#Cumulus/Dewdrop

[iamthecomet]

hey hey hey i will literally gift you my first born to see the dew & cumulus fleshlight fic i am setting up the ritual as we speak i am serious

Hi, yes, hello. I come barring gifts. Good news is: I do not require firstborn children. But I do take payment in baked goods. In other words:

Kinktober Day 12 - Toys/Orgasm Denial.

A little over 1.5k of mostly unedited Cumulus/Dewdrop, fleshlight usage, mean (in her own special way) Cumulus, and overconfident Dew.

tagging @miasmaghoul because I can.

Cumulus finds the toy in Dew’s bathroom. Sitting on the corner of the sink. Beads of water still clinging to the plastic folds. She looks at it. Touches the silicone. She drags her fingers over the opening. It’s vaguely vaginal in look, but feels cold, a little too stiff. There’s very little softness when she dips her fingers into the hole. Silicone clinging to her fingers. 

She thinks of the little ghoul, spread out naked on his bed. Hard already. Waiting for her. The desperate way he’d nuzzled up to her. His fingers dragging along the inside of her wrist, over her thigh. A hand slipping between them while they sat and watched the movie with the rest of the pack. Squeezing every once in a while. Solid and warm. 

She can’t help but think of him using this. Hips rabbit quick as he holds it in one hand. Sweat beading on his brow, as he fucks a silicone approximation of a cunt when he has copious options for the real thing just a handful of doors down the hall. 

She tucks some of her snowy curls behind her ear. Looks at her reflection in the mirror. Lips already kiss bitten. Nipples pebbled against the thin cotton of her worn t-shirt. She curls her fingers around the toy, and walks out of the bathroom. Back into the oppressive heat of Dew’s room. 

He’s where she left him. Sitting up against his headboard. Legs crossed. Cock half hard against his hip. Hands behind his head. Lounging in the flickering glow of the fire in his hearth. She holds the toy behind her back. Sways back and forth a little as his eyes flick over to her. 

“What’cha got?” He asks, pale eyebrow quirking up. A smirking digging at the corners of his lips. 

She climbs up onto the bed next to him before she shows him. Producing the fleshlight from behind her back with a flourish. Dew groans. Eyes closing, head thumping back against the headboard. 

“Lus, come on.” 

“Am I not good enough for you now?”

He opens his eyes to slits to peer at her. He curls an arm around her waist, glues her body to his. “You know that isn’t–”

“You sure? Looks like you just used it–”

He rolls his eyes. Eyes darting between her face and the toy. “Swiss got it for me as a joke.” 

“And you tried it anyway.” 

He deadpans. “Can you blame me?”

She can’t. Especially not with her extensive collection of dildoes and straps. She’d stick her dick in it too if she had one. But the way he’s blushing about it makes warmth pool low in her stomach. 

“How was it?” she asks. Can’t help it. She’s under his skin and she has to stay there. Wiggle deeper. She rests her head against his chest while she waits for him to talk. Takes the option away from him to look at her face. His fingers clench on her side. 

“Didn’t even cum in it.” 

“No? Why not?” 

Dew shrugs beneath her a little too quick. “Dunno. Couldn’t.” 

Cumulus is glad Dew can’t see the way her face splits into a smile. She flicks her tongue out to trace over his nipple. He hisses. She hears his head thump against the headboard again. He’s going to give himself a concussion if he doesn’t stop. 

“Show me.” 

He tenses beneath her. The hand carding up and down her spine pauses mid-stroke. She nuzzles against him when he doesn’t answer right away. She kisses him wherever she can reach. Soft lingering brushes of her lips. She circles his nipple with her tongue, sucks on it just enough to make him gasp. 

“Why?” 

She tugs on his piercingwith her teeth. He arches against her. He digs blunted nails into her back, holds her closer. She shrugs. 

“You say you can’t cum in it, prove it.” 

Dew stills again and Cumulus waits for him to say no. To back out of this. She’ll let him. She’ll toss the toy aside and slide into his lap. Sit on his face. Ride him until he gets misty-eyed. It’s easy, a game. 

So she’s surprised when he pulls the silicone from her hand. She straightens up. Moves out of the circle of his arm to sit higher on the bed, her shoulder brushing his as she settles in to watch. 

