dom!felix enthusiasts, we rise 🙂↕️
cw. 9th member!reader, dom!felix, cockwarming, semi-public sex, name calling: slut, cocksleeve, pet names: angel wc. 950 minors dni.
you shouldn't be here.
not like this: straddling felix's lap in an empty practice room, his cock buried deep between your walls, the mirror reflecting your intertwined figures back at you.
the room smells of sweat and deodorant, a faint bass thumping through the walls from another group's practice. anyone could walk in. the door isn't even locked.
felix's arms are wrapped tight around your waist, holding you in place. his cock throbs hot and heavy inside you.
"don't move," he says, voice low against your ear. the easy lilt to his tone makes it sound sweet, a request, but his tight grip says otherwise. "just keep me warm for a bit, yeah? no one's gonna know."
your thighs tremble from the stretch, heat nestling low in your core. his cock twitches and you bite back a whimper. what if anyone finds you like this? what would the other members say when they discover you've been fooling around behind their backs?
"...felix…"
"shh." his hand slides up your spine, settling at the base of your neck. not applying any pressure. just holding you there, the mere weight of it making it impossible to move. "don't make a sound unless you want everyone out there to hear how bad you need my cock."
you try to avoid looking in the mirror but he tilts your chin with his thumb and forces your gaze to lock onto your reflection. you see yourself perched on his lap: your pretty little practice shorts bunched at your hips, his sweatpants dragged low and his shirt hiked up to expose a soft trail of hair leading down to where you're connected.
you look ruined already, sweaty and desperate, and he hasn't even moved.
felix's lips brush your jaw. "fuck, you look pathetic. clenching down on me like you never want me to leave. my greedy little slut."
a door slams. voices carry through the hallway past the practice room. you freeze, a mixture of shame and arousal burning in your chest, but felix doesn't flinch. instead, he rocks his hips just once. it's enough to make your breath hitch. then he stills again, his sweet smile curling against your skin.
"you're dripping all over me," he whispers, voice dropping even lower. "bet you'll leave a stain on my sweats. then everyone will know what we've been doing."
"stop," you plead, but it comes out too soft. too desperate.
"stop?" he chuckles. his fingers tighten at your nape, reminding you who's in control. "say that again while your pussy clenches around me like this. you don't want me to stop."
the sound of more voices echoes on the others side of the door. you bury your face in his shoulder, panic locking up your throat. the footsteps fade away and you let out a shaky breath.
"scared?" felix asks. his free hand slips down, presses against your belly where his cock stretches you. "or just turned on by the thought of getting caught like this?"
you whimper when he shifts his hand lower, fingers brushing your clit with deliberation. not enough to give relief: just the faintest touch of his calloused fingertips that makes your hips roll against him despite yourself.
"that's it, angel," felix grins. "stay still. let me make you cum on my cock without even moving."
you shake your head, shame heating your cheeks, but he pinches your clit between his fingers. his touch becomes crueler, teasing the swollen bud until your legs shake.
"lix, no, you'll… someone will hear —"
"no one will hear," felix interrupts, almost tender as he presses a kiss to your temple. his fingers draw steady circles on your clit. "not unless you want them to. not if you keep your pretty mouth shut while you soak my cock."
he pulls your chin again and your eyes flutter open. you hadn't realized they'd closed.
"look," felix's eyes find your frantic gaze in the mirror. his eyes are dark, pupils blown, and a pretty pink flush dusts his freckled cheeks. "look how well you take me. how wet you are for me. say it — tell me you love it."
you bite down on your lip, trying to hold back the words, but your pussy betrays you with every clench around him.
"lix — ahh, i… i love it."
his grin is all teeth and crinkled eyes, pleased with how you fall apart for him. "knew it." he presses harder on your clit, his cock throbbing and twitching inside you. "cum for me, angel. quiet, or they'll know."
his words push you over the edge, white-hot pleasure searing through your body. you shake in his lap, muffling your cries against his shoulder. your cunt flutters around him so tightly he groans.
"there she is, my beautiful girl. making a mess on my cock like the perfect little cocksleeve you are."
you slump against him, panting, and he strokes your hair while his fingers keep working you through your orgasm. his cock is still heavy inside you. twitching. waiting.
felix kisses your damp cheek. "don't think i'm done, angel. i'll keep you plugged until lunch break is over. maybe longer." he tilts your chin up to study your face. his free hand slips down to your ass, squeezing it, guiding the smallest grind of your hips against his. it's enough to make your sensitive clit brush the base of his cock, the head hitting that sweet spot deep inside, making you moan in surprise.
felix grins and swallows the noise with his mouth. then he lifts your hips with both hands, dragging you up and down his cock. his breath is hot against your lips, deep voice a hushed warning:
"and if you make another sound, angel? i'll fuck you against that mirror and make the whole building hear."
