Confession: I have been hopelessly infatuated with Ghost since seeing them live in 2023. I have always been mostly a lurker online, but seeing how silly and vibrant and sweet the Ghost fan community can be has inspired me to come out of my shell a bit to join in the fun c:
Though I'm pretty private, I'm happy to chat! You'll probably have to initiate, I am just a creature. Here are some things about me:
Late twenties, she/her, aroace! I'm just here to vibe 😛
18+ reblogging will happen... be responsible 👀
I like to write! I've been warming back up to writing fic (I used to write a lot!) - you can find my little ghost thoughts that are kind of semi-fics tagged #head empty.
I'll put it under a cut, but this is just so cute I and I hope it's okay to put it here, I wrote you a little drabble 🫶
Dew shuffles into the kitchen at half past nine, hair still damp, and reaches past Cumulus for the coffee pot.
"Morning," he says, voice gravel-rough.
Cumulus doesn't answer. Cumulus is staring.
So is Mountain. So is Aether, who has frozen with a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth.
Dew, who has not yet had caffeine, blinks at them. "What."
Cumulus inhales through her nose. "Dewdrop. Sweetheart. What happened to you?"
Dew lifts a hand to his throat. Pauses. Lifts the collar of his shirt and looks down.
He's been decorated. There's no other word for it.
Perfect pink circles, dozens of them, ringing his collarbone and trailing under the fabric -- a path he doesn't need to inspect to remember. There are some near his pulse. There's one behind his ear, where he can still feel the skin going tender. He pushes up his sleeves and sees them on his arms. Doesn't need a mirror to know they're all over his face.
Behind him, the kitchen door swings open and Rain strolls in.
Rain's hair is doing the slow drowsy thing, tentacles shifting lazily, one of them curled around the back of his own neck in idle satisfaction. His tail starts up the moment he sees Dew. Not the polite swish, either. The full helicopter, drumming against the doorframe.
"Morning," Rain says, beaming.
"Rain," Dew says, with the flat affect of a man approaching the gallows.
"Yeah, baby?"
Aether sets down his spoon very carefully. Mountain has a hand over his mouth. Cumulus is vibrating.
"Did you," Dew says, "did you have to --"
"Yes," Rain says cheerfully, without waiting to hear more. He crosses to the counter, plants a kiss on Dew's temple, and reaches around him for the coffee pot. One of the tentacles, the helpful one, tugs Dew's collar a half-inch wider in passing. "Sorry, what was the question?"
"We have fittings," Dew hisses.
"Mm-hm."
"In an hour."
Rain takes a long, considering sip of coffee. His tail does not stop. "Sure do."
Cumulus howls.
Aether picks his spoon back up like none of this is happening. Mountain mutters something that sounds suspiciously like good luck, brother and returns to his toast. And Rain leans against the counter next to Dew, hip-to-hip, with the air of a ghoul who has won something and isn't particularly invested in pretending otherwise.
His tentacle hair brushes Dew's shoulder. Soft. Possessive. Marking territory it already, very thoroughly, marked.
Dew closes his eyes.
Anyone watching closely would note that he doesn't move away.
New summon Aurora that hadn't met a lot of other ghouls in the pits and thinks Rain is just a really big fish and tries to eat him for a few weeks until Cumulus and Cirrus explain there are other types of ghouls
Phantom is like the Dewther love child to me. He’s got Aether’s quirkiness, jumping, and adorable playfulness while inheriting a little bit of Dew’s looks and a little bit of his attitude when push comes to shove. It’s like Dew and Aether assisted in summoning him together before Aether left the band and in the process Phantom materialized into the human world with traits from the both of them. Maybe their intentions helped him manifest. Maybe Aether imagined summoning a ghoul in Dew’s image because he loves Dew so much and maybe Dew thought of a ghoul as fun and loving as his Aether because he would miss Aether too much otherwise and maybe Phantom is their pride and joy. And yeah, maybe ghouls don’t have parents in the traditional sense but Dewther as Phantom’s parental figures is biblically accurate to me.
Ghouls are sapient beings, sure. But imagining them as dogs or cats is so fucking funny.
Picture this shit. Copia trying to give diarrhea meds to Phantom (dumb bitch is an omnivore, but lactose intolerant). He grinds the pills into dust, gets a glass of water, and prepares for the battle. He wrestles Phantom's jaw open, pours the dust on his tongue, immediately dumps the glass of water in his mouth (because the bastard won't swallow on his own), and pins his maw shut between his arms and chest so he don't spit that shit out. Phantom sits in the corner, pouting and growling. A couple of minutes later, he's purring against Copia's lap
Or Copia brushing out every single ghoul because he saw one tick. And he knows damn well that if there's one tic, there probably are even more crawling around. He's panting, muttering curses. And when he thought he got them all, the next day, he woke up to dead ticks in his bed.
