Ghoul heeadcanon’s, cause why not??
No NSFW
Aurora
Definitely collects things, like trinkets or coins
Doesn’t like potatoes (idk)
Doesn’t understand he concept of cars, because they don’t have them in the pit
“Why don’t the humans just walk?”
Probably doesn’t understand buses, planes, and boats. That sort of thing
Cumulus
Loves glee, her favourite character is Mercedes
Is an amazing chef
She definitely says “oops” when she knocks something over
Doesn’t understand why sexism exists. Because in the pit all ghouls and ghoulette’s are treated the same
“Wait, human girls are treated like that?”
Cirrus
Can’t cook for the life of her
Her ringtone is definitely a recording of one of the ghouls saying ‘ring ring’ over and over again
I can picture her tapping the top of door frames when she walks under them
Doesn’t understand why humans don’t have elements
Mountain
Also taps the top of door frames (definitely teases Dew that he can’t reach the top)
Can’t cook, but is an amazing baker
He has a greenhouse outside and keeps smaller plants on his windowsill
Doesn’t understand that he’s a literal giant and just thinks everyone else is tiny
Phantom
Tried to learn how to cook, is now permanently banned from being within three foot of an oven ever again
Dances around with headphones in the middle of the night
Gives all the ghouls random hugs at the most random times
Like, they could be getting a pot out of a drawer and phantom will just walk up and hug them
Doesn’t get why Dewdrop is so warm
“I’m a fire ghoul, that’s why” Dew said to him one time
“Huh?”
Swiss
Loves shortbread for some reason
Picks the ghouls up and carries them around
Tried to pick mountain up once and practically broke his back
Loves drawing
It’s still sinking in that Phantom and Aurora are still getting used to earth, so sometimes he’ll say something and the new ghoul/ette won’t understand and he’ll be like “how do you not know that?”
Dewdrop
Is an oven so in the winter everyone clouds around him
Hates to admit he likes to get hugs
He may seem all angry and excited all the time, but as soon as you massage his scalp it back he is like a puppy
He keeps a small pendant in his pocket that Aether gave him before he left
He DIDNT ever hate Phantom because he replaced Aether. He accepted that Aether wasn’t coming back, so he was okay with phantom
Rain
Tried to teach Cumulus bass for some reason????
Eats practically every meal with a spoon
Cereal, noodles, soup, and toast are half of what he eats
Ironically hates the sound of rain
Loves to annoy Mountain
Like poking him and humming all the time, but mountains too much of a sweetheart to say anything
That just annoys rain lol
Is actually an amazing drawer, Swiss taught him how to draw
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the cumulus is in a rut and cirrus is in heat fic :)
contains: cunnilingus, fingering, ladies in love, the concepts of heats and ruts without it being overly there, a very brief mention of cirrus's breeding kink but it's only a mention, and wings :)
WOMEN!
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Cumulus feels...heat, uncomfortable, a pressure building in her lower stomach—all encompassing.
Dutifully, she checks her calendar, the small hard cover planner she keeps with her, flipping through well worn pages until she finds the right date and well.
Well. She's at the beginning of it, her rut. Five days. The first two make her skin feel uncomfortably tight, like she's being stretched thin over her own bones. The third one is when she starts to really feel it. When she needs a partner to help her satiate the hunger.
The fourth and fifth day, well, she doesn't want to think about those right now, already feeling on a sort of hair trigger since she'd rolled out of bed this morning.
She goes on about her day, mostly, feeling a bit listless as she does—she catches a sympathetic look from Dew, allowing him close enough once to scent her, a low purr rumbling in his chest.
"It'll be okay, Cu," Dew murmurs, and he's never been terrible at comfort despite what he thinks, his arms settling loosely around her shoulders in a hug.
Cumulus allows herself to lean into it—they're not incompatible, but her body yearns for something that Dew can't give her right now. She's grateful though, for the comfort, his steady scent not spiking in any way, arousal or otherwise.
(She's only mildly afraid of what she could be capable of if she were to catch the scent of arousal so soon.)