He spits on his hand, gives himself a couple of cursory stokes just to get himself wet, and then pushes in. Bringing the toy down on his straining length.  He winces as he does, looking over at her with his eyebrows raised as if he’s already won the game by not blowing it the second he pushed inside. 

“You should use more lube, it might be better.” 

Dew drags the toy up and down his length a few times. He shrugs. “It’s fine.” 

Cumulus rolls her eyes.

“Let me help.”  She reaches between her legs, dipping her fingers into her shorts to drag them through her folds. Already slick. She drags her fingers over her clit a few times. Gasping at the pressure. Dew watches her with hungry blown-out eyes. 

When she pulls her fingers free, glistening with slick, Dew gives a half-hearted protest. She ignores him.. She bats his hand away and grabs the toy, pulling it off of him just long enough for her to stick her slick fingers into it. Smearing herself over the inside of it with a few quick passes. 

She slides it back down over his cock and this time, he does groan. Maybe from the wet heat of her clinging to the plastic inside. Maybe because she’s the one with her hand wrapped around the sleeve. She doesn’t know. But the blush that rises on his cheeks after makes her stomach flip. 

“May I?” 

Dew nods. “Y–yeah. Sure.” 

Cumulus rises up on her knees. Settles in next to him and sets a pace. Slow strokes. She doesn’t squeeze too hard, makes sure he can’t feel the shape of her fingers through it, that would be cheating. But she fucks him the way she knows he likes. A nice easy build-up. Languid for a while, build up speed the more time passes. 

She keeps her eyes on his face–he watches her hand. Dew tries to keep a straight face–to pretend everything he said before was true. That he didn’t really like it. That he can’t cum inside of it. But the little rolls of his hips tell another story. He has one hand on Cumulus’ thigh, gripped tight. Dimpling into soft flesh. 

She moves a little faster, a little harder. She leans over just a little, enough so that she knows her tits bounce in her shirt with each stroke. She’s playing dirty–she doesn’t care. 

The first groan she rips from him is low and ragged. It takes him by surprised. He swears at the end of it, caught in his own lie. She raises an eyebrow. 

“Is it good?” 

“Shut up,” he bites out. Hips jerking up into the sleeve. She could stop moving it now–stop jerking him off with it. He’d fuck himself silly in it she held it still. But there’s little fun in that. He’s coming apart at the seams. Desperate to be right, and failing miserably.

“Come on, Dew. Tell me. Is it going to make you cum?”  She tips her voice towards sweet, sickly. Dew growls low, still fucking up into her hand, chasing an orgasm he promised her he couldn’t have. 

“Lus–”

“You lied to me.” 

Dew whines. He tips his head back finally breaking eye contact with her hand and his cock pistoning in and out of the toy. His cock is wet now. Slicked with his own pre mostly. Shiny and red when she pulls the toy almost all the way off. 

“This is different.” 

“Is it?” 

“Yes. Fuck, Lus.” 

Cumulus can’t stop looking at him. At the way his chest heaves. Muscles in his stomach jumping. He throws his arm over his face to hide his blush but it doesn’t work, it’s seeping down his throat. The shame painted over his features makes Cumulus throb. 

“Is it going to make you cum or not?” 

Dew’s quiet except for the harsh pants of his breathing. Finally he opens his mouth. “Yes. Fuck, are you happy? Yes it’s going to make me cum. You’re going to make me cum.” 

“When?” 

He whines. Fingers clenching. “Fuck. Soon.” 

It’s a handful of seconds later when he starts to tense up. She gives him two mores strokes. Watches the way his toes clench, the way his balls draw up. Then she pulls the toy off, away. Dew wails. Eyes snapping open wide. Body jerking as his orgasm stalls before it even starts. 

His cock kicks wildly, a spurt of precum rolls down the head.

“Fuck. Fuck. nononono.” 

Cumulus grins at him when he finally looks at her face. His eyes pulled wide, betrayal spinning through them. He pants, digging his fingers into her thigh so hard she knows she’ll bruise. 

“What the fuck, Lus.” He pants. He reaches for the toy, her hand. She pulls them out of his reach. “Let me cum. Please you gotta–”

She pushes two fingers past his lips, cutting his words off as she pets over his tongue. Smearing the lingering taste of herself over it. She grins, syrupy sweet and deadly. 

“If you cum in anything tonight, make sure it’s me.” 

