#SunBug

[rainy-nomad]

I have work tomorrow and will finish nothing tonight, so Ill slap these things down I guess.

g'night friends!

[athofear]

not my usual fandom, but i’ve put so much effort into this art piece i think i deserve to post it here.

sunbug for the soul. don’t know if that’s their official ship name? just the one my friend came up with. this was kind of a crackship but then i made this so we’re basically fucked.

[sunkxsscdmoved]

|| Some Sunbug doodles for @fellapart for convincing me to come back and helping me develop Sunni.

Man, the second piece is still disgustingly stiff but I'm going to blame it on Buggy's mind shutting down like Windows XP after mistletoe smooch.

[dumpsterchanterelle]

this is your ONE CHANCE to praise the eternal SUNBUG. REBLOG to always have enough sunlight to support your mental health. IGNORE to suffer an eternal winter. so says he. amen.

[celinolesunshine]

biblically accurate rendition of my mood after online stimming with a new moot

[peterprado]

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The Vegas Mini Baja Chase with The Behr Team!

[daily-basil]

they are waiting for Pluto to pick them up

[santoshivers]

( They are Watching Dragon Ball Z )

Commission for @ammoknightsofficial (aka nekro/nekromantiiks)

Thank you for the game!! <3

[nekromantiiks]

Thank you to the five people who like my Sunbug art. I have much more.

[gachahugs]

Sunbug

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 12: 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

pairing(s): sunshine/cumulus words: 1036

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

✿

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

And she likes Cumulus a lot.

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

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

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

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

“Sunbug,” she mumbles.

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, really?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“‘Lus—”

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

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

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[rainy-nomad]

please be nice to him, my dog has anxiety

[miasmaghoul]

Mushy May - Day 6

Prompt: Picnic

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

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

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

But this - this is her favorite place to be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How about a snack while we wait?” 

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

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

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

“Grab that for me, would you?”  

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

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

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

“You promise, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I wi-”

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

“I think it’s lunchtime, sunbug.” 

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

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

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

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

“Save some for me!”

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

[sunkxsscdmoved]

|| Lil Sunbug doodle for @fellapart because they make me happy and I love our lil chats about them.

[ammoknightsofficial]

I am once again thinking about Sunbug.

Louie is the kind of guy where, when Berne hugs him, he appreciates the affection and physical pressure, yes… But what he’s stuck on is the way that ribs slot together so perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle. The bones seem made to slide together like the intertwining of fingers, and yet they’re kept apart by layers of flesh.

He’s the kind of guy to dwell on the thought of essentially clipping into his geometry. Joining flesh, veins, bone. Dying that way, like those bucks whose antlers get locked together in combat, or a rat king. A perfect fusion of the body and soul. A perfectly permanent cure for loneliness.

It’s hard to worry about the relationship not working out - or the power struggle that you see as inherent to any form of partnership - when you’ve melted all degrees of separation from yourselves like an ice cube on a summer beach. You’ve become one body now. One whole, finally complete body.

[celinolesunshine]

Do you think cats can actually speak human languages but have been gas lighting us into thinking the can’t for generations? The way my cats look at me sometimes, man. And my cat for sure says ‘no’ and ‘hi’ to me frequently.

2 am thoughts

Oh, they for sure can speak.

They understand us so well that they've developed a frequency in which it's impossible for us to ignore in order to pay attention to then.

They know when we speak about them. They understand us on a fundamental level and are waiting for their moment to strike.