#dom!ignis

The hushed words were murmured into your ear from where he stood behind you, pulling you into his hard chest and arms wrapping securely around you enveloping you with safety.

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Soft hands grazed up your arms, goosebumps trailing in their wake…

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Nimble fingers pushed under your shirt, caressing sensitive flesh…

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Lips trailed along the slope of your neck and shoulders, pulling moans of pleasure as skin was marked for the night…

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You were gently urged forward towards the bed though you don’t quite remember when you lost your clothes.

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You didn’t even realize that your arms were pulled up as he kissed you senseless. It was hard to think of anything when those soft lips were against yours and his body covered yours.

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There was the sensation of cool silk around your wrists now.

Your eyes opened in shock, and Ignis pulled away, regarding you with a smug—if still sweet— grin.

“Just so you don’t move too much, darling.”

He lifted up just a little, taking your naked and now bound body in.

“But I cannot say,” he murmured almost to himself as he absentmindedly caressed your bottom lip with a thumb, “that seeing you like this at my mercy is anything short of stunning.”

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The blindfold was next.

You groaned as your vision went black.

Lips trailed along your cheek to your ear. “Safeword?”

A shudder passed through your body at the sensation of his deep voice against your ear. You struggled against a moan in order to answer, your voice already breathless. “Stasis.”

“Good girl.”  The words were murmured in your ear, approval clear in his tone.

The words themselves amplified the ache between your legs, but it was the warm hand on your inner thigh that made your breath hitch.

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The next command came shortly after.

“Open your legs, darling, let me see you.”

You obeyed immediately, taking pleasure in the pleased hum that bubbled out of your boyfriend’s throat. Your nerves were prickling with anticipation for his next move, skin feeling overly sensitive and acutely aware of how close his hand was to where you were feeling so needy.

“Such obedience should be rewarded, shouldn’t it?”

You would have nodded your head had he not chosen that moment to lean down and fix his mouth on your neck—at that very place he knew drove you crazy.  So, instead you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access.

His teeth nipped at the skin before his tongue followed it to lave a strip over the area. You squirmed at the sensation. You could feel the air your most exposed area, and your thighs tensed and twitched, fighting the sensation to close your legs to get some friction.

He noticed. His free hand threaded into your hair, the grip gentle but firm.

“Keep them open,” he growled.

A whine left your throat when he resumed his work on your neck, slowly dipping down your body. Another moan left your throat when his lips closed on a nipple. You felt it all the way down into your core.  Your hips rocked out of their own volition, trying to find friction, the ache delicious but tormenting.

This lips were teasing as they traversed the expanse of your body. He knew every nook and cranny that would drive you crazy, and he used them to his full advantage. When his mouth found a particular spot, you gasped, knees drawing slightly up to keep your legs from closing.

“Oh, very good,” he murmured. “Learning so fast.”

The weight of his palm on your thigh left, and you were left in the darkness and silence for a moment, the very core of you aching for his touch.  

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You threw your head back with a keen when his fingers finally touched your aching wetness, one finger pressed lightly, unmoving on your pulsing clit.

“So wet for me already, darling.”

You wanted to reply, yes, it was all for him—always, forever, but you weren’t sure if you would be able to form any words now.

“Tell me, darling, do you want more?”

You found your words then, as breathless as they were. “Yes, please… please.”

Instead, the hand was removed, and you let out a sob of frustration as you lost the contact you desperately wanted.

There was a beat of silence—an imperceptible change in the air—before a warm hand cupped your cheek. “Are you alright, love?”

You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the concern in his voice as he gave you a moment to gather your thoughts.

You nodded as well as you could.

“Do you want to continue?”

“Uh-huh…”

You were able to smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body first before his lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

And then he lifted himself and his hand away, and the mood in the room changed again.

“Well then, let’s propose a game.”

You jumped when an object touched your thigh.  You moaned when the vibration started and you realized it was your vibrator.  He moved it slowly along your inner thigh, making you squirm as it tickled sensitive skin.  You wanted it so badly pressed to your core that you were dripping.

You tensed, breath held in anticipation as he moved the vibrator to hover right above your aching clit.

“Let’s see how obedient you really are, shall we? Now, kitten, you are to count backwards from one hundred. And you certainly will not cum until you ask after you finish. Do you understand?”

Oh fuck me.

He knew how bad you were at these games, but goddamn if you weren’t as turned on as you’ve ever been in life.

“I asked if you understood.”

“Yes.”

He tsk’ed in disapproval. “Yes?”

Oh, Astrals, you motherfucker.

“Yes, sir.”

You clenched in pleasure at how turned on saying even that to him made you.

You heard the soft intake of breath at the title, and you would have smiled at having that effect on him had he not finally pressed the vibrator firmly to that aching button between your legs.

