#aether/cirrus

[nastylittleghouls]

You′ll always have my shoulder when you cry.  I'll never let go

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 25: Sharing a Secret Comfort Item

It's Cirrus's first tour and she can't sleep. Aether knows exactly how to help.

Thank you so much to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together, and to @ghuleh-recs for making the dividers <3

Twenty paces.

That's how many steps it takes Cirrus to walk from her bunk, back to the closed door of the back bedroom, up to the front lounge, and back. She knows this route intimately, even as the bus sways under her feet, barreling down a highway she's never been on.

The rest of the band is asleep. Cirrus knows; she can feel each of their breaths, steady and slow. But not her. She still feels like she's been thrown headlong into the deep end of a pool, she's barely been Up Top for three months before the Cardinal had set off with them and this group of ghouls across the world, the real reason she'd been summoned. She turns, taking another lap up and down the length of the bus.

She's not quite sure the Cardinal's made the right choice with her. Skittish, stand-offish, snap her teeth when the others get too close, can't settle or adjust. Another lap.

Cirrus isn't sure what time it is. She knows there's another Ritual tomorrow (or today?), she knows her new vessel will protest with exhaustion unless she goes to sleep, but she can't. Everything is too new and strange and she's still on edge. Another lap.

The next pass up and down the aisle, a hand shoots out from behind a privacy curtain to grab her wrist, and Cirrus nearly puts her fangs through her lip to bite back a startled yelp. Her chest heaves as the curtain slides open, Aether blinking blearily at her. He's propped up on an elbow, staring up at her. "Can't sleep?"

Cirrus breathes heavily through her nose, feather tipped tail lashing behind her. "That's the least of it," she huffs, a hot bolt of shame shooting down her spine at the idea she's woken one of the oldest ghouls in this group.

"You're fine," Aether assures, voice a little husky with sleep. She balks a little, his hand still wrapped securely around her wrist. "It's alright. I know what you're feeling right now. I was the same way when I was summoned."

Her tail curls around her own thigh, and she sags just a little into his grip. His skin is cool, his touch almost popping like carbonation, the quintessence clinging to him.

"Did it get better?"

"It did," he says, his thumb rubbing a small circle into the delicate skin of her inner wrist. "It took time, but it got better."

Cirrus takes another deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut. The only thing she's really aware of is the motion of his thumb. "Fuck," she mumbles under her breath.

"Hey, Cirr, can you look at me, dearheart?"

She blinks, brows furrowed a little as she listens, meeting his starry gaze. "Yeah?"

"You want some help getting to sleep?"

Every muscle in her body tenses at the idea. "I don't want any magick," she says, her hackles raising.

"No magick," he hums, voice soothing down to her frayed core. "I've got something else that might help."

Aether groans, rolling out of his bunk, and Cirrus tenses even further at the idea of rousing him even further. "Aether-" she starts, but he levels her with a glance.

"It's fine, dearheart," he says, grabbing something she can't see from his bunk. "It's just that the only person who fits into that bunk with me is Dewdrop, fucking twig of a ghoul." His voice lightens as he talks about the fire ghoul, but he starts walking up front, his hand still around her wrist. She follows tentatively as he leads her to the couch in the front lounge. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to see if holding you won't help you sleep."

Cirrus gawks at him, blinking rapidly. But she sighs, shoulders slumping with exhaustion. "Okay," she says, and Aether flashes her a bright grin, one of his fangs gilded and glinting in the low light. He presses himself against the back of the couch, opening his arms, and she only hesitates a moment before crawling up alongside him, chest to chest so they don't fall off.

Aether gently rests his arm around her waist, big hand at the small of her back, a low, comforting noise sounding from the back of his throat. Cirrus's entire body goes slack, her face pressed into his collarbone.