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 24: Tour Destress

Pairing: Cumulus/Dew

Rating: Teen

Words: 561

Mushy May put together by @forlorn-crows and as always, much thanks!

***

“Want off of this fucking bus,” Dew growls, pacing and wearing a path into the shitty tour bus carpeting. It’s several months into a tour that feels like it will never end, and tensions in the pack are at an all time high.

They all get irritated this late into tours, no matter how much they love what they do. Mountain’s usually the first one to get antsy. He’s cut off from his element, cramped into tight quarters that, even when he’s got his human glamor on, he’s too tall to fit into comfortably. Swiss and Sunny get snappy, and Rain becomes so easily overstimulated it’s not fair. But that’s easy to deal with, in the grand scheme of things.

A pissy fire ghoul, on the other hand? That can get dangerous. 

Cumulus didn’t know Dew before he was a fire ghoul. She doesn’t know if he was ever this irritable when he was water. Aether and Mountain would know, but she isn’t worried about that right now. She sits on the couch, watching Dew pace and growl to himself as she keeps her hands busy working on crocheting a blanket. 

They’re somewhere on a long stretch of highway, and to be completely honest, Cumulus has lost track of where exactly they are, where the next stop is. It’s late, and everyone else on the bus is asleep, as far as she knows. 

Dew, however, can’t settle, and Cumulus knows she needs to do something before he catches something on fire. 

She finishes the stitch she’s working on and sets the blanket aside. “Junebug, come here,” she says, hoping the tone of her voice will get Dew to actually listen to her. She pats her thigh, and Dew stops in his tracks to look at her.

“What do you want?” He snaps, and Cumulus is just thankful that he’s keeping his voice down. 

“Come here,” she repeats herself. “Want to make you feel better.”

Dew’s posture slumps, and he comes over to her, straddling her thighs and burying his face in the crook of her neck. He sighs, his hot breath ghosting over her skin. “‘M sorry, Cue.”

“Don’t be,” she whispers. She carefully pulls out the tie holding up his hair, running her claws along his scalp. “We all feel like this, junebug. This is hard work, and it takes its toll on us.”

“Doesn’t give me an excuse to treat all of you like shit,” Dew grumbles. Cumulus shifts so she’s laying on her back, wrapping her arms around Dew’s shoulders as she takes him down with her. He goes willingly, what fight was left in him sapped from his body. He buries his face in her chest as she keeps running her claws through his hair. 

“Honey is for bees, silly bear,” she starts to sing under her breath, “Besides there’s jelly beans everywhere. It’s not what it seems in the land of dreams, don’t worry your head, just go to sleep.”

Dew starts to purr, with several false starts that sound like an old motor starting up. He doesn’t come up to breath, burying himself in her fresh air scent. He wraps his tail around her thigh, and she tangles hers alongside it. Dew lets the rocking of the bus, Cumulus’s sweet voice, and her claws raking through his hair lull him to a much needed sleep.

[lilypadlys]

Domestic December Day 1 - Cooking Together

The oven breaks so Dew lends Cumulus a hand, and his fire magic, so she can bake cookies. This idea has been rolling around in my head for a bit and this was the perfect excuse to finally write it. Now I want cookies…

So excited to be doing my first fic writing challenge/event! Since it's my first time, free time is limited, and I just wanted to have fun with this, I gave myself no word minimums for any of these. Some will be decent sized oneshots and other will be much shorter drabbles and headcanons.

I plan to have something for all 31 days but we'll see how that goes. The plan is all SFW and no smut this time around. Just a bunch of sweet domestic fluff. Prompt list by @comp-lady See prompt list here

600 words of Cumulus/Dew fluff below the cut or on AO3

Cumulus hums while she works, using an ice cream scoop to form the cookie dough she’d made into rounds before setting them on parchment paper lined sheets. With winter approaching, she’d been in a baking mood. She decided to use the day to try out a spice cookie recipe she’d found in one of the cook books in the library

“So, set the oven to 350 degrees…” She says to herself checking the recipe. “And let them bake for fifteen minutes. Okay!”

She reaches over the stove to the digital time display and presses the button to set the oven to preheat. And nothing happens. She presses it again, this time with more force. Still nothing.

“Huh.”

After further inspection, the oven light also fails to switch on, much less the heating coils.

“Is it a power issue?”