(First of all, I really want to point out the visual symbolism of the first part of the scene, where Gabriel -- a tall and imposing figure who usually address his son coldly with his hands behind his back -- actually sits down beside him, on Adrien’s level/line-of-sight when going to talk about Emilie. He’s literally leveling with Adrien, treating him with the sort of respect a father would give his son when discussing things of a more sensitive nature. It’s not until he’s angry that he stands up and imposes over Adrien again.)
The Stages of Grief - Where do Adrien and Gabriel stand?
The Five Stages of Grief seem like a cliche at this point when applying them to shows, but it’s really only because it’s a great psychological measure that its use is so common. There’s a spectrum that comes with people who are grieving, but you’ll find it’s a sliding scale between steps more often than not. Considering the level of devotion he's at with his wife (especially on the "anniversary" of her disappearance) and his temperamental nature, his reaction to Adrien’s Gabenath-approval was more of a defensive act on his part rather than outright ignorance.
Adrien has had a healthier progress along the stages of grief, and though he loves his mother, he's more than willing to see his father move on if he's happy. He’s emotionally healthy and an empath -- not only displayed with his father but later on, with Felix -- and although the end of the conversation ends on a sour note, he assures Plagg that he understands why his father acts the way he does.
Widow/ers who lose their partners typically have troubles moving on immediately, even after years have passed, because they feel like they're betraying the memory of their loved one or those around them. Gabriel's stuck far from recovery, and he has been for a year, because he thinks he can save his wife. He feels close enough to the goal that she's alive to him, and even entertaining moving on with Nathalie makes him feel as if he's having an affair or betraying her.
The Reaction - Unadulterated Devotion
Gabriel’s immediate reaction is indicative of his emotional position. He's surrounded by memories of Emilie everywhere (her sister, her family, the house, the painting, the sculpture, her actual body), that there's absolutely no feasible way he can just move on, at least to him. He’s nowhere close to acceptance, lingering between denial and anger to keep himself motivated to continue his quest for the Miraculous. He refuses any alternative that strays from his main mission of putting Emilie first at this point, lashing out when things get too present for him.
G: There’s something important I have to talk to you about. I think about telling you everyday, but I can never find the right words.
A: I think I already know, Father
G: But... how?
A: I’ve noticed how close you and Nathalie have become. If she can make you happy again, then as far as I’m concerned, she’s already part of our family
When Adrien offers his support -- and his belief that his father and Nathalie have been carrying on together -- it shocks Gabriel to the point where his immediate reaction has to be anger. He hasn’t allowed that to be a real possibility by not acknowledging it, so when confronted, the first thing he does is shell himself away. The open body language disappears as he gets up off the ground and angrily towers above Adrien.
G: How could you possibly think such a thing? Nobody could ever replace your mother! As long as she is still in our hearts, she lives on!
He’s not actually angry with Adrien and it isn’t a direct dismissal of Nathalie. It’s a stubborn defense against a perceived allegation of his own slipping loyalties to Emilie.
To us, it's obvious, because we're not in his shoes or his emotional state. Yes, Nathalie is the proper choice for his happiness, and if it’s gotten to the point in-universe where someone like Adrien can pick up on the emotional shift and connect it to Nathalie’s involvement in Gabriel’s life, there are positive changes that are happening in the house. Acceptance is easier said than done, though. When Gabriel lashes out, it’s his way of expressing that.
He holds an undying dedication to those he loves. To have it questioned not only grabs at his pride, but offends who he perceives himself as a character. To him, the ends justify the means no matter the cost. If his intentions are called into question, it undermines his goal of bringing his wife back and restoring the family.
There’s about 15+ years of history between Gabriel and Emilie. The ‘accusation’ of him moving on from her after a year -- especially if there's a chance to bring her back -- appalls him, and you see that in his reaction in Felix.
Gabenath - Felix serves as the bridge we were looking for
Gabriel and Nathalie’s blossoming relationship had never been anything spoken about in-universe, for good reason. On Gabriel’s part, all he could afford to go along with was the subtext that came along with caring for her, holding her. As long as things were never said, they never had to be acknowledged.
