#gods Ignis has such hot forearms/wrists/hands

[lunarlegend]

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[what-big-teeth]

Spark (Male Fire Elemental, pt. 4)

Ignis and Simone share themselves with each other yet face one last obstacle. But it’s nothing compared to their shared strength. Not when happiness is so close.

Female Human (POV) x Male Monster [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

Lemon ; NSFW

Ignis has never mentioned any positives to being a trapped observer to the human word. But it shows now. It’s in the way he caresses my cheeks and gently guides me to lie back on the bed.

His lips pepper nearly every inch of my face. He pays special attention to the tip of my nose, my cheeks, and my ears. But he purposely misses the one spot where I want him most. Ignis pulls back to bare his torso’s weight on his bent forearms.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

I try to speak, but end up moaning instead. The slow way he’s grinding his clothed hips against mine creates a delicious friction that has me biting my lip.

“Just dealing with a tease,” I hiss out.

Ignis hums thoughtfully, steadily going. He leans down but doesn’t close the small distance between us.

“Is there something I can do to help?”

His warm breath brushes against my skin and I almost moan.

“Yeah,” I say, lifting my hips up against his.

His breath catches and he growls in my ear. I grin.

“Stop fucking around.”

His large, clawed hands dive under my sweater before I can breathe. They follow the shape of my waist, squeezing a bit, then pause under my bra.

“I suppose burning this isn’t an option?”

A rush of excitement floods my veins and I shiver.

“Next time,” I sigh, “when it’s mine.”

His hands slip underneath and cup my breasts. God, the heat of his palms... It takes everything to not melt into his touch. At my urging, Ignis pulls back to give me some space. My sweater and bra fall to the floor, leaving me topless.

His eyes widen, drinking me in as if I’ll vanish with a blink. But I take one of his hands and guide it back to my breast.

“Still with me?” I ask.

Molten fissures start breaking through his deep russet skin, which slowly blackens. My pulse spikes and my mind imagines the contrast of us pressed together.

But the cracks and darker shade begin to recede and his human form is all that’s left. He pulls away, panting.

“Is something wrong?” I ask. “We can stop if you—“

“No. I just need a moment to regain control.”

His eyes avoid mine as my brows knit together.

“Control? Over what?”

He grabs his left wrist with his right hand. Some of the cracks are still present, refusing to vanish.

“This form,” he growls. “You prefer this appearance, and I’m more than—“

My hands cup his cheeks and he finally looks at me. His expression is fearful, almost ashamed. It makes my mouth twist into a frown.

“When did I say that?”

“...Earlier today, but not through speech. If this is the way you wish to see me, I can accept that.”

“But I can’t.”

I shift closer then balance on my bent knees so I can look him in the eye.

“Yes,” I say, “your human form is nice to look at. But it’s a tiny part of the larger whole.”

I take his left arm and kiss the fissures on his wrist. They begin to spread up his forearm.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make myself clear before. I don’t want just a part of you, Ignis. I want you completely, fire and all.”

The fissures pulse with a molten light, continuing to overtake his human form. Ignis pulls me closer by my waist and kisses me, his tongue slipping past my lips as I gasp. He tastes of smoky warmth, deep, rich, and biting.

“You have a way with words, my darling light,” he says against my mouth.

When I try to reply, he silences me by licking at my bottom lip and gliding his claws down my back, making me shiver. Much of his skin has darkened and the fissures of his true form have almost taken over. But the changes end just underneath his jaw and his human face remains. His eyes, now fully ruby red, briefly flash white.

“But I want to see to you speechless.”

His clawed fingers catch the top of my jeans and yank, forcing my back to hit the bedding. My bare legs bounce against the mattress then settle. It’s then I realize I’m completely naked.

I try to sit up, but Ignis’ large hands gently squeeze my ankles and pull my body to the foot of the bed. He stops once the bottom of my ass is touching the edge. Then his hands trail up to my thighs, lifting and spreading them. Hot air fans over my wet core and my fingers grip the sheets.

“I-Ignis...”

“Tell me what you want,” he says. “Tell me how to bring you pleasure.”

“Your mouth...Use your mouth on me.”

I look down the length of my body and see him smirk.

“It seems,” he breathes so close to me, “this form can be of great use.”

His lips form a seal around my clit then suck. I scream. The perfect heat from his mouth nearly sends me over the edge.

But then he pulls away to lap at my folds lazily, like he’s savoring the taste. He keeps at it, until my fingers are twisting the sheets and my legs shake. Then his tongue dips inside, his nose pressing against my clit. Heat tightly coils in my belly and I’m so close.