The time still lights up, perpetually two minutes behind, but the oven stubbornly refuses to heat. Shrugging, Cumulus prepares to slide the cookie sheets into the freezer. The dough balls will keep and she can bake them once the oven’s fixed. Failing that, they can just eat the cookie dough raw. The eggs were pasteurized and the ghoul’s have stomachs of steel. It should be fine.

She’s interrupted by Dew entering the kitchen.

“Whatcha making Lus? Smells good in here.”

She sighs. “I was making cookies but the oven isn’t working. I think it might be broken.”

Dew frowns in sympathy but suddenly his eyes light up. “What if we-”

“Oh no!” She interrupts. “We are not letting Swiss try to fix it. Not after last time. He still owes me a new hair dryer.”

Dew chuffs and rolls his eyes. “Satan no. I was thinking, what if we use fire magic?”

“Huh.” Cumulus considers. “Maybe. But you couldn’t just roast them. They’d burn. They need evenly distributed heat over a length of time.”

“Use your magic to spread the heat around? Distribute the warm air?”

“Oh! That might work.”

The two ghouls get to work, setting the test sheet over a raised cooling rack. Dew heats his hands and places one just below the cookie sheet and the other right above. He waves his hands back and forth a little to distribute the heat as Cumulus manipulates the warmed air to hover around the cookies.

To their delight, it works. It’s not perfect. It takes a while and involves a lot of guessing. A closed system would be more efficient and certainly easier. Regardless, they’re too excited to care. At the end, Dew risks a little open flame over the top, just to gently toast the edges and get them golden brown and crispy

Once the cookies seem fully cooked, Cumulus quickly cools them with a breezier gust of air. She picks a cookie up and breaks it in half, inspecting the inside. It looks done. She takes an experimental bite and hums in satisfaction.

“Good?” Dew asks.

She replies by handing him the other half. He accepts, taking a bite. His blissful grin soon matches the one on Cumulus’ face. The cookies are packed with pecans and cinnamon, and sprinkled with brown sugar that has since caramelized on the tops of the cookies. The edges are crisp but the insides manage to be soft with the pecans adding the occasional crunch. In short, they’re amazing.

“Lus, these are great.” Dew says around a mouth full of cookie.

“Thank you! Let's get the rest baked so we can bring them to the others.”

Dew’s smile turns into a pout. “Noooo…”

“What? Why not? You want to eat the cookie dough?”

“No,” He puffs out his bottom lip a little. “I don’t want to share.” He grabs another cookie possessively, causing Cumulus to giggle.

“Help me with these and as soon as the oven is fixed, I’ll make a batch just for you.”

“Okay.” His grin returns. “Deal.”

[genderlessghoul]

I've been wanting to do this post for a while now so here is EVERYTHING I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE GHOULS' IMPERA COSTUMES.

Buckle up because I have a LOT to say about those, this is gonna be a very long one.

The costumes were designed by B Åkerlund, a Swedish costume designer who's worked with Ghost since at least Meliora (that's as far back as I was willing to scroll on her Instagram page lol). B Åkerlund has also worked for many other musical artists such as Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Madonna, the Rolling Stones, Ozzy Osborne, Blink 182 and Hollywood Undead (information from her own website)

The masks were made by Bob Basset, a visual artists who works a lot with leather. I find his work fascinating, you can look him up on Instagram (nsfw warning, there's a few naked ladies).

Fun fact! The horns are real cow horns. That's the reason some of them have gold tips, to hide the imperfections that come with working with actual horns.

He does have a shop where he sells his items, there's a mask there very similar to the Impera ones. You can also buy Papa's batwings if you happen to have 2500$ lying around!

The jackets are made on the same model as one of Papa's. The back is decorated with a spine-like design made from leather and cording. It's adorned with a few of our classic Impera buttons. Some of the hems were left raw and some deliberate weathering was done to make it look old and worn.

Fun fact! The shoulder pieces are not sewn into the garment, I would assume for easier cleaning. I don't know if they're held by strong magnets or snap buttons.

The vest (my beloved 😩) is made from flocked velvet in a paisley pattern, the front hems embellished with satin piping. It closes in the front with custom metal clasps that are riveted into the garment. The D parts are attached with what seems to me like wide elastic, which would lessen the pression on the clasps when moving around a lot. The back is made from two different types of fabric, I'd have to touch it to be able to tell you what they are. I assume the panels closer to the sides have some mild stretch to them. The top of the shoulders are decorated with Impera grucifix patches.

