redamancy ❣︎ ghost fics & drabbles

post-tour sex party

anonymous asked: pink i don't know if your requests are open or if this is even something you'd be willing to write but i saw you drabble about the ghouls not being allowed to have sex on tour and having a sex party when they get back and it's been stuck in my head since so do you think that maybe, MAYBE, you could write something about that. anything.

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"You wanna be in there, don't you? You wanna be like them?"

Dew whimpers around Aether's cock deep in the back of his mouth. His lips feel so impossibly stretched around him, it's something he'll have to get used to again after being away for so long. He struggles to look up through teary eyes and a groan tears from his throat when he meets heavy lidded ones and takes a hard thrust to the back of his throat. "Keep trying to prove it–show me that you deserve to be fucked like one of the girls and maybe I'll consider it." Despite the tears in his eyes and how violently he chokes, Dew swallows him down and gives the Quintessence ghoul his all–shows him how much he misses him so maybe, maybe, he'll fuck him in the circle where the ghoulettes are all currently getting fucked within an inch of their lives and not hidden away in the corner where he can only imagine why they're all moaning and growling the way they are.

Mountain's got Sunshine bent over the back of the couch. Her claws dig deep into the canvas covers a sibling had placed over the furniture for this very reason. She's thrown forward against the cover with every thrust. There will be a rash on her chest come morning from the rubbing, but for now she doesn't care. She's only had Aether to satisfy the burning in her core for months, and don't get her wrong, Aether's dick is great, but Mountain's so deep she can feel him in her stomach and the grip he has on her hips is so strong it's clear he's more than missed her. She'll have to be carried to bed once he's finished with her.

When Rain had initially grabbed Cumulus by a thick chunk of her hair, he'd steered her down to the floor, undressed her less than ideally by practically ripping through cotton with his fangs. He'd licked her out, devoured her with his mouth until her legs shook and she closed her thighs around his ears, and when he'd completely soaked through his pants he'd ripped those off, too. Now he's got the air ghoulette on her back against the worn common room carpet. He thrusts lazily in and out of her warm body, much too slow and listless to get anywhere, preoccupied by a much younger ghoul's tongue in his mouth. He grips the young quintessence ghoul by his jaw, holds him close and strong to press their mouths together. They've given up on kissing, settled for sucking each others' tongue and memorizing the ridges of their teeth and fangs. Swapping spit and breathy little moans. Cumulus and Aurora on the other hand, haven't been reduced to such careless actions. They do their best to keep a rhythm while simultaneously getting fucked by their respective, well-endowed ghouls. Cumulus holds herself up by her elbows, hovering over the other ghoulette with a sex-drunk smile on her swollen lips. Aurora begs her to smother her in her titties, Cumulus promises her she will after a few more minutes and a lot more kisses. The smaller ghoulette pulls her in again. They become hidden by a curtain of white curls.

Cirrus and Swiss are having a battle for dominance on the kitchen table. It'll have to be scrubbed five times over when they're done, perhaps sanded down and refinished... They wrestle with teeth and tongue and claws, tearing at clothes until they fall to the floor and grabbing at skin until it's blooming with hickey or bruise. They work quickly, ridding eachother of their clothes until they're bare and pressing warm bodies together until they become a tangle of limbs. The noises coming from that corner of the room are animalistic, feral and desperate for a long overdue release, much different from everyone else. Swiss has pinned the ghoulette on her back for the time being. He holds her wrists above her head with all of his weight. If it hurts she doesn't show her pain at all. He thrusts hard, slams their hips together and makes the wood creak, and Cirrus feebly tries to pull her wrists free. She won't be able to push him away like this, but she's got her legs wrapped around his waist. One swing and the massive ghoul will lose his balance, teeter on the edge of the table, and will ultimately face the decision to fall alone or bring the ghoulette down with him... For now she lets him fuck her, any second she could change her mind and the tables will turn. Literally.

They have hours to go until anyone is sated..