#dewdrop/mist

[nastylittleghouls]

Dewdrop: What did the ocean say to the other ocean? Mist: Sea you later Dewdrop: Nothing they just waved Dewdrop: Did you sea what I did there? Mist: Shore Mist: Sea what I did there? Dewdrop: Stop being a beach and steal all my jokes Mist: Water you saying?

[divine-misfortune]

Kinktober, day 4. Temperature play.

Pairing: Mist/Dewdrop

Words: 1,363

Contains: Light body worship, being weird about spit, being weird about gills, gill fingering

Summary: Dew finally allows Mist to see him post elemental transition.

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“Oh droplet…” 

Dew searched the water ghoulette’s face desperately. What for? He didn’t know, most likely disgust. Maybe disappointment with a dash of pity. Her silver eyes wandered the once familiar plane of his torso slowly, expression soft and borderline unreadable. He bit his lower lip and fixed his attention to her vanity on the far side of the room, trying not to shrink into himself. He’d never shied away from Mist before, he didn’t want to start. 

But her silence was this close to gutting him. 

Without warning, the icy tips of her fingers brushed the jagged scars on his ribs and he nearly threw himself off the bed from the surprise alone. He, regrettably, yipped and promptly hissed at her. 

“That got you back to me, don’t go wandering off in your head guppy, I can’t follow you there.” 

“Sorry…This is still weird for me.” His hackles lowered slowly and he rubbed the side of his neck, feeling the difference of skin and scar tissue under his palm. “Also you’re really fucking cold.” 

“No, you’re just really fucking warm.” Mist laughed and held out a hand, “it’s certainly different.” 

He breathed a laugh and allowed her to pull him further onto the bed, only grimacing a little from the cold squeeze of her fingers between his. Even if it was different, even if he was different, they still moved together easily. Seamless currents. She straddled his hips and he let her push the shirt from his shoulders, humming thoughtfully as her nails drag lightly along his arms. Noting the places his fins used to sit and how the skin is darkened by some sort of infernal ash with a little nod to herself. 

She was studying him, relearning the body she’d spent years exploring. It was still her Dewdrop, even if elementally he was a stranger. 

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any prettier, you go and prove me wrong…You know I hate being wrong, droplet.” 

Dew let himself be pushed back into the pillows with only a hint of protest. He couldn’t truly deny her if he tried, and she knew that, just from the way those orange eyes stared up at her. 

“Hi,” he whispered when she’d finally stopped moving, reverting back to staring at him once again.

“Hi baby.” Mist pet her thumb over his cheek, “you blush a lot easier now. I think I like it.” 

“You don’t have to just keep looking at me y’know.” 

“I don’t?” She tipped her head curiously and splayed a hand on his belly, flashing her teeth gleefully when his muscles jumped under her touch. She drifted north, watching his skin prickle and his body tense. “Maybe I want to.” 

“Mist” Dew groaned and tried to readjust himself, subtly shifting his hips upwards to meet hers. “C’mon I just went through something fucking traumatic, can’t you hold off on teasing me till next time?” 

“Are…Are you trying to guilt me into fucking you faster?” Mist snorted, brow quirking upwards. 

“I’d never!” He gasped and turned his nose up at her for a moment before looking at her from the corner of his eye, “...Is it working though?”  

“Just this once, I’ll let you have this, yes it’s working.” 

The water ghoulette tugged her own shirt off and tossed it across the room with an exaggerated roll of the eyes, Dew didn’t seem bothered by it. He looked like an excited puppy for all it was worth, maybe the fire ghoul had softened her up a bit. Not that she’d ever tell him that, he’d never shut up about it. Instead of stroking his ego any, she laid herself flat to his chest and kissed him. 

A peck at first, one he chased like she’d never come back if he let her go. His hand came to the back of her neck to draw her back, quick to nip at her lower lip and lick the little surprised sound from her mouth. Even his taste had changed. Spiced with cinnamon but kept sweet by sugar. It made her dizzy like a lungful of secondhand smoke, but she kept dipping in for another taste. She needed to commit it to memory.

He fumbled with the button on her pants for longer than she really should have let him, his hand on the back of her neck grew warmer with his frustration. Almost unbearably hot. She smacked his hand away before he burned through her favorite jeans. Pausing long enough to shed the last of their clothes was too long for him apparently, he whined her name sadly when he settled back onto the bed and she wasn’t immediately on top of him. Some things never change at least. 

Mist moved up the mattress from the foot of the bed, stalking on her hands and knees with the same dangerously fluid movements of a jaguar. He swallowed thickly as she poised herself over him, it was only in moments like this did he seem to remember he was swimming with a shark. As if to prove the point she grinned, all teeth, as she settled back into her previous position. 

Without clothes in the way, she could feel just how truly hot Dew ran. He put off heat like a furnace, nowhere more it seemed than where their bodies met. Mist rolled her hips curiously, his cock trapped between his belly and her bare cunt, Dew choked. He gasped and tried to clap a hand over his mouth.