"There we go, that's better, huh?" he says quietly, reaching behind him and throwing something soft over the two of them. Cirrus lifts her head for a moment, making a soft, confused noise, and examines it. It's a blanket, fuzzy and not-quite fleecy, and there's just enough light in the lounge for her to recognize it as purple, little stars embroidered in the corners.

She turns back to Aether, cocking her head and chirping softly in question. He chuckles, and she can feel the way it vibrates through his chest. "This is my summoning blanket," he whispers, smoothing a hand over her blue-black hair. "Omega gave it to me when I came from the Pit. It helped a lot when I felt the way you're feeling right now."

Cirrus hums, relishing in the softness of the blanket, the solidness of Aether's form against hers. "It's helping now," she whispers, her eyelids suddenly feeling like they weigh a ton each.

"Good," he chuffs, hand smoothing over her back under the blanket. "Get some sleep, dearheart. Long day tomorrow."

And she does.

[forlorn-crows]

for your consideration: transmasc Cirrus

i think these two shall combine nicely, @rrriver, dont you? been teasing @askingforthesun with this one for a few days now.

cirrus can be a boy, as a treat. and whats better than one transmasc ghoul? two transmasc ghouls.

2k of t4t aethe/cirrus goodness. author clearly has forgotten what ficlet means. but im combining two requests, so its fine, right? no one can complain to me about more smut.

clit/cunt/folds/cock/dick for both of the transmasc lads here. exactly what it says on the tin. enjoy xx

It’s a modest thing: plain red, slightly curved, average size and length. Cirrus rolls the weight of it around in his hand, back and forth, making the wide elastic straps rustle. The air ghoul is no stranger to strap-ons, this much is true; but this one is different, foreign by its very nature. A little something extra, Aether had promised. 

“Want me to show you?” he asks now. The quintessence ghoul slides his hand over Cirrus’, caressing along the back of it and along the shaft of the toy. Aether’s other hand comes up to grasp gently at the underside of his wrist, ultraviolet eyes soft yet dark. 

Cirrus nods, grin going lopsided as he bites his lip. “Yeah,” he breathes. 

Aether mirrors his grin. “Come on, then.” He tugs Cirrus down to the bed, letting him settle atop his lap. “Kiss me first, though, hm?”

He pulls him down into a languid kiss, blindly taking the strap from his hand and setting it aside for now. Cirrus melts easily into it, Aether’s warm arms wrapping around his waist and holding steady. The quintessence ghoul grinning against his mouth when Cirrus loops his own arms around his neck, fingers coming up to tangle in his hair. 

“Mm,” Aether hums appreciatively. “You know I like that.”

Cirrus rolls his hips, barely rubbing his folds over Aether’s fat little length. Earning a chuff when they each get a little friction. “You like that too?” he asks teasingly. 

Aether rumbles his assent and encourages the air ghoul to do it again. His breath hitches when he grinds more deliberately, the swollen ends of their clits nudging against one another. “Fuck, you know I do.”

“Can feel how hard you are,” Cirrus breathes. He tugs on the hairs at the back of his head, licking into his mouth when it drops open in a gasp. Relishing in the way Aether grips him tighter with strong hands, encouraging him to do as he pleases. 

“How can I not be, with—hah—such a handsome thing on my lap?”

“Wet, too?”

“Cir—”

Cirrus laughs and runs his hand down Aether’s chest. Tugging at those hairs there too before gliding further down, down, down. 

“Yeah, right there,” Aether breathes. Begs. He spreads his thighs underneath him, inviting his hand to dip between them and pet along his sex. Nimble pianist fingers swipe through slick and tug at his chubby clit as Cirrus leans in again for another messy kiss. 

“Oh fuck,” the quintessence ghoul groans. Cirrus’ agile tongue swipes along the back of his teeth with the same precision as he jerks his dick, so toe-clenchingly thorough that he gets lost in it easily and willingly. Cirrus can sense it, as he does with everything, smiling against Aether’s lips when he starts unconsciously bucking into his fingers. He withdraws them, dragging the wet digits through his happy trail and up to his chest. 

