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I know right. Even I feel bad.

Why is it so hot out..how am I supposed to lay on top of my Radiator of a husband in these conditions

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He nods for her to go ahead and starts wandering around. He finds a pile of books off to the side and picks up the top one. Cracking it somewhere in the middle, he begins to read, and his eyebrows go up quickly. he leans closer into the page a smirk forming on his lips as his eyes scan the pages quickly before snapping it shut and shoving it into the pocket of his sweatshirt.

❤️👏

- a certain fire ghoul

Touch Starved Meme

❤️ - Hug my muse from behind 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair

The petite woman had been minding her own business, honestly. Wandering towards the library with a stack of books that had been left for her to pick up. Library duty was hardly the most interesting job, but someone had to do it. Honestly, though, between library duty, and tending to the roses in the garden, she preferred the roses.

She had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't even noticed the fact that someone was practically sneaking upon her. Only when she felt arms around her, did it register for her.

A smaller yelp left the woman, one book falling to the floor, while she desperately clung onto the last two. Her heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest, her pale, green eyes wide as she felt clawed fingers in her hair.

Wait. Clawed?

She slowly tilted her head back, blinking her eyes as she looked up at the 'offending' party. Oh. One of the ghouls. One of the older ones. She knew Papa Terzo's era pretty well, so it didn't take her long to piece together.

"Heh.. Ifrit, yeah?"

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He smiles before holding up a book. “Actually I found a new series to read. Quite riveting actually. I can't seem to put the books down. Though…it wouldn't be hard to keep my attention as I don't have the pleasure of much to do anymore.”

He tucks the book under his arm and tilts his head watching her. She seems to be more amused at something he didn't know of quite yet. But he would make sure to find out soon.

"We can't keep running into each other like this." That voice rang out, the southern accent thick, unmistakable. Pale, green eyes peered up at the fire ghoul, a smaller smirk tugging at painted lips. Luckily, this sibling was easy to recognize. If the specific, blue smoky eye, and vampy, red lip didn't give her away, the blue hair sure would.

Alyssa glanced up at Ifrit, a stack of library books in her hands. Much like the first time they'd encountered each other. The only difference was that she didn't drop them all due to a surprise embrace from him this time.

"Cat's got your tongue, cher?"

{ @dancexofxsin - Figured I'd approach you for once uwu}

Ifrit was resting atop a bookcase, tail and leg hanging down over the top few shelves. He looked down as he peeked down at the human below him from his book. He smirks before sitting up and letting his feet dangle.

"Aw how sweet of you. To think a cat has my tongue. Just surprised you found me is all."

He hops down gracefully skipping the ladder in total and stands over her smiling wide. He looks her over again before raising a brow.

"What do I owe the pleasure?"

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It was...something... I'm happy to be home no matter what. Nothing is like home.

Hey hoes...did you miss me?

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*lifts and spins kissing sweetly* my beloved! Oh how I have missed you. Next time I go on a trip you will be coming with me. My bed was much to cold without you.

Hey hoes...did you miss me?

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Little Ghouls 🖤

Ifrit bullied Dew as a kid

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Hey hoes...did you miss me?

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You are very welcome 😘

Ay! It’s ifrit!

Cr: elessarn via tiktok

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Ay! It’s ifrit!

Cr: elessarn via tiktok

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Zephyr: 5 comes after 4 Ifrit: does it?

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Aether throwing Ifrit over his shoulder, carrying him across the whole Ministry with a hand firmly planted on his ass, pausing to let Siblings ruffle the fire ghoul's hair or for ghouls to chat with a perfectly happy Ifrit, send tweet.

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Papa III and his freaky little ghouls.

Credit to little_sunshine_ghost22 on Instagram

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heh.... hey...

-ifrititties biter

Hey nibbler I missed you

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Ifrit: Delta Ifrit: Delta this is urgent Ifrit: Delta i will wail Ifrit: Delta im prepared to complain Ifrit: loudly Ifrit: Deltaaaaaaaa Ifrit: DELTAAAAAAAAAAAAA Ifrit: DELTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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"Go on, sweetheart, tell us what you want."

[Uncensored ver. on AO3]

(Ficlet below and on AO3)

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It wasn't planned. None of it. How they'd ended up here, Ifrit couldn't remember. 

He was already gone; the press of the two oldest ghouls in the abbey nestled deep inside him, and he couldn't remember if it was his suggestion or Alpha's. 

And now he was here, impossibly full, peppered with marks deep enough to bruise from both, trying to hold himself together.

Ifrit's breath stuttered as Omega cradled him against his chest, fingers splaying wide across his ribs as if holding something sacred before drifting down to settle on his hips. The quintessence's voice was a low hum in his ear, calm and coaxing, thumbs drawing tender arcs into his skin. "Tell me what you need, love. I've got you."

Alpha snorted, claws gripping, digging possessively into Ifrit's hips. "Tch, like he doesn't love what I give him," he muttered, fangs scraping over the curve of Ifrit's shoulder, hard enough to welt.

His cock twitched, and Ifrit whimpered at the sensation, already trembling from the overstimulation he'd found himself caught between with them both – Alpha's possessive streak, burning hot, versus the soothing calm of Omega, lulling him down into something softer. 

"He enjoys both," Omega argued smoothly, his eyes never leaving Ifrit's flushed face, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow, needy pants. "But I ask. You take."

Ifrit gasped, caught in the push and pull of the two of them; Alpha's bruising grip at his hips, harsh and claiming, versus the way Omega cradled his jaw, tilting his face down for a kiss that was almost maddening in how gentle it was. Almost like they were fighting over who got to worship him in their own warped yet perfect way.