“I-Ignis, I’m almost—”

His lips find my clit again and the heat springs free. I wail, rocking my body into his mouth to draw out the feeling. Soon enough, I’m too tired to move. But Ignis, wonderful lovely Ignis, lifts me in his arms and cradles me against his bare chest.

My hands skim across his black skin.

“When did you...”

He moves and chuckles, nuzzling against my messy curls. Once I’m lying on the bed, he stands to his full height in his true form, completely naked. His cock, fissured with molten lines and leaking, taps against his muscular stomach.

I reach out a hand to him and he intertwines our fingers, being careful of his claws. His broad form makes the bed dip then settles over me, his white hot eyes meeting my stare. I reach up towards his face just as he leans down. Our foreheads press together as I breathe in the heat flowing from him.

“My beautiful, darling light,” he says. “How should I...?”

I smile. “Just follow my lead.”

It takes a few minutes of adjusting, but Ignis is ready and lined up with the tip of his cock brushing against me. As the warmth of his body washes over me, he waits, splayed hands on both sides of my head.

“Go slow,” I tell him.

He does, carefully pressing against my folds until he slips past them. I moan from the weight and heat of him as he stretches me. His ridges brush against my walls, making me shiver. Once he’s fully seated, I��m completely filled.

“You feel...exquisite.”

His head lowers onto the bedspread as his body trembles. Pulses of heat wash over me in a steady rhythm. Like a heartbeat.

“You too.”

He slowly rolls his hips, creating sparks of pleasure inside me. I gasp as he growls against my ear.

“J-Just like that,” I moan. “Keep going...”

Soon enough, his grinding turns into thrusting and I’m left gripping his broad shoulders. The molten fissures of his body start to glow brighter as his heat engulfs me, inside and out. His cock slides against that one spot and my legs lock around his waist.

“Right there! I’m almost...”

Ignis angles his last few thrusts as I reach down and rub my clit. Liquid heat pools in my lower belly as I cry out his name. He tenses above, hips stuttering, my name falling from his lips as he pulses inside me.

Ignis only lasts a few more seconds on his shaky arms. Then, he falls to my side, panting.

I welcome the slight soreness between my legs as I shift closer to him. His fissures slowly return to their normal glow and he groans. I place a hand against his cheek.

“You alright?”

He copies my gesture then rubs one of my curls between his fingers.

“More than,” he says.

I kiss the area where his mouth would be and he shudders.

“Good.”

We bask in each other’s presence, slowly regaining our energy. Sleep almost overtakes me. But Ignis recovers, and he pulls me against his chest, nuzzling my temple.

“I love you.”

Pure giddiness keeps me alert enough to nod against him.

“I love you, too.”

And then, because the moment is calm and I’m happy and warm,

“Stay with me? The house needs more work, but with time...”

“...It can be a home,” he finishes.

Angling my body, I press my forehead against his.

“Exactly. So will you?”

Ignis hums and skims his claws down my back.

“Yes.”

I give him one last smile and let sleep pull me under.

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It takes finding a full-time job and three years. But with help from Mason, Mica, and Dad, we succeed and make Nana’s house our home. One that Dad is happy to visit in the future.

The repairs have been completed, new furniture has been moved in, and the den has been repurposed into a workspace for Ignis.

His glassblowing technique has improved by leaps and bounds since he first started. He now runs a modest shop in town and customers across the state pay top dollar for his handmade creations.

We haven’t touched much of the money. Not even to replace Nana’s old fireplace. Ignis wanted it to stay, to serve as a “humbling reminder”. And then there’s also the future to consider.

As I stand in the living room facing the fireplace, Ignis hugs me from behind and nuzzles my neck.

“My darling light,” he says.

I turn my head to kiss him and he rubs the slight swell of my stomach.

“Welcome home, Ignis. Welcome home.”

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Time & Duty

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They were camping some ways out from the capital, and it was late into the night – in fact, it was nearly three o’clock in the morning, and Ignis had long-since given up on falling asleep. The young Prompto had joined them on their little expedition, and whilst he was a little shy and uncertain, as yet, of Gladiolus and Ignis both, sometimes falling over himself in his attempts to impress… He was intelligent, to be certain, and he had obeyed orders in the field, asking questions about each of their weapons, about their tactics.

He was asleep now, sprawled under the stars with one arm wrapped loosely around his knapsack. Beside him, Noctis was asleep too, their legs loosely tangled together, but Noctis was sitting up, leaning back against one of the Chocobos from the palace stables, its wing over his chest, coaxing his highness’ head to rest on the bird’s neck. It was a good sign, too, that the Chocobo was so comfortable with Prompto. They were good judges of character, and Prompto and Noctis were comfortable with one another, too, even in sleep.