“You’re more sensitive than you used to be.” She repeated the motion, eyes fluttering as the little ridge at the tip caught against her clit. “Do you even think you’ll manage more than a few little rolls of my hips before cumming if I let you inside?” The question, mean in nature, was asked in the same soft loving voice she’d always saved for him. “I cum first, or your orgasm gets ruined, you know the rules. 

“I-I can, please just sit on it Mist, I missed you.” 

Sighing with barely restrained fondness, she rocked forward onto her knees and granted him the tight embrace of her body. She was wet enough he slid in easily, not that Dew took much preparation to fit, she still hissed through her teeth as he opened her up. Between the stretch and the warmth radiating inside her, her head was spinning. He reached for her and she was helpless to oblige his whims. A kiss at the corner of her mouth, her cheek, and the fire ghoul hid against the crook of her neck. His lips brushed the space just above her gills but his sigh was what truly made her moan. 

“Fuck, guppy, be a good boy…”

Dew trilled happily. Flicked his tongue over the little frill that poked out before licking a broad stripe across the two highest. She shuddered, his mouth was molten but his spit kept her fins warm in between every overconfident motion of his tongue. He dipped into the middle slit and swiped up before retreating, only to repeat it on the next unviolated gill. 

Mist groaned low and let him switch to pay the same attention to the other side. He made it sloppy, she could feel his drool dripping from where it collected in her gills, and it trickled down her collar. Flooded by him now, every ragged inhale she took was essentially drinking him in. His newfound sweetness, the faintly smoky taste, it felt like Dew was everywhere.

“Shit!” The water ghoulette almost wailed as he grabbed at her wrist and dragged her palm flush to the unoccupied side of her own neck. Icy needles cut through the pleasant warmth she’d been sinking into. 

Her body clenched desperately, involuntarily, around him.

“It’s a lot, huh?” Dew asked, smug. If her spine didn't feel like jelly she’d have sat up to glare at him. “Ifrit used to spit in my gills and have me finger them, the temperature difference drove me fucking mad.”

“And it’s about to drive me fucking mad, seven hells-” Her thighs shook, white hot pleasure trapped beneath the chill of her fingers. “I…Do it again, firefly.”

[forlorn-crows]

Pull Me In Your Waters

aka, @iamthecomet's birthday fic! i asked her what she wanted me to write for her birthday and she said "mist/dew . . . i'd love to see them together. [i dont know how, but] you know i gotta ask for that little fucker". enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Dewdrop/Mist

Rating: E for Explicit. W for Wet

Tags: first times, outdoor sex, inexperienced (but eager) dewdrop, hand jobs, frotting, topping from the bottom, anal fingering, anal sex, dick riding, water ghouls are wet, dirty talk. dont have sex on the beach kids, you will get sand in all your holes.

intersex!Mist, w/cock, cunt, folds, dick to refer to her anatomy

Words: 4,879

Summary: He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call. But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place. She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger.

Read on AO3 or below the cut 🖤

You’re a pretty fishy, aren’t you? Mist coos at Dew. Their native Infernal feels comfortable on her tongue, if not a little rusty from disuse. But the new water ghoul provides a perfect time for her to use the language as he adjusts to topside life. 

Dew chirps from across the lake, offering her a toothy smile. He preens under her gaze and puffs up his gill fins, which are a curly and opaque milky-white. The water ghoul dives back under the surface. His equally fluffy-finned tail curves over the water, flinging droplets of water into Mist’s direction.

It’s a boyish display he does each time they swim. It’s partially why she named him Dewdrop—well, droplet for his nickname. 

In a handful of seconds he surfaces next to Mist on the sandy embankment, squirting water at her through his front teeth.

Don’t go asking for trouble, little one, she chides playfully, shaking the water off her arm.

‘Little one,’ he snorts. As if you’re so much bigger than me.

Why don’t you come here and find out, droplet, she goads. She stretches out her lithe body in the sand, bearing her naked chest to the sun high in the sky above them. 

Dew chirps again and pulls himself out of the lake. Water flies off him in a whirlwind as he shakes out his fins. Mist watches him fondly out of the corner of her eye, snickering when he hiccups as the last of the water bubbles out of his gills. 

He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call. 

But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place. 

She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger. 

He flings himself onto the towel spread out beside her with a contented sigh. Lake water still clings to his skin, accenting it with freckles of refracted light. He pushes wet hair off his forehead and leaves a streak of muck straight across it. Some remnant of something he found in a crevice somewhere, no doubt. 

He’s bare like her, preferring to connect with their element without any barrier. The weather’s good for it too, toasty and warm right down to the bone. But where she’s donned a pair of faded swim trunks with the waistband rolled over, content simply to sunbathe and share his company, he’s naked—and notably half-hard. 

Mist’s eyes linger on his crotch where his cock rests underneath his taut belly, the little head tinged a dusty lilac. A droplet of water clings to the ridge of it, dangling. Mist watches it give way when Dew shifts, rolling down, down, down . . .

