#he is gushing with new water 💦

[adhd-merlin]

who wrote the transcript for ep 4x10 and why did they make the spirit possession sound so sexual

[divine-misfortune]

❛ you’re soaked. let me grab you a towel. ❜ and a pairing of your choice with a water ghoul or ghoulette 👀💦

Mist and trans masc water dew, because I make the rules-

"That's it, just keep your legs open for me."

Dew nodded shakily, both hands covering the lower half of his face. He sunk further down into the couch, heels pressed to the back of his thighs, toes curled over the lip of the cushion.

From between the gaps in his fingers he dared to watch the slow in and out motion of Mist's digits. Every time they disappeared inside of his cunt he found himself painfully aware of how wet he was. Sure, he could feel how his body leaked like a fucking faucet but the sound was what really reminded him of it.

Dew felt filthy.

Sat in a growing puddle of his own desperation. Legs opened and on display to the water ghoulette before him. He was shaking, he'd been shaking since she got him undressed - however long ago that was now.

"Don't go shy on me now minnow." Mist ran a cool palm along his inner thigh and he shuddered. "You're doing perfect, wet as a water ghoul should be. I'm so proud of you."

A third finger pushed into him in time with her praise. Dew's eyes went unfocused for a minute and he dug his nails into the meat of his cheeks, some poor attempt to distract himself from the mounting pressure in his gut. The stretch, while gradual, pulled a loud moan from him. Louder than he would have liked and absolutely whorish.

"You like that?"

Mist's question was met with a slightly garbled uh huh and she smiled coyly. The rough pads of her fingers crooked upwards and Dew's mouth fell helplessly open, he didn't think to shut it.

"J...Just like that, yeah," his voice came out unsteady and soft. He didn't trust himself to speak any louder without breaking.

"What? Here?" She asked innocently despite rubbing directly on the softer spot on his inner walls. His legs just about spasmed.

"Fuck!"

"Mhm, thought so. Good boy."

Mist sat forward on her knees and gave his clit an experimental kitten lick that left him feeling dizzy. The brief caress of her tongue sent electricity throughout his nerves. His body went tight around her bony fingers. If he could think to uncurl his claws from his cheeks he'd have found a new home for them in her hair. Loose beach waves that he'd give anything to tug on, to use to selfishly drag her closer.

He thankfully didn't have to though. She got the hint, and he was grateful she didn't think to make him beg, he couldn't have formed a coherent plea if he tried.

Her lips sealed around his swollen clit and every inch of his body felt it. Felt her lapping away at his little cock. She'd stop occasionally only to drag her forked tongue through his folds, swallowing him down like she was dying of thirst.

It was like his brain clicked off. The combination of her fingers and alarmingly skilled tongue proved to be too much for him.

He felt the telltale flare of heat in his belly and his eyes fluttered, threatening to cross. He hardly registered the foreign weight that accompanied it, too busy choking on the pathetic little whimpers bubbling out of him.

Dew came with a full body sob, knees trying to draw together to stop the endless flood of stimulation but Mist's fingers continued to stroke inside him. Dark spots obscured his vision. Too much, too much for the poor water ghoul.

And that pressure, that pressure became unbearable.

"Oh fuck, wait, wait-"

There was barely a chance for him to babble out a warning, too hazy brained to realize it before his body responded with a gush of wetness. Mist jerked back with a surprised gasp that Dew could hardly hear through the ringing in his ears.

He uncoiled from himself slowly. Boneless against the couch cushions. Dew couldn't catch his breath.

"Shit, guppy..." Mist sat back on her heels and Dew cracked an eye open in time to watch her wipe her mouth on her arm. "Didn't think you were this messy."

It was a fight to get both eyes to open and focus on her. He almost curled up in on himself again, but in absolute shame. She was covered in his cum. Droplets beaded and dripped from her chin to her bare chest.

"You're...Sweet hell, you're soaked, I'm sorry. Let me get a towel or something, I'm, fuck, I'm sorry Mist." Dew mumbled and pushed himself off the couch onto unsteady legs. His knees were practically knocking together, wobbling.

He folded easily when Mist took his wrist and tugged him to the floor with her.

"Seems like a waste...You taste so good droplet, why don't you clean me up properly, hm? Bet you're good with your tongue."

"I, um, oh...I can, yeah, I can do that."