Your head arched back and a cry of pleasure left your throat at finally having some stimulation where you needed it. You thanked the Astrals and Ignis that the vibration wasn’t turned all the way on because you weren’t sure you would have lasted even a few seconds given how turned on you were.  The stimulation was perfect. It drew out the pleasure slowly, but you knew by the time you would finish, you’d be shaking.

“Start. Now.”

That’s how your evening had started.

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“Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven—” a long moan here as a subtle change in his grip had the head pressing at just the right spot on your clit.

“Forty-six—ahn!”

You were squirming now, your hips rocking forward on their own accord as you tried to keep your legs spread for him.

“Forty-five, for—forty-four—fuck!”

He had pressed the vibrator to you a little harder, and it took all your effort to not push your body towards it and let yourself fall.

“You look so beautiful like this, kitten. Unraveled like a present just for me.”

“Forty-three, forty-two, forty-one…” It took more effort to count, to search for the words and numerals in your mind.

“Ahn—” Yesssss

“Better hold it back, darling. You know what the consequences will be if you cum before you finish your count. But you won’t, will you?”

You could barely hear his words, but you felt their power in every twitch of your clit against the vibrator.

“Forty-forty, thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven…” you count kept marching. You tried to keep your breathing steady, but you could feel the rise of your orgasm finally creeping up on you.

“Thirty-six, thirty-five, thirty-four, thirty-three, Ignis, please…” He had pressed the vibrator yet a little harder.

He let the slip of his name mercifully pass.

You gripped the silk ties tying you to the bedpost as tightly as you could, your knuckles turning white the force with which you were griping them.

“You like being this way, don’t you? Tied, spread, and dripping for me, and only for me?”

Fuck, he knew how much you liked his dirty talk.

“Thirty-two, thirty-one, thirty, thir—twenty-nine, twenty-eight—” you choked on your words as his hands caressed a nipple.

Your nipples were hard pebbles now, and every time his fingers brushed them, you felt an answering throb below where you were already being stimulated to your limits.

Every thing felt so good—the vibrator settled at your clit, his hand on your chest, and the warm breath you could feel at your neck.

The tip of his tongue made a lazy swipe at your neck.

“You taste of you is divine. I wonder how good you would taste if I replaced this vibrator of yours with my mouth.”

You inhaled sharply at that thought, but you forced it out of your mind before you fell apart.

“Twenty-seven, twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four…” Your words were becoming breathless, moans leaving your throat unbidden.

Teeth clamped to your neck, to that spot that made your breath hitch. He pulled at the skin with suction, and his tongue made broad strokes on the skin.  You moaned in pleasure, wanting to badly to wrap your arms around him.  

But you couldn’t deny how turned on you were at being restrained like this and being at his mercy.  Fuck, you wanted to come.

“Twenty-three, twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty…”

Your back arched against his body when he nipped at your skin, his tongue following the bite.  

“You look so wonderful like this. Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum,” he murmured against your skin.

You let out a whine even as your body shook from sensation.  

You squirmed as his lips traveled down your body, arching up as his tongue found the peak of your breast.  Your keen at the sensation was broken by a choked cry when he closed his mouth over a nipple.

“Nineteen, eighteen—ah!”  You weren’t even sure how you were even counting at this point. Your voice had become so breathless and barely intelligible.

You sagged a bit when he released you, breaths turning into pants as you tried to hold on and not go over the edge.

“You’re doing so well, kitten. Just a few more moments.”

“Seventeen, sixteen, fif..teen, f-f-four-fourteen…”

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he murmured as your hips lifted by their own volition.

“Thirteen, twelve, e-eleven, t-ten, n-nine—ungh—I can’t—”

“You can.”

You could feel your entire body shaking at what it was taking you to not go over. You felt yourself holding your breath, your fight against the torrential current that was your impending orgasm growing weaker.

Fuck, you were so close…

“Ahnn!” You keened, your voice fracturing.

“Deep breaths, kitten.”

You followed his instruction and took a deep breath, feeling the return of some small semblance of control.

“Eight, seven six, five, fouuuuuuur—Oh Astrals!” He had turned up the vibrator.

“Three, t-two, o-one!”

You were shaking with the effort to keep your orgasm at bay, trying to take steady, deep breaths between the numbers.

“Please, can I cum, sir?”

You felt the air move around you and felt Ignis lean over you, breath falling against yours. A part of you wanted to lift your head and kiss him, but all you really wanted at that moment was to explode.

“You’ve been such good girl, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh, yes, sir, I have.”  Ignis, fuck, let me—

“Then be a good girl, kitten, and tell me who you belong to.”

Ignis, god—don’t do this.

A whimper passed through your lips as you tried to focus.

“Time’s wasting, darling.”

You gasped, trying to control your breaths, thighs shaking with the effort to stave off your orgasm. “You! I’m yours, sir—Ignis—Iggy, please, please.”

