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Ghost - NSFW Fanart

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Re-post from my old account (now deleted). So if you were looking for my art, sorry! I'll be reuploading it and my fics shortly!

Chapter 1: Alpha/Ifrit - Heat

Summary:

Alphrit, my beloveds.

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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Alpha / Ifrit - Heat
Dealing with heats is hard, I guess?

Ifrit was pacing.

It had been little more than ten minutes, but it felt more like hours. A frustrated, restless circuit in the common room, irritation radiating off him in waves. His body was burning from the inside out, skin too hot, far too sensitive, and nothing he did was enough to ease the ache.

And Alpha was watching him.

Sprawled on the low couch, legs spread like he had all the time in the world, the elder fire ghoul was infuriatingly relaxed, one arm slung over the backrest, the other drumming clawed fingers against his knee. His sharp, dark eyes tracked every movement, every twitch of Ifrit’s fingers, every shift of his weight.

The amusement in them made Ifrit bristle.

"Something wrong, pup?" Alpha drawled, voice low and smug. His tail flicked lazily, the rings threaded through it glinting in the dim firelight, "You're making me tired just looking at you."

He knew what was bothering him, he could smell it, the mingled scent of dying embers and phosphoric touch of spent matches. But he couldn't help but tease.

Ifrit stilled—his whole body vibrating with need. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, jaw locked tight as he looked back at the other,

"Alpha," he ground out, his voice raw, strained, and Alpha merely arched a brow,

"What?"

Ifrit snarled—the sound rough, unsteady. Embarrassed. His heat-addled brain felt scrambled, making it impossible to think straight, impossible to do anything except feel the tension coiled in his muscles, the frustration that had been building for hours, days even.

And Alpha was fucking smirking.

Ifrit couldn't take it anymore.

With a frustrated growl, he stalked toward him, grabbed Alpha’s wrist, pulling him up from the couch and pressed his body flush against his.

Alpha let out a soft chuckle, his grin widening as he looked down at him, entirely unbothered by the smaller ghoul pressing his face into his neck, "Ahh, there it is," he rumbled, his tail curling around Ifrit’s thigh, the heat of his own body soothing against his burning skin.

Ifrit shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut, "Don't start," he muttered, his voice shaking, "Just—just do something."

Alpha hummed, thoughtful, his claws trailing slow, deliberate circles over Ifrit’s hips, gripping just tight enough to make Ifrit’s breath catch.

"You sound awfully desperate," he mused, tilting his head, his sharp teeth flashing in a grin, "Begging already, pup?"

Ifrit growled—but it faded into a whine at the end. He hated it, hated how easy it was for Alpha to turn him inside out. His hands curled into the fabric of Alpha’s pants, his nails digging into the course fabric as he exhaled shakily, pulling at them.

"Alpha."

The elder fire ghoul exhaled through his nose, his smirk shifting into something darker, hungrier. He slid his claws slowly up Ifrit’s back, dragging against the overheated skin, watching with sharp amusement as Ifrit twitched at the sensation.

"Alright, alright," he murmured, pressing his mouth to the underside of Ifrit’s jaw, his fangs just barely grazing his skin, "I'll take care of you, little ember."

Ifrit—desperate, aching, burning—all but melted into him as clothes were discarded, leaving them both bare.

Alpha chuckled, the deep rumble of it vibrating against Ifrit’s chest, making him shudder. He could feel the way Ifrit tried to hold himself back, how his body tensed even as he pushed his body tighter against him.

"Aw, pup," Alpha murmured, his lips curling against Ifrit’s temple, pressing a soft kiss there as he seemed to try to hide his face more, "Don’t tell me you’re shy now."

Ifrit buried his face deeper against the crook of Alpha's neck, trying to hide the heat spreading across his face, his breath coming in short, uneven puffs against the elder’s skin.

But there was nowhere to hide.

Not when Alpha was holding him like this, one strong, clawed hand wrapping around both of them, the easy press of his palm sending white-hot friction sparking up Ifrit’s spine.

And the piercings—fuck, the cool brush of metal against his fevered skin had him trembling, his breath hitching sharply as Alpha squeezed just a little tighter.

Ifrit jerked, gripping onto Alpha’s shoulders, his fingertips digging in, "F-fuck," he hissed, biting down against the skin of Alpha’s neck to stifle the noises threatening to slip free.

Alpha grinned, exhaling heavily, his fingers tightening in rhythm with the quick, desperate roll of Ifrit’s hips, "That’s it," his voice was thick with heat now, punctuated by the wet slide between them as he dragged his claws against them both, "That’s my good boy."

Ifrit made a broken noise against his throat, his whole body shaking in Alpha’s hold. He hated how much that did to him. Hated how much he liked it.

And Alpha knew.

Alpha always knew.

