#alphrit

Sometimes I get art block and have to carve my way out of it by rotoscoping Alpha and Ifrit kissing so.

Alpha x Ifrit designs!

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For @hereticalsyzygy

"Aww, big strong guy can't even get up?" Ifrit teased as light-heartedly as he could. "You know I told you not to. But you did it anyway."

"Shut up," Alpha sneered, but there wasn't nearly as much venom in his words as normal, considering he was stuffy and cold and his nose was running like a faucet.

The older Fire Ghoul nearly set the tissue on fire as he blew his nose for the thousandth time that hour, collapsing back against the pillows as Ifrit closed the door with his foot, having brought a tray of food in from the kitchen.

He set it down and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully rubbing Alpha's knuckles as his mate sniffled pathetically again.

"I was sick two weeks ago and you'd insisted that you wouldn't get it if you kissed me. And yet here we are. If you'd just waited until I felt better you probably wouldn't be bedridden right now, love."

"Does that mean you won't kiss me until I'm better?" Alpha's voice was a sad, reedy whine.

"That's right. But it's a small sacrifice to make. Think of it as… the consequences of your actions."

"I hate you." Alpha rolled over and burrowed further down into the blankets, sick and miserable and alone.

"I know you do. But get some rest and eat a little something and try to focus on getting better. Then I'll give you all the kisses you want."

that’s how it works right?

a bit of alpha/ifrit sparring based on a conversation i had with @tinyluvs a while ago and never really stopping thinking about

Thinking about Ifrit who has never had anyone under him before. How he's always too willing to please, always being too happy to receive to think of his own want. Though deep down he's always been curious.

Thinking about Alpha who lets Ifrit have him for a night, coaxes him into something rough and needy and a little punishing, wanting to give that control up to see how Ifrit cracks.

Thinking about Alpha who wonders why the fuck he never let Ifrit do this before because now he's the one cracking. Ifrit doesn't have Alpha's length, but the thickness instead, and that warm, almost burning stretch splitting him open makes him keen in ways he didn't think he ever could; back bowing, fingertips bruising Ifrit's biceps as he growls for him to give it harder, faster, don't you dare fucking stop.

Thinking about Ifrit who didn't know he was capable of knotting. Didn't know what it even felt like, only that every slick, brutal thrust into Alpha is feeling better by the second. Doesn't click what the pressure growing at the base of his cock means, the way Alpha’s walls seem to cling tighter and tighter around him, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. Until he looks down to see the swell.

Thinking about Alpha who feels the pressure, and then the faltering rhythm, the way it stutters in the response to his own body clenching hard. The way he sees the hesitation in his mate's face before pulling Ifrit back down by his nape, foreheads pressing, slicked with sweat, and a rough gravel to his voice with a do it baby, pop your knot for me.

Alphrit weekend doodling featuring colour palette fuckery and chronic horny. Consistency? Don't know her.

Just a big ol' pile of Alphrit doodling.