Can I request a love letter from older!Ignis (alternate verse therefore not blind) to female!reader? NSFW, of course! Flowers: CAMELLIA (PINK) - Longing, DILL - Lust, GERANIUM (IVY) - Your Hand for Next Dance, GUELDER ROSE - Winter, HEATHER (WHITE) - Protection, JASMINE (SPANISH) - Sensuality, NASTURTIUM - Conquest, Victory in Battle, WOLFBANE - Chivalry, Knight. Looking forward to see where you'll take this! Thank you so much, lovely! <3
A/N: Of course,my dear~. Thanks for waiting and your request~. ♥ (And this is the longestletter I’ve written soooo…thumbs up. XD)
Rating: NSFW
Y/N, my dearest flower,
The days, which so ungraciously turned to everlasting darkin these past ten years without our King, have been but a distant memory ofsorts. Honestly, I care to commemorate only the moments I’ve spent in yourenthralling embrace while awaiting his return. Like the corporeal vision thatyou are, I’ve remembered it all and taken each part of you to heart to where ifI merely close my eyes I can recall you to perfection at my weakest, frozen inunforgiving solitariness, and crippled at my worst with my side and breast coldwithout you twined in my embrace.
Those nights will soon come to a close as I set off on mynext adventure, waiting for our King of Light to bring back the breath of beingthat was sealed in a wretched hell of twilight for all these years; but, can Itruly say it was absolute? I cannot with you at my side, for each new passingof the hours that I drew breath you gave me a reason to wake again and standupon the foundation of hope that I once saw faulty and cracked as the everwinter’s thrall…
…I drew breath with your name on my lips…
Y/N…Even as I write it, my hands quiver in submission, mythroat dry as I form the very sensual name with my lips in this darkness thatis ebbed away only by your presence close by, and my legs tense in a need tofeel your form clothing and cradling mine in great care.
In all these years as I’ve aged and time has lain to restits mantel upon my form, I feel only younger and far more ambitious (one maysay) in the ever glowing and invigorating warmth of your smile, your amiable laughter,and the way your curious vision catches upon mine during our times together. Buta serving knight to his Lady of my narrative court, I wish to perform this lasttask with great respect not just to my brother King in my world, but to my Ladyas well. I bow to you in loving servitude—always—Y/N, and ask for the honor ofhaving you at my side.
You think my words of mere saccharine honey and that I wouldnever be so bold, but speak of it again in my person, and you will bear witnessto me upon one knee and bringing your hand to my lips to kiss as though you areof a higher authority than I in this realm I vividly make within my mind. Mytouch quivering in submission of yours, I would grasp your outstretched handwith both my own just to offer the strength I can in keeping my devotion honestand true, my forehead resting upon your perfection to let you witness that Iwill do anything should you name it.
Allow me but a moment to speak of my narrative fantasy with youas my Queen, Y/N:
My darling, dancing is hardly an oddity to me, and as you’vegraced me and taught me in the realms of the sensual dance I was foreign to, Iwish to be more outright and ask for another loving, erotic dance as such whenthe sun finally gives wake and halos upon your beauty and grace once more.
My own, personal adventure rests after the task at hand thatI soon depart for. A noble knight wishing to serve his Queen, I would risk itno matter the cost in having your lips of nobility upon mine that have beentaught to serve you—to speak only when spoken to or of matters of importance,to whisper hushed urgencies yet quieter beatings of the heart that no oneshould hear, and the warmth of my tongue that desperately wants more than toflick with the occasional departing of royal orders but to taste upon yourbreath, to drink in the sweet saliva that beckons me in my restless slumbers,and to make its mark upon parts of you a serving knight should be damned ofseeing.
Let my hands blooded by your wars I’ve fought graciously inyour name tend to more precious matters in removing your barrier of clothingthat even now scoffs at the idea of letting me know my place. Let yourbejeweled and elegant attire lay to waste as I behold something far moreexquisite in its dejection upon the floor at having you no longer and mockingme no more. Your bed is but a throne that you know best how to use, Lady Y/N.As experienced as I am, I can only claim so at your teachings, and I wish toshow you more…express what a divine piece of art you are as I inhale audibly atthe sight of you lying in wait for me, for no vision can surpass such beauty inmy mind.
Y/N…my Lady, my all, my light in the everlasting twilight…
Give me but a mere moment of selfishness to let my warmth seizeyou in ever loving wonderment as yours does my own, melting away the neglectand erasing the intrusive images that pound violently in my mind in regards tobattles I’ve won or nearly lost. Let my breath give rise to your rapidlybeating heart that I can feel upon my lips when they travel boldly from yoursto your neck, downward to your breast to encompass the sensitive skin with mylips that speak of your name in great regaling when not on such personal dutiesas this.
My arms will embrace you in a lustful yet loving manner…I,my Lady, must confess that I hardly feel the worth of being allowed to warm youas such let alone touch upon such a forbidden goddess the world gave thanks tobless me with. Should my hold feel near a vision, it is because of suchthoughts, but I will overcome what obstacles lay in my wake to let you know youare worth my absolute best in terms of this performance.
Let the sweet whispers of my words rouse you onward as Idrift from your breasts to the journey set before me in readying your preciousflower for my own loving want. My lips upon your inner thigh, the air from mylungs teasing and caressing the very spot as though drunk with the intoxicationyour blossom emanates in obvious want for my attention; I would drink in thesweet nectar that it produces at your vocal encouragement. The flat of mytongue teasing the dewed petals with mounting satisfaction, I would love forthy orders to be of a want for more and for me to dig deeper within the verytemple of nobility you would urge me towards.
Not just with my tongue alone, but with the very partof me that notes my ever throbbing want for our forbidden union. Your armsentangled upon my back as I urge myself deeper within you, letting the size ofmy love urge your own flower into a budding blossom of sweetly escortedconclusion, my mouth speaking your name again and again, forgetting the verytitle that separates us in rank as that all melts away in the rising heat ofour lustful dance. My thighs caressing and cradling yours upon each tender pushto where I feel myself completely sheathed within you—a part of you no man hasbeen allowed to give worship beyond me—before the very essence of me seeds yourtemple depths at your command.
Y/N, how I want more than just the loving fantasy to bedribbled down on paper for you to privately read at your assessment. I want itto take fruition as I take to my knees before you and beg for you to allow thisknight to tend to your womanhood in an ever loving manner yet again ascelebration…as thanks…for all the times we’ve shared together from twilight tosunrise.
Ignis can downplay his skills in pastry as much as he likes but there’s no doubt that a classic Opera Cake like this not only taken skills but a great deal of patience. The irony of him making a coffee flavored cake is not lost on him, but a man must play to his strengths and Ignis knows his caffeine. Chocolate is perhaps the worst medium to work with but stained sleeves aside, Ignis pipes “Lucis” in neat cursive across on each bar of cake.
“If I haven’t said enough already I want to thank you for coming this morning, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to be my photographer.” Ignis says taking the plates he needs for final presentation.
