There you are," Dew says with a smile, soft and friendly as he scoops the basket up again, "Ready?"

She smiles in return and goes over to him, nudging her shoulder against his, "Ready."

Together, they head down to the lake, only running into a couple of siblings who offer waves to them before carrying on—Cumulus is glad for this, unsure if she could stand the small talk today, already so on edge from the heat running through her veins.

The lake is peaceful and quiet, there's a slight breeze though the sun shines high in the sky, warming the entire area—quietly, they set everything up, Dew spreading the blanket out on the pier, placing the basket on one of the corners and motions for Cumulus to make herself comfortable.

She does, her rut still burning below her skin, in her veins, a steady reminder that it's there and setting in, but she's able to lie back on the blanket, eyes fluttering closed as the sun bears down on her.

She doesn't see Dew, but she can smell when he removes his shirt, dropping it into a pile near her; not close enough for his scent to bother her, but close enough that it offers some sort of comfort to her—and then, there's a splash, a whoop of laughter as Dew comes up to the surface of the water.

She can smell his happiness, the warm and rich scent making her purr softly, she's not providing for him, she doesn't provide for another who goes into rut, but being part of his happiness, of his own way to relax on a day off makes her happy too.

Cumulus dozes on the pier, warm and happy in the sun as the sounds of Dew splashing around the lake fade into nothingness.

It's the first reprieve that she's had since waking this morning to the burning beneath her skin.

At some point, she wakes up—slowly, like all of her limbs are underwater. She stays horizontal and rolls over onto her side, Dew's sitting a distance away from her, bare chested and watching the clouds float through the sky. There's an unwrapped sandwich next to him and a bottle of water.

Her stomach growls and Dew glances over at her, a serene smile on his face, "Hey sleepy head," he says, and then he tilts his head towards the basket, "Food's in there. Should still be good. Cirrus packed you something special when I told her you were coming down here with me."

Something clenches in her belly at that, a low rumble of a purr in her chest as she slowly sits up, stretching her limbs out.

In the basket, there's something wrapped in a checkered napkin, and Cumulus can smell the remains of Cirrus's scent on it when she pulls it close—she doesn't think too hard about the date written in green sparkly pen in her calendar, the one that matches up with her own in matte blue ink.

It's just a sandwich, but it's a somewhat indulgent one with pepper spiced turkey, lettuce, tomato and green apple slices, a light spread of mayonnaise on one side of the bread and the barest hint of cream cheese on the other.

It's her favorite.

She tears into it with a ravenous hunger, the bread, meat, vegetable and fruit melting away under her teeth—it's easily the best thing she's ever eaten, fisting the napkin in one of her hands as if hoping the rest of Cirrus's scent would rub away into her skin.

"So, tomorrow, you think you'll be okay? I mean, I could make more time for you, obviously. Maybe go bird watching or whatever it is you air ghouls like to do," Dew says, humor in his tone as he teases her. "But, I do have a hot date with a water ghoul later, so if I'm needed it'll have to be early morning."

"Swiss likes bird watching and he's mostly an outlier," Cumulus says around a mouthful of food. "But no, I think this time may be different." She squeezes the napkin tighter in her hand, "I believe I'm being courted."

Dew gives her a funny look, "Aren't you and Cirrus already mated?" He asks, narrowing his eyes. "You do that whole mated pair thing already."

Cumulus snorts softly, "Come on, Dew. Don't tell me you've never tried to spice things up with someone you've been together with for a long time." She says, and then she smiles, soft and gentle, "It's a thing we do. Every couple hundred years. Sometimes I court her when she's about to go into heat. Sometimes she courts me when I'm going into a rut. Depends on what we're feeling."

"That's disgustingly domestic of you two. Though I think you ladies may be the outlier here." Dew says with a shrug. "Personally, my longest courting has been since I've been summoned. So, for only a few years. I don't think it's been long enough to do it again." He gets a sort of thoughtful look on his face, "Might take Aether by surprise if I started trying to court him again."

Cumulus finishes her sandwich and folds the napkin up carefully, tucking it into the collar of her shirt, "I forget that compared to us, some of you are babies," she says with a little laugh.

"Uh huh," Dew says with a roll of his eyes, before he fishes out another bottle of water from the basket and tosses it in her direction.

Cumulus bares her teeth at him as she catches it, "I'm just saying, it's nice sometimes, to fall back into old habits with someone you care about."

Dew has a thoughtful look on his face, he's not looking at Cumulus anymore, but towards the sky, "Huh," he says slowly. "You and Cirrus have been together for...a while, yeah?"

"Millennia." Cumulus says, as if she's talking about some small and insignificant number of years. "Swiss too, but he was. Well, he was later. A couple hundred years later." She smiles, a soft and private thing, "Cirrus and I have seen the rise and fall of many civilizations, both here and in the pits."

"Huh." Dew says again, "Maybe you are onto something, birdy."

Cumulus laughs then, light and happy, feeling warm and content as she settles back onto her back again. "Guess you better listen to me then, waterbug."

