“Just fucking feed.” You shout at the baby in your arms who refuses to suckle anymore. Your breasts had become so overfilled lately, it was painful, and the damned baby refused to feed more than a little here and there, leaving you frustrated and in pain.
Felix quickly steps up to where you were sitting on the bed and takes the baby away from you, a look of concern on his face as if he’s worried you’ll hurt the baby which is fucking rich coming from him.
Swinging the girl in his arms, he tries to lull her to sleep. “Calm down, noona.”
Anger surges up inside you at his words, and you whisper at him harshly, careful to keep your voice down so the damned child would go to sleep. “Calm down? Why don’t you try having breasts fucking bursting with milk that that stupid baby won’t drink, huh? But I guess I shouldn’t expect any sympathy from you. You did this to me!”
You notice his face flush and he turns away from you, putting the baby in her bassinet, and you think he’s embarrassed for being called out. Boy, were you wrong. You shouldn’t have assumed that he has any shame.
Felix comes over to join you in the bed, getting on top of you and pushing you so you’d lie down on your back then he lifts your shirt up. You let him do what he wants, by now having learned that it’s better not to resist. He cups your breasts gently, moving and pressing on them experimentally until some milk seeps out of your nipples. He gasps when he sees the white liquid, mouth opening and eyes becoming half-lidded.
“Felix?” You ask, sure you were imagining things. But then he bends down and laps up the milk with his tongue. “Felix, what are you doing?!”
He looks up at you from over your chest, eyes completely hazy now. “Let me take the pain away, noona.”
“Wha--” Your question gets cut off as Felix latches onto one of your nipples and sucks, drawing the milk out of your breast. You squirm under him but he holds you tight, not letting you pull away, and soon, you begin to feel a little relief, the breast he is sucking on not quite so painfully overfilled anymore. And a little later, it’s not just relief you feel, but arousal.
It’s been a long time since Felix touched you. First you were getting too big and it was becoming painful and you had persuaded him that it could harm the baby, and after you’d given birth the doctor recommended that you not have sex for six weeks, a piece of advice you clung to and greatly welcomed.
But to your surprise and mortification, the deprivation wasn’t just getting to Felix but to you too. Especially that he would jerk himself off almost every night, right in front of you as he got off to the sight of your round belly and your swollen breasts, moaning and whimpering about how he can’t wait to fuck you again, for you to fuck him again.
You couldn’t admit to him that you were feeling needy too. Neither could you touch yourself discreetly because he was always with you. So now, with the first contact in months, you can’t help getting wet.
Felix seemed to be enjoying it a lot too as you feel his hips start to move against your thigh as he lets out little groans of appreciation between pulling and sucking on your nipple.
You’re the one to push him to the other breast, needing it to be milked too so it would stop hurting and Felix gladly obliges, suckling on it eagerly as he humps your leg.
Tangling your hand in his messy hair, you make him look at you. “Fucking pervert. Are you getting off on this?”
Your glistening nipple falls out of his mouth as he moans and bucks his hips particularly hard against you, happy you’re finally giving him attention. “I’m just trying to help, noona.” He whimpers, pulling back slightly and squeezing your breast, groaning as more milk leaks out. “I did this to you.” He repeats your earlier words but it comes out as more of prideful and awed proclamation than a guilty one. He loves that he made you this way.
“I want to keep you like this forever.” Pulling back, he spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side. “I should knock you up again.”
Alarmed, you slap him, “No!”
You immediately realize your mistake and flinch back, preparing for his retaliation, but to your surprise he just whimpers and stares at you expectantly. Quickly gathering your wits, you understand what is happening. He wants you to take control. He’s been craving it for months, but he just wasn’t confident in giving you back control yet. But now that the baby is born, he must feel so much more secure.
To test your theory, you slap him again on the same cheek. “Bad boy!”
“Mommy…” Felix whimpers, trying to get closer to you again, the new title he'd given you since your pregnancy lewd on his tongue. “Fuck me, mommy.”
“You think I’ll let your dick anywhere near me after all you did to me?”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure we’d be together. I love you.”
"Shut up, you selfish slut." You pull him up by his hair until he's straddling just below your chest. Grabbing his dick, you start pumping it. "The only thing you care about is getting your rocks off. You don't care about me."
"I care! I love you!" He bucks into your hold, mouth falling open. "Just needed you to see."
You let go of his dick and he whines at the loss and thrusts into the empty air, his dick almost touching your face. You slap his dick and he winces and stops moving.
"Since you like my tits so much, why don't you fuck them?" You tell him, holding your breasts together. "Wanna fuck mommy's tits, dirty boy?"
He nods eagerly and pushes his dick between your breasts. He tries to hold onto them to steady himself but you smack his hands away. "Hands behind your back, slut."
He obeys, and although he finds it difficult to stabilize himself, he does his best, thrusting his dick between your breasts. He’s fractic about it, the deprivation getting to his head and the sight of his dick disappearing between your tits pushing him to the edge fast.
“You like it, baby?”