The shirts were not custom made for the ghouls, altho they were altered. The original shirt in the vintage painter linen shirt from Punk Rave and it is still being sold. Some of the cuffs were altered, removing the ruffles for some of the ghouls, but not all. They were removed for Dew, Mountain and Phantom, Aether's didn't have them either. As far as I can tell, all the ghoulettes still have them.

An unfinished piece of linen serves as an ascot, that piece is decorated with a metal devil skull. The colour of the skull doesn't appear to be consistent between each ghoul, Dew's looks gold almost bronze while Phantom's is a silver-like colour.

Another modification is the buttons, a small portion of them were removed in favor of our Impera buttons. Some of the ghouls have more buttons replaced than others, which is still a mystery to me.

The pants are called Jodhpurs, they were invented in the 1800s as horse riding pants. The wide part at the hips and thighs allowing for better movement. The ones the ghouls wear don't reach all the way to their ankles, they stop a bit past the calf muscle, hidden by the boots. (Yes, the ghouls are effectively wearing capri pants)

The boots are motorcycle riding boots, decorated by a grucifix. Like the shirt, they can still be bought online through the All American Boots website, altho the price tag is... Headache inducing to say the least.

The cape is a piece of costume that was only briefly worn on stage by the ghouls, Aurora being the only one who still wears one. I would assume it gets in the way of playing very easily. The cape itself is made of two fabrics, a light blue satin and a dark grey suede. The two pieces are not sewn together at the bottom, they move freely from each other. The cape is attached on the left shoulder with a harness piece that has one strap across the chest, decorated with a metal buckle, and one under the armpit.

Aight that's it for me, have a nice day byyyyye!!

[saintmisu]

this has been rotting in my wips but anyways my take on the ghouls please accept it hehe

[funvinefury]

Cardinal Copia giving flowers to the ghouls.

Video Credits: Unknown

[psina-alina]

ghuide (ghoul guide) 2.0 | 1.0 |

fell free to repost it, just credit me!

(x)

[plantonspace]

Sometimes you have to take a break from a drawing by drawing something stupid

[smoke-and-silver]

Thinking about little silly inhuman traits of all of the ghouls.

Swiss has an uneven gait when he walks, like he doesn't quite know how to carry his own bones. Think Hector's walk in Coco.

Aurora idly kneading/clawing at things without realizing like a big lion.

Cirrus just doesn't blink like 80% of the time. The most unnerving stare out of all of them. This is not a trait of ALL ghouls--just her.

Mountain rubs things with his horns how deer rub their antlers on trees. It's such a habit that he does it even when glamoured/in human disguise, and you'll see him rubbing against doorframes and such just out of habit.

Cumulus moving her head and piercing eyes in the gyroscopic way that birds of prey do when she forgets to mimic human movement.

Rain doesn't shiver or pant or sweat. Blizzard or sweltering heat, he seems totally unaffected by the ambient temperature.

Phantom true to his name is just silent when he moves. No footsteps or anything. Has an unnerving way of being totally still when he's idle; no shifting or fidgeting like most ghouls or humans.

Dewdrop sometimes moves so quickly and smoothly you don't even see him move. You call his name and suddenly he is looking at you, and you didn't even see his head turn.

[crooked-hourglass]

The Nameless Ghouls and Ghoulettes - Halloween 2023

Thought I'd bring them all together :)

{Halloween 2023 Series | More Artwork | Socials and Prints}

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dew, hanging off of the couch: "Never flirt with a man who fishes." Cumulus, wrapped in a blanket next to him: "Never flirt with a man." Aeon, on the floor between them: "Never flirt." Rain, who wasn't paying attention, wistfully: "...Fishes..."

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober - Day 21 - Intercural Sex (Thigh Fucking)

1.4k words of sleepy morning Cumdrop thigh fucking. That's it, that's the fic.

I almost didn't do Cumdrop for thigh fucking because I was like "no you've already done so much cumdrop" but who can resist Cumulus' thighs? Certainly not Dew (or me). tagging my fellow cumdrop truther @miasmaghoul, because of course. ILY ♥

Dew wakes up slowly. One arm tucked under his pillow, fingers numb and tingly. The other draped over Cumulus’ waist. Hand under her shirt, pressed against her sternum between the soft swell of her breasts. She’s warm, soft against him. Ass pressed against his crotch. Their knees slotted together. Her feet–always cold–tucked between his calves. His face buried in her curls. He inhales deep and smells sun-dried cotton, honey suckle, and the barest hint of woodsmoke. His smell rubbing off on her in the night. 