Dew mrrp’s at her, questioning. The sound is yet another damned cute thing Mist can’t get enough of. She meets his blue eyes with an easy smile. 

What’s that, droplet? she asks, tipping her head towards his lower half. There’s truly no teasing to it, just a lazy question to see what kind of answer it will earn her. 

Huh? Dew glances down at himself, eyes growing round at the sight of his chubby dick. Truly oblivious to the state of it. I . . . um . . .

You know it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Mist reminds him. But it’s intriguing of you not to notice.

Guess I was . .  distracted, he says at length. He doesn’t elaborate what he was distracted by. Mist gets a feeling it’s a double entendre, that he’s hiding behind the relatively simple explanation. 

She hums noncommittally, and his cock perks up fully, springing up to lie between the v of his hips. His mouth falls open, eyebrows twitching upward as the blood rushing south starts to make him throb. 

Excited, guppy? Mist teases, licking over a sharp fang.

Dew gasps. A pearl of pre leakes out into his sparse happy trail. A little, he admits, looking back to her with big, round eyes. 

Mist tilts her head at him then, icy-white braids falling off her shoulder. He seems so small. Fragile. Innocent. 

But she hears him pulling at himself late at night through the thin walls, hears his halted moans and stifled whines into his pillow when he thinks the others are asleep. Dew is anything but pure, and he’s certainly not naive. 

How she’s wanted to slip into his room unannounced, catch him with a blush on his cheeks and a hand on his wet dick. How she’d take that hand and wrap it around herself and capture his lips in a bruising kiss that makes his eyes roll. The raw sound he’d make as she slips inside his tight body would be worth it. He’d let her do it, let her in—she knows he would.

But it’s a stunt better suited to someone like Ifrit or Aether, big ghouls with unabashed, impulsive decisions regarding their desires. Strong personalities that rival Mist’s own. Cliche would say that their statures mirror their confidence. That Dew’s small, agile body lends something to his more reserved nature. 

To Mist, he just hasn’t seemed interested in propositioning anyone. Lucifer, how she’s thought about it, though.

Could help you with that, if you’d like, she suggests, eyes darting down to watch his dick twitch in response. She meets his eyes again just as quickly, narrowing them coyly. 

With you? he asks softly. 

Mists snorts. Yes, me, you silly ghoul, she laughs, rolling her eyes. Why not? You’re already quite smitten with me, aren’t you?

Dew bites the inside of his cheek to hide a smile. Maybe. His fingers twitch against his sides, stopping short of actually reaching for her. 

You are. But luckily, I am quite fond of you, droplet. Mist rolls onto her side, shimmying her way onto the edge of the towel. They’re only a few inches apart now, separated only by humid summer air and the almost palpable sexual tension. She places her hand on his sternum, spreading her fingers. No pressure, just resting it there.

Do you want me? she asks simply. 

Dew looks down at her hand and bites his lip. He nods fervently. Yeah.

Her hand drifts down an inch or two. Have you been with anyone yet?

N . . . no, he whispers. Shakes his head a little. He looks at her with pleading eyes, and she just about jumps him right then and there. But she resists the urge. It’s not her current intentions.

Her current intentions are to get her hand wrapped around his little cock and drink down every last moan he gives her like ceremonial wine. 

Then perhaps we should change that, she says huskily. She quirks an eyebrow at him in a silent question, giving him every opportunity to say no, to back out. To—Satan forbid—save himself for someone else. 

Dew groans, cock kicking against his stomach again. Please, he agrees. Want to. With you. 

Mist smiles wide, genuine but absolutely predatory. She drags her hand down his chest, stopping just above the tiny puddle of precum already pooled on his belly. It jumps under her fingers, and another breathy sound bubbles out of Dew’s throat. 

The ghoulette closes the distance between them, pressing her lips to his jaw. Mouth just above the highest slit of the gills on his neck, so close that she can feel the fins fluff up and tickle her chin. 

Mist, he groans, head falling back to expose his throat further, Adam’s apple jumping as he swallows. 

Yes, Dew.

His hands ball up at his sides. Fingers no doubt digging into his own palms. He leans his cheek into the touch of her lips, silently asking for more. Touch me? It comes out like a question when his breath hitches at the end of it. 

With pleasure, she purrs. Mist trails her hand the rest of the way down, lithe fingers grazing over the sticky head of his cock and wrapping around the shaft. 

The combined noise they make when Mist squeezes is far too indecent to have been made out in the open. 

Oh, Dew groans, squeezing his eyes shut. His thighs jump like they might do the same, especially when Mist kisses lower down his neck, over the delicate fins of his gills. 

So hard, guppy, Mist coos. Does that feel good?

Uh huh, he whines. 

Different from your hand, I bet. How do you do it? Fast and hard? Or do you like to make yourself writhe with how slow you take it? 

