hold me forever

"Ya feel so—fuck," Olruggio pants into your ear, his voice low and gravelly as one hand holds up your chin while the other wraps tighter around your waist, "—so fuckin' good, always so fuckin' good." 

You only nod lazily in response, a bit of saliva dripping from your slack-jawed mouth as another broken moan escapes your lips. Your cunt drools the same way, sopping wet after the last two orgasms but still squeezing him tight with each deep thrust that jolts you forward. Your nails claw into his forearm as his pace grows faster, harder, his thick fingers pressing into your mouth to fill more of him inside you.

"Like that, lass?" he whispers breathlessly while grinding against your ass, the rough pads of his fingers slightly gagging you until your vision blurs. You can barely focus enough to answer, your pussy talking for you when it squeezes his length as a silent yes. 

You hear Olruggio chuckle at your body's answer but he obliges nonetheless, alternating between sloppy thrusts and deep grinds as he trails wet kisses along your back, shoulder, and side of your neck. Your tongue laps at his digits greedily before you're pulled away from them with a pop, his other hand now gripping your hair back until the two of you make eye contact. 

The sight of your dazed look, wet chin, and swollen lips makes his cock twitch and mouth crash into yours without a second thought, an all-consuming kiss that leaves you breathless as he continues fucking you from behind. But still you match his urgency with a hunger of your own, teeth grazing his lower lip before accidentally biting down hard when those fingers once occupying your mouth rub fast against your clit. 

That familiar coil grows taut, your heartbeat thrumming wildly in your ears as your walls start pulsing around him, an involuntary squeeze making Olruggio groan into your mouth before ropes of hot cum mix in with your own release.

Both of your bodies collapse forward, his arms pulling you into his chest as you lay sideways along the mattress, breathing unsteady while your eyes close briefly from exhaustion. 

"That was…," you giggle softly when his nose nuzzles into your shoulder, his already re-hardening cock still resting inside of you. 

"Only round three." 

ginny's note: first time writing for wha :3 had to do olruggio smut bc he actually makes me FERAL

pairing: angel!xavier x fem!reader summary: joining together in more ways than one. cw: MDNI, fingering, p in v sex, missionary, pwp ginny's note: based off this drabble from my other account :3 wc: 695

၊|၊||၊ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ၊||၊||၊ Get You — Daniel Caesar

You love his wings. 

Strong, agile, smoother than silk and even cooler to the touch, they sweep elegantly through the air and gather like flowing fabric across his back. Each feather, light weight and probably hand-carved by the Heavens, emit an ethereal glow, gleaming gold in the sunlight yet silver under looming stars. 

They've protected and cradled and rested beside you, but still you find yourself entranced by their otherworldly beauty. So you reach a hand out, like you tend to do when the desire becomes too overwhelming, and let your fingertips graze the curves and plumes until those gorgeous wings—God's gift to angels—bow in submission. 

"Starlight," he whispers softly, leaning his forehead against yours as his eyes flutter shut and face contorts in barely masked pleasure. 

"Do you want me to stop?" you murmur back, hand stalling a fraction along a particularly sensitive spot. 

"Don't," Xavier replies too fast, lips grazing yours as his hands squeeze your waist. "Please, don't stop." 

So your hand continues to stroke and press and fondle while the other cups his jaw, your gaze drinking in his flushed state with primal satisfaction before capturing his mouth in a fervent kiss. 

You love his lips too, that taste of sunshine and wild berries and dew, that feel softer than any cloud. But then they press harder against yours, the profile shifting as his teeth graze your bottom lip and a low moan drips onto your tongue like the sweetest nectar. You eagerly drink it, letting yourself get drunk off of your addiction to him.

He lays you down on your back in the soft grass as your bodies entangle like they tend to do, your hands falling away while his take over, roaming across your chest and down your abdomen until resting against your upper thighs. His eyes shine with devotion as if he kneels before an altar, head bowed and his hand disappearing beneath your skirts until they skate across the heat between your legs. 

Your back arches, mouth gasping as his fingers caress your folds and his lips find shelter in the hollow of your neck. Your hands clench into fists beneath his other arm that holds them in place above your head, but you don't squirm or try to escape his grasp. You simply relinquish control, both of you knowing you're exactly where you want to be.

"So good for me, Star," Xavier breathes against your skin, satisfied when he feels your hips buck at his praise. "You're always so good for me." 

He starts to pump into you and all you can do is nod and moan in response, too distracted by his fingers that curl just right and his tongue that licks a stripe across your collarbone. It feels almost ritualistic, how he responds to your body's every need, always knowing how to make you fall apart until the ceremony—your pleasure—crescendos into completion. 

As your cunt squeezes around him, pulsating from his worship, he pulls out his fingers slick with your need, quickly replacing his cock in their stead. Xavier eyes you briefly before sliding inside again, his hands flying to your waist, forehead pressed against yours like it was earlier. 

"Y-yes, just like that," you pant into his mouth, your pleadings morphing into uncontrollable moans as your angel moves faster, harder, his length throbbing along your pulsing walls until you're both ascending. 