“Yes, mommy. Thank you.” He cries, his thrusts getting sloppy, and you know he’s close. But just before he can cum, you let your breasts go and grab the base of his dick tightly, cutting off his orgasm.
He whines loudly and tries to thrust into your closed fist but your grip is way too tight. "Mommy, don't tease please. It's been too long."
“I’ll do what I fucking please. You’re mine, aren’t you?” You say ominously, reminding him of his promise to you before your pregnancy.
He lets out little sobs as the high leaves his body, but he doesn’t protest anymore. “Yes, mommy. All yours.”
When he calms down, you order him to fuck your tits again. And once again, you staunch off his orgasm right before he explodes. Then you wait until he’s away from the edge and repeat the whole process over and over again until he's shaking and crying above you.
“M-mommy---ahhh----p-please let me c-cum. Mommy, please!” Tears stream down his face as he struggles to stay seated over you even though you’ve let him use his hands to anchor himself by now.
“Wanna cum, baby?” You murmur, lightly tracing your thumb over his wet, red dick.
He nods his head violently. “Please, please, please.”
You grab one of your breasts with your free hand and rub the nipple over his weeping slit. Felix takes in a sharp breath as he watches you rub your engorged nipple against the head of his dick. Smirking up at him, you squeeze your breast a little, letting some of the milk leak drip down his cock.
"Fuck!" Felix shouts, cum dribbling out of his dick like your milk. He thrusts against your breast but your grip on his cock doesn’t really allow him to get much stimulation, and he starts wailing, frustrated out of his mind from the maddening pleasure that was enough to make him cum but not enough to give him the satisfaction he craved.
His cries wake up the baby, but he barely notices, tearfully begging you to give him a proper orgasm. “Please... stroke my dick, noona---ngh---just o-once or twice. Ah---T-that’s all I need. P-please.”
But you just push him off, wiping your hands on the sheets. "You already came. You're not cumming again today and certainly not in mommy's pussy."
“But m-mommy--” He tries to cling onto you but you push him away resolutely. “Go put the baby to sleep. You woke her up.”
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When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.
“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.
"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."
"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"
You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."
He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"
“No felix--”
"I told you to behave, you little slut." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”
“I’m sorry.”
"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver before breaking away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."
You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."
"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He chuckles at your tears, “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”
Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command.
“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.”
You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”
He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't hit on other men's wives again."
You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth.
You try to get just a little bit of his dick to suck on but as you pull up he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible, knowing he’ll keep you there.
And he does. Through the whole mean, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.
Soon, you jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.
He uses you like a fleshlight, keeping you nose deep in his crotch while he eats. Your hand rises to your face to wipe your chin, but Felix is quick to hold your arms behind your back. “ Don’t try to clean up. I want you just like you are, my pretty little slut.”
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"Please, please." Felix sobs as his arms struggle against his bindings. He feels like he's going to burst and you're not even fucking him. No, you're fucking the dildo you had strapped to his waist while his own dick lays suffocated in its cage.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut. You're ruining my mood." You lie through your teeth as if the sight of your husband, your captor, lying helpless and broken under you doesn't give you endless pleasure.
Felix is a mess. He's been trapped in his cage for two weeks, not allowed to relieve his urges by breeding you like he's used to. It's driving him even more crazy that you're not even using his cock but a plastic toy. It hurts him more than not being able to cum.
"Don't you like my cock, mommy? Doesn't it feel nice when I stuff your pretty hole?" He sniffles, working himself into a frenzy. "Use me, mommy, please!"
"I said sh--" Your retort is interrupted by a knock on the door and you still immediately, knowing that it could only be one person, your daughter.
Straining your ears to hear through Felix's heavy pants and cries, you pick up on her voice. "Mommy?"
You immediately get off Felix who whines, probably not even realizing that his daughter is outside with how delirious he is. "No, don't go. Fuck me, mommy."
Thinking quick, you grab your discarded panties and stuff them in his mouth, shutting him up. You then quickly cover his body with the blanket and put on your nightgown. Walking to the door, you crack it open just a bit. "What is it, princess?"
"I heard daddy crying." The little girl tries to barge into the room, looking to find her beloved father but you stand in her way.
"He's fine, sweetheart. Mommy is taking care of him." You say gently, trying to reassure her but her frown only deepens.
"I wanna see daddy." The girl insists, giving you a distrusting look and you feel your anger well up again and burn ten times hotter. Of course. It's all about daddy. He has warped her mind just like he'd warped yours before and she loves only him. She trusts only him.
"Go back to bed, daddy is fine." You grit out.
"But--"
You slam the door in her face and turn towards your still whimpering husband, vowing to really make him hurt for what he did.
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hm this is dumb but after the previous punishment he decided to lock oc up in their basement or sumn for days and their daughter began to miss her....?? jfjdhfhd idk nvm😭😭😭😭
Tucking the girl into bed, Felix proceeds to pull out the story of Peter Pan, his daughter’s favorite bedtime story. But before he can start reading the story, his girl’s small voice interrupts him.
