#aurora/cumulus

[iamthecomet]

Comet, I love your writing almost as much as I love w o m e n.

That said, y'know what I feel like we're missing?

Scissoring/tribbing content.

I, personally, need the ghoulettes to rub their junk together IMMEDIATELY! *slams fist on desk*

HAPPY FEMSLASH FEBRUARY!!! (I knew I saved this ask for literal months for a reason). Almost 1k of Cumulus/Aurora scissoring. Because W O M E N.

Cumulus is breathless. Cheeks flushed dark, sweat beading on her temples. Her usually immaculate curls are a mess of frizz and sweat. She’s bathed in warm early morning light. Spread out like a meal on top of her plush comforter. Sunlight catching in the gauzy canopy above them, diffusing the light over her face. Aurora might think she was angelic if that wasn’t so blasphemous. 

Just looking at her like this takes Aurora’s breath away. She pauses, tongue pressed against Cumulus’ clit, feeling it twitch against her. She can’t take it anymore. She needs more. 

She pulls herself up from between Lus’ legs. Wiping her slick lips off on the back of her hand as she surges up. Slotting herself between Cumulus’ thighs, chests pressed together, so Aurora can kiss her. Can lick past her plush lips that still taste like her lavender chapstick. So she can feed Cumulus the taste of herself and feel the way the air ghoulette melts beneath her. 

Cumulus always likes to take things slow, but Aurora doesn’t want to slow down. Doesn’t know how. She laces her fingers into Cumulus’ sweaty curls and kisses her in a way that demands. Teeth dragging over Lus’ lips, consuming. Aurora presses against her like she wants to crawl inside of Cumulus’ skin. Cumulus holds her close. Dragging a warm hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass. She hitches Aurora up a little, enough that Aurora’s thigh brushes against the slick heat of Cumulus’ cunt. 

Aurora pulls back, breathless, lips swollen. Dizzy. The taste of Cumulus still on her tongue. 

“More,” she whispers. Fingers clenching in Lus’ curls. Trying to keep the whine out of her voice. She doesn’t need to beg, Lus won’t make her. But it’s hard not to sometimes, when she wants so much, so fast, so desperately. 

“I know, little bird,” Cumulus says, shifting, pushing herself further up the bed. Reaching her free hand up to cradle Aurora’s face. Thumb stroking over a warm cheekbone. Aurora knows how she must look. Hair mused, eyes glassy already. She hasn’t even been touched yet. Just drooling slick onto Cumulus quilt while she ate her out. Willing herself not to sneak a hand down to rub at her own clit while Cumulus writhed on her tongue. 

But she’s been good. She aches with it. She doesn’t know what she wants or how to ask for it, she just knows she wants to be close. She wants everything. 

Cumulus guides her, settling Aurora back so she’s sitting on the bed between Lus’ legs again. Cumulus hooks a leg over one of Aurora’s hips, presses her foot into the meat of her ass and pulls, urging her forwad. 

“Lean back, baby. Spread your legs.” 

Aurora listens. She’s watched this before. Seen Mist and Sunshine fuck like this, Cirrus and Cumulus too. But she hasn’t done it–hasn’t known how to ask. She inches herself forward, leans back on her hands. 

The first slide catches her clit right against Cumulus’ and she could sob. Head tipping back as Cumulus guides their rhythm. An easy languid glide, that makes every nerve in Aurora’s body light on fire. She presses forward, looks for more, rolls her hips in a counter rhythm. She bites her lip to keep from whining too loudly. Her eyes flutter closed, but as soon as they do Cumulus’ hand is on her face again, fingers tapping against her cheekbone. “Open your eyes, little bird, watch.” 

Aurora can’t help but obey, eyes flicking open to stare at Cumulus’ face, her lips parted, breath coming in uneven pants. She lets her eyes fall, over Cumulus’ tits, swaying with each slow grind, and then further to the space they’re connected. Watching her clit slide through Cumulus’ folds. Gasping as Cumulus shifts just a little and they slot against each other. 

“I need–”Aurora pants. She digs her fingers into the bed. It’s not enough.The slow languid glide is decadent but not enough. 

Cumulus dips her thumb between Aurora’s parted lips, hooks it behind her bottom teeth. Aurora looks at her, meets her gaze against the line of their bodies. Sweaty and pleasured flushed. Aurora’s thighs shake, she shudders with each pass. Desperate, sanity slipping through her fingers as Cumulus holds her head in place. 

