I made you a cookie but I…God, I’m so sorry. This is so difficult to say. There’s no point in lying to you. Please forgive me, but i fucking eated it. I’m so sorry.

I can seriously imagine Ignis saying this to you, absolutely winding you up like the secret meme lord he MUST be from hanging out with Noct and Prom

Time to play New Game+ FFXV, enough time has passed. I’m ready...

Oh GOD 😭😭😭😭😭

I forgot that they start the car bit with stand by me playing and honestly I’m about crying

Time to play New Game+ FFXV, enough time has passed. I’m ready...

Oh GOD 😭😭😭😭😭

Yes, hi, hello important PSA.

You can find the FFXV and Kingsglaive OSTs on Spotify now. Have some links:

FFXV

Kingsglaive

Enjoy~

Not only will I ship an OC with a canon character, I WILL change the plot to make it happen.

Now, THIS is what I’m talking about!!!!

Older Noctis appreciation 21/∞

Ignis

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Happy Birthday Ignis Sceintia -7th February

Ignis wakes and he can tell its late. A shaft of sunlight lays across his chest but doesn’t warm him. The early February sun isn’t strong enough to do more than light the world, though as long as it does that then nobody is complaining.

He hears a rustle of plastic wrap as you pad through the bedroom door.

“Happy Birthday Ignis!”

He sits up and reaches out for you and you sit by him on the bed.

“Thank you, ______.” You lean in and press a kiss on his lips, enjoying how he looks with his hair a mess from sleep and without his visor on.

“Here, I was going to put them in vase so you would smell them when you woke up but I wanted to see your face when you smelled them”

Flowers.

He raises an eyebrow, and you place the white bouquet under his nose.

Instantly he smells the fragrant notes of roses, orange blossoms, and sylleblossoms. He can tell the arrangement had a lot of thought in it as the smells were a delight. He smiles and tells you so.

“Well I hope you’re ready because I have you to spoil for the morning and then everyone is coming over at about two in the afternoon.” with another kiss you pat his leg as you get up, “So relax, get a nice shower, and then come have breakfast with me and you can have your presents.”

With that you’re gone, and Ignis slowly showers and gets ready for the day, surrounded by the smell of the bouquet even as he leaves the room dressed in nothing but a pair of lounging pants. The low melody that’s playing is infused with the telltale hiss of the record player that sits in the corner of the room. The picture it paints in his minds eye is one that makes him smile.

When he sits at the kitchen island you push a plate to him telling him it’s warm croissants with honey and fresh fruit. He enjoys the crunch of the pastry, the buttery taste mixing with the warm and melted honey. You watch with a smile as he sucks at his fingertips, thinking of the present you got him.

“That was delicious love, thank you.”

“It’s your birthday, you deserve everything.” You grab the wrapped present, the bells on top jingle, causing Ignis to laugh, “You’ve not brought me a cat have you?” You laugh and press the wrapped box in to his hands, stepping back to watch with excitement as you pull at the robe you’re wearing.

He opens the present, placing the ribbon on the side. You pick it up slowly and tie its loosely around your neck. “You sound like you’re enjoying playing with those.” Again you laugh and don’t say a word.

“Is it empty?” The box is open and his fingers are cautiously feeling around in the empty box.

“It is actually, I took the liberty of putting your gift on.” You step closer and grab his hands guiding them up your hips so he feels the three straps of the lacy thong, and up to your breasts where the feeling of lace sitting on top of soft and warm flesh teases his senses. “And I didn’t get you a cat, but I suppose there’s pussy, if you can catch me.” With that you dart off and the sound of the bells tells Ignis where you’ve ran.

“So that’s your game is it.” He launches after you, trusting his senses and memory as he chases you in to the bedroom. He catches you, and you’re laughing as he throws you on the bed where you bounce up and down as the bell around your neck jingles. “Very naughty indeed, now where’s that pussy got to?”

He slides on to the bed, head between your legs as his hand smooths across your lace covered mound. He pushes and rubs, fingertips running up and down as he does. He leans forward pressing his tongue against the lace and you jerk in surprise and pleasure as he rubs with his fingers and moves his tongue against your lace covered lips with a moan.

His other hand is roving up and down your leg, before he slips it between your backside and the sheets. “A thong? What a treat ______.”

He moves up your body slowly, pressing kisses and licks as he goes.His hands curve around your breasts, fingers pulling at the lace as they find your nipples erect against the thin material. He groans and ruts against you, “You’re going to drive me mad.”

He pulls the material down and you moan as he takes a nipple in to his mouth, sucking and licking lightly. “I’m sure you’re trying to take me with you Ignis.” Your fingers slide in to his dark hair, nails scraping against his scalp to which he responds with a bite on your nipple, only light but enough to make you arch your back to his touch.

He lets your nipple pass his lips with a delicious pop and tilts his head up to yours, “It will be a lovely trip darling, ” You take his face in your hands with a hum, and curl your body so you can kiss him softly on his lips, then trail your mouth across the scars and marks that litter his face.

“It is.” He moves further up you until he’s nestled between your legs, and you can feel the hardness of him pressing against you through both layers of material. Your hands move to the bottoms and pull them down, distracted by his lips against yours as his fingers undo the bell around your neck. His hand moves to your underwear but with a thrust of your hip and a push against his shoulder you have him on his back on the bed, completely naked and bare in the soft morning light that paints the room brightly through the curtains.

Straddling his hips you pull aside the underwear, and he slips in slowly, you tightness tantalising and your wetness welcoming. You both groan as you slowly lower yourself on to him more and more, both stilling when you’ve completely taken him in all the way.

His calloused hands are on your thighs keeping you still for a moment as he sighs in contentment, and you place your own hands on his as you slowly rock your hips.

There’s the sound of wetness that you both love, a sign of how turned on you are and what he does to you. It’s a debauched sound that has you even wetter as you gain speed and begin to rise up and down on top of his cock. His hands trail up your stomach to your bra again and he pinches at the buds through the lace as you throw your head back and moan deeply.

He sits then, arm going around your back while the other ghosts along your body, over your breasts and neck until he reaches your mouth. You stick your tongue out, darting it across the tip of his finger. His face, scarred with dark skin and a milky eye, but still beautiful, looks shocked at first, though with a growl and a hiss of ‘yes’ he slides two fingers in to your mouth. You keen out in bliss as his fingers press against your tongue.

You rock against him, the angle pressing his cock deeper in to your core pushing against things that make your head spin and your heart falter. The only sound filling the apartment is the huff of your breaths twinned together in the late morning bliss.

He chokes back a moan and you feel a new surge of wetness escape you, coating both of your thighs as you move against one another. His fingers slide past your lips and back again, the friction making your thrusts against almost frantic as you grab his wrist encouraging him to match your moves that become more desperate and edging for release as you go.

“Fuck, ______,” he groans, “That mouth of yours, just as desperate and wet as your pussy.” The lewd words send you over the edge and you’re convulsing against his stuttering hips as you moan desperately around his fingers. A warmth fills you as he groans and pulls you as close as he can while he empties inside of you, twitching and pulsing within.

His fingers slide out of your mouth and he takes you with him as he falls back on to the bed.

You never thought contentment would be found in a cool February morning with the remnants of love making sliding between your legs as you laze against your lover.

“I think madness is somewhere I would very much like to visit again.”

“Hmmm, hopefully before the others bring your cake…” you sigh happily and absently as your fingers caress his chest. He grabs your hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a kiss against them. Moving up his chest you press your lips against his. “Happy Birthday Ignis.”

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