Felix

Chara Bio: Artist, puppy boy, disabled, 97.9847% gay sideblog! follows back from lavenderscarlet

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

[starry-eyed-baby]

Need somebody to sit me in their lap and grope me while I whine for them. For my mental health

[targetedoe]

[dollydive]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ─ give me your eyes .ᐟ

[crumblingveins]

[fawnys-blog]

[leneemusing]

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

feel free to edit pronouns as needed! content warning for some strong language,  threats and implied violence.

to each other:

❝  you’re mine. only mine.  ❞

❝  i’m all yours.  ❞

❝  mine.  ❞

❝  yours.  ❞

❝  we belong to each other.   ❞

❝  you belong to me.  ❞

❝  i belong to you.  only ever you.  ❞

❝  i just didn’t like the way they were looking at you.  like you weren’t mine.  ❞

❝  you know i’m yours,  right?  i only have eyes for you.  ❞

❝  no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me.  you’re it.  you’re all i want.  ❞

❝  i chose you.  and i need you to trust that my decision is final.  trust me.  ❞

❝  wait are you jealous?  ❞

❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

❝  i don’t like the way they keep staring at you.   ❞

❝  i don’t like how they keep staring at me.   ❞

❝  are they making you uncomfortable?  i can do something about it.  ❞

❝  no one should even get to look at you unless you want them to.  ❞

❝  stop—  it’s okay.  they’re not worth your anger.  just kiss me.  ❞

❝  stop saying i’m jealous.  i’m not—  i just.  i don’t like having to share. ❞

❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞

❝  well if i’m all yours then kiss me like it.  ❞

❝  show everyone who i belong to.  ❞

❝  i’m gonna remind them you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that you’re mine.  ❞

❝  i want everyone here to see that i’m yours.  ❞

❝  hey—  look at me.  why are you all upset?  ❞

❝  you can’t keep getting your feathers all ruffled when anyone else gives me attention.  ❞

❝  they don’t deserve you—  i don’t deserve you.  but at least i’m aware of it.  ❞

❝  i promise there’s no one else.  you have my heart completely.  ❞

❝  hey,  is this asshole bothering you?  ❞

❝  tell me you’re mine.  ❞

to a third party:

❝  get the fuck away from them!  ❞

❝  look at them like that again and you’ll won’t be seeing anything.  ❞

❝  don’t you dare touch them.  ❞

❝  yeah it’s time to walk the fuck away.  ❞

❝  you’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now.  ❞

❝  you heard them,  get lost.  ❞

❝  lucky for you,  i don’t wanna ruin their night.  but i see you sniffing around here again you might not be so fortunate.  ❞

❝  you wanna lose a limb?  beat it,  fucker.  ❞

❝  see,  i woulda left it alone.  but you made them fucking cry.  so now you’re gonna lose your eyes.  ❞

❝  hey,  they said ‘no.’  ❞

❝  hey asshole,  shut the fuck up or i’ll make you shut up.  ❞

❝  what did you just say to them,  you little shit?  ❞

❝  oh yeah.  now you’re all quiet.  not so bold when you’re not the toughest guy in the room,  huh?  ❞

❝  get lost.  ❞

❝  go.  ❞

❝  leave.  before my patience runs out.  ❞

❝  get the fuck outta their face.  ❞

❝  hey,  that’s enough.  ❞

actions:

[ CLAIM ]  for one muse to possessively place their hands on their shoulders or hips. 

[ HOLD ]  for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way. 

[ SHELTER ]  for one muse to lean into the other’s side or hug them to seek comfort from a crowd or individual while in public. 

[ STAKE ]  for one muse to protectively and/or possessively stand behind the other to intimidate a third party. 

[ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable. 

[ CHASE ]  for one muse to interrupt and make a third party leave the other alone out of jealousy/possessiveness. 

[ TENSION ]  for one muse to get in a fight on behalf of the other. 

[ STOP ]  for one muse to break up a fight which started because of them. 

[ MEND ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from protecting them. 

[ SCOLD ]  for one muse to treat the other’s wounds they got from fighting over them. 

[ CARESS ]  for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public.

[ TAKE ]  for one muse to passionately kiss the other,  fueled by jealousy. 

[ TAUNT ]  for one muse to flirt with a third party to try and get the other to act possessively. 

