#dewdrop goul

[iamthecomet]

I should be sleeping.

But instead, I'm wearing a GIANT sweatshirt, and thinking about how Dew definitely steals other people's clothes.

He loves Aether’s t-shirts. They're well worn, and shockingly soft. He loves how they fall to his thighs, and hang loose over his shoulders. Aether’s scent lasts longer than anyone else's. Dew has an entire drawer dedicated to those shirts.

Mountains sweatshirts are his favorite. He feels like he's swimming in them. They're big, and warm, and impossibly comfortable. He frequently sleeps in them on cold nights, snuggling his entire body into them. Mountains clothes are best for winter. They always smell like spring.

For crop tops, he goes to Cumulus and Sunshine. They both like to cut the necks out, and Dew likes the way they hang, asymmetrical, over his shoulders, showing collarbone and a peek of rib when he raises his arms.

He doesn't steal Rain's shirts as often. They're too close to the same size. But he likes Rain's sweatpants. They hang a little looser on Dews hips, so he has to roll them, exposing sharp hipbones. He has to be careful not to step on the bottoms. He doesn't want to accidentally wear holes in them.

He usually only takes button-ups from Swiss. He wears them open. He likes bunching the collar up around his nose, inhaling Swiss through the fabric. They're great for hot summer nights. Light and breezy and smelling cozy like dark December nights.

From Cirrus, he steals tank tops. They're tight on her, but they hang, flowing, against his ribs. The neckline plunging to reveal the bones of his sternum. They're always so soft. And they always smell faintly of lilac.

He tried to steal one of Copia's jackets once. But Copia knew immediately (Dew swears it has something to do with the eye). Copia gave Dew an old robe instead. It's been months, and it still smells like Copia just shrugged out of it. Dew suspects that has something to do with the eye too.

No one knows where the clothes are going. They just assume things are getting lost in the wash, misplaced by the staff. They shrug it off, ask around. Dew always plays dumb.

But really, he's sneaking into their rooms when they're away and pilfering things from their closets. He never wears the clothes outside of his room. He reserves them for sleeping or moments where he feels particularly lonely.

Aether caught him in one of his t-shirts once, and Dew made up a lie about it coming back with his laundry. And that he didn't realize who it really belonged to.

Usually, once the scent has worn off, Dew will sneak it back. Folding it and putting it back exactly where he found it. The only clue that it was really gone at all is the lingering smell of cinnamon and woodsmoke.

[laurippo]

New obsession 👀 I'm definitely making more

[serene-sun]

some little thoughts about the ghouls

Idea- in order to be a ghoul (aka child of satan/angel of hell) you wouldn't have a miserable death in your last human life. So with such brutal and traumatic ends, you are reborn in the fire of hell. These are not so brutal but (IMO) pretty average deaths concerning the latest centuries. All of this affects their elements (kinda)

TW: pretty obvious but sad type deaths, character death, religious views, kinda grotesque idk don't hate me for this lol. I also have a weird mind so this is all probably weird

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rain- drowned

the ghoullettes- Salem witch trials

sodo- (i came up with an entire whole ass storyline for this) was sentenced to death (fire bc they thought he was a witch😭) in the 1600's for many things. Something also tells me adultery but on accident? he didn't know she was married

Aether- murdered, idk quintessence mean perfect so ig someone was jealous

Mountain- he won the lottery lol (please understand this reference I still remember it from 7th grade)

swiss- casualty of war

requests are open

[sodobabe]

Frustrated for you (SwissxDew) (Minors DNI 18+)

Summary: After keeping their relationship a secret, Swiss pushes Dew over the edge during a ritual.

Warnings: Pure smut. Filthy Smut. Sub Dew, Dom (sort of) Swiss. Sexual frustration.

A/N: Alright everyone, taking a break from our regular scheduled programming to bring you this poorly written smut. I let the unhinged thought win on this one. This is based off of the clip I'm sure everyone has seen of Swiss grabbing Dew while tossing picks into the crowd. Enjoy!

