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Mushy May - Day 12 : First Time

Cirrus loves to show new summons around, and especially in bed, which Aurora enjoys very much as well 💦 Full version HERE!

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! 💋

[iamthecomet]

Lavender

[Kinktober - Day Eight - Edging/Bondage] Rating: Explicit Pairing: Cirrus/Aurora Featuring: Bondage, rope bondage, Cirrus character development, Aurora is so pretty, Cirrus is unreal, vaginal fingering, light dom/sub. WOMEN. Word Count: ~1.3k

Cirrus ties Aurora up, what more do you need to know?

Read on AO3 or under the cut.

The way the rope bites into Aurora’s thighs is sinful. Decadent. Cirrus stands back, admires the extent of her work. She learned how to tie a long time ago–Omega taught her. But she’s never quite been able to get over this part–the final reveal. When every knot is tied and she can finally see her own handy work laid out before her. 

Pale purple rope laddering up Aurora’s arms. Looped around her thighs. Each limb anchored to the bed. Thighs kept spread–just in case she feels like hiding. 

Cirrus knows that part is pointless–Aurora loves to be on display. Is acutely aware of how pretty she is. She seems at ease now. Leaning into the ropes. Working with them instead of fighting against them. Aurora reminds Cirrus of Rain in this way–Mist too. Must be a water ghoul thing. This ability to look like everything has been orchestrated by them even when they’re the ones who are tied up.

Like they are in charge when they are very clearly not. There’s no worry in Aurora’s eyes. No stress. She’s looking at Cirrus like she’s the one who’s just been trussed up to the bed. 

Cirrus watches her. Watches her chest move with each breath. Rope looped around her ribs, just over sensitive gills. Just under Aurora’s breasts. Nipples pebbled already, adorned with shimmering purple barbells–to match the rope. 

That feels like Cumulus’ doing. She has the uncanny ability of inserting herself into scenes even when she isn’t here. The thought of her helping Aurora change out the jewelry makes Cirrus’ stomach twist deliciously. 

Cirrus could text her. Tell her to come over and demonstrate. Could just sit back and watch the two of them play together. Both of them are decadence in the highest form. But she won’t. Not yet. Cumulus said she was busy with Dewdrop, and Cirrus is feeling selfish. 

She wants this indulgence all to herself. 

Aurora wiggles her fingers, flexes them against the tie. Cirrus stands at the foot of the bed and watches her adjust. Still not fighting, but trying to find the best place to settle in. Aurora’s eyes never leave Cirrus’ face as she does it. She’s quiet, waiting for instruction. 

“Comfortable?” Cirrus asks. Aurora nods. “It’s so soft.” 

Cirrus gets closer. Climbing up onto the bed to kneel in front of Aurora’s naked form. Settling between her legs.  Aurora leans forward to try to kiss her, lips pursed for a chaste peck, but finds herself stopped short. The rope anchoring her to the bed halts her centimeters away from her prize. 

Aurora whines, the first break in her armor and Cirrus smiles. She reaches up, drags her fingers over the curve of Aurora’s cheekbone. Pushing a strand of soft, silvery, hair behind Aurora’s ear. She knows her grin is a little too wide–wolfish. She can’t help it. 

Aurora leans forward, lets the rope hold her up, suspended. She looks at Cirrus with wide eyes, innocent, pleading. Eyes that work on others. Eyes that melt Swiss’ resolve like nothing. But they don’t work on Cirrus. Cirrus has seen it all before. Ifrit’s puppy dog eyes. Cumulus’ pout. She is ironclad. 

She lets her hands wander. It’s easy with Aurora tied up like this. She can do whatever she wants. Touch as slow as she needs. She cups one of Aurora’s little tits in her hand, thumbs over the nipple. She takes the barbell between her fingers and tugs until Aurora makes a sound. Barely a hiccup. 

Cirrus traces the edges of the rope. Runs her fingers over Aurora’s gills. As dainty as the rest of her. Translucent and papery. They constrict beneath Cirrus’ fingers. She thinks about pushing in. Wonders what kind of noises Aurora will make if she does. If she drags blunt nails over the most delicate parts of Aurora’s body. 

She saves that for later. Stashes it in her arsenal for when Aurora is desperate. Begging. Pleading for something anything. 

Cirrus keeps on her careful exploration. Aurora watches her the whole time. Tilting her head down to watch how Cirrus touches her. Cirrus is gentle, feather light fingers. Barely touching even as Aurora tries to arch into her hand. 

When she dips her fingers between Aurora’s legs she finds warm slippery skin. Velvet soft and so wet already. Aurora lets out a little gasp when Cirrus drags her fingers along either side of her already swollen clit. 

“You’re dripping on my duvet,” Cirrus says. She catches Aurora’s clit between the V of her fingers. Strokes each side of it. 

Aurora’s eyes flutter closed. She makes a sweet little noise that makes Cirrus throb. She’s already soaked through her panties. Knows that if she reached between her own legs she’d find her jeans damp. She does her best not to think about it. Not to squeeze her thighs together. Unaffected, despite the way her clit twitches when Aurora whines. 