“Take whatever you need, no one’s stopping you.” 

Permission granted. Aurora groans. She presses into her hands and fucks against Cumulus the way she really wants to. Quick humps that grind their clits together. Pressing hers against Cumulus’ pubic bone and chasing the spark of pleasure building at the base of her spine. 

It’s quick. It’s always quick once Aurora gets going. She can’t help it. Be it how new she is to this body, this pleasure, or just the way she’s built, it’s always like this. She cannot prolong her own pleasure–not when she’s allowed to chase it. 

She cums with a shout, elbows nearly giving out. Clit twitching hard against the warm slick of Cumulus’ folds. She’s lost in it. In this feeling of being so close, so consumed. Cumulus pulls her thumb from Aurora’s mouth, smears drool across her cheekbone. Aurora catches her breath, vision clearing. She starts to shift, but Cumulus stops her with a hand on her thigh. 

“Don’t move.” 

Aurora looks at her, brow furrowed. She’d planned to throw Cumulus’ legs over her shoulders, to suck her clit into her mouth and make her cum so hard she cried. Cumulus smiles at her, too sweet to be entirely innocent. 

“It’s my turn,” Cumulus rolls her hips, Aurora twitches with overstimulation, thighs shuddering. “Let me use you.”

[forlorn-crows]

Crowieeeeee babyyyyyyyyyyyy

I am thinking of WOMEN

Cumulus and Aurora. Mutual masturbation.

Do what you will >:)

lets hear it for the LADIESSSS

"Fuck, 'Lus," Aurora gasps. Cumulus snaps her gaze up to her face, biting back a moan when she sees how desperate she is. Her white short-cut hair bounces with her rabbit-quick thrusts on the vibe strapped on the pillow between her legs, little fangs poking out of the determined line of her mouth. Aurora tosses her head back, exposing the flush on her throat. 

“Close, love?” Cumulus asks. Her own fingers swirl lazily around her own clit, teasing, working herself up slowly—especially in comparison to the smaller ghoulette in front of her. 

“Yes,” she groans. She swipes her cunt rapidly up and down the head of the wand.

“You’re such a greedy little girl,” Cumulus comments. Aurora’s already cum twice, heated and in quick succession.

“Can’t help it,” she chokes out. “You’re so hot.” Cumulus sure she is, spread across the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed, long curls cascading, haloing out behind her face, legs spread wide for ample viewing. 

“Could say the exact same about you, sweet thing. Bet you feel so good, hm?”

Aurora jolts, her thrusts becoming erratic. “Lucifer, ‘m gonna cum,” she grits out. She clicks the button with a manicured thumb, ratcheting up the intensity. “Yes, oh, yesyesyes. Fucking mommy oh fu—” She doubles over onto herself, shouting as her third orgasm shoots through her, slick squirting onto the pillow and the sheets. 

“Unholy shit,” Cumulus whines, dipping her own hand between her folds. Her other hand gropes at her chest, squeezing a pert nipple between her fingers. 

Aurora perks up mere ten seconds later with a satisfied grin, panting hard. Cumulus gives her an amused look and shakes her head in disbelief.

“‘Mommy’?” she teases.

“Stooopp,” Aurora whines. There’s a smirk on her face though, a mischievous little glint to her eye. And still, her little hips are moving. “‘Lus, you are so mommy, come on.”

“Maybe,” she muses. “Come here, my insatiable little girl.” Cumulus pats the thigh closest to the other ghoulette. “Would you ride my thigh?” she asks sweetly. “Want you closer.”

“Uh, duh.” She clicks off the vibe and tosses the pillow aside. “Ugh, look at you, ‘Lus. You’re so pretty,” she whines again, straddling her leg. 

“You’re so pretty,” Cumulus coos.

“Don’t mock me, you gorgeous, rotten thing,” Aurora huffs jokingly. 

“Fine, I’ll be quiet once you start riding my thigh.”

Aurora’s grin grows so wide. “Done.” She settles onto her leg, sighing when her wet cunt meets slightly chilled flesh. She runs her pretty hands down her body, putting on a purposeful show before bracing one hand on Cumulus’ hip and nestling the other just above her clit. 

And then she moves. Grinds down into the meat of Cumulus’ thigh and moans at the friction.