It wasn't unusual for Swiss and Dewdrop to be all over each other. The other ghouls new how infatuated they were with one another, yet they would always deny it, until the incident that took place in front of thousands of people.

The ritual was going like any other ritual they had performed. Dew was shredding away on his guitar, Swiss singing his amazing backup vocals, and the other ghouls just rocking out. The only difference was that Dew was unusually horny this time around. He and Swiss were trying to lay low from one another but in reality, he wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full by the multi ghoul.

Throughout his performance he could feel his orgasm nearing. Every hip thrust, every vibration from his guitar, sent him closer and closer to the edge.

The ritual ended and Dew took center stage to toss out guitar picks, something he did after every ritual. As he stood at the edge, admiring the fans, he could sense his lover's presence approaching him.

Before he could release the last guitar pick into the crowd, Swiss's arm was wrapped around Dew's waist, his hand caressing Dew's throbbing dick through his light-weight black pants. That was all Dew needed and before he could even process what Swiss was doing, his climax took over.

Moaning Swiss's name into his muzzle, Dew knew that the evidence of his orgasm was not only all over his pants, but also all over Swiss's hand. He didn't have much time to think of a better solution for the situation, so he used both of his hands to push Swiss's further in between his legs, allowing the cum to be wiped away on his pants. Embarrassment washed over Dew and quickly left the stage. Swiss was not far behind him to apologize for what he had done.

Dew busted through the door of his dressing room he shared with Swiss and threw his mask to the ground. He could hear Swiss's footsteps rapidly approaching but, in that moment, he didn't want anything to do with him.

Too bad.

Swiss opened the door gently, not to frighten the already irritated fire ghoul.

"Dew, baby, what happened?" Swiss inquired, knowing damn well what had happened.

"What happened? WHAT HAPPENED? SWISS YOU MADE ME FUCKING CUM IN MY PANTS IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE! THAT'S WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED!" Dew snapped at the smirking multi.

"Dew I am so sorry that happened. I didn't think you'd cum that easily. You last so long when we fuck that I just thought I'd make you hard. I didn't realize that would happen," Swiss calmly explained, trying to calm the steaming hot Dew.

"I've been so frustrated with the lack of your touch, Swiss. The vibrations from my guitar and doing those stupid hip thrusts did not help the situation. I was hoping to hold my orgasm off until we were back in here so you could fuck me senseless, the way you know I like it but clearly you had different plans," Dew said as he stripped off his cum stained pants.

Swiss took a few steps toward Dew until he was able to grab his lover by the hips.

"Baby, if you want my dick in you so bad, you can just ask. It's not like the other ghouls don't know that we fuck constantly. You have to use your words, Dewy," Swiss said as he brought Dew back towards him.

"P-please, Swissy. I need you in me so bad," Dew said as he threw his head back against Swiss's chest.

"Are you going to beg for my cock sweetheart?" Swiss whispered into Dew's ear.

"Please, fuck me, please Swiss, I need you so bad," Dew whimpered as he felt Swiss start to shimmy out of his pants.

"Alright babe, I want your pretty ass bent over this couch and I will give you want you want since you begged so nicely," Swiss said as he gently pushed Dew toward the couch.

Dew did as he was told, he was in no mood to be a brat because he knew he would not get what he wanted if he acted a fool. His eyes followed Swiss as he walked toward Dew's suitcase to get the lube, he knows Dew always has. He made his way back over to the vulnerable ghoul, squeezed a decent amount of lube into his own hand, gently stroked his own cock, and lined himself up behind Dew.

"Are you ready, my love?" Swiss said as he ran his claws up and down Dew's warm back.

Dew nodded and grabbed the couch harder, leaving claw marks in the cushions.

Swiss eased his cock into Dew, releasing a gasp from the fire ghoul's mouth.

"You like it when I stuff my cock into your tight ass, sweet boy?" Swiss cooed.

The moans escaping Dew's mouth were the only answer Swiss needed to gently pick up the pace. With the position they were in, Swiss had easy access to stroke Dew's erection. With the tour bus leaving soon, Swiss knew he would have to make this quick.

He picked up his pace and started stroking Dew's cock faster with each thrust.