Dew’s cock kicks hard in her hand at that. Fuck, he huffs. F-fast. Feels too good. 

Well then, she lilts, squeezing firmly from base to tip, milking out another blurt of precum. She smears it around with her thumb, biting back a noise as her own cock starts to fill out in her shorts. Why don’t we draw it out a little?

Mist lets him go and sits up, motioning for him to do the same. Come here, she encourages, scooting onto the towel and spreading out her legs a bit. Sit on my lap. 

Dew does as he’s told, swinging his skinny thighs over hers and huffing a moan when his balls squish against her. He grips her bare shoulders and puts all of his weight on her, whining when the head of his cock brushes against the smattering of hair on her stomach. 

Now I can see that pretty face better when I touch you, Mist says. She smooths her hands along his sides, admiring the fins that start at the top of his hips and go all the way down. 

He truly is pretty like this; stunning, really. Has been since Mist helped drag him out of the summoning pool. Perched above her, his head eclipses the sun, casting him in a bright halo of light. His silvery hair is plastered to his head, curling slightly in the middle of the strands as it dries. The skin on his narrow chest is almost translucent, dark purple and cerulean veins shining through, offsetting the bright milky-white of his fins. 

And, of course, his cock, standing hard and flushed and wet. A nice little sensitive handful. 

Mist, he whispers. Will you—hah—will you kiss me? He looks almost bashful asking. The innocence of it all makes Mist throb. 

She pulls her hands back up to cup his angular cheeks. His eyes are as big and round as the lake, flitting everywhere over her face as she pulls him closer. Mist smiles when he swallows hard.

Pucker up, pretty fishy, she mumbles, pressing their lips together. He opens up for her instantly, letting her agile tongue dip inside and lick along his teeth. Dew whines into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her neck and rutting against her lap. 

Eager, aren’t you? Mist teases. She gives him a playful nip when she pulls away, wrapping her hand around his cock once more. She starts to feel the slick spread across her folds, the tip of her dick equally as wet. Dew tosses his head back with a moan, and she tucks her face back into his neck. 

Mist strokes him loosley with the tips of her fingers, his little cock spitting pre over her chipped baby blue nail polish. Dew looks down at her hand with lidded eyes and a slack mouth. Letting soft noises fall from his lips unbidden as she touches him sweetly.

There you go, she lilts. Excited little thing, aren’t you? Just can’t help it.

Feels s’ good, he groans. Fuck, that feels really good. 

Sensitive, she breathes. Not gonna blow on me already, are you? She grinds her hips up experimentally, breath fanning over Dew’s gills in a huff. 

Dew bites back a yelp. If you do that, I might. 

Tempting, she teases, doing it again. But I’d quite like to do something else, if you’re keen.

The ghoul chirps in interest—though he seems quite keen to continue bucking up into MIst’s hand until he spills all over her knuckles and stomach. But Mist puts her hand on his back, smoothing along the ruffly fin that runs down his spine. All the way down to the small of his back, pulling him even closer. The angle makes his back curve just so, just enough to lift his ass off her thighs. 

Mist dips her hand lower, putting it squarely on his tiny ass and grabbing a handful of it. Her pointer finger creeps close to his hole. Dew nearly yelps when she presses the pad of her finger to it, the wet rim fluttering as he bucks against her. 

Ever touch yourself here? She asks, as nonchalantly as asking for the time. In private, does it make you wet to think about being filled?

Sometimes, he whispers, nodding with quick little movements of his head. Hard to . . . hard to reach, though. 

Mist hums, pressing her finger in a little. Dew clenches around her, head dropping down to her shoulder. Even with those long fingers, droplet?

Ah fuck, he groans. He rocks back and forth between the hand on his cock and the finger up his ass, so wet at both ends. Can’t—can’t get ‘em the way I want.

I’ll get mine just the way you want, if you’re up for it, Mist purrs. She matches his thrusts with rolls of her hips, getting more breathless the longer they go at it. At least let me feel you against me, she mutters against the shell of his ear. Feel your cock against mine. Get each other nice and wet.

Oh, Lucifer, Mist, Dew gasps. Please let me feel you. Want that so bad. 

Yeah? Gonna pull me out, droplet? Mist removes her hands from his body, bracing them on the ground so she can lift her hips. Go on. 

Dew does so clumsily, head still lolled onto her shoulder. Reluctant to actually move his dick—or any part of his body—away from her. He fumbles for a moment despite the simple elastic and tie. Panting against her skin and grunting under his breath. 

Mist is about to tease him when he laughs, breaking the heated moment. It’s one of the most beautiful, breathy laughs Mist thinks she’s ever heard, every time she hears it. And giggling about not being able to get her pants off is perhaps almost too endearing for her to handle. 

Dew shakes his head against her shoulder, little chest jumping with that continued laughter. Mist, gotta help me here, he smiles, totally helpless. Think my hands forgot how to fucking work. 

Mist huffs a laugh of her own, sliding her hands down next to his and easing them off her hips. There you go, droplet. 