  He’s still groggy when she starts to move. Pressing back against him. Sleepy, luxurious movements that grind her ass over his already chubby cock. He groans, noses deeper into her hair. Presses on her sternum to pull her tighter to him. Hand sliding to the side to cup her breast. Nipple pebbling against his palm as he kneads. 

“Mornin’” she mumbles. Dew cracks his eyes open. It’s mid-morning judging by the way the sun slants through the window and over her pale gray skin. She’s kicked the blankets off sometime in the night. She’s not wearing anything else besides the oversized Tee. One of Aether’s for sure. So worn and soft it’s nearly threadbare. It’s rucked up over her hips. Dew lets his eyes wander, dragging down the curve in her waist, her exposed hips and thighs. Legs curving toward his. Skin soft and supple.

“Mornin’, Lus.” Dew pulls his head away from her curls. Using his other hand–still mostly asleep–to prop himself up to look at her. She’s gorgeous like this. Sleep warm. Eyes just barely open, face flushed and relaxed. He rolls her nipple between his fingers and she huffs out a laugh. 

“Insatiable,” she admonishes. Dew kisses her in response. Lips sliding together as he hovers half over her. Legs still tangled. His hair cascading down around them like a curtain as he gentles her lips open and licks into her mouth. 

She reaches up, rolling toward him just enough to tangle her fingers in his hair, nails pressing against the back of his skulls she holds him there. Tongues sliding together. It’s slow, sloppy, uncoordinated in the way only early morning kisses can be. 

Dew is painfully hard in seconds. He doesn’t know what it is about her–everything probably–but it never takes long. Half asleep, wide awake, there’s something about Cumulus that sends all the blood rushing south. He makes a pitiful noise in her mouth as he rolls his hips against her ass. The clothed head of his cock dimpling into her ass cheeks. 

She pulls away. Looking up at him, eyes bright, lips pink and spit slicked. 

“Already?” 

“Can’t help it.” He’s blushing, can feel the heat on his face. “So fucking hot. What else am I supposed to do?” 

Cumulus smiles at him. Too sweet to be wholly innocent and Dew knows he’s fucked. Done for. He’s glad for it. Ready for whatever she’s willing to give him. Ready to fall apart for her amusement. 

Cumulus shifts. Rolling over to face him, pulling the plush cushion of her ass away from Dew’s dick. He grabs for her, pulling his hand away from her breast to dig his fingers into her hip to try to get her to stay but it doesn’t work. He doesn’t realize what her game is until she’s reaching down, and tugging the waistband of his boxers down just far enough for his cock to spring free. 

She wraps her fingers around the base and squeezes. Dew melts into her grip. Hips rocking into the warmth of her hand. Eyes fluttering closed. 

She presses her forehead against his as he fucks into her hand. He can feel her breath on his face, cool against his overheated skin. 

“Look at me, Dewdrop.” 

Dew does. It takes effort to open his eyes, but he’ll never deny her–not anything. This close he can see the smattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. She smiles at him and he wants to dig his teeth into her dimples. Wants to kiss her and never stop. 

Each roll of his hips is languid, like he’s trying to savor her touch, the feel of her. He’s getting into a rhythm now, pleasure evening out into something he can chase instead of overwhelming. He relaxes into it. 

The steady even pleasure doesn’t last long. Cumulus shifts forward and kisses him. Plush lips pressing against his. Tongue slipping between his teeth. Claiming now rather than gentle. She moves, presses her whole body closer to him. Clothed tits pressing tight against his chest. 

Dew wraps one arm around her. Hand gripping in the shirt at the small of her back. The other sliding up to tangle in her curls, hold her close. Let himself be claimed. 

She shifts her thighs, guides his cock between them. He’s not ready for her. Her hand was one thing. Soft and warm, but nothing compared to the velvety plush of her thighs. He groans low, gut punched. Breath knocked from his lungs, he pulls back from the kiss to take gulps of it. 

