#cumulus life ~m

[cumuluslife]

Caramel iced coffee

[miasmaghoul]

Aurora sitting sidesaddle in Rain's lap in the common room, looking casual as anything, but there's a blanket over the both of them because she has her skirt hiked up around her hips and Rain buried inside her. Idly chatting with Cumulus about nothing important, the others milling around, easy as can be - but Rain has his face smushed into her curls.

He was fine for a while - a long while, honestly - but he's been inside her for so long now, gone from hard to soft and back again, and he's just so warm and sensitive and he can feel how much pre he's leaking and how much more slippery she is inside than usual and it's driving him insane. He just wants to drag her to his chest, grip the backs of her knees and spread her wide so everyone can see how wet and red his cock has gotten and what he's going to do about it.

Aurora squeezes around him and Rain huffs into her hair. She slings an arm around his neck with a satisfied little giggle, pulls away just enough to see how dazed and pink Rain's face has gone. It shifts the angle of his cock just enough to make her gasp, enough to make Rain's stomach clench, and Aurora sounds far too pleased when she hums and leans in to kiss the tip of his nose.

"I think that's enough," she sighs, sounding the tiniest bit put upon. Pouty. Like Rain hasn't been able to feel her wiggle and clench and pulse for who knows how long now. He wonders how quickly she'll cum when he finally gets to really have her, and just the thought of her clamping down like that makes his balls draw up. "Have you learned your lesson about stealing my perfume?"

Aurora gives her hips a much more obvious roll and Rain jolts, eyes flying open when the move jostles their blanket and reminds him where they are. He rushes to still her before he makes a truly unfortunate noise, but -

"Where -"

"They all went to bed," Aurora giggles as Rain takes in the now-empty state of the common room.

"When -"

"Fifteen minutes ago. I was starting to think you'd never notice, so I figured I'd give you a little -"

The ghouletts squeezes around him and Rain makes a delightful choking sound.

"- encouragement," she finishes, and while some part of Rain knows he should try to hold in his whimper, every drop of blood in his body has long since abandoned his brain.

"Now," Aurora chirps, and now that his eyes are open Rain can see the gorgeous rosy flush that's fallen right down her throat, "what do you have to say about being greedy and taking my things?"

"'m sorry," Rain rasps immediately, almost before she's finished asking the question. It's the thing he'd been refusing to say since Aurora took her seat, swearing he could long outlast her. He groans when thin fingers snake up the back of his neck, long nails ticklish against his scalp. "I - I'm sorry, Ro, I -" Rain cuts himself off with a distressed moan when she turns to put her back to his chest. He simply has to grab her hips and grind, and it's nearly enough to make him spill.

"I'm sure you are," she tuts, tossing their blanket to the side. Rain finds himself suddenly engulfed in the scent of her, an overwhelming thing that makes his cock flex and unholy fuck she's so slick inside. "Don't worry, though," Aurora purrs, gathering her skirt in one hand and gripping Rain's knee with the other, "I know just how you can make it up to me."

She pushes herself up and Rain could howl at the feel of it, at how cold the air is when it hits his torturesd flesh, but the only sound he can manage is a gorgeous, pained whine. Because when Aurora stands, she bends, and when she bends it's with her milky thighs spread and her pretty pink cunt on stunning display. She even reaches back to open herself up for him, and as he watches a flood of their combined excitement pour from her open hole Rain thinks never sees anything again in his life he won't mind.

It's on autopilot that he reaches out to cup her mound, grunting at the swollen heat of her against he clammy palm. Aurora gasps, looks over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you -"

"Keep it in," he huffs, hardly more than a whisper. "Can -" Rain swallows hard, his other hand drifting up to palm his balls in search of the tiniest bit of relief. He peers up at the little ghoulette with glassy eyes that make her clit thob against his hand. "- can you keep me inside you? Please?"

"Don't I always?" Aurora reaches back and tugs Rain's wrist, and Rain has to close his eyes lest he bury his face in her and cum all over the floor. "I just had to make room," she explains, and he cracks an eye open anyway. Finds her pulling her skirt down over her pert ass, a relief and a shame all in one.

"Make...room?" He feels unbelievably stupid right now, something he's not all that used to, but then Aurora's stepping between his legs and cupping his hot cheeks and the serene smile on he face belies the bottomless lust in her gaze.

"For the real thing," she explains, and Rain hurts. "You're giving me every drop you've got tonight, raincloud," Aurora coos, leaning down to knock their horns together. She gives him a wink before she backs away, sauntering towards the doorway with their slick trailing down her thighs. "You're not the only one that's greedy."

She blows him a kiss before she vanishes around the doorframe, sends it on a warm puff of air that hits the corner of his mouth, and Rain doesn't even bother to put his cock away before he stumbles after her.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

just a lil something i tortured @divine-misfortune with last night after he shared this post with me and said "Now hear me out Zeph/aeth and or omega bc they won’t slow down fr a damn second "

and thus i started a doc lovingly called "zephyr/omega go to sleep ya old man"

1263 words of omega misusing quintessence in order to (lovingly i swear) force zephyr to get some rest. yes zephyr will be mad at him later. yes omega is being a lil bit of a bastard. yes i am indulging in my (our) hypnokink, just go with it.

“You’re a stubborn old thing, you know that?”

Zephyr rolls their eyes before side-eyeing the quintessence ghoul, making a face. “Care to elaborate?”

“Been spending a lot of time with those new ghoulettes. When was the last time you slept?” Omega puts a hand on the back of the leather armchair Zephyr is currently seated in, where they were, up until now, engrossed in a text about ancient languages. 

They bite their tongue against the urge to correct him on Cirrus and Cumulus’ names. “I slept last night, there’s no need for your concern.”

“Oh, last night, hm? So that wasn’t the organ I was hearing in the wee hours of the morning?”

“You are as old as this building, Omega, surely you’re aware of the noises that aged pipes make when all else is silent.” 

He tuts. “Far too melodic for old plumbing, Zeph.”

Zephyr grumbles and makes to return back to their book without replying. Omega chuckles, and suddenly his hands are resting on their shoulders, thumbs heavy over the strained tendons on the back of their neck. 

“Why don’t you let me help?”

The air ghoul grumbles again. Slots their small stack of notes along the book’s binding as a makeshift bookmark and snaps the thing shut. They place it onto the table and stare at the fire in the hearth.  

“And why should I let you?” they say to the fading embers. 

Omega hums. “Because you need your rest, you cranky ghoul.”

“I am plenty rested.”

“These knots in your shoulders say otherwise.”

Zephyr closes their eyes and sighs like an exasperated teacher. “And you claim that I am the stubborn one?”

“Come on,” Omega goads them. Telltale magick crackling to life beneath his fingertips. “Doesn’t have to be much.”

Before Zephyr can so much as think about scurrying away with their book, warm quintessence seeps into their bones, the tension held there unraveling from the inside out. Their eyelids flutter, shoulders slumping. Some undignified noise bubbles up from their throat, and they can barely catch their chin from hitting their chest as their head lolls forward. 

“You . . .” They try to protest, tongue too heavy in their mouth to form its usual elegant timbre. Their hands can’t even grip the arms of the chair anymore, cementing them into place and thwarting any chance they had of escaping Omega’s nagging. 

Said quintessence ghoul shushes him, self-satisfied and certainly not even close to genuinely comforting. “There you go. See? Knew you were tired.”