Her cock finally bounces free and reveals how wet she’s gotten, the entirety of her groin wet with pre, folds shiny with slick. Dew settles back into her lap and groans at the sight. 

That’s better, isn’t it? Mist says, guiding him to sit nice and close. Their cocks press flush together with Dew’s balls nestling between her folds. He throbs against her, and she can’t help but groan. 

Fuck, Dew swears. He all but melts into her, silently inviting that hand to drift back around to his hole. Lucifer, you feel so good. He ruts their dicks together, the both of them completely slicked from tip to base. 

Mist hums, nosing along Dew’s jaw and placing her mouth next to his. She wraps both arms around him, settling one just at the base of his tail and the other between his cheeks. He whines, pressing an open-mouthed and sloppy kiss to the corner of her lips. 

Thought about having you for so long, guppy, she breathes. Will you make all those pretty sounds you make in your bedroom for me, too? Mist nips at his bottom lip and presses against his hole at the same time, and she swears Dew drools a little when he whines against her cheek. 

Yeah, he groans. 

Good. That’s very good. Mist rolls her hips against his, setting a lazy rhythm while she presses that first finger past his slick rim. The other hand grips the base of his tail and pulls upward, just enough to expose him to the balmy air.

Fuck, unholy shiiiit, Dew whines. It sounds just like it does in the middle of the night, albeit less muffled. Those same noises come pouring out of him the more she wriggles her finger. Rubbing against soft walls and making him clench and gasp. 

Little different than your own, isn’t it? Mist mutters. She dips her head to lick along his gills, tonguing against his soft fins. Slow, purposefully wet. When she pumps her finger in and out, just a small thrust, Dew jerks his head back with a feminine moan. 

Better, he chokes out. Different. Just—fuck, just keep doing it.

Think you can take another?

Dew’s eyes roll back into his head as he nods. Yeah. Yeah, another.

So Mist obliges, pulling the one digit out so she can snuggle a second alongside it. She presses the tip of it against his fluttering rim, teasing a stretch. What’s the magick word? 

Dew’s chest rumbles with laughter once more. He puts his back into an exaggerated arch, flicking his tail. He whimpers when her fingers push against him. Please? he breathes, half teasing, half actually desperate. 

What a good little water ghoul you are, Mist purrs, letting him have the two. He takes her so easily, sucking her in like she was meant to be there all along. Like being pet here, don’t you?

So much. Wanna—oh, Dew bites back the rest of his sentence.

Mist pulls him close, pressing her lips to his ear. What do you want?

The timbre of her voice makes him shiver. You. Want—fuck, Mist, want you inside me. 

That was the plan, droplet, she sing-songs, crooking her fingers. Press the head of my cock right here, ruin you for everyone else. 

Dew keens, and Mist can feel the thick glob of precum dribble from his slit down both of their lengths. And once it starts, it doesn’t stop, pre bubbling out like a leaky tap as Mist rubs that one spot over and over. He’s soft and slick there, pleasantly warm despite being a water ghoul. Tight, too, and if Mist thinks about it too much she might just flip him over, press his chest in the sand, and claim him for herself. 

Mist, he whines. Dunno if I’m gonna last—gonna—oh fuck, you gotta—

She shoves another finger in before he can say anything else, hissing along with him when his nails dig into her back. Just a little more, guppy. You can do it for me, can’t you?

Dew swallows. Pants slack-jawed into the shaved side of her hair. Then he nods, body tensing as he staves off his impending release. It’s tempting to let him just come apart. Let him suck her fingers in, clench around them. To groan as his balls draw up against her cunt and he paints her belly white. 

But she’s been waiting patiently to get her hands on him, and by some unholy miracle she gets to be the first one to have him. Mist wants to savor, at least for a moment, the feeling of being sheathed inside him, caressed by his quivering body until the tension takes them both over. 

Think you’re ready to try? she asks, splaying out her fingers to spread him wide. He stretches so easily, so willingly for her. 

Lucifer, please, he groans. 

A line of slick connects her fingers to his body as she pulls out, more of the wetness seeping out when the digits are removed. Mist wipes the excess on her thigh, shelving the urge to work those same fingers past Dew’s lips to make him taste himself. 

Lift your hips, droplet. She lies flat underneath him, scooting down a bit lower. There you go, spread those thighs. Mist rubs her hands up and down his hips, attempting to soothe but wanting so badly to grip him tight and sink in. His cock jumps between his legs, wagging in front of him and leaking drops of pre onto Mist’s stomach. 

Fuck, she grunts, pulling at herself a few times until she’s nice and hard. 

Dew reaches back to spread his own cheeks, blushing a little as he lowers down. He gasps when the tip of her cock kisses his hole. Digs his own nails into his skin. 

Let me in, she coos. Don’t clench. Just like that. The tip slips in, his rim gripping her nice and tight. Fuck yes, like that.

Yeah, he breathes, sinking lower. He bites his lip and fights his eyes from rolling. Unholy shit, Mist. 