“I so do enjoy your beautiful begging,” he murmured against your lips. And then he was leaning away.

He took a moment to take you in—arms tied, blindfolded, legs spread and shaking, dripping onto the smooth sheets underneath you with need, and that special panting you had when you were close—oh so close—to reaching your peak.  You were beautiful. And you were his.

“Cum for me, darling.”

And on that, you exploded, back arched, muscles taut, with a gasping cry you were sure his neighbors would probably hear.  You felt the creak of the headboard with the force with which you were pulling on your ties around your wrists.  You felt tears prickle at the sides of your eyes at the intensity of your orgasm, and you could hear yourself sound gasping like a fish out of water, trying to get in air.

Your hips moved against your vibrator, now thankfully set to low, still feeling the aftershocks of the explosive release.  He let you ride out your orgasm until your hips relaxed and your body sagged back into bed before he turned the vibrator off.  Your heart hammered in your ears so loudly that you could barely hear Ignis murmuring soft reassurances or feel his gentle touch on your skin.

You felt your heart and breathing slow after a long time, though your most intimate muscles still continued to contract and twitch while electricity spasmed through your core.

His hand on your outer thigh was gentle, and he brought his hand up slowly, lightly up your body, taking a moment to caress your cheek before lifting the blindfold off.

He moved his body over yours, putting himself in-between you and the light streaming from above to shield your eyes from the lifting darkness. You raised your eyes to his, and he gave you a soft smile as he leaned over your body and untied your wrist.

He kept your hands in his, lowering slightly to press a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek.

“You did so wonderfully, love,” he said, voice warm with a hint of pride lacing his tone.

“Holy shit, Ignis,” is all you could manage as a reply, but it seemed enough.

He chuckled softly at your response, and held your hands in front of him, massaging your wrists and hands.

He plopped down, a little uncharacteristically next to you, and rolled you to your side, pulling you into his arms.

“Are you alright, darling?”

Words came a little easier now as you snuggled into him.

“I’m fine, Iggy. Thanks.”

“You seemed like you needed a distraction,” he said into your hair, settling you comfortably against him.

“Mmmmm I did,” you said pressing an open mouthed kiss below his adam’s apple. “But, you seem like you need one too.”

Your hand crept down this chest, covered annoyingly still by a soft t-shirt to his trousers, where your hand met a very sizable bulge.

You felt his thick swallow under your lips before his hands reached for yours, stilling your hand’s light fluttering motion over his arousal.

“That’s not necessary, darling. I wanted to this night to be yours.”

“That’s fine, Iggy,” you said, hooking a leg around him and rolling so he lay below you as you straddled his hips.

He looked a little dazed now, eyes widening a measure—a far cry from the person he had been just moments ago.

You loved days like this one.

Cloudy. Moody. The smell of the incoming rain filling yournostrils, helping your muse create new ideas.

The weather wasn’t the source of your good mood though; itwas what had just happened.

A couple of hours back, you and your boyfriend, Ignis, werecoming back from a meeting with King Noctis Lucis Caelum.

His shield was there too. The well-known ladies’ man,Gladiolus Amicitia.

Gladio and Ignis were friends, sure, but you had to spendthe whole ride home asking the latter what it was you had done wrong.

You could tell something was bothering him. You knew himlike the back of your hand.

“Do you enjoy teasing me, kitten?” that’s what he said.That’s how you knew what was coming.

You didn’t answer right away; a smirk escaping your lips asyou looked down at his crotch.

He knew what was coming too. He craved your punishment asmuch as you did.

You bit down on your lower lip, extending your hand to cuphim, but he quickly slapped it away. “Now, now, kitten.” He smirked, clickinghis tongue “What makes you think you deserve this?”

Ignis took his eyes off the road for a few seconds, justenough for you to feel his lustful watch fall over you.

“But, sir…” you stuttered, feeling the heat raise insideyou.

“No ‘but’s kitten,” the devilish smirk never leaving hislips “You will have to wait for it!”

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It didn’t take long for you to practically attack Ignis withhungry kisses once the door of your shared apartment shut.

Unable to hold your need for him back any longer, you pushedhim to the wall behind him, grabbing his perfectly shaped chin and slightlyturning his head to the side, making way for your lips to connect with his neckand jaw.

Ignis licked his lips before letting a dark chuckle fall.Grabbing both your arms and giving you his place, pinned against the wall.

He let his lips hover just inches away from yours as heanalyzed your facial features; his hot breath being the only thing actuallytouching your face.

“Bedroom. Now!” he ordered, nibbling at your lower lipbefore making you whine from the loss of contact.

Ignis let your arms go, stepping on the side to open the wayfor you to follow his command.

His green eyes kept staring at your body while he fixed themessy tie you’d left him with. He straightened his vest at the hem and raisedhis sleeves to the elbows while walking to your bedroom.

