Texting "He's gone, you can come over now" to seventeen
pairing: ot!13 x gn!reader
genre: fluff??, established relationship
warnings: petnames, mentions of kissing(or the lack of)
a/n: HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY !!
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First, I just wanna say, I adore your writing. From your word choice to the way you convey every emotion, it is nothing short of stunning.
I binged all of your writing, and I was so thrilled to find your DoL fics!!!! If you’re feeling inspired, I’d love to see your take on the LIs reacting to the PC becoming a Fallen Angel, especially if the PC fell for them (like, letting them take the PC’s purity).
In game, it feels kind of tragic falling, especially when doing the quest for the spear, but on the other hand, the whole, who needs a God’s love when I have you is a special type of romantic that I really love.
I hope you have a wonderful holiday season if you celebrate! If not, I hope you’re having a wonderful winter in general!!!
hi hello!! thank you for all your kind words and i'm so glad you liked my dol fics!! 💛
the graciousness of your message has filled my well of inspiration, so here you go and i hope you also enjoy this 🥭
"why me?" pure!sydney says between breaths, between kisses that only make you both yearn for more. your skin is hot against his, while the wall of the library's private study room is cold against his back. he knows he shouldn't be doing this, that the temple would strip him of his status, and that your embrace marks the end of something he's been building all his life.
so why him? you are a holy thing, after all. untainted. pure.
and yet, as you grind against his length, the slickness of you irrestible now that his cage lies beside him in fragments, he finds no trace of regret within him - only reverence, only devotion. only the urge to take your breast in his mouth and to finally slip his length inside you, savoring the warm wetness that anoints him with the miracle of your consummation and the sound of your song.
"because it's me," he murmurs, his hips finding the pace that makes you shudder. after all, why can't a study room be a holy place? who says the bruises from his lips can't count as praise? when he feels you tighten around him, your feathers smoldering as your voice cracks in pleasure, he has his answer. "because," he gasps, reverence threatening to spill. "there's no one better to worship you."
"all saints die," corrupt!sydney murmurs, breath hot between your thighs. his fingers are digging into your hips. the marble altar is cold against your back. you both know you aren't supposed to be here, but there is a thrill in the forbidden.
he dips his tongue into your warmth, the sensation of his veneration smoldering even moreso than the feathers charring on your back. "what is this, but another apotheosis?" he muses, pulling his midnight hair into a ponytail. "another transformation?"
you feel thrilled at the comparison, knowing how you have both changed each other.
a dark force churns within you, tight and coiling. you recognize it as hunger, as the lust you have denied yourself so long in the face of virtue. but what use is virtue, when it can be easily cleaved by the warmth of a hot tongue? when the eyes that behold you in worship reflect the same golden light that used to grace your skin every day? as if sensing your hunger, sydney slips his fingers inside you, filling you. your hips sway into his touch, wanting more. wanting to burn together.
you shake in whitney's embrace, whimpering at the pain, the burning, the visions of the world cracking open and corruption spilling through like so many hungry tentacles reaching to engulf the light. and yet, you would do it all over again to feel his breath, his skin, his desire for you all for the first time.
"hey," he says, scooping cold water onto your tender back. it does little against the fire you feel in every feather, the taint eating away at each filament. "stay with me." there's a tinge of panic in his insistence. you aren't quite sure whether it's real or a hallucination. although he is your former tormentor, this is a kind of pain he is unfamiliar with, yet committed by his hand all the same.
your eyes dull. whitney adjusts his weight, water sloshing in the bath. he jostles you, willing you to stay conscious. whatever the fuck is going on with you, you can't leave him. you can't go before he knows how to help you.
before the darkness takes you, the last thing you hear is him telling you he is sorry.
there are tears in kylar's eyes. "it hurts?" he says, daring to touch your half-singed feathers. you nod, straining to unfurl them to reveal the slow fire eating away at the soft ivory. your halo is cracked, bleeding inky corruption that sizzles upon contact with the air. "it's because we...." his voice shakes, the guilt lancing through the pleasure of your skin just moments ago. "we..."
how dare his selfishness cause your agony. if only he could unmake a moment, exercise even a minute of restraint. perhaps then, you wouldn't be in this pain. his fingernails dig into his palm, teeth sinking into his lips as tears stream down his face freely.
but your mouth covers his, your soft tongue lapping at the blood beading on his lips. your kiss, so gentle, feels nothing like lament. only the delicate grace of forgiveness.
"you're beautiful," eden says, mouth hot against the hollow of your neck. when he first saw you, wings unfurled in the light of the clearing, he thought that you were some kind of strange bird. right as he leveled his shotgun to take aim, he remembered you turning to face him, a look of surprise gracing your features as you beheld the man who would have been your end.
it was a while before he first touched you. your skin burned. the air in the cabin would ripple from your heat. even the bars of the cage threatened to warp. in the cold of the winter, your rage radiated at your confinement, a prized bird trapped in crude metal.
the hunter knew that he was not worth your beauty. your very presence made the shadows of his past all the more darker. you were an angel, a being of pure light, and all he wanted to do was take your warmth for his.
then one day, like a miracle, you came for him. he had collapsed into the cabin, his body stiffened by the cold. hair cracking with ice. he had fallen into the lake while fishing, the ice sheet far thinner than what he originally estimated. he looked at you, glowing in the dark of the cabin, teeth chattering as he unlocked the cage with his hand outstretched.