"Fuck, Swiss, gon- gonna cum," Dew moaned out.

"Cum for me, my love. Cum all over my hand again, pretty boy," Swiss said as he started nearing his own orgasm.

With a few more thrusts and strokes of Dew's cock, Dew was coming undone.

"Fuck, Swiss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm cumming. Fuck me harder please!" Dew practically screamed.

Swiss did as he asked, fucking him harder until he threw himself over his edge.

"Fuck, dew. Ohhh fuck baby, take all my cum in that sweet ass of yours," Swiss moaned as he released inside of Dew.

As they both came down off of their highs, they looked at each other.

"Swiss, I don't want us to be a secret anymore. I don't care if people know because I need you. I need all of you, not even in just a sexual way, I need you Swiss," Dew started a rant.

Swiss sat next to Dew and pulled him close.

"Dew, baby, you have me. You have always had me. It's just been hard trying to keep it a secret. If you are comfortable with not keeping it a secret, our love will be so much easier. I love you, Dew. Always have and always will. You're my mate," Swiss said as he ran his hands through Dew's hair.

"I love you too, Swiss. Thank you, I needed this. I'm sorry I've been so irritable. Now I don't have to be. As much as I love laying here with you, we need to get on the tour bus before they leave us," Dew said with a smile growing on his face.

With that, both ghouls got up off the couch, cleaned up, got dressed, and made their way, hand in hand, to the tour bus.

[thelambofghost]

🎄🌠🔥

[silverandarsenic-hcs]

No one:

Dewdrop: Do you guys think dove chocolate or dove soap tastes better?

[iamthecomet]

Breathing Under Siege

Fandom: Ghost (The Band) Rating: Explicit  Pairing: Rain/Dewdrop Featuring: Shotgunning Ghouls, Weed, Anal Sex, Making out, Marking, Rain is very soft for Dew, and Dew is slightly more tolerable when he’s high. 

Rain almost forgets what’s happening, he almost just locks his lips on Dew’s and pushes him backwards onto the dock. But then smoke hits his lips and he inhales, drags it from Dew’s lungs and into his own.

Dew laughs once Rain has exhaled, giddy with the closeness, the stupidity of all of it. They could both just smoke Rain wants to say.

But then Dew wouldn’t be pulling him back down, lips brushing, the taste of Mountain’s weed and Dew’s mouth on Rain’s lips.

Read it at on AO3

[iamthecomet]

In addition to crop tops, Dew also steals Sunshine's miniskirts.

He just likes to feel pretty every once in a while.

The way Aether chokes on his tea when Dew walks into the common room wearing one is just an added bonus, really.

[iamthecomet]

Leg warmer Rain is canon now. I bet Cumulus makes him a bunch in different color schemes to match his outfits and mood -A

Oh yes, absolutely they run the gamut from solid neutrals to multi-colored neon.

I also think she made a pair for Dew that matched one of Rain's. And they REFUSE to wear them in the common areas at the same time.

But if you walk in on them cuddling privately in the dead of winter--they are absolutely wearing matching leg warmers.

[sodobabe]

Never Fall for the Guitarist pt. 1

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm not new to Tumblr but I am new to the Ghost fandom and am an avid writer. I thought I would share some of my works with you all. Once I get the hang of this, I will take requests. For now, enjoy!

Summary: (Y/N) has been chosen for their dream job. Will they put their job on the line for the love of their life?

Warnings: Sexual language. Minors DNI!! Angsty Swiss. Fluffy Dewdrop.

I had always longed to be a photographer for Ghost. I lived just outside of the Abbey and had been to so many concerts I lost count but each time, all I wanted to do was snap breathtaking photos of them. What I didn’t realize is that my dream would soon come true. I was fresh out of college. I had a degree in digital media with a minor in photography. It was my hobby. I took photos of everything and anything. I started applying to jobs and was feeling giddy enough to apply to be a photographer for Ghost. I cautiously filled out the application, being sure to be as detailed in my skills as possible. Submit. It was done. I submitted the application and sat back with my hot cup of tea to take in the possible life changing step I just took.