“Hn . . .’m not—”

“You are, look at that sleepy face.” Omega brushes a few strands of hair back behind their horns, their head leaning into his touch without their permission. Zephyr’s eyes are drooping, rolling with the effort of trying to keep them open. Maybe they are more tired than they thought, he didn’t give them that much magick, did he?

Omega coos at them, running his thumb along the base of their horn. “Just close your eyes,” he whispers. 

Zephyr just groans, something close to uh uh, but it doesn’t sound very disagreeing. They’re falling asleep sitting up, and his warm hand against the side of their face does nothing but drag them closer to unconsciousness. Suddenly, they don’t want to get away from him. Magick swirls all syrupy in their veins, and, really, it’s getting harder and harder to have any opinions on the situation. 

Behind them, Omega shakes his head and loops around to the front of the chair, still cradling their head as he kneels between their parted legs. The hands at their sides, having slid off the arms of the chair, twitch towards him. Zephyr watches Omega’s other hand as it comes to hold the other side of their face, eyes slow and delayed as they track its movement. 

“You’d do well to listen to me, you tired old hen,” Omega chides them. He wiggles their head a little, not unlike a chiropractor looking for sore spots. Ensuring they’re close to limp and loose. 

Zephyr just lets him. Has no choice, really. They’d call him a plethora of names later—bastard, unwelcome imp, meddling hypnotist spawn—but the thought of remembering to do so slides away like rain on glass. 

He must sense the fleeting thought behind Zephyr’s glassy eyes, because he adjusts their head again, tightening his grip almost imperceptibly. 

“None of that; you’re being so good, aren’t you? I’m only helping, aren’t I? Little bit of magick to get rid of all those pesky cobwebs between your ears. I know, you’re so tired underneath all those stubborn thoughts. Just takes a nice, kind ghoul like me to help you relax, doesn’t it?” On and on he drones, the words going in one ear and out the other, washing away their own internal monologue and replacing it with his own. They are tired, and an afternoon nap isn’t so terrible, they aren’t really busy. And Omega’s helping them. 

Definitely not using his magick in some smug, actually selfish way, rendering the normally uptight ghoul completely powerless in less than a second. No, it’s completely selfless—a show of his care and concern for Zephyr’s wellbeing. Absolutely not a vehicle to win any kind of argument, not at all. 

Their breathing is slowing now, neck nearly limp in Omega’s hands. Sinking deeper into the fuzzy embrace of sleep. 

“That’s it,” he lilts. “You’re gonna feel so much better, and I won’t even say ‘I told you so.’ How does that sound?” 

Zephyr responds with a long exhale through parted lips, left thigh twitching randomly as the pleasant numbness settles in. 

Omega smirks. “Good.” With one last push of quintessence, he tilts their head just so and watches as their eyes unfocus and fall shut, jaw dropping open with the softest noise as they drift asleep in his hands. The quiet snores follow just seconds later, Omega’s hands the only thing keeping them upright. 

He waits until he’s sure they’re asleep, warming his back against the dying flames while Zephyr slumps in their chair. Only then does he pull back the tendrils of his magick, letting it seep down towards the floorboards as slow as molasses so as not to accidentally rouse them. Thankfully, the library is empty this time of day. Nothing to interrupt the air ghoul’s much needed sleep. 

They’re lax and peaceful now, but Omega’s sure he’ll hear about it when they wake. He laughs to himself at the plethora of elegant insults that come to mind. For now, he takes satisfaction in the way Zephyr’s head lolls back against the chair with the gentlest press of his pointer finger, drool making its way out of the corner of their mouth already. 

“Cute,” the quintessence ghoul comments, smoothing out the wrinkles in his button-down. And then, as a wicked afterthought, he presses the pad of his finger to the middle of their forehead again, sneaking in a cheeky suggestion of a dream wrapped in plumes of balsam and petrichor. Snickering to himself when Zephyr whines quietly and their tail kinks up at the end. “Enjoy,” he whispers, making his exit. 

Omega knows he won’t get any thanks for that—a pity, really, considering it was quite a nice little fantasy—nor will he get any thanks for helping (forcing) Zephyr to get some rest. At the very least, he’ll get a very disgruntled and haughty air ghoul glaring at him for the remainder of the day. 

Omega’s fine with being berated for misuse of magick if it means the poor thing won’t be sleep deprived. Until then, he files away Zephyr’s reaction to it for later.

[littlemoriflower]

Mori Book Recommendations, by littlemoriflower

Hello, dear-friends!

It's been a while since I have done one of these "longer" posts. I have been very absent, not only from this blog, but from the internet at large. School has been killing me lately, and I let the tiredness get the best of me more often than not.

However, I'd like to state that I continue to love AND wear mori everyday. not that anyone was accusing me of not doing it lmao I've simply been lacking the motivation to make more posts, but I hope that that's about to change! I won't be posting every day, but I'll try to come by and be more active in the community where I found so much happiness and lovely people in!

On another note, I have noticed more people joining the community! ^^ That is so exciting!!! I welcome all of you to our humble corner of the internet, and I hope you find peace and happiness in mori kei, as much as we mori folk do! (✿◡‿◡)

Now, to the post!

The Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Synopsis:

Mary Lennox, a spoiled, ill-tempered, and unhealthy child, comes to live with her reclusive uncle in Misselthwaite Manor on England’s Yorkshire moors after the death of her parents. There she meets a hearty housekeeper and her spirited brother, a dour gardener, a cheerful robin, and her wilful, hysterical, and sickly cousin, Master Colin, whose wails she hears echoing through the house at night.

With the help of the robin, Mary finds the door to a secret garden, neglected and hidden for years. When she decides to restore the garden in secret, the story becomes a charming journey into the places of the heart, where faith restores health, flowers refresh the spirit, and the magic of the garden, coming to life anew, brings health to Colin and happiness to Mary.

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Anne Of Green Gables, by L. M. Montgomery

Synopsis:

This heartwarming story has beckoned generations of readers into the special world of Green Gables, an old-fashioned farm outside a town called Avonlea. Anne Shirley, an eleven-year-old orphan, has arrived in this verdant corner of Prince Edward Island only to discover that the Cuthberts—elderly Matthew and his stern sister, Marilla—want to adopt a boy, not a feisty redheaded girl. But before they can send her back, Anne—who simply must have more scope for her imagination and a real home—wins them over completely. A much-loved classic that explores all the vulnerability, expectations, and dreams of a child growing up, Anne of Green Gables is also a wonderful portrait of a time, a place, a family… and, most of all, love.

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Howl's Moving Castle, by Diana Wynne Jones

Synopsis:

Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl—and herself—than first meets the eye.

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Inkheart, by Cornelia Funke

Synopsis:

One cruel night, Meggie's father reads aloud from a book called INKHEART-- and an evil ruler escapes the boundaries of fiction and lands in their living room. Suddenly, Meggie is smack in the middle of the kind of adventure she has only read about in books. Meggie must learn to harness the magic that has conjured this nightmare. For only she can change the course of the story that has changed her life forever.

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By Ash, Oak And Thorn, by Melissa Harrison

Synopsis:

Three tiny, ancient beings - Moss, Burnet and Cumulus, once revered as Guardians of the Wild World - wake from winter hibernation in their beloved ash tree home. When it is destroyed, they set off on an adventure to find more of their kind, a journey that takes them first into the deep countryside and then the heart of a city. Helped along the way by birds and animals, the trio search for a way to survive and thrive in a precious yet disappearing world...

