#int: felix

[gracland]

♡ — closed starter for @sunliights

"you always did like playing hard to get."

[askfelix-neverland]

@stubborngods asked: “i was only gone for thirty seconds! (from rufio hehehe)”

SUNSHINE BOY INCOMING!! Pre-leader Felix save me. Save me pre-leader Felix, pre-leader Felix save meee!!

Felix was sitting on the ground, a shining grin on his face and his eyes twinkling as he giggled, unable to stop. He was covered in food. Something was smeared across his face and caked into his clothes, his hair a mess with what looked like maybe frosting. He was a mess, and he may have physically been one of the oldest and tallest here, but especially sprawled out on the ground he looked incredibly small and young. He was light as he jumped to his feet, teetering with the recklessness of someone who had not a care in the world and didn’t mind if he fell over again. “Rufio!” He cheered, throwing his arms wide. There was food everywhere, and the lost boys also in the area were equally covered, though no one smiled quite as wide as Felix- Nibs- as Nibs did.

He had brought a light to Neverland since arriving. He hadn’t been one of the first of the boys to arrive, but he was the most enthusiastic easily. He was terrible at combat, but he was a fantastic dancer, and he screamed the loudest when the boys hollered while they danced around the fire. His hands were made for painting, unless they were put to work on the lyre he’d brought to Neverland with him. He was happiest doing one of those things, and had a habit of ruining anything else he tried to do. He was too easily distracted and too enthusiastic. This food mess wasn’t the first disaster he’d been the center of by far.

It was hard to be mad at him though. His smile was contagious and he had a warm aura and a soothing touch.

Or he did usually at least. As his food caked hands reached for Rufio to pull him into a hug just to get him as messy as everyone else there, there was nothing but mischief in starry eyes of his.

[safesthavens]

A study on wanting - Lilith/Later and Felix/Nibs (Lilex) for @stubborngods

[poke-refresh]

@fairymint continued from here (x)

"More than likely it was Drayton. He's always leaving his half finished snacks all over the club room." Crossing her arms, she shakes her head in displeasure at the thought.

"It's just not right! It's like he expects everyone to clean up after him." Poor guy better hide because if not in a battle then Lacey is going to attack him with her scolding.

[heartsdefine]

@cragsnow — bg3 elspeth starter call / accepting!

        “Did you know you have a passenger?” Slowly, Elspeth reaches up, hand brushing one of his horns and coming away with an iridescent beetle cupped gently in her palm. “Salt skimmer,” she says. “You only ever see them on the coast, never in the city.” She turns to tip the insect from her hand onto a nearby bush, smiling. “He must've thought your jewelry was a friend.”

[msmelissalin]

FOR: @felixrodriguez EVENT: The Camp Out -- 2024. WHERE: Lounge Area. Day Three.

Benjamin had been sent to meet with Felix, as per her request and handed over the invite to a quiet, managed dinner. She'd known the boy had been skiddish about their meeting but she'd reassured him that while politicans had exquiste ways of twisting words, and use of double talk: they weren't all criminals. And as far as Melissa's findings had proven in the begining of his and Yvonne's reveal -- he seemed clean enough. She'd simply been doing her due diligence.

And with a clean name, came legitimate business which had always been a priority for Melissa. Especially when she'd been the clean front-facing woman for the Rutherford's -- for Andrew. So when she'd spotted him, momentarily alone, Melissa had done what she'd done for years, in social gatherings and events and made it across the room in record time.

Without an invite, she took to the sofa opposite and smiled.

"I never expected it'd be so difficult to get a meeting with someone." Especially those who bore the last name Lin. "But I'm ever-so looking forward to our business dinner."

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @felixrodriguez WHEN: September, 24. WHERE: Felix's office.

Benjamin had been running errands for Melissa from the moment she'd appointed him as her eyes and ears all those years ago (a lifetime, more so), and, undoubtedly, a role that was more grunt work than the thrills of luxury he often found himself in these days. Gone were the days of the streets, trying to shift as much product as possible with his own hands.