"I was going to go down to the lake, it's a nice day out. Do you wanna come?" Dew murmurs into her hair.
Cumulus wants to shake her head, pull from his embrace and go lock herself in her room for a bit while the fire in her belly licks tantalizingly at her very being.
"It'll be good for you," Dew needles her gently, he's not pushing but he's not backing down in her silence. "You know how stinky the church gets when everyone starts waking up for the day. Do you really want to subject yourself to that?"
She doesn't, is the issue, and Dew knows this.
"Yeah, okay, at least let me pack a bag first so I have a few things." She finally settles on, briefly mourning the closeness of Dew when he finally pulls back.
"Sure thing," he says, smiling at her. "I'm going to go pack a lunch. I'm feeling like a nice relaxing day at the lake is in order. Probably won't be able to drag myself out of the water for lunch, later."
Cumulus nods and allows herself to calm down at the prospect of being only surrounded by nature and the one ghoul who's nearly perfect at keeping his scent in check.
They split ways, only long enough for Cumulus to pack a few things; a book and a towel, she throws a swimsuit in as a last minute thing, just in case she gets needled into swimming with Dew—she also changes into something lighter, a flowy t-shirt and a pair of shorts, the material soft and comfortable against her skin.
When she exits her room a little bit later, Dew's waiting at the end of the hall, a brown basket sitting at his feet and a blanket folded over his arm; he's also dressed down, casual in swim trunks and a tank top—he's glamoured, much like she is, so his skin is pale and lightly freckled from his time in the sun.
"There you are," Dew says with a smile, soft and friendly as he scoops the basket up again, "Ready?"
She smiles in return and goes over to him, nudging her shoulder against his, "Ready."
Together, they head down to the lake, only running into a couple of siblings who offer waves to them before carrying on—Cumulus is glad for this, unsure if she could stand the small talk today, already so on edge from the heat running through her veins.
The lake is peaceful and quiet, there's a slight breeze though the sun shines high in the sky, warming the entire area—quietly, they set everything up, Dew spreading the blanket out on the pier, placing the basket on one of the corners and motions for Cumulus to make herself comfortable.
She does, her rut still burning below her skin, in her veins, a steady reminder that it's there and setting in, but she's able to lie back on the blanket, eyes fluttering closed as the sun bears down on her.
She doesn't see Dew, but she can smell when he removes his shirt, dropping it into a pile near her; not close enough for his scent to bother her, but close enough that it offers some sort of comfort to her—and then, there's a splash, a whoop of laughter as Dew comes up to the surface of the water.
She can smell his happiness, the warm and rich scent making her purr softly, she's not providing for him, she doesn't provide for another who goes into rut, but being part of his happiness, of his own way to relax on a day off makes her happy too.
Cumulus dozes on the pier, warm and happy in the sun as the sounds of Dew splashing around the lake fade into nothingness.
It's the first reprieve that she's had since waking this morning to the burning beneath her skin.
At some point, she wakes up—slowly, like all of her limbs are underwater. She stays horizontal and rolls over onto her side, Dew's sitting a distance away from her, bare chested and watching the clouds float through the sky. There's an unwrapped sandwich next to him and a bottle of water.
Her stomach growls and Dew glances over at her, a serene smile on his face, "Hey sleepy head," he says, and then he tilts his head towards the basket, "Food's in there. Should still be good. Cirrus packed you something special when I told her you were coming down here with me."
Something clenches in her belly at that, a low rumble of a purr in her chest as she slowly sits up, stretching her limbs out.
In the basket, there's something wrapped in a checkered napkin, and Cumulus can smell the remains of Cirrus's scent on it when she pulls it close—she doesn't think too hard about the date written in green sparkly pen in her calendar, the one that matches up with her own in matte blue ink.
It's just a sandwich, but it's a somewhat indulgent one with pepper spiced turkey, lettuce, tomato and green apple slices, a light spread of mayonnaise on one side of the bread and the barest hint of cream cheese on the other.
It's her favorite.