Xavier slows his thrust as the last of your waves wash over you, his lips continuing to caress your skin, tongue whispering sweet nothings as you loosely entangle your fingers through his hair. When he finally pulls out, soft feathers cradle your body, his wings surrounding you like you're the most delicate thing in the world. 

You breathe a sigh of relief when your head finally lays against his exposed chest, your bodies melding all over again but this time in the purest embrace. Even with your vision blurred and head still swimming from your release, you steal one more glimpse of his soft smile and those glowing blue eyes before your own flutter shut. 

"Sleep well, my angel," you hear until it all fades away to nothing.

ginny's note: debating whether to make an angsty version hmm (this was supposed to be angsty but I backed off UGH)

who would’ve known your guardian angel could love you like this, his lips so soft along your jaw, hands weaving through your hair as his whole being caresses you inside and out.

his feathers brush against the sides of your body, cascading around you like a makeshift shelter as he thrusts upwards, the movements long and drawn out, the pace slow but sensual. it feels like you’re floating, ascending into the very heavens xavier calls home.

you whimper out his name, the word so natural on your tongue, an almost prayer if not devotion. another soft, gasping moan tumbles out when he gathers your hips closer to his, the new angle making your toes curl and fingers grope at his forearms from pure ecstasy.

the world dwindles down to you two, this moment, how your bodies connect in a way the gods never intended. but it can’t be wrong, not with how your pleasure builds and his mounts, the way his eyes drink you in like a man—angel—starved.

so you let your worries fade as his lips consume your mouth, swallowing everything weighing on your tongue, tangling your fingers with his as your climaxes edge closer, closer…until you descend back to earth, laid in a field of angel wings, heady from bliss.

except, you’re alone again, condemned to a world never meant for a love like this.

@whor3ing for the angel wings divider

𝐓𝐨𝐬𝐤𝐚

(n.) an intense, yearnful ache with no origin that overwhelms the senses, the soul, all at once.

He drags closer, closer. Close enough until water laps and his body wades. Time reduces to bits of sand sloshing between his toes, crowning over forming webs until they glide. Moonlight oscillates along the surface, only ever bright enough to illuminate not amplify. Then the light disappears, the world no longer crisp, just heavy and dark. 

He submerges deeper, deeper. Deep enough until his body suspends and it feels like drowning. Except, he can't drown, he can't suffocate. A cruel fate evades him as air fills his lungs, the water tugging and pulling and circling but yet he stays still. Feeling reverts inward, everything numb including his mind. He's dissolving, slowly, losing himself to become something more. 

He grows larger, larger. Large enough until he can't be ignored. Tangible, abstract, without form or body or shape, unattached and ever moving. He flows and cycles, filters through life and death as if time has no meaning. But all things return, weathered and malleable with its own ending and beginning. So he trickles, congregates, ascends back into something new, something old but never the same. 

He floats farther, farther. Far enough until the tide ebbs, water bubbles and body settles against wet sand. He sinks only a little, eyes directly staring into the moon that peers down unguarded. But he doesn't blink, doesn't close his eyes, just lays and stares and breathes because at least the cold stings, and gravity weighs heavy but not enough—never enough—to swallow him whole. 

𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

How I imagined my dad as a baby lolll

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁ .⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

synopsis. rafayel suddenly accessorized his living room couch and you don’t know why!

pairing. rafayel qi x reader

content/mdni. fem!reader, implied established relationship!au, sub-ish!rafayel, tease!reader, slight embarrassed!rafayel, slight ashamed!rafayel, RIDING THAT D, teasing, praise, pet names (cutie), temperature play (but not on skin?), fire evol gone wild, raffy loses composure lmaooo.

word count. 1.3k

a/n. shorter drabble while i work on the main dish (the ebb day smut hehe). i was reminded of his couch and i NEEDED to write this. please tell me your thoughts! feedback and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

the couch in rafayel’s living room was the materialization of pure secrecy.

not dramatic or treacherous. it was quite the contrary — a quiet, domestic kind of secrecy, fashioned entirely in colorful blankets and soft, fluffy pillows.

all of a sudden, every cushion of the couch was draped, every armrest swaddled.

it looked like a nest built by someone who won a good bargain at the flea market downtown.

who would’ve known your guardian angel could love you like this, his lips so soft along your jaw, hands weaving through your hair as his whole being caresses you inside and out.

his feathers brush against the sides of your body, cascading around you like a makeshift shelter as he thrusts upwards, the movements long and drawn out, the pace slow but sensual. it feels like you’re floating, ascending into the very heavens xavier calls home.

you whimper out his name, the word so natural on your tongue, an almost prayer if not devotion. another soft, gasping moan tumbles out when he gathers your hips closer to his, the new angle making your toes curl and fingers grope at his forearms from pure ecstasy.

the world dwindles down to you two, this moment, how your bodies connect in a way the gods never intended. but it can’t be wrong, not with how your pleasure builds and his mounts, the way his eyes drink you in like a man—angel—starved.

so you let your worries fade as his lips consume your mouth, swallowing everything weighing on your tongue, tangling your fingers with his as your climaxes edge closer, closer…until you descend back to earth, laid in a field of angel wings, heady from bliss.

except, you’re alone again, condemned to a world never meant for a love like this.

@whor3ing for the angel wings divider