Back then, in those early days, Melissa had kept him in the dark, just a plain old messenger with no insight into the deals, or the fucking secrets.

Benjamin knew only one thing. He'd surely find out.

Over time, he carved out a place for himself in her inner circle. Now, some would say he was one of her most trusted, second only to Andrew, Jonathan, and Adrian. Respected by very few, feared by many for his connection to the wicked witch of Westminster, herself—he'd become the counterpart to the woman who was both his boss and his closest friend.

However, memories came flooding back as he found himself standing outside Felix Rodriguez’s office, an envelope in hand. Benjamin felt the familiar stir. Melissa was always making moves, and countermoves, ones that even he...after all this time...couldn't quite figure out. He often found himself trying to piece together the strategy, but honestly? Half the time it felt like a game he could never fully win at. This game was the one that was constantly shifting in ways that left even him in the dark half the time.

He trusted her, and that trust was enough.

Benjamin lifted his hand a moment later and rasped three knocks against the wood.

[despairs-memorial]

@fairymint continued from here (x)

While Sayaka had thought about an aquarium, she knew how much care fish needed.... perhaps a Marimo would be exactly what she needed.

"You're probably right about that... I'm rarely at home, so I'd be really worried about them not getting enough exercise or attention."

[felixisfruity]

i might simply die if i dont get some lemonade right now

[egotistival]

felix hated these things. galas that his parents threw in order to pretend to be the perfect couple, have the perfect image, and - above all - the perfect son. he had come from a long line of liars; he too was a liar. but he hated pretending to be someone he wasn't in order to appease the masses. he could think of a million things that he'd rather be doing, especially when his mother took his arm and all but dragged him over to speak to bridget. his eyes were on her dress, not exactly leering but close; at least she was pretty. his head hung low to speak with her, he was so much taller than her, and his mother had slunk off to go and chat up a nearby neighbor. "princess," he uttered in greeting, a kind of condescending nickname that he'd attached to her long ago. they majored in the same thing, they shared classes, they chatted - if you could call it that - at these galas, but never, not once, had felix referred to bridget by her name. "enjoying the evening?" he asked, though it was laughable that anyone could enjoy these stuffy get-togethers. @angelvings

[gracland]

closed starter for @lilacheavns / prompt linked in source muse: felix monroe ( harris dickinson. twenty eight. actor. )

"i made you coffee, just the way you like it." felix held the mug out for them to take, his voice steeped in lethargy as he had woken from his slumber a handful of minutes ago. turning the breville machine on and brewing a pot of coffee was his first order of business every morning. he needed caffeine the same way he needed air to breathe. "how'd you sleep?" he asked, taking a long and hearty sip of his cappuccino.

[askfelix-neverland]

@stubborngods asked: “i’m killing someone, hold please. (from later :))”

LILEX CONTENT ON THIS BLOG LETS GOOO

Felix was… not in the mood for this. He was in a particularly sour mood this morning, and he needed this scuffle to be over so they could all go back to camp and he could take a much needed break from watching the lost boys almost die. Again.

Not enough to help Later with the current pirate she was going up again, but enough to complain about it.

“Could you maybe kill a bit faster?” He was leaned against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest, the fingers on his arm tapping impatiently. He had brushed the others off as they tried to help her too. It looked like he was trying to get her killed to the newbies, but to anyone knew, it was so obvious that he simply trusted her abilities that much.

Felix wasn’t a kind person per se, not really. He wasn’t allowed to be. But he did have a soft spot for this group of rugrats he had been put in charge of… Later especially. If she was actually losing he’d have stepped in and then played it off like his impatience had gotten the better of him. In fact, if it has been anyone else, he would have already done something. But he knew she had it handled, and even more so, he knew that anyone who got close would just get in her way. Maybe except him. They had an in-sync way of fighting sometimes that was mesmerizing to watch. But he didn’t want to fight anymore; he’d had his fill for the day.