Dew scoffs at the name, but soon the conversation grows quiet and Cumulus's eyes flutter closed again, another round of tiredness pulling at her.

-

The next day she wakes up warmer than before, naked and pressed against Cirrus's back, nose right against where her scent is thickest.

A chirp, soft and content, Cirrus's hand coming back to comb through her unruly hair—the haze of heat overtaking as Cumulus leans into her touch.

She can smell the scent of heat just burning under Cirrus's skin, the need to provide calls deep from in her bones as she presses closer, rolling them until Cirrus is on her front and Cumulus can stretch out across her back, blanketing her—pressing her down against the bed as she does.

Cirrus purrs loudly, content to let Cumulus keep her there. She folds her arms and pillows her head on them, face turned to the side—her features lax and open, happy.

With an answering purr, Cumulus leans down and nuzzles into her jaw, feeling soft downy feathers against her own as she does—before her brain goes too much, she makes a note to have Cirrus sit up later, have her wings on display so she can properly groom them, the most basic act of love of their kind.

Cirrus angles her head, tipping it to the side, purring louder as she puckers her lips, urging Cumulus down with the pout of her lips—she's eager to comply, pressing their lips together sweetly in a chaste kiss.

For a while, they stay like this, trading kisses back and forth, Cirrus's purrs loud and content as she lounges under Cumulus—basking in the weight against her back, the press of bare skin against bare skin.

Warmth surrounds the two of them, scents thickened with pheromones; at some point, Cumulus urges Cirrus up into a sitting position, coaxes her to drop her glamour fully so her wings are out.

She starts at the base of one wing, careful as she coaxes the messy feathers into order until Cirrus is warm putty under her touch, sagging forward as her wings twitch with each pass of her fingers through the feathers.

It's quiet except for the low song that Cumulus is humming, something she'd written on her own, a gentle ode to her love for Cirrus—there's no words, but neither of them need words to convey feelings anymore.

As she finishes one wing, she moves onto the next, spends a considerable amount of time putting all the feathers into order, plucking out the ones that have become a nuisance, Cirrus's scent is warm and sweet, her eyes drooping and sleepy; a true sign of trust and intimacy.

Cumulus keeps an eye on Cirrus, knows when her heat hits that she goes mostly nonverbal, choosing to mostly speak through their bond if she needs to, prefers to give into her instincts—she keeps such a front up when around everyone else, a proper shoulder to lean on, someone who can be firm, a leader.

But here, when they're together, when the press of heat is under her skin, when she's in Cumulus's arms, she allows herself to give up control, trusts that Cumulus knows what she needs, what's best for her.

Knows how to take care of her.

At some point, Cirrus finds herself stretched out on her back, her wings spread out under her while Cumulus's own flare out behind her.

Cumulus has a knee between Cirrus's legs, draws her into a sweet kiss as she shifts closer, presses the heft of her thigh right against Cirrus's cunt.

Cirrus makes a noise into the kiss, claws at Cumulus's arms, at her sides, presses her fingers into soft skin as she grinds down against her, panting as the heat overtakes her, as her mind goes hazy and dumb with it.

It's such a treat, to have her like this, desperate and needy, wet and sticky, messy and Cumulus deepens the kiss, reaches down between her legs and presses her fingertips against the stiff point of her clit—the sudden pressure making Cirrus shudder, a wounded noise tearing its way through her chest as she comes.

Always so easy the first time, Cumulus thinks with some delight, happy that she's able to provide this for her mate. It makes the low burn of her own rut flare up, she doesn't need anything just yet though, content to take Cirrus apart over and over again.

When Cirrus's legs stop shaking, Cumulus pulls her fingers away, brings them up to her lips and takes a moment to taste, humming happily as the thick scent of her mate coats her tongue, worms its way into her senses, her very being.

"Cu," Cirrus mumbles out loud, half delirious, one hand shoved against her shoulder, trying to urge her downwards, "Your mouth, please," she manages to get out.

Cumulus shushes her, kisses her again and they share the taste of Cirrus's slick for a moment, Cirrus's hand getting more insistent and pushy as she tries to redirect Cumulus once more—so she goes, easily, pulls away from the kiss and slinks down the bed, settles on her chest between Cirrus's legs, mouthing kisses along her inner thighs.

There's a litany of praises, of pleases in Cumulus's mind, all coming from her bond with Cirrus as she moves higher and higher until she's able to mouth over her cunt, drag the tip of her tongue along the seam of her lips, a little bit of a tease as she uses two fingers to spread them just enough to drag the flat of her tongue over Cirrus's clit.

Cirrus's hand drops to her hair, not tugging or pulling though, just resting there, keeping her close even as Cumulus continues to tease her with slow little kitten licks, gentle touches even though Cirrus feels like she's burning up from the inside.

Only when a whine falls from Cirrus's mouth, sad and despondent, does Cumulus give in, firming up her tongue, each pass along her clit now slow and sensual as she works two fingers into her slowly, curling them upwards—it's just enough to fill Cirrus up, just enough to sate her need but not enough to get her off just yet.