[ REMIND ]  for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to. 

[ EMBRACE ]  for one muse to dominate the other due to possessiveness/jealousy. 

[ LINKED ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public to stake claim. 

[ INTERTWINE ]  for one muse to hold the other’s hand in public in a comforting manner. 

[diewithasmile-e]

[sugarwithteeth]

— markwardo

[noahsresources]

ODDLY  SPECIFIC  SENSUAL  TOUCHES

happy sinday y’all! feel free to change any descriptors, combine prompts, and play with context if desired. spicier prompts towards the bottom. add +↻ for the reverse! ♡

[ grope ] — sender feels up receiver’s ass [ spank ] — sender spanks receiver [ trace ] — sender traces up receiver’s stomach/chest [ kiss ] — sender trails kisses down receiver’s chest and stomach [ hickey ] — sender gives receiver a hickey [ grab ] — sender feels up along receiver’s hips [ squeeze ] — sender feels up along receiver’s thighs [ slim ] — sender feels up along receiver’s sides [ gentle ] — sender sensually presses and traces along receiver’s back [ neck ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s neck [ nibble ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s collarbone [ massage ] — sender gives receiver a sensual back massage [ nibble ] — sender nibbles and licks against receiver’s breasts/nipples [ rub ] — sender teases and pinches at receiver’s breasts/nipples [ lick ] — sender nibbles and licks along receiver’s ear [ mouth ] — sender kisses down the back of receiver’s neck and spine [ feel ] — sender massages against receiver’s ass and the backs of their legs [ grind ] — sender grinds against a part of receiver’s body (specify where) [ strip ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s pants and underwear off [ pull ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s panties/boxers out of the way [ naked ] — sender fully strips receiver naked [ tease ] — sender teases receiver’s ass open [ open ] — sender teases receiver’s legs open [ tremble ] — sender teasingly traces along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ finger ] — sender fingers receiver [ tongue ] — sender licks along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals [ ass ] — sender licks and bites along receiver’s ass [ slick ] — sender licks along receiver’s anus [ smooch ] — our muses french kiss while naked

[il-mostrc]

Hannibal is used to praise. Even those who secretly envy him can’t help but mutter words of praise when it comes to his acts of display. He puts quite a lot of work into it; perfection is the only outcome. If he was humble about certain aspects, he certainly didn’t shy away from the appreciation of his art in this way. “It is always more gratifying when an artist recognizes the intention behind another’s work.” He gestures for him to take a seat, giving another one of his long casted smiles at the mention of sketching. It was partly the reason why Felix was brought to his house. “I don’t mind at all. If you need additional art tools, my collection is quite extensive.” The scalpel he uses to sharpen his graphite pencils wasn’t too far away. It never was.

The heart in the middle of the centerpiece was not made for consumption, merely to be an aesthetic piece to complement the rest of the courses. Springs of fresh thyme and edible gold leaf drift lazily through the chambers. “What is your choice drink?” He decides to start with the usual. While most of his peers followed his guidance when it came to taste, he was more courteous in asking when strangers came to his house.

He knows of the physical ailments that Felix has, at least what he could deduce without flat-out asking him. Hannibal was a doctor, after all, and his keen ears detected the aggravated joints even as he walked the short distance to the dining room. He wonders if Felix knows how visible his suffering is to anyone with the eyes to see it.

[bentbrushes]

Felix happily takes a seat, nestling his cane rather expertly against the chair back so as not to fall but be within easy access. "That's very generous!" From his pocket emerges a small two inch blue floral sketch book, a ludicrously fat pen with an even more ludicrous number of colors, and a small wheel of pastel highlighters. "I'm not surprised honestly, you come across as someone who enjoys illustration. Both to look at and create."

He does take a pause to think about his drink options. This is when he realizes he never informed his host of his allergies. "I'm not really particular as long as it's non-alcoholic. I tend to like sweet sparkling drinks, or even just plain San Pellegrino. It's the closest I've been able to get to the mouth feel of prosecco. And-" He looks a bit shy in the moment, "-I have celiac. I hope that won't affect your plan too much?"

Admittedly Felix is entirely unaware of how visible his disabilities are. He likes to think that, for the most part, he hides them pretty well. After all, until he had to use mobility aids regularly no one guessed he was ever in pain.