[safesthavens]

@stubborngods asked: ““Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?” (liam + felix)”

-

Nibs wasn’t one to hold back when the Boys got the chance to drink… or, he hadn’t been. Being in Neverland made him feel ancient sometimes. The stress was getting to him - and yet somehow he still managed to have fun while taking care of all of the kids who he worried about now.

Worrying about Sooner was one thing he was used to at least. It came with a certain ease. This wasn’t new, wasn’t scary, like it had once been. It was almost scripted at this point. Nibs was buzzed and Sooner… well. Nibs gently grabbed his wrists to stabilize him, laughter already in the back of his throat and a smile on his lips. “Just you.” He rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should stop for the night. Come on, I can get you into bed.” The words set it up as a suggestion but he’s already slinging Sooner’s arm around his shoulders and being the tallest Lost Boy has come in handy again because he pulls Sooner nearly off his feet as he hefts them up. That makes it easier to follow what he’s saying, at least.

[bbyquokka]

all's not what it seems

– looks are deceiving .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing | lee felix x fem bodied reader

genre | head cannon, fluff, smut – MDNI

cw | dom felix , sexual asphyxiation (choking) , oral (m & f rec) , throat/face fucking , marking , possessive felix (?) , breeding kink , cream pies, unprotected penetration (p in v)

words | 0.8k ~ (830)

notes | a little something for my moon @oshimee! happy birthday, beautiful! ilyyy 🥳🩷

m.list — tag list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

nerd felix who seems to be the stereotypical nerd, the nerd you read about in books and see in the movies.

nerd felix who is that stereotypical nerd. always dressed in plaid sweaters or button up shirts. big round glasses resting on his nose. hair slicked back.

nerd felix who is a nerd through and through. he loves his games of any kind. he would occasionally have DND nights at his place with a few of his other friends. maybe sometimes spending time online playing league of legends or overwatch. he'd spend hours painting his little DND or Warhammer figures if he isn't online.

nerd felix who seems shy and timid. he always whispers a small “hello” to you, paired with a nod of the head whilst clutching the strap of his backpack.

nerd felix who always blushes wherever he sees you or talks to you. he can't help it – you're just so beautiful to him!

nerd felix who found himself getting close to you due to finding out (more like over hearing) that you love to game. he plucked up the courage to ask for your ign and when you happily gave it to him, he swore his heart leaped out of his chest

nerd felix who spent all his time online with you. you'd spend hours and hours with each other, gaming until the AM. and if you weren't gaming, he would show you his hobbies. tell your stories about his many adventures with DND, show you his collection of figures he's either bought or painted.

nerd felix who got you into his hobbies. you came around one day, noticed he was painting his Warhammer figures and you wanted to give it a shot (it looked relaxing). before you knew it, it was well into the evening. you never expected to have fun painting small little figures, yet, here you are. time flies!

nerd felix who started to grow more and more fond of you, growing attached to you, who wanted to spend all his time with you. he'd happily ditch his friends for one league game (it wasn't just one game) he's a little (a lot) smitten for you!

nerd felix who finally confessed his feelings. his feelings have been building and building until he couldn't take it no more. he confessed over a game of DND. he was scared to death! it was make or break. he cried when you told him you also felt the same way. 

nerd felix who you assumed was vanilla but looks are deceiving. 

nerd felix who has a dom streak. who likes to be rough. who likes to watch you beg, plead and cry for him, because of him.

nerd felix who loves to wrap his hands around your throat and squeeze because the way you tighten around his cock and your eyes rolling to the back of your head makes his body feel euphoric. he likes power, he loves control even more and knowing that you are willing to let him control you in such ways makes him tingle.

