notes: welcome to day three of kinktober! i was so excited to write this one because i missed my baby ikaris. as always, likes are appreciated, reblogs are recommended. happy kinking!
he was so pretty on all fours. he was so pretty with his ass in the air and his face pressed against the mattress. and he was so pretty for you on his back, gazing up into your eyes as you thrust into him, slow and deep. your hips bucked and rolled, pulling whimpers and moans from his lips. your hands held onto his hips, squeezing and massaging, soothing and caressing. his hands were wrapped around your wrists loosely, he just needed to hold on to something, anything, to remind him that this, and you, was real.
“Color?” you murmured, slowing your thrusts to give hima moment to collect his thoughts.
“Green,” he whispered, blinking a few times to bring your face into focus.
“Good boy,” you said, giving his hips a gentle squeeze. this was one of your favorite moments with him, being this intimate, having his trust like this. he was like no other man you’d ever been with, comfortable enough in his own skin to hand his pleasure over to you, but also so gentle where he didn’t know what he needed. until you came along. lost in your thoughts, you only caught his lips moving, but not what he said.
“what was that? speak up, baby,” you whispered.
“harder,” he whimpered, looking up at you with pleading eyes.
“yeah? you want it harder?” you teased, and he nodded, trying to buck his hips to get his point across. with a smile, you gave his hips another squeeze and began to pick up the pace, his pleasured cries filling the air between you. you leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, swallowing the delicious moans while his hands left your wrists to caress your arms. the sound of skin slapping skin replaced his wanton noises, and you could feel him clench around your strap.
“gonna cum for me, baby?” you mumbled against his lips. he mumbled a ‘yes’, and your hips snapped forward again and again. “cum for me.”
and he did. his hips spasmed as he came, ropes of cum painting his stomach and yours as he panted softly. you were still thrusting, lazy and slow, as he came down from his high. he was sensitive, but he didn’t want you to stop. but as you gazed down at him, you could see nothing but love in his eyes. being under you was the most distinct pleasure he’d ever had, and he knew it was right where he belonged.
pls sub!ikaris and reader having nicknames for him and basically torturing him until he's a good boy pls pls
i had so much fun writing this one. it's short, but it's nothing but sin. thanks for the request!
your good boy | sub!ikaris x reader
word count: 668
rating: 18+ ; minors do not interact. if i find out minors are interacting with my nsfw stuff, i will block them.
content: sub / dom dynamics, edging, pet names, slight dumbification, restraints, aftercare at the end
likes are always appreciated, and reblogs are recommended if you enjoyed! support your local fic writers <3
“Look at you, so pathetic like this. Practically drooling all over, and for what?”
You had your hand resting on his shaft, smirking as you watched him pull against his restraints. You’d swiped them from Phastos ages ago, just on the off chance your lover decided to betray you all again, but in recent weeks, you’d found a much better use for them.
“For you, all for you,” he panted, writhing as your thumb rubbed torturously slow circles over the tip of his length.
“That’s right, all for me. God, you’re so pretty like this, I could keep you like this forever. Would my pretty boy like that?” you purred. He let out a whimper, trying to buck his hips upward to gain a bit more friction against your hand. You’d had him on edge for at least an hour, curiosity getting the better of you as you wondered just how long the Eternal could last.
“I asked you a question, pretty boy. I expect an answer,” you said, squeezing his cock ever so slightly.
“Shit… Yes, could stay like this forever, just for you. Anything for you,” he rasped.
“That’s right. Because you’re just my little toy, with no thoughts, just here to be pretty and let me play with you however I want,” you whispered, watching as he nodded frantically. His cock strained in the air, and you watched with a smile, running your index finger down the shaft as he bucked his hips again.
“Please, please,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “please let me cum. Wanna be so good for you, wanna cum so bad.”
“Aw, poor baby boy wants to cum? Has he been good enough, though? That’s my question,” you hummed, running your hands up and down his thighs. You watched as he shivered under your touch, his eyes squeezed shut as he took a few deep breaths to center himself.
“I’ve been so good, please. Been your good boy all day, wanna be so good for you, please,” he begged, and you nodded, gently wrapping your hand around his cock as he sucked in a sharp breath.
“You have been my good boy, you’re always so good for me. And good boys get to cum,” you murmured, beginning to stroke his cock, smiling as he let out another whimper. Keeping your hand around his cock, you moved out from between his legs and moved up along the side of the bed, leaning down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. He groaned into your mouth, and you could feel his breath hitch as his hips bucked up once more.
“Come on, baby. Cum for me. You can do it,” you whispered against his lips, and with another whimper, he finally let go. Pleasured cries left his lips as his cock twitched, painting his own stomach and chest, along with your hand, with his release.
“Feels so good, thank you, thank you,” he moaned, tears welling in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks.
“Mhm, you’re okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” you reassured him, your clean hand reaching to run your fingers through his hair. You smiled as he leaned into your touch, and you pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Take a break?” he asked softly, and you nodded, leaning over to release his left wrist from the restraints, and then the right one.
“Of course, pretty boy. Let’s get you cleaned up first, okay?”
Once you’d cleaned up the last of his release from his body, taking extra care to be gentle of his over-sensitive skin, you opened your arms for him, allowing him to snuggle close to you with his head resting in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair and down his back, smiling as his breathing evened out and the rise and fall of his chest became rhythmic.
