#stolitz x reader

He nuzzled against your hair, a soft hooting sound escaping him, and you felt some of the tension leave your shoulders.

"I felt like an idiot," you admitted quietly.

"You were magnificent," he corrected, another button coming undone. "Poised, graceful, charming. Everyone was completely taken with you."

From across the room, near the balcony, came a snort.

"Yeah, 'taken with her,'" Blitz said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He was sitting in the corner, methodically taking apart his rifle "Especially that one guy who kept trying to smell her. That was REAL charming."

"That particular Lord has always been... peculiar," Stolas said diplomatically, working on another button. "But he meant no harm."

"He was SNIFFING her! Like a fucking PERVERT!" Blitz had gotten one of the rifle's components apart and was now aggressively cleaning it. "If you hadn't stepped in, I was gonna shoot him!"

"Which is precisely why I didn't allow you to bring ammunition," Stolas said mildly.

"You WHAT?!" Blitz's head snapped up.

"Did you truly think I'd let you bring a loaded weapon to my father's party? Darling, I know you. I'm not an idiot." Stolas sounded far too pleased with himself. "I had a servant switch out your bullets for blanks before we left."

"You sneaky feathered FUCK—"

"Language, Blitzy. We have delicate company."

"She's heard worse! She LIVES with me!"

You couldn't help but smile as another button gave way. The dress was elaborate—deep blue silk that caught the light like water, with intricate silver embroidery, wearing it had felt like being wrapped in liquid starlight.

It had also been tight, restrictive, and you'd been desperate to get out of it for the last hour.

"There," Stolas said softly as the last button came free. "All done."

His hands lingered on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing gentle circles. You felt him lean in, his beak brushing against the junction of your neck and shoulder, another soft hoot escaping him.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "You were the most stunning creature there tonight."

"Okay, that's enough of the lovey-dovey shit!" Blitz announced loudly. "Some of us are trying to get to the FUN PARTS."

"You're cleaning a rifle that you already cleaned three times," Stolas pointed out, still nuzzling your shoulder. "I think you're doing it for the aesthetic at this point, darling."

"I'm doing it because my TRIGGER FINGER is itchy and I can't actually SHOOT anyone because SOMEONE stole my bullets!"

You stepped away from Stolas carefully, holding the front of the dress up. Underneath, you wore a simple silk slip that Stolas had also provided—apparently, Goetia formal wear required very specific undergarments.

The dress pooled around your feet as you stepped out of it, the heavy silk whispering against the floor. You bent to pick it up, and Stolas immediately took it from you.

"I'll have it cleaned and returned to the proper storage," he said, draping it carefully over a chair. "It's a family heirloom—belonged to my great-grandmother, actually. I thought the color would suit you."

"It was beautiful," you said honestly. "I just... I'm not used to fancy dresses."

"You wore it perfectly." Stolas moved closer again, his hands finding your waist over the thin silk of the slip. "Like you were born to it."

"Yeah, well, she WASN'T born to it," Blitz said, loudly clicking another rifle component into place. "She was born to like, normal human shit. Not fancy demon parties where everyone's trying to figure out who she's related to!"

"They were simply curious—"

"They were being NOSY! There's a difference!" Blitz glared at Stolas over the rifle. "And you! Getting all handsy the second the dress comes off! Have some DECORUM!" Blitz's tone had switched to a imitation of Stolas.

"I have plenty of decorum, darling. I simply choose when to employ it." Stolas's hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing just below your ribs. "And right now, after such a long evening, I think we have requests to fulfill don't we darling."

You stuck your tongue out at Blitz, which made him drop a rifle piece as he scrambled to jam them into the rifle case.

"Did you just—you just stuck your TONGUE out at me!"

"You deserved it," you said, grinning.

"RUDE! After I spent all night protecting you from creepy BLUE bloods!"

"You spent all night glaring at people and making threats under your breath!"

"Yeah! PROTECTING you! With INTIMIDATION!" He'd abandoned the rifle now, pointing at you accusingly. "And this is the thanks I get?!"

"Oh, Blitzy, don't be such a child," Stolas said, still holding you close. "She's simply teasing you. It's quite adorable, actually."

"It's DISRESPECTFUL is what it is!"

"You're just upset because you can't shoot anyone," Stolas said, his beak nuzzling against your temple now. "You get so grumpy when you're not allowed to commit violence."

"I DO NOT—okay, yes, I do, but that's not the POINT—"

As they bickered, you shifted your weight, feeling an odd prickling sensation on your left leg. You glanced down, adjusting the slip slightly, and your heart stopped.

There were feathers.

Small, downy, white feathers. Protruding from the skin at your ankle.

Three of them. No—you looked closer—five. Five small feathers growing out of your leg like that was a perfectly normal thing for legs to do.

Panic shot through you like ice water. Not more changes. Not now. Not when you'd just gotten used to the fangs.

Moving as casually as you could manage, you bent down like you were adjusting the slip's hem.

"You alright, little star?" Stolas asked.

"Fine! Just—the slip is twisted," you said, your voice thankfully steady.

Your fingers found the feathers. They were soft, delicate, and definitely attached to your skin. You gripped the base of one and pulled.

Sharp pain, but the feather came free.

You did the same with the others, quick and efficient, even as your eyes watered from the sting. All five feathers came out, small dots of blood marking where they'd been.

"You sure you're okay?" Blitz asked, suspicious now.

"Yes! Just fixing the dress—I mean the slip!" You straightened up quickly, the feathers clutched in your fist. "All good!"

You turned, pretending to adjust the slip in the back, and dropped the feathers on the floor. With your foot, you quickly kicked them under the bed.

Crisis temporarily averted.

"Well, now that everyone's indecent," Blitz said, standing up from his rifle, "can we PLEASE get to the ACTUAL FUN PARTS? It's been a long fucking night and I'm FUCKED OFF from not being allowed to murder anyone!"

Stolas smiled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. "Let's get you comfortable, darling."

Stolas's bed was, as always, enormous. The sheets were fresh—he'd had them changed while you were at the party—and the pillows were numerous enough to build a fort.

You climbed in first, settling in the middle, and immediately felt your body relax into the impossibly soft mattress. Your ankle stung where you'd ripped the feathers out, but you ignored it, pulling the blankets up instinctively.

Blitz approached from one side, having stripped down to his boxers and tank top. "I'm taking this side. Bird brain can have the other one."

"How generous of you," Stolas said dryly, moving to the opposite side. He'd changed into a elaborate robe that was probably silk and definitely cost more than a car.

They both climbed in, and suddenly you were sandwiched between them again. Blitz on your left, Stolas on your right, both warm and solid and somehow making the enormous bed feel cozy.

"Ugh, what's with all this soft FUCKING BULLSHIT" Blitz groaned throwing several pillows off the bed.

"You didn't have to stay," Stolas pointed out, though he was already shifting closer to you.

"Like I'm gonna leave her alone with you! You'd probably try some freaky bird sex magic or something!"

"Blitzy, don't be ridiculous..." Stolas's arm draped over your waist, pulling you back against him. His chest was warm against your back, soft feathers tickling your neck. "Perhaps, some cuddling to start."

"Of course you would want that wouldn't you," Blitz muttered, but he was shifting closer too, his hand finding yours under the blankets.

You laced your fingers with his, and he squeezed gently.

For a moment, there was just quiet. The sound of breathing, the distant noise of Hell outside, the warmth of both of them surrounding you.

Then Stolas nuzzled against your hair, hooting softly. "You really were magnificent tonight."

"You already said that," you murmured, but you were smiling.

"It bears repeating." His hand on your waist slid up slightly, thumb brushing your ribs through the thin silk. "Seeing you in that dress, holding yourself with such grace... I was very proud."

"You looked hot," Blitz said bluntly from your other side. "Like, really hot. That dress was doing THINGS for you."

"Blitzy, that's crude—"

"It's HONEST! She looked hot! Everyone thought so! Why do you think half those FUCKHEADS were sniffing around her?!"

"I believe the phrase is 'interested in her heritage,'" Stolas corrected.

"I believe the phrase is 'wanted to get in her pants,' but sure, let's go with yours."

You laughed, the sound muffled against the pillow. "Can we not talk about other demons wanting to... do things with me?"

"Agreed," Stolas said, his arm tightening possessively around your waist. "I'd rather not think about that either."

"See? Bird brain and I agree on something! That's how you know it's important!" Blitz shifted closer, and now you could feel the warmth of him along your side. "Nobody gets to sniff you except us."

"Nobody is sniffing me!" you protested.

"Stolas literally just nuzzled your hair!"

"That's different! That's affectionate!"

"It's SNIFFING!"

"It's absolutely not—"

"Okay, enough," you interrupted, squeezing Blitz's hand. "Can we just... not argue about sniffing?"

"Fine," Blitz grumbled. "But for the record, I'm right."

"You're always right in your own mind, darling," Stolas said, his voice amused.

"Damn straight!"

Stolas's hand on your waist started moving in slow, gentle circles. His beak nuzzled against your shoulder, and you heard him hoot softly—that unconscious bird sound he made when he was content.

"You really were stunning tonight," he murmured, his voice dropping lower. "Every time I looked at you, I found myself... distracted."

"Distracted how?" you asked, turning your head slightly to see him.

"Distracted by how much I wanted to do this..." His hand slid up from your waist, fingers tracing along your ribs through the thin silk. "And this..." His beak brushed against your neck, finding that sensitive spot just below your ear.

You shivered, and he hooted again, pleased.

"Oh, now we're getting THERE." Blitz said from your other side, his voice taking on that rough edge you'd started to recognize. "Alright. I can work with this."

His hand on your hip tightened, pulling you firmly toward him. "You know what was hot? Watching every single demon in that room want you"

"Blitz—"

"Nah, I'm not done." He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with those glowing eyes. "Watching them circle around you like sharks, trying to figure out your bloodline, your status, your availability—" His hand slid possessively over your stomach. "And knowing that at the end of the night, they wouldn’t FUCKING have you."

Stolas made an approving sound, his hand sliding higher on your ribs. "I must admit, I quite enjoyed that aspect as well."

You scoffed, and even you could hear how breathless your voice had already gotten.

Stolas captured your mouth in another kiss. It was deeper than before, more heated. His tongue brushed against your lips and you opened for him, feeling the warmth of him, tasting something floral and exotic.

