Can we get Dew and New Bugs first time 👀👉👈
This isn’t at all what you asked for but this is what my brain made so enjoy!!
Despite what everyone thought, Dew liked the new ghoul. Sure, he wasn’t Aether, but Dew didn’t think that was a bad thing. He liked how easy the new ghoul was. How desperate for attention he was, how he’d do anything with a simple command, no fighting back. Dew liked how much control he had over him, something he never really had before, he liked how he could do anything to the new ghoul and he didn’t even question it, he’s just happy to be getting the attention he desperately wanted.
Like now, as Dew took control of the kiss, one hand in his stage sweaty and sticky hair, pushing the ghoul backwards into a dingy bathroom backstage, pinning him up against a wall. He was so easy against Dew, letting himself be pushing and pulled wherever Dew wanted. He lets out a moan into the kiss as his back hits the wall behind him, his hands running though Dew’s hair.
Dew’s own hand roam from Phantom’s hair, to his shoulders, down to his waist where he squeezes at his hip, pulling him forward for they can rut their clothed cocks together.
Phantom whimpers as he does, his hips bucking up onto Dew. Dew breaks the kiss with the sloppy sound, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
“Need you. Needed you since you bent backwards like that on stage.” He pants, feeling out of breath already.
Phantom nods, looking at Dew a little like a lost puppy, his pupils blow and lips swollen and shiny with spit.
“Yeah, yeah Dew, anything. Do anything to me.”
He sounds just as out of breath as Dew.
Dew’s cock shouldn’t kick in his pants the way it does at Phantom’s eagerness but it does. Maybe their first time together shouldn’t be in a dingy backstage bathroom, but honestly Dew thinks it’s kinda suits them. It’s desperate and trashy just like the both of them.
Dew shakily starts undoing the buttons on Phantom’s shirt, pointing to his own hoping he gets the idea. He does, and nimble fingers make quick work of undoing Dew’s buttons.
Dew brings their mouths together in another messy kiss, licking into the ghouls mouth. He pulls Phantom’s shirt off his body, letting Phantom do the same for him.
Phantom let’s out a squeak feeling Dew’s warm hands run up his chest, rolling his nipples between two fingers.
Phantom breaks the kiss this time.
“Dew, please. Need you, need more.” His voice breaks on several words and Dew really shouldn’t find that as hot as he does.
“Yeah? I’ve got you, bug. Gunna fuck you so well.”
Phantom keens, high pitched and feminine, his knees bucking underneath him. Dew unfastens the laces on Phantom's jeans, holding him up against the wall with one hand. He dips his hand below the waistband, fingers teasing along the soft Skin of Phantom’s lower belly. His fingers dip lower, feeling something soft and delicate under his touch.
He pulls away to look at Phantom, confusion all over his face.
“Lace?”
Phantom flushes red, avoiding looking directly at Dew.
“Uh, yeah. Lace.”
Dew pushes Phantom’s jeans down to his mid thigh to reveal lace. White lace. Soft looking white lace. His cock was tenting and straining against the flimsy fabric, creating a wet spot making the fabric go see through. Dew could clearly see the ruddy head of his cock through the wet patch. His mouth watered at the sight, the little blood that remained in his brain rushed south, his cock throbbing in his pants .
“Oh.”
“I -uh-I like the way they feel.” Phantom flushes deeper red. “I like how they make me feel. Pretty.” He scratches awkwardly at the back of his head. “Do I-uh- Do I look pretty?”
The way he tilts his head to the side and looks shy, almost scared, like Dew’s going to say no, has his heart melting.
“Fuck, you look so pretty, you have no idea.”
Dew feels his heartbeat in his cock.
Phantom’s ears visibly perk up, his tail flicking against his leg.
“Really?” There’s a shy smile on his face.
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful.”
Phantom beams at him, a sweet smile full of fangs and duck his head down shyly.
“You really think so?”
Dew rolls his eyes, grabbing Phantom’s hand and pushing the outline of his very hard cock into his hand.
“You really need to ask that?”
Phantom’s eyes go wide and he squeezes at Dew’s cock.
“That’s because of me?”
“All because of you, baby.” Dew pushes into Phantom’s hand with a groan. Before Phantom can say anything Dew’s pulling him off the wall and pushing him onto the direction of the sink. Phantom shuffles, tripping a bit with his jeans still around his knees but he lets Dew move him where he wants. He gets bent over the sink and Dew pulls his jeans down his ankles.
“Spread your legs for me.”
He does as he’s told, spreading his legs as far as he can with his jeans still restricting him.
“Good boy.”
Phantom should whimper the way he does at the slight praise but he does, his cock kicking in the thin lace.
Dew drops to his knees behind him, ignore the way liquid immediately seeps into his jeans. He doesn’t want to think what it could be. He kneads at Phantom’s ass, admiring the way the lace clings to cheeks making his ass look rounder, fuller.
“So pretty.”
Phantom whine, pushing his out into where Dew is touching him.
“Dew, what-what are you doing?”
Dew squeezes at his ass again.
“Shhh.” He presses a line of kisses up his cheek. “Something so pretty deserves to be worshipped properly.” He pulls the lace to the side to reveal Phantom’s hole winking at him.
Phantom let’s out a squeak feeling something warm and wet running from his taint to hole on one long stroke.