Cirrus uses her free hand to tweak one of Aurora’s nipples. The coordinated attack as Aurora pulling against her bonds in an attempt to get closer. 

“Please, Cir.” 

“Please what?” 

“Just let me kiss you.” 

Cirrus shouldn’t indulge her. If she was as ironclad as she says she is, she wouldn’t. Instead she closes the gap. Meets Aurora at the edge of her rope. She kisses her. Just the ghost of her lips over the smaller ghoulettes. Chaste. Barely anything before she’s settling back down onto her heels. Aurora whimpers, it’s almost a sob. 

Desperate already. Cirrus doesn’t get off on anything quite like this. Like watching her subs get exactly what they want–but still act like it isn’t enough. 

“That isn’t what–I want a real kiss,” Aurora pouts. Cirrus ignores it. 

“Should have been more specific.”

Cirrus slips her finger through Aurora’s folds. Mouth watering when she finds her wet, and open. She sinks two fingers in with ease and Aurora sighs in relief. Head tipping back as Cirrus works her fingers deeper, fits her thumb over her clit. 

She only gives Aurora one more moment of gentleness. Then she grinds her fingers deep. Finds that spongey spot inside that makes Aurora keen. She hits it hard, pumping her fingers in and out, curling against it. Thumb working in tandem. Until Aurora is wailing. Hips twitching. Thighs tensing. 

Aurora is easy. Cirrus can’t get enough of it. It is nearly effortless to get her this close. Cirrus almost envies it. The way Aurora sinks into pleasure like a hot bath. It makes this game so easy. Aurora is used to getting exactly what she wants. 

Cirrus is very well-versed in giving everyone exactly what they need. 

Aurora is almost there when Cirrus pulls back. Leans further back on her haunches. Pulls her hands away milliseconds before Aurora is about to cum. Aurora twitches, whimpers. Body still chasing an orgasm it can’t get. Cirrus watches her fight through it. Breath hitching, body rebelling. She sucks her slick fingers into her mouth as she does. Tasting salt and musk and seawater. 

There are tears shining in Aurora’s eyes when she finally looks at Cirrus again. Her mouth slack, body swaying against the ropes.

“Should take a picture of you like this,” Cirrus muses. She almost does it. Almost sends it to Swiss. She would if she didn’t think he’d be here in ten seconds and ruin all her fun. “Pretty.” 

Aurora preens at that. Not fucked quite as dumb as Cirrus wants. Not yet, anyway. Cirrus slips her fingers back between Aurora’s slick folds and tells herself that they still have plenty of time. 

[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

[oranpo]

📽🎞IT'S GHOVIE DAY! 📽🎞

Here we have everyone gathered to enjoy themselves and their participation in the movie, as well as the previous Papas being overjoyed for their brother's debut!🖤 You can see the love oozing from them

To anyone going to see the Ghovie in LA - I will be giving little mini prints of this illustration, so see you then! :' )

And to everyone, tag your spoilers and have a lot fun!🖤

[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

[robboyblunder]

A stale one at that.

(ID in ALT text!)

EDIT: Check out part two here

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Bugs🪲🖤

[mebbrrr]

wanted to get this out before i saw the ghovie and i SUCCEEDED!!!!

GHARTISTS FOR PALESTINE

[forlorn-crows]

for ghoulette prompts, maybe cirrus or mist teaching new summon! aurora how to kiss?

happy valentines day btw <3

well this ended up as more dialogue than kissing. oops.

just cirrus and aurora spending time together and getting used to each other. aurora is equal parts nervous and eager, but she's also very, well, aurora about it haha

slice of life fluff. enjoy xx

“Why me?” Cirrus asks, twirling a stark white strand between her fingers.

“I dunno,” Aurora says. “You’re quiet. Safe. Some of the others can be . . .”

“A lot?” The taller ghoulette offers with a smile. 

Aurora nods, a little color rising to her cheeks. She looks down at her lap. “Not that I haven’t, you know, thought about it,” she mumbles.

“Oh?” Cirrus drops the lock of hair, placing her hand warmly on Aurora’s shoulder instead. “What have you thought about?”

The question gets her squirming. She quickly shoves her hands between her knees to keep from wringing them and laughs nervously. “I guess. How you all look and sound when you—” She rolls her eyes. Shakes her head at what she’s about to say. “—when you do it.” She mocks her inferior replacement phrase for ‘kissing’ and its underlying innuendo. 

“Anyone in particular?”

Aurora furrows her brow, her face growing pinker. “Sometimes Swiss looks at me like I’m food and I . . . like it?” 

Cirrus snorts. “Been there. His excuse is always ‘I like looking at pretty things,’ but I think he forgets he looks a bit like a predator when he does it.” 

They share a giggle, and it’s nice. Cirrus’ hand is warm on her arm and her eyes are kind, patient. There’s an air about her that makes her feel like she could sit beside her in silence all afternoon and still feel comfortable—even though Aurora’s heart feels like it might sprout wings and flutter out of her chest. Despite the waves of anxiety Cirrus must be able to feel rolling off of her, the older ghoulette remains unbothered and unhurried. And Lucifer is she silently thankful for that. 