“Where is mommy?” She mumbles, drawing the blanket up to her face. “
Felix closes the book again. “She’s in the basement taking some time out. You know how she gets.”
Felix had convinced his daughter that her mother doesn’t love her very much, that she never wanted to have her in the first place, and that she frequently goes down to the basement so she take some time away from her.
That, of course, is not true. Her mother loves her so very much. She’s the only reason she doesn’t try to run away from Felix, because she’s worried he will hurt her little girl if she does. And the only reason why she’s in the basement is because Felix locked her there as a punishment. This time for what his delusional mind convinced him was her flirting with the barista at the donut store.
But her girl doesn’t know any of this. Her father had deceived her so thoroughly that she really believed her mother really didn’t love her. Still, she was her mum and she missed her.
“I know, but I miss her. Wouldn’t a bedtime story help her relax?” The girl pouts sadly, “I won’t even say anything. I’ll sit there quietly and not bother her.”
Felix sighs and pats the kid’s head. “Alright, I’ll ask her.”
She smiles hopefully, “Thank you, daddy.”
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You hear your child’s voice through the recording Felix plays for you. You hear her ask for you and you hear his horrible lies. It breaks you apart.
“Stop this, please.” You sob, clutching onto his hands. “She’s my daughter. How can you poison her mind against me like this?”
“I wouldn’t have to if you’d just behave.” He cups your face in both of his hands. “Be good and I’ll give you everything you ever want. Love me and I’ll let her love you.”
Bile rises up in your throat and you tear his hands away. “You can't keep doing this! I'm gonna tell her everything." You walk quickly to the door of the basement, telling your daughter how much you love her the only thing on your mind. You don’t get far. A hand coils in your hair and pulls sharply at your scalp, making you stumble back into the arms of your husband.
His tone is not gentle anymore but sharp as the nails he digs into your cheeks.
He gets scary, grabbing you by the jaw. “That child is a privilege not a right. I gave her to you as a present and I can take her away."
Something about the way he said that makes you believe that he means more than just physically separating the two of you. You can see it plainly in his eyes. He doesn’t care for that child. He's only using her to control you.
"Now, are you gonna be good?"
Tears gush down your face. You feel sorry for your child and for yourself. But the only way you can save the both of you is to obey.
”Good girl.” His voice turns sweet again, and his grip on your face loosens to just a touch as he leans down to give you a chaste kiss. “I’ll show you how good I can be to you if you’d only behave.”
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He brought her into your bedroom, something he had never allowed before, and you eagerly tuck yourself against his body so you can get closer to your child on the other side.
“Thank you for coming, mommy.” The girl says and it’s all you can do not to break down and scoop her into your arms, exclaiming how much you love her and how you’d never leave her side if you could. But you can’t so you just hold her hand as you lay your head down on Felix’s chest, hoping she can feel your love through your skin.
He begins reading the story, voice low and raspy. You could feel the vibrations rise up from his chest like a cat purring. They, along with the warmth cycling through the three of you quickly lulls you into a drowsy state.
This felt nice. It felt good.
And a small voice in your head told you you could have this more, all the time maybe, if you’d just do as he says and don’t upset him. You lift your heavy eyelids to look up at him. He pauses when your eyes meet and he smiles at you, a sweet gentle smile before continuing.
“Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.”
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lix taking care of oc is 🥺🥺🥺🥺 it’s been a month and i still can’t get over the way he gets her a glass of water and cleans her up in iyym. that scene lives in my head rent free.
Felix doing the bare minimum after choking oc with his dick:
If I had to put accepting the bare minimum from felix into some sort of analysis for myself. (in fiction, of course, I am beyond rational in real life)
I would say that lix's love is unquestionable. Toxic, yes sure. But that is beside the point.
Affirmation, affection, being a priority, having someone be protective over me, gets flustered at any flirtatious thing I do, all for the price of not making him jealous? Living by his rules? A good exchange.
I feel like I lived my entire life on thin ice anyway. Always on the verge of punishment. Always one word away from sever consequences. But I never got any love in exchange.
Also taking on big responsibilities and having to make sacrifices since I was a child has me melting over the idea of someone taking care of me. All I would have to do is be obedient. The idea of just having to be a braindead lover is very appealing to me.
The relationship with lix is way less complicated than any I have in real life with the people around me, as weird as it sounds. It's very straightforward, barely any loopholes. If oc sees him as a priority, she is rewarded by the sweetest boy ever at her disposal. But if she didn't, if she disobeyed him or acted out, he is even more determined to show his love. He isn't lying about it. He'll never stop loving her.
There is a finality to it that is unquestionable. That is what makes me love iyym lix.
I want to cry because 1) you've captured everything alluring about his character in a way I personally wouldn't have been able to express and as a writer it touches me a lot that you have such a deep understanding of him, and 2)because this is almost exactly why I wrote this felix. I relate to all that you said about why it's a good exchange to give into felix. For someone as insecure in love as I am it's like crack to me and being a "braindead lover" is so easy in the way that giving in to depression is easy and comforting .
I don't know if I make sense but this really affected me. Thank you ❤