Noctis needed friends his own age.

Not for the first time, Ignis felt a small twinge of uncertainty, and he turned his head away from his charge, resting his chin against his own folded arms, settled upon his knees. It wasn’t a cold night, but the breeze had the slightest chill in it, and he was glad of his jacket as he looked out over the hills, over the sandy scapes that led out toward the tombs.

“Can’t sleep?”

Ignis looked up to Gladiolus, who had made his way over on surprisingly fleet and silent feet, standing a Ignis’ shoulder, and Ignis pushed his glasses up his nose.

“We aren’t all so adept at slumbering in the dirt as you are, Gladio,” Ignis murmured, and Gladiolus took a step forward, dropping hard onto his arse in the earth beside Ignis, his legs dangling from the edge of the small cliff. Ignis immediately felt the warmth of the other young man beside him – Gladiolus, easily twice Ignis’ size, broke the gentle draught of the breeze, and radiated a heat all of his own. “You can’t sleep either, I take it?”

“I woke up, and you weren’t there,” Gladio said, shrugging his shoulders. The muscles at his shoulder blades rippled thick and strong, and Ignis set his jaw, hyperaware of the weight of his tongue in his mouth, pressed against the back of his teeth, against his own palate. “Figured you’d answered the call of nature, but then I saw you sat out here, moping.”

“Moping,” Ignis repeated, mildly amused. “Is that what you think?”

“Why else would you be curled up in the foetal position?”

“Because it’s rather chilly, that’s all,” Ignis said, and Gladio laughed quietly, leaning in and dragging one ridiculously muscular arm about Ignis’ shoulder, dragging him close. “Oh, you aren’t chilly at all.”

“That’s ‘cause I’ve got meat on my bones,” Gladiolus rumbled, and Ignis chuckled, leaning into his chest and feeling the heated weight of Gladio’s arm on his shoulder, his fingers brushing against the side of Ignis’ neck before he drew his arm back. He didn’t put his hand back in his lap: instead, it settled flat in the dust behind Ignis’ lower back, so that Gladio’s wrist, his forearm, still brushed Ignis’ body, and Ignis exhaled silently. “What kind of chef is skinny, huh? Can’t trust that.”

“You weren’t saying that when you were eating the meal I cooked this evening,” Ignis pointed out.

“Well,” Gladio replied, “I was hungry then.”

Ignis’ lips twitched, and he looked out over the dark horizons once more.

“You thinking about the future?” Gladio asked. “This could be how it goes down, you know, when we take him off to get hitched.”

“He’s only sixteen,” Ignis said, not turning to look at Gladiolus’ expression, not sure what he’d see in the other man’s face. It all felt so entirely nebulous, and he hated how far in the future it was – negotiations were still in their planning stages, and all was so slow to develop, so unpredictable. And yet… With every day that went past, the future loomed yet higher overhead, threatening to drop in one fell swoop upon their heads. “He shall hardly be married to the Oracle tomorrow.”

“But he will be, one day,” Gladio said. His tone was gentle. “And that’s just the wedding – there’ll be other stuff, too, escorting him all around. When he’s king—”

“Do forgive me for asking,” Ignis whispered, “but from where precisely is this lecture coming from?”

There was a moment’s pause, and Ignis looked at Gladio’s face, at his expression. He was starting to grow in a beard, and it suited him, Ignis thought, wasn’t at all so patchy as Ignis’ would be, if he tried to grow one himself – Gods forbid. Gladio looked stricken, his lips parted, his eyes dark.

“Sorry,” he said finally. “Didn’t mean to lecture, I was just… I don’t know, Iggy. Guess I was thinking out loud more than anything else.”

“Oh,” Ignis said. “My apologies.” He floundered, grasping at the mental straws. “You were thinking about the future yourself, then?”

“A girl asked me if I’d ever think about asking her to marry me,” Gladio said, and Ignis felt himself stun, feeling his eyes widen. He stared at Gladio – they were each too young for that, weren’t they? But no: Ignis was only nineteen; Gladio was soon to turn to twenty-one. That was old enough to marry.