"Fuck, that's hot," Blitz muttered, his hand sliding from your stomach to your thigh. "Watching him kiss you like that."

He waited until Stolas pulled back, then immediately claimed your mouth for himself. Where Stolas was elegant and deliberate, Blitz was fierce and demanding. His hand fisted in your hair, holding you exactly where he wanted you as he kissed you like he was trying to prove a point.

When he finally let you breathe, you were gasping.

"See?" he said with a wicked grin. "That's how you kiss someone Birdie."

"Such passion, Blitzy," Stolas said, amused. "Though perhaps a bit... aggressive?"

"She likes aggressive," Blitz said confidently. "Don't you?"

Before you could answer, his hand slid further up your thigh, fingers teasing along the edge of your slip. "See? She's not exactly pushing me away."

"I didn't say stop," you managed.

"That's what I thought." Blitz's grin turned absolutely feral. "Now, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna lie there and let us make you forget every single boring conversation you had to sit through tonight. Sound good?"

"I—yes—"

"Yes what?" His hand stilled, waiting.

"Yes, Sounds good." you breathed.

"Much betterrrr" he said, and the praise made heat pool low in your belly. "See, this is what you should've been doing all night instead of making small talk with pretentious assholes."

"I kinda had to—it was expected—"

"I know, I know. Politics and bloodlines and all that boring shit." His hand resumed its movement, sliding higher. "But you hated it. I could tell. Every time someone asked about your heritage, you got this little line right here—" He tapped between your eyebrows. "All tense and stressed."

"I was nervous," you admitted.

"You were fucking perfect," Blitz corrected. "Even when you were nervous. Especially when you were nervous." His fingers found the edge of your underwear beneath the slip. "This okay?"

"Yes."

"Say it properly."

"Yes, please."

"Fuck, you're polite about getting railed." He slid his hand properly between your thighs now, and you gasped at the contact. "There we go. See? Much better than talking about lineage."

Stolas had been watching, all four eyes dark with interest, and now his hand joined the exploration. He slid it down from your ribs to your hip, then lower, fingers dancing along your inner thigh.

"May I?" he asked, ever polite even in this.

"Yes," you said quickly.

"So eager," he purred. "And after such a long evening too. One might think you'd been waiting for this."

"I—maybe—"

"Don't 'maybe' me, little star. Were you thinking about this during the party?" His fingers traced patterns on your inner thigh, maddeningly close but not quite touching. "When Lord Andrealphus wouldn't stop asking about your family tree?"

"Yes," you admitted, face burning.

"What exactly were you thinking about?" Stolas asked, and there was a wicked edge to his voice now.

"I—I can't—"

"Sure you can!" Blitz encouraged, his own hand still working you through the fabric. "Tell bird brain what you were thinking about. Don't be shy now."

"I was thinking about... this," you managed. "Both of you. Touching me. Making me forget everything else."

"Good," Blitz said approvingly. "That's real good. See? You CAN talk dirty when you want to."

"That wasn't—"

"That was absolutely talking dirty. And you're gonna do more of it." His fingers pressed more firmly, making you arch. "Gonna tell us exactly what you want."

"I want—" You gasped as Stolas's hand finally moved higher, joining Blitz's. "I want you to touch me. Both of you. Please."

"Since you asked so nicely, tits" Blitz said, and his hand slipped properly beneath the fabric.

The feeling of his skin against yours, direct contact without barriers, made you moan.

"Oh, you like that ?" he observed, grinning. "Yeah, you really fucking like that."

Stolas's hand had found its way beneath the fabric too, and now both of them were touching you, fingers exploring, learning what made you gasp and arch and beg.

"So responsive," Stolas murmured, his beak against your throat. "Every touch makes you tremble."

"Every sound you make goes straight to my dick," Blitz added bluntly. "Just so you know. You're driving me fucking insane right now."

"Good," you managed to say, and his eyes flashed.

"Oh, getting brave now?" He increased the pressure of his touch. "Think you can handle both of us working together?"

Stolas's mouth found yours again, swallowing your moans as they worked you expertly.

"You're so close already," Blitz observed, his voice rough with desire.

"Let go, darling," Stolas murmured against your lips. "You're perfectly safe little star. Let go."

Pleasure crashed over you in waves, and you cried out, your hands clutching at both of them as they worked you through it.

"Beautiful," Stolas breathed, watching you come undone.

"Fucking gorgeous," Blitz agreed, his hand slowing. "Still good?"

"Uh-huh" you managed.

"Good. Because like I said—" His grin was absolutely wicked. "—we're making up for that entire BORING-ASS party. And I've got a LOT of ideas about how to do that."

Stolas hooted softly, his hand still caressing your thigh. "As do I. And we have all night."

"All night ?" you asked breathlessly.

"Uh-huh," Blitz said, pulling you into another searing kiss.

"Now, where were we?"

Stolas didn’t let you answer. His long fingers gently caught your wrist, lifting your hand to press a slow, reverent kiss to the center of your palm. His four red eyes locked onto yours—glowing softly in that steady, hypnotic way that made everything else feel distant and safe. Not taking anything away from you, just… quieting the noise.

"Come here, little star," he murmured, voice like velvet wrapped around starlight. With effortless strength he pulled you back against him, shifting until your back rested fully against his warm, feathered chest.

Your head tucked just beneath his beak. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while the hand that had kissed your palm stayed there—pressed gently to his cheek as he nuzzled into it.

Blitz watched the whole thing with dark, hungry eyes, but he didn’t interrupt. Instead he shifted closer on your left, his clawed hand sliding possessively over your hip again, thumb stroking the skin just under the hem of your slip.

"Show-off," he muttered, though there was no real bite in it. "Always gotta be all fancy."

Stolas only smiled against your palm, then turned his gaze on Blitz. "Jealous, my little imp?"

"Fuck no." Blitz’s grin was sharp. "Just impatient."

Stolas’s free hand slid up your side, fingers deftly tugging the thin ties of your slip open and down your shoulders, baring your breasts to the warm air of the bedroom. He let out a low, appreciative trill, his beak brushing the shell of your ear.

"Exquisite," he whispered against your skin, nuzzling your palm again. "My brave, beautiful little star… falling into our world and still shining so brightly, thank the stars that you’re here with us."

His thumb traced slow circles just beneath your breast, teasing but not quite touching where you suddenly ached for him.

Blitz’s gaze dropped to your now-exposed chest, a sharp grin spreading across his face. "Fuck, look at you. All laid out like that… shit’s unfair." He leaned in, nipping lightly at the side of your neck before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His voice dropped, still smug but softer around the edges.

"Hey… you gonna be okay if I use my tail?"

You blinked, a little dazed from Stolas’s eyes and the warmth of his body behind you. "Your… tail?"

Blitz’s tail flicked behind him, the spade-shaped tip curling lazily. "Yeah. I can wrap it around your wrists—keep your hands right where I want ‘em. Or just trail it over you… tease you slow. Drag it along your thighs, your tits, wherever." He paused, watching your face carefully, that cocky smirk softening for a moment. "After what happened… I don’t wanna be the reason you freak out."

You nodded, because it was Blitz asking. "I trust you. Yes… you can use it."

His grin came back, smug and bright. "Atta girl. Knew you were tough." The teasing crept back into his voice as his tail slithered forward, the warm, smooth length curling once around your wrist in a loose but secure hold—testing. "There we go… nice and easy. Look at that."

Stolas hooted softly in approval, still nuzzling your palm against his cheek. "She looks divine like this, Blitzy. So trusting… so open for us." His beak brushed your temple. "Such a sweet darling little creature, letting us worship you. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of spending nights like this."

Blitz’s tail gave a gentle tug, guiding your wrist up toward the pillow before letting the spade tip trailed slowly back down your sternum, teasing between your breasts before circling one nipple in lazy spirals. The sensation made you shiver. Behind you, Stolas’s hand finally cupped your breast fully, squeezing with open hunger, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder.

Blitz shifted lower on the bed, settling between your spread thighs. His tail continued its journey—trailing down your stomach, teasing along your hip, then curling loosely around your other thigh to hold you open for him. "You still good, tits? Breathin’ okay?"

"Yes," you managed, voice already breathy. "I’m good."

"Perf," His grin turned feral. "Now shut up and let me eat."

He didn’t wait for more permission. Blitz leaned in and dragged his tongue up your center in one long, filthy stripe, groaning loudly at the taste of you. "Shit… you taste even better than you look."

You gasped, hips twitching, but his tail and Stolas’s arm kept you pinned. Stolas’s hand kneaded your breast possessively while he whispered against your hair, voice thick with want.

"So responsive… our little star. Every sound you make is music. Let Blitzy devour you, darling."

Blitz worked you with shameless enthusiasm—tongue flicking fast over your clit, then slowing to broad, lazy licks, occasionally dipping lower to push inside you. His tail tightened just enough around your thigh to keep you spread, the spade tip occasionally flicking teasingly against your inner thigh.

Every new touch from the tail made you jolt in the best way, and each time you did, Blitz's eyes would drift up, just long enough to check.

Stolas kept you grounded the whole time—your hand pressed to his cheek, his beak nuzzling and kissing your palm between soft, romantic murmurs. "You’re safe here… cherished… wanted beyond measure. Wonderous little human who stole both our hearts without even trying."

The dual sensation was overwhelming Blitz’s hot mouth devouring you with greedy, wet sounds, his tail restraining and teasing in equal measure, and Stolas’s warm body behind you, hands and voice worshipping every inch he could reach. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

When you finally tipped over the edge, crying out sharply, Blitz groaned against you, licking you through every shuddering wave while Stolas held you close, cooing softly.

"Fuck yes… that’s the sound I wanted." Blitz muttered, voice rough and pleased as he finally pulled back, lips shiny. His tail loosened but stayed draped possessively over your thigh.

Stolas’s four eyes were dark with hunger, his cloaca already slick and flushed where it pressed against your lower back. He nuzzled your palm one more time.

Blitz crawled back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, that wicked grin firmly in place. "You wanna pick what’s next, or you want us to keep running the show?"

The question made heat rush to your face. You flustered, mouth opening and closing for a second without any sound coming out, suddenly shy under the weight of both their attention.

Blitz scoffed, the sound low and amused. “Cute. Real cute when you get all tongue-tied like that.”