“Thought you were gonna show me something,” he says softly. Smooths his hands over Aether’s broad pecs and pulls back to find a very flushed and swollen-lipped ghoul gazing back. His responding smile is wide and goofy. He nods and gives the tops of Cirrus’ thighs a quick squeeze before grabbing the strap again. 

“Gotta put it on first.” Aether motions for Cirrus to stand, holding the gear by the hip straps so he can step in easily. He wriggles it up so it sits in its proper place, cinching the straps nice and snug. He pats his flank with a grin. “There’s a lad. Suits you nicely, I think.” 

The air ghoul hums and smooths his fingers around the o-ring, snuggling the back of the toy against his clit with a sigh. He gives the silicone a few strokes out of habit, brushing the short hair from his eyes as he watches Aether give him a long, approving look. It’s familiar—routine thus far. But there’s still that certain glint in his eyes that reminds Cirrus otherwise. He slips between Aether’s thighs and into his welcoming arms, letting his big hands roam over his ass, his back, his stomach. Solid, strong palms that never fail to light up his nerves wherever they go. 

“So,” Cirrus prompts, arching his back slightly and wiggling his hips to make the toy cock wag back and forth, “what’s the secret, starlight?”

Aether chuckles. “You’ll see. Close your eyes for me.”

Cirrus does as he’s told, taking a long, even breath. He can feel Aether’s smile even with his eyes closed. The quint ghoul puts one hand on his lower back and one, presumably, around the toy, judging by the slight shift in pressure on his clit. He bites back a gasp, stifles the urge to shift his feet; he feels like he isn’t supposed to move, lest he interrupt what Aether is doing. 

“Deep breath for me,” he breathes, splaying his fingers across the span of Cirrus’ lower back. As he breathes in, the familiar prickle of magick starts at the base of his spine and seeps into his pelvis, looping around his hips and warming him further between his thighs. Cirrus groans appreciatively at the sensation and feels himself get a little bit wetter. 

“That’s it,” Aether comments, rubbing his back and pulling at the harness some. “Just a little bit more.”

And all at once something clicks, like a part of him being reconnected. Aether makes a satisfied noise and pulls the hand on the strap away quickly, and the one on Cirrus’ back more slowly. He feels the magick settle and fade, that heat retreating back into his core.

“Can I open my eyes now?” Cirrus asks.

“Yeah. Try it out.” 

He blinks his eyes open and gives Aether a confused trill. “Like, you want me to—?” Cirrus moves to climb back on top of him, but the quint ghoul stops him with a hand to his chest. 

“No, no. Try it,” he says again with a coy look. His hand floats down Cirrus’ torso, grazing over his dark happy trail. “Just give it a little squeeze,” Aether breathes. His own fingers visibly itching to do just that. But he pulls away, watching the air ghoul eagerly. 

Cirrus gives him a suspicious yet amused look, rubbing back and forth over the harness straps. “Okay,” he lilts, lifting a hand and wiggling his fingers. He slowly wraps an elegant hand around the toy and squeezes lightly. 

And is wholly unprepared for the sensation that he’s met with—let alone the noise that comes out of his mouth. 

“F-fuck,” Cirrus hisses. His fingers spring away from the strap as if burned, shaking slightly as they stay hovering around the silicone. He felt it. Lucifer, he felt it. He felt the touch of his hand as if the toy cock were his own flesh, phantom nerves tingling and begging for more sensation. Hard and real in the palm of his hand. Just like that. Cirrus can’t resist touching again; just the pad of his finger this time, circling around the smooth head like he would do to his own. The groan he lets out is nothing short of indecent, and he has to grasp Aether’s shoulder to keep his knees from buckling.

“That feel good, Cir?” Aether asks huskily. He wraps his hand around his own, guiding it up and down the shaft. “Feels just right, doesn’t it?”