She tears into it with a ravenous hunger, the bread, meat, vegetable and fruit melting away under her teeth—it's easily the best thing she's ever eaten, fisting the napkin in one of her hands as if hoping the rest of Cirrus's scent would rub away into her skin.
"So, tomorrow, you think you'll be okay? I mean, I could make more time for you, obviously. Maybe go bird watching or whatever it is you air ghouls like to do," Dew says, humor in his tone as he teases her. "But, I do have a hot date with a water ghoul later, so if I'm needed it'll have to be early morning."
"Swiss likes bird watching and he's mostly an outlier," Cumulus says around a mouthful of food. "But no, I think this time may be different." She squeezes the napkin tighter in her hand, "I believe I'm being courted."
Dew gives her a funny look, "Aren't you and Cirrus already mated?" He asks, narrowing his eyes. "You do that whole mated pair thing already."
Cumulus snorts softly, "Come on, Dew. Don't tell me you've never tried to spice things up with someone you've been together with for a long time." She says, and then she smiles, soft and gentle, "It's a thing we do. Every couple hundred years. Sometimes I court her when she's about to go into heat. Sometimes she courts me when I'm going into a rut. Depends on what we're feeling."
"That's disgustingly domestic of you two. Though I think you ladies may be the outlier here." Dew says with a shrug. "Personally, my longest courting has been since I've been summoned. So, for only a few years. I don't think it's been long enough to do it again." He gets a sort of thoughtful look on his face, "Might take Aether by surprise if I started trying to court him again."
Cumulus finishes her sandwich and folds the napkin up carefully, tucking it into the collar of her shirt, "I forget that compared to us, some of you are babies," she says with a little laugh.
"Uh huh," Dew says with a roll of his eyes, before he fishes out another bottle of water from the basket and tosses it in her direction.
Cumulus bares her teeth at him as she catches it, "I'm just saying, it's nice sometimes, to fall back into old habits with someone you care about."
Dew has a thoughtful look on his face, he's not looking at Cumulus anymore, but towards the sky, "Huh," he says slowly. "You and Cirrus have been together for...a while, yeah?"
"Millennia." Cumulus says, as if she's talking about some small and insignificant number of years. "Swiss too, but he was. Well, he was later. A couple hundred years later." She smiles, a soft and private thing, "Cirrus and I have seen the rise and fall of many civilizations, both here and in the pits."
"Huh." Dew says again, "Maybe you are onto something, birdy."
Cumulus laughs then, light and happy, feeling warm and content as she settles back onto her back again. "Guess you better listen to me then, waterbug."
Dew scoffs at the name, but soon the conversation grows quiet and Cumulus's eyes flutter closed again, another round of tiredness pulling at her.
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The next day she wakes up warmer than before, naked and pressed against Cirrus's back, nose right against where her scent is thickest.
A chirp, soft and content, Cirrus's hand coming back to comb through her unruly hair—the haze of heat overtaking as Cumulus leans into her touch.
She can smell the scent of heat just burning under Cirrus's skin, the need to provide calls deep from in her bones as she presses closer, rolling them until Cirrus is on her front and Cumulus can stretch out across her back, blanketing her—pressing her down against the bed as she does.
Cirrus purrs loudly, content to let Cumulus keep her there. She folds her arms and pillows her head on them, face turned to the side—her features lax and open, happy.
With an answering purr, Cumulus leans down and nuzzles into her jaw, feeling soft downy feathers against her own as she does—before her brain goes too much, she makes a note to have Cirrus sit up later, have her wings on display so she can properly groom them, the most basic act of love of their kind.
Cirrus angles her head, tipping it to the side, purring louder as she puckers her lips, urging Cumulus down with the pout of her lips—she's eager to comply, pressing their lips together sweetly in a chaste kiss.
For a while, they stay like this, trading kisses back and forth, Cirrus's purrs loud and content as she lounges under Cumulus—basking in the weight against her back, the press of bare skin against bare skin.
Warmth surrounds the two of them, scents thickened with pheromones; at some point, Cumulus urges Cirrus up into a sitting position, coaxes her to drop her glamour fully so her wings are out.