Before you could recover, he leaned across you and caught Stolas’s beak in a rough kiss. With you pressed firmly between them—your back still against Stolas’s warm feathered chest, Blitz’s body leaning in close—the motion sandwiched you tighter.

You felt the shift of muscle and feathers, the heat of both of them surrounding you completely as their mouths moved together. It was messy, hungry, and impossibly hot to be caught right in the middle of it.

You watched, mesmerized by the way Blitz’s hand fisted in Stolas’s feathers, the way Stolas’s eyes fluttered closed in clear enjoyment. The words slipped out before you could stop them.

“You’re so fucking pretty…”

Only when Blitz pulled back from Stolas did he register what you’d said. He blinked, looking hurt for a beat, then smirked. “Yeah? Bird brain’s got that fancy prince thing going for him, huh? Figures.”

You shook your head quickly, heart. “No—I meant you.”

Blitz’s eyebrow twitched, the smug expression faltering into something startled. You didn’t give him time to overthink it. Reaching up with your free hand, you dragged him down into a kiss, pouring every bit of want and affection into it.

Blitz made a surprised noise against your mouth before melting into it, kissing you back fierce and deep, like he was trying to hide how much your correction had affected him.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you breathing harder, you could feel him—hot and hard—pressing against your thigh. The realization sent a fresh wave of nerves and shyness bubbling up. You swallowed thickly, suddenly aware of how exposed you were, how much you wanted this.

Blitz noticed. He brushed his thumb along your jaw, voice dropping lower, almost gentle for a moment. “Hey. You look like you’re thinkin’ real loud over there.”

You nodded, managing a small smile despite the flush on your cheeks. “Yeah… I’m good. Just… a lot.”

Stolas hooted softly behind you, still holding your hand gently against his cheek and nuzzling into your palm with slow, affectionate presses of his beak.

“Little star,” he murmured, voice warm and romantic, laced with that familiar dramatic tenderness. “You honor us both with your words… and your touch. There is nowhere else in all the rings I would rather be than right here, with you between us like this darling, ypur so full of light even in Hell’s shadows.”

His free hand continued its slow exploration, cupping and kneading your breast with open hunger, thumb circling your nipple until you shivered. The contrast between his soft, poetic whispers and the blatant need in his touch made your head spin.

Blitz’s tail gave a playful flick against your thigh, the spade tip trailing lightly up toward your hip again in a teasing stroke.

“Don’t go gettin’ all shy on us now,” he said, that smug, tease creeping back into his tone. “Not when you just called me pretty and dragged me in like that. Fuckin’ bold move, tits. I like it.” He rocked his hips once, letting you feel him more deliberately against your thigh, hot and insistent.

“Keep talkin’ shit and I might start thinkin’ you actually like my ugly mug.”

You laughed softly, the sound breathless, nerves easing a little under their combined warmth and attention.

Stolas’s four eyes gleamed with interest as he pressed another kiss to your palm. “She does more than like it, Blitzy. She sees you… truly sees you. As do I.” His voice dropped into something huskier. “And I, for one, am very much enjoying the view of both of you like this.”

Blitz snorted “Fuckin' Saps. Both of you.” He leaned in again, nipping at your lower lip before glancing between you and Stolas, tail still lazily teasing along your skin.

He lined himself up, the blunt head of him pressing hot and insistent against your entrance. “Alright, Stols. You’re gonna hold her nice and steady for me. Keep those pretty hands on her, I want her feelin’ both of us.”

Stolas hooted softly in agreement, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you more firmly against his chest.

“As you wish, Blitzy,” he purred, voice thick with arousal. His free hand returned to your breast, kneading with open hunger while his beak trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, feathers brushing your skin with every movement.

Blitz pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, stretching you open with a low, satisfied groan. The drag was hot, thick, and steady—until he bottomed out with a sharp exhale. “Fuuuck… You feel that, tits?"

You couldn’t help it. The overwhelming fullness hit you instantly, and your hand flew up to press over your mouth, muffling the moan that tried to escape.

Blitz’s eyes narrowed, a low grumble vibrating in his chest. “Nuh-uh. None of that shit.” His tail flicked up fast, the warm length wrapping firmly around your wrist and tugging your hand away from your mouth, pinning it gently but insistently against the pillow beside your head.

“You do that again and I’m gettin’ Stolas to pin you down properly. No hidin’ got it? I wanna hear every fuckin’ noise you make while I’m buried in you.”

Stolas chuckled against your neck, the sound turning soft as he pressed another line of kisses along your throat, beak grazing that sensitive spot just below your ear.

“He’s quite serious, darling,” he murmured, voice warm and teasing, though his hips gave a tiny, involuntary rock against your back, his slick cloaca pressing hot and wet against your skin. “Though I would be more than happy to assist… holding our little star exactly where Blitzy wants you.”

You nodded quickly, breath coming in short gasps as Blitz started to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. He kept the pace torturously steady, like he was savoring every second.

While he fucked you, his tail uncoiled from your wrist slithering back and find Stolas. The spade tip trailed teasingly along his side, then lower, brushing over the flushed, slick folds of Stolas’s cloaca. Stolas gasped sharply, hips twitching forward against you as Blitz’s tail pressed more firmly, the tip circling and teasing the sensitive entrance without quite pushing inside.

“Fuck, listen to him,” Blitz said, voice smug and as he kept thrusting into you at that same slow rhythm. “Bird brain’s already leakin’ all over my tail. You like that, Stolas? Me fuckin’ her while I play with your Birdpuss ?”

Stolas moaned against your neck, the sound muffled by another kiss, his hand squeezing your breast harder.

“Y-yes— Blitzy— ah, your tail feels… divine…”

Blitz’s grin widened, tail working Stolas with lazy, teasing strokes—sometimes pressing just inside the slick heat, sometimes pulling back to trail slickly over the outer folds. All while he continued rocking into you, slow and deep, making sure you felt every inch.

“See? Teamwork,” Blitz said, leaning down to nip at your collarbone, eyes flicking between your face and Stolas behind you. “Now keep those pretty sounds comin’, tits. No hidin’. Or next time I really will bring the ropes and we’ll see how loud we can make you scream.”

Stolas’s beak found that spot on your neck again, sucking gently as his hand continued to explore your chest, rolling your nipple between talented fingers with open hunger.

You nodded softly, eyes closing involuntarily for a moment as another thrust from Blitz sent sparks through you. Your free hand reached up, looping around the back of Blitz’s neck, pulling him a little closer. He stilled inside you for a second, buried deep, and you managed a breathless but awkward little

“Hi…”

Blitz rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Hi? Really? I’m balls-deep and your go to is ‘hi’?” He scoffed, but his voice had that soft edge he got when you caught him off guard.

“Fuckin’ dork.”

Behind you, Stolas let out a quiet, amused huff. His hands shifted, sliding down to grip your thighs carefully, holding them open wider for Blitz with gentle but firm pressure. The new angle made everything feel deeper, more exposed, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped.

Blitz’s tail, still slick from teasing Stolas, moved with purpose again. The spade tip pressed more firmly against his cloaca, sliding inside in one smooth motion at the exact same, deep pace he was using on you. Stolas gasped sharply, hips jerking forward against your back as the tail fucked into him in perfect sync with Blitz’s thrusts into you.

“Fuuuck, yeah,” Blitz groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “That’s it. Both of you takin’ me. Look at that—my tail’s buried in bird brain’s pretty puss while I’m stretchin’ you open. Perfect fuckin’ perfect.”

You were trembling between them, overwhelmed by the dual sensation and the way they moved together. A needy sound slipped out before you could catch it.

Blitz smirked down at you, still rocking steadily. “Shit, listen to you. Eyes all glassy, breathin’ like you ran a FUCKING marathon.”

Stolas nuzzled into your neck, voice low and teasing between kisses. “Indeed, little star. You’re trembling so deliciously...”

You tried to quip back, voice shaky. “I’m not—ah—that worked up—”

Blitz barked a laugh, thrusting a little deeper on the next stroke. “Oh yeah? That’s FUCKING cute. Denyin’ it while you’re squeezin’ me like a vice. Real convincing, tits.”

Stolas hummed in agreement, his hold on your thighs tightening just enough to keep you perfectly spread. “My darling is quite the liar tonight. All flushed and breathless… making the sweetest little sounds every time Blitzy moves.”

Before you could protest again, Blitz’s eyes flashed with wicked amusement. “Keep her mouth busy, will ya? She’s gettin’ mouthy and I wanna hear moans, not SHIT TALKING.”

Stolas didn’t hesitate. He tilted your head back gently against his shoulder, beak capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against yours, elegant and insistent, swallowing every gasp and whimper as Blitz continued those slow, punishing thrusts. At the same time, his tail kept fucking Stolas in the same unhurried rhythm, drawing muffled, needy hoots that vibrated into your mouth.

Blitz watched the two of you kissing with dark, satisfied eyes, his free hand coming down to rub circles over your clit while he kept moving inside you. “There we go… much better. No more talkin’ back when you’ve got birdies tongue down your throat and my little red cock buried in you.”

The kiss broke only when you needed air, but Stolas immediately moved back to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat while his hands kept your thighs held open. Blitz leaned in closer, voice dropping lower.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight every time he kisses you. You like bein’ stuck between us like this?”

You could only moan in response, caught completely in their rhythm, their teasing words, and the overwhelming pleasure of both of them.

Blitz kept that same slow, deep rhythm, hips rolling steadily as his tail fucked into Stolas in perfect sync. The pleasure was overwhelming in the best way—every thrust pushing you higher, every teasing word from Blitz and every soft moan from Stolas making your head spin.

You and Stolas tried to kiss, but it quickly dissolved into nothing more than open-mouthed panting against each other’s lips. Hot breath mingled, tongues barely brushing as soft, desperate sounds spilled out.

Tears slipped down your cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all—too much sensation, too much of both of them surrounding you.

Stolas released one of your thighs, his hand sliding up gently. The soft pad of his talon brushed away a tear with exquisite tenderness, then stroked your cheek in slow, intimate little circles. “Shh, my darling… my sweet precious little star,” he murmured, voice thick but full of reverence. “You’re doing so wondrously, its alright let it out. We have you.”

Blitz’s thrusts grew a little harder, a little less controlled, his breathing ragged. “Fuck… you’re squ—gonna—ughh—shit, shit—” He buried himself deep one last time, groaning loudly as he spilled inside you, hot thick and pulsing. His tail gave a final, firm thrust into Stolas at the same moment.