Chapter 2: SwissDew - Sweet

Summary:

Wanted soft SwissDew sex, drew myself some soft SwissDew sex.
[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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Chapter 3: Rain - Soloplay - Gills

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Just some regular ol' gill-fingering

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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I mean, he would, right?

Chapter 4: SwissTom - Puppydog eyes

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Phantom has the worst puppydog eyes. Swiss can't really say no to that. (tbh same)
[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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“Ah, bug,” Swiss murmured, his voice softening as he reached down to cup the quint's face. His thumb traced the curve of Phantom’s cheek, lingering on the smooth swell where the faintest hint of warmth radiated beneath his fingers, “How am I supposed to say no to a face like that, huh?”

 

Chapter 5: SwissDew - Garters

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Don't touch the dancers, Swiss.

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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Dew knew exactly what he was doing the moment he sauntered across the room with that sharp little smirk, all legs and lace, eyeliner smudged just enough to make his blue eyes even more devastating than usual.

Swiss’s hands were already wandering the moment Dew straddled his lap, fingers skimming over the sheer fabric stretched taut across his pale thighs. The lingerie was sinful—Red and black lace hugging Dew’s hips and the stockings were just as bad, sheer and teasing, leading into intricate garters that Swiss couldn't stop staring at.

Dew smirked, settling more comfortably against him, feeling the way Swiss’s fingers flexed against his hips, “Don’t touch the dancers, Swiss,” a teasing lilt to his voice, dripping sultry as he rolled his hips ever so slightly.

Swiss’s hands twitched, winding around to rest against his thighs, nails biting into the lace just enough to make Dew smirk, "Then you better get off me, firefly, 'cause I don’t think I can follow that rule."

Dew hummed in amusement, dragging his fingers up into Swiss’s hair, twirling a dreaded lock around his finger, "Rainy said I looked like a whore in this," he mused, watching Swiss's reaction closely.

Swiss groaned, his hands squeezing hard at Dew’s waist as he pulled him closer, "Is that so," he rumbled, dragging his lips down the line of Dew’s throat, "Guess I'll have to treat you like one."

Dew shivered, breath hitching as Swiss's mouth moved lower, hot and open over his collarbone, lower still, nipping at his chest, his tongue flicking over the cool steel of his nipple piercings. The sharp inhale Dew took sent a thrill straight through to Swiss’s core.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Dew sighed, tipping his head back as Swiss’s tongue teased at one barbell, lips closing around it as he sucked. His hips stuttered forward, grinding down against Swiss’s stomach and the ghoul beneath him groaned, feeling how warm and hard he already was beneath the lace.

Swiss nosed along Dew’s chest, his hands dragging down his back, gripping at the sheer stockings, the garters, kneading at the softest parts his hands could reach.

The multi's hands slipped down, gripping under Dew’s thighs as he shifted, flipping them effortlessly. Dew gasped sharply as his back hit the mattress, Swiss immediately slotting himself between his legs, one knee pressing up against the back of Dew’s thigh, holding him open.

"Look at you," Swiss muttered, drinking in the sight of him—flushed cheeks, smudged eyeliner making his blue eyes even sharper, chest rising and falling in quick little pants, piercings catching the light with every breath, "Fucking perfect."

Swiss grinned when Dew gasped, arching up into his touch as his hands floated down, pressing against the lace, "All that teasing, and you're already soaking through, huh?" he taunted, pressing just a little harder, watching the way Dew’s lips parted, his breath stuttering, "Still a water ghoul under all that fire."

Dew let out a sharp little whine, his nails digging into Swiss's arms, "Are you gonna keep talking, or are you gonna fuck me?"

Swiss laughed, dark and pleased, leaning in to press his lips just below Dew’s ear, "Both," he murmured, before sinking his teeth into the soft skin there, making Dew shudder beneath him.

His fingers hooked into the lace at Dew’s hips, dragging them down slowly, savouring every second of watching Dew squirm beneath him. The stockings stayed on—Swiss wanted those exactly where they were.

“Fuck, look at you,” Swiss muttered, dragging his hands up higher, thumbs brushing the sharp dips of Dew’s hips, “Wrapped up all pretty for me, knowing damn well I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you,” He pressed a kiss to the inside of Dew’s thigh, looking up to meet his gaze, “You do all this for me, firefly?”

Dew huffed out a breath, shifting his hips in Swiss’s grip, “Maybe,” he admitted, his voice breathy, “You’re the one who likes this kind of shit.”

Swiss grinned against his skin, then sat back on his heels, gripping Dew’s hips firmly before sliding a hand down between Dew’s legs, teasing at the slick warmth waiting for him. He pressed two fingers in without warning, watching as Dew arched up off the bed, a sharp gasp escaping him.

