any Ifrit fics??
ask and ye shall RECEIVE, anon!! thank you for giving me the perfect opening for an Ifrit-themed fic rec friday. i looove the buff fire himbo.
fics under the cut.
Aurum Infernum - @belle--ofthebrawl - Dewdrop x Ifrit
"Lemme pierce you." Ifrit says.
"Pierce me." Dew says a little hazily. "Yeah, ok." He already has his ears done a few times. What's one more?
"Here," Ifrit clarifies, moving his hand so he's got his index and middle finger splayed in a vee over Dew's right nipple.
Angel of Small Death - @fourleggedocto - Dewdrop x Ifrit
“Dewdrop, give it up. Staring at it isn’t going to make it grow back,” Ifrit groans, walking into the little water ghoul’s room to find him exactly where he left him 2 hours: in front of the mirror, completely naked, shaking fingers hovering over his little dick. It's the only part of this new, weird meat vessel he hasn’t gotten used to, and he's adamant he never will. Ifrit thinks it’s amazing, the best looking dick he’s ever seen, and he needs him to know it.
“Can I show you?”
untitled ficlet - @littlemoon-beam - Dewdrop x Ifrit
Prompt: Ok, so. I have a favourite rare pair. Top Dewdrop x Bottom Iftit. Idk, there is just something about the big guy offering himself up to his smaller counterpart is just sooooo… You know? I doubt a big brash guy Ifrit takes a knot very often either so maybe Dew might need to coach him through it a little 🥺
Into the Eyes of Fire - @forlorn-crows - Dewdrop x Ifrit
The look in question happened only a few hours ago: the pair of them galivanting around the stage, charging at each other like wild bulls during the bridge of Year Zero. Until Ifrit rose up on his toes, hovering only a few inches above Dew as he leaned in for a mock kiss. He may as well have been two feet taller with the way his rich brown eyes bore straight into Dew's, getting closer and closer until the water ghoul was forced to pull away.
It was no more than a few seconds. But the shared look between the two of them was more than enough to convey Dew's desperate thoughts.
Ifrit had regarded him with a calculating stare as keycards were handed out for the evening, grasping Dew by the arm and pulling him flush to his side as they made the short trek up to the room—separating from him only long enough to shove their bags in the bathroom and hook the latch over the door.
Now Dew whimpers, barely loud enough to be considered a sound. His head thumps against the wall, hips canting into Ifrit’s.
The fire ghoul chuffs, nails tracing patterns into the exposed skin around the hemline of Dew’s shirt, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Gonna make you cry; that’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”
(*sweating nervously* okay i didn't realize until now that maybe i have a thing for dew x ifrit. time to switch it up whoops.)
Competition/Jealousy - @st-danger - Dewdrop x Ifrit x Swiss
“At least get his legs over your shoulders,” Ifrit drawls.
Swiss is going to lose his mind, he really is. The irritation the ghoul lounging beside them is throwing off is absurd. He has Dew underneath him, one of his hands under a slim thigh, holding it to his side. His other, elbow locked straight as he rocks into the little body below, long, luxurious rolls of his hips while Dew’s eyes roll back and he paws at Swiss’s chest.
give in again - @gayrickgrimes - Dewdrop x Ifrit x Swiss
swissdewfrit fluffy nonsense
(okay. okay! i know dew is still there. i'm trying. hold on.)
Needy - @iamthecomet - Aether x Ifrit
Ifrit leans his head into Aether's warm thigh as Aether slips his fingers into his hair, and scratches his claws along his scalp lightly. He sinks into the feeling. He wants it to be enough. Of course, it isn't. He bites back a whine and presses even closer to Aether's leg. He hates that Aether's wearing pants. That he can't have the satisfaction of skin on skin. He wants--needs--more. And Aether’s intent dragging it out, like always.
layman's terms - @ghoulifrit (lmk if they have a tumblr) - Alpha x Ifrit
It’s shameful, really, how bad he wants it to happen and how scared he is to do anything to make it so. And for what? What’s the worst Alpha could do? Reject him? Except yes, that’s it, that’s exactly it—Ifrit is completely certain, that that’s not the kind of rejection he’d be able to handle. The embarrassment would eat him alive and he’d never look at Alpha ever again. It’s safer to just forget about this and move on, but fuck, he wants it still, though.
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