“Oh Belial, Aethe—” he cuts off with a groan when he makes him squeeze the base. “Fuck, ‘m so wet.”

“Yeah?” Aether reaches between his legs, and immediately the sound of his fingers running through his folds is wet, creamy. He groans along with Cirrus. “Gods, you are.” He coats the toy with the slick he’s gathered, and Cirrus thinks he might faint from the feeling. 

“Shit. Shit.” He can’t help when his hand speeds up, jerking the toy—himself—in earnest. He sinks lower onto his forearm, still resting on Aether’s shoulder, and presses his forehead to the bigger ghoul’s. Completely lost in it, breath fanning hot and heavy over the other’s face. 

He’s definitely not going to get even close to sticking it in. 

Aether hums and caresses his face sweetly. “That’s a good boy, so pretty like this,” he compliments. 

Cirrus lets out a pathetic uh huh and keeps stroking. It’s not coordinated in the slightest, but it feels good. Gliding over the full length, twisting his hand around, rubbing at the tip with just his palm, bucking his hips into his fist; every little movement goes straight to his core, and he fleetingly thinks he may be ruined for any sexual encounters after this. 

And it’s definitely some unholy miracle he’s not dripping onto the floor by now. 

Cirrus shakes his head against Aether’s as the heat starts to build, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open. “‘M gonna cum,” he half laughs, half wheezes. “Fuck, please—”

“It’s alright, go on and cum if you need to,” Aether tells him. “Just like that, come on.”

“Oh.” The air ghoul’s legs shake, and he throbs. His hand speeds up, focusing on the top half of the toy, yet pushing on it so the base of the strap presses right on his clit. The combination is what sends him over the edge, pleasure cresting and crashing so suddenly it nearly sends him to the ground in front of Aether’s feet when he cums. 

“I’ve got you,” he grunts, holding Cirrus up by the armpits as he bucks and groans. He may as well be shooting actual cum out of the thing, it feels that real—pleasure extending from his pelvis all the way through to the very tip, pulsing in time to the contractions of his cunt as if the two were truly connected. 

“Fuck, love, you must feel so good,” Aether says, equally proud and incredulous. Cirrus keens. He misses the hunger in his eyes, though, his own still shut tight as the spasms subside and he comes down from the toe-curling high. Cirrus is rarely one to feel uncomfortable in the vessel he was given, but Satanas, the induced feeling of having a cock to pull at is nothing short of euphoric. 

“Oh wow,” Cirrus finally gasps when he can breathe again. “Fuck, that was—” His legs finally buckle underneath him, but Aether’s got him, pulling him into his lap before he can hit the ground in a dizzy heap. 

“There we are, c’mere,” the quint ghoul soothes as Cirrus groans into his shoulder. “Feeling good?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, totally boneless. 

Aether hums. Tugs him minutely closer. “Loved watching you like that,” he breathes into his hairline. Carefully, he loosens the harness straps at Cirrus’ hips, slipping the elastic through the hardware so it separates and slides gently off his body. “Did so well.”

Cirrus makes a disappointed noise as he melts fully into Aether’s lap. “Didn’t get to use it, though,” he says quietly. 

“Hush,” the quint ghoul tuts. “Plenty more opportunity for that.” He rubs up and down his back, and pleasant goosebumps rise in the wake of his hands. Cirrus makes a sated mm-hmm in agreement, fully wrapping his limbs around Aether’s body and using his weight to make him fall back onto the mattress. 

“Argh,” Aether huffs as the air ghoul lands on top of him. He chuckles as Cirrus sprawls out, nuzzling into the curve of his neck. “What was that for?”

“Loved watching me like that, hm?” he mumbles. Despite the hazy cloud of pleasure that’s settled in his brain, his hands still find it within themselves to touch and squeeze down Aether’s torso. Cirrus places a sloppy kiss to the quintessence ghoul’s jawline and is rewarded with a soft, lovely sound. “How much?”