nerd felix who loves loves loves to watch you gag on his cock. he loves it when your pretty face is stained with tears and drool. he loves it when you look up at him through your wet lashes, eyes holding nothing but intense desire. he looks hearing you struggle to take his length down your throat. he loves watching you squirm when he praises you.

nerd felix whose favourite thing to do to you is eat your pussy. he is a starved man when it comes to eating you out and he will have you anywhere at any time. he is an attentive man so he will take his time, making sure to apply just the right amount of pressure to your clit before licking between your folds and poking his tongue into your entrance. he loves it when you sit on his face. he wants you to crush his skull! he will force you to sit on his face, to sit pretty for him whilst his tongue delves into your wet cunt.

nerd felix who loves to mark you up. bites, hickey's, nail marks, he will do it all! he loves that sick, twisted feeling of satisfaction he gets when he sees you flaunting your marks to the public, watching your face turn pink when you try to explain yourself to your friends

nerd felix who is a million percent into breeding and cream pies! he looooves the thought of breeding you, of planting a baby inside of you. the thought of you walking around with a swollen stomach, carrying his child makes his cock throb. he loves flooding your hungry cunt with his semen, watching it trickle out of you before pushing his cock back inside you and thrusting his cum deep inside. he'd go for more than one round to ensure that you are nice and full of him and to ensure that you’ll get pregnant.

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content. degradation, power play, light choking, semi-public fingering, light coercion (entirely consensual), dirty talk, wet panties, messy fingers, brat taming, felix is a fucking menace in a silk shirt

⍣ ೋ notes: changed the color!! idk if im burning out already but i decided to switch it up a bit just to see if it would make it better. kinda missing the pink already.

🧾 FORMAL INVESTIGATION REPORT

Filed by: ERROR Subject: ERROR Staff Member Under Review: ERROR Guest Involved: ERROR

INT. SKZOTEL – CONFESSIONAL ROOM (A.K.A. MAINTENANCE CLOSET WITH A RING LIGHT)

[Camera clicks on.] Felix is already in frame, lounging sideways on a folding chair like he owns the place. His uniform is pristine, hat tilted a little too stylishly. In his hand, a crumpled guest complaint—folded once, then again, then probably kissed before he slipped it in his back pocket.

FELIX (grinning): "Okay, so technically... this was supposed to go to Aeryn."

He holds up the complaint letter between two fingers, like it's something precious. His grin widens.

FELIX: "But I may or may not check the internal submission box every morning before she gets in. You know—just to be helpful."

He leans in, eyes sparkling with mischief.

FELIX: "This one? Yeah, this one's about me. And look—before anyone starts pointing fingers, I was doing my job. I did help the guest with their luggage. I was polite, charming, responsible… bordering on adorable, honestly."

A beat. His smile turns wicked.

FELIX: "And maybe... just maybe I lingered. Just a little. But can you blame me?"

______________________________________________________________

You didn’t think he’d actually read it. The note was meant to be private. Filed. Forgotten. Handled discreetly.

But now?

That unmistakable voice cuts through the spa corridor, slow and molten, thick with a smugness that curls heat right between your legs.

“Room 630,” Felix drawls behind you, syrup-sweet and scathing. “Is that what they’re calling you?”

You stop like you’ve been caught—and you have. You know that voice. That accent, dipped in honey and sin.

You turn slowly, spine straight, face schooled, but your heart’s already thundering.

And there he is.

The bellboy.

Leaning against the hallway wall like it belongs to him. Button-down loose, too many buttons undone, collarbone sharp, pretty smirk even sharper.

Your complaint’s in his hand.

Your complaint.

The one you slipped into the concierge box with trembling fingers.

His eyes are on you like he’s reading your mind.

“Didn’t even sign it,” he tsks, folding the paper once, twice—stuffing it casually into his back pocket. “Didn’t use my name. That’s rude, babe. I gave you so much to work with.”

He takes a step forward, slow and deliberate. You take a step back, eyes flickering to his name tag.