Three days passed. I had started to think that I would never hear back from any of the places I applied. That isn’t unusual in this day and age as employers are lackadaisical when it comes to reviewing applications. Ping. I grabbed my phone and saw an email notification. Before I could even read it, I threw my phone back on the couch. I was nervous. What if they don’t want me. What if they don’t think my photography is good enough. The thoughts were racing through my mind until I finally picked up my phone again and opened the email. 

“Dear (Y/N), we were thoroughly impressed by your exquisite photography portfolio and previous work experience that you have shown. We would like to extend an invitation to you for an interview on Wednesday, June 25. Please let us know if this time does not work for you and we can reschedule.  

Best regards, Ghost Management”

Holy shit! They want to meet with me. They want to interview me. What the hell am I doing on June 25 because those plans are canceled. I quickly hit the reply button and told their management that June 25 was a perfect date for an interview. Now I have to find the perfect professional outfit, so they don’t think I’m a slob before I even get the job. 

The week passed painfully slowly. I set my alarm for 7 a.m. to ensure I had time to get a shower, and make sure I was as presentable as I could be. After all, this is a dream opportunity, and I would hate to jeopardize it. After all was said and done, I picked up my phone and checked the time. 9 a.m. Perfect timing. I calmly walked out of my house and got into my car. Typically, I blast music even if I am just driving two minutes up the road to the gas station for a late night slushie run. Not today. Today I drove in complete silence as thoughts raced through my brain.

I pulled into the parking lot of the grey stone building and checked in the mirrors to make sure I still looked good, which I did, then I ever so calmly exited my car. I made my way into the building and asked the very kind sister where I needed to go for my interview. She so graciously led me down a hallway and into a room at the end. I was greeted by a tall, slim woman who was the epitome of beauty standards.

“Hi there! You must be (Y/N). My name is Sister Imperator, and I am the head of Ghost’s management,” she said enthusiastically.

“Hi! It is so nice to meet you,” I replied, trying to hide my nervousness. 

She motioned for me to take a seat and asked me all of the questions that one would expect in an interview. Why do you think you're right for this position? Do you have experience photographing moving objects? Etc. I gave her my best answers to those questions, and she abruptly stood up.

“Welcome to the team, (Y/N),” she said with a large smile plastered across her face. “Before we see what kind of talent you have, let’s introduce you to the band,” she continued. 

Holy shit. It’s happening. I am meeting my favorite band of all time and cannot fangirl because I have to appear professional. My thoughts were quickly interrupted when in walked 8 figures who towered over me. I knew who all of them were, but they were going to introduce themselves anyway because they didn't know that. 

They stood in a line and from left to right introduced themselves. Copia was first, followed by Dewdrop, Swiss, Mountain, Rain, Aether, Cirrus, and Cumulus. Seven of the members left the room to get back to practice but Dewdrop stuck around. He was the shortest and, in my opinion, the most handsome of the four. There he was standing at his height of 5'8" with his mask only showing his gorgeous blue eyes. He was slender with a little muscle tone to his arms and thighs from performing so much. Oh, how I could’ve melted into a puddle at that very given moment. 

He stepped closer to me and gently placed his hand on my waist to guide me out of the room and show me to the practice room. His hand was warm. I could feel his body heat radiating into my skin. I had a fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Little did he know that I dream about him from time to time. The only problem was that now I could never be with him so long as I held my job title. Rule number four in the contract was that employees were to have no relations with band members, or they would be immediately terminated. Was I willing to break that rule and pray I don’t get caught? Hell yes, I was but I seriously doubt Dew would go for it. 

I snapped out of my sexual thoughts as Dewdrop welcomed me into the practice room. It was larger and darker than what I had expected but if I’m being honest, I wasn’t even sure what I was expecting. Their instruments were all in their designated spaces. Everything was neat and tidy. The only light that was provided was the sun that shined in through the cracks in the blinds. 

As I stood there in awe, once again my thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice. It was Dew again. He seemed to be the most sociable.

 “Well are you going to just stand there or are you going to show us what you got?” he said with a smug look on his face, followed by a wink. 