Pushing the door open and moving inside, he gasped lightlyat your presence. You were already sprawled on all fours, waiting for him topunish you for being such a ‘naughty kitten’ as he said; blushing at hisfriend’s flirtations.

It wasn’t like you’d ever return Gladio’s games, but youloved what it brought out on Ignis.

Ignis was always gentle in bed, making sure you always gotthe attention you deserved; but jealous Ignis –that was your favorite part. Hewould be rougher, more dominant. You loved it when he made you beg for yourrelease.  

“Crawl to me.” He ordered while standing at the end of thebed.

You turned your face toward him and did as he asked,crawling on all fours like the dirty little kitten he loved you being.

You reached him slowly. Your face only inches away from hisclothed hard cock.

You looked at him through your eyelashes, silently begginghim to let you touch him.

Ignis looked down on you, through his spectacles. His eyesfull of lust and need. He took his tie off slowly, opening the top two buttonsof his shirt.

Your toes curled in anticipation as you bit down on yourlip.

Ignis placed his tie around your neck, gently pulling youtowards his as he bowed down to whisper to you; his hot breath hitting yourface and sending tingles in all the right places.

“Do you know what you do to me, kitten?” his voice dark and lustful.

You bit down on your lip in response “Let me make it up toyou, sir. Please.”

“Do what you must.” He straightened his posture, lookingdown at you as you worked on his zipper.

Your moves were slow, just as you knew he liked it.

You lowered his pants and boxers down on his thighs, lettinghis hard cock out and right in front of your face. You took him in your handand gave him a good couple of strokes before licking his tips as Ignis hissedat the feeling of your tongue.

You smirked when he tagged on the tie around your neck,silently asking you to take all of him in your mouth. You didn’t hesitate to dojust that.

You took him in your mouth, hungrily, letting the tip touchthe back of your neck for a few seconds as Ignis dropped his head back,grabbing a hold of your hair and keeping your there –not that you were going tomove away, but you loved when he did that. The sensation of his gloved fingerstugging on your hair sent warm tingles down to your core.

You let him out with a pop and he looked down on you,breathless. “What is it that you want, kitten?”

“Ignis,” you sat back while he still held you close with thetie “I need you.”

The chuckle that left his lips was for your ears only. Youwere the one person who ever got to hear it.

Dark, filled with lust.

“Say it correctly and I will give you what your heartdesires.”

You licked your lips at how his voice made you feel “I needyou to fuck me, sir!”

Ignis smirked, running a hand through his roughed up hair“Your wish is my command, my queen.”

Your heart and heat trembled in anticipation for what he wasabout to do. You waited for a few seconds, craving for his next command.

“On your back!” he ordered “Hands over your head, hold on tothe bed.”

You nodded silently and did what he asked. You wondered fora few seconds what passed through his mind; looking down on yourself, yourealized you were still dressed. Your white shirt was still buttoned up andyour pencil skirt still hugged your thighs.

You didn’t care. Ignis would find a way. His orders meant hethought this through; probably on the way back. Sneaky little bastard had itall planed out.

You laid on your back and got hold of the iron bars of yourking sized bed.

Ignis took his clothes off slowly, making his way to thedrawer next to the bed. He opened it up and got one of his spare black tiesout, revealing the box of condoms you bought a couple of days back.

He made his way to sit next to you, tying one of your handswith the tie he wore all day before tying the other with the one he grabbed.

Once he was done, Ignis got comfortable between your legs.His gloved fingers ghosting over your burning heat; rubbing gentle circles ashe planted small wet kisses on your abdomen.

He moved your skirt up and your panties out of his way ashis tongue moved to slide over your clit. You let out a gasp and he smirked,darting it inside and out of you as your gasps became moans and begs. Youneeded him, right now; and the bastard was taking his sweet time with you.

“Sir, please. Please, I need to –“ your words gave theirplace to a loud moan as Ignis inserted a gloved finger inside you. Pumping itin and out while his tongue assaulted your sensitive bud.

Ignis moved his face back after a couple of minutes, nottaking his finger off you as he looked up at you, licking his lips “That’s it! Youcan cum now.”, he said hooking his finger to find the spot that dropped you offthe edge. And, by the Astrals, you did; hard! Your release triggering ananimalistic moan of his name as your body jolted and your head pushed back onthe mattress.

Ignis, proud of himself, took his finger out of you andmoved to hover above you before placing it on your lips.

You could taste yourself on the leather of his glove as hemoved it in your mouth.

“You taste exquisite, my Y/N.” he growled proudly.

Ignis got comfortable between your legs again, this timelining up his cock with your entrance after giving it a good couple of strokes.

He shoved himself inside you without a warning, earninghimself a loud moan as he kept a steady pace, allowing you to adjust to hissize.