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Alice In Wonderland, by Lewis Carrol

Synopsis:

When Alice sees a white rabbit take a watch out of its waistcoat pocket she decides to follow it, and a sequence of most unusual events is set in motion.

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[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 3

Week 3: First Ritual & Lazy Sunday

Crashing in last minute and more unedited than ever with this (I mean it's week 4 where I am, but it's still the 20th somewhere lol) after a hectic week!

Aurora's first Ritual, and the last lazy Sunday at the Abbey before it. “Break a leg!” Cumulus whispered in Aurora’s ear, as the pair walked on-stage. Aurora caught Cirrus giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up from the opposite side of the stage. She took a deep, breath from her podium. She loved music, she loved singing, the congregation were going to love her.

Yes I googled the first day of reimperatour to make this accurate, what about it?

Rating: General Content: literally just pack-bonding fluff Words: 1004

Read below now! AO3 link to follow tomorrow, I'm not fighting with their upload page at 2am!

“Break a leg!” Cumulus whispered in Aurora’s ear, as the pair walked on-stage. Aurora caught Cirrus giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up from the opposite side of the stage. She took a deep breath as she stepped up to her podium, and grinned widely behind her mask. I deserve to be here. Let’s do this!

The sun rose and gradually peered into the windows of the Abbey, illuminating everything it touched with a golden glow. Few were actually awake to see this, the ghouls all curled up in their nests and enjoying their last few hours of peace. A week from now, they would be preparing for their first ritual of the new tour and sleep would be a luxury, a lie-in a miracle.

Aurora was an exception. Not normally an early-riser, by anyone’s definition, she’d awoken long before the other ghoulettes curled around her. She was nervous: worried about being away from the place she now called home, anxious about giving a good performance, scared of the congregation’s reaction to her. She knew how loved Sunshine was, and was desperate to live up to her reputation.  The ghoulettes, Sunshine included, had all told her how she needn’t worry, she was going to be perfect, but all the same she was nervous. She knew Phantom felt the same way too, stepping into Aether’s shoes.

And so, she lay awake. Trying to follow the steady breathing of the ghoulettes around her, despite her pounding heart, and Cumulus’ hair that was tickling her nose and threatening to make her sneeze.

Eventually, the others began to stir. No one had any plans for the day, it was to be their last officially sanctioned day off in many months. As the tangle of limbs moved around Aurora, she extricated herself from the pile, and made her escape. She trudged down the hall to the kitchen, deciding to bring coffee back to her packmates.

Entering the kitchen, she discovered she was not the only ghoul awake. Perched on the island counter was Phantom, a small frown creasing between their eyebrows. Swiss stood nearby, already coaxing the ancient coffee machine into life.

“Morning Ror.” Phantom smiled at her, but it didn’t reach their eyes.

“Hey Ant.” Aurora hopped up next to them, shuffling close enough to bump shoulders. “You got the jitters too?”

Phantom sighed slightly, before leaning into her side.

“A bit. Big shoes to fill, y’know?”

“Yeah!” Swiss chirped as he turned around with Phantom’s coffee “Aeth’s giant clown feet!”

Both the smaller ghouls giggled slightly, and Swiss beamed at the admittedly mediocre response.

“What’s your plan for today then, Rory? Last lazy day we’ll get in a while.” asked Swiss.

“I hadn’t really thought of anything, besides bringing the girls coffee in bed.” Aurora hummed thoughtfully.

“I promised Ant a picnic by the lake, you could join us? ‘M gonna bring the guitar, thought we could make some music without the pressure of rituals and rehearsals before that becomes our lives. With the touring I need to remind myself it’s fun sometimes, y’know?”

“That sounds really nice actually, I’d love to!” Aurora loved spending time by the lake, her water element calling to it. Phantom trilled happily next to her.

“I’ll let the others know where I’ll be, it’ll be good for Sunny to have Lus and Riri to herself for the day.” Aurora knew how much Sunshine would appreciate that, she was definitely more anxious about her closest packmates going away for so long than she was letting on.

A short while later, the three ghouls sat soaking in the springtime sun, keeping the worse of the damp from the grass at bay with a blanket. The gentle sounds of water lapping at the edge of the lake accompanied the soft music from the guitar Phantom was now playing. Aurora and Swiss hummed along, singing songs from their family groups in the pit, songs they’d heard on the radio topside, just harmonising together.

The sun moved overhead, gently warming them until their shadows grew long, and it could no longer compete with the late-afternoon chill. Rory headed back inside to find the rest of the ghoulettes. She found them where she left them, curled up in the nest and apparently asleep. It had been tidied, so they had clearly moved at some point.

Aurora moved to join them, kicking off her shoes and clambering into the pile of limbs.

“Hello little songbird, have a good day?” murmured Cirrus, twining her tail around Aurora’s calf.

“Yes, really nice.” Aurora sunk deeper into the purrs of her packmates, joining in with a high rumbling noise of her own. “Was good to relax a bit before we leave.”

“How are you feeling about tour?”

“Alright, I think. It’ll be great to see the world, meet our congregation…”

“…but?”

“I’m a little anxious about living up to Sunny, I guess.”

Cirrus puller her closely to her chest “I don’t think you have to worry, sweetie, you’re going to be fantastic I just know it!”

A week later, Aurora remembered her words as she took a deep, calming breath from her podium. She loved music, she loved singing, the congregation were going to love her.

The lights went up, the music blared, and Aurora sang and danced like everyone’s eyes were on her. Twirling her cape, stomping her feet, she felt every beat of the music resonate with her heartbeat, and fed off the infectious energy of the crowd.

All too soon the ritual was over. Moving to the front of the stage, she almost list her footing as Cirrus and Cumulus crushed her in a hug.

“You did so well!” Cumulus squealed, also riding high off a good performance. Across the stage, Aurora could see a similar interaction happening between Swiss and Phantom, both of the new ghouls vibrating with excitement and adrenaline.

She moved forward with Cirrus and Cumulus to interact with the audience, all of them waving at her and cheering. Maybe she didn’t need to worry after all.

[awkward-sultana]

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[titlemewickedwonderland]

Ghoul Game Night Intro

Summary: Everyone played the same as at least once in their life no matter their species - Ghoul or Human alike. It's a popular game played by the Siblings of Sin. But what happens when Papa's newly summoned Ghulah gets stuck playing it as a way to get to know her new pack? Well, they find they enjoy the doe eyes and flush.

Fandom: Ghost Band (Sweden Band)

Pairing: Poly-Version with multiple versions.

Triggers: Spiciness, sexual tension, maybe some fonding, dirty talk, shit-talking, shy ghoulish, and more.

Auth. Note: Let me know if you want to be tagged for a specific ghoul's turn or join the tag list for the entire series!

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She didn't trust that smile. It was too straight. Too white. Too perfect...and all Swiss. Had she known that she'd be stuck with Papa's ghouls she may have thought to reconsider her contract. It was not as if Papa was in desperate need to add to his collection - he had only summoned her at Sister Imperator's prompting. Not that it should have made her feel any less unwelcome than she had...it was them that she was concerned about. It had been so long since she'd had the company of other Ghouls and Ghulahs that she felt so out of place within the pack dynamic. She was essentially the baby of the group; newly summoned not more than a few weeks during the most critical and hectic time of the Ghost Projet too that she didn't have the unholy graces to be able to bond with her new pack members until just now.

