#dont worry ill never stop posting ghoulette goodness

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Been listening to a lot of Chappell Roan all day, especially Naked In Manhattan, and now I am thinking about the ghoulettes first time having sex together after a show 😊💙

An inch away from more than just friends

Touch me, baby, put your lips on mine

Could go to hell but we'll probably be fine

I know you want it, baby, you can have it

Oh, I've never done it, naked in Manhattan

Their first show is a whirlwind; full of excitement, nerves, shared moments of reassurance. Truthfully, it goes better than either Cirrus or Cumulus could have imagined—they both hit all of their marks, got special recognition from Copia, and bowed to the loudest applause either of them had ever heard. The crowd rings in their ears long after the show is over, all the way up until they reach the door to their hotel room.

Cirrus pulls the key from her pocket, nearly dropping the card in shaking hands. She laughs as she fumbles it a bit, but eventually she slides it in, releasing the lock. Cirrus enters the small, dingy room and holds the door open for Cumulus, who follows behind with both of their overnight bags. Cumulus flashes her a fangy smile as she passes. It makes Cirrus’ heart hammer in her chest.

The shorter ghoulette drops their bags into a random corner, turning back to Cirrus with a smile on her face.

“That was the best night ever,” she says, bouncing on her heels.

Cirrus shuts the door and sags against it, trilling contently. “It was, wasn’t it?”

Cumulus walks closer to her. “And you did so well, Cir. That keytar solo was the best you’ve ever done it!”

Cirrus blushes and laughs. “Please, you were the star. Just like a songbird with those vocals.”

Cumulus covers her face with her hands, a twin rosy blush creeping across her cheekbones. “Stop it!”

“I mean it,” Cirrus pushes. She pulls Cumulus’ hands away from her face, gently cradling them in her own. “You did great, ‘Lus.”

Cumulus stares at their joined hands, going silent. Her eyes flick back up to Cirrus, who’s looking at her with complete admiration. The shorter ghoulette can’t help the gasp that escapes her lips, suddenly taken aback. Something softens in her expression as Cirrus’ eyes search her own, caught in their own little vortex.

“Cirrus?” Cumulus whispers, unconsciously leaning closer.

“Yeah?” She almost misses the way Cirrus’ eyes flicker lower on her face; a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it movement, but perceptible with how they linger suspiciously on her mouth. Her thumbs rub little circles into Cumulus’ palms. It’s dizzying how quickly it pulls her in.

“Can I . . .?” Cumulus lets the sentence trail off, the question hanging in the air between them.

Cirrus’ heartbeat hammers in her ears. “Please,” she breathes, lunging towards Cumulus before she even finishes the word.

Cumulus pulls her against her body, slotting their mouths together easily. “Fuck,” she gasps, roaming her hands over the taller ghoulette.

“Yeah,” Cirrus moans back, already backing her towards the bed. The mattress is hard and the sheets are scratchy against her skin when they land on it, but she doesn’t care. All that matters is Cumulus’ body finally beneath hers and Lucifer does it feel right.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” Cirrus says between kisses. She wraps her hands in Cumulus’ long curly tresses, sighing as she moves to kiss along her jaw.

“Ages,” Cumulus answers for her, for herself. “Oh, ages, Cir.”

“Wanna worship this body, worship you,” she babbles, continuing her descent to her warm neck.

“Please,” Cumulus whines. She yanks Cirrus’ hand out of her hair, guiding it down to her crotch. Cirrus gasps as she rolls her hips into her hand, clothed cunt hot against her palm.

“Fuck, baby,” Cirrus groans, already sitting up to shuck her clothes. “Off, take ‘em off.”

Cumulus doesn’t think she’s ever gotten undressed faster, pulling Cirrus back on top of her as soon as the last of the fabric is yanked from her body.

“Gorgeous,” Cirrus mutters. “Absolutely beautiful.” She kisses every part of Cumulus’ skin delicately, like its something of reverence.

“Oh, your mouth, Cir. Your mouth, unholy—” Her words are cut off with a groan as Cirrus takes one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking and rolling it against her tongue. She palms the opposite breast, grinding lightly against Cumulus’ plush thigh. She’s hot and wet already against her skin. The shorter ghoulette grabs her ass with a moan, pushing her harder against her thigh.

Cirrus tosses her head back. “Yes, fuck yes.” The friction is divine against her clit, quick and dirty in all the best ways.

“Satanas, look at you, oh.” Cumulus guides her to grind harder against her thigh, just as Cirrus slips her fingers between her folds, rubbing over her clit. They moan in tandem, melting further into each other.

It’s messy and over far too quickly, but it’s perfect in ways that matter only to them.

#i'll have you know i sQUEALED when i read this ask #femslash february #one more day of it lmaooo oops #dont worry ill never stop posting ghoulette goodness #ask #anon #fanfic #ficlet #the band ghost #cirrus x cumulus #cumulus x cirrus #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #also PERFECT song for this