One of the more important things to come out of the conversation in the garden -- as riveting as a psychological analysis on a grieving widower is -- is Adrien’s verbalized encouragement of Gabriel moving on and finding happiness with Nathalie. It has far-reaching effects that are clear with hindsight of the three episodes that come after Felix chronologically. Adrien’s support for Gabenath cuts one of the few tethers Gabriel had anchored himself with when pursuing his goal for Emilie.
Ladybug was a huge development towards Gabriel’s path to skewed priorities. As an “ends justify means” man, watching him forfeit his best chance at the Miraculous twice in one episode in favor of going to Nathalie’s aid was a complete 180*. Loveater and Miracle Queen were both so full of Gabenath content ( ranging from unnecessary touches from both Hawkmoth and Mayura, embraces, sweet nothings, adoring gazes) that everyone sat and went, “Okay, when the hell did they hook up?”
Adrien’s idea of a good ending is seeing his father cope, come to terms with, and move on from the ever-present ghost that hangs over the Agreste manor, and begin a new stage of his life with Nathalie. There’s no doubt that because Adrien brought their developing emotional-affair into the light, Gabriel was forced to consider his son’s feelings and perceptions. Maybe the contact we’ve seen in the future comes partly out of the subconscious acknowledgement of Adrien’s approval. Maybe Gabriel can feel less guilty indulging in the more tender moments he and Nathalie share together.
After all, if Adrien is just as happy having Nathalie around to fill the space Emilie had left, what reason is there to bring her back?
To be fair to Felix, it’s a good hideout. The motel’s cheap enough that they probably won’t ask question, but not so much of a hole in the wall that it couldn’t be anything but a place to lie low. He assumes that in the rooms next to hers, it’s probably pretty likely that people are genuinely staying here, waiting for housing to be built so they can start their new lives- and receive hefty subsidies- on a rebuilding colony.
It’s easy to blame Hargrove. He was careless, to say the least, leaving information floating so close the operation without even one shell company between it and him. And, at least partially, that easily-placed blame is legitimate. But, more importantly. It’s the fault of the mercenaries. They’re not really command material, nor should one expected them to be, but the success of Hargrove’s real estate play was squarely set on their shoulders. Felix running, after being put under that undue pressure was fair, but was also the lion’s share of the reason for failure.
Hargrove was in jail, now, and ONI had made triple-sure to have their legion of AI, both smart and dumb, scour the former CEOs corporate and personal files to scrub all ties to the government. All that was left was to tie up loose ends. The mercenary had to go. It was convenient, though, the job. Felix had been revealed as part of Hargrove’s plot, and labeled well dangerous in the public eye. Shooting to kill during a no-knock raid was, for once, without any issue. And so, trundling through the lobby and out to suite 31, the SPARTAN squared up with the door, preparing to drive an armored boot into the door handle.
js something short n sweet... felix being the best boyfriend & taking good care of you <33
cw. period sex, oral (f), pet names: angel, baby, love wc. 900 minors dni.
cramps coil hot and tight in your tummy. your head hurts, and the soft blanket cocoon you've build around yourself on the bed isn't helping. neither are your favorite tv show or the bar of chocolate you wolfed down earlier.
felix slips into the room quietly, a soft smile on his lips and a tray balanced in his hands: a cup of steaming hot tea, a heating pad, and one of his delicious home-made brownies.
"hey, angel," he greets, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "thought you could use this."
you grumble and hug your knees tighter. not even the sugary scent of freshly baked brownie entices you.
felix chuckles and crawls up onto the bed beside you, his warm hand smoothing over your thigh.
"you don't have to talk," he says, voice gentle. "just let me take care of you, yeah?"
you don't resist when he slips underneath the blanket, massaging his thumbs into your tight calves, kneading your sore muscles until you melt back into the stack of pillows. his touch drifts higher, brushing careful circles on your lower belly, easing the waves of pain. your head tips back against the headboard with a soft thud.
"hurts there, doesn't it? don't worry, baby. i'll make it better."
he kisses your temple and coaxes you onto your back, tugging your shirt up to reveal your breasts. his tongue darts out to wet his lips but his touch stays gentle as his palms cup your soft flesh, thumbs brushing your stiffening nipples.
you whine when he leans down and sucks one into his mouth. his tongue circles the sensitive bud until the ache in your belly starts to blur into something more… needy. felix groans softly, fully focused on giving every inch of your chest enough attention.
"so sensitive, hm?" he kisses the space between your breasts. "let me spoil you."
his hand slips lower, sliding underneath the waistband of your panties. you press your legs together but he eases them open with gentle pressure.
"felix…" you protest, too embarrassed about the prospect of him touching you right now — of him seeing you like this, bloated and messy. you'd just changed your pad after you got out of the shower, but you doubt the sight will be pretty.
