The first rule of fandom is have fun. The second rule of fandom is find an enabler and become an enabler. Yes you should write that fic. What if it was even hornier? What if it was angstier? What if you wrote it just for me?
Just a little heads up this is what Felix’s hands look like…
They looks so soft but at the same time he could choke you pretty hard (but you didn’t hear that from me) also someone said he’d probably like to grope a lot just to feel warmth in his hands (you also didn’t hear this from me) but yeah I just love the look of Felix’s hands
Felix makes you ride his fingers (and also maybe he is some kind of fae prince who has you captive, idk idk)
Felix x gender neutral AFAB reader
300-word fic below the cut!
Your thighs straddling his hand, cunt soaking it to the wrist while he palms you. Three of his fingers disappear inside of you while he lovingly strokes your walls.
He’s not even thrusting hard at this point. He doesn’t have to. By now, every single touch makes your whole body shake. You can feel your orgasm circling you, like a shark in wait. You can feel it with every single slick drag of his fingers.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your sweat-slicked temple. “You’re not tired already?” he asks teasingly. He jabs his fingers deep inside to show you what you’re missing, and you moan helplessly as your cunt floods again. “You can work for it.”
Your thighs are already aching so hard, but he tastes like sweet moonlight when he kisses you, and your body aches for his touch even more than your muscles scream in protest. You need him.
And you can have him, if you just work a little harder. You draw yourself up on your knees once again, lifting yourself up with the shadow of a pained, muffled grunt. His fingers drag out of your sweetness again, and you groan as you drop yourself back down, letting them fill you and stretch you open once again.
“You’re so wet for me,” he teases, cupping your dripping cunt. There’s the wetness of your own slick smeared between your thighs, messy and sticky, and you almost sob when his thumb finds your clit to rub it with soft, teasing strokes.
He’s going to drive you mad.
“All this is for me?” he coos, even though he knows it is—you know it is.
But you sob and nod, embarrassed through to your core, and his lips curve in a smile.
your f/o actually told me they want you to go to sleep. yep, they told me you were staying up pretty late again so they want you to head to bed. they’re a little worried, you know?
they wanna be able to help you get to sleep. like holding you close, singing a lullaby, anything you need that’ll help you relax. they wouldn’t want your sleep schedule to get too bad, right? they believe in you and simply want what’s best.
My current plan to recover from my mental and emotional existence is to just go so deep into being insane that I'll come out sane on the other side. Being a chronic people pleaser plagued with impostor syndrome stretched me too thin, and that leash simply snapped and I am now a completely untethered, unapologetic vermin.
Fuck having impostor syndrome, if I'm not entitled to be here they should've barred the doors better. If I'm doing everything wrong because of imaginary rules that nobody told me about, that's their problem, you should have made your confusing system more idiot-proof.
I'm not here to please everyone and do everything right. I'm here to make bad art, chew on furniture, make people laugh, cook awful food and look at pretty landscapes, and piss off the people who don't want me to exist. If I have an unseen infinite debt somewhere that I can never pay back, I'm going to keep running that tab until I die. I'm alive purely because the universe is shit at pest control.
weird little brain tweak/reframing that helped me out. i Often find that advice that seemingly helps Everyone Else doesn’t make any sense to me, in ways that are hard to describe, and it can be really frustrating. but when i find a way to explain it to myself that finally seems to break through and make it click, it feels really good
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