#cumdrop

[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.” 

[forlorn-crows]

dew bending cumulus over so he can smack her ass. but the reason he does it is because he wants to watch her jiggle. wants to watch her gorgeous gorgeous fat on her thighs and hips and cheeks ripple under his touch. how it shakes and bounces back upon impact.

its so intoxicating. the way her stomach feels against his cubbing cock lying over his lap, how that jiggles too when he hits her. how she sounds too, rough and wrecked with each hit of his boney hand.

they're so vastly different in body type. and boy does that make dew throb.

[miasmaghoul]

Brushfire

Rating: E

Pairing: Dew/Cumulus

Contains: rough oral, rough fingering, squirting, some nasty banter, Cumulus's degradation kink, Dew being mean and Cumulus loving it

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She should probably retreat to a stall. Sink two fingers into her cunt and make it quick. What if someone walked in an found her humping the sinks? That surely wouldn't look very good.

Cumulus bites into her red-stained lower lip and groans at the thought, knuckles blanching as her grip strengthens. She ruts against the counter, drags the hard bud of her clit over the edge of it, feeling her panties start to soak through. There will probably be a damp spot on her dress when she pulls back at the rate she's going. Her knees really start to shake, her breath coming in strained gasps, the heat in her belly already threatening to spread. One trembling hand flies to her chest, squeezes a prominent nipple and -

"Well, isn't this a sight."

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For @iamthecomet who requested dealer's choice Cumdrop. Which turned into almost 5k of a bathroom quickie. When will I learn to control myself lmao.

Read the rest on AO3!

(Also, fun fact, this fic contains a very specific piece my personal hc. Find it and you get a ficlet of your choice! :3)

[themidnightghoul]

44 with CumDrop plsssssss 🥺🥺

Oh this was a fun pairing to write. Also, this is the dress Cumulus has on if you were curious.

On the rare occasions that there was a day between Rituals, the pack loved to either spend the day in a makeshift nest in Papa’s room watching movies and relaxing together or going out to a club or bar in whatever town they were in that day. This particular day, everyone had decided they needed to let out some pent up energy and found a club to go out to later that night. Dew in particular was excited to be able to go out and have some drinks and dance with his pack. Glamours were a pain in the ass, sure, but he loved the thought of hiding in plain sight amongst humans, knowing he could easily rip the entire place apart and hardly break a sweat. 

With a beer in hand, he danced with Rain practically in the middle of the dance floor. The music was some shitty club music, he didn’t care what it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care how bad it was because all he could focus on was Rain. He was behind Dew, his hand on his hip as he pulled him back against his body. It was a wonderful change up from how they tended to act on stage and Dew was losing himself in the feeling of Rain grinding on him from behind. His head fell back against Rain’s shoulder as they moved together, getting lost in the feeling of having his Water Ghoul moving against him. 

“We have an audience,” Rain whispered in his ear, turning Dew’s head slowly over to one of the tables that the pack had claimed. “She’s been staring at you all night. Not that I blame her, you look hot as hell tonight.”

Dew knew he looked good. He wore his favorite black skinny jeans, faded band tee, his black leather jacket that had been through hell and back, and pair of chunky black boots. Even with his glamour up, he had felt eyes on him the second they had walked into the club, but thankfully hadn’t been approached by any humans. Something about him screamed dangerous without even trying hard, but that didn’t stop people from staring. But the person staring wasn’t a human, it was Cumulus. 

“Looks like she wants to eat you alive, Phoenix.” Rain ran his hand across Dew’s chest and up to his neck, squeezing just enough to have Dew’s eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan fly from his lips. “Maybe I should let her.” He brushed Dew’s long light ginger hair away from his neck and leaned down to bite it and Dew could hear him chuckling. “Got her.”

Dew opened his eyes to see Cumulus making her way across the floor to the two of them. She looked…Satanas how had he not noticed what she was wearing tonight until now? Her curls were wild and shimmering with the blue and silver hair tinsel that Aurora had woven into her hair before they left. The dress she had picked out was a beautiful dark blue with silver stars all over it and she wore blue strappy heels that accentuated her legs perfectly. Dew could feel his cock twitch in his pants and his heartbeat going crazy in his chest.

Rain stepped away with a wicked grin on his face when the Air Ghoulette had reached them, passing Dew off to her. “Good luck you two.”

Dew was stunned as he tried to just look at her, taking in how stunning she looked tonight. “Fuck Lussy you look-”

Cumulus grabbed Dew’s chin and immediately pulled him in, kissing him hard and messy. They were all teeth and tongues, Cumulus biting at Dew’s lip hard enough to draw blood and pulling a wanton moan from him. Her hands wove through his hair and his roamed up and down her sides, claws digging in just enough for her to feel it but not enough to damage her dress. Even in a lust filled haze, he knew better than to damage Cumulus’ clothing. They stayed locked together making out like teenagers as the rest of the pack looked on taking bets as to who was going to fuck who later. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless and leaning against the other for stability.

“You’re mine tonight, Firelily.” Cumulus smirked, kissing Dew once more before dragging him off to the bathroom to finish what they started.

Kiss prompt!

[jebbjebb21-blog]

What's up with you how you doing today? Bbc ready for you if you want

Let's see Daddy.

[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!

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“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.

[dewedup]

Ik theres a cumdrop one where dew goes into heat and wants lus by iamthecomet!!

akdhdkakdjfjss!!!!!!!!

i can’t find it @iamthecomet please 🙏

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I follow this guy for weather explanations not for pornographic fanfiction ideas. Or maybe I just have a dirty mind.

[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.”

[miasmaghoul]

sunshine and cumulus?

you mean.............cumshine?

[midnight-moth]

Just for fun - and cause I’m trying to take my mind off my big tests, I wanna know everyone’s ships. I’m going to start with Dew. Nah I’m not going to put him and everyone. Just the ones I’ve read the most. Please humor me.

[aweisz]

ah yes the beautiful ship cumulus/dew. cumdrop

[wrathofrats]

Since you asked about favorite ghoul pairs:

~Mist and Sunshine, but specifically autistic Mist and ADHD Sunshine. Trying to understand each other and working to find a middle ground that works for both of them. They’re just such girlfriends

~I think Cumulus and Dew can be so cute. Like, she’s the force calming his hothead nature down and he’s so incredibly down bad for her in return. She’s the only one he’ll be blatantly romantic towards without getting embarrassed or trying to brush it off by calling it corny every time he does something nice

~Ifrit and Aether. I’d elaborate but I don’t want to write an essay in your ask box

Hi I’ve talked a bit about mist and sunny so I’ll leave my other posts to describe my fun thoughts on them

But cumdrop is a very fun pair imo. I think cumulus lets dew be dominant more than he usually is. Let’s him dote and spoil her when they’re together, give her what she wants while she’s so good for him in return. I also think she’s one of the only ones he will listen to, usually giving snark to the other ghouls, usually if cumulus says to do something he will. Idk I just love ghouls being soft for cumulus

I love even more when they’re rough with her cough Swiss cough rain cough but that’s another story cough

No give me your ifrit and aether paragraph I am holding out my stupid little hands please PLEASE I LOVE THEM HAND IT OVER

In the mean time have some of my thoughts on them.

They’re so GUH. Big boys… just …. Big boys in love. They’re both kind and ifrits a bit stupid (WITH LOVE) and aethers a big nerd and just….. I’m drooling over them hand over your thoughts

[hipueppchen]

... Auntie told me we're going to a special "Costume Party" form her Lady-Friend Charlene.

She forced me to wear the Costume She had scheduled for me ...

... it was a terrific Party night. All the women wore black nylons, corsets, high stilettos and all kinds of femdom stuff.

When i was presented by my strict Auntie all of them broke out in laughter. They made me do some really degrading tasks and had a lot of Fun bossing me around.

With all this humiliation and embarrassment my caged clitty tried to get hard. When the big Girls noticed that i was dribbling my filth on the flor, i was ordered to clean up all my mess ...

While on my knees, my lil' red cheeks high up in the air and my head down on the floor, licking those cumdrops, one of them had the idea of turning this party into a Gang Bang ...

All of the Mistresses agreed and it became a unforgettable Event.

As they took their turns on me, i thankfully worshiped Aunties High Heels and fully fashioned nylons ...

Thank you sooooo much, Auntie ... Thank you for the privilege of being your submissive and obedient Sissytoy ...

💋 your 👠

[st-danger]

I am proposing a ship name for dew and cumulus

✨Cumdrop✨

I MEAN OBVIOUSLY YES

[missamyrisa2]

B b but ticklemama what if I’m super ticklish down there and I’ve never felt a magic wand before and can hardly even handle you saying gigglecum let alone imagining what a ticklegasm would feel like??? 🥺😳😵‍💫🥵🙈💦

Oooh dear darling ~ you'll be in for such a hysterical treat if you've never felt a magic wand ~

For meee...It's like a thousand tiny feathery fingers and licky tongues and buzzy lips all trembling on a spot at once, which in this case happens to be your royal spot. And yet it's not quite like what a frantic tickle by hand or another tool feels like. Imagine your body being hotwired into tickles, made to feel a sensation that shouldn't be possible, an amplified hypercharged touch that overloads your nerves and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it. Being fully clothed doesn't stop the vibrating tickles, it only slows them slightly ~ and can even amplify the teasing ticklishness because now there's a layer of soft material trembling on sensitive areas. It's also another layer of helplessness, being made to feel arousal and sensitivity while fully clothed by this vibing tickly bulb.

Oh yes, that big oversized padded bulb. Something about the magic wand being so big only adds to its taunting nature. It's big and bold and doesn't care, with an oversized handle and obnoxiously noisy buzz. The wand is a big mean loud bully, and very proud of it.

Let's talk about the soft ticklegasm. If someone makes you gigglecum with a feather or very light touch of the finger or makeup brush, just coaxing you along the edge and making you tumble over so gently ~ that's a soft ticklegasm. Coercing the royal part to slowly gently dribble out the cumdrops ~ some people call it a ruined orgasm but I think it's a cutegasm, just easing out those sensations as the ticklee writhes and squirms so pleasingly~

The magic wand though, that's a hard ticklegasm. This is a jazzed up version of giving a royal part an aggressive handjob or fingerjob while relentlessly tickling their side, where the tickles power right through the climax and beyond and never stop. The wand is an unstoppable freight train of teasing charging through your body. The surge of body control loss when a magic wand detonates that gigglegasm is just mmmmmh~ satisfying, terrifying, gorgeous, and terrible all at once. Your body has been used, milked, abused, and ~bullied~ and yet...you love it so much and want so much more even as you're depleted. Even after the wand is pulled away it's like the process is still running on your body as if it transmitted a virus into your systems~

Sooo~ something like that~<3