#ifrit/zephyr

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 7 : Shut up I'm taking care of you

Ifrit just carrying Zephyr to take a hot bath after he felt that they pushed themself too hard all day 🛁

Very sketchy one today!! 🫠 Didn't have a lot of inspiration!

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May! 🫧

[divine-misfortune]

Hi pls I need drunk kisses w zephrit to survive pls they’re taking me off life support soon I need it pls you won’t let me die right im a woman that would be sexist pls

"C'mere-"

Warm fingers toyed with the loose hairs at the nape of their neck as Ifrit encouraged them closer, freeing more silver strands from their elastic until he gave it a light tug. Zephyr's lips parted in a gasp that gave way to a sigh, the remainder of their hair spilling down their shoulders like moonlit waterfalls. Inhaling their pleased surprised, he could taste peach and rum before their mouths even met.

"I'm already right here." Zephyr's arms slipped around his neck. The glass of their bottle rested between his shoulder blades, condensation bleeding through the cotton. "Can't get much closer."

"Want you closer." He nipped at their bottom lip, a sharp oh tumbling out of them. His words were honey, sweet and slurred off a heavy tongue. "Soooo close, enough to taste you, eat you right up."

"You're drunk," they whisper against the corner of his mouth and he hums in agreement, grin wide and a bit dopey with the peck of a kiss.

"And you need'ta catch up, songbird."

As if to appease the tipsy fire ghoul, they withdrew from him long enough to throw back another swig of their drink.

Some blend of summer fruits aged, fermented, and mixed with just about the strongest stuff Mountain could find. The earth ghoul had left it as a gift for them to find when he and his new pack mates departed for the first time, and every sip trickled down their throat like liquid comfort. It made swallowing the ache of missing him that much easier to swallow, and Ifrit had to agree judging by the flush practically glowing in his cheeks. Alcohol always colored fire ghouls such vibrant shades of red.

It also made Ifrit in particular impatient - they'd dare to call him needy if it wouldn't earn them the saddest amber eyes they'd ever seen. His palm remained at the back of their neck, even as they tossed their head, likely to stop them from tumbling backwards out of his lap and into the dew slicked grass as they did but also apparently to keep the air ghoul in place as he leaned up and began to kiss at their bared throat.

Zephyr nearly choked at the warm wet mouth latching onto their neck. Precious drops of Mountain's thoughtful gift were wasted, dripping down their chin and running along the defined column of their throat. A jolt of something hot zipped up and down their spine and burrowed into the pit of their stomach, Ifrit's tongue working upwards to chase the sweet droplet before it could truly be squandered.

"You're such a beast sometimes-"

They weakly pawed at him in some half-hearted attempt of pushing him away but made no genuine or audible protest when he continued to suck and bite their way up to the feathers beginning just below the hinge of their jaw. Ifrit groaned and threaded his fingers into their hair with a nod, not pulling, holding Zephyr to him like they might just dissipate if he didn't.

"Mn..." The hand kneading at their waist paused long enough to drag their bodies together. Hips flush, denim growing more restricting by the second, Ifrit was near panting. "Gonna make me take you like one if you're not careful." A playful warning came in the form of teeth at their jawline, a little bite that makes the air ghoul grip the bottle that much tighter. "Might have to ravage my little birdy right here."

Zephyr can't stop the laugh that bubbles out of them, soft and amused when he pauses long enough to look up at them with those glittering eyes and cherry red lips.

"Mountain goes away and you become the fox eager to raid the hen house."

"If he didn't want me to, your guard dog shouldn't've left you to me."

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 8: 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

pairing(s): zephyr/ifrit words: 1121

notes: explicit! they/them zephyr (cock used for their anatomy)

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The heat turns nearly desert-hot around them, air and fire tangling together in wisps of heat and lust. Ifrit drags a feverish hand down their torso as it heaves, wrapping that big hand around their cock once more. 

Zephyr cries out, fingers digging further into the nape of the fire ghoul’s neck. Craning their arm to get a full handful of sweat-soaked hair. Arching back against his chest. Ifrit has them absolutely ruined, mind fuzzy and body alight with sensation as he fucks them. 

“Fuck, how’re you always so tight,” Ifrit groans. “Oh, you’re so good to me, so fucking good to me.”

Zephyr gasps, pre dripping over the fire ghoul’s knuckles when he squeezes hard. “Know how to treat me,” they breathe, “know just where to—gods yes.” 

Ifrit hitches up their leg with his tail even further, thrusting in deep, right down to the base. Deep, until they nearly seize up, unsure whether to lean in or lean away. Deep, so they feel him up to their ribs, up to the tips of the feathers on their neck.

“Ifrit,” the air ghoul begs. 

“Uh huh,” Ifrit whines in return.

“H-hold it there, get in deep, make me—hells, make me feel it.”

The fire ghoul makes a wounded noise, hips stuttering. Nearly blowing his load right there. Zephyr can feel him throb.