“Move, sir, please.” You moaned, biting down on yourquivering lip.

Ignis did just that, grunting and breathing heavy againstyour face, his tongue battling with yours as he raised his pace.

His movements becoming harder and deeper with every thrust,just as your moans and screams of his name became louder. There was no doubt asto who you belonged to anymore –if there was ever any.

He felt his release closer as your walls started clenchingaround him “Don’t hold back on me now.” He said. His voice sending pleasanttingles down your whole body, reaching to your core as you exploded. Youclenched around him, screaming his name as your head dug deeper into themattress, allowing him to bite down on your neck, covering his own moans while hecame right after you.

After the two of you had calmed down, Ignis set your handsfree; kissing your roughed up skin as he held you in a tight embrace. Caressingyour hair and planting gentle kisses on every piece of skin he could find,finally making his way to your soft lips.

“I love you.” you whispered as you fully relaxed under hiscare “Only you.”

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The warning tone (Y/N) used was close to his mother’s. It was almost terrifying how she could replicate it so naturally.

“A well rested body and mind yields better focus than one in shambles.” “Heh, quoting our academy teacher now, are we?” “It’s the only useful thing he’s ever said that stuck.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Ignis surrendered and dismissed his daggers back into the void of the Crystal Room. (Y/N) walked over and reached down to help him back up off of the ground with a strong tug. He secured his hand atop her upper arm as she handed him his walking cane. Softly thanking her, they made their way back down from the rooftop of her apartment building in Lestallum.

With Noct in Crystal sleep, Eos fell into darkness. The remaining three members of the king’s entourage returned to Lestallum heavy with emotion. Finally reuniting with (Y/N) and seeing him in his current state, all she could do was hold him in a silent embrace, not shedding a single tear.

The only words she uttered were, “You endured and none the worse for wear.”

After giving them some time to settle down, she mustered up the courage to ask about their trip to Gralea one evening over food and beer. The three gave as much information to her as they could before emotions took over the moment scumbag Ardyn was mentioned. Swallowing the weighty lump, (Y/N) hesitated to ask about her parents’ whereabouts.

She had to know for closure.

Her pulse drummed heavily at the base of her throat upon inquiring, followed with a rush of blood to her head as her stomach dropped down to Ifrit’s lair: there were no signs of life found within Niflheim and could only assume their minds and souls were transferred to an MT gone rogue. (Y/N)’s breath quickened as her body shook from mixed emotions of shock and rage. As much as she despised them, they were still family. After a few weeks of physically working through all of her thoughts and feelings by killing daemons, all she was left with was pity; pity over their desperation for influence and power, the fruits of their labor were all for naught from one simple, yet terrible and costly decision.

They were as blind as Ignis and she was officially the last living member of the (Y L/N)s.

Despite the circumstances, (Y/N) made the best of it as “Rose.” However, Prompto accidentally let slip of her real name one evening after coming back into town from a hunt and one of the hunters heard it within an earshot. It turns out her family had pissed off a good amount of them in the past, which was no surprise to her at all. Before an angry mob formed, several women of Lestallum came to her defense; she was a Lestallian in their eyes after all she’s done for them and could give two shits less about her history.

The solidarity of the females basically made a statement of, “If you have a problem, fight us about it.”

Safe to say, that conflict was quickly dismantled.

After the incident, the hunters gradually came around to her being around them again upon realizing she wasn’t going to kill them in their sleep. Gladio and Prompto busied themselves by tagging along daemon hunts with other hunters; sometimes they hunted alone. Just because Noct wasn’t here didn’t mean they could slack off on their end. They needed to prepare for the day he returns. As a man bound to his duty, Ignis felt the same.

After taking a brief interlude to himself, he asked (Y/N) to re-train all of his abilities, from cooking to combat in order to be self-sufficient again. Having had sensory deprivation training as a child from her family of rogue assassins, she was reluctant to. ‘Hellish’ couldn’t even begin to describe the psychological ordeal she went through.

But he didn’t care. He only wanted to renew his purpose, to test himself whether or not he deserved to be by the King’s side until the very end.

When she initially refused, there were times (Y/N) had to physically assert herself to pin him down when he felt restless. He’d sneak away to do solo daemon hunts on a few occasions in success. However, it only took one time where a group of hunters had to bring him back after being overwhelmed and gravely injured from several Ice Grenades. After three days of treating the severe burns, she finally agreed for the sake of shutting him up and frankly, his persistence ran her ragged.

As (Y/N) reached for the doorknob to enter her apartment, his arm snuck around her waist from behind and kissed her on the cheek.

“What’s this all of a sudden?” “A small reward for keeping your end of the promise,” he softly replied into her ear. His breath lightly tickled her lobe.