“You think Swiss thinks I’m pretty?” she asks in a small voice a few moments later. 

“Aurora,” Cirrus lilts, voice going a little deeper. “I know he does.” She shifts her leg closer until their thighs touch, yet still leaving plenty of space between them. A shiver runs down Aurora’s spine at the tiny point of contact. Mood shifting instantly to something more enticing, a shift she’s been waiting, itching, to feel for herself.

“Do you?”

Cirrus smiles. “Do I what?” 

She pouts, but she can feel how it fails. “Do you think I’m pretty, Cirrus?”

“Of course, I think you’re very pretty,” she answers easily. “I assume the feeling is mutual?”

The smaller ghoulette nods quickly. “So pretty. I mean, everyone’s pretty—I mean, but you’re, you know—”

Cirrus shushes her gently and pulls her closer by the waist, causing Aurora to let out an inelegant squawk. She’s pressed against her side now, Cirrus’ arms wrapped around her torso lazily and their faces much, much closer than before. A little breeze whips around them both, smells of fresh autumn leaves and crisp hydrangea wafting around, laced with something darker, almost smokey. 

“How about we start our lesson, cute thing?” she says softly. “Or you can keep complimenting me.” Cirrus offers her a wink, tossing her raven black hair over her shoulder. “Either is good.” 

“The kissing, please,” Aurora blurts out before she can scurry away in embarrassment. She never imagined she’d be this skittish once they got down to it. But now that Cirrus is so close—tall, dark, gorgeous Cirrus—her face is over-warm, and she just doesn’t know what to do with her hands. Or the rest of her body, for that matter. 

“Nothing to be nervous about, I promise.” She pats her knee before unwedging her hands from between her legs. Cirrus holds them in both of her own, making soothing circles with her thumbs and offering her another gentle smile. “We’ve all been there. And you don’t have to worry about ‘getting it right’ or impressing me. Just follow my lead.” 

And closer she gets, bringing her elegant hands up to cup the side of her face and making those same soothing motions with her thumbs along the tops of Aurora’s cheekbones. The smaller ghoulette’s breath hitches in her throat. She thinks she’s nodding yes, she doesn’t know. All she can see, smell, feel is Cirrus, and suddenly she’s eager to learn. 

“Do you trust me?” She whispers, mouth inches away from Aurora’s and dark blue eyes searching her bright cotton-candy ones. Those same eyes dart down to her lips, as quick as a hummingbird’s wings, before meeting her gaze once more.

Aurora swallows, belly flipping in anticipation. Heat curling in places she hasn’t yet explored.

“Yes,” she breathes. Lashes fluttering over her cheeks before Cirrus even starts to lean in. 

The breath of Cirrus’ huffed laugh fans over her face, and then her lips press against her own, soft and chaste. It’s just a soft brush, no real heat behind it. But before Aurora can form any kind of protest, Cirrus is kissing her again, a series of the same, feather-light touches that make a delightful noise each time they part. 

“Thas’ nice,” Aurora mumbles against her lips.

“Good,” Cirrus whispers in reply, smiling slightly and shifting her hands to cradle the back of her neck. The action sends a tingle across her shoulders, mouth inadvertently dropping open in a soft oh. Cirrus uses that to her advantage, tilting her head ever so and turning the kiss from sweet into something deeper, more romantic. Lips actually slotting together, molding to each other. The slight change makes Aurora grab hold of her shirt, hungry to have her even closer. Hungry to kiss her back, albeit sloppily, just barely stopping herself from accidentally putting a fang through Cirrus’ lip as she scrambles into her lap. 

“Hey,” she laughs, pulling away. “Hold on, baby.” 

“What,” Aurora asks breathlessly, cheeks flushed and lips already puffy and spit-slicked. 

“Take it slow,” Cirrus soothes. “There’s no rush.”

“Oh.” She looks away, tail tucking between Cirrus’ spread knees. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” she assures. “Nothing wrong with being eager, either.” She touches the pad of a finger to the tip of one of Aurora’s tiny fangs, smiling when she visibly restrains herself from moving. Aurora knows they’re sharp. Nicked her own skin one too many times in her first few weeks topside. She just wanted more, and frankly, now she’s a little mad at her own body for getting in the way of that. 

“But you have to watch these, baby,” Cirrus tells her softly. 

Aurora nods once she removes her finger. “Can we try again?”

“What kind of teacher would I be if I failed you for making a mistake?”

“Uh . . . a bad one?”

Cirrus laughs then, pulling Aurora close and nuzzling into her neck. She presses a kiss there, enthusiastic and playfully over the top, rubbing her nose along the ends of her hair until the smaller ghoulette giggles and swats her away. 

“Come here. Let's start again.” 

[namelessdumbass]

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride Month🏳️‍🌈

[icyblueroses]

Papa IV and the Nameless Ghouls

A gift for @everyonesidolrose ✨

[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.

[spillwaysofyoursoul]

Ghouls bonding with each other will never not be special to me.

[huntersghouls]

In Which The Ghang Would Like To Remind You That All Colors Are Beautiful