He's trying his best to behave, but the damn near itch in his fingers to create is winning out. Still paying attention to his host, Felix begins to draw. There are two things that fascinate him the most about the crystal heart. First, that the only open portion of the vase are the branches from the aorta and the vena cava. Watching as the dark liquid swirls against the closed off arteries, as if a human heart was set up to beat in perpetuity within itself, was intriguing. Second, as common with crystal, the whole thing seemed to almost glow. It was both a warm red and a soft white. The cabernet casting rosey shadows while the crystal's gleam stood atop the dark wine with the occasional golden shine breaking through.

It doesn't take long for an image to appear on the small page.

[kness]

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[il-mostrc]

If Hannibal was honest with himself, he could pinpoint loneliness quite easily amongst the crowd. In galleries, he could find it in the hollow eyes of a portrait subject staring out from gilded frames, in the twisted limbs of bronze figures frozen mid-gesture on marble pedestals. He had felt the sharp, cold pang of it before, though this was only after the epiphany that he occupied a category he had always denied; a man who sees all souls but remains unseen. There was a reason why psychiatrists had their own psychiatrists. There was a possibility of blindness within the observer, a dark spot in the center of vision. It was the very reason why Felix found himself an invitation. Hannibal could feel it from the creator’s work.

When the doorbell rang it didn’t take more than a few seconds for footsteps to be heard on the other side of the door, and soon, a welcoming smile as he gestured for him to step in. Perhaps Felix recognized this ‘rich person’ from his keen interest in his work that night. Hannibal lingered on the pieces that spoke to him. After all, it was his considerable fortune that would be delivered to worthy artists through his private grants.

“Felix, welcome. Thank you for accepting my invitation.” Hannibal said with his signature smile. The only decorations for the holiday were found in the dining room where he directed him. The table was a combination of a striking arrangement of deep red roses interspersed with black calla lilies, their centers like dark throats, symbolizing the inseparable dance of love and death. A crystal vase shaped like an anatomically correct heart, filled with dark, rich cabernet, was stationed in the middle of the spilling flowers. While linens in shades of crimson and black, edged with gold, were placed on the white plates.

“There have been some cancellations. I’m afraid it tends to scare some. The world today is unforgiving, I cannot not fault them if they do not find their courage.” A strange invitation if Hannibal had never confronted them before. Some were intrigued, others suspicious.

[bentbrushes]

Felix had always found himself to be amongst the curious, maybe even sometimes a little nosey, and took a chance at most opportunities. Even if the opportunity made him nervous enough to hold his breathe upon hearing footsteps; only to remember he needs to breathe just before the door opens. Much to his relief it was the man who had actually understood his work. He was horrible at remembering names and hadn't done his requisite asking three times to remember when they spoke at the exhibition.

"Thank you for inviting me!" He responds with a genuine smile as he steps over the threshold. As he follows Hannibal, Felix does his best to cover his grimace at the way his knee clicks. He's already regretting his decision to forgo his wheelchair.

However his pain is suddenly forgotten upon entering the dining room. He'd been unsure of what expectations to have but this certainly was not one of them. He gazed at the table in awe as he worked every piece of the scene before him into his memory. His mini sketchbook was burning a hole in his pocket (or maybe it was his joints screaming at him to sit down).

"Their loss, this is incredible!" Felix steps forward to admire the layout a little more closely. He's floored when he realizes the center piece was indeed crystal. "I -uh- Would it be rude if I asked to sketch? I always have a mini sketchbook with me and," he turns back to look at Hannibal "this is phenominal."

[lvlscodex]

@bentbrushes

"Wait - really?" Hallelujah stares at Felix, perplexed for a moment, and then slowly wanders off to the side where his suit is folded neatly. "You could have said so. I assumed this was a life drawing practice in which nudity was required." He chuckles a little, humored by the miscommunication, and slides back into his boxers, pants, and button up. "Is this good enough then? I suppose I should put my shoes back on too."

Even his feet have scars on them from when he was houseless as a child - time made them faint, but still ever present, and he's ultimately grateful for the to be clothed cop out. Hallelujah kicks back on his shoes and ties them tightly, glancing up with hazy maroon eyes that look a tad tired. "Do you even know why I did this, Felix?" There's a cheshire like smile creeping up on his face. "Truthfully, I enjoy the arts and watching you work would be entertaining - I will be watching you, by the way. Very closely."