She starts at the base of one wing, careful as she coaxes the messy feathers into order until Cirrus is warm putty under her touch, sagging forward as her wings twitch with each pass of her fingers through the feathers.
It's quiet except for the low song that Cumulus is humming, something she'd written on her own, a gentle ode to her love for Cirrus—there's no words, but neither of them need words to convey feelings anymore.
As she finishes one wing, she moves onto the next, spends a considerable amount of time putting all the feathers into order, plucking out the ones that have become a nuisance, Cirrus's scent is warm and sweet, her eyes drooping and sleepy; a true sign of trust and intimacy.
Cumulus keeps an eye on Cirrus, knows when her heat hits that she goes mostly nonverbal, choosing to mostly speak through their bond if she needs to, prefers to give into her instincts—she keeps such a front up when around everyone else, a proper shoulder to lean on, someone who can be firm, a leader.
But here, when they're together, when the press of heat is under her skin, when she's in Cumulus's arms, she allows herself to give up control, trusts that Cumulus knows what she needs, what's best for her.
Knows how to take care of her.
At some point, Cirrus finds herself stretched out on her back, her wings spread out under her while Cumulus's own flare out behind her.
Cumulus has a knee between Cirrus's legs, draws her into a sweet kiss as she shifts closer, presses the heft of her thigh right against Cirrus's cunt.
Cirrus makes a noise into the kiss, claws at Cumulus's arms, at her sides, presses her fingers into soft skin as she grinds down against her, panting as the heat overtakes her, as her mind goes hazy and dumb with it.
It's such a treat, to have her like this, desperate and needy, wet and sticky, messy and Cumulus deepens the kiss, reaches down between her legs and presses her fingertips against the stiff point of her clit—the sudden pressure making Cirrus shudder, a wounded noise tearing its way through her chest as she comes.
Always so easy the first time, Cumulus thinks with some delight, happy that she's able to provide this for her mate. It makes the low burn of her own rut flare up, she doesn't need anything just yet though, content to take Cirrus apart over and over again.
When Cirrus's legs stop shaking, Cumulus pulls her fingers away, brings them up to her lips and takes a moment to taste, humming happily as the thick scent of her mate coats her tongue, worms its way into her senses, her very being.
"Cu," Cirrus mumbles out loud, half delirious, one hand shoved against her shoulder, trying to urge her downwards, "Your mouth, please," she manages to get out.
Cumulus shushes her, kisses her again and they share the taste of Cirrus's slick for a moment, Cirrus's hand getting more insistent and pushy as she tries to redirect Cumulus once more—so she goes, easily, pulls away from the kiss and slinks down the bed, settles on her chest between Cirrus's legs, mouthing kisses along her inner thighs.
There's a litany of praises, of pleases in Cumulus's mind, all coming from her bond with Cirrus as she moves higher and higher until she's able to mouth over her cunt, drag the tip of her tongue along the seam of her lips, a little bit of a tease as she uses two fingers to spread them just enough to drag the flat of her tongue over Cirrus's clit.
Cirrus's hand drops to her hair, not tugging or pulling though, just resting there, keeping her close even as Cumulus continues to tease her with slow little kitten licks, gentle touches even though Cirrus feels like she's burning up from the inside.
Only when a white falls from Cirrus's mouth, sad and despondent, does Cumulus give in, firming up her tongue, each pass along her clit now slow and sensual as she works two fingers into her slowly, curling them upwards—it's just enough to fill Cirrus up, just enough to sate her need but not enough to get her off just yet.
It's perfect, in a maddening way as Cirrus's fingers pet along Cumulus's scalp and she hooks a leg over Cumulus's shoulder, using her heel to pull her closer until Cumulus's face is right against her, her hand squished between them even as she continues to undulate her fingers inside her.
She's begging, she realizes, unsure if out loud or through the bond, the fire in her veins calling for more and Cumulus provides, she happily provides as she presses another finger into her, stretching them and curling them, pressing upwards as she sucks at her clit.
The force and suddenness of this orgasm catches the both of them off guard, Cirrus gushing around Cumulus's fingers, wetting her chin and throat easily, her wrist, her entire hand.