Aether lets out a shaky breath. “So much,” he breathes. Cirrus’ hands find their way to his hips and grab, fingers digging into the fat as he scoots further down. “Cir—”

The air ghoul shoves at him to move up the bed. Makes himself a home between his thick thighs. He shoves his arms under Aether’s legs and puts his face right above where that fat clit stands hard and needy between his folds. Aether groans. 

Cirrus smiles and whispers: “Lemme hear how much.”

[itstimetoghoul]

Hello!! I just wondered if you had any Cirrus/Aether artworks around that you have somewhere? :3

Oh man I only have one right now and that's 'Squeeze' over HERE! The post links to the full uncensored artwork and fic I wrote for it c: It's part of my "Cirrus and Dew Circling Each Other with Obvious Boners" series on A03 and is an example pairing that foils or is exacerbated by Dew and Cirrus's relationship.

This isn't mine or even artwork but here's some on stage Aether and Cirrus being cute together. The size diff is also very inspiring!

[iamthecomet]

Comet I am addicted to your ficlets. Is there a 3 step program for this?

Anyways... what do you think of Cirrus bottoming for Aether with a praise kink and bondage during which she's deep into subspace and then tender moments bringing her out of it with amazing aftercare?

I'm sorry I've been sitting on this for so long. But it's HERE NOW. We do NOT see enough sub Cirrus, that's for sure.

Cirrus doesn't drop easily. And not for very many people. Cumulus can get her go to down. She'll kneel for her with ease, obey, worship, give her anything she asks for. But she doesn't always get deep, doesn't always forget herself. She rarely feels the singular focus to please, to do good. So when she really needs to disappear from her own brain, she goes to Aether. He's the only ghoul knows how to get her here. Who she trusts to do it right and take care of her. She can let go around him, her carefully curated control finally let lose from her usually white knuckled grip. The ache in her knees and thighs from kneeling on Aether's floor for so long has finally started to fade into the background. Her arms are tied behind her back, forearms laddered together with pale blue rope. The position pins her shoulders back, sticks out her chest. The ropes dig into her skin, her shoulders hurt. But it's good. She likes it. Needs it even.

Her face is pressed against Aether's bare thigh. The head of his cock rests at the back of her tongue. Far enough in for her mouth to be full, not far enough for her to gag on it. She doesn't know how long she's been here. She lost track of time a while ago. Her mind has been blissfully empty for a while. Aether's been playing with her hair for a while, his fingers stroking absently against her scalp through her dark hair. Working out knots, dragging her deeper. "You're so good for me, so patient." Aether purrs. Cirrus feels something in her chest warm, swell. She'd preen if she had the range of movement to do it. She closes her eyes, listens to Aether's steady breath. She swallows a mouth full of spit and he makes a small noise, his hand tightening incrementally in her hair. He won't let her cockwarm him much longer, she can tell by the tension in his thighs, the weight of his breath. "Hands?" Aether asks.

Cirrus wiggles her fingers, does a hand check on muscle memory. She shifts her head to look up at him, awaiting instruction about how she can tell him that she's good. He tugs at her hair, pulling her off of his cock. It's flushed and shiny. She whines at the loss as he pulls out of her mouth. "''M green," she whispers, and then, without instruction, sinks her mouth back down on his cock. She sighs when the heady, salt musk of him settles back on her tongue. He groans.