It's perfect, in a maddening way as Cirrus's fingers pet along Cumulus's scalp and she hooks a leg over Cumulus's shoulder, using her heel to pull her closer until Cumulus's face is right against her, her hand squished between them even as she continues to undulate her fingers inside her.

She's begging, she realizes, unsure if out loud or through the bond, the fire in her veins calling for more and Cumulus provides, she happily provides as she presses another finger into her, stretching them and curling them, pressing upwards as she sucks at her clit.

The force and suddenness of this orgasm catches the both of them off guard, Cirrus gushing around Cumulus's fingers, wetting her chin and throat easily, her wrist, her entire hand.

Cirrus makes an urgent noise, tugs, tugs, tugs until Cumulus comes up, knees over her and Cirrus hooks a leg around her waist now, pulls their lower bodies together as she offers up her mouth in a filthy kiss, licking the taste of herself from Cumulus's tongue.

They make out for a bit, Cirrus making happy noises into each kiss, her hand tight in Cumulus's hair to keep her their as their hips rock together minutely—Cirrus can feel the tell-tale signs that Cumulus is affected by all of this, by her own rut, by Cirrus's heat.

It doesn't happen often, only when their cycles line up like this, but Cirrus can feel it, the way Cumulus's clit is hard, peeking out from between her folds, engorged and hot, it nudges between her folds, against her clit with each grind upwards, she's making noises into each kiss, soft little uh uh uhs that have Cumulus purring happily, too content to part ways.

They don't really need to breathe anyway.

She doesn't push even if she wants to, wants to beg Cumulus to fuck her, to fill her, to breed her, make her belong to Cumulus once again after all these years together—she has to stop the train of thought, before it spills over into the bond, but it must anyway because Cumulus laughs softly, musically, pulls away from the kiss and whispers soon against her slack mouth, grinding down against her like she's already trying to make room inside her.

It's wet and slick between them, Cirrus can smell the thick scent of Cumulus's arousal now mixed with her own, she wants to bury her face between Cumulus's legs where the scent is the thickest, take her into her mouth until she's ready to fuck—she whines out loud, grips tight at Cumulus's hips as she comes again, the insistent nudging of Cumulus's clit against hers too much to handle.

She clenches around nothing and briefly mourns, but Cumulus is once again a beautiful, wonderful mate because she reaches between them and stuffs three fingers into Cirrus again, quickly brings her off once more so Cirrus has something to clench around.

It's bliss. True and utter bliss.

"Lovely, lovely," Cumulus murmurs, kissing along her hairline as she comes down again, shuddering as she leaves her fingers inside, curling them just enough so it feels like she's able to hold them. Like they're going to plug her up and keep her full until the heat subsides.

Cirrus purrs happily, loud and content as she allows Cumulus to smother her in kisses, little pecks along her skin as her heat subsides for now, now that she's come and she's full.

Cumulus presses one last kiss to her mouth, pulls back and smiles down at her, "Good?" she asks, she keeps her arm as still as she can, there's an ache in her wrist, in her elbow but she settles down against Cirrus again, pressing her into the bed, "Good, mate?"

"Good," Cirrus mumbles back, turning her head to nuzzle Cumulus's cheek. "Sleepy now."

"Of course, love," Cumulus murmurs, feeling her own rut start to sink its claws into her, but she pushes it down, ignores it for now, "Rest now."

Later on, she'll have Cirrus present for her, she'll grind against her, fill her up until the two of them are locked together as one while Cirrus goes pliant and soft underneath her.

For now, she presses one last kiss to Cirrus's lips, soft and sweet and full of love and drifts off into a light sleep.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 21: Souvenirs - Aurora/Cirrus/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 :) Sorry I've been slacking with these. That final uni exam really took it all out of me lol. I plan to fully catch up this coming week so expect a few stories. Thank you for your patience! :D Words - 850

    Cirrus practically had to sit on Aurora’s lap as they neared the Abbey once more. Not only were they happy to be home but the two Ghoulettes were most excited about seeing their beloved Cumulus and Sunshine again after all the weeks apart.

    The girls had pulled off quite a feat by all mating with each other and stretching the bond across the four of them. It was entirely unheard of to have three mated together, let alone four but they did it and they loved the connection they shared.

    It did mean that tours were particularly brutal for those bonds feeling stretched thin by the distance between them, but they all rested a little easier knowing that Cirrus and Aurora had each other and so did Cumulus and Sunshine.

    The bus pulled into the Ministry’s driveway and all four girls felt giddy laughs bubbling from their chests as they felt their web of a mating bond reignite and flare with all the love they all shared for each other. It only burned brighter as the door to the bus opened and they all ran into each other’s arms, right where they would always be if they could have any say in the matter. Many kisses and purrs and chirps were given by the quartet and they all linked arms as they walked back up to their room in the den, ready to make up for all the time they had lost with each other.

    A little later after all that and after a rather cramped bath to help clean each other up, they dried off and snuggled, telling each other all the stories from tour and goings-on from the Ministry too – as if they hadn’t been on the phone with each other every day and night telling their tales.

