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You have me CACKLING. Funniest shit ever 🙏
Imagine; Dew and Rain sitting by the lake (sunglasses on cause it looks cool) on a hot day as Aeon walks by and the two of them just lusting after new bug and telling each other what depraved things they would like to do to him (getting really horny of course). Poor little innocent Aeon waves to them, not knowing anything at all 😭😏
All of these Phantom asks in my inbox are assembling themselves into a delightful little series!!
Spiritual successor to "Phantom chokes himself while jerking off to Raindrop" and "Raindrop makes a mess on the couch while talking nasty about Phantom"
1.5k words of Rain and Dew objectifying an oblivious Phantom on the beach.
“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.
“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”
It’s a sizzling hot summer day and the ghouls are all trying to keep cool by the lake, the whole pack spread out on the shores and basking in the shallows as the afternoon sun beats down on their shimmering skin. Dew and Rain are sitting in beach chairs, letting the heat of the day dry them off after a morning of swimming—both wearing large, dark sunglasses as they watch the rest of the ghouls frolic around.
Dew extracts a pack of cigarettes from the cup holder of his chair and slides one out, bringing it to his lips and lighting it with a flash of his fire element. Rain watches him intently as he smokes, his eyes following the plume of smoke that rolls off of Dew’s tongue as the fire ghoul examines the activity on the beach in front of them.
Phantom is sitting close to the water with Cirrus and Cumulus, the three ghouls digging enthusiastically in the wet sand as they build a large pile that seems to have hopes of one day being a sandcastle. Dew scowls as he watches them, reaching a hand up to itch at the messy bun of blond hair piled between his horns.
“Checking out your boyfriend?” Rain deadpans, following Dew’s gaze. Dew gives him a derisive snort in return, smoke puffing out of his nose.
“You’re the one insisting he wants to fuck you so bad,” Dew grumbles, taking another deep drag off his cigarette. Rain smirks.
Dew and Rain have been having a back-and-forth about the new quintessence ghoul recently. They’ve noticed Phantom’s interest in them—always stealing glances in the dressing room, watching them longingly as they snuggle in the den during movie nights—and it’s clear that their young new bandmate is hoping that they’ll invite him in to play.
Dew and Rain have yet to discuss whether they actually want to do that or not. They’ve been too busy arguing over which one of them Phantom wants to fuck more, and what they envision the other ghoul will do to the shy new guitarist once they get him alone.
“Oh, I mean he clearly wants to fuck me more. But I’m generous. You can be the one to date him if you want.”
“I don’t want to date him, dumbass,” Dew hisses, smoke rolling out between his gritted fangs.
“Yes, you do. You want him to bring you a bouquet of flowers and tell you you’re pretty while he makes sweet, gentle love to you.”
Dew flicks his cigarette butt at the water ghoul, and it bounces off of Rain’s damp skin with a hiss. Rain cackles. Dew’s too easy. One day he’ll learn that Rain won’t tease him so much if he doesn’t give him such a big reaction, but today is not that day.
“I think you’re projecting, Rainy,” Dew sneers. “You’re obsessed with him. I’ve seen the way you stare back at him when he watches you get changed. You’re hoping he’ll pick up on you mentally begging him to corner you backstage and fuck the piss out of you.”
“Fuck the what?” Rain laughs, a bit nervously.
“You heard me,” Dew replies, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “You want the new kid’s dick in your ass.”
Rain scoffs, turning his attention away from Dew to examine the three ghouls making their sand pile.
“Talk about projecting.”
“The only thing projecting is gonna be Phantom’s come into your butthole.”
Rain scowls.
“You like how tall he is. You want him to pick your little ass up and carry you across the threshold of your bedchambers like his virgin bride.”
“I bet he’d be so nervous,” Dew continues, ignoring the water ghoul. “And you’d fucking love that, you sicko. God, I bet he’d just—tremble about how beautiful you are, and you’d eat that shit right up.”
“Well, it’s not like anyone else ever tells me I’m beautiful,” Rain huffs.
“He’d probably come in like three strokes, all embarrassed and apologetic, and you’d be over the moon.”
Rain lifts his glasses to squint at Dew with his blue eyes.
“What, like the last time I let you top?”
The spade of Dew’s tail digs into the sand.
“I lasted for five strokes, thank you.”
Rain snickers and Dew smiles, a tinge of blush creeping under his sunglasses.
“And let me, please. You were begging for it.”