“Fuck—” Dew cursed, fingers digging into the sheets as Swiss worked him open, slow and deliberate, his other hand splayed wide over Dew’s stomach, pinning him down.

Swiss leaned over him again, mouth ghosting over Dew’s ear as he pressed deeper, curling his fingers just right, “You’re fucking dripping for me,” he murmured as Dew shuddered beneath him. A soft whimper escaped his lips and Swiss felt his own cock twitch at the sound. He picked up the pace just slightly, pressing kisses along Dew’s jaw, his fingers never stopping their slow, torturous movements.

“Think you’re ready for me?” Swiss teased, his voice a low rumble against Dew’s skin.

Dew gave him a look—half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, lips parted, “I was ready the second I sat in your fucking lap,” he shot back, his voice rough and needy.

Swiss laughed, slow and smug, withdrawing his fingers just to tease them over Dew’s inner thigh, feeling the way he tensed at the loss, “So impatient,” he murmured, positioning himself at Dew’s entrance, running the tip of his cock through the slick mess he’d made, “Gonna fuck you real slow, make sure you feel every inch of me.”

He pushed in, slow, steady, savouring the way Dew gasped, the way his body clenched around him, the molten heat of him nearly making Swiss see stars.

Dew let out a shaky moan, his hands grabbing at Swiss’s shoulders, dragging him down until their bodies were flush, “Swiss—”

Swiss exhaled heavily, pressing his forehead to Dew’s, rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate grind and Dew moaned, his head tilting back, exposing the long line of his throat. Swiss didn’t hesitate to drag his teeth along the sensitive skin there, sucking a fresh bruise into place.

“Yeah,” Swiss groaned, pulling out slow before pushing back in, revelling in the way Dew gasped beneath him,

“Prettiest fuckin’ whore I’ve ever seen.”

Chapter 6: SwissDew - Mirrors

Summary:

Had a dumb thought about dubious quintessence use, otherwise known as "Well they're hellspawn, monster cocks are allowed to be a thing right?" And I've wanted to draw mirror sex for so looooong.

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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The moment Swiss let his quintessence unfurl, a surging warmth bloomed deep in Dew’s core, licking through his hips and stomach. An ebbing, pulsating warmth that seeped into his muscles, making everything looser, softer and so incredibly sensitive.

Dew sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers drifted lower, brushing tentatively against his stomach. And then—oh, fuck. He felt it.

A little swell, barely there but undeniable, pushing against his fingertips with every slow, deliberate thrust of Swiss’s hips. His entire body shuddered, a whimper slipping past his lips as he felt Swiss’s fingers tangle in his hair, split tongue dragging up the side of his neck.

“You feel that, firefly?” Swiss rasped against his ear, his voice dripping with possession, as he tugged at the fire ghoul’s hair, pulling his head to the side, “Look.”

Dew swallowed hard as he looked up at them both in the mirror, his eyes tinted lilac with quintessence, fingertips trembling where they rested over the bump. He pressed down slightly, feeling the way it pushed back, Swiss’s next roll of his hips making it shift beneath his touch, “Fuck—”

Swiss groaned, his hand sliding over Dew’s, pressing their fingers together against the bump, “So warm and wet for me—fuck, you were made for me, weren’t you?” another roll of his hips and Dew was arching against him,

“You love it, don’t you?” Swiss growled, breath hot against Dew’s flushed skin, “Feeling how full you are, knowing it’s me inside you, stretching you open, making you mine.”

Chapter 7: Alphrit - One, Two...

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Counting piercings is hard, I guess...

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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Chapter 8: SwissDew - Kisses

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Not wholly NSFW, but it kept getting reported when posted to tumblr.

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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Chapter 9: SwissAlps - Tumblr Request

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Request from tumblr.

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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Chapter 10: Alfritmega - Alpha/Ifrit/Omega - Choices

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I do have a fic for this somewhere...

Chapter 11: Alphrit - Right there

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Just wanted bottom!Alpha for one day, is that too much to ask.

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"Frit," Alpha panted, rough and all gravel, feeling Ifrit bottom out above him. A clawed hand clutched at the sheets, the other fisted itself into Ifrit's hair, pulling him down until their foreheads met.
"Move," a whine almost, "Move, Ifrit, fuck-"
Ifrit smirked, grinding his hips down, slow at first, shifting the angle until he felt Alpha arch under him, the fingers in his hair tugging at the roots,
"Fuck," Alpha gasped out against Ifrit's mouth, lips brushing, messy and trembling, "Right there."

Chapter 12: SwissAlps - Tumblr Req Two Electric Boogaloo

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Not quite a mating press, but you can't see dicks with a mating press and I wanted dicks.

[Clicking the image will take you to my [tumblr]]

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Chapter 13: Alprit (Alpha/Ifrit) - Split in Steel

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cw: Sounding.
This is to go with the fic I wrote (Split in Steel) because sounding is fun and making the tips kith is even moreso.