The feeling of Blitz finishing inside you, combined with the relentless rhythm and Stolas’s tender touch, sent you tumbling over the edge again. You came with a broken whimper, body shaking between them.

It only took a few more moments—or what felt like moments—for Stolas and Blitz to follow. Stolas let out a long, trembling hoot, his cloaca clenching around Blitz’s tail as he came with shuddering breaths against your neck. Blitz growled low, hips stuttering through the aftershocks until all three of you were left panting and boneless in the enormous bed.

•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Blitz stayed buried inside you, breathing hard, while Stolas held you close. Both of them just looked at you—Blitz’s glowing eyes soft in a way he’d refuse to admit, Stolas’s four red eyes glowing with quiet reverence as they took in your flushed face, the way your chest rose and fell, the peaceful, spacey expression you wore.

Blitz finally shifted with a low grunt. “Shit…I'm gooood, she’s really out of it,” he muttered to Stolas.

He pulled out of you slowly and carefully, watching your face the whole time to make sure you didn’t flinch. A soft, incoherent mumble slipped from your lips as he withdrew, but you stayed floaty and relaxed. Blitz stared down at you.

Stolas pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, voice barely above a whisper. “She’s floating… perfectly darling.” He glanced at Blitz, four eyes warm. “I’ll run a bath, Blitzy. Stay with her a moment?”

Blitz nodded, Stolas carefully extracted himself and slipped off the bed, heading toward the bathroom. “SATAN'S TAINT, she's a FUCKING wreck. Bet she’s gonna be sore as SHIT tomorrow.” The crude words were Blitz's his usual shield—but Stolas could hear the fondness underneath.

Stolas paused in the doorway, watching Blitz for a few quiet seconds. A small, knowing smile curved his beak. He knew exactly what that look meant, even if Blitz would rather die than admit it out loud. He simply smiled wider and disappeared into the bathroom to prepare the tub.

Blitz stayed with you a little longer, then carefully tucked the blankets around your limp form, making sure you were comfortable and warm. Once he realized you were actually asleep, he pressed one last quick kiss to your forehead—quick enough that he could pretend it didn’t happen if anyone asked—and headed to the bathroom.

When Stolas returned a few minutes later, the tub was ready steaming, fragrant with starlight and sweet florals, lights dimmed low. You were mumbly now, in that floaty, spacey way.

As Stolas leaned down to scoop you up, your hand reached out blindly, searching, clearly expecting Blitz to be right there too.

“Blitz…?” you mumbled, voice soft and slurry. "Where's ... ? Bli—"

Stolas caught your wandering hand gently, bringing it to his beak and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Shh, darling. He’s right here. Rest now. We’ve got you.”

He lifted you effortlessly against his chest, your head lolling against his feathers as he carried you into the bathroom.

Blitz was already there—sitting in the water with his arms resting on the sides of the tub. Stolas lowered you gently into Blitz’s lap, your back against his chest, legs draping loosely over his thighs. The warm water enveloped you like a blanket, soothing every oversensitive inch of skin.

You were so close to unconscious, drifting in that soft, hazy space where everything felt distant and safe. Your eyes fluttered half-open now and then, but mostly stayed closed, body boneless and trusting in their hold.

Blitz’s arms came around you immediately, one clawed hand splaying protectively over your stomach while the other scooped water and let it trickle slowly over your shoulders.

“Fuck, look at her, lucky bitch” he muttered, voice low and crude but his touch impossibly gentle as he started rinsing you clean. “Still fucked out and floatin’.” He cupped more water, letting it cascade down your chest in slow, careful streams, washing away the evidence of the night with steady, thorough strokes. His tail curled around your ankle under the water, keeping you anchored.

Stolas climbed in, bracketing you between them once more. He took a soft cloth and lathered it with gentle soap, then began washing your arms and neck with slow, reverent circles. “So lovely even now, all soft and trusting in our arms. Let us take care of you… you’ve given us so much tonight.” he whispered, voice like warm velvet.

Blitz snorted softly, but his hands never stopped their gentle work—sliding the soapy cloth between your thighs to clean you with surprising care, muttering the whole time.

“Yeah, yeah, Hold still, tits—gotta make sure you’re all clean down here. Can’t have you wakin’ up sticky tomorrow.” His touch stayed light and attentive, thumbs stroking soothing patterns on your hips as he made sure you were clean.

Stolas hummed in agreement, his talons—so careful with their sharp tips—working through your hair with shampoo, massaging your scalp in slow, relaxing circles.

“Look Blitzy she’s alseep, how exquisitely trusting she is.” He tilted your head back gently to rinse, then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. One of his hands found yours under the water, lacing your fingers together while the other continued washing your back and sides with the warm cloth.

You didn't register the faint pinprick on your fingertip—Stolas took a tiny amount of your blood, barely noticeable, and set the small vial aside on the edge of the tub.

Blitz gave him a sharp look. “The FUCK is that for?”

Stolas’s voice was quiet, almost sheepish as he whispered back, still stroking your cheek with the pad of his talon. “To figure out what her Goetic bloodline is, Blitzy. I… I want to understand what she may need to expect. Protect her from the worst of it ... if we must.”

Blitz just grunted and went back to rinsing your legs with careful claws. “Whatever. Long as she’s okay.” His tail gave your ankle a gentle squeeze under the water, almost like reassurance.

•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•

They stayed in the bath until the water started to cool, taking their time—washing, rinsing, murmuring soft words and crude little comments in equal measure. Stolas kept up a steady stream of praise and feather-light kisses along your exposed skin. Blitz handled the more practical cleaning with blunt efficiency, his hands steady and warm.

When they finally lifted you out, you barely woke, body limp and content. Stolas wrapped you in a huge, fluffy towel first, drying you with gentle pats while Blitz grabbed one of Stolas’s silk shirts from the bedroom—an enormous thing that would swallow you whole. They slipped it over your head together, the fabric soft and smelling like Stolas—night blooming flowers, starlight and warmth. It hung down past your knees, sleeves draping past your hands, but it felt perfect.

“Looks ridiculous on her,” Blitz muttered with a fond scoff as he rolled the sleeves up on you. “But fuck if it ain’t cute.”

Stolas only hooted a laugh in agreement, lifting you again and carrying you back to the bed. They tucked you in the middle of the enormous mattress, sheets cool against your skin. Blitz slid in, pulling you against his side with one arm. Stolas took the other side, draping an arm over your waist and nuzzling into your hair with a contented trill.

—scissoring with Stolas on Blitz’s desk.

Y’all’s boyfriend had been gone foreverrrr! You and Stolas were beyond bored, too excited for the ‘fun night’ Blitz had promised earlier.

Ever shameless, Stolas suggests a head start on the ‘fun’ since a certain imp was running behind. And who were you to deny your pretty boyfriend?

“O-oh!” Stolas was loud as ever, prompting you to shove your tongue in his mouth so quiet him. “Y/n, it’s—“

“I know.” You whispered against his mouth. Your fingers gripped at his thighs, keeping them flush against his chest, while you basically sat on him like a chair and rode him.

The sounds of your combined slick was almost obscene, making even Stolas flush. But all he did was beg for more, fingers needily grabbing at any part of you he could reach.

“Please don’t stop, you’re making me feel so good, my love..” Stolas was gasping and whimpering, kissing at you messily yet lovingly. His hips were bucking up, feathers ruffled, pupils in the shape of hearts.

Obliging, your pace increased as much as it could without slipping off due to the mess between your bodies.

Just before Stolas was about to cum, the door slammed open, startling both of you.

Blitz just stands there for a moment, eyes a little wild and his tail flicking, darting his gaze over the scene in front of him.

“That is so fucking hot-“ Blitz groaned, a sound from deep in his throat, as the door swung shut. He prowled over to his desk, eagerly crawling on top to sit beside your and Stolas’ tangled up frames. “Keep goin’.”

You took the opportunity to lean forward and sloppily kiss Blitz, murmuring your appreciation for his return. Stolas complained a little— at least until Blitz leaned down (leaving you bent in half, chest against Stolas’) and kissed Stolas too.

Blitz gripped your hips tightly, massaging the skin, as he began to move you himself; fucking you over Stolas with mutters and growls of praise and filth.

“Look at the two of you..fuckin’ messy. Couldn’t wait for me, huh? Fuuuck..” Blitz’s tail coiled around your throat. “Ridin’ our pretty boy good?”

“Uh-huh. Making him feel sooo good.” You preen, glancing down to see Stolas’ fucked out face— though yours probably mirrored his. You left a kiss against the owl’s mouth for emphasis.

Stolas smiled dazedly, eyes barely able to peek open. He was close and the tingles of heat shooting up his spine made him arch.

You and Stolas each pressed a hand over the straining bulge in Blitz’ pants, squeezing and rubbing in time with each of your thrusts.

Blitz was unapologetically the loudest, cursing out how good the two of you were. Stolas matched his pitch, breathlessly babbling out praise and begs to cum. You made some pitchy noises here and there, but kept your mouth occupied so you could listen to your pretty boyfriends instead.

And when you all came? Genuinely sounded like a porno.

He sits down on top of the desk in front of you so he can face you as he speaks. “Well you know the thing I have with him?”

“Not exactly, it’s really fucking confusing.”

“Not that confusing. We use his little magic spell book-”

“His Grimoire.”

“Yeah that. We use that in order to have I.M.P. happen and everything. And I bring it back to him every full moon.”

“Yeah and where does the whole sex thing come in again?”

“Well it’s like. Uh. It’s like an exchange, you know. He lets us use the book, which is kind of a little bit very illegal but ya know he’s royalty he won’t get in trouble or something like that, I don’t know, and in exchange I have sex with him.”

“Like just once a month?”

“Like just once a month,” he repeats in confirmation.

“That is-”

“Fan-fucking-tastic, right?”

“Not exactly what I was gonna say. But sure.”

“Well it is. And guess what? Stolas wants you to… participate… in our activities.”

“Stolas what?”

“I told you! He wants you.” Blitzø smirks, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“What? No.”

His expression falls immediately. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean, you can’t just go offering sexual favors in my name! I’m not some fucking sex doll!”

“You said you wouldn’t get mad!”

“No I didn’t, you just asked me not to.”

“Look I didn’t offer it, he just asked for it!”