He sucks her in, centimeter by aching centimeter, until his balls rest on her pubic mound and his taint sits flush to the place where her sex splits. He lets out a soft oh, sagging fully onto her with trembling thighs. Everything between them is wet—from the water still dripping from his hair to the slick coating insides of Mist’s thighs. 

Dew gives an experimental roll of his hips, keening when the head of her cock drags against the deepest parts of him. He looks down at her with blown pupils and clenches. Hard. 

Shit. Mist’s head thuds against the towel-covered sand. She grinds up against him, making him gasp again. Keep squeezing it like that. 

Dew balls his hands into fists at his sides, opening and closing again like he doesn’t know where to put them. Like he wants to touch himself but he’s visibly resisting—poorly resisting at that, considering how his left hand twitches towards his dick. 

Held out for me so well, guppy, Mist breathes, a little strained. Her cock kicks, dragging a groan from both of them. Let go for me. Let me feel you come apart.

It’s like a dam breaks inside him somewhere, that last little resolve cracking as he whisper-cries out thank you. His hand wraps around his dick, a tight vice that flies over his length and squelches with every stroke. Mist watches him fold in on himself, like he must when he’s alone, grinding his hips in tight circles. 

The ghoulette grips his knees, planting her feet so she can get a better angle to match his movements. The shift causes him to tip forward, free hand coming to grab at her side. 

Little uh uh uh’s tumble from Dew’s lips. He’s already racing towards the edge, if the upturned eyebrows, slack mouth, and splatters of precum flying from his dick are anything to go by. Mist doesn’t dare look away, no matter how little he’s actually moving on her. The visual—and the way his ass clamps over her dick every other breath—is more than enough to get her breathing ragged. 

Satanas, Mist, I—hah, oh oh fuuuck. He whines a slew of other syllables that don’t make sense, legs shaking against her hips as he tries in vain to keep some semblance of rhythm. He alternates between aborted thrusts of his hips and quick jerks of his dick. Like he can’t possibly do both simultaneously anymore. 

Fuck, you’re cute when you’re about to bust, Mist groans. Gonna give it to me? She bites her lip, tiny fangs poking out. Her hands migrate up to his hips, thumbs pressing above the jutting bones and just under the line of curly fins. Holding with an unyielding grip. 

Dew tosses his head back, the look on his face pure ecstasy. Mist watches his brow furrow even more, his eyes roll behind closed eyelids, and his neck crane to an almost unnatural angle. His tail goes rigid behind him, curling up at the end. His mouth falls open with a low groan, one that keeps going until his voice cracks, hand jerking fast over the flushed tip. 

Fuck. Gonna. He moans, high-pitched and thoroughly wrecked, balls going taught against his body.  ‘S gonna come out. Mist, I—

That’s it, cum on me, Cum on my cock, Mist growls, hips already poised to snap up against him. 

Dew whines when he cums, shooting ropes over her stomach and ribs, even reaching as far as her tits. He pulses around her cock, clenching and unclenching so rapidly her knuckles almost blanch where she’s digging her fingers into his hips. 

It’s only a few more spasms before Mist can’t take it anymore, forcing Dew to flop against her, chest to chest. He goes down without a fight, and before he can so much as huff another groan, Mist is wrapping her arms around him like a snake sizing up its prey, pistoning her hips up and into him as fast as she can manage. 

O-o-oh, Mi-i-ist, he groans, voice jumping with each thrust. 

Yeah, gonna cum in this pretty little ass, Dewdrop, she hisses. So good for me, taking me so fucking well.

His legs twitch against the towel, overwhelmed. A fantasy flashes through her mind of working him into overstimulation, tears running down those sharp cheekbones, little dick still leaking into the crease of his hip as she folds his legs up to his ears. How he’d whine and writhe. 

Just as he does now, really, panting into her neck, still fluttering around her as she fucks into him. 

Please, Dew begs, want you to cum in me. His lips graze against her own gills. The soft and delicate way in which he avoids smothering them affects her more than it ought to, and her belly curls with such an intense spike of arousal that she tumbles over the edge right then and there.

Oh, Lucifer, she moans, shoving her dick in as far as it’ll go, spilling deep inside. Legs shaking as she hovers off the ground, and no doubt leaving nail marks in her own forearms. Her cunt, too, spills in its own way. Slick seeping out, trailing down the cleft of her ass and dripping onto the towel. 

Dew makes some unintelligible gurgling noise, going completely lax against her as his body milks her for all she’s worth. It only takes a few more haphazard twitches before Mist sprawls out too, limbs heavy and starfishing out beneath him. 

Mist sighs heavily, content. The sand is warm on her arms, pleasantly so. Dew’s weight too, like a sleepy kitten—well, closer to a sopping wet, but still amicable, kitten. 

Hmm, Mist, Dew mutters sweetly. 

Mist gives him a scritch behind his horns. Yes, droplet?

That was really hot.