He can feel the heat of her cunt, an inch or two above where she’s stuck him. She’s slick here–just enough for him to feel it. Enough to ease the slide.

Dew freeze. Gulping down air, eyes pinned closed. He’s afraid that if he moves he’ll blow immediately. Doesn’t want to. Wants to last long enough to press her back into the bed, to spread those luxurious thighs and press himself inside of her. To feel the slick velvety heat of her. But that seems like a distant dream now. 

“Come on, Dew,” Cumulus purrs. “You want to.” 

He nods. Fuck does he. Wants to spend hours here, rolling his hips into the softest parts of her. But that’s the problem. He wants it to last–he knows it won’t. 

“Fuck.” 

“Already?” She brushes hair away from his face. Fingers grazing over the sharp line of his cheekbone. He digs his fangs into his lip. He wants to deny it–but he can’t lie to her. He nods. 

“So soft.”  He gives a test thrust. A cursory slide against her skin. Finds the pressure maddening. The way her body gives way to him. The knowledge that she’s slick down her thighs just for him. It’s too much, but one thrust leads to two, to three. 

And before he knows it he’s fucking into her thighs in decadent rolls of his hips. He can’t keep it slow for long, can’t savor it the way he really wants to. It’s not long before he’s fucking into her thighs with rabbit thrusts. Short and quick.  

He whimpers, each thrust drawing a gasp from him, until Cumulus kisses him to swallow them. Dragging her tongue over his fangs.  He’s pouring pre now. Mixing with her slick to ease the slide and Dew knows he’s going insane. He’s shuddering now. Fingers digging hard into Cumulus’ back. Holding her where he wants her while he takes what he needs. 

She pulls back to look at him. To take in his flushed face. The tips of his ears gone pink. Slack mouth, swollen lips. 

“Fuck–Lus. I’m gonna–gotta–oh no.” 

“Yeah, just like that, Dewy. Get them nice and creamy,” she whispers, lips against the top of his head as she pulls him close. Cushioning his head against her chest. Cradling him in her arms as he goes taut. Pleasure dragging through his veins like lightening. He keens, the sound muffled by her shirt as he cums. Spilling hot and thick over her thighs. Tears pricking at his eyes as he keeps going. Milking himself until overstimulation starts to burn through him. Reluctant to pull away–to stop. 

Cumulus pets over his hair, presses a kiss between his horns. Dew allows himself two minutes to come back to earth, to remember how to breath again. But once it’s up he pulls out of the circle of her arms. He shifts them, pushing her over onto her back and sliding a knee between her coated thighs. 

Cumulus heaves out a sigh, content, as she settles into the pillows. Watching as he moves downward. Pushing her thighs further apart with his shoulders as he lays between them, hands pressed to the side of her knees to hold her open, exposed for him. 

He looks up at her, licks his lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[vanmec]

This is exactly what happened at my ritual I was there

[My Socials] | [Prints]

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

*slams hands on the desk* Ghouls sharing their clothes.

Dew drowning in Aether's hoodie, collarbones exposed everytime he moves.

Aurora wearing Mountain's tshirt like a dress, with fishnets underneath.

Cirrus in Rain's comfiest sweatpants, rolled up at the ends because "fuck bambi do you have long legs".

Aether in Swiss' shirt, slightly too small for him, clinging deliciously to his chest and revealing a tantalizing flash of belly at every move.

Rain in Phantom's bat wings hoodie because he thinks it's the cutest thing ever.

Mountain in a crop top that's a normal shirt on Sunshine.

Swiss in one of Cumulus' long, flowy skirt, claiming that it's the comfiest thing he ever wore.

Phantom borrowing Dew's worn out jackets because they look so cool and he likes all the patches on them.

Sunshine in light pink cargo pants that definitely belong to Aurora, the chain attached to it jiggling with more shiny trinkets than it did before by the time they're back in Aurora's closet.

Cumulus in Cirrus' sleeveless denim jacket that she helped customize so "technically it's a bit mine as well".

[demorto]

do you think cumulus combs dew's hair

[razorsystem]

posting all of the ghouls sitting around together

the (kind of) rainbow was a complete accident but i love it regardless

thank you to everyone whos been here along the way, your support made this so worth the work and i love all of you guys <3

edit: adding the links to the individual posts under the cut

swiss

sodo/dew

sunshine

mountain

cumulus

cirrus

rain

aurora

phantom

aether