    “Oh, Cir, can we give them their gifts?” Aurora asked as she looked over Cumulus’ shoulder to see the taller Air Ghoulette.

    “You bought us gifts?” Sunshine smiled into the back of the smaller Multi’s neck.

    “Of course we did.” Aurora chirped as her tail wrapped around Sunny’s waist and gave it a loving squeeze.

    “Yes, Cherry Pie, of course you can get the gifts.” Cirrus smiled and all of them sat up as Aurora skipped over to the suitcase all the souvenirs were in.

    “That’s just presents?” Cumulus said with disbelief as Aurora hauled over the luggage that was pretty much half the size of her.

    “Some is from fans too!” Aurora said as she unzipped it.

    Cirrus joined her to quickly sort out the items before putting them in rather inelegant piles in front of each of her mates.

    Cumulus and Sunshine both kissed their lovers in thanks before they started going through their piles. There was many novelty shot glasses and magnets from all the countries they went to, plenty of chocolate and alcohol too, of course.

    Sunshine had a myriad of country flag bikinis as she rather loves to show her chest off since it started growing while on HRT, and Cumulus had lots of figurines of national birds for her affinity with ornithology.

    Both retired Ghoulettes also had some presents from the fans too – some meant for them and some that Cirrus and Aurora thought were better suited for the two that stayed behind.

    “It reminded me of the trans flag.” Aurora said as Sunshine picked up a kandi bracelet with the shorter Ghoulette’s name on it.

    Sunny purred as she looked at the pale pinks and blues and silvers on the bracelet.

    “It does.” She agreed as she slipped it onto her wrist, “And now I get to wear my best girl’s name too.” She grinned and kissed Aurora sweetly.

    “Hey!” Cirrus and Cumulus protested.

    “As if you both aren’t each other’s favourites!” Aurora defended, giggling when the two Air Ghoulettes conceded.

    “Darling, why is this in my pile?” Cumulus asked Cirrus as she held up a bedazzled inhaler case.

    “Ah shit, I put that in the wrong suitcase.” Cirrus smiled as she took it back, fitting it to her own inhaler.

    “That little store was so cute. Bedazzled everything!” Aurora said with a dreamy look on her face as she remembers the little hole-in-the-wall shop they found on their travels.

    “Oh, I bet you were as close to heaven as you could get.” Cumulus laughed as she brought Aurora to sit on her lap, Cirrus going to sit behind Sunshine.

    Aurora nodded. “It was gorgeous.”

    “I had to make sure she didn’t spend all her money in there.” Cirrus smiled as she wrapped her arms around Sunshine’s tummy.

    “A very valiant effort indeed.” Sunny said with a lopsided smile as she leaned back into Cirrus’ hold.

    After the mandatory cuddle break, they were back to going through everything that was brought back for Cumulus and Sunshine, and all happy to be back together once more. The girls had always had a formidable bond and they knew it would be strong enough to survive this distance, but nothing beat the feeling of having them all back in the same nest once more.

[palesweetsdeer]

You feel me? (Also, I need your cumulus, or else I will disintegrate)

I feel you

I need them both carnally

[arcaneacolyte]

Mushy May Day 4: Wound Tending/First Aid Mess with a Harpy and Die

Pairings: Cirrus/Cumulus

Words: 668

WARNINGS: Murder Ghoul Cumulus (Mentioned, not explicitly written here), Lots of Blood, Wound Care/First Aid, Mention of Assault and Stabbing

Thank you so much @forlorn-crows for the Mushy May Prompts. If you want to join in, you can check those out here!

Read below or on AO3!

"He deserved it," Cumulus growls softly under her breath, blowing a piece of her blood soaked bangs out of her eyes. The weight of the drying blood just makes it flop back, and she sighs, staring at it hanging between her brows.

Cirrus hums mildly, the soaked washcloth in her hand passing over the other Ghoulette's ribs, gently scrubbing away blood that she knows for a fact isn't Cumulus'. "I never said he didn't..." she replies calmly, using the hand not holding the rag to lift up Cumulus' arm a little further. "How in the Unholy Father's name did you get his blood in your armpit?" she asks through a small chuckle, scrubbing with a little more fervor against the white hairs there. She’s going to be dyed pastel pink at this point.

Cumulus sniffs sharply once, and lets Cirrus move her easily. When she had said that the blood on her mostly wasn't hers, she didn't mean it like in those corny action movies that Swiss and Phantom—and secretly Rain though he would never actually admit it—liked to watch.

She had torn him limb from limb. 

The bathwater shifts and echos as Cirrus pulls the plug to drain it again. She hums a wordless tune under her breath, gently cleaning the red away to reveal stunning gray skin, almost silver while covered in little droplets of water. Cirrus can't help but chirp appreciatively as the muted red trickles across Cumulus' skin as she cleans, the sharp copper scent of human blood slowly dissipating in favor of Cumulus' natural scent. Jasmine, honeysuckle and roses, with just the right acrid tinge of the anger still permeating it. Cirrus smiles again. Her little Bleeding Heart.