“Oh-oh-Dew-“ He pushes his hips backwards into Dew.
Dew licks around his rim, enjoying the squeaking whimpers Phantom is making.
“Sound so pretty for me.”
He grips at Phantom’s hips, pulling him back into his face.
Phantom whimpers again, leaning fully against the sink, it’s disgusting, covered in a layer of grime but he can’t find himself to care. Especially when he feels Dew’s tongue finally breaching his hole.
Dew licks into him with a moan vibrating around him rim, making Phantom moan loudly and grip the edge of the sink.
“Oh shit, Dew. That feels so good, fuck.” One hand comes round to reach the back of Dew’s head, pushing him deeper into his ass.
Dew twists his tongue licking as deep as he can, pulling Phantom's cheeks apart to get even deeper. He shakes his head, fangs nibbling at his rim. It’s wet and messy, there’s saliva running down Dew’s chin and dripping onto his thighs.
He pulls away, panting slightly.
“Look in the mirror. Tell me how pretty you are.” He gives a long lick across his hole. “Look at how pretty you are while you get your ass eaten.”
Phantom’s legs shake and he feels like they might give way from under him, but he does as he’s told, looking up into the mirror in front of him. It’s clouded with dirt but he can just about make out his reflection. His cheeks are flushed bright red, his eyes are watery, his lashes clumped together with unshed tears. He looks like a mess.
Dew’s get off from his knees, pulling his jeans down just enough to free his cock. He runs the head along Phantom's hole, giving him a few hits.
“Keep looking, baby. I wanna see the look on your face when I fuck you.” He leans over him, trapping him against the sink. “I wanna hear you tell me how pretty you are. And if you stop, I’ll stop fucking you and leave you here in this bathroom alone.”
Phantom drops his head on the sink with a dull thud. Dew tuts at him, but pushed himself in with one long thrust making Phantom moan loudly, the sound echoing around the bathroom. Dew bottoms out, his hips snuggly hitting against Phantom's ass. He can feel the soft lace brushing against him.
He reached into Phantom's hair, pulling his head up so he’s facing the mirror once again.
“Start taking, pretty boy.”
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I'm curious, any shenanigans with Wukong Ma and Macaque? :3 Or Ma and MK? (Can you tell I'm mildly obsessed with Ma?)
Tbh I’m not quite sure what you’re asking, I’m very sorry it’s my bad, soooooo I hope this suffices:
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“I’m telling you dude he doesn’t understand slang,” Ma whispered to Wukong while they stood on a bench in Lotus Park while Macaque inspected a statue not that far off.
Wukong gave Ma a sceptical look, “Seriously?” He knew Macaque was kind of a social outcast having been a runaway from everywhere he’d ever been but Wukong figured with that much travelling Macaque must have been introduced to at least some slang.
“YEAH! Bro doesn’t right understand half the shit I’ve been saying!” Ma whisper yelled trying to keep her voice down so Macaque wouldn’t hear but failing miserably in the face of astonishment. “Look just watch.”
Wukong watched as Ma hopped off the bench and strolled over to Macaque.
“Hey yo, Mackers,” Ma said once she reached Macaque. Macaque turned around and gave her a quizzical look.
“What now?” Macaque asked.
“Why are you such a simp?”
Macaque stared, “What?”
“ For reals why you such a simp? No cap, spill the tea homie.”
Macaque continued to stare, utterly lost as to what the hell Ma was saying.
As for Wukong? Well he was to busy laughing his ass off to notice the subtle cracking that appeared on the statue Macaque had been inspecting moments before.
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༘ ೀ⋆。 @bardictales || sent a message ( unprompted) :
"Well now, what brings you to Mondstadt, oh wandering traveller..." From his position upon the tree branch, Venti waves down at the wandering traveller, head tipped to the side with a pleasant smile. He has his suspicions as to just who it might be, for whispers are carried by the wind, yet he does not assume. Instead he reaches to take two fresh apples from the branch nearest his perch and throws one down to his new companion. "Care to take a break and enjoy the whimsical musings of a local bard to rest for a time?"
To travel teyvat is one of her biggest dreams , who would have thought that after years of torturous acting && loneliness -- she would finally attain the dreams she only wished for , the gift of freedom , really does taste so sweet especially when you're in the very nation where freedom is represented. Mondstadt , is very , very different from fontaine , one could describe it as if it's just a country side town pretending to be a nation -- without any rules to follow, a very different comparison to the noisy , buzzling & law abiding nation of fontaine , thus furina felt really out place at first when she first stepped in mondstadt , && yet there's no crime going on.
The nation is just small but there's so much to offer, to step on the biggest tree where the shrine of the anemo god stood is where furina found herself soon , the breeze was welcoming , warm and comforting that the ex archon couldn't help it was calling for her , her eyes still focused on the statue of seven when she heard a voice call out to her. Startled the fontainian blinked && turned her gaze towards the sudden companion. Handling her an apple.
She paused briefly to ponder whether she should accept the offer , in fontaine talking to a stranger in an isolated place is a danger for your self but then again this is mondstadt && not fontaine , so she gracefully took the apple given to her before leaning against the tree for shade. " Sounds wonderful , I've heard mondstadt is a nation of music , since I, as well a lover of plays , drama , I would love to hear what's mondstadt music is like "
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