Ps. Perspective hell, don't @ me.

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Something I decided to draw to go with [this fic] because once I got the thought it wouldn't leave and let me draw anything else. This was absolute perspective hell (Clicking the image will take you to my tumblr, I haven't figured out how I want to censor this yet so it's not up there yet, sorry!).

Chapter 14: Alpha/Ifrit - New Jewelry

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CW knots

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You know, sometimes I think Alpha spoils Ifrit just to get him all pretty like this.

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But also, bonus knot version because perfect angle, right?

Chapter 15: Alphrit - Edge

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Just a lil' edging to...take the edge off?

I might turn this into a full fic later, idk.

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They were soaking in it.

Sweat slicking every inch of them; pooling in the dips of Alpha's collarbones, trailing in thin, shiny rivulets down Ifrit's spine. 

The air around them felt heavy, thick with heat and the sound of stuttered breaths. 

Ifrit's thighs were draped open over Alpha's, trembling with strain, twitching with each pass of Alpha's palm. He was flushed all the way up to his chest--a deep, creeping red climbing up his throat and blooming high on his cheeks. 

They'd been here for what felt like hours, Alpha's hand wrapped around them both, firm, slow, fist moving slick and steady, cocks pressed together, tips flushed dark and leaking, and dragging them toward the edge together. 

Every movement made Ifrit gasp into the space between them, their foreheads pressed together like it was the only way to keep them both upright.

Every deliberate drag, slick and warm, fingers curling just right, but not quite tight enough, not fast enough, and Ifrit squirmed, sunset eyes meeting burgundy. He opened his mouth, but all that tumbled out were high, frustrated whines.

They were too far gone for banter, for barbed remarks and their usual teasing. All that was left was the slow, almost torturous rhythm, the friction, and eye contact that wouldn't break. 

Another slow pass wrung a helpless shudder from them both. Another brush of the older ghoul's piercings against Ifrit's sensitive length and finally, Alpha's hand began to tighten. A tilt of his head and he moved, closing the gap between them in a kiss that was just as slow as what they had been sharing.

A soft rhythm of tongue sweeping against Ifrit's, tasting the desperation behind it as he returned the motion in kind, swallowing the shuddering moan that tore loose from them both.  

"Not yet," Alpha murmured against his lips, a small smile tilting the corners of his own, pressing another kiss to the corner of Ifrit's mouth, "Just a little longer."

Chapter 16: Alphrit - My claws are out I want to feel it all

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Art piece to go with [this fic]

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Chapter 17: Alphrit - Unglamoured

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Look, we all know that when I designed unglamoured Alpha, it was only a matter of time before I drew him rimming Ifrit's fine ass into next year.... And boy is he gonna put that dragon dick to use later.
(I promise I'm drawing more than Alphrit. Swisstom next probably).

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“You gonna keep staring,” Alpha drawled, tilting his head, “or are you gonna get on the bed?”

Ifrit was on the bed in seconds; pants kicked off in a flurry, shirt flung over his head with a frantic grace he couldn't contain.

He was sitting now, motioning for Alpha to come closer, which he obliged, skeletal tail swishing behind him with a calm flick. When his knees touched the edge of the bed, he felt Ifrit's fingers press lightly against his stomach, careful, reverent, sliding up as if mapping something precious.

“Feels like I should be on my knees for you.”

Alpha chuckled, a low rumble like gravel, layered in heat, amused at how awestruck the younger ghoul seemed to be at this form.

“ You usually are.”

Ifrit’s gaze slid down again, roving over ink spilled skin. His tongue flicked out over his lips, throat suddenly feeling dry.

“Yeah,” he whispered, almost to himself, “But I’d worship this.”

Alpha smirked and moved forward, slow and predatory, climbing onto the bed with intent. He trailed a clawed finger up Ifrit's chest before hooking it under his jaw, forcing his gaze.

“Then come find religion, sweetheart.”

Chapter 18: SwissTom - Tumblr Request no1

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I have a few SwissTom requests I'm now working through <3

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Chapter 19: OmegAeth - After hours

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Omega x Aether request from tumblr.

Just two...professionals goofing off.

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Chapter 20: Cirtom - Arch that back <3

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It's what he deserves 💅🏻

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Arch that back for me, baby boy.

Chapter 21: Delchain (Delta/Chain) - Sacred

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Sacred, perfect, whole, mine.

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Sacred. Whole. Perfect. Mine.

Chapter 22: Alphrit - Tail play

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I mean...it counts as tail play right?

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Ifrit's still a brat, and Alpha loves that.

Chapter 23: Belltom - Taste

Summary:

Finished this a WHILE ago.

Creepy lil gremlin. Freak4Freak etc.

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