"Cir--" She doesn't let him finish his thought, swirls her tongue, bobs her head. Let's the rhythm of it drain the rest of her thoughts from her mind. She is nothing but this task. She focuses on the taste of him, on the steady drool of pre on her tongue. His hand tightens in her hair. She lets the broken noises he makes soothe her, the hitch of his breathing as she swirls her tongue over the head. It doesn't take long for him to cum, hips twitching up as he spills into her mouth and down her throat. She swallows greedily, sucking him into over stimulation to make sure she gets it all. He hisses and pulls back. Petting his hand over her hair. He doesn't give himself time to come down. He stands, coming behind her to untie her. Once she's free he gathers her into his arms and pulls her onto the bed with him. He nuzzles against her hair, whispering praises as she sinks into his embrace. One hand drags down her side, over the curve of her hip, between her legs to find her slick and swollen. It doesn't take her long either. He rubs firm quick strokes over her clit and it's a matter of minutes before she's bowing off the bed and whining in his arms. She buries her face in his neck as she cums. She breaths him in, he smells like home. He smooth his hand over her shaking thighs, up over her stomach, her ribs, to curl around her back and hold her closer. She doesn't hear many of his words, she never does like this. They land and float away as she slowly comes back. But she can hear the reverence in them, knows he's telling her how good she is. How well she always takes him. He rolls her over, curling around her back, digging this thumbs into her shoulders to try to rub the ache away before it comes back. He presses soft kisses along the side of her neck, over her shoulder. She lets herself drift, lets the afterglow tug at her. It takes her a long time to come back. It always does. By then Aether's moved on from rubbing her back to massaging one of her aching thighs. She sighs happily, leaning her body back against him, melting into the softness of his body. "You with me?" Aether asks, kissing her temple. She nods. "Yeah. Thanks, Aeth." She can feel his smile against the side of her face. "Any time, Cir. I'm always happy to help."

[denimpera]

Hi Den, imma ask for "does that hurt? good." With Trans!Cirrus and Trans!Aefer cause teehee 🤭

anything for the dykes 🫡

transmasc cirrus, transfem aether, mean aether, cunt slapping, mommy kink. could once again read as dubcon near the end. capitalised. enjoy <3

Aether hums as she drags her fingers down Cirrus’ spine lightly, smiling softly at the shiver he lets out when she circles her index finger over one of his ruddy asscheeks, waiting for the next strike.

It doesn't come, she keeps drawing patterns on his cheeks; alternating every now and then, just to mess with his head, keep him on edge. She hums a soft tune to herself as she trails her hand back up Cirrus’ spine, sliding her fingers through his shaggy hair, chuckling lightly when he tenses. She knows he’s expecting her to grab his hair in a harsh grip and pull his head up from where he’s mushed his cheek into the sheets under them. She doesn't, just because he’s expecting it.

Instead, she brings her other hand up from the bed and slides it between his thighs, blunt nails causing goosebumps to form until she crooks two of her fingers and buries them into his cunt with no warning.

He cries out, arching his back sharply, picking his head up off of the mattress to suck in greedy gasps of air as Aether pumps her fingers in and out of him. She keeps a slow pace, but the poor things been teased for so long the direct stimulation after hours of nothing makes the knot in his gut twist tight embarrassingly fast.

Aether gently coaxes his head back down to the mattress, softly guiding until his cheek is against the sheets and drool pools at the side of his mouth. She plunges her fingers deeper, scissoring them ever so slightly when they're in as deep as they'll go, and coos at the breathless moan Cirrus lets out. She misses his sweet spot intentionally, petting up instead of down and Cirrus whines, uses the small leverage of his feet against the carpet to rock down against Aether’s thigh, moaning when he rolls his hips just right and his clit slides against the top of her thigh.

Aether stops moving her fingers and lets him go for a minute. Lets him drive himself to the edge using her thigh and still fingers, watches his ass and thighs tense as he gets close.

She pulls her fingers free, then, tsking at the sad little noise he lets out. She loosens her hand from his hair and brings them both to his waist, flipping him over on her lap. She brushes the sweat-stuck hair from his forehead and coos down at him, wipes his spit slick bottom lip with her thumb.

“Did you forget our rule, nimbus?” she lilts, tucking Cirrus’ hair behind his ear while his eyes widen. Aether laughs softly, “You did. Got too stupid on mommy’s fingers, baby?”

Cirrus gulps, nodding minutely as Aether continues to play with the wispy strands of hair at his temple. Aether’s eyes are soft but her tone is cold, even. “Answer me, boy.”