Cirrus makes an urgent noise, tugs, tugs, tugs until Cumulus comes up, knees over her and Cirrus hooks a leg around her waist now, pulls their lower bodies together as she offers up her mouth in a filthy kiss, licking the taste of herself from Cumulus's tongue.
They make out for a bit, Cirrus making happy noises into each kiss, her hand tight in Cumulus's hair to keep her their as their hips rock together minutely—Cirrus can feel the tell-tale signs that Cumulus is affected by all of this, by her own rut, by Cirrus's heat.
It doesn't happen often, only when their cycles line up like this, but Cirrus can feel it, the way Cumulus's clit is hard, peeking out from between her folds, engorged and hot, it nudges between her folds, against her clit with each grind upwards, she's making noises into each kiss, soft little uh uh uhs that have Cumulus purring happily, too content to part ways.
They don't really need to breathe anyway.
She doesn't push even if she wants to, wants to beg Cumulus to fuck her, to fill her, to breed her, make her belong to Cumulus once again after all these years together—she has to stop the train of thought, before it spills over into the bond, but it must anyway because Cumulus laughs softly, musically, pulls away from the kiss and whispers soon against her slack mouth, grinding down against her like she's already trying to make room inside her.
It's wet and slick between them, Cirrus can smell the thick scent of Cumulus's arousal now mixed with her own, she wants to bury her face between Cumulus's legs where the scent is the thickest, take her into her mouth until she's ready to fuck—she whines out loud, grips tight at Cumulus's hips as she comes again, the insistent nudging of Cumulus's clit against hers too much to handle.
She clenches around nothing and briefly mourns, but Cumulus is once again a beautiful, wonderful mate because she reaches between them and stuffs three fingers into Cirrus again, quickly brings her off once more so Cirrus has something to clench around.
It's bliss. True and utter bliss.
"Lovely, lovely," Cumulus murmurs, kissing along her hairline as she comes down again, shuddering as she leaves her fingers inside, curling them just enough so it feels like she's able to hold them. Like they're going to plug her up and keep her full until the heat subsides.
Cirrus purrs happily, loud and content as she allows Cumulus to smother her in kisses, little pecks along her skin as her heat subsides for now, now that she's come and she's full.
Cumulus presses one last kiss to her mouth, pulls back and smiles down at her, "Good?" she asks, she keeps her arm as still as she can, there's an ache in her wrist, in her elbow but she settles down against Cirrus again, pressing her into the bed, "Good, mate?"
"Good," Cirrus mumbles back, turning her head to nuzzle Cumulus's cheek. "Sleepy now."
"Of course, love," Cumulus murmurs, feeling her own rut start to sink its claws into her, but she pushes it down, ignores it for now, "Rest now."
Later on, she'll have Cirrus present for her, she'll grind against her, fill her up until the two of them are locked together as one while Cirrus goes pliant and soft underneath her.
For now, she presses one last kiss to Cirrus's lips, soft and sweet and full of love and drifts off into a light sleep.
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⁸⁾ “let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” [ copia and Cumulus ]
Ohhhhh boyyyy, you know I've been loving some Copia and Cumulus together. This was fun to do X3
Content: Bondage, anal toys, oral sex (female receiving), gags, dom/sub dynamic, Copia being a very good boy for Cumulus
Word Count: 1005
Copia moaned around the gag, never taking his eyes off of the ghoulette seated before him on the bed. Cumulus was busy filing her sharp claws, humming with such a pretty smile on her lips. He couldn’t move as he knelt before her. His hands were bound behind him with red cuffs and he was forced into the kneeling position before her.
He had been talking up a storm ever since they got to her room together and she made quick work of silencing him and using him how she liked. It was one of those nights where he needed to be with her and let her take control.
Seeing her seated before her like the queen she was made him all the more needy as he looked up at her hungrily. His cock twitched, ready for use, but he would have to wait for her to decide on what to do.
Another moan from him got Cumulus’s attention who giggled and held up the key to his gag and the remote for the plug that was deep in his ass.