[bentbrushes]

@outrankarma

Felix laughs as he finishes putting the covers in place on his wheelchair. He didn't want to get it covered in paint so he had made a series of fabric covers to protect it. The cover he was using today was a bright blue. "That's definitely my bad. I just need to practice painting people. Figure out where and why there's a disconnect in my brain somewhere."

Once Hallelujah has his shoes back on Felix is getting settled infront of his easel. The canvas isn't huge, just slightly larger than a notebook. There's a few others just like it stacked to the side with the intention that he might be going through a few in this session.

The question has Felix looking away from his preperations. Felix tenses seeing the way Hallelujah is smiling at him. It's the exact same smile he has before Amaline suddenly looses the ability to walk for a few hours. His words don't exactly help the mild apprehension. "You... You do realize telling me you're watching me-- telling me will change my behaviour. Like I won't be working as I normally would even if I tried."

[bentbrushes]

@il-mostrc starter: Lonely Hearts Club

Felix stared in confusion at his phone informing him to pick up his campus mail. Felix never got campus mail. Everything got sent to his appartment or PO Box. Upon retrieving said mail, Felix's expression went from perplexed to outright concern. The worker, a lovely middle aged woman that made it her job to memorize everyones names, had laughed at him.

"Oh don't look like that sweet heart. You're a senior yeah?" Felix nodded, chewing on one of his lip rings. "This is around the time students start getting big commission requests from the wealthy. Rich people are like that." She motions to the invitation he's holding as if it were a work of art itself. "They like to woo their artists into their first big job. Be known as the one that gave them their big break into stardom. And if I remember correctly your mid-year exhibition caused quite the controversy. Wouldn't expect anything less of someone interested in your work." Her smirk was downright salacious; which prompted a hasty goodbye and exit from a blushing Felix.

The mid year exhibition in question was a showcase of current seniors. Because this art school decided to torture it's students and have two final collections instead of one. Felix had made his first a series of paintings depicting how kink could be intimate and loving. It hadn't even been explict! The one he expected to be the least popular, a self portrait of sorts titled 'Self Love', of course got the most attention.

Felix wouldn't have minded it if the damn thing hadn't basically been a study in loneliness. Because he was painfully lonely and only a single person attending the event had picked up on it. Starting college late had ostracized him from his peers. An age gap of two years was alarmingly large when the elder was twenty. To add insult to injury his singular upperclassman friend (from a different university) all but vanished when she left for gradschool two years ago. Now at 24 he had no prospects, romantic or platonic.

Except now maybe he did? Felix was used to rich folks and their eccentricities but this felt different. Honestly it was the vagueness of the invitation is what put him off a little but who was he to judged? Free food was free food.

In the present Felix finds himself dressed in his nicest clothes and accessories. Which were admittedly dumpster dive finds from behind the mall that he had frantically tailored this morning and a black and gold drugstore cane he had removed the foam handle and replaced with leather. Checking his phone for the millionth time, seeing it read 7:25, he finally pulls himself together and knocks on the door.

[catsinbootz]

Truely in love with vintage leather daddy magazines, and again I wanted to play with Wulfs swagged out fit going a lot more leather daddy classic this time… but now let’s add TECHNOLOGY into the mix 😈

[bentbrushes]

Gun Oil Paint - Starter for @outrankarma

"Halle... You know you don't have to be nude for this right?" Felix looks up from where he collects his supplies to see Hallelujah already standing there with his shirt hanging open and suit jacket flung onto a nearby chair. "I'm just practicing so you can pose or dress in whatever way is most comfortable."

Not long ago Felix realized of all the things he's painted, he's never actually done a painting of a person. Plenty of drawings, illustrations, and the like but never something with his beloved oils. So he tried some small ones with reference photos and... well... they weren't his best work....

Okay they were leagues away from his best work. Something in his brain just wasn't connecting between paint and people. Felix, rather reluctantly, knew the solution to that was drawing from life. The idea of hiring a model was much too nerve wracking for him so he opted to ask his friends.

Honestly when Hallelujah volunteered himself Felix was shocked. He was expecting Hallelujah to volen-tell Amaline to model for him. Despite the surprise Felix wasn't going to say no to the chance to paint the massive man.