Mist barks a laugh. Dew giggles in return, inadvertently clenching around her and turning her laugh into a groan. 

Guppy, you’re going to have to let go of my cock if you’re going to be silly, she chides, pinching the tip of his ear. 

Dew picks his head up, wearing the poutiest look on his pretty face. The pout, though, is vastly diminished by the residual blush across most of his face, pleasure betraying his token protest—not to mention the smirk also tugging at the corner of his mouth, that signature mischief poking through. 

Cute, Mist teases. Come on, up.

Dew wriggles, Mist’s cock slipping from his body as he shimmies upward and rolls off of her. Grains of sand stick to the residual water and sweat on his skin immediately and coat the back of his body in sediment. She sits up and looks at him, flushed body and sticky cock, and just has to smirk at the state of him. 

You certainly looked like you enjoyed yourself. 

Dew closes his eyes to the sun, grinning wide and goofy. Absolutely. 

It’s quiet between them for a moment, only the lapping of the lake waves and the squawking of nearby grackles breaking the silence. Then: You wanna go again? 

Mist snorts, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers. I’ve awoken an insatiable monster, haven’t I? 

He chirps happily, smugly, before springing off the sand with a gleeful smile. The boyish charm is back when he asks Mist: If I beat you to the other side of the lake, we get to go again. He points at the far side of the lake, just visible if they squint. 

Mist looks down at herself, covered in slick and Dew’s drying spend. She wrinkles her nose. Suppose I could go for a swim. She stands up, tossing her braids behind her shoulders, off her face. She glances at Dew, who may as well be a cat ready to pounce after the tastiest mouse it’s ever seen. 

Mist smiles, all teeth. 

Before he can even blink, she takes off, fast as anything. Dew can only scramble after her, laugh ringing across the water before he dives in after her. 

[faiyx]

Water ghouls!

There are…so many of them…wow

More details/notes/headcanons under the cut!

water ghoul headcanons!

-introverted and quiet, like to keep to themselves

-hard of hearing, their ears are folded in a way to keep water out, so most water ghouls wear a hearing aid when on stage

-they run super cold! Their bodies are usually cold and slick, they smell like sea water.

-theyre great swimmers and need to return to water periodically, so their bodies stay healthy.

-water ghoul magic: control over states of water, healing magic and pressure control.

[profanepurity]

🌊 Spawns of Leviathan 🌊

[spect-era]

a MASSIVE collection of ghoul designs I’ve been making over the past few days…

(silly explainations below cut btw)

updated designs for Dew and Rain are available as well as the LA ghoulettes, 0 ghouls and river and lake :3 and Omega + Cumulus

Hai I wanna explain how my ideas on the designs work here for a moment…

Quint ghouls: they often have 2 pairs of curled horns , with a lot more deep purples and blues. They are one of the ghoul types with more hair. + they usually have much longer canines making them have fangs visible even when their mouths are closed. Additionally they wear gold accessories often !

Water ghouls: they often resemble fish, with gills and fin ears. Their horns usually curve before straightening out again and curving again at the ends. They are often greens and blues, and have two sets of yellow eyes.

Earth ghouls: they often resemble goats or sheep, these ghouls tend to have shades of brown or green with them and their horns tend to be unique in shape or heavily resemble those of goats and sheep.

Air ghouls: they often have fluffier hair and short hair on their shoulders that resemble clouds. The hair on their faces and their horns tend to be lighter shades.

Fire ghouls: these tend to be the ones with the most hair, with hair sometimes covering most of their upper body. Much like quint ghouls fire ghouls have two sets of horns, however these horns are almost always dark colours. They additionally have darker eyes with bright irises and their hair can have brighter accents.

Transitioned ghouls: ghouls who transition from one element to another often keep most of their original features, but often gain new features that correspond to their new element, whether this be new horn sets, new hair colours, and new eye colours

Multi ghouls / misc ghouls: these ghouls can often resemble ghouls from other elements but don’t actually belong to the element itself.

——

In other news I hc that cirrus transitioned from being an earth ghoul to an air ghoul btw <3 for silly reasons 👍

[damagedghoulette]

There’s only four ghouls that are allowed to join the ghoulettes Friday spa and wine nights

Mountain, Rain, Dewdrop and Delta

Mountain and Rain get all the gossip because people just like to rant to the quiet ones… also their joints get achy sometimes so they appreciate the massages and lotions

When the ghoulettes found out how painful changing elements were they all collectively agreed to invite Dewdrop and Delta;

Dewdrop at first was suspicious,

why all of a sudden was he allowed to join when he wasn’t before? What did they want from him?

He refuses to join the first few weeks until Cirrus literally threw him over her shoulder and carried him into their room. He was shocked when he clocked his eyes onto Mountain who was in a green coloured face mask completely blissed out, wine in hand

Delta was the same as Dew, Why on earth would the ghoulettes want him? He’s not worthy of this?