And what would you have thought if you were cornered during your decompressing stages at the end of the crazy day by you're so-called 'family'. If she were anything like the Ghoulettes of Papa's pack like Cumulus, Cirrus, and Sunshine Y/n would have had the backbone to stand up against the charming menace. But she wasn't. She was simply Y/n. And she was shy as fuck with no backbone to speak of.

Swiss' body was lithe with muscles beneath the black dress shirt and his skin a ashen grey that did little to hide the strength of veins and muscle of his arms from being on display as he casually raised them to grab the top edge of her door frame as his unmasked face peered down at her.

"I-I'm sorry?" she finally squeaked out while gripping the edge of her tail staring up at him like a mouse under the gaze of a hungry feline.

"I said~" Swiss drawled flashing a cocky fanged grin as if he knew what he did to his new pretty little packmate "It's been such a hectic couple of weeks, yeah? You haven't had the chance to properly get to know us right? So, why don't you join us for game night? It'd be so purrfect." his voice vibrated in a pure on that last word causing Y/n to swallow and cast her gaze down to her feet and flush.

"I-I don't think I'm up for it tonight. I'm sorry, It's just been a long day. I'm going to tuck myself into bed...m-maybe another night?" she stuttered softly

"Aye, you've been saying that for the last few times that we've asked. No more excuses; let's go pipsqueak." Dewdrop's head popped into the visible space from behind Swiss' towering frame with a disdainful expression on his face as he scratched idly at his horn.

"I'm not making an excuse!" the Ghulah replied wide-eyed as she snapped her read up to stare at the Fire Ghoul. "I am really tired! Papa had me practicing the recent songs and-"

"Nah, none of that. No excuses kit. Come on. It'll be fun! Don't psych yourself out too much." Aether's calmer voice spoke from somewhere behind the multi-ghoul and spitfire.

Y/n's fang pierced her bottom lip nervously as she shifted on her feet and the grey skin beneath her mask flushed when Swiss groaned from in front of her. "Shit, sweetcheeks. If you don't come out here and play with us...I'll give you something to play with lookin' like that."

"I'll play!" the younger demon yelped and ducked between the two at her bedroom door and found Aether standing with his back against the wall across from her room and his broad arms crossed over his chest.

Y/n felt far less threatened in the presence of the quintessence ghoul; perhaps it was because he could feel her emotions. Perhaps it was the fact that he could calm her if she panicked. Or maybe it was because outside of the rest of the pack upon summoning it was he who had been there every step of the way to be able to help her acclimate to her new home and body.

"Damn. I was seriously hoping she'd refuse." Swiss grumbled only to yelp when Aether whacked him on the ass as he passed by with Y/n by his side nearly gluing herself to his side.

"Come on, kit. Mountain and Rain are getting the common room ready for us." Aether told her with an arm slung around her shoulders protectively making her sag a bit in relief to be under his metaphorical wing.

They entered the common room to find bean bags, pillows, cushions, and blankets laid out on the floor. The couch had been shoved to the side askew and the coffee table had been shoved to the outer edge of the makeshift gaming floor. Amongst the piles of comfort were bottles, cans, bags, and boxes filled with different assortments of junk food, candy, and drinks for their pleasure throughout the night.

Shyly, Y/n took a slow descent into a pile of blankets realizing slowly by the mixture of different scents that they came from each of the ghouls that were making themselves comfortable on the floor around her. But unfortunately, the Ghoulettes were not here for the game night; something about Aether mumbling a girls' date night or something.

A throat cleared softly off to her side and she whipped it around to find herself looking into the curious but kind eyes of Rain - the Water Ghoul was looking at her. He raised a hand to his face silently and Y/n blinked at him confused until his soft voice spoke up.

"Are you going to take that off?"

Y/n blinked again before she looked around realizing a few things. One, all the ghouls surrounding her wore their sleep clothes and were comfy. And two, they didn't wear their masks. She was the only one wearing hers and she swallowed feeling her hands tremble; grabbing a fistful of the soft blanket in her lap when she'd realized with a start that she hadn't...well she hadn't taken her mask off in front of them before. She usually hid away after duties were done and it was only through the door did they ever really speak. This would be the first time she'd be revealing herself if she had the courage to do it.

"I mean...if you aren't comfortable yet that's okay I know-" Rain began but Y/n shook her head quickly and gave a small smile.

"I...I honestly didn't really um...think about it before." she swallowed thickly thinking of what they might think of her if she did take off her mask.

"If you can't...may I? If it's easier." Rain offered to raise his hands to hover on either side of her head in silent permission or invitation she wasn't quite sure.

But she nodded her permission anyway before she could back out and Rain was gentle as he grabbed the edge of her mask and began to pull it from her head. Her hair came down first like a soft sheen of shiny color and her eyes shone like liquid gold up at him causing a tinge of blush to cross his features as he stared flabbergasted at her. She felt herself panic thinking perhaps she looked funny but as she reached for the mask again she was brought back to reality as Swiss whistled.

"Beautiful...."

She flushed and ducked her head only for her to look back up when a larger figure came to sit on her free side. A large warm hand plopped down onto her head between her horns and rubbed affectionately. She stared up at the towering Mountain - realizing just how small she was compared to him but everyone was small compared to Mountain, still - she appreciated the affectionate touch as he shot her a small smile. He did not say a word to her but she gave him a nod as if she understood his unspoken language and instead tucked her knees to her chest; resting her cheek against the soft blanket that smelled like a bonfire, and crisp autumn leaves with a hint of cinnamon. Dewdrop. This must have been his blanket - the scent was warm and it relaxed her nerves a bit as she rubbed her cheek against it before looking around the others.

"So...what are we playing then?"

Aether cleared his throat and picked up two cardboard boxes. "Truth or Dare...Ghoul's version." his lips curled into a teasing grin.

"What's the difference?" Y/n spoke up looking around with a squinted stare as snickers escaped from a few members.

"It's sort of like...spin the bottle and truth or dare combined." Aether began holding up the two boxes.

"You spin this bottle here..." Dew piped up grabbing an empty beer bottle.

"And whoever it lands on gets to choose truth or dare to ask you...the twist to it is you don't get to decide on the truth or dare....you pick it out of the box at random."

Y/n frowned over at Swiss before pointing at the boxes. "And what happens if I don't want to do whichever one my partner picks?" she questioned suspiciously.

"You take a shot." Dewdrop grinned waving a full unopened bottle of fireball. Typical.

"You game sister?" Swiss added leaning over with a wicked gleam in his eye.

It took a moment for Y/n to reply. Weighing her options. But at last, she gave a firm nod. "Well, if I'm to be part of your pack...I-I suppose seeing the worst up front is a good way to start."

"Excellent, let the chaos begin!" Dewdrop grinned throwing back a premade shot for himself.

Dewdrop Ver. Swiss Ver. Aether Ver. Rain Ver. Mountain Ver.

[iamthecomet]

Mushy May Day 6

Picnic (Ft. Murder Ghoulettes) Pairing: Cirrus/Cumulus Rating: M for Murder Featuring: The girls deserve a picnic every once in a while. Murder ghoulettes. Blood. Kissing. Ghoulettes in love. Word Count: 700+ Read it under the cut, or on AO3.

The sister is pretty. A petite thing, with curves that would usually make Cirrus’ mouth go dry. She drags her fingers through her golden hair and smiles at Cumulus like she’s the moon. She’s Cumulus’ type. Naive. Trusting. Excitable.