"go," he rasped as the door swayed open. "it won't be long until -"
warmth spread across his body the moment your mouth pressed against his. you tasted like honey, like sunlight, like every summer he never thought he would live to see. to his surprise, he found you breathless, lips at his neck, telling him to take you.
"why?" he asks, voice hoarse. his fingers run through your hair. because he fell, you tell him, and it was only right that you would as well.
"something's burning," robin says, fear tinging his desire. "is it you? we can stop -"
you silence him with a kiss, tongue tasting his lust for you. your feathers are charring, your halo cracking. before this, you had both talked about the consequences of what would happen. once you were intertwined, there would be no going back. the both of you would be burned into each other's lives forever.
besides, this moment feels less like falling and more like flying: robin's warm eyes on you, his soft mouth parted in pleasure, each sway of his hips bringing you both closer to sweet oblivion. all you can do is card your fingers through his hair as he whimpers against you, sending you both soaring into the heights of a new heaven.
"the moon waxes and wanes," the wraith says, tentacles tracing the darkness of your once brilliant wings. one of them prods at the shards of your halo, corruption leaking from its fragments. you wince, the pain sharp despite the gentleness of the abomination's touch. "and even when it bleeds, it is beautiful."
tendrils, thick and strong, knead along your shoulder blades right where your wings protract from your back. this earns a sigh of relief from you - one that he drinks eagerly with his cold mouth.
"flight must make you ache," he says, his voice nothing less than a sonorous purr. "i may be able to assist."
with his lower pair of hands, the wraith lifts you against the walls of the ruin. he slips inside you with ease, your fingers grasping the silver threads of his hair as you take him. his countless tendrils suckle and writhe against your skin, drawing sounds that echo into the darkness of the ruin. the wraith is a force, a wave of pleasure that does nothing else but pull you further and further into its depths.
after all, you chose to sacrifice the love of a god for the heart of a monster. what else can he do, except devour you?
What do you choose and why? Let's assume people won't freak out seeing you.
I'd probably go with elf/half-elf because I'm basically it. I love nature, art, but with my love for life I'd be a gnome. BUT GNOMES WOULD SEE NOTHING AT THEM CONCERTS AND IT'S A NO FOR ME. So I stick with elven ideals (art, nature, freedom) and hopefully live my best life.
Tho with my experience of being an outsider (metalheads from small villages/towns do you hear me) I could be tempted with a tiefling option???
But if I really had to choose I'd go with elf/half-elf anyway. I mean the tail and horns are a lot to care about (f.x. wearing headphones or having to make pants wearable would problematic)
Okay I think it's that time of year where we gotta talk about the context behind calling it "the mango" 😂
So basically whenever there's a photo of Tom very visibly showing everyone at home that he has an aversion to underwear, the running joke is that the silhouette it makes looks like there's a big mango shoved in the crotch area.
It was a throwaway joke that started like late 2022 or early 2023, and it stuck with me and my friends at the time which is why we still use it now. 😅
I was gonna look for a funny mango gif to attach here but out of curiosity I searched the term "mango sas" on the gif search and found this:
…maybe it's time I resume that abandoned project of The SAS Vernacular 🤣
I don’t follow the show so this is the first time I’ve seen his design, but I think it’s…. Ok?
I love the general outfit. It’s very stylish and sleek and it fits my idea of Felix pretty well. But the colors…. Are bleh. This is mostly because I just really don’t like the colors of the peacock in general but I especially don’t like that mint green in the place it is 🤢
If I used the same colors and design, I would have the done the skin and hair green and the inside of the cloak purple instead, something like this:
but I also kinda hate the skin coloration thing instead of a mask in general :T. So if I were to do a complete color and costume redesign I would do something like this:
The purple is cool, but I doesn’t really scream peacock for me. I think that the blue looks really nice, then the accent of bright yellow instead of green. I like the idea of keeping the hair colored (the poofy-ness doesnt really make sense for Felix but shhh) but I really don’t like the no mask and colored skin. So a rather simple bird mask. It might be a bit basic, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing
Sorry that was such a long response, but I hope you like! I had more opinions than I thought
I'm chuckling too hard to write anything coherent, so we'll let it speak for itself. I do a Lady Loki cosplay sometimes, but I figured The Mango is worthy to borrow my horns.
OMG DID YOU BUY THE PLUSHIE??? DID YOU GO BACK AND BUY THE PLUSHIE????????? 👑👑👑👑
That is so fucking cute i wanna die omg. YES the horns...how could it ever not be thus? Perfection.