“That’s my good boy,” you praised, and the faintest of smiles crossed his lips.
below is my ikaris centric masterlist. this will be updated each time i post a new piece featuring ikaris, and will be linked in my pinned post on my blog if you ever lose it.
notes: welcome to day five! i'm seriously committed to this, we're going strong. so here's some more good old fashioned sub!ikaris being tied up. as wlways, likes are appreciated and reblogs are recommended. happy kinking!
he was unabashedly in his happy place. as you pulled the blue rope across his skin, you could see him visibly relax. it had been a long week, full of stress and exhaustion, but now, in your bed, he was in his happy place. his eyes fluttered shut as the rope ran across his chest, framing his pecs and making them more prominent. you pulled the rope over his arms, knotting it gently and then caressing him, leaning down to kiss along his skin, up to his face, and to his lips.
“how are you feeling?” you asked, stroking his hair.
“amazing,” he replied, looking up at you, his eyes shining.
“good, that’s what i was hoping for,” you whispered. you grabbed more of the rope and began to tie it around his legs, delicate and intricate knots decorating his skin once more. you gave his thighs a squeeze and he chuckled, glancing down at you before letting his head fall back onto the pillow.
“d’you like the color?” you teased, and he laughed softly.
“i do. could have used a bit of gold though,” he said, and you laughed as well.
“i’ll make sure to get some for next time. anything for my beautiful little sub,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. he did his best to lean into your touch, and you smiled. leaning down, you kissed his forehead, and then his cheek.
“do you want some water?” you asked, and he shook his head.
“no no, i’m fine. just decompressing,” he said, and you nodded. so you sat on the edge of the bed and began to run your fingers through his hair, all while he closed his eyes and hummed softly. this was his happy place, in your ropes, in your bed, in your life.
hear me out. ikaris and praise but also make it degrading.
i mean like saying “look at that pretty face” in the most condescending way possible. Also “baby” but make it derogatory. pls i hope you get what i mean😭
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saying 'look at that pretty face' as he's gagged and tied down, sweat mixed with pleasured tears as you bring him to the edge once more and he's begging you with muffled sound to let him cum, but he just looks so pretty like that that you just can't bear to lose it.
'such a poor little baby,' you coo as he whines for you, bucking his hips once your hand leaves his aching cock. 'he needs me to do everything for him, doesn't he?'
and he nods frantically, blue eyes wide in desperation and with need.
“shh. there’s people in the other room.” with ikaris please i beg
prompt from this list.
❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜
you had him beneath you, on his knees with his chest pressed against the mattress. his back was arched so beautifully, his hair, as well as his skin, was damp with sweat. your hands had a firm grip on his hips as you slammed into him, your strap churning his insides just the way he liked it.
you watched as his hands curled and uncurled in the sheets, and you reveled in the fact that he was a pathetic moaning mess underneath you. you closed your eyes as he began to pant, moving his hips with your to fuck himself back against you, and you rolled your hips in response.
he let out a guttural moan, and you let go of his hip, leaning forward to press your chest against his back while your free hand went to cover his mouth.
"shh, there's people in the other room," you cooed, your hips slamming into his again as he moaned and whimpered behind your hand. "don't want them hearing how good mommy fucks you, not tonight anyways."
he let out a muffled sound in agreement, and you dropped your hand, smirking as you let the notion that this big, powerful, immortal man was yours, you were in control, and he would do anything you asked of him.
ohhhhhh yes. and im picturing that video on twitter —
you've got him tied down, spread eagle so he can't close his legs and squirm away, and you're straddling him with your back to him so he can't see you, but you can hear him just fine.
you start out teasing his tip, using your thumb to rub circles over as he tries to buck his hips upward. you stroke him slowly, delighting in his whimpers and moans, but also him begging you not to stop. it gets even worse for him when you bend down to take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip once more, and you can feel him try to buck up into your mouth, but he just can't.
and he loves it so much. he loves giving you control of his orgasms, he loves being at your mercy. because when you do finally give him release, he knows he's made you happy, he's made you proud, and he knows he's been good for you.
“ i’m going to ruin you” with Ikaris, please and thank u🙏🏼
prompt from this list.
prompt: ❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜
it was always nice getting back together with the other eternals. sersi and dane had decided to throw a little cocktail party on a saturday night, and ikaris was undoubtedly worried about seeing the others again. he always was, no matter what.
the failure of the emergence had been almost a year ago, and he'd done a lot of work to earn the forgiveness of his family, but that didn't stop his nerves from jumping out when faced with the people he hurt the most. but having you there, holding his hand and staying by his side, was more comforting than anything he could have imagined.
as you two got ready, you could see him fumbling with the cuffs of his sleeves in your vanity mirror. you set down the tube of lipstick you'd been using and put the cap on, pressing your lips together briefly before walking over to him.
"you can relax, it's okay," you said, taking one of his hands with both of yours, using one to hold his wrist while the other fixed the cuff.
"i can't help it. you of all people know that," he sighed, watching your hands with a sheepish smile.
"mhm, but i of all people also know that you've been doing such a great job, keeping all of your promises and being a good boy," the last part of your sentence came out as a whisper, and you smirked as you felt him go rigid for just a moment.
"well, good boys get rewards, don't they?" he asked softly, holding out his other wrist for you to fix the cuff on.
"mhm, they do. so here's the plan: we go out tonight, we enjoy the others' company, we laugh, drink, be merry, and then when we come home tonight, i'm going to ruin you," you purred, letting go of his other wrist to pull him in by the collar for a kiss. when you pulled back, the plum of your lipstick was on his lips, and he looked at you in a daze, a subby little daze.
"make sure to wipe that off of your lips before we go, okay baby boy?. there'll be plenty more of it on you later."