Cirrus stands back, watches. She likes to watch. Likes to see the way Cumulus leans in, smiles wide and bright. How she bounces on her toes as they talk. The girl mirrors her enthusiasm, face breaking out into a wide grin as Cumulus reaches out to touch her.

“We’re going for a picnic,” Cumulus purrs at her. Big eyes trained on the sister, smile widening. “We’d love if you joined us.”

The picnic basket in Cirrus’ hand is empty. The girl doesn’t need to do know that.

It’s a short walk. Far enough into the orchard that they can’t see the Abbey anymore. Far enough that if the girl gets a chance to scream no one will hear her. She won’t get the chance though. Cumulus never lets them see it coming. Cirrus can’t decide if Cumulus does it out of mercy—or if she just likes the way their faces drop in surprise.

She’d bet on the latter.

It’s easy. It’s always easy. The girl tags along like a puppy, her hand pressed into Cumulus’. Giggling at the attention, grinning back at Cirrus like she’s in for the best night of her life—like she has never been happier.

Cirrus would maybe feel bad about it if she wasn’t so hungry.   She coos, reaching out to stroke her fingers along the delicate line of the girl’s jaw. Feeling the flutter of her pulse beneath her fingers. The girl blushes, deep pink flushing over freckled cheeks. She smells like honeysuckle.

Cirrus’ mouth is already watering. The kill is quick. It always is. The buildup is the long part. The soft way Cumulus and Cirrus touch her, the way they look at her as they lay the blanket down. The way Cumulus curls around her and points up to the apple blossoms on the tree. Presses fleeting kisses into her golden hair, nuzzles her nose against that fluttering pulse.

Then there’s blood. Arterial spray. And the girl is dropping limp into Cumulus’ arms. When Cumulus pulls away her lips are carmine.

Cirrus can’t help but kiss her. Can’t help but sweep her tongue over Cumulus’ plush lower lip and taste the last moments of that Sibling’s happiness against her flesh.

The rest is methodic, an easy rhythm they fall into without speaking. When they’ve had their fill they lay under the early spring sun, warm and satiated.

Cirrus could stay here forever. She would if she didn’t have a job, duties. If Papa wouldn’t come looking for them after a while. This, she’s sure, is the closest a hell beast can get to heaven. Cumulus’ body is pressed tight to hers, soft and pliant under her fingers. Their tails curled together, heads resting against each other as they lay on the blanket and look up at the cloudless sky. She raises Cumulus’ fingers to her lips and kisses the blood from them. Cumulus turns her head and laughs softly into Cirrus’ dark hair.

“I love these days with you,” Cumulus sighs.

“We could have more of them,” Cirrus offers even though she knows it isn’t true. Only so many disappearances can be swept under the rug. It will be a month or more before they can do this again. Before Cirrus can kiss the blood splattered over Cumulus’ neck. Before she can feel like this, sun warm and full, and at ease. Cumulus purrs against her, pulling her closer. Cirrus’ toes graze over blood slick grass as she shifts. “Next time, you can pick,” Cumulus promises. Cirrus shakes her head. She presses a kiss between Cumulus’ horns.

“You have better taste,” Cirrus lies. In reality, Cirrus thinks they have equally good taste. Different. Cumulus likes them innocent, happy, drugged on their own happy hormones before she kills them. Cirrus likes the opposite, a little fear, a little anger, the taste of their adrenaline bursting over her tongue. But really, she’d rather watch Cumulus do the killing. Loves to watch her work, the way she touches, the way she smiles. How her body moves when she’s getting ready. Loves to watch the blood drip down Cumulus’ chin, and smear across her cheeks.

Cirrus doesn’t need to pick, doesn’t need to chase, doesn’t need their fear as long as she can watch Cumulus work.

She’s never seen anything so beautiful.

Cumulus scoffs, knows the truth, but doesn’t try to push against it, doesn’t try to argue or insist. Cirrus can feel her grin against her neck, feels the slight prick of her fangs as she drags her teeth under Cirrus’ jaw. “You spoil me.”

Cirrus nods. “Always.”

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

In his previous life, before death and ghoul-hood, Zephyr was an actor. Not in television, that was far after his time, and never for films. He was drawn to the stage, the flair for the dramatic pushing him to seek stardom in a more unconventional way. Zephyr became renowned in Shakespearean theatre, roles big and small. The body he once inhabited as a human allowed for the trickery and slyness of Puck, the ill-fated Romeo, even the grace and elegance of Countess Olivia. As it was the time when all parts of a production were played by young men.

As a ghoul, he's retained a memory of his past life, even if it is just snippets that find him when sitting in a hot Epsom salt bath while reading those old plays. Unsure of why he remembers some with fondness, some with disdain. As if his soul remembers, the damnation to Hell and the burn of brimstone was not strong enough to take away all elements of who he used to be. The revelations began shortly after summoning, sat in the library across from Air, he had chosen a text from the shelves. It was a leather-bound edition of A Midsummer Night's Dream. He had become enamored with the text, reading voraciously, while also finding himself recognizing many lines, reciting them from memory. "Why do I know this?" He asked with quiet concern, Air's steely eyes snapping up from his tome to glare at his protégé.

"Everyone knows Shakespeare young one" he spoke quietly and curtly, eyes boring into the fresh air ghoul. The fear and sudden acceptance of the answer flashed across the young ghoul's face.

Zephyr nodded in response, assuming that it was the truth. There has been no reason for Air to have lied to him, and he had noted Omega quoting a Shakespearean sonnet earlier in the week when he was in the infirmary for a physical. But it had been quoted wrong, the words finding themselves akin to swords under the air ghoul's skin. He didn't remember the correct phrasing, but he knew that the elder quintessence ghoul was incorrect.

Upon his retirement from being a performing ghoul, he found himself teaching two air ghoulettes. The first of their kind, both incredibly alluring in the way that all air ghouls are. It felt wrong for them to just have singular names, Cirrus and Cumulus. They deserved middle names, to lessen the blow of being called "Cirrus Ghoulette" or "Cumulus Ghoulette". He found himself referring to the pair as Cirrus Olivia and Cumulus Ophelia.

It began to spiral further, his penchant for naming the ghouls when he needed to shout at or for them. Ifrit was most known for being shouted at, whether it was for being a petulant dickhead or because the air ghoul required his aide.

"IFRIT MERCUTIO GHOUL I TOLD YOU TO STOP TEASING HIM" Zephyr found himself shouting, the elder fire ghoul holding an object of Dewdrop's above his head, in mockery of the water ghoul's height.

Ifrit quickly lowered his arm, pushing the object in Dewdrop's direction attempting to avoid the water ghoul's smirk. "You're such a puss" Dewdrop teased before his own name was called out.

"Dewdrop Tybalt, what have I told you about language like that?" Zephyr asked sternly, his pale eyes boring into Dewdrop, much in the same way Air's bore into him that afternoon in the library.

Dewdrop hung his head, trying to escape the disappointed gaze of the air ghoul. "'M sorry" he mumbled out, the tiff between Ifrit and Dewdrop had been diffused and the two were sent their separate ways.

[ghouletteanon]

7. “Do you trust me?” With cirrus and somebody else? :D

Thank you for the prompt!

I saw the opportunity for femslash and I seized it.

~480 words, Cirrus/Sunshine. Rated T, or mild M.