Copia has to bathe the ghouls while wearing just his boxers because they won’t stop shaking the water off. He’s tired of wearing soggy clothes that smell like wet ghoul fur.
Thank you to @jimothybarnes @ghost-creative-prompts for putting Ghostober together this year! <3
Pairings: Aurora/Dew
It's always a pleasure to get Aurora in his bed like this, and Dew knows he'll wear every mark she gives him with pride.
Explicit, 900 words. Size kink, dirty talk, marking, multi ghoulette Aurora with gills and water tendencies. Some gill play, a creampie. divider by @wrathofrats <3
Aurora’s ankles lock tight around the small of his back, hands clinging to his shoulders and refusing to let him go. As if Dew would rather be anywhere than right here. He groans in her ear as she holds him to her.
“Not- not goin’ anywhere, ladybug,” he promises, rolling his hips into her. Aurora’s got just enough water in her elemental makeup that she gets wet. Almost to the point of rivaling Rain. It makes Dew’s head spin.
Her claws dig into his skin. Aurora’d painted them a shimmery violet just this morning. “Can’t- can’t blame me,” she trills. “Like feelin’ how big you are compared to me.”
Dew’s vision swims, and he nips at her jaw. “Hey, do you want this to be over before it even starts?” he huffs.
Aurora laughs, squealing as his teeth make purchase. Her tail whips behind her, back arching a little up off of Dew’s sheets. “And what about it? I think it’s hot how you cover me completely.”
He pushes up just enough to meet her eyes. Copper hair falls over Dew’s shoulder, curtaining them off from the world. “Princess,” he teases. “That’s not particularly hard to do. All of our packmates can, if they get you laid out like this.”
Aurora purrs, sighing as one of Dew’s hands slides up to cup her tit in his palm. “You think I do this for just anyone?” she smiles coyly. Her bubblegum pink hair fans out over Dew’s pillow, and he knows he’ll be smelling strawberries and lavender long after she leaves. “Oh, Dewey.”
“Yeah, ladybug?” he rumbles, ducking back down to nose at her gills. A calloused finger swipes gently over her nipple, toying with the silver bar threaded through it. It makes her flutter hard around him, and Dew doesn’t bite back his moan. “I think you do, Rory. Think you love it when any of us treats you like the princess you are. Love getting stuffed full.”
Aurora’s gills flutter against Dew’s lips, her claws ten pinpricks against Dew’s shoulders. A gasp is torn from her as his tongue flickers over the membrane.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” he coos in her ear, nipping gently at her earlobe as his hips rock. “Can make you feel small all you want. You could’ve gone to any of our packmates for this. Lucifer knows they’re all bigger than the two of us. Know Aether and Mountain and Swiss would drop to their knees for a chance to have you like this, to split you open and take you. But you came to me. And fuck, ladybug, I’ll make damn sure you won’t regret it.”
Aurora tips her head back with a soft cry, and Dew grins. The hand not holding her breast skates down between them to toy with the matching piece of jewelry threaded through the hood of her clit, and that soft cry turns into a wail.
She locks her ankles even tighter behind Dew’s back, her dark green eyes rolling back into her head. Dew tries his very best to fuck her just like she deserves, tries to make her feel small and loomed over, but it’s made a little difficult from the lack of range of movement. He’s never been one to back down from a challenge.
Especially when the reward is feeling Aurora cum around him.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart, my little ladybug,” Dew purrs, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, almost drowned out by the obscenely wet sounds of their bodies moving together. He can feel it on his thighs, his cock warming her up from the inside out. “Pretty little ghoulette.”
He gently pulls one of her hands from his shoulders, hissing as her claws dig into him in protest. Dew doesn’t relent, though, pinning her hand to the mattress by her head, lacing their fingers together and letting her feel just how much bigger his hands are from hers.
“Oh fuck,” Aurora gasps, her stomach tensing and cunt fluttering around Dew’s cock. He just grins, even as it tears a groan from him. His thrusts start to grow erratic. He knows it won’t be long for either of them.
“So much bigger than you,” he coos in her ear, squeezing her hand. “Don’t you feel it?”
The hand still on his shoulder rakes down his back, all but carving marks into his skin. She’ll try to heal them, later, but Dew won’t let her.
Not when the sensation and jolt of pain makes him cum hard inside her. His hand fumbles against Aurora’s clit, desperate to bring her over with him.
Dew sucks a mark between Aurora’s fluttering gills, and it’s all over. She cums with a squeal, soaking Dew’s thighs as her own shake around his hips, back arching sharply as she claws at his back. He works her through it dutifully, even as he ruts through his own climax.
Eventually, they both collapse, panting and gasping for breath. Dew feels the puff of her breath cool against his cheek through her gills.