Cirrus splutters, “Y-yes, mommy.”

Aether stops playing with his hair. “Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, I got too s-stupid on your… On your fingers, moved when I shouldn't have, I'm sorry, mommy-” he rushes out, moving his hand up to hold Aether's wrist but deciding against it. Aether coos.

“Shh, sweet boy.” Aether leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, rubbing her thumb along his cheekbone. She moves that hand down, letting her fingers linger around Cirrus’ throat before they dip down the valley of his chest, making sure to avoid the tape at either side of his chest. She slides her hand down his stomach until it comes to rest at his cunt. She cups her hand briefly, palming at his clit before she draws her hand back.

She brings it down quickly, a wet slap echoing throughout the room. Cirrus squeals, squeezing his thighs together, both hands rushing to grab at Aether's wrist before she can smack him again. He lets out a weak little sob, unable to even speak.

“Hands at your sides, my little wisp.” she waits for him to obey, patient. It’s at least a minute until he removes his shaky hands from her wrist, letting them hang limp at his sides. Aether palms his cunt again, fingers sliding through wet folds to pet at his hole, purring in sympathy when he jumps at the slide of Aether's thumb circling his clit. “Aw, does that hurt?”

Cirrus nods miserably, letting out a warbling moan when Aether plunges her fingers back into his cunt. He lolls his head to the side, the drool in his mouth finally spilling over and running down his cheek onto Aether’s thigh. “Good. I'm nowhere near done with you yet, little cloud.”

Cirrus cries, wriggling on Aether’s lap. The hard cock pressing into his side only confirms Aether's declaration.

He’s in for a long night.

[bonesy-doodles]

And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333

[frontalgarf]

Rushed ghost fanart because I NEEDED to get something out to celebrate rite here rite now (btw saw the movie it was incredible I loved it it was soooooo so sososososo silly)

[bonncy]

photocards of the demon cats

[the-pigeon-queen]

realizations

so anyway I've been trying to decide on my designs the ghouls

[nastylittleghouls]

a clever tongue a dirty mind a playful heart a loving soul

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober #14: Suits/Uniforms

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Aether/Cirrus

Summary: Aether wants to help Cirrus burn off some adrenaline post-Ritual.

Contains: fingering, clothed sex, and Prequelle uniforms bc ohh boy as much as I love the Era V uniforms, the Era IV ones are hot as hell

Read under the cut or on AO3!

They break off in pairs and groups of threes after the Ritual, ducking into dressing rooms and alcoves. The adrenaline runs high, eyes glinting behind glamours and if they weren't carefully disguised away, tails would be lashing teasingly behind them.

Aether grabs Cirrus's hand, shooting her a questioning look through his chrome mask. She tilts her head and smiles under her balaclava, letting Aether lead her by the hand into the nearest dressing room. He shuts and locks the door, turning to the ghoulette and unlatching her mask.

"I can't get over how good you look in this uniform, love," Aether hums, setting her mask down on the table. She pulls down her balaclava, taking a deep breath and wiping her mouth.

"Fuck, still not used to breathing in that," she says, pressing her back against the wall, her head thudding back as she shuts her eyes.

"You could have fooled me," Aether says, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles of her hand that he's still holding. "You do such a good job every night, I swear you could have been doing this as long as me."

Cirrus's cheeks flush, the human glamour beginning to fade, revealing shale grey skin, darker at her cheekbones and tips of her pointed ears. "Thank you, Aether," she hums, chest still heaving as the adrenaline fades. "Means a lot."

Aether licks his bottom lip, smearing the remaining grease paint. "You wanna burn off some adrenaline, or do you wanna wait for the hotel?" He asks, staring at her with violet eyes, pupils starting to blow.

Cirrus chuckles, slumping back against the dressing room wall. "I'm dead on my feet, Aeth," she laughs, "I don't know how you could be ready to go."