Sunshine is already kiss drunk, her lips aching. Sunshine has only been topside for a week, but she knows she would follow Cirrus wherever she wanted. Where Cirrus wanted her is apparently her bed, as that’s where Cirrus had pulled her after cornering her in the ghoul quarters and whispering a promise of spending a life changing night with her.

"Do you trust me?" Cirrus asks, her hands thumbing the hem of Sunshine's shirt. She is straddling the other ghoulette, somehow not out of breath even as Sunshine is still trying to catch up.

Sunshine nods, fervently, wanting Cirrus' hands all over her immediately. She wants everything she has heard the Sisters of Sin whisper and giggle about, she wants to know why Dew limps the day after an evening spent moaning loudly in Rain’s room, she wants to know what made Cumulus sing of pleasure in the gardens with Cirrus.

She wants it all and she wants it with Cirrus, and she wants it now.

Cirrus leans in, her lips almost touching Sunshine’s ear. "Words, Sunny. I want to hear you say it.”

Shivers run up along Sunshine’s spine, Cirrus’ breath tickling the sensitive spot she did not even know existed on her neck, right beneath her ear. “Yeah, I trust you, Cir.”

“I trust you too,” Cirrus says, kissing the spot on Sunshine’s neck that somehow makes her knees buckle. “Please tell me if I make you uncomfortable and we’ll stop and cuddle and that’s that.”

“You’re good. Tell me if I do something wrong?” Sunshine was not completely gone and knew this sort of thing should go both ways. That’s what the Sisters of Sin always say.

“I promise. Now, we’re wearing way too many clothes,” Cirrus pushes her hands up along Sunshine’s sides.

Sunshine holds up her arms, letting Cirrus pull the tee off her. It’s a bit awkward as the tee gets stuck in Sunshine’s horns but it breaks any nervousness Sunshine has. It’s just her and Cirrus, having fun together and laughing.

Sunshine finally wins the battle against the shirt and Cirrus throws is somewhere off the bed. Sunshine is left only in her bralette, and she has never felt as confident as when she sees the lust in Cirrus’ eyes. They have seen each other nude before, it is inevitable, but this is the first time Sunshine wants Cirrus to really look. And she wants to look at Cirrus without feeling like she is hiding her intentions.

Sunshine tugs at Cirrus’ top, impatient. “Your turn, Cir’. Fair is fair.”

“As you wish,” Cirrus makes a show of it, slowly stripping out of her tank top in a much more graceful way than Sunshine had. “You can touch, if you want to.”

Sunshine obeys, her hands exploring freely across Cirrus’ sides, back, neck, breasts. The spade of Cirrus' tail taps on Sunshine's hand when she brushes against her ticklish sides. She’s so beautiful, a demon sent from below just for her, and Sunshine knows she will never get enough of the sight.

[cumuluslife]

Just Before Dawn

Art Print

[ksjanes]

And now release this time and space— We have become leaves and it is autumn.

M, Cumulus Life, Beginnings and Endings

Source: cumuluslife

Found this blog it is beautiful, I paired their words with my image.

K.S. Janes

[mxsinizter]

Good Boy Dewdrop <3

Dewdrop/Era V ghouls plus Copia; M/18+

S: The ghouls telepathically help Dew get through the last bit of a busy day before he loses his mind. WC: 933

Dewdrop was getting impatient. His feet kept shuffling in place, he felt it getting harder to breathe, and the constant rumble of voices was really irritating him. He was glad Copia hadn't called him out yet, although the man was preoccupied with the conversation at the table. Dew stood at his right where Copia sat at a long table with Sister and some suits discussing finances and such.

He couldn't help the annoyed huff that escaped him, earning him a barely noticeable growl of concern from the ghoul beside him. Dew? Dewdrop ignored the voice in his mind, trying to keep himself grounded. Dewy, you alright? The muffled telepathic conversations of the others went mostly silent in his mind at Aether's noticeable concern.

He wanted to say he was fine, but he couldn't get himself to, too tired and overwhelmed. He let the feelings slip through his mental barrier and heard the tiniest whine from Sunshine.

Oh Dewdrop, the meeting is almost done, sweetheart. You've been doing so good today, think you can hold a little longer? That was Cirrus - her voice comforting but stern, urging him to hold on. He thought he heard Mountain hum in agreement.

Dew's tail whipped anxiously against his leg in response. Aether's tail wrapped around his, the spade rubbing circles into his own. Humans and their stupid business, huh? I bet we can scare the life out of em once they're leaving. Swiss' attempt at lightening up Dew's mood was instantly shot down by Mountain and Rain.

Papa will understand if you need to step out. Rain's voice was soft, worried for the fire ghoul. Dew noticed Sunshine begin to physically nod along to Rain's comment before stilling herself. His tail tightened around Aether's as he took a few deep breaths.

N-no. He attempted to stay sternly. His mind went oddly quiet for a moment as if the other's were having a conversation of their own.

I bet Papa has noticed how good you've been today, darling. I'm sure he'll be more than willing to give you a reward if you make it to the end. Cumulus. Her voice was comforting but with a hint of amusement it seemed. He perked up at her words, the light promise of a reward. A reward from Papa. The ghouls knew what might motivate him to survive the rest of the meeting.

Dew? Being good for this long? I'm shocked, honestly. That was Mountain's dry voice and it sent a shiver of determination down his spine. He is good. He'll show him. Just need to last a little while longer standing here like a statue.

A giggle came from Sunshine. Oh he can be the goodest boy when he wants to be.

Oh absolutely. And Papa loves rewarding good behavior… I would know. Dewdrop's thighs clenched at Rain's words. His breath was speeding up, but this time in arousal.

Doing so well, Dewy. Keep it up, baby.

What cha thinkin' about, firefly? Being down on your knees for Papa? Waiting to serve him like a good little whore?

Dew held his breath as he felt slick beginning to soak his underwear. The meeting seemed to be wrapping up. Thank Lucifer below. He was going to be so good for his Papa. He needed to be. The ghouls will be so proud of him tonight.

Fuck. Such a good baby boy, Dewy, you smell delicious. Bet your cunt will be ready to take Papa once we're done, huh? Mountain's words punched an audible whine from his throat. His body stiffened in fear as he looked around at their guest and Sister, luckily none seemed to have noticed… but Papa did.

Copia glanced up at him and Aether with a concerned expression. Dew couldn't get himself to meet Copia's eyes. Did he mess up? Will Papa still want to reward him? The other ghouls sensed his panic.

Sshh Dew. It's alright. He's not angry. As if to punctuate Cirrus' words, Copia lowered his hand, hidden by the table, and squeezed Dewdrop's leg. Copia wasn't sure what was going on, but he noticed his stoic ghoul acting restless by his side. This was the best he could do to ease his discomfort after having to be silent and still by his side for so long.

Such a good boy. Cumulus purred. Dewdrop felt himself relax under her words and Copia's touch. His tail loosened its grasp around Aether's, rubbing itself against it instead.

Look at you baby, so soft. Swiss words weren't teasing, but rather full of fondness for the small fire ghoul.

Almost there, firefly. Look, they're leaving. Dewdrop whined as Copia stood, moving away from his grasp, to say his goodbyes. The ghouls silently bowed at the guests and filed out of the conference room once given the go ahead.

Dewdrop groaned at the uncomfortable feeling of his slick soaking his underwear, hopefully it wasn't noticeable on his uniform yet. The others were quick to crowd around him once away from the chaos, sniffing at the air around him. Hands were finding their way onto his body.

You made it, darling. So proud of you.

So good for us, so so good.