She noses into Dew’s hair. “Fuck, Dewey,” she laughs. “You’re so good to me.”
“My pleasure, little ladybug,” he teases, petting her cheek. “Anything.”
Aurora’s eyes glitter. “Oh, I’ll be holding you to that.”
“Damn right, you better,” Dew says, muffling anything else she has to say with a kiss.
Aurora with her little hair curlers in and her bunny slippers on her way to crawl into Mountain's bed where she will somehow take up 70% of the bed despite being two apples tall, and he just lets her despite the fact he very much could move her himself
I dont think Rains tentacle comes out very often, much more reserved than Mists or Rivers. content to stay in her place unless Rain was in heat or unless he was extremely desperate. Hours of teasing and torturing before she would emerge, trying to plunge herself deep inside Rain to finish the job.
But sometimes Dew doesn’t want to torture Rain for that long, just wants to play with his pretty tentacle and get him to writhe that way instead.
Kisses at his thighs and laps at his clit, acts like he’s savoring Rain, worshiping his cunt. Lets him wrap his thighs around his head to hold him close exactly where he wants him, threads his fingers through Dews long hair with a sigh.
Rain jolts as Dews tongue pokes at that smooth patch right under his clit. Licking almost where he needs it but not quite. Flattens against it, presses to see if he can feel her move just from that much stimulation and that’s really all it takes for Rain to realize what Dews up to.
He tells him not to, to please just eat him out normally but there's not true protest behind the words, edging on soft and desperate while his hips twitch down and away from the assault. The small licks turn into kisses, lips planting right on his sheath, being so sweet to her to see if she will play with him. Dew holds Rains thighs in a vice grip, trying to somehow get even closer than he already is.
She starts moving eventually, pressing up against Dews lips like she wants to kiss him back. The almost nonexistent opening widens just enough for Dew to feel, tonguing at the small slit as it slowly gets wider. Rain thrashes, too much stimulation too close to where he wants it but not close enough. His vision goes blurry as he feels his tentacle slowly wake up more, get more desperate for Dew in turn.
Dew finally is able to shove his tongue inside, earning an awful wail from Rain as his body goes rigid with the overwhelming sensation. Slowly leading her out of his body, teasing her with his mouth to see if she will emerge for him. Dews always been her favorite
Aeon finding out Dew's a minute man and immediately deciding that he's gonna be Awful about it.
Clenching whenever Dew makes that one pained face. Doesn't stop sucking when he's told. Won't take his hand out of Dew's pants when they're making out, no matter how he tries to shove Aeon out of his lap. Ignores his warnings not to keep it up - what's the little guy gonna do? It's not like Aeon is the one with problems lasting more than two pumps.
Until he finds himself invited to Dew's chambers one evening, that is. Walks in to find Dew lounging at the center of the mattress, already tenting the sheets when he beckons Aeon with a crooked finger. He licks his lips, toes off his shoes and starts on his shirt buttons before the door is even closed.
He makes it through two buttons before two fingers find his temple, a wash of something urgent floods his brain, and Aeon's tipping over into a strong embrace before he knows what's happening. On the bed, Dew laughs, and behind him a broad chest rumbles the same.
"You need to be more aware of your surroundings, sweet thing."
Aether holds his chin, the daze still sitting behind Aeon's eyes when he's made to look up. Aether smiles at him, kisses his cheek.
"I heard you've been having some...fun with my mate," he says, low. "It seems you've been making him suffer."
"Wh-wha...?" Aether's hand smooths over the front of his shirt, down to the band of his jeans. Fingertips brush his fly and Aeon's eyes go so, so wide when something like lightning zips through him. When had he gotten hard? Amd why is he so sensitive? "I'm - Aeth, what -"
"Hush," he coos, but Aeon isn't looking at him anymore--he's watching Dewdrop. The little ghoul has slipped from between the sheets, sauntering over with his cock bouncing and swaying to kneel at their feet. He has the worst look on his face, and Aeon swallows hard.
Aether holds him close as Dew's nimble fingers pop his button and tug his zipper. Aeon watches with his mouth hanging open, chest already beginning to heave. When Dew cups him through his boxers Aeon's stomach flexes so hard he cries out, and the pair of them laugh.
"You're gonna learn what it feels like," Dew informs him, thumbs hooked into the band of Aeon's undies. "And maybe you'll figure out some fuckin manners."
Dew yanks down his boxers, a warm hand wraps around his twitching stiffy, and it takes exactly two strokes for Aeon to blow all over that narrow chest. He makes the most wounded sound, trying to hunch, but Aether doesn't let him. He's still to busy laughing.
"That's one," he chuckles, kissing more quintessence into his temple, and Aeon just knows he's in so much trouble.