Smiling to herself, she let both of them in and simply said, “Gonna take more than a kiss like that to convince me to let you go out solo again.” “Heh, you got me,” he apologetically spoke with a light chuckle.

(Y/N) turned to him and gently grabbed both his hands.

“Ig. Don’t rush it,” she gently consoled. “It’ll click once you do.” “I understand. I really do, but...” He let out a sharp breath. “Gladio and Prompto are out there doing what they can to get stronger and I—” “You’re on your way,” she soothed and squeezed his hand. “Haste makes waste.” “I hate your logic sometimes.” “I learned from the best,” she playfully jabbed back and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Go wash up. I’ll tend to food.”

Leaning his cane on the wall by the door, Ignis removed his protective shades and made his way to the bathroom. Having only seen her place once before losing his vision, he had perfect recall of her small alcove studio layout. He went about his routine like normal and hopped into the shower stall. Feeling the lukewarm beads of liquid cascade down his hair and toned back, he rested his forehead onto the cool tiled wall in hopes of washing away his blighting stress.

Adjusting to being blind was, for a lack of a better word, debilitating. Having excelled at everything for as long as he could remember, finding himself suddenly lagging behind exceeded the feeling of disappointment; Ignis felt impotent. As much as he tried to reassure himself to not let this handicap deter him from his duties, it’s been proven much harder than it led on.

His once crystal clear path was now marred with darkness.

Aside from the night terrors plaguing his world of dreams in the velvet obsidian, he gradually grew accustomed to the dark and no longer feared it with (Y/N)’s support and comfort.

She gave Ignis firm pushes of encouragement backed by silent strength. Their domestic life mixed with strict training sessions left little energy for lovemaking, but the desire was definitely there. Within all this, he also discovered a new sensation rising from the pits of his heart whenever she tried to initiate physical intimacy: it was anxiety. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to be a proper lover to her. And every time she tried to, Ignis regretfully pushed her away.

He once woke up in the middle of the night and heard her pleasuring herself beside him while trying to muffle her soft cries and lustful huffs into her pillow. Needless to say, the sound of her voice resonated with his half-erect, twitching manhood, desperately wanting in on the action. He waited until she finished and fell back asleep to go to the bathroom to relieve himself.

She’s given so much to him and he had yet to return anything to her.

Exiting the bathroom, he toweled off his now unstyled hair and walked back out to smell a familiar scent.

“Dry-Aged Tender Roast Stew?” he asked and entered the small kitchen. “Where did you get the meat?” “I found a good portion stashed in the back of my cabinet,” (Y/N) replied while slowly stirring the pot. “Figured it’s aged enough. Had to cut off some parts off due to the mold.” “It should be done in the next minute or two,” Ignis sniffed again and noted. “Any longer and the stuff at the bottom will burn.” “Your kitchen senses are excelling faster than I expected,” she commended and killed the fire on the stove.

(Y/N) let him tend to putting their portions of the stew into the bowls while she got the utensils. It wouldn’t be long before he could go back to the chopping block without losing a finger. The two sat down and began eating their dinner.

“When you were doing your training...” he began. “How did they deprive you of your senses?”

“One of my ancestors was gifted with apothecary and accidentally created a blinding potion. The effects were temporary, of course,” (Y/N) elaborated. “Whoever was training us would escort us into a windowless room after taking it. It was so quiet in there, you’d think you were deaf and the stillness would drive anyone crazy. But when someone spoke, you could hear them clear as day.”

Her orange eyes went dark with bitter memories of her childhood as her gaze looked downward at her food. “I take it none of you willingly took this concoction?” “My parents would sneak it into our drinks to throw us into a sink or swim setting,” she grimaced. “Chronos and Azrael adapted quickly; I pretty much panicked and cried. That made the training much harsher...” She wryly chuckled from her dry throat. “I thought I’d die by their hands.” “How did you get through it?” “When you’re in a life-threatening situation, your fight or flight senses go into overdrive. My mind was all sorts of messed up after. I’d isolate myself in my room and made things to calm down, like Chronos’ chocobo keychain and what not.” “That would explain your frequent absences from school back then...” Ignis concluded. “And here I thought you were just playing hooky.” “Were it up to me, I would’ve lived there.”

Dinner finished without incident and with the dishes properly cleaned, the two relaxed on the couch. Feeling the sudden shift of movement from the opposite end, Ignis felt her warm arms wrap around his torso. Her head found its way to the crook between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling her soft lips there. Playfully nipping at a small patch of skin, he softly sucked in a breath.

“Darling...” he tutted and placed a firm, but hesitant hand on her shoulder.

Even though he couldn’t see, he could clearly sense her disappointment and frustration as she rolled her lips in; a habit of hers whenever she held her tongue. (Y/N) pulled away from Ignis with a downward gaze and slumped shoulders. Six knew he understood her sexual frustration.