He knew that Mist would disappear some nights and then come back drunk as anything but he never expected this. He also refused to join for weeks but he would notice how the girls and three of copias ghouls would stare at him.

One night while working alone late in the infirmary, the two beefiest ghouls, Omega and Aether walked in and grabbed Delta by the arms and feet and carried him down to where the girls were waiting. He wasn’t happy of course but he soon warmed up to it

[viniche]

I have WOMEN💥💥💥 and a raindrop kissin

[ssmeng]

brothers

rehearse together

I wanted to draw a picture of the second-generation clothing and Terzo together, so I did.

（Since the comic that has a plot and is rather long is still in the draft, I will show you these for the time being.）

[namelessdumbass]

Feel free to disagree, but i believe Meliora masks were the best. Literally every ghoul looked AMAZING. So noble and mysterious. Satanas, just look at their eyes! 😍

[sunnysoliel]

Give me Mountain in the late summer early fall being in so much pain because he feels his entire element dying around him and he’s helpless to it.

Give me dewdrop trying so hard to stay warm in the winter but his bodies too small and never fully adjusted to fire so he can’t produce enough heat and he’s too prideful to ask for help from alpha and Ifrit.

Give me mist and rain spending 15+ hours a day soaking in the lake the summer but their skin still gets cracked and dry and painful because they can’t take the dryness.

Give me air ghouls sneezing a lot in the spring cus if the pollen idk it’s hard to write for them

[moonlitministry]

Keychains are shortly back!

Since I am not planning on getting a stock of these till somewhere next year I still want to do something for the people who commented on the first round about having missed out, so for the next two weeks there still is an opportunity to grab them! After that i'm not sure when they will return

+ a tambourine got added for the ghoulette lovers!

Link under the cut!

[wolves333]

cr:@Evara

Hhsgdfffhj!!!

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Haircuts i think some of the ghouls have because why not :

Swiss : dreadlocks with a lot of gold jewlery

Ifrit : shaved on the left side, wavy and jaw-lenght for the rest

Sunshine : MOHAWK. I am a mohawk Sunny truther

Pebble : short and fluffy

Cirrus : long hair with an undercut at the back

Aether : mohawk again. He's the one who cut Sunny's hair when she decided she wanted one too.

Alpha : I'm torn between long hair (like mid-back long), long hair with both sides shaved, or short hair. I especially like the second option but all three seem fitting.

Omega : usually slicks it back, but when loose falls on his forehead

Delta : he cuts it off himself without caring how it looks. It's uneven and often a total mess, but he won't let anyone touch it.

Zephyr : shoulder lenght, often full of braids (done by ifrit) and half of it held up in a ponytail.

Mist : short and unruly, spikes in every directions

Aurora : mid neck lenght curls with a bang

Rain : WOLF CUT WAVY HAIR RAIN SUPREMACY

Cumulus : mid back lenght beautiful curls, of course

Dew : mid back long hair

Phantom : fluffy curls with a streak of white at the front, falling on his face, hidding his eyes if he tilts his face down.

Mountain : mid neck lenght, often in a ponytail with one rebel strand constantly slipping out of it

[s8nicpanicc]

Water ghoul headcanons based on things I learned in my marine biology class!

- Not all ghouls have the ability to produce milk, however the ones who do are closer in anatomy to cetaceans (whales, dolphins, porpoises) and this often means that they actually don't have nipples the same way other ghouls do, as it's hidden behind a mammary slit.

- The deeper the water ghoul comes from, the weirder their anatomy gets. I don't particularly think water ghouls can come from deep sea unless ??? Idk magic??? Cus at some point having bones isn't gonna be fantastic for you if you get too deep. Another thing is maybe smaller water ghouls. I don't think they'd be able to walk particularly quick or walk at all, deep sea creatures typically don't move quickly unless it's a split second thing.

- Additionally, deep sea ghouls on average would probably have a lack of vision if not total blindness and those who could see would lack full color vision. The deeper you get in the water, colors seem to sort of disappear hence why most bioluminescence appears blue.

- Back to upper waters, I can definitely see some types of water ghouls who live together in packs living similarly to killer whales in the sense that different packs have different cultures and different languages and different ways to hunt. I also think it would be super cool if said hierarchies worked the same, with the oldest female being the matriarch and males either joining or staying since they were calves (a good example of this is a 45 year old male killer whale nicknamed Chainsaw who still lives in the same pod he was born in with his mother and little sister.)

- Some male ghouls may look more femme if they live on the reef in order to trick other male ghouls into letting them breed with females, also they can change colors.

- Actually I think a lot of water ghouls could for sure just change their sex over time, it happens in a lot of different species but I think the most famous may be clownfish.

- Some male water ghouls giving birth the same way male seahorses do, I think that's fun.

- I like the implication the fandom has that Rain is actually a freshwater ghoul or just bull sharks his way between fresh and salt water.

[damagedghoulette]

Water Ghouls hold each others hands when floating in water like otters

Rain however prefers to hold Dew like a pup in water