Rain shrugs with a sly grin, dropping his glasses down on his nose and settling back in his chair.
“Potato, tomato.”
“Potato, potahto, dumbass.”
Rain flicks sand at Dew’s leg with his tail, making the fire ghoul cry out in protest.
“But seriously,” Dew says with a scowl, brushing sand off of his sweaty skin. “What would you do to that little freak if you got your hands on him?”
Rain wiggles his nose, looking out over the beach as Phantom stands up to go fetch a bucket. The lanky quintessence ghoul brushes sand off his black swim trunks as he walks, the wet fabric clinging to his shapely ass as Dew and Rain stare.
“Well, I feel like I’d have to start with taking a good look at his dick ring, right?” Rain says.
“Right,” Dew replies. “Makes sense. Gotta see if the rumors are true.”
“Exactly. Then I’d make him take a good look at my cock. Really describe how pretty it is, you know. Tell me how much he wants to suck it.”
“Narcissist.”
“Just a realist, thanks. Anyway, I’d let him keep going until he couldn’t stand it anymore and just starts begging to suck my cock. Pleading. He wants to suck my dick so bad there are tears in his big purple eyes.”
Dew sighs.
“Are you writing a romance novel? Get to the part that’s gonna make my dick hard.”
Rain swats at Dew with the spade of his tail.
“Will you let me set the stage? Satan have mercy,” Rain grumbles. “So, he’s begging to suck my cock, just beside himself for it, right, and I decide to be benevolent and reward him. So I stroke his cheek, tell him what a good boy he is. How proud I am of how patient he’s being. Then I grab him by the horns and just… fuck the shit out of his face.”
“Mmmhmm,” Dew affirms, quickly reaching down to adjust the crotch of his swim trunks as he stares at Phantom.
“Like… really nasty style,” Rain continues. “He’s crying, he’s gagging, he loves it. Says he wants me deeper. He takes me all the way down, nose buried in my pubes, moaning like a whore. When I come, I’m so far in he doesn’t even need to swallow. Just unload straight down his throat.”
Dew nods thoughtfully, resting a hand over his chubby dick.
“What about you?” Rain asks him, momentarily turning away from Phantom to glance at the fire ghoul.
“Well,” Dew says. “Obviously, I’ve been watching all of this play out.”
“Of course,” Rain responds. “We do everything together.”
“Right. And I was honestly gonna have him suck my dick, but I’ll mix it up for the sake of keeping things interesting.”
“So generous.”
“Have you noticed that he has his tongue pierced?” Dew asks. “I wanna feel it on my asshole.”
“Ooh,” Rain purrs. “I’m jealous I didn’t think of that one.”
Dew nods, his own tongue flickering over his lips as he watches Phantom and Cumulus shake wet sand loose from an upturned bucket.
“So I’ll just have him eat my ass like he’s trying to make the Olympics for it, really show me all the things that fancy tongue can do. I’ll wrap my tail around his neck—loosely, at first, just to hold him in place—but once he gets really into it, I’ll give him a little choke. Just for fun.”
“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.
“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”
Dew and Rain stare intently at Phantom, who glances over and notices them looking his way. He grins brightly, giving them an enthusiastic wave. Dew and Rain smile weakly, giving him a wave in return—their hands casually hiding their semi-erect dicks.
“Then after he’s done tonguing my asshole, I’ll tell him to stop wasting time and fuck it already.”
“I knew it.”
“I know what I like,” Dew shrugs, reaching for his pack of cigarettes and withdrawing another one. He lights it and takes a deep drag, exhaling with a sigh as Rain watches him. Phantom continues to glance over their way, giving the two ghouls a curious look.
“So are you gonna ask him or should I?” Rain says dryly, examining his fingernails. Dew groans.
“You do it, I don’t want him to think I’m too excited about this or anything.”
Rain snickers, moving down to sit on the far edge of his beach chair.
“Hey, Phantom!” he calls, cupping his hand around his mouth. Phantom and the ghoulettes look up, giving Rain their full attention.
“Are you busy tonight?” Rain yells.
“No!” Phantom calls back. “Why, what’s up?”
“Please don’t scream it down the fucking beach,” Dew mutters, rubbing his eyes under his sunglasses.
“Do you want to fuck us?”
Dew sighs.
“…What?” Phantom calls back.
“I said, do you want to fuck us?” Rain screams.
“…What?” Phantom squeaks.
Collaboration with @viniche 🌟
Two boys during year zero 🔥