“I’m… gonna wash up and turn in first. Night,” she quietly said and got off of the sofa to make her way to the bathroom. He sighed heavily after hearing the door close behind him and rested his elbows on his knees. His hands loosely clasped together and felt the ache and unease grip tightly around his heart and loins yet again. Feeling himself starting to hyperventilate, he immediately stopped when he heard her barely audible voice moaning past the sound of running water, noticing the huskiness of her sounds were much more carnal than usual.

Even though he was emotionally and mentally hesitant, his physicality said otherwise upon feeling himself twitch between his legs. If he couldn’t get over this hurdle, how would he proceed past his current obstacle?

Ignis stood from the couch with determination and removed his clothing piece by piece as he walked to the bathroom. The door swung open with a light bang, startling (Y/N).

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“I-Ig!” she exclaimed in a voice two pitches higher than usual and panted heavily. “Did something—”

Immediately stepping into the shower stall and closing the door from behind, his lips crashed down onto hers with force and urgency; his hands found her wrists and pinned them onto the cool, tile wall. He could feel heat radiating off the apples of her cheeks from her solo endeavors beforehand. His tongue forcefully opened her mouth and thoroughly explored it like it was his first time.

Ignis hastily released as he latched on, heavily huffing.

“My apologies for neglecting your needs...” he whispered and softly dragged his hand down from her wrists to cup her face. His broad back shielded her from the running water coming from the shower. “Y-you don’t have to push—” “Just because I can’t see doesn’t mean I can’t hear your reactions,” he interrupted huskily. “Like so.”

His left hand reached down and casually rubbed her small nub of nerve endings, already feeling her wetness pool at his fingertips. (Y/N)’s thigh muscles lightly jerked and let out a breathy moan. His right hand made his way down to his shaft and lightly pumped at his already full erection.

Her breath immediately hitched when she felt his fingers spread her labia, his middle fingertip teasing her wet entrance with painfully slow, circular motions. Her core and legs were trembling with uncontrollable desire to feel him as she muffled a moan in her throat. Her hips bucked to each one of his ghosted, teasing touches and squeezed her eyes close. His face hovered close and barely grazed his lips onto hers. ”(Y/N)...” he whispered. “Look at me.”

When she refused to, his middle finger then found its way to her entrance and casually slipped in as her lustful ache grew. The tingles rushing between her legs made her finally snap them open and gasped, staring into his glassy orb. “Look how wet you are, darling...” he remarked in a calm, whispering voice. He softly grunted with approval at how quickly she was unraveling by his hands. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, her positive reactions have been stroking his ego in ways more than one.

Ignis also discovered another part of himself: dominance.

“It must be so hard for you to not feel me,” he hissed out with a low growl. “And I take it fingers won’t be enough this time around.” “Ig, please...” she let out a shaky whimper and shuddered to his touch.

He then leaned into her right ear and whispered, “I do wonder... if your pussy remembers how my cock feels inside.”

All she could muster out was another whimper and a light moan from her lips.

“I dunno how much more I can take,” (Y/N) huffed out, her chest heavily rising up and down. “As tempted as I am to continue teasing you like this, I’m at my tipping point, too,” he confessed. “Turn around for me, love,” he silkily requested with a hushed voice. “I want to feel you from all angles.”

She did what was asked and gasped aloud when she felt the tip of his erection rub against her lubricated and lustful folds. Before she could have some kind of reaction, his head eased in. Ignis let out a controlled breath from his lips and groaned.

“You’re squeezing and twitching around me so eagerly, love,” he gasped out and grunted. “I wonder if you’ll come just from this.”

He pulled back out and rubbed his head to further taunt her frustration.

“Ig...” she warned through gritted teeth, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her submit to him. Before she could continue her thought, Ignis put himself halfway back inside her. (Y/N) haplessly moaned.

“Tell me, darling...” he panted in a barely audible voice and teased her nipples by flicking them with his fingers. “What would you like me to do to you? I want to hear your desires.”

She stifled a moan when he lightly pinched her sensitive pebbled nubs, sending a shiver down her body as she shook from the edging. There was a time and place for pride; this was not one of them. She needed him now. “... R-Ravage me, Ignis,” she mewled out through stutters. “I want you to p-pound me with your rock hard cock.” Feeling the corner of his lip curl up with satisfaction, he leaned in again and uttered, “Good girl.”

Quivering with excitement and lust, (Y/N) let out a soft moan when he pushed himself further inside. Her body quickly readjusted to his length and girth pooling heat between her legs. Ignis’ hands found their way to her breasts and gently cupped them as he built his rhythm slowly from his hips. He gave them a firm squeeze when he pushed hard into her, earning him a verbal reply in the form of an elated approval. Her erect nipples were now situated between the gaps of his index and middle finger; he teasingly pinched them as he sped up his pace. The slapping of their wet skin on each other only furthered his auditory arousal.