“Are you ready to take that off, hon?” She asked.
Copia nodded, moving his hips and grunting when the toy hit a sensitive spot. Cumulus giggled and moved behind him. She wrapped an arm around his middle, squeezing his soft stomach as she unlocked the gag and took it off. Copia gasped as he took a deep breath. The air was so much cooler now with her being so close to him.
“Thank you, amore,” he murmured.
“You were talking too much earlier and it gave me an idea, Papa,” Cumulus purred, reaching over and grabbing a leash and collar. Copia perked up at what she said, eager to hear about what she was going to do to him.
“Yes, what do you wish to do?”
Cumulus smirked and put the collar around his throat, tightening it and making him grunt. She then attached the leash to it and gave it a tug, bringing him closer to her after she sat herself on the bed. He didn’t dare resist as he gazed in wonder at the ghoulette.
“Let’s put that smart mouth to good use,” Cumulus purred, spreading her legs and revealing that she was wearing nothing under her skirt. Copia’s eyes widened in awe at the sweet treat that was being offered to him. This was a privilege that only the rest of her pack was allowed to have. No other human was allowed to see this except for him.
“Of…Of course, amore. I won’t disappoint you,” Copia said, licking his lips as her sweet aroma filled his senses. He didn’t realize just how hungry he was for her.
“Less talking, more eating, Papa,” Cumulus ordered, giving the leash a hard tug and pulling him forward to a delicious feast.
Copia eagerly buried his face in between her legs, making sure he kissed along her clit before licking and sucking on it hungrily. The ghoulette moaned softly, leaning back on the bed and pulling him in closer. There was a click and the toy in his ass buzzed with life, making Copia moan against her pussy.
“Fuck….Good boy…Keep going,” Cumulus murmured.
Copia smiled and continued devouring her, his cock throbbing at the thought of possibly fucking her if she allowed him to. He would make sure she was more than satisfied until morning if she so pleased. He needed to be praised and rewarded for pleasing his beloved ghoulette and he was going to give her his all.
Copia continued sucking on his clit while pushing his tongue inside her. The more he consumed her, the more intoxicated he became. Even if he didn’t get to fuck her, he was more than happy to spend the night in between her legs and drink every last drop of her.
Moments passed and the ghoulette’s moans became all the louder as she laid back on the bed, arching her back and bringing him closer.
“Don’t stop!” She growled, wrapping her soft thighs around his head.
This was it. Copia kept sucking on her clit despite his head being crushed. If he died like this, it was a hell of a way to go.
The ghoulette screamed an animalistic scream as she finally came, spilling herself on his face. Copia closed his eyes in pure bliss as he drank her up greedily. Cumulus’s scream died down and she breathed heavily, her thighs quivering around his head. She slowly sat up, unwrapping her thighs from around him. Copia only smiled up at her, his mouth still on her slick pussy, ready for more.
“Good…Good boy. You did so well,” Cumulus breathed, reaching down to caress his cheek.
“I did. I’d love to have some more, cara mia,” Copia crowed, turning to nuzzle and kiss her hand. Cumulus purred softly, lightly tickling his skin with her sharp claws.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Papa. If you can make me cum like that again, I’ll give you an even sweeter reward. It’s a surprise though, so you have to be an extra good boy for me,” Cumulus cooed, kissing the top of his head.
Copia liked the sound of that. If only he could use his hands on her, then he could really please her.
“Can you take these cuffs off for me? You know I have magic hands,” he said with a chuckle.
“How do you ask nicely, Papa?” Cumulus asked, a playful smile on her lips.
“Please, cara mia. You know how that song goes. I’ll tickle you internally,” Copia crooned, licking his lips.
The ghoulette giggled and used her tail to unlock the cuffs and free his hands. Copia sighed in relief at the freedom, rubbing his sore wrists and getting the feeling back in them.
“Don’t make me change my mind about the cuffs, Papa. I was starting to like seeing you bound like that,” Cumulus said, spreading herself out for him and beckoning him closer with a single claw.
“I won’t, amore.”
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