“Fuck, Zeph,” Ifrit gaps, slotting all the way in and melting to their back. He pants, moving his hand from the air ghoul’s cock to grip at their hip. He buries his face into the soft down of their feathers and inhales their cool, honeysuckle scent. Ifrit bites back a moan. “Oh—wanna cum in you so bad.”

Zephyr sighs shakily and covers their lower stomach with a trembling hand. “Not yet. Not just yet.” Their eyes fall shut, pale lashes fluttering over the tops of their cheeks. Ifrit rumbles low and their mouth silently drops further open, bottom lip shiny with spit and swollen from being sucked between sharp fangs. And oh, Ifrit’s never felt such a demanding rush of admiration. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he blurts, voice cracking on the last word. He has to say it, lest it burst out of his chest unbidden. The sappy side comes out in an instant. He tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind an alabaster horn. “Feel so lucky. My birdie.”

The air ghoul huffs a laugh, looking over their shoulder. “You’ve gone sweet on me, dragonfly,” they lilt. 

“Can’t help it.” Ifrit props himself up on his elbow so he can capture their lips in a kiss. Slow and tender, pressing his mouth to theirs with the same level of softness as cats nuzzling their cheeks against one another. Parting and meeting again, over and over, like he can’t bear to actually pull back. 

Zephyr laughs against his lips and covers the hand on their hip with their own. “Are we going to continue, my flame?”

He can’t help the way his cock kicks at the pet name, drawing a quiet gasp from them both. “Yeah, yeah,” Ifrit nods quickly. Tips of their noses bumping together. “Switch? Wanna see you better.”

“Yes, dear,” the air ghoul teases, smiling against his mouth. Ifrit blushes. He pulls out slowly, pressing kisses to their shoulders. They do a quick dance, shuffling until Zephyr’s relaxed on their back and Ifrit’s straddling their lap. Looking down at them like they themself put the stars in the sky. They smile lazily at the loving gaze, giving him a long look up and down. Easing them back into the moment with a hand dragging down their own torso—down, slowly down, until their lithe fingers wrap around their cock. Zephyr arches into their own hand with a lavish groan.

“Fuck,” Ifrit says dumbly. Practically drooling over the way they bring their knees up, hooking one foot against the small of his back and beckoning him closer. 

“I’d like if you continued to do that, yes,” Zephyr purrs. “Please?”

Ifrit’s eyebrows draw up, and he whines a little. “Yeah,” he breathes. He slips two fingers in his mouth and slicks them up, bringing them down to circle their already-stretched rim. Zephyr doesn’t need anything more, he knows, but he watches that angular face soften again, their face blooming with heat as it morphs back into an expression of easy bliss. They gasp as he presses up and in, just a little. Their own hand milking out a pearl of slick and thighs twitching around his hips. 

“Please,” they repeat. Quiet and pretty as the wind through the willows. 

The ease with which he slides back in has them both groaning. Zephyr wraps the other leg around his hips and ushers him down into a kiss, probably the sweetest one of the evening. Nothing heated or desperate, just pure connection. Ifrit groans when the air ghoul clenches around his cock, involuntary. Begging for more.

“Love you,” Ifrit mumbles against their lips. “Fuck, birdie, love you so much.”

“I adore you, my dragonfly,” Zephyr breathes. Shuddering when they lift their hips and his cock brushes at that spot deep inside. 

“Oh, make that noise again,” the fire ghoul begs, grinding into them. Zephyr does, of course, can’t help that they do when the head of Ifrit’s cock presses into their prostate again. 

“Like that,” they whisper, nodding. “Yes, just like that.” They let their head drop back onto the pillows, mouth dropping open as the fire ghoul picks up a meaningful rhythm. Measured thrusts that jolt Zephyr a little each time he hits home, but not as rough and reckless as before. More present. Intimate. Neither of them willing to pop the warm bubble they now reside in. 

Ifrit noses up the long line of Zephyr’s throat, diving into the feathers just under their ear. Soft and sweet and them, Ifrit groans bodily at the way they ruffle and twitch under his touch. The air ghoul bites back a whimper. Clutching at Ifrit’s arms as they bare their neck to him. 

“S-sensitive there, you’re—” They cut themselves off with a startled noise as the fire ghoul moves one hand to grip at their hip, lips simultaneously ghosting over the base of their feathers. Just enough pressure to send a wave of tingles down their spine and fizzle out any last coherent thought. 

Ifrit hushes them. Thrusts just that much more purposefully. “Let me,” he rumbles. There’s neediness in his voice too, but he’s devoted solely to Zephyr in this moment. Tuned into the thrum of pleasure getting louder between them, to the way their body blurs further into his.

He strokes them with a gentle hand to the timing of his thrusts, and the noise they make is a delicate surrender. 

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[lilypadlys]

Mushy May Day Nineteen - Coffee Shop AU

Ship: Ifrit/Zephyr

Notes: I changed the prompt for today. I’ve been on an Iffy/Zephy kick lately so Imma be fluffy about it. I love these two and spent the whole time writing this giggling and kicking my feet. Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 483

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Ifrit looks up from wiping down the counter when the shop bell rings. He smiles when he sees his favorite regular walk in. Float in really. Zephyr has an airy quality to them that makes them seem as if they barely grace the ground when they move.