Cumulus drops her head back onto the pillows with a groan. “That’s it, just like that, love.” She rubs her clit between the V of her fingers, eyes fixed squarely on Aurora’s sex dragging back and forth on her skin. She can hear it too—hear how wet she is, how each movement is punctuated by the noise of her slick. It does nothing but stoke the fire in her belly the longer she watches. 

“Let me put my fingers inside you,” Aurora says suddenly after a few long moments. “Let me help, let me—fuck—fill you up, ‘Lus, please.” Her hips have slowed some, settling for a slow roll instead of frantic humping. 

“Oh,” she whimpers. “But your nails, sweet thing.”

Aurora is already biting off the nails on her first two fingers, spitting them out across the room. She waggles them in front of Cumulus’ face with a self-satisfied grin. “Stick-ons. Always. Paint ‘em to match the others.”

Cumulus laughs, high and almost melodic. “You’re such a smart ghoul.” She shifts to lay down further, hiking up her free leg to give her better access. She spreads her folds, tilting her head coyly at Aurora. “All yours, love.”

The noise Cumulus makes once she finally sinks two fingers inside is enough to make Aurora squirm. 

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Fifteen - Painting On Each Other

Ship: Aurora/Cumulus

Notes: Aurora and Cumulus dye their hair. I know nothing about dying hair so don’t come for me. Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 365

Read on AO3 or below the cut

“Doing pink again?” Cumulus asks as she and Aurora pursue their collection of hair dye tubes.

“Nah, gonna do pastel purple this time I think. What about you?”

“Hmm. I don’t know yet. You pick?”

“Okie!”

Cumulus’ bathroom counter as their work station, the pair set out their supplies. Hair dye, brushes, gloves, towels, and other supplies riddle the bathroom.

Aurora’s last hair dye job has faded enough that she doesn’t feel like bothering with bleaching it so Cumulus gets to work mixing up the purple dye in a bowl for her. They don gloves and smocks and set to applying the dye. Aurora gets her bangs and the front bits while Cumulus focuses on the back and her roots. They manage not to get the dye all over themselves, owing to the amount of practice they’ve had. Dying Aurora’s hair has become a routine ritual at this point.

After clipping up Aurora’s hair while the dye sets, they switch into fresh gloves and Aurora grabs another dye bottle. This time it’s pastel blue.

“This one okay?”

“Ooh I haven’t done blue yet! Sounds good!”

They repeat the process of mixing up the dye and Aurora begins to scrunch it into Cumulus’ curls. She’s purposely a little uneven with it, leaving patches of white untouched. Then they leave her dye to set as well.

After the dye is done, they both hop in the shower together. They rinse and wash each other’s hair until the water drains clear. Then they finish washing up.

When they get out of the shower, Cumulus summons a gust of wind to dry them, and their hair. Finally it’s time to admire their freshly colored locks.

Aurora fluffs her purple mane giddily before turning to Cumulus.

“What do you think?”

Cumulus smiles as she admires her hair. “I love it!”

Aurora does a little fist bump when she sees her technique had the desired effect. Cumulus’s hair looks like a blue sky with the white patches acting as fluffy clouds.

“Okay, time to clean up.”

They clean their mess, tossing the excess dye and used gloves and wiping down the counters.

“Let's go show Cir and Sunny!” Aurora giggles.

“Okay!”

[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)

[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

[xruiiii-blog]

Bugs🪲🖤

[bonncy]

little demons

[namelessdumbass]

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride Month🏳️‍🌈

[icyblueroses]

Papa IV and the Nameless Ghouls

A gift for @everyonesidolrose ✨

[ashthewaterghoul]

Kidnapper: I have your Ghoul.

Copia: Which one? I have 10.

Kidnapper: The annoying one that keeps cussing me out and trying to bite me.

Copia:

Copia: Which one? I have 10.

[ninesposting]

Have some Swiss and Lus and Rora singing

[kroas-adtam]

Kinktober 2024

Here it is my ghoulfriends! Now remember, you can chose one, both or none! Do one every day, one a week or just one! They’re great writing warmups in my experience, and don’t stress yourself out too much with them. Kinktober is supposed to be fun, so have the wildest, wettest fun this month, and tag me in it all!

if you have any questions, dont hesitate to ask!

List compiled with help by @forlorn-crows, @coffeeghoulie, @jimothybarnes, and others whom I can’t find buried in my inboxes!

Be sure to share over and over again so we can get all our depraved ghoulfriends to see this!

[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.