It was Cirrus' idea to clean Cumulus off. The smaller Air Ghoulette has a tendency to dwell too much if she cleans herself off, looking down at the blood and remembering the reason why it's there. She also has a propensity to overscrub her skin and make it cracked and dried out, so Cirrus always offers.

"I mean he just.....blatantly groped that sister in front of everyone!" Cumulus growls again, her tail thwapping the edge of the tub. "Like he thought that being a part of a Satanic church gives him free reign to be a ra—"

"—and now he's dead," Cirrus interrupts, cutting her packmate off with a quiet but sharp tone. She knows if she doesn’t, Cumulus will just rile herself up even further.

Their eyes meet, and Cumulus sags in the water a little, her knees poking up like two little islands in a sea of muted pink as the water rises around her. "Good riddance" She mumbles.

"Good riddance," Cirrus agrees, reaching to push the stubborn sleeve of her shirt over her elbow again. After another few minutes of quiet water sloshing and cleaning, the taller Ghoulette reaches with a wet hand to push the bloody bangs out of Cumulus' face. "You did the right thing," she assures. She always does, knows how loud Cumulus’ brain gets. She genuinely likes humans, so whenever something like this happens…..

Cumulus is quiet for a few moments longer, before glancing at Cirrus out of the corner of her eye. "He probably would have lived longer if he didn't stab me...."

Cirrus chuffs fondly, her tail entwining with Cumulus' outside the tub. She runs the cloth gingerly over the still slightly oozing wound, the color a deep grey-blue. The same color that runs through Cirrus' own veins. It's superficial, already almost healed due to their biology, but Cirrus can't help the curling of her top lip, exposing one of her fangs.

The other Ghoulette notices of course, and she raises a hand out of the water to gently place it on Cirrus' free one on the edge of the tub. "He got what he deserved...." she assures, then smiles with her teeth, fangs still tinged pink.

Cirrus can't help but smile back, leaning forward to peck Cumulus on the lips. "Well done, my Sky...."

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Twenty-Six - “You Smell Nice”

Ship: Cirrus/Cumulus

Notes: Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 252

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Cirrus wanders into the kitchen to find Cumulus at the counter making tea. Cirrus purposely shuffles her feet and taps her claws on the counter to let Cumulus know she’s there so as to not scare her. Then she sidles up behind the shorter ghoulette and hugs her from behind.

“Hey Ciri.” Cumulus purrs.

Cirrus just chirps and buries her face in Cumulus’ hair.

Cumulus giggles as she hears Cirrus mumble something.

“What was that, love?”

Cirrus pulls back enough to murmur, “You smell nice.” before plunking her face right back into Cumulus’ curls.

Cumulus smiles as Cirrus slumps into her more fully, obviously tired.

“Hold on love. Let's head to the couch.”

Cirrus backs up enough for Cumulus to step away from the counter, tea mug in hand. She grabs Cirrus’ hand and pulls her to the living room. Cumulus gets settled on the couch and pat her lap. Cirrus straddles her lap to lay chest to chest with her. She noses at Cumulus' neck, causing her to giggle; ticklish.

“And, what’s all this for? Not that I mind but you’re cuddly today.”

“Told ya. You smell good.”

“You sure it's not just the tea?”

“Noooo…it’s you. Smell pretty…”

“Haha okay.”

Cumulus wraps an arm around Cirrus’ back. She begins to gently scratch from her scalp to lower back and Cirrus is purring in no time, face still pressed to the junction of Cumulus’ shoulder. It’s not long before they both fall asleep like that, pressed close in each other’s arms.

[coffeeghoulie]

for the smut prompts - 5 with cirrus and cumulus?

5) body worshipping 

Cumulus is waiting the moment Cirrus steps off of the bus when they pull into the abbey. She’s just as beautiful as the day she left, following after Perpetua, and she steps into Cumulus’s arms without a single word.

“My raven,” Cumulus whispers as she shoves her face into the crook of her neck. She pets through dark hair, a little greasy and soft and perfect, breathes in her mate’s scent for the first time in months. “Let me take you home.”

Cirrus purrs in response, nudging a dark horn against Cumulus’s. “Please, dove.”

Cumulus doesn’t say another word, dutifully taking most of her mate’s luggage and leading her back to their aerie. Cirrus’s scent has all but faded from the sheets and blankets, and Cumulus cannot wait to right that wrong.

She’s clearly exhausted, swaying a little on her feet, and Cumulus shuts and locks the door behind her once they’re safely to the den. “My love,” she beams as Cirrus falls into her arms. “My darling raven.”

“Missed you, Cue,” she whispers.

“So did I, my love. Let’s get you to the nest, all comfortable,” Cumulus purrs, unbuttoning Cirrus’s shirt as she goes. “And then, if you’d like, I want to show you just how much I missed you. How proud I am of your service to the Prince.”

Cirrus nods, stripping down near silently and falling into the aerie with a relieved groan. “I’m so happy to be home.”