He smiles at her, sinking to his knees at her feet. "I've been doing this a bit longer than you, dearheart," he says. "You did such a good job out there, and you looked so good doing it. May I reward you, Cirr, make you feel good? I wouldn't ask you to return the favor."

She tilts her head as he gets to his knees. "Aether," she whispers, pressing her back against the cinderblock wall. "Please."

He smiles brightly up at her, reaching up for her suspenders. "We'll get you off quick, so we can get to the bus and get you to bed, huh, dearheart?"

She nods as Aether unclips her suspenders, reaching for the button of her sweat soaked jeans. Aether pulls the zipper down, not breaking eye contact with her the entire time. "I got you, dearheart, let me make you feel good."

Aether reverently pulls down her jeans past her hips, hooking his fingers into the elastic of her black panties. She nods, and he pulls her panties down, revealing a patch of dark, well-groomed curls. Aether groans, glancing back up at her face. He's still completely dressed in his concert blacks, chrome mask still covering most of his face.

Cirrus moans low in her throat, head bumping against the wall as Aether's thick fingers begin petting over her clit. "Aeth," she sighs, eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah, dearheart, just relax for me," he says, nudging his hand further between her thighs, her pants and underwear pulled down just enough to give him access to her core. He slips his fingers between her folds, nudging two inside of her.

She sinks her unglamoured fangs into her lip, and tries to reach down to hold on to something, his mohawk, but her hands bump into his masked face. She wraps her tired fingers around the chrome horns, whining as he gently thrusts into her.

"That's it," he hums, leaning forward and pressing a kiss just above her curls. It leaves a dark stain of grease paint, and he groans at the sight.

Cirrus pries her eyes open, staring down at him as he fingers her. "Fuck, Aeth, shit," she whispers, hips grinding against his hand.

"So beautiful, dearheart," Aether coos, fingering her like he hasn't spent the evening putting his all into playing guitar. His knuckles probably ache, and Cirrus can't help but feel guilty. "Hey," Aether gently interrupts. "I can practically hear your thoughts, Cirr. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't have offered. Besides, I like watching you like this, all dressed up and feeling good."

Cirrus groans, bucking her hips against his fingers. She can't really read his expression, him still being masked, but her face is on clear display, and in the time she's known him, Aether is excellent at reading people. "Fuck me, please," she breathes, giving in to the pleasure he's giving her.

He chuckles, kissing her hipbone and leaving another black smudge. "Maybe at the hotel, dearheart, let's just focus on this right now." He swipes his thumb over her clit, watching her expression morph as he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Cirrus keens, head slamming against the wall, but the dull pain is nothing compared to the bright pleasure coursing through her. "Right there, cosmos, fuck, please, right there!" She cries out, trying to spread her legs further, to get him deeper, but her dress pants restrict her movement, and she grinds helplessly onto his fingers.

"Of course, dearheart, I'm not gonna stop," Aether reassures her, staring up at her from his knees. "I've got you, pretty girl."

She gasps as he presses into a sensitive spot, back arching off of the wall. "Fuck!" she shrieks, one of her hands flying up to cover her mouth as she cums without warning. Her cunt clenches around Aether's fingers, soaking him up to the wrist with her slick.

He coos, working her through it until she whines, pulling his hand away from her sensitive core. "So good, Cirr," he hums, licking his fingers clean. "How you feeling, baby?"

She sighs, body trembling slightly, her stomach flipping as she watches him. "Good, cosmos. Really good," she whispers, slumping back against the wall. "Who are you rooming with at the hotel, again?"

Aether laughs, groaning softly as he clambers back to his feet. He pulls her into a kiss, carefully avoiding the edges of his mask. "I was rooming with Dew, but I'll send him to Mountain for tonight, dearheart."

Cirrus grins, her lips smeared with Aether's grease paint. "Let me return the favor, Aether."

He grins, carefully setting her mask back over her face. "That sounds like a plan."

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