“Well then tell him no! I see this guy all the time for years and sure he’s hot or whatever but he’s so composed and polite and never shows any fucking ounce of interest and now he pulls this?”

“I mean you’re not awful to look at. Maybe he’s been thinking about it all this time. Maybe all those years he’s been jacking it off to you in his-”

“Well this is not the way to go about it.”

“He just told me to ask you. It’s supposed to be a ‘non-pressure ask,” He says, in air-quotes, “but, like, he’s a prince you know? And we need the book.”

“Does none of that sound concerning to you?”

“Not really,” he shrugs. “It’s just what I do.”

Your mind wanders to yourself a few years before and you wonder if it would be wise to accept a deal like this. You wonder, too, if you should talk to Ozzie before deciding on it, but then again… you kind of didn’t want to have that conversation. And would it be so bad to hook up with two hot guys and get something you needed out of it? You realize you were sounding just like Blitzø. Or just like… 

You shake the thought away. This was different. “What about us?” You find yourself asking.

“What about us?”

“How would we go about this? Isn’t it gonna be weird?”

“What? No way. We’re just gonna be friends who… sometimes… fuck the same guy… at the same time. And that’s it.”

“Is it… good? Like is it good at all with him or just like. A ‘get it over with to get what you want’ kind of thing’?”

Blitzø averts his eyes to the floor, hesitating before giving you an answer. “Best sex I’ve ever had. But don't go telling anyone that.”

“Well shit.”

“So, you in?”

“I... the full moon’s tomorrow, right? Can I… think about it?”

“As your boss? No. But as your friend… sure.”

“Wow. So caring of you.”

“Yeah yeah call me mother Talita or whatever.”

“Mother what?” You stifle a laugh.

“Mother Talita? You know, that… nun or whatever.”

“That’s Mother Theresa, dude. And she’s been down here.”

“Yeah well so am I.”

“Well, am I dismissed, sir?” You mock him, putting on a stupid accent, trying to ease the tension up.

“Sir, huh? I can work with sir.”

You smile. Has it been that long since that day you met?  

[. . .]

Millie looks confused when she opens her front door to find you on the other side of it later that day. Well, not day anymore, technically. A little later than that. And a little later than later, too. 

Alright, it’s the middle of the night and you’re sort of, kind of, panicking. A lot. 

“Y/N? E’rythin’ alright?” She yawns, clearly woken up by your knocking on her door.

“I know you were sleeping, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine. Something happen?”

“Not really. Well not yet.”

She raises an eyebrow, curious. “Come in, girl.” She walks you inside and the two of you sit down, facing each other, on the purple couch you always compliment her on. Moxxie comes out of their room, rubbing his eyes and barely awake. “Sweetie everything-“ he yawns. “Everything okay?” He doesn’t even register the fact that you’re there, eyes barely open.

“Yeah Mox. Y/n’s just here to talk.”

“Oh. Hey.” He finally fixes his eyes on you and gives you a little wave.  

“Hey Mox,” you wave back.

“‘S it a both of us talk or a Millie talk?”

“Millie talk.”

“Okay. I’ll be,” he vaguely points back to the room, his mind clearly still foggy from the sleep. You feel bad for waking them up like this, but it’s not exactly the first time something like this has happened, be it you showing up at their door at late hours to talk to either or both of them just like this, or one of them (both too, once) showing up at your place instead. “I’ll be right. There.” 

“Sure, Mox. You can go back to sleep now, alright? I’ll be right back,” Millie tells him with a fond smile, and he nods before walking back into the room, closing the door behind him to let the two of you talk. 

“Okay. Ya wanna tell me what’s going on now?”

“Blitz asked me to do something and I think I’m gonna say yes but I really don’t know if I should ‘cause it’s a little bit insane.”

“Oookay. What’d he ask ya to do?”

“Well not just him. Apparently- apparently Stolas-“

“The prince guy?”

“Yeah, the prince guy. Apparently he wants to make the deal they have like… a three person thing.”

“What?” She asks loudly, voice pitched up. 

“Yeah. And apparently he asked Blitz to ask me to participate tomorrow.”

“They want you to like… fuck ‘em?” She makes a crude gesture with her hands, trying to confirm she understood you right.

“… yeah.”

“Well shit!”

“I know!”

“And you wanna say yes?”

“Is it crazy if I do?”

“A little!  I get that you wanna fuck Blitz but you’re sure a threesome with this royal guy is the best way to do that?”

“Hey! I don’t wanna fuck Blitz!”

“Y/n. I love you. I love Blitz.” She pauses, trying to make a point. “You two wanna fuck so bad it’s painful to watch sometimes.”

“That’s not true! And we both agreed waaay back when we met that we wouldn’t. That’s why we’re such good friends!” You exclaim, as if what you’re saying is normal and even obvious.

“Again, I love you. Very much. But I don’t need to keep fighting some urge to fuck you so that we can stay friends, ya know. That’s not normal.”

You go quiet. The point she’s trying to make is fundamentally right, and so there’s really not anything you can say to dispute it. You know that. 

“That’s not the point here! I think I want to say yes, just see where it goes maybe. But what if we’re right? And then we fuck and things are weird and I’m just involved in this situation.”

“I think you’re giving it too much credit. Things could get a little weird but it’s not like it would fuck up your friendship.”

“You don’t think it would?”

“Not if you don’t let it. But I’m a little worried about the threeway part of it. This isn’t Blitz asking you out. You know that, right? It’s Stolas asking to fuck ya. Through him. He’s like. Just a part of it.”

“I know. And I don’t want Blitz to ask me out, by the way. Alright? And yeah obviously this feels a little weird. But the guy’s hot and I’ve always noticed that. And don’t tell him I told you this, like ever, but Blitz says he’s the best sex he’s ever had.”

“Blitz said that?”

“Yeah! I think I’m just curious.”

“Girl, you know what you wanna do already. I dunno why you even came here.”

“I want your opinion!”

“My opinion is you wanna do this so do it! But maybe don’t commit to like… a forever kinda deal ya know. Do it once and see whatcha think.”

“Okay. Yeah. That sounds… smart.”

“ I never said I thought it was smart, it’s dumb as shit!” 

[. . .] 

Blitzø was already in his office when you got to work. Well, obviously. You’d passed up on the carpool this morning, choosing to walk this time instead. What was weird, though, was the fact that the place was so oddly quiet at that time of the morning, when usually there would be some sort of argument between Moxxie and Loona going on, or some weird client explaining their whole life story to Blitz somewhere, or even Millie training in the middle of the office. 

Millie and Moxxie weren’t there, though. Strange. “Where’s everyone?” You ask Loona. 

“The two fuckfaces went up on their own.”

“Why?”

She shrugs. “Don’t ask me. Blitz told them to. Said he’d go for a different target with you when you got here.” 

“‘Kay. Thanks.”

You walk up to his office, knocking on the door. It was closed, which was also weird. He almost never left it closed unless he had a client in there, which Loona would’ve probably told you about. “What?” He yells from inside.

“It’s me.”

“Oh. Come in.”

You do. You open the door to find him sitting on his chair, hands behind his head and feet over the table. “So?” He asks, and you know he’s referring to your answer to what he proposed the day before. Alright, straight to the point then.

“D’you think I could go tonight and see how it goes? Before, you know, committing to the whole deal thing and all?”

“I mean I guess?”

“Tell him I’m doing that,” you assert yourself.

He doesn’t seem to have any complaints about it. Quite the opposite, in fact. “So… ya wanna get ready at my place? I can help you relax a little  before we go.” He grins, doing that stupid thing where he wiggles his eyebrows up and down. 

“Stop making things weird!”

“Learn how to take a joke, bitch!”

“Learn how to be funny, asshole!”

[. . .]

At home, you’re feeling nervous. What the fuck had you even gotten yourself into? What had gotten into Stolas to request you participate in the agreement anyway? You’d barely ever exchanged that many words in the times you’d seen each other throughout the years. 

Still, there you were, getting ready to fulfill his wishes.

Well, if you were doing this, you should dress to impress, right? You convince yourself that’s what you’re doing, but really you’re just trying to compensate for the anxiety by dressing nice and at least feeling hot. 

You smile at your reflection in the mirror: you look nice.  It’s been a while since you’ve gone out with anyone. Well, not that this was going out. It’s still been a little while since you've hooked up with someone, too, though. You sit down on your bed and grab your phone, noticing you got a text from Millie. 

mills: how u doin?

You send her a selfie as a reply. 

mills: DAMN U LOOK HAWT

you: thank u!! u really think so?

mills: duhh?? bur r u sure ur ok w this?

you: i think so

mills: thats not a yes

you: if i get uncomfortable ill leave promise!  right?

mills: right.  so. u finally getting it on w blitzzzzzzzz 😏😏😏😏

you: ew bye millie!!

mills: aw cmonnn

you: no!! bye!!!

No getting into that subject. Millie has been adamant about pointing out the sexual tension between you and Blitzø for ages now. And, just as you could admit the night before, it’s not that you don’t notice it, or even that you were in denial about it being there- you were denying any acting upon it. And it was working out great, in fact! It’s what made you two such great friends, right? And tonight you were throwing years of that self control out the window. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.

You tried not to dwell too hard on that, as there’s plenty of other things to think about at the moment, and you click out of Millie’s contact and on Blitzø’s instead. 

you: im ready can you come get me???

He takes a few minutes to reply.

blitz(n)o: ON MY WAY

[. . .]

“Shit” is the first and only thing he says as soon as he pulls up outside of your apartment complex, checking you out.

“What? Is it too much? I thought it was simple enough.” You look down at your outfit as you get in the car- a black tank top, lacy black bra peeking out, and simple, plain black shorts.

“No it’s simple. Pretty uh. Pretty simple,” Is all he says before turning his head to face forward, beginning to drive.

What did that fucking mean? “Okay.”

He changes the subject. “So! Ya ready for the time of your life?”

“I don’t think you understand how much I’ve fucked before.”

“I don’t think you understand how good I am.”

“Sure thing, Blitz.”

“Oh don’t act like you haven’t been thirsting for this dick for years now.”

“I most definitely haven’t.”

“That’s not what I hear.”

“And what do you hear?”

“What I hear is that my dick must be good.”

You cringe as you remember the moment. You were wondering when he’d bring that up again. Though you hoped he’d forget about it, you know him, and you know he wouldn’t. “Oh come on, that's low, it was a slip-up.”