If I hadn’t eaten that morning, I may have passed out from the lack of oxygen from holding my breath after the wink. 

I simply nodded toward him and picked up my camera. They got busy right away playing a few songs that I already knew. I snapped so many photos I thought I was going to break the camera. That’s how I capture the best photos. Take hundreds and choose ten. As I was so entranced by doing my job, I almost missed the fact that they were playing a new song. I continued capturing digital moments when a fight broke out between Dew and Swiss. 

“I don’t fucking understand why you can’t keep up with your stupid guitar,” Swiss spat at Dew. He was significantly taller than Dew, standing at 6'2" and he must have kept all his temper in his frame. 

“Well maybe if you and Papa weren't singing ahead of the instruments, you would realize how it’s supposed to sound but no, we have to do everything on your time." Dew snapped back.

I couldn’t help but interrupt and set my camera down. 

“Ghouls, I don’t mean to step out of line, but I cannot do my job if you all are fighting because I don’t think fans want to see you all spitting comebacks at each other,” I calmly said. 

“Mind your own business, new meat,” Swiss practically growled at me. 

Dew obviously did not like this as he lunged at him. 

“Don’t you dare talk to them like that. They are doing us a service and we should treat them with the utmost respect.” Dew sternly told Swiss.

“Oh, give me a break Dew. You’re just thinking with your dick once again because that’s all you ever do. That’s why we can’t keep any employees because you can’t help but stick your stupid penis in them and they aren’t smart enough to keep it a secret. I’m sure this one will be just as dumb as the rest of them,” Swiss spouted off as he raised his arm in my general direction, ending the argument but Dew was more concerned about the fact that I swiftly left the room. 

I didn’t want to run as I didn’t want to draw more attention to myself than I already had. I found my way into the restroom and locked myself in. I backed up against the wall and slid down with my hand on my chest trying to catch my breath. What they never tell you is how different your favorite band is to what you actually imagine. A minute or two passed when there was a gentle knock on the door. I thought I was hearing things, so I ignored it and continued to even my breathing. Knock knock. There it was again. 

“(Y/N)? It’s Dew. Are you okay?” he asked in a gentle, worried tone. 

I let out a sniff and replied with a quiet “no.” 

“Well, can you let me in so we can talk it out?” he asked politely.

I pulled myself up off the comforting cold ground and unlocked the door. Dew gently opened it, making sure not to be too harsh with his movements. I threw on a fake smile to try and mask my true emotions.

“You can pretend to smile all you want but I can tell how Swiss’ words impacted you,” Dew said as he took a small step toward me. 

“Can I be honest with you, Dew?” I said after a deep breath. 

He nodded.

“I love you all as a band. I am a big fan and have been to so many of your shows that I have lost count at this point. I thought it would be a dream come true to work for you but after that little episode, other than you, the band members were nothing that I had thought,” I said shakily while meeting Dew’s eyes. 

He gave me a warm smile and said, “That’s because our photographers do their job well. We fight everyday but our photographers know to keep the ugly stuff out of the media. Just like you said, our fans don’t want to see us fighting. As far as what Swiss said about us, I don’t plan on using you like that. You’re different, (Y/N). You have a deeper intelligent personality than most of the ditsy people that come in here and work for us. I have personally seen your work and I am in awe of your talents. I want to know you for who you are, and I know we aren’t allowed to have relationships with our employees, but I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

How the hell do I say no to that? All I did was smile, nod my head, and say, “I have secrets nobody knows about, I’m sure I could keep this under the table.” 

Dew nodded and pulled me into a tight hug, my face squishing against his chest. I couldn’t help but notice his smell. Slightly sweaty with a more noticeable sandalwood scent. 

“Here’s my phone number,” he said as he handed me a card. “Text me when you get home, and I will come over. We can discuss how we will go about this relationship.” he continued. 

I nodded and put the card into my pocket before going back to the practice room, waving goodbye to the other members, grabbing my bag, and starting my venture home. 

[thelambofghost]

Evil.

(Sorry even first row I can't take good videos I'm so small. 😑)