#a lovely chaotic duo

[stellaseveride]

OUTER BANKS 3.09 “Welcome to Kitty Hawk”

“Cleo convinced him.”

[linefelcei]

"Mom's not here and dad's busy, let's go on a run, Mel!" 🏃‍♀️💨

[bxnnie-bxwl]

they're bonding so quickly

[raplinenthusiasts]

it's their love language 🫶

for @cordiallyfuturedwight cr. 0613data

[deadtiredghost]

The bro's be bro-ing

[beaulesbian]

im just noticing some similarities

[kate-and-anthony]

[timethehobo]

Just really love their synergy ok.

[sodamnbored]

Leo: There are two things in this life that I am utterly committed to.

Jason: Oh yeah? What are they?

Leo, smoothly: Well the first is obviously you, handsome.

Jason, flustered and pleased: And the second?

Leo, solemnly: The bit.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

the wild symbrockiness of it all is absolutely not lost on me in venom the last dance trailer when we get that statement from venom that ends with ...has found us (following a spectacularly pregnant pause) coming after the beautiful: “eddie, MY HOME...”

[oxalisworks]

this

[hyakunana]

God and his staff

[fatedroses]

Many things were used to describe the mad hermit of Amaurot: a drunkard, degenerate, cynical, and even monstrous by those who stirred trouble for the newly appointed Azem. But nothing could prepare Emet-Selch for what he would see for himself, when offered a chance to meet the Sun's Shadow.

[queenoffoliage]

Just your usual pyrotechnist shenanigans in copycat ~

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

The urge to write Ifrit and Swiss getting freaky with other ghouls around and failing trying not to get caught won. This is much longer than originaly planned, but oh, well.

Ifrit's always been a very physically affectionate ghoul.

So when the fire ghoul slid a hand on the small of Swiss' back as he strode past, or later settled it on the multi ghoul's hip in the middle of the conversation they were having, Swiss didn't think much of it.

It takes a tail snaking far too high around his thigh, the spaded end resting just shy of his crotch, for him to realize Ifrit is fucking with him.

Swiss's head shots up from where it was lazily resting on Ifrit's shoulder, both of them comfortably sprawled on the couch, a blanket draped over them masking the fire ghoul's antics.

For now at least.

Ifrit's usual sweet grin has a teasing edge to it, sharp fangs peeking out. His tail squeezes a bit tighter around Swiss' thigh, head tilting in a silent question.

Licking his lips, Swiss glances around to assert the situation.

Chain is laying on their stomach on the floor, making fluorescent bead bracelets with Cowbell, Zephyr is reading in an armchair with Cirrus sleeping curled up against them, and Aether is doing crosswords on the windowsill.

They could get caught.

It's a very real possibility.

Unfortunately, Swiss loves a challenge.

He looks back at Ifrit and nods ever so slightly, settling back against him.

He's ready for the spade of Ifrit's tail creeping higher, rubbing against his crotch, just enough pressure that it would have made Swiss gasp if he hadn't expected it.

As it is, it stirs a warmth low in his belly that quickly spreads with each slow stroke of Ifrit's tail. And it's fine, pretty manageable, until the fire ghoul shifts, seemingly reajusting his position, his big hand finding the outline of Swiss's dick and grabbing at him, giving his now fully hard cock a good squeeze.

Swiss has to bite down on his own tongue, eyes rolling back. He can feel Ifrit smiling against his temple, now fondling him through his sweatpants.

It's good, a little too good. Ifrit knows him too well, knows exactly how to have Swiss fighting grunts a moans, muscles locked up in an attempt to stop himself from writhing under his touch.

But in his eagerness to make Swiss suffer -lovingly of course- Ifrit forgets that Swiss also knows him very well - and that the multi ghoul is very, very competitive.

What a terrible mistake.

Dislodging Ifrit's hand, Swiss pretends to be tired of his current position, deciding to sit fully on his lap instead, and uses a seemingly innocent stretching to grind hard on the fire ghoul's straining cock.

He hides his grin in the crook of Ifrit's neck as the fire ghoul barely manages to stiffle a gasp.

For a moment they stay like this, frozen, not daring to go on in fear of making someone suspicious, but no one reacts, and Swiss dares a few other subtle drag of hips. Ifrit's head fall back, throat exposed, in what surely is a very obvious hint of what is happening, but no one pays enough attention to them to notice.

At least, that's what Swiss thinks, until a barely there breeze brushes aginst his cheek, prompting him to glance behind.

Zephyr meets his gaze from their armchair, a slight smirk on their lips as they raise a knowing eyebrow. Swiss feels himself blush, face set aflame, until Zephyr points at their chest, then at Ifrit.

Oh.

Oh.

Of course.

How did Swiss not think about it earlier ?

With a face-splitting grin, Swiss slides his hands under Ifrit's shirt, squeezing his chest and giving his nipples a good pinch.

The reaction is imediate.

Ifrit's yelp turns into a moan halfway through, back arching off the couch and hips involuntarily thrusting up.

All eyes snap on them as a borderline oppressive hush falls on the room.

Swiss is grinning from ear to ear, too smug about making Ifrit lose it first to care much about the embarrassment of being caught.

Ifrit, on the other hand, is turning crimson, all the way down to his chest. He's so adorable like this, Swiss wants to bite him, coo at him while he squirms, really rub his victory in the fire ghoul's face.

He's yanked out of his thoughts by Chain wolf wistling, shark teeth in display. Zephyr huffs.

"So easy, Ifrit. All it takes is for someone to squeeze your tits and all your control goes out the window. Look, you even woke up Cirrus."

The sleepy ghoulette only shrugs, tail flicking in interest while Ifrit makes a strangled noise, equal part embarrassed and horny at Zephyr's slightly patronizing tone. Swiss winks at the air ghoul as Cowbell chuckles, raspy and full of air.

"You two thought you'd get away with this ?"

Swiss shrugs, pointedly rolling his hips to draw another soft gasp from Ifrit.

"Oh, no. He did."

Aether chuckles, setting his crosswords aside.

"Oh, but Fritter. You know you can never keep quiet, don't you ?"

Ifrit whines, shifting under Swiss, reeking of arousal as he let himself mirror Swiss' movements, carried by the ghouls' teasing.

"How cute. All worked up because he got caught, uh ?" Chain muses, the spots on their blue skin glowing faintly in their excitement.

Swiss himself is getting a bit noisier, panting as he starts to grind against Ifrit with the abandon he couldn't afford earlier. Ifrit keeps grabbing at him, his thighs, his hips, his biceps, like he cannot decides which part of Swiss he wants to hold the most, whimpering with each drag of their clothed cock against one another. Swiss has no such problem, keeping a firm grip on Ifrit's chest, flicking a nipple everytime he wants to hear an especially sweet noise from the fire ghoul.

The weight of the others' gazes on his back only spurrs Swiss on, and it seems to do the trick for Ifrit too, given how much of a sweaty, blushing mess he's been reduced to.

"Oh- that's a pretty noise," Swiss rumbles when a particularly well angled thrust has Ifrit keening hard.

"So loud," Cirrus remarks, now fully awake. "we won't be able to miss it when you come, firebird."

In the end, they certainly don't- hell, Swiss is pretty sure the whole ghoul wing hears Ifrit's final moan.

Good.

[lukas-dusk]

Barry : *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Oliver : What did you do.

Barry : Nobody died!

Oliver : WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!