Cumulus ducks down and kisses her, soft and sweet, her hair falling around them in clouds of soft white curls. “As am I. You worked so hard, worshiping for the Prince, aiding His Mouthpiece. I think, it is only fair, for all of your hard work, that it is your turn to be worshiped.”

Cirrus nods, eyes fluttering shut as she tastes Cumulus’s words. “Please, dove. Need you so bad, missed you so much.”

She grins owlishly. Cumulus pulls back, stripping out of her own clothes, claws snagging on buttons in the rush to get them off, hamper ignored in favor of just pooling them on the floor. She crawls onto the bed, stalking up Cirrus’s body until she straddles her mate’s thighs.

The shudder of breath that leaves Cirrus when she kisses her hip is music to her ears. So, she trails them up her mate’s body, further away from the source of her sweetness, jasmine and soft and floral. She detours to her mate’s lovely breasts, kissing and licking and sucking until her dusky nipples perk up against the cool air, Cirrus’s long fingers tangled in her curls.

Eventually, though, she crawls even closer to kiss her lips sweetly. “Hello, my love,” she coos, ducking to kiss the center of the bite that matches her teeth on the crook of Cirrus’s neck. “Going to give you the world.”

Cirrus nods, and Cumulus grins, fully intending to follow through.

[sonnenflamme]

Pairing: Cirrus/Cumulus/Aurora

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

She decides that she‘ll just go over and knock. If nobody responds, she will return to her room.

“Oh darling, do you want to come over?”

The moment her arms closed around her, she sobbed in relief.

____________

Or: Aurora feels lonely during her first hotel night and it takes three ghoulettes to make her feel safe again.

Tagging @ghouletteanon

thank you for your help to decide how this should go back when I first started writing it!

[lussysbabydoll]

Anything for Lulu ✨

whatever she wants (whatever you want)

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader (x Cirrus, kind of)

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: ghoulette in heat, vibrating dildo, dewdrop is a little shit, cirrus likes to watch, squirting

Words: 2,581

Summary: You really wish there was a manual for this kind of thing.

a/n: wow it only took me 2 months to write something new lol my bad

Tagging: @anamelessfool !

divider by @ghuleh-recs

You are dreaming.

Below you shimmers an expanse of clear blue water as the wind blows through your hair. Your hands thread through the long white mane of the winged horse you are currently sitting astride as you glide through the air. When your steed dips down, allowing her wing to skim along the water’s surface, you feel the cool flecks of water upon your cheeks.

You are completely oblivious to the storm that roils in bed beside you. That is, until, a soft and trembling hand finds its way to your thigh. Slowly, you are pulled from your dream, feeling the warm and wet touch of lips to your shoulder.

“Mmm…hey love,” you murmur, voice rusty. The ghoulette behind you, your brand new girlfriend, whimpers and squeezes your leg. The two of you had only just started to sleep in the same bed after deciding to take your relationship slow and you are slightly stunned at this new wakeup technique.

“Fuck, baby,” Cumulus whines in your ear before swiping her tongue along the length of your neck. It knocks the breath from your lungs and you remain paralyzed on your side, waiting for her next move. Her tail moves beneath the duvet to curl around your thigh, replacing her hand, the spade sliding along the soft inner skin. 

“Cumul–” your words are cut off from the way her hand slips under your sleep shirt, fingertips brushing at the underside of your breast. “Cumulus, what are you doing?”

“Need you,” she breathes and your thighs clench together as she thumbs at your nipple. “Need to be filled up. I-I tried taking care of it while you were asleep. Got off three times and everything but,” briefly she takes your earlobe in between her teeth before relinquishing it, “I need more.”

Oh. You had heard about the ghouls having these cycles and Cumulus briefly mentioned it - what she called her heat - in passing. But Satanas, what were you supposed to do? The two of you had barely made it to second base before this. How were you going to give your love what she needed?

Cirrus.

“Lus,” you say, carefully turning to face her. What you see takes your breath away - her pupils are blown, face flushed, and lips bleeding. You briefly entertain the image of her biting at her bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet as she fucked herself with her own fingers in bed next to you. Now you’re the one blushing and when your tongue runs along your own bottom lip as if to taste what was on hers, Cumulus’ eyes widen and a soft whine leaves her. Fucking hell, you think. Yeah, the two of you wanted to be romantic and take this whole thing slow but you’ve never wanted her more than in this moment.

Focus.

“Lus,” you start again, voice more firm. “I’m going to get Cirrus to help.”

She nods, although you’re not sure if she’s even realizing what you’re saying. Gently, and trying not to touch her and incite anything, you pry yourself from her grip and slide out of bed. Being able to fully see your form - the tattered and soft Ghost shirt you wore to bed last night and the underwear beneath it - causes Cumulus’ breathing to become heavier and you can see her hips flexing forwards underneath the covers.

“Don’t go,” she cries out, looking desperate, “please I need you.”

Your heart clenches.

“I know, love. But I can’t do this on my own okay? I promise I’ll be right back.”