"i read something on reddit," felix starts, and now it's his turn to look flustered. despite his rosy cheeks he keeps his gaze on you. "someone said an orgasm can help relieve period cramps. he'd, um, helped… several women…"
you laugh, then wince at the sharp twinge of pain stabbing your belly. "you're reading about periods… on reddit?"
felix groans. "okay, that someone was jisung —" he sighs in exasperation when you burst out laughing again. "please, will you let me make you feel good? don't worry about the mess. i don't care."
he kisses your shoulder, teases the inside of your thigh with his fingers, and you feel your resolve crumble.
"fine," you mutter, not fully convinced — but felix is always honest about his feelings for you, and he does love to make you feel good. maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt.
felix carefully slides your panties down your legs and helps you lift your hips to put a towel down. his hands smooth over your skin while his low voice mutters sweet praises and slowly eases you into contentment, making sure you're comfortable. you sigh and let your body relax against the pillows.
two fingers spread your folds, and then, to your surprise, his warm mouth follows. you whimper when he sucks your clit into his mouth, the sharp cramps that had you curled up minutes ago dulling under the rush of pleasure.
"lix — oh fuck," you gasp, your fingers twisting into his blond hair.
felix hums against you, the vibrations shooting sparks up your core. he doesn't flinch at the taste of iron, doesn't slow down when his chin gets messy. he licks you open and moans around your clit, circling your hole with two fingers before gently sliding them inside.
they curl tenderly, massaging your walls in time with his mouth on your clit. your hips jerk up to meet his tongue, embarrassment long forgotten. spurred on by your actions felix adds a bit more pressure until your thighs start to shake and you're chanting his name.
"lix — i- i'm close —" you gasp and feel him smile against your slick skin, not slowing down until the cramps are drowned out by waves of pleasure. when he finally pulls back his lips and chin glisten in the light but he only grins, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
"there you go," he whispers, crawling up your body to lay down next to you. he wipes his face with the back of his hand before pressing his plush lips to yours. you still taste yourself, the faint mixture of copper and arousal, but he holds you close and kisses you like nothing else exists in this world.
"feel better?" he asks, brushing a thumb over your cheek.
you nod, still trembling. "i can't believe that bastard was right," you laugh shakily. "don't tell him i said that, though. it'll go to his head."
felix giggles and wraps you up in his arms, kissing your forehead. "don't worry, love. i'll be your painkiller anytime."
what do we think about the situation where jilix are mean and performing pussy job on you from the back and the front… kinda kissing tips…
i just wanna be sandwiched between them so bad
"c'mere," felix growls, pulling your face to his with a hand clasped behind your neck. your lips clash in a messy kiss — more teeth than tongue, his mouth swallowing your surprised gasp. his grip on your neck is possessive, almost too strong, jolting you forward and nearly crashing you into his chest.
behind you, jisung steadies your hips, stifling his own moans by biting down on felix's arm, your shoulder, any inch of bare skin he can reach. "f-fuck, i c-can't take it much longer..."
he leans back and watches felix's cock slip between your legs. the inside of your thighs are hot and slippery and jisung thinks he might explode on the spot when felix's velvety tip rubs against his own. he humps mindlessly against your ass, the sweet glide of your pussy and felix's veiny cock against his making him delirious with need. jisung has no idea how much time has passed since your bodies slotted together like this. fifteen minutes? an hour? four hours? with each passing second his brain shuts down further until there's nothing left but the urge to slip inside, to bend you over, to fuck you like you've been begging them to.
felix has started moaning again: low panting grunts quieted by your kiss. they're a shrill contrast to jisung's own high-pitched, whiny whimpers. he wishes he was the one swallowing your boyfriend's moans right now.
something in him snaps. he angles your hips and then, in one smooth motion, sinks his cock inside.
you cry into felix's mouth, taken aback by the sudden stretch — jisung's thick length forcing past your walls inch by inch, his hands keeping you in place as if you had anywhere to go with their bodies pressed flush against yours.
"'s too big," you falter and claw at felix's shoulders.
"is it now, baby?" he coos. "that's what you get for being such a fucking tease, walking around in those skimpy skirts whenever ji comes over."
then his hand is in your hair, pushing you down while jisung drags your body back to make space for felix. in doing so he buries himself impossibly deeper and you moan, tears pooling in the corners of your eye from felix's punishing grasp on your hair. he tugs at it for good measure, bending your neck back so he can shove his cock between your lips.
"c'mon, angel. show jisung what a good little slut you are."