“You said it though.”

“You can’t prove it.”

“I have witnesses!”

“Will you shut up?”

“Oh no, I’m gonna talk about this forever and ever and ever and ever and-“ 

“Shhhhh I wanna listen to some music,” you turn on the radio, trying to get out of the conversation, and tuning into one of the Wrath stations. You sing your hearts out to a few songs until you get to the palace, and then your mood immediately shifts- this is real. This is going to happen. It feels thrilling, but it feels weird, too. 

“Come on, we gotta get in through the balcony.”

“What?”

“What?”

“Why?”

“I- uh- cause… his wife. Well, ex-wife? Or whatever.”

“His wife’s here?”

“No, she leaves with his daughter when I come over.”

“So why would we get in through the balcony?”

“Well the servants!”

“He’s a prince, Blitz, can’t he do, like, whatever he wants?” 

“Look, we just gotta. ‘Kay?”

It doesn’t really seem up for debate, so… “Okay.” You follow him, and rather ridiculously climb up Stolas’ balcony, feeling like a fool. When you get up there, Stolas is sitting on his bed, tapping his foot, waiting for you. His eyes light up when he sees the two of you. 

“‘Sup, Stolassss?” Blitzø greets him.

“Hello Blitzy. Y/n,” he stands up to greet the both of you, immediately flustered over your presence. He's definitely never done anything like what you’re here to do ever in his life.

“Your Highness.”

“Oh, Please no, what have I told you? None of that.”

“Sorry. Old habits. Hi, Stolas.”

“That’s much better, darling. I like it when you say my name.” Oh.

“I brought her like I said I would, ya fucking perv,” Blitzø smirks.

“Uhm. I can see that, Blitzy.” He looks over to you. “Are you alright with this, dear?”

“Yes, I think.”

Stolas tilts his head to the side. “You think?”

“I’m not really sure why I’m here, honestly. You never really… showed any interest before.”

“My apologies, darling. Things were… a lot more difficult, then. But I have always noticed you.”

“I’m not that sure if I believe you, but-”

“Would you let me show you, then?”

Oh shit. “Yeah. Okay.” You nod, a little more enthusiastically than intended. 

“Hey I’m feeling a little left out here,” Blitzø complains, arms crossed over his chest. 

Stolas lets out a chuckle. “Is it alright if he joins us, dear?” He asks softly.

“Bitch I’m the one who actually knows her!”

“I am only checking in with her!”

“Let me check in with her!”

“Very well, then, go ahead!”

“It cool if we threeway?”

You let out a laugh at his wording. Ever a poet. “Sure.”

“Nice. See, Stolas?”

Stolas chuckles again, and sits down on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Blitzø follows, sitting down too, but leaving the spot between them empty. He signals for you to come sit with them. Blitzø leans down, pushing your hair out of the way so he’s granted access to your neck. As he begins kissing the spot right under your ear, Stolas grabs your hand, holding it in his. 

“Wait.”

They stop moving altogether. 

“What, can’t take it? We barely started!” Blitzø jokes. 

“It’s not that, asshole. Let’s just not get straight into it, yeah?”

“Shit, okay. You like to watch?” He grins, and you don’t have the time to respond before he lunges over at Stolas, grabbing him by the collar of his vest and pulling him into a hungry kiss. 

Stolas seems taken by surprise at first, but quickly lets himself get lost in it, wide eyes closing and startled expression relaxing. At first the kiss is only that- hungry. But as the moments go by you see it morph into something else- they look like two men starved, ready to devour each other whole. They move against each other aggressively, messily, over you, with Stolas cupping Blitzø’s jaw with both of his hands and Blitzø pulling hard on the feathers on the back of his head. Once in a while you can catch a glimpse into the way their tongues move against each other, desperate and careless, and it’s fucking hot. 

“Fuck,” you find yourself mumbling under your breath at the scene, unable to hide the way it’s got you all hot and bothered, and the two men pull away from each other, both out of breath. 

Blitzø smirks, very obviously enjoying the reaction they got out of you. “So. Like what you see?” 

You only nod.

“Wanna try it out?”

You nod again, slowly. 

“Use your words, dear,” Stolas urges you, and fuck it’s delicious.

“Yes.”

“Wanna put on a little show for birdy here?” Blitzø grins.

“Yes,” you repeat yourself. He’s so gonna give you shit for the way you’re acting right now after you’re done.

But right now he’s almost sweet about it. “Come here,” he tells you, expecting you to lean in. You do. 

Blitzo kisses you abruptly, with no time for you to think twice of it. He kisses you fervently, slowly, taking his time with this kiss that feels long overdue. Honestly, thinking back on it, it feels crazy that, with the sheer amount of sexual tension between you, you’d never even kissed before, despite the constant half-jokes about everything you half-seriously wanted to do to each other. It had always seemed like a line you shouldn’t cross- one you wouldn’t be able to come back from. And you suppose you were right: there was no way things could go back to normal after this. You could act like things were normal, but there was no way in hell you’d be able to forget whatever was about to happen. 

This was a problem for future you, though, because current you is busy enjoying every second of this.

He smirks into the kiss, and you can’t even get yourself to complain about his smugness like you normally would. Instead, you reach over around him, twirling his tail around on your pointer finger, hoping to get a reaction out of him. He lets out a kind of whimper you’d only ever heard animals make, clearly unprepared for that. You’d want to make fun of it, if only it didn’t sound so fucking hot and if only it didn’t seem so fucking enticing to have him whimper for you. You’re filled with the urge to make him do it over and over and over and over again, which sucks, because there’s no way you’ll be able to hold a normal conversation with him with those sounds to be remembered.  He pulls away from you, though, as soon as he catches himself making the noise. 

“Damnit, woman, gotta give a guy a warning!”

You shrug, half-apologetically, and the both of you turn to take a look at Stolas, who has his eyes open impossibly wide- all four of them. His mouth hangs open and there’s a very visible pink flush on his cheeks and it looks so damn cute and it’s making him look so very, very fuckable right now. 

“Was it a good show, Stolas?” You ask, trying to get a reaction from him.

Stolas can only get himself to nod slowly, as if lost in a trance. The look on his face makes you want to eat him right up.

“Well. Do I get a show?” Blitzø asks, and a surge of boldness rushes through you, pushing you to crawl your way onto Stolas’ lap, tracing your fingers along his face and his beak and looking up at him through your lashes in feigned innocence.

 “What do you think, Stolas? You think he deserves it?”

The prince gulps. It’s exhilarating- to have a fucking Goetia prince under you gulping in anticipation to have you. It’s been a while since you’ve let yourself feel this sort of power over someone. “I… believe it’s only fair,” he responds.

You nod in agreement, pleased, and pull him to you by the collar of his tailored vest. Kissing Stolas is obviously pretty different from kissing Blitzø, but different definitely isn’t bad in this case. It’s a lot more tongue, which makes sense. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been wondering what it was even like to kiss him, considering the, you know, beak. But his hands were planted on your hips and his tongue was moving against yours and he wasn’t desperate in such a way that rushed things too fast, but he was still so clearly eager with the way he kissed you like he’d run out of time that it got you stunned. Fuck, all thoughts that could still linger of this being a bad idea were getting thrown out the window by now- you’d deal with those later. 

“Okay okay I get it,” Blitzø complains, interrupting the moment by pulling you away from Stolas by your hair. It makes you freeze in place on the demon’s lap. Did he really just pull on your hair right now? You try to blink the shock right off your face, and maybe the fact that it might have turned you on for just a second, but it’s there long enough for Stolas, who’s staring at you with wide eyes, to notice- you can see it in his expression, like he was making a mental note of it, but he doesn’t mention it out loud. 

“That’s rude! What’d you do that for?” You scold.

“Oh, don’t tell me you don’t like it, I heard ya tell Millie you do. And the two of you got too many clothes on for a proper show.” You decide to brush off the first comment as to not freak yourself out- you know what conversation that came up in and you did not want to think about the fact that he’d apparently overheard it. Instead, you focus on the latter.

You look back at Stolas, who’s been awfully quiet since Blitzø’s interruption. So much for ‘using your words, dear’. “Actually I think so too. You agree, Stolas?”

“Oh my- fuck, yes!”

You and Blitzø share a look at the reaction, both grinning. 

Blitzo wants more, though- he wants to prove to you just how dirty Stolas is, how you should have believed him when he told you about it. “Come on, you can do better than that, Stolas. Don’t be shy now. Tell us what you want.”

“What I want?” 

You nod eagerly, encouraging him. 

Blitzø moves closer, settling on kneeling behind Stolas, voice dropping an octave as he coos at his ear. “You can talk to her like you talk to me. She ain’t no saint.”

“Really, Blitz?” You raise an eyebrow at the comment.

He looks up at you. “What? You’re the one already on his lap.” Okay, yeah, fair enough. 

“So? I can bring out the toys if you want. Just say the word, Stols.” Blitzø urges him. You take a mental note of the nickname to ask him about it at a later time. 

Stolas hesitates for only a couple seconds before describing the most dirtiest, filthiest ways in which he wanted to be fucked. You find yourself wanting to fulfill them all as he talks to you. “I want you to fill me up with your fingers. I want it so badly. I have fantasized about it. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this, for how long. Want to gag on Blitzy’s big cock, I want to hear you while he thrusts deep into you, you need to know how perfect it feels. I just want- I- I don’t know what I want, I- I-”

“Fuck.” Blitzo breathes out.

“Fuck.” You reapeat. Fuck, indeed.

A new sense of eagerness runs through you and compels you to move to unbutton the buttons on Stolas’ vest that you’re sure are all made out of real gold. Blitzø seems to be in the same line of thought as undoes his cape from behind him. Why was he even wearing the fucking cape for a scheduled hookup? Whatever, it just needed to be off, off, off. You both move at what feels like it could very much be the speed of light to undress him. 

Hearing what Stolas fantasized about had clearly turned the both of you on beyond comprehension, and every ounce of rationality was getting thrown out the window by the second. The clothes you’d taken off of him were blindly thrown somewhere in the room, leaving him only in his pants and underwear, and as much as you did want them off too, you didn’t have it in you to get up off of his lap yet. “Fuck, Stolas. Few months ago I wouldn’t have thought you had that kind of mouth.” You ground your hips against his, experimentally, trying to gauge his reaction.