“Felix—”

“Oh no,” he cuts you off smoothly, “you don’t get to say my name now. Not after this.”

Another step.

Your back hits the wall.

And suddenly he’s right there. Crowding your space. Shadowing you. Hand against the wall beside your head.

His breath ghosts along your jaw as he leans in, tilting his head just enough to speak right into your ear.

“You think tattling makes you innocent?” he whispers. “You wrote me up, baby. Like a brat who didn’t get what she wanted. Like a needy little bitch too scared to ask for it.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“But you did.”

His hand skims down your waist, hot and possessive, just the barest tease of touch.

“Don’t lie to me. You knew exactly what you were doing. All those soft little looks, letting me carry your bags, ringing that bell like you wanted me on my knees.”

You gasp as his fingers dip under your dress, the brush of his knuckles ghosting your thigh.

“What was it?” he murmurs, voice low and wicked. “Was I too slow? Not flirty enough? Or were you just pissed I didn’t bend you over the cart right then and there?”

Your breath hitches. He feels it. Smiles.

“God, you did want it,” he laughs, cruel and soft. “Didn’t even bother hiding it. Could’ve just said, ‘please fuck me, Felix.’ Would’ve made this so much easier.”

His fingers slip beneath your panties, and you choke on a moan.

“Shit,” he groans, forehead pressing to yours. “Already soaked. You liked writing me up, huh? Got yourself wet filing a formal complaint like a desperate little whore.”

Your cheeks burn. He eats it up.

“Say it,” he whispers. “Say you got off on it.”

You look away. He grabs your chin and forces you back to him.

“I said—say it.”

“I—got off on it,” you breathe. “Wanted your attention.”

He laughs—a wicked, delighted sound.

“There she is. My needy little mess.”

He pushes two fingers in deep, no warning—so fast and smooth you swear your knees might give. The stretch is sudden, perfect, and he knows it, groaning right against your ear as you choke on a moan.

You gasp, back arching, thighs trembling.

“Ohhh, yeah,” he groans. “Tight little cunt. All this for me?”

“Felix—someone could—”

“Let them. Shit—listen to that,” he pants, pulling his fingers back just slightly. The obscene slick, wet squelch echoes in the quiet hallway, and he laughs, low and filthy. “That’s you, baby. That’s how bad you want me.”

He curls them, finding your spot with practiced ease—pressing, teasing, dragging along that sweet bundle of nerves over and over until you’re clawing at his shirt, thighs trembling around his wrist.

“You write me up,” he hisses, fucking you with slow, deliberate pumps. “You tattle on me. But your cunt’s telling me the truth.”

His thumb drags up, just brushing your clit. Barely a touch—but it’s enough to make your hips jerk, to make your breath stutter out in a pathetic little gasp.

“There she is,” he growls. “There’s my needy little girl.”

His fingers start moving faster—deep and rough, the perfect rhythm that makes your mind go white. He’s relentless. Curling, thrusting, grinding his palm against your clit until you’re whining into his neck, hips grinding down like a slut in heat.

“You feel that?” he grits out. “Feel how tight you’re squeezing me? Like this hole’s been waiting for me.”

You whimper, trying to hold on, but he’s everywhere—his breath hot on your cheek, his fingers wrecking you, his voice in your ear like a brand you can’t shake.

“Gonna cum just from my hand, aren’t you?” he sneers, licking a stripe up your throat. “From getting finger-fucked in a hallway like the desperate little whore you are.”

Your whole body shudders.

He laughs again—meaner now.

“I can feel it,” he whispers, breathless. “You’re close. So fucking close. Gonna make a mess all over my hand, huh? You gonna ruin your cute little panties for me?”

You nod, too far gone for words, and he snarls—

“No.”

He rips his hand away like he’s punishing you—like you did something wrong—and your whole body screams from the loss, thighs clenching uselessly as the orgasm dies, denied and dragging like a blade.