Ignis’ lovemaking this time was feral and raw, like wanted to prove something to himself.

His lips landed on the back of her neck, tracing every sensitive part of her flesh with his tongue and teeth, hissing breaths and growls of pleasure in between. She arched her back with need as his rhythm got rougher, her moans and pants echoing in the stall. His right hand migrated down between her legs and stimulated her clitoris again, sending another electric jolt up her spine. Her mind was beginning to go blank as Ignis’ heated lips and breaths then rested beside (Y/N)’s right ear.

“(Y/N)...” he huffed out and languidly moaned, his left hand firmly squeezing her breast as he continued to pump himself into her. “I’m at my limit.” “Don’t… Don’t hold back, Ig. Let it out,” she replied between moans. “I want to feel your warmth.”

His thrusts became stronger and erratic as he neared climax and with a stuttered grunt, Ignis released his thick strands of orgasm inside her. (Y/N) came short after and felt him drip out between her jittery legs. The rest of his tribute were washed down the drain from the running shower as she rested her upper body on the wall, panting. It was a lot more intense than she imagined. He tightly embraced her from behind and rested his face on the small of her back, trying to catch his breath as his member softened up inside her and pulled out.

“I’m sorry if I was too rough before...” he uttered out and dotted slow kisses near her shoulder blade.

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Mustering up enough energy, she turned around and planted a soft kiss on his lips.

“It was... different. In a good way,” she affirmed. “Never thought you could get like that.”

Her hands made its way up to brush his wet locks back from his face and stroked his scarred eye; to which he lightly flinched at as his hand jumped up and grabbed hers.

“(Y/N)… Please,” he softly pleaded with shame. “Scars make us who we are...” she began and guided his hand over to her left ribcage, where her brand resided. “You told me that.”

She leaned in and peppered kisses on the scar tissue just above his cheekbone and stroked it lovingly with her thumb before tightly embracing him, letting the water hit her forearms.

“We should get out now. My feet are feeling pruney,” she suggested with a soft laugh. “I’m inclined to agree. I’m sure the salon downstairs won’t be happy we wasted so much water.”

Finally shutting it off, the two exited the stall and toweled each other off. Ignis took the opportunity to ravage (Y/N) again in the alcove bedroom to make up for all the lost time and frustration from both parties. Their sparring session the next day went a lot better. Every sneak attack she tried to do, Ignis was able to meet her a second before their weapons clashed. When she launched her daggers at him, he managed to gracefully dodge it and dashed at her with his blade inches from her throat.

“Good...” she huffed out and stepped back. He withdrew his weapons from her and disappeared from his hands upon release. “You’ve finally achieved equilibrium between your instincts and hearing. All it took was for you to get laid.”

Ignis chuckled lightly.

“Yes. I had to lighten the load.” She let out a light cough between stifling giggles. “Anyway, we’ll start polearms next week.”

Repeating their post training routine, he called out to her as she reached for his walking cane.

“Thank you, (Y/N)… For doing this for me. After listening to your explanation, I now understand why you refused.” “What I’m doing with you now is just the light version,” she quietly responded. “Your parents didn’t willfully release daemons at you.” “Daemons? How—” “Their lovely contacts graciously lent them the ability to control the lower leveled ones.” “So they were in touch with Niflheim from years ago then?” “Seems like it...” she trailed off. “(Y/N)... With everything going on right now...”Ignis hesitated to ask but the words fell from his lips. “Won’t it trigger you?” “Under normal circumstances, yes.” “I sense a ‘but’ coming along.” (Y/N) let out a breathless chuckle, impressed their synergy was unwavering after all this time. “I have you to keep me in check.”

She placed his cane into his hands and leaned in to give him a light peck on the lips. His expression went from soft to surprised in a millisecond upon reopening his right eye and let out a light gasp. His foggy orb darted around like he was chasing something.

“Ig… what’s wrong?” she asked with a tone of concern and rested her hand on his upper arm. His mouth was dry and could only let out breathless stutters. “Ig!” “I-I...” he finally found his voice again and swallowed hard before continuing. “I can… see! … Sort of.” “Wh-What?” “I mean...” Ignis took a deep breath to regain his composure and spoke again. “I can see you… A very dark, blurry shape of you, at least,” he finished in a whisper and reached out to cup her face with shaky hands. He let out another gasp followed with an awkward chuckle, trying not to cry. “You’re right in front of me…”

(Y/N) reached up and rested her hand on top of his, huffing a voiceless laugh of disbelief. Had the Six finally took mercy on the king’s advisor? Despite the surrounding ebony of despair, a small flower of hope bloomed inside their chest. She tip-toed and kissed him on the forehead.

“What did I tell you, huh?” she said softly and stared into his shielded eyes. “None the worse for wear.”