Dammit, Dewy, I need to taste you.

C'mon, love. I let Papa know we'll be waiting for him in his quarters and that a certain little fire ghoul needs his urgent attention.

Dewdrop flushed at Aether's words. His cunt was throbbing. Papa was going to reward him for being a good boy. His good boy.

Let's get you ready for him, huh baby boy? What do you say?

"Please."

[forlorn-crows]

⚘ A Little Thing Called Love ⚘

Rating: M for Mature

Pairing: Mountain/Cumulus

Tags: fluff, slice of life, cuddling, and a lil bit of kissin' and teasin'. author is in love with their love okay. the most mature you get is the word 'cock', some brief horn play and titty mentions.

Words: 1,210

Summary: What is Mountain and Cumulus' love, if not something to wax poetically about?

Read on AO3 or below the cut:

"Why're you so pretty," Mountain smiles sleepily, running his hands through Cumulus' hair. "Pretty, pretty . . ." The sunlight filters in through the greenhouse windows, dappled by nearby trees and casting her strands in a golden hue.

"Why are you so sweet, baby?" She smiles back. She scratches behind one of his horns just to see his face go lax and dopey. He hums appreciatively, the noise quickly turning into a rumbling purr. His tail thumps against the daybed. 

"My weakness," he complains through a laugh, nuzzling closer. 

"I know it." She runs her perfectly manicured nails along his scalp with lazy ease as she's done a thousand times over. Cooing as he snuffles against her chest and slips his arms around her middle.

Lazy days like these are always her favorite—afternoons spent holed up in the back corner of the greenhouse where the old daybed sits, lounging on blankets and furs gone ratty from years of use and tiny moth mouths. And of course, snuggled up in the arms of her favorite earth ghoul. 

Mountain, who adores her to no end, always welcomes her for a sun-warmed snooze or a cheeky, semi-secluded makeout-slash-humping session. These moments are his favorite too. Nothing but her jasmine and peachy scent surrounding him, and her eyes looking at him with all the love that can possibly fit in those baby blue irises. Like some inner part of his heart is touched every time she sings his name. 

“Hmm . . . dandelion?” he asks, peeking up at her through drowsy eyelids.

“Yes, sunflower?” The smile she gives him could bring any man—mortal or not—to his knees. 

“You're so good to me,” Mountain sighs. He shrugs her hand reluctantly out of his unruly waves in favor of nosing along her soft jawline. 

Cumulus tips her head back, inviting him to kiss at her supple skin. “It’s easy to be good to you,” she says, a little amused. “How could it ever be anything but?”

Mountain’s arms tighten around her. He smiles against her neck, placing more and more kisses along every inch of it. He would taste her skin for eons if she’d let him. Every inch of her is ripe, full of warmth and softness that lingers on his tongue for hours after indulging in her, no matter how much or how little she’s shared. 

Cumulus knows just how much he savors it. Savors her. Carries pieces of her on him until they inevitably fade, only to find himself back in her arms to gather more. Until his very being is bursting with their mutual touch and adoration. 

“Don’t know. But I may be forever in your debt from the amount of sweetness you afford me.” Mountain rubs his nose against her cheek. “Or, maybe I’ll just get one of those human cavities,” he teases, mouthing at her jaw. 

Cumulus giggles, swatting at him but not actually pushing him away. “Don’t eat me, you big beast. What will Papa say if his favorite ghoulette is stuck between the teeth of his drummer?”

“Ohh,” Mountain lilts, “his favorite, huh?” He pulls away to look at her with an arched brow and a coy, boyish smile. 

“Yep.” She boops the tip of his nose. ”One hundred percent. I tell nothing but the truth.”

“Ah, so you shan’t mind if I ask him to corroborate that fact, then?” Mountain shifts like he’s going to get up and do just that. 

“Mount—”

“No, no, you said it’s true, darling, I’m sure he’ll agree—”

He gets one leg off the daybed before Cumulus chirps and grabs him by the base of his horns, keeping him in place. She dissolves into a fit of giggles when his knee buckles and he falls back onto her. Her laugh rings through the room like a melodic birdsong carried on a gust of wind. It’s as big and lovely as she is; a sound of pure joy. Mountain does just about anything to hear Cumulus laugh. And Cumulus loves that he knows every little thing to pull even the tiniest huff of a chuckle from her. 

This, though, is not wholly on purpose. Mountain gives a breathy laugh in response to her launch at his horns, but it’s mixed with an embarrassingly moan-like noise that has a blush warming up the hue of his olive-toned skin. 

The air ghoulette smiles, pearly-white teeth all on display. “Oh no, baby, something the matter?” The soft pads of her fingers rub slowly around his horns, clutching less tightly now. But her grip is purposeful, teasing. She knows every sensitive spot on his body, and his horns are no different. 

The rub of her thumb against the raised skin around the base of his horns has him gasping, mouth falling open and hands wringing in the fabric of her shirt. 

“I will not give you the satisfaction of attempting to answer that quest–oh fu—” He cuts himself off with a whine as Cumulus’ hand twists just so. The action sends a shiver down his spine, one that lands in his gut and makes his stomach flip with sudden arousal. “Darling, you’ll be the end of me someday,” he says huskily, dropping his face back down to her chest. 

She hums and continues stroking. Soon enough she can feel his cock harden against her thigh. It’s always too easy when she has him like this—truly putty in the palms of her hands. 

Mountain, despite his token protest, wouldn’t change anything about his relationship with Cumulus. It's like she sees what no one else can, digs into all his soft spots as seamlessly and precisely as a ballet routine. He likes that she knows how to ruin him, because it also means she knows how to put him back together when he's broken into a thousand shards of himself. He can never be lost or incomplete when he’s with her. 

“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” she says, pulling down her shirt for his wandering mouth. He mouths over her chest so softly, yet so sloppy, dizzy with lust and infatuation. 

Cumulus, of course, wouldn’t either. The way he kisses her like she’s the only one in the world, holding her like the most delicate bloom on a rare orchid. Mountain cherishes all the parts of her body she tries to pinch away in the mirror, as well as the parts she proudly flaunts. But more than that, he loves her for all she is, holds every nuanced part of her with reverence. 

Together, they can just be. Content to spend their time together however the mood strikes, in whatever situation they find themselves in. A love like theirs can only be described as warm, nurturing, whole. It’s a love that breathes a satisfied sigh every time it’s expressed—every touch, every exhalation, every tear a pure moment of respect and adoration. 

Mountain pulls Cumulus closer, nuzzling along the underside of her breast, lips grazing closer and closer to her pebbled nipple. “I wouldn’t,” he agrees. He runs the tip of his tongue over her skin, delighting in the gasp that falls from her lips. “I’d let you ruin me over and over and over, dandelion.”

Their love is the closest to home a ghoul can get.

[ghoulangerlee]

Same Old Souls Playing Different Parts ; E ; 1/2

Pairing(s): Sunshine/Aurora, Sunshine/Cirrus/Cumulus, Sunshine/Cumulus/Cirrus/Aurora Rating: M so like, a couple weeks ago @to-spread-the-ministry replied to one of my posts with this and WELP it developed a bit plot, got a bit out of control, I realized that I write Sunshine in a way that's antagonizing(to me) and here we are. First chapter is plot adjacent while second chapter will be the actual smut that happens when Aurora and Sunshine work their differences out.