You can’t look at her as you walk to the door and exit her quarters. When you shut the door behind you, you take a heaving breath.

“Oh ho ho, someone’s in for a wild ride,”

To your left, Dewdrop saunters down the hall in his pajama pants carrying a mug of coffee, smirk twisting his face.

“Wha-”

“You stink of her. Thought you two were being all cutesy and Victorian and not seeing each other naked until the wedding night.”

“Ha ha,” you growl, running your hand over your face. “Listen, which room is Cirrus’?”

His eyebrows rocket upwards as he takes a sip of his drink.

“One ghoulette not enough for you?”

“No,” you say emphatically, “I need…help.”

Dew tips his head back and laughs, a couple strands of blonde hair escaping from his bun.

“Oh man you’re really in for it. Down the hall and around the corner, first door on the left. I’ll keep you in my thoughts,” he says, winking as he passes. “Nice bloomers,” he throws over his shoulder before disappearing.

Shithead.

Tugging the hem of your shirt down over your ass, you skitter over to the necessary door and take a deep breath before knocking. Please, please, please, you plead, hands wringing, please open the door.

Satanas, it appears, does answer prayers.

When Cirrus opens the door you choke on your own spit inelegantly. She’s wearing a pair of silky black sleep shorts and a lacy bralette that hides…well…nothing. 

“Hey doll,” her voice is low and she reaches up to throw her dark hair over her shoulder and stifle a yawn. “You’re up early.”

“Cumulus is in heat,” you blurt out.

“Oh?” Cirrus’ lips curl into the same grin Dewdrop had but when she sees the clear panic on your face the smile drops. “Oh.”

“She’s…I don’t know what to do. She wants me to…is she in pain?”

Silently, Cirrus ushers you backwards and exits her room, shutting the door behind her. She’s already striding down the hall on long legs and you trail behind her nervously. When she opens the door to Cumulus’ room she nearly doubles over and takes a heaving deep breath.

“Goddamn yeah that’s a heat,” Cirrus exhales, shaking her head. “Lulu? Honey?”

Cumulus makes a sad little noise from the bed and your heart clenches. How the fuck were you going to help her?

“Here,” she peeps. She’s no longer under the covers and no longer wearing anything. Your hand jerks at your side as if you should cover your gaze and when Cirrus sees you flinch, she smiles.

“You two haven’t fucked yet have you?”

Cumulus keens and writhes on the bed, causing your jaw to fall open.

“No. We were…we were taking it slow. But I want to help her. I need to help her, I can’t leave her like this.”

“Good girl,” Cirrus purrs, and you gasp at the gush of wetness that comes out of you. Cirrus’ eyes dart to the juncture of your thighs and she grins. Walking further into the room, she goes over to Cumulus’ nightstand and opens it, rifling through the contents of the drawer. She makes a triumphant noise and slaps a large, a very large dildo with an interesting bulbous hook on the end onto the bed.

“Now where the fuck did she put the remote,” you hear her growl under her breath as she continues to sift through what you now know is Cumulus’ toy drawer. Cumulus groans, and immediately you’re by her side, hand gently on her calf. You knew she was beautiful, fuck, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen but like this she’s…radiant. Her curves undulate with her movements, breasts bouncing. Between her legs, her white curls are sopping wet as she drips onto the duvet. Your mouth goes dry and suddenly you really wish Cirrus would hurry the fuck up.

“Got it,” Cirrus says a few seconds later and you let out an exhale of relief. “Alright you. Strip.”

Dumbly, you point your finger to your chest and she gives you a look.

“Yes you.”

The eyes of both ghoulettes are on you as you tentatively slip your shirt up and over your head, flinging it to the floor. When you slide your underwear down both Cumulus and Cirrus inhale sharply, with the latter closing her eyes as if to regain her composure.

“Baby you’re beautiful,” Cumulus sighs, fingers cupping her breast and teasing the nipple, hips working in little circles. “So beautiful.”

You blush and look at your feet. This isn’t how you wanted this to go, you wanted to give Cumulus the romance she deserved but. Well. Here you are.

“Sit on the bed for me?” Cirrus says, jerking you back into the present. “And spread your legs.”

You hop on the end of the bed and with some hesitation spread your legs. Cirrus has the toy in her hand and smiles, causing your clit to throb.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, a single clawed finger tracing down your belly and through the curls between your legs. “She’s nice and wet for you Lulu.”

Cumulus lets out something between a giggle and a shriek.

“That’s…that’s my girl,” she breathes, and you don’t have to be looking at her to know she’s beaming. Cirrus, in the meantime, is idly applying lube to the bulbous end of the dildo as she stares between your legs. Finally she reaches down, spreading you apart and taking the rounded end, and presses it against your cunt. You jump at her touch and your jaw hangs as she slowly pushes your end of the dildo in. The thick intrusion has drool pooling in the corners of your mouth.

“Pretty little pussy, too,” Cirrus says with a grin. “Maybe you’ll be nice and share her afterwards.”