“I was just thinking,” Ignis said, “how much it feels like the future is hurtling toward us too fast. A marriage would rather speed that up, wouldn’t it? But Marjella, isn’t it, that’s the girl? You’ve been with her seven months now, Gladio, I—”

“I said no,” Gladio said, and Ignis felt his lips stop their movements, his tongue quietening in its bed. “She’s a nice girl. I like her. But… I don’t know. I guess I don’t think I could juggle being a husband and being devoted to Noct, I gotta… I’d need him to be stable first, I think. When he’s married, and once he’s king—”

“Gladio, that could be a decade hence,” Ignis said. “Two decades, even – his majesty is ailing, but he’s hardly in the clutches of complete frailty. He’s not on death’s door.”

“Duty comes first,” Gladiolus said. “Maybe later, I’ll find myself a lady, but not now, not soon. The throne comes first – Noctis, he comes first.” He said it like he was practising saying the words out loud, and Ignis watched him for a long moment before he touched Gladiolus’ wrist. The heat radiated from him, against Ignis’ palm, and Ignis squeezed gently before he withdrew his hand, settling it into his lap. “I hope I didn’t make you feel bad,” Gladiolus said, “if you were with a girl…”

“What?” Ignis asked, his body feeling abruptly like it had been doused in ice water, and he shook his head. ���No, no, I wasn’t… I wasn’t worried about that. Not at all.”

Gladiolus raised his eyebrows. “What, none of them catching your eye?”

“Marriage has never been one of my priorities,” Ignis murmured. “Like you, I would prefer to put duty first.”

“You can still be with girls, though,” Gladio said.

Ignis’ throat felt full and thick, his tongue clumsy, his head spinning. He suppressed a shiver as his stomach gave an abrupt and twisting lurch, making the ghost of a gag threaten to come up from the base of his throat. His fingers gripped slightly tighter at his own knees, dimpling the flesh through the fabric of his trousers.

“I don’t have time for that sort of thing,” Ignis said, his voice sounding slightly hoarse to his own ears.

“Right,” Gladio said, slowly. “I mean… If you ever wanted advice, I could give you some.”

“Advice,” Ignis repeated, not looking at Gladio. He thought about trying to lend voice to exactly what it was he wanted to say. It wasn’t that it was unheard of. Certainly, men were… But not in his majesty’s service: not in amongst the palace staff. There was still the implication of the sordid in it, still something inappropriate in it.

“Yeah,” Gladio said. “You know, about uh, catching somebody’s eye. Going in for the kiss. Going home together after a successful date.”

“You think I need such in-depth schooling for a subject matter I have no interest in?”

“Seems like the subject matter might have interest in you,” Gladiolus said. “You didn’t see Randal staring at your ass earlier?”

“The stable boy?” Ignis asked, feeling his heart skip a beat at the thought of it, of Randal’s skin-tight vest when he was working with the Chocobos, his arms so tightly coiled with strength when he drew on their reins… And then he realised precisely what Gladio had said. He coughed, running a hand through his hair, aware of the hot flush in his cheeks. “Oh. Well. No, no, as I said, I haven’t time—”

“Haven’t got time, or too scared?”

“What is it I have to be scared of?”

“I don’t know,” Gladio said. “You tell me.”

Ignis turned his head, and then he inhaled sharply, because Gladio was leaning in toward him, so close that Ignis’ nose almost brushed against his, their mouths so close together that Ignis had to stop himself from licking his lips – there’d be too much of a chance that his tongue would brush Gladio’s mouth as well as his own.

Gladiolus’ eyes were dark and shining in the dim light, lit by the orange glow from the fire veins below where they were sitting, and they were beautiful. Beautiful…

“Don’t have time?” Gladio asked.

“I could have a look at my schedule, I suppose,” Ignis said, trying to sound controlled, wry, and not breathless, not as if he was about to fall to pieces at any moment. Gladio laughed, soft and low, and when he leaned back, Ignis felt himself leaning to follow him, feeling the loss of Gladio’s body beside him, of his heat.

“We can talk this through tomorrow,” Gladio said. “Iggy… You need to sleep.”

“Indeed,” Ignis said, standing slowly to his feet. “Gladio—”

“In the morning,” Gladio said, smiling at him. It was a kind smile – a handsome smile.

“Was he really staring at my arse?”

“For the whole time we were there,” Gladio said. “I was amazed you didn’t notice. He wasn’t subtle.”

“Fascinating…”

“C’mon. Let’s hit the hay.”

Groggy, Ignis followed Gladio to where they’d set out their sleeping bags, and laid down beside him, his head against the plump pillow he’d brought out to support his neck in the field. Gladio’s sleeping bag was perhaps just a little closer to Ignis’ than it needed to be, and yet when one of his legs brushed against Ignis’, Ignis curled a little bit closer rather than drawing away.

It was easy to fall asleep this time, somehow.

Something to do with the rhythm of Gladio’s breathing beside him.