He didn’t seem to be expecting you to do that, his hips betraying any tries he could make at seeming unbothered by it as they seemed to involuntarily thrust up to meet yours instantly. And then he fucking hoots. Incredible. He covers his mouth when he realizes the sound he made. 

“I told you. He’s a filthy fucking whore.” Blitzø says, still behind him. Stolas gulps at the insult. He likes it, you realize. 

You run a hand through the feathers on his chest, keeping the other on his shoulder, and you can feel him shiver under you. Blitzø keeps on, speaking in that low voice that wasn’t even directed at you anymore but still gave you chills, bringing his hands to pull Stolas’ down from your hips and on the mattress, on either side of him, trapping them firmly there. You get the idea- and it fills you with anticipation: if things keep going like this, you’re sure to have an utterly helpless Stolas between you. The image your mind conjures of it alone is already breathtaking enough to leave your mind foggy. You roll your hips against his again, and again, settling into a painfully slow pace just to tease him.  “What’s up with that, Stolas? The lady thought you weren’t even into her! Acting all polite and shit and then going home and jerking it to her. That what you were doing?”

Stolas doesn’t reply, and you could have mistaken that for him being uncomfortable, if only his body wouldn’t keep betraying him. Blitzø has learned how to use that condescending, mocking tone to get the prince going, having turned it almost into an art form at this point with the way he seemed to know exactly what to say and how to say it to tug on his strings.  He closes all four of his eyes, breathing growing more erratic as he grinds back up against you, pointlessly chasing what you purposefully simply won’t give him enough of. 

“It’s okay if you did, Stolas, baby. You can tell us,” you coo, as if taking pity on him. The truth is seeing him like this, all flustered and pathetic, was something you came to find out you enjoyed- very much so. 

He opens his eyes- only the lower ones- and stares at you with them wide. “Only- only sometimes.” 

“Oh, did you now? Poor thing! Did you hear that, Blitz?”

Blitzø lets out a mocking laugh from behind him, still trapping his hands in place. “So pathetic. I bet you jerk it to the thought of our last full moon too, don’t you, Your Highness?”

Stolas doesn’t reply, once again. You halt all movement at the lack of response, as you’ve come to realize teasing him is beyond fun. “Come on, answer him, Stolas.”

“I can’t help it.”

“I knew it. You’re a fuckin’ mess, Stolas! Look at your feathers all ruffled up. So pathetic. ‘S it the girl on your lap or the guy right behind you, huh?”

Stolas completely ignores him. “Your- your clothes. I’m the only one undressed here.. They should be off too,” he pleads, eyes closed once again. 

“Which one of us?” You ask.

“Both of you.”

“Oh.”

“Fine by me,” Blitzø shrugs, freeing Stolas’ hands from his grip and taking off his jacket, revealing a button up shirt and… are those suspenders? You restrain yourself from making fun of them so as to not ruin the mood. You’ll make fun of them later.  He takes the shirt off swiftly and begins to unbutton his pants, too.

“This what you want me to take off?” You inquire, pulling on one of the straps of the black top and tilting your head to the side. It’s pointless to ask, really, and you know that- there was only so much for you to take off, unlike the two freaks who were practically competing for the most clothing layers in hell. Truth is, you just want to make him say it. 

 “Yes,” he affirms, pulling at the hem of your top. “Please.”

You nod, pulling it over your head and discarding it somewhere on the floor next to the bed. You take your time, not missing the opportunity to make a little show of it. “Better?”

“So much.” He breathes out.

“Holy fuck I’ve always dreamed of seeing those,” Blitzø comments, staring profusely and unashamedly at your chest. You’re still wearing the pretty black bra you’d picked earlier, and you let out a genuine laugh at the reaction.

“Shut up- ” Whatever you were about to say next dies out as Stolas places a kiss on your collarbone with no warning. 

“What, you don’t think it’s true?”

“Oh, no, I believe you.”

“Cocky bitch.” 

“You- fuck-“ Stolas nips at a sensitive spot on your neck, just under your ear. “You asked, you pri-” you suck in a breath as he runs his tongue along your throat.

“Hey now, we’re trying to have a conversation here,” Blitzø scolds him. “They don’t teach you it’s rude to interrupt at prince school?” He mocks, and his tail ascends to Stolas’ neck, entailing itself around it and tugging on it. It pulls Stolas’s face away from your body and leaves him gasping for air, and, fuck, it’s hot. “Where was I?” He asks you nonchalantly, tail still squeezing Stolas’ throat just enough to make his breathing erratic. “Telling you how many times I imagined what it’d be like to bury my head in your sweet, sweet-”

“Pervert.”

“Joke’s on you, insulting me only turns me on more.” The spade of his tails lifts Stolas’ chin up, forcing him to rest his head back on Blitzø’s chest.

“Why does that not surprise me- will you quit staring at my boobs?”

“I mean it’s kinda hard when they’re like right there. And where’s that energy for the pigeon here? He hasn’t taken his eyes off ‘em since you took the shirt off. And he’s got four of ‘em.”

You look back down at Stolas, who not-so-gracefully makes a point of directing his gaze somewhere else. 

“You been staring, Stolas?”

“No.” It comes out breathy, the sound threatening to not even come out given the hold of Blitzø’s tail on his throat.

Blitzø scoffs.

“It’s okay if you were.”

“Hey!” Blitzø complains. “I’m being treated so unfairly here!”

You ignore him. “Did you get a good look?” You card your fingers through Stolas’ hair before caging his face in your hands.

“What do you mean-”

You pull yourself off his lap altogether and he whimpers at the loss of contact, immediately muttering out apologies for staring at you. You just can't believe how easy it is to make him so submissive, such a mess. 

“I’m not punishing you for staring, Stolas. I just think you got a good look already. Don’t you wanna take a good look at Blitz too?” Blitzø raises an eyebrow at you as you lock eyes, silently questioning where you plan on going with that. 

Stolas doesn’t have to be told twice, and turns his head, and only his head, to look at Blitzø , in almost a full 180° turn. It’s freaky, and not the sexy kind of freaky- scary freaky. 

“Geez don’t fucking do that!” Blitzø releases the demon from his own tail’s grip on his throat. “I was gonna let you move!”

Stolas whips his head back into place and turns his whole body to face Blitz this time. “Sorry. I got carried away.”

“Yeah I noticed.”

Stolas doesn’t look embarrassed by what just happened the same way you noticed he’d been when he let out the compromising noises earlier, and you chalk it up to a single reason- he’s too busy ogling at Blitzø’s almost naked body. You get up off the bed, walking to the other end of the room, where Blitzø had left his bag. Rummaging through the collection of sex toys he’d brought in it, you were positive you’d find what you were looking for somewhere in there- and you do.

“The fuck are you doing?” Blitzø calls out.

You wordlessly hold up the blindfold in reply, putting the other stuff back inside the bag before turning around to face them, only to see both men staring at you intently. “What?” You ask, walking back towards the bed. Was this like a wrong move, or something?

“You wanna use that?” Blitzø asks you.

“Well it’s not for not me, is it? It’s for Stolas.” You explain, casually, and said demon chokes on his own spit. 

“Me?”

“Well, yes. I think you’ve stared enough for now, haven’t you? You don’t think we can take care of you? Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

His cheeks burn a flaming pink hue again and you wonder once again if what you’re suggesting is actually welcome, your confidence faltering for a second. “Have you guys never used it? I thought-”

“Oh we’ve used it alright. I think the pretty bird here’s just a little overwhelmed. Is that right, Stolas?”

“You’re just… so forward, y/n.” It sounds like it’s a good thing, judging by the way he says it. You still want to make sure, though.

“Is that an okay thing?”

“An okay thing?” Stolas repeats, as if even thinking of questioning that is completely stupid. He crawls over to the edge of the bed, where you stood, and sits pretty on his legs with his back to you. “Please do it. I’ll behave, I’ll let you take care of me.”

Okay, green light. Very hot green light. 

“Oh, Stolas. I’m sure you will,” you place a kiss on the side of his neck, eyes locked on Blitzø’s as you do so. He, in turn, looks elated, eager for what he knows is coming next.. Whatever you were doing, it seemed you were on the right path, with both of them. You bring the soft black fabric over Stolas’ eyes, tying it up behind his head. Blitzø stares curiously at you when you make eye contact with him again. “You wanna play?” You ask, a devilish smile directed at him.

“Fuck yeah.” 

Silence takes over as Blitzø takes his time crawling over to Stolas on all fours, anticipation building inside all three of you by the second. He sits on his own legs, mirroring Stolas’ position, and places his hands on the prince’s knees, pushing his legs open. You can hear Stolas’ breath hitch. Blitzø moves closer now, kneeling between his legs and resting his hands on either of his thighs. Stolas immediately places his own hands on top of the imp’s and leans forward, trying to pull Blitzø into a kiss. Blitzø leans back and clicks his tongue in response. 

“Stolas I thought you just said you were gonna behave.”

“I am!”

“You’re not, though, are you? Do I have to spell it out to you? You don’t call the shots here. You touch me when I let you.”

“O- okay. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He retracts his hands, placing them by his sides once again.

“I don’t know, I’m not very convinced.” He looks up at you. “Think you can hold him for me, sweetheart?” He challenges. 

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” The words leave his mouth and go straight in between your legs. You can’t help the way it sends shivers up your spine. Blitzø turns his attention back to Stolas. “Come here, Stolas, let’s leave some room for the lady, huh?” He gets into a sitting position and pulls Stolas onto his lap in such a quick motion it makes him gasp.

You kneel on the bed behind Stolas and look up expectantly at Blitzø. As much as Stolas isn’t calling the shots here, neither are you, you realize.

“Now let’s try again, shall we?”

Stolas nods and Blitzø finally pulls him into a kiss once again, hands firmly planted on his hips. You can hear their moans as they make out in front of you, the sinful noises filling the room, and if this were a scene in a movie you’d be replaying it nonstop. Their tongues dance against each other in pure, lewd, lust, and you’re so entranced by it that you almost miss Blitzø’s hand snaking itself down Stolas’ pants. The demon on his lap jumps in surprise, the hands he’d so obediently been keeping to himself involuntarily flying to Blitzø’s biceps. 