"You like this, sweetheart?" Alpha growled, low and possessive, pressing in just a little deeper, keeping his pace slow with the threat of intensity hovering behind it, "Like being fucked whilst he kisses you like you're something fragile?"

Ifrit moaned against Omega's lips, nodding helplessly, caught in a tide of pleasure and contradiction,

“Y-yeah,” he breathed, nails digging into Omega’s chest, and he could feel the quint smiling against his mouth, a hand smoothing into his hair. The contrast was dizzying, pulling him under, breaking away from Omega as another hand – Alpha's – carded through his hair and pulled.

"Still mine though, right, sweetheart?"

Ifrit nodded, half-dazed, lips parted around stuttering gasps, every inch of him flushed and glistening. His hands scrambled for purchase – one clutching at Omega's wrist, the other reaching blindly back for Alpha, as if needing both to stay grounded. He couldn't figure out where one touch ended and the next began, only that he was full, surrounded, but most of all held. 

His whole body ached, stretched taut with pleasure and confusion and more affection than he knew what to do with.

“Hey,” Omega whispered, softer now, fingers tilting Ifrit’s chin again so their eyes met. “Don’t listen to him. What do you want, Frit? You want to slow down? Want to stop?”

Ifrit shook his head instantly, voice cracking, "S'okay, don't stop."

Omega shifted, lips tightening into a line as he felt the drag of Alpha's piercings against his cock. It wasn't unpleasant, but different. Their eyes met over Ifrit's shoulder, Alpha's narrowing.

"What."

"Feels weird."

Alpha raised an eyebrow, "What feels weird?" and Omega shook his head, rolling his hips up into Ifrit, hissing against the sensation again,

"The absurd amount of metal you have going on down there." It was flat, almost unimpressed on the surface, and Alpha snorted so hard he almost choked, biting down a laugh that still burst out sharp and smug,

“What, too much for your delicate sensibilities, princess?” he huffed, biting down just at the tip of Ifrit’s ear, the motion making the ring in his lip drag hot and wet across his skin, drawing a shiver from the younger fire ghoul.

Omega rolled his eyes, but his voice remained calm as ever, “No. Just not used to fucking with someone who jingles.”

Ifrit made a strangled sound, caught between a laugh and a moan, overwhelmed and overstimulated and so, so full. Alpha chuckled again, low and wicked in his throat, one hand sliding up Ifrit’s belly to thread fingers around a nipple ring before tugging hard enough to make him jolt. 

“You hear that, sweetheart? Thinks I’m a fuckin' charm bracelet.”

Ifrit was barely holding together, trembling with every slow grind of Alpha’s hips, the motion forcing him forward onto Omega’s cock, already snug inside him. He couldn't think enough to retort, not with the both of them inside him, with Omega’s hands stroking slow over his thighs and Alpha’s voice a rasp in his ear, filthy and relentless – all he could manage was a whine, high and reedy.

And then Omega shifted again, just slightly, that drag again—sharp and sudden where the barbells under Alpha’s cock scraped just right along him through the thin stretch of Ifrit’s body. Omega exhaled sharply, stilling, brows furrowed in a way that implied he didn't know what to do with it.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice low and trying to keep it flat, more to himself than anyone else, “I’m not used to this.”

"Well fucking get used to it, princess." Alpha grinned, dragging his hips back just a little and thrusting in slow, deliberate, making damn sure Omega felt every bump and barbell.

Ifrit whined again, louder this time, nails digging into Omega’s arms, completely overwhelmed, breath stuttering as the two of them bickered around him like he wasn't falling apart in their hands.

Alpha’s grin faltered, just a little. He exhaled through his nose, voice softening as he curled over Ifrit’s back, his chest pressed warm against him, the heat of him sinking into Ifrit’s skin. His mouth brushed the shell of Ifrit’s ear as he nosed into the warm skin there for a moment, breathing him in like it could steady the heated thrum under his skin.

“Give us a colour, sweetheart,” Alpha murmured, low and gentle—none of the mocking edge he usually carried. Just that rare, raw note he only ever showed for Ifrit until now. His hand slid around to Ifrit’s front, palm resting flat over his fluttering heart as if to steady him.

Ifrit's breath hitched, a small noise, all tremble and heat, whilst his hips twitched where he was held between them, unsure which way to move. Omega stilled, observed, quiet and present as his thumbs stroked lazy circles into the dips of Ifrit's hips. 

"...Green," Ifrit whispered after a moment, voice coming as short as his breath, but sure, "M'shaky, but," he let out a sigh, "I'm okay."

Alpha smiled, genuine, pressing a kiss into the spot just behind Ifrit's ear, soft,

"Good boy," it's a breath, quiet, praising, and they stayed in the moment a touch longer,

"Tell us if that ever changes, yeah?" He caught Omega's gaze over Ifrit's shoulder; a nod passed between them, and Omega reached, catching Ifrit's gaze as he slid a palm under his hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing the knuckles softly.

"We've got you."

And between them both, Alpha's fire and Omega's calm, Ifrit felt it again; not the overwhelm, not the feeling of being too full, but the safety of them. Being theirs, being held, being ruined and worshipped all at once.

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Everyone talks about Ifrit and Zephyr or ifrit and alpha (love both of those ships though) but GIVE ME IFRIT AND IVY.

Imagine ifrit wanting to love Ivy and be intimate with Ivy but being scared of hurting them on accident by being a very hot blooded fire ghoul

Ivy gently coaxing Ifrit to let them show him how intimacy can work with them, and they have love making hot and heavy sex for hours because around Ivy, the jumpy and stompy fire ghoul can finally let off steam and calm down

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Ifrit: what kinda license are you taking away? Alpha: your life license