You sob—a soft, broken sound—and he moans at the sound of it, gripping your jaw with his clean hand.

“Look at you,” he breathes, dragging his soaked fingers up between your legs and spreading them in front of your face. They glisten in the dim lighting—shiny, sticky, dripping.

“You see this mess? This fucking disaster of a cunt? All because I said your room number.”

And then he taps your cheek.

“Open.”

You do—so automatic, so eager it makes his pupils blow wide with satisfaction.

He pushes the fingers into your mouth, slow and deep. You moan around them, tongue greedy, sucking like it’s the only thing tethering you to the earth.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your mouth. “That’s what I thought.”

He pulls them out—slower now, watching the spit trail cling to your lips before snapping messily to his knuckles.

“You taste how much you wanted me?” he whispers, filthy and smug. “Next time you need attention, you don’t go crying to the concierge.”

He leans in, mouth a breath from yours.

You moan, shameless now, licking him clean like it’s what you were born for.

He leans in closer, mouth brushing your ear.

“You wanna cum?” he asks.

“Yes—please—”

He smirks. Leans down, lips hovering over yours.

“Beg.”

You hesitate. He wraps a hand around your throat—light, a tease of pressure, just enough to make you still.

“I said—beg.”

“Please, please,” you whisper. “Please make me cum.”

“Louder.”

“Please—fuck—please, I need it, need you—”

He grins. A slow, devastating thing.

“There we go,” he purrs. 

And then?

Then he tugs you into the nearest guest suite—unoccupied, unlocked, perfect. He bends you over the bed before the door even clicks shut.

His voice is the last thing you hear before your moans drown everything else out:

“You want to file another complaint?” he hisses in your ear. “Better make sure it’s legible with my cock down your throat.”

INT. SKZOTEL – CONFESSIONAL ROOM (A.K.A. MAINTENANCE CLOSET WITH A RING LIGHT) [Camera clicks back on.] Felix is back in the folding chair, this time looking a little less pristine. His hat’s missing, hair mussed. One button too many undone. His fingers glint faintly with something that’s definitely not ring light residue.

He licks the edge of his thumb, slow and casual, then flashes the camera a crooked grin.

FELIX (shrugging): “Guest's satisfied. That’s all that matters, right?”

He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out the now much more crumpled complaint, and fans himself with it.

FELIX (mock-innocent): “I’d file a report about it, but... turns out my hands were kinda full.”

He lifts his fingers to his lips again—tastes the air like he’s savoring a secret. 

FELIX (deadpan): “And if Aeryn asks why the formal complaint never made it to her desk...”

He leans in, voice low and conspiratorial.

FELIX: “Tell her I handled it.” [END OF RECORDING]

series taglist: @nightmarenyxx @miyaluvvsyou @jisuperboard @fackeraccount @silly250 @lov3rachan @lze325 @angel-writes-here @jesuisstay @lov3rachan @lze325 @scribblesnsketches05 @jesuisstay @slut4junho @wickedbutlovely @woozarts @pixie-felix

[connorsclark]

"I'm not nice," Connor assures him with a matter of fact evenness in her voice.

She was cordial, sure, and generally polite -- but no one would ever make the mistake of calling her warm or easy to approach.

"Sex in the pool? You kick them out. Possible drug deal? That's not any of your business. These are easy solves. But what the hell is going on on the top floor?"

@felix-kumara

"How was I supposed to know you were listening? If someone walked up to me and said that I probably would've just walked away. You're nicer than me." Felix huffed out a small laugh. "Well, given how nice and wealthy Aurora Bay is, I really wasn't expecting there to be a part of it that was kind of sketchy. I got a job at Palm Tree Inn thinking it'd be at least half as nice as Seascape but it's quite the opposite. So, what would you like to hear about first, the couple trying to have sex in the pool, the possible drug deal I'm pretending I didn't witness, or the many noise complaints I received about someone from the top floor?"

@connorsclark