“Mmm…yes,” Cumulus practically sings, “would you like that, baby?”

You barely have time to let out an affirmative moan before Cirrus pulls you up and arranges you on your knees in between your lover’s legs. When Cumulus sees the thick length jutting out from you she lets out a euphoric laugh. She looks so…so…divine. So fucking gorgeous. Breaking from Cirrus’ grip you push forwards to slot your lips against Cumulus’. Her hands are in your hair instantly as you lick into her, one hand cupping her inflamed cheek. You don’t even notice as Cirrus settles into a chair in the corner, watching the two of you with narrowed, intrigued eyes. Cumulus pulls you from her lips for a moment and you take the opportunity to latch onto her neck, littering her decolletage with purple bruises. The dildo is stretching you wonderfully as your lips trail down to her breasts.

“Mmm fuck honey, you gonna suck my tits?”

You’ve never heard Cumulus be so vulgar before and you clench around the toy inside you. Rather than answer, you swipe your tongue over her nipple and suckle at the bud while her claws scratch at your scalp. She whines when you pull off one but when you latch onto the other breast, teeth grazing her nipple she’s purring again. Your hips jerk upwards, the tip of the dildo brushing at her entrance and she cries out.

“Need you, need you, need you,” she chants, pulling your face back up to her until your mouths are a breath away. “Need you inside me, fuck, wanna watch you cum.”

“This isn’t about me,” you breathe with a smile, kissing her gently.

“No,” Cirrus says from her corner, causing you to jump. You had forgotten she was even in the room. “It’s not, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to forget about you.”

In her right hand she holds something up.

The remote.

With a flick of her thumb you choke out a whine. The end of the dildo inside of you begins vibrating steadily, reverberating against your clit and suddenly you’re filled with the need to fuck your girlfriend now. Shaking, you pull back onto your knees and spread Cumulus apart, making her keen beneath you, murmuring something over and over you can’t hear. She’s so fucking wet and you can’t bring yourself to tease her any longer. Slowly you fill her, the tension in her body slipping away as you bury yourself to the hilt inside her. You pause with a heavy exhale, hunched over her and hair hanging in your face when the vibrations inside you increase.

“Go on, pretty girl,” Cirrus commands from her throne, “fuck her.”

You nod vigorously, not needing to be told twice as you pull out and slam back into her. Cumulus’ hands are on you, fingers clawing at your hips as you rut into her dripping cunt, driving yourself deeper and deeper every time. Suddenly inspired, you sit back and pick Cumulus’ legs up to place them heavy on your shoulders. Cirrus actually lets out a laugh and claps as you pump into the ghoulette beneath you. To award you for your initiative, Cirrus ratchets up the vibrations to the highest they’ll go and you’re panting as you grip your lover’s ankles. When Cumulus’ moans become pitchy, you know you’ve hit the right spot and a smile cracks your face even as sweat drips down your temples. 

“Gonna make you cum,” you say, looking at Cumulus with a cocky grin, “gonna make you fucking soak the sheets.”

Cirrus is saying something to you, something lewd you think, but when the vibrations hit your swollen clit just right you cum with a shout, hips continuing to jerk violently. When Cumulus cums her scream is exaltant, meeting you thrust for thrust as she drenches the bedcovers. You don’t even notice the vibrations have stopped as you continue to push into her until firm hands on your shoulders still you. With something between a sigh and a sob, you pull out and lean back into Cirrus’ embrace, eyes sliding shut.

“Good girl,” she murmurs, pushing your sweaty hair aside to place a kiss on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “You did so well. Look at her. You both look so beautiful.”

Cumulus is beneath you, looking up at you as if you hung the moon. Weakly, she reaches up to beckon you to her, a beatific expression on her face. Angelic, you would say if you didn’t know any better. Gently, Cirrus reaches around you and eases the dildo out of you before guiding you backwards and off the bed.

“Come on, pet,” Cirrus brings you to the side of the bed and pulls the covers back. Cumulus shifts over and finagles herself under the sheets, welcoming you into her embrace. Her temperature is back to being blissfully cool and she pulls you in.

“How do you feel?” you ask, still slightly out of breath, fingers toying with one of her white curls.

“Better. For now. Thank you, my love.”

Cirrus watches the two of you silently before lightly clearing her throat.

“Rest well, lovebirds,” she says with a smile, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, then Cumulus before whispering in your ear, “You’re a keeper.”

“Thanks, coach,” you grin sleepily and she briefly scratches at your scalp with fondness.

She slips out the door and the two of you are left to catch your breath. When you sigh contentedly, your girlfriend turns to you.

“You didn’t hear what I said earlier, did you?”

You frown slightly and open your eyes.

“No I…I don’t think so. I was kind of caught up in the uh…moment.”

She giggles and reaches a hand up to trace your features.

“I’ll repeat myself then. I love you.”

She loves you. She loves you.

“You what?” you say stupidly, and she snorts and places her thumb firm on your bottom lip.

“You heard me. Now be a lamb and say it back.”

You don’t need to be told twice. When you dream of the water again, she is with you.