They’re wearing their favorite blue turtleneck and their silver hair, styled in a wolf cut, is pulled back into a bun today. Ifrit wants to free it from the elastic to watch how it spills over their shoulders in an equally floaty way and…Ifrit is starring again. Whoops.

He shakes his head to clear it as Zephyr approaches the counter.

“The usual for you today?” Ifrit mentally fist pumps that he kept his voice from cracking in nervousness this time.

“Yes please.” They say quietly but chipperly.

“Okay! It’s on the house today.”

“Really?”

Ifrit has to suppress a goofy grin at the way their eyes light up in surprised elation.

“Yup! You’re such a loyal customer.” No other reason. “We’ll have it on the bar for you when it’s ready.”

“Thank you so much!”

Ifrit does grin when they’ve turned their back. He can help it; happy to see them happy.

Mist, his coworker, saw the whole thing and rolls her eyes teasingly.

“Easy there loverboy. There’s little hearts floating above your head.”

“I can’t help it!” He whines. “They’re cute.”

“Well then stop staring wistfully and make their drink. You wouldn’t want them to have to wait too long.”

“Oh yeah!” That springs Ifrit into action.

Mist takes over the register while Ifrit mixes up Zephyr’s oat milk latte. He writes Zephyr’s name on the cup in cursive and draws a little smiley face. He goes to set it on the bar but then thinks better of it. Instead he walks over to the little nook Zephyr always sits in to give them their drink.

“One oat milk latte!” He grins and hands over the drink.

“Thank you!” They reply before looking worriedly at the ground. “Oh! You dropped something!” They bend down to pick up a small scrap of paper. “Here.”

Ifrit does his best to keep the confused expression off his face as he accepts the paper. Then he reluctantly returns to his post behind the counter. He takes a sip of his shift drink and glances at the paper. Then he nearly spews his coffee. On the paper is a phone number with, call me! Written below it.

Mist glances at him with an raised eyebrow and he grins embarrassedly. Looking between Ifrit, the paper scrap, and Zephyr watching Ifrit none too discreetly she sighs and laughs.

“It’s about time for your break, yeah? Why don’t you go sit for a bit.” She flicks her eyes to Zephyr.

“Okay! I’ll be back!”

Ifrit wastes no time chucking his apron off, grabbing his drink and practically skipping over to where Zephyr waits.

[xruiiii-blog]

Don’t worry Alpha. We know.

[wolves333]

We don't talk enough about him

cr:YouTube

My fav Air Ghoul <3

chAir/Zephyr my bbg♥️

[nosferatu-png]

More kissy Zephrit for your consideration

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

I just think the ghouls cannot physically leave Ifrit alone.

Ivy passes him in the hallway ? Man is chomping on that fire ghoul, then just walks away as if nothing happened.

Ifrit's on the couch next to Aether ? He's being dragged on his lap and cuddled until Aether decides it's over, and Satan help anyone who tries to pry them appart.

Talking to Alpha ? You bet your ass the motherfucker will grab Ifrit's jaw at some point and shake his head like a big dog's.

Sleeping on Cumulus' lap ? Man wakes up with braids everywhere in his hair.

Ifrit lounges outside ? Tackled by Swiss in an instant. Playfighting until they physically cannot anymore.

He's taking a walk with Zephyr ? Birdie will very seriously ask him to stop and look at them, just so they can squish his cheeks and call him cute.

If Ifrit has the infortune of bending down anywhere near any ghoul, his ass will be slapped/downright gropped, you just know it.

Not a day passes without Dew faceplanting in his chest.

He's just so- URGH I need to microwave him.

[bluravenite]

Old wip I never had time to finish!

If you would like to see more ghouls please consider supporting my art over on kofi! Reminder that my commissions are also open!

[ashthewaterghoul]

BIOLUMINESCENT GHOULS

Water Ghouls glowing as they swim like plankton, lines and dots appearing along their skin and are unique to each Ghoul.

Fire Ghouls’ eyes and veins glowing whenever they uses their powers, like magma cracking through rocks.

Earth Ghouls can sprout bioluminescent plants from their horns, fingertips and tail.

Quintessence Ghouls just naturally have a purple glow to their horns that gets stronger as they use their powers.

Air Ghouls can make their fingertips shine like sun rays peaking through the clouds.

BIOLUMINESCENT GHOULS

[mebbrrr]

oh yeah baby air ghouls

[the-pigeon-queen]

Four more of my nameless Ghoul designs! Featuring Ifrit, Mist, Cowbell, and Zephyr this time :]

[namelessdumbass]

Feel free to disagree, but i believe Meliora masks were the best. Literally every ghoul looked AMAZING. So noble and mysterious. Satanas, just look at their eyes! 😍

[hanalyrata]

Summoning Day

[xruiiii-blog]

Twins 🔥🍃

[wolves333]

Ghost Band on crack

cr:@nocturnalghostss

Don't worry, they are fine