Blitzø immediately retracts his own hands from Stolas’ body entirely, and Stolas mutters what you think is a ‘fuck’ as he realizes what he did wrong. “It wasn’t fair, you didn’t warn me-”

“Nuh-uh, I gave you another chance already, Stols. I think you need to be taught some manners.” He looks up at you and signals to Stolas, and you blink a couple times before you catch onto what he wants you to do. 

You lean in closer, your front now flushed to Stolas’ back, and reach to grab his hands- one with your own and the other with your tail. Bringing them both to his back, you bind them with the tail, securing them together. It leaves your hands free, and you take the liberty to grab Stolas’ hair and pull on it, forcing him to lift his chin up, making him let out a shaky breath. Blitzø didn’t ask you to do that, but you’re sure he’ll appreciate it. You sure are.

“Now we’re talking. Can’t disobey now that you’re being held back, can ya?”

“I’ve apologized-”

“Ah-ah-ah. We’re past that already. And I don’t think you really are sorry. Ya wanna know what I think? I think you want to be held back. I think you want to be helpless.” 

Stolas takes a gulp instead of responding.

“Let's see if this way you’ll behave like a good little slut, huh?” Blitzø grabs Stolas’ face with both his hands and pulls him into a kiss that isn’t just desperate, but brutal this time around. Stolas’ little moans are delicious, and you watch over his shoulder as Blitzø snakes a hand inside his pants again. Like the last time, Stolas tries to move his hands, but your hold on his wrists restrains him from doing so. “I still feel like you’re wearing so much. Don’t you think we should take this off?” He pulls on the waistband of Stolas’ pants.

“Please do.”

Blitzø grins and looks at you. “I don’t know… What do you think, y/n? Think he deserves it?”

You lean down to whisper in Stolas' ear. “You think I should tell him you’ve been trying to move?”

“No. No, I won’t do it again. I swear.”

“Yeah, I think we could put him out of his misery.”

“If you think so,” Blitzø pulls on the waistband of Stolas’ pants and underwear again, prompting the prince to lift up his hips so they could be taken off, leaving him completely exposed. You find your position a shame right now, only able to see what you can over his shoulder, and decide you just have to switch it. You let go of your tail’s grip on Stolas’ wrists and let your hands off his hair, moving to kneel by Blitzø’s side, now able to see the whole picture, and it’s a sight to behold, Stolas’ naked body on top of Blitzø’s, his eyes - all four- hidden by the silk fabric.

“Holy shit.”

“What, couldn’t contain yourself?” Blitzø mocks.

“I’m the one who’s new to this.” 

“Oh yeah! You are! You wanna give her a proper show now, Stolas?”

“Yes! Yes.”

“You can touch me this time.”

“Oh thank fuck-” Stolas mutters out and immediately wraps his arms around Blitzo’s neck. He ruts his hips against his once, tentatively, trying to gauge any sort of response now that he’s been granted permission to. When Blitzø meets his thrust, he lets out a relieved sigh, and begins to grind onto him in a crescending rhythm, finally able to get some friction in his own accords. 

The second Blitzø starts purring, you’re done for. You don’t even really think before your lips are on his neck, and your hand rests on his chest, and his lips meet Stolas’ as they keep their pace against each other, and in a matter of seconds it all becomes a mess of entangled limbs and breaths and lewd noises. 

Your lips graze Blitzø’s earlobe for a second and one of his hands comes flying off of Stolas’ hips to your hair, pushing your head back down. “Do it again,” he demands, eyes closed and breathless, and you oblige, kissing up on the side of his neck until you get to his ear again, biting lightly on it, causing him to instinctively pull on his grip in your hair, and making you let out an involuntary moan directly to his ear. He thrusts up hard against Stolas at the noise, the purring growing louder. Stolas yelps at the change in pace, fast, brutal and utterly dirty now. “Come on, Stolas, you can give me one before we get more far.” 

Stolas’ face scrunches and you almost think he’s going to correct Blitzø’s grammar before he simply nods, ignoring it and leaning further so his forehead meets Blitzø’s, and it actually looks sweet. There’s no time for being sweet. 

You grab Stolas’ face, roughly pulling him to face you, and his movement falters. “Don’t stop, Stolas. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You nod, pleased, squeezing his cheeks until his mouth is forced open and pulling him into a torturing kiss, slow and sensual and downright vulgar. A promised, he doesn’t stop his pace against Blitzø, who meets him with equally eager ruts of his hips, but doesn’t look nor sound nearly as fucked out as he does. Blitzø presses two of his fingers directly to Stolas’ hole, and, though he doesn’t insert them or even move them, the friction from it in between their bodies as the moved in sync seemed to be enough to turn Stolas into an even bigger mess, mouth parted as he let out the most impossibly filthy, delightful  noises, barely able to kiss you back properly. 

“I’m going to- I’m- Please, please, please, let me-” he’s so gone you’re not even sure he can register what he’s saying, how he’s begging. And he’s begging for permission, you realize. 

“You make the call,” Blitzø tells you. “Think he deserves it?”

“I’m not sure,” you taunt. “You think you’ve been a good boy for us, Stolas?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything!”

“Good, good boy. You can cum, Stolas. Can you cum for us?”

Stolas nods furiously, pace increasing to be impossibly more desperate, and you watch in awe as Blitzø inserts two of his fingers inside his hole, going back to thrusting into him right after. The noise of his fingers moving inside of Stolas, along with the breathy moans he’s letting out, is so pornographic it makes you blush- Stolas is so fucking wet that Blitzø has no issue inserting them entirely inside, though he’s still careful with it, curling it up in such a way it has Stolas letting out an animalistic screech. You can see he’s just on the verge of finishing, and decide you can put yourself to good use to help, snaking your tail up to his neck and wrapping it tightly around it, now aware that he likes that, but still in such a position that you can have a clear view when he cums- and oh, when he cums! 

The wet noises fill the room along with Blitzø’s grunts and Stolas’ utterly sinful moans, in sync with the way their hips meet and Blitzø’s fingers go deeper and deeper inside him each time. The sight is glorious, from Stolas’ semblant of pure ecstasy to the way he drips onto Blitzø’s fingers, hips faltering more and more as he loses himself while the orgasms hits him, leaving it for Blitzø to pump his fingers inside him a few more times so he can fully ride it out. 

You retract your tail from his neck as he rests his head on Blitzø’s shoulder, jumping up at the stimulation when Blitzø moves to retract his fingers from inside of him. Blitzø wordlessly offers them to you, and you silently open up your mouth, tongue out and all, so that he can place them inside. You run your tongue over his fingers, coated with Stolas’ fluid, looking at Blitzø through your lashes. You give them kitten licks, enjoying the way he seems affected by the sight. “Suck, bitch,” he demands, and you don’t even have the willpower to determine if you care about the name-calling or not, only doing as he says and sucking his fingers dry obediently. He looks pleased by it. “Ya hear that, Stolas? She’s tasting you on my fingers like it’s her last fuckin’ meal. Bet you wish you could see that,” he mocks, and Stolas shudders at the thought. You pull away with a soft ‘pop’, licking the remnants of the liquid from your lips. 

“Don’t be mean, Blitz,” you coo, moving to untie the fabric in the back of Stolas’ head. He takes a couple seconds to lift his head up from Blitzø’s shoulder, eyes slowly opening to take in the view of the two of you. He blushes slightly, and his eyes travel down to where his groin meets Blitzø’s, gulping at the sight of his cum all over Blitzø’s underwear. He’s sure he’s ruined it, but doesn’t have the heart to care. He can just buy him a new one. 

“Are you alright, Stolas?’ You ask him, softly, as he comes back to his senses. 

“Yes. Yes, thank you, thank you.”

Blitzø smirks. “So, Stols. Anything, huh?”

“I- uh-” Stolas stumbles over his words, embarrassment washing over him now that he’s come down from chasing his high. “I-”

“Are you backing down, Your Highness?”

“Don’t call me that,” Stolas scolds him. “And I still don’t know why I am the only one undressed.”

“Cause it’s fun,” you chime in, chuckling at his expression. 

“You a pussy, Stolas?”

“No- I’m- will you not call me that?”

“If you stop acting like one.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Now that’s more like it.” He grins, pleased. “You’re gonna eat her out, and I’m gonna watch.”

“What?” You’re the one to ask. 

“What, don’t think I didn’t see your thighs pressed together while you watched us. I could bet you so much money that you’re dripping wet just from watching.”

“I-” You glance at Stolas, who has his head tilted to the side as he watches you. He looks curious. “Okay.”

“Good fuckin’ girl. Come on, Stolas, don’t be shy!” Blitzø pulls you to lie down with your head on one of Stolas’ fancy silk pillows, and you feel anticipation bubbling inside you. 

Stolas crawls to kneel right by Blitzø’s side, facing your legs. His eyes wander from you to Blitzø to you to Blitzø, as if unsure where to begin. And apparently he is. “I don’t- I don’t know how to- what should I do?”

“You never eaten a woman out before?”

Stolas ashamedly nods his head no. 

“Didn’t you have a whole ass wife?”

“Well, yes, but we barely ever-” oh. 

“Okay, well, good thing I’m kind of an expert,” Blitzø grins confidently and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at it. “Ya wanna learn something new today?” 

Stolas nods feverishly. 

“Okay, well, change of plans, tits,” Blitzø tells you, crawling over to be at face level with you, his body fully on top of yours, weight held up by his hands on either side of your head. “That alright?” He lowers his voice again, staring deeply into your eyes. You’re beginning to suspect he could ask you to do anything in that voice and you’d do it, no questions asked.

You take a gulp. “Yes.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” he whispers, before capturing your lips on his roughly. This time around the kiss doesn’t start slow, or tender, or anything remotely wholesome. It’s obscene and hungry and feels so, so right. He leaves his weight for his left arm to support as, lips still linked with yours, tongue still dancing against your own, he descends his right hand to squeeze your right breast over your bra, and you feel him open a smile against your lips when he manages to make you suck in a harsh breath at the feeling of it. He massages your breast roughly over the piece of clothing before he tugs the bra cup down, thumb and pointer finger promptly taking hold of your nipple and rolling it between them. He pulls his face away from yours and halts his ministrations altogether, much to your dismay, to take a look back at Stolas. “You watching?”

“Of course.”

“Good. You see how you don’t just jump straight into it? Not that you can’t, but it takes the whole experience up a notch to start with some kissing, some touching, some squeezing,” he wiggles his eyebrows at the last part and makes a point of squeezing your boob once again.