Aurora is brought into the fold of band ghouls for Papa Emeritus IV's newest tour. “You’re not replacing me,” Sunshine had been quick to assure her, “Your station at the church won’t be threatened. I just…need a break,” she’d murmured a bit tiredly, her bright coppery eyes almost dull. “With how things have been…I’m not in any shape to tour.” Things being the attempt at Papa’s life that Aurora had heard about via the way of whispers within the church. Talk of it being an inside job or something similar was rampant among the halls she frequented.

do you feel the burn between our hearts?

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 6

Week 6: Murder Ghoulettes and self-care

Aurora wakes up thirsty. Cumulus taking Aurora out on her first hunt, followed by a tiny bit of self-care with Cirrus afterwards.

Rating: M Content: murder ghoulettes, kinda vampire au, blood/violence/murder Words: 1270

In my mind Aurora is a huge Twilight-girlie, so you can't tell me she doesn't try and recreate Bella's first hunt to cope with learning what her topside diet includes...

Read below or on AO3! where this almost got named "good soup"

Aurora wakes up thirsty. She’s been topside for a few months by now, and while she’s mostly on top of this strangely fragile Vessel’s needs, she’s never felt a thirst quite like this. Her mouth feels drier than it does after a band rehearsal without water, like her throat is burning.

She delicately untangles herself from the arms of the ghoulettes around her and makes her way to the kitchen to get a drink. Grabbing the largest glass she can find, she fills it and gulps it down, immediately refilling it. Nothing. In fact her thirst seems to be worse than ever. Too cold some instinct screams at her. She puts the glass in the microwave, and takes another sip of the gently steaming liquid. Wrong. Aurora lets out a small growl which reverberates around the darkened kitchen, mocking her in her frustration. The lights flicker to life as Cirrus joins her in the kitchen, yawning widely.

“What’cha doing, Rory? ‘S too early to be up yet.”

Aurora turns to her with frantic eyes, gesturing to the half full glass of warm water, “I’m so thirsty Cir, but water just makes it worse!”

Cirrus seemed to wake up fully at that, blinking sleep from her quickly darkening eyes. “Ah. I thought you were overdue a feed. Lus is going on a trip soon, she’ll take you later.”

A feed? What sort of trip? Aurora rakes her fingers through her hair in frustration at Cirrus’s cryptic behaviour. With a tilt of her head at Aurora's confusion, Cirrus turns abruptly to head back to the dorms.

“Come on, you'll want to be sitting down for this.”

Aurora took the news well. Almost too well. Instead of the abject horror most ghouls displayed at having to hunt in their weak humanoid forms to survive topside, she seemed almost excited at the prospect.

"So we're like vampires up here?” There was a disconcerting gleam to her eyes. "That's so cool!”

Cirrus and Cumulus shared a glance. Oh dear. They recalled Aurora's current obsession with 2000s chick-flicks. She watched Twilight last week. Cumulus nodded sheepishly; at least this reaction was better than the hysterics from Sunny.

“Sure thing Starburst, just like Vampires.” Cumulus didn't specify that she meant the non-glittery-variety. “Go get changed, we'll head out this morning before the boys decide to join us. Rain always makes such a mess.”

Aurora practically skipped across the hall to her room.

"Good luck with that.” Cirrus remarked to Cumulus, “I'll have a hot bath ready when you get back.”

“Thanks love.” Cumulus rolled her eyes good-naturedly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I'll bring the little bloodsucker back in once piece.”

“I'm ready!” chirps Aurora from the doorway. She's met with stunned silence for a second.

"Sweetie,” Cirrus starts hesitantly, “What are you wearing?”

A short while later, once Aurora has been convinced that while yes, she definitely can wear that tiny silk dress, she really does have to put proper shoes on, Cumulus leads the way to the edge of the forest surrounding the Abbey. As she does, she makes a mental note of other movies to blacklist.

The pair trek through miles and miles of forest, well beyond the invisible perimeter wards of the Abbey. There is an agreement with the Clergy that although ghouls definitely need to feed, they should do so as far from the Abbey as possible, and not in the same region too often. After her initial excitement, Aurora now feels her mouth getting drier and drier with each step.

After what feels like hours, Cumulus stops, sniffing the air around them and smiling.

“Alright Rory, you're good to go.”

"What do I do?” Aurora asks uncertainly. The air here felt thick, and held the same allure as the waft of Mountain's freshly baked bread did.

“Oh you'll see,” Cumulus smirks, "just follow your nose.”

Aurora took a deep sniff before instinctually dropping into a hunting crouch. The scent was stronger down here, sticking to the leaves underfoot. She slinks through the trees, tracking the captivating smell until the air around them is rich with it. A gust of wind blows it even stronger in their direction, and she takes off running in the direction of the mouthwatering aroma. The branches around her tear at the flimsy satin of her dress and Cumulus has to laugh internally at the destruction: what did she expect?

The deer hunter Aurora has tracked never stood a chance. Before he could even link the sounds of branches snapping with danger, the small ghoulette is on top of him, his gun still raised in the direction of a spooked deer that is now bolting away.

She rips and tears at his flesh with vicious fangs and claws, carving through bone and sinew, and devouring blood, viscera, organs. The rush of warmth on her tongue and the sweet, metallic tang finally satiates her unholy thirst. As Aurora begins to return to herself from the red haze of the hunt, Cumulus looks on proudly, with feral eyes of her own. There is blood smeared around Aurora's mouth, her entirely ridiculous dress is hanging onto her by threads, more rip than fabric, and Cumulus can't help but marvel at her terrifying beauty.

She helps Aurora maneuverer the remains of the hunter's lifeless body deeper into the trees. By the time he is found, likely months later, his ghoulish mutilations will be indistinguishable from those caused by a wild animal. Possibly the ghouls will see talk of a bear attack in the newspapers the Siblings of the Abbey read.

Aurora’s thirst may be satisfied but Cumulus’s is only baited, so the pair move on. It isn’t done to share one’s prey with another ghoul if they are not mated, so Cumulus will find another victim, she always does. Sometimes they even come willingly, hypnotised by her unfathomable beauty in the depths of the unforgiving forest.

Eventually returning to the Abbey, Aurora find that the less feral she feels, the more she realises how deeply uncomfortable she is; cold and sticky, covered in mud, blood, and Satan only knows what else. Cumulus tempts her to keep moving quickly, despite the tiredness that is setting back into her bones, by telling her how Cirrus won't be able to resist her after a hunt. She’ll run them a warm bath, meticulously clean her claws for her, and take care of her in every way she knows. Cumulus tells Aurora how she's in for it now, as she looks every inch the terrifying hellbeast that she is.

They enter the ghoul wing with their hair everywhere, wild nests full of twigs and leaves. They are careful to avoid the common areas of the Abbey looking like this. All the ghouls, no matter how reckless they are when hunting, know better that to give any indication to the Siblings of Sin that this side of them exists.

“How'd the little vampire do?” Cirrus asks Cumulus when they tumble into her room, jumping up to begin picking detritus out of her Mate's hair and usher them both towards the cloud of sweet-smelling steam emanating from the bathroom.

Aurora is doing great: she’s preening just inside the door, feigning nonchalance as she picks blood out from under her claws. The dress maybe didn’t survive as well as she expected, the liquid silk slip hanging off her small frame in tatters. She shoots out a delicate tongue to lap up a spot of blood on her arm, her high-pitched purr reverberating around the room with self-satisfaction.

Cumulus smirks, “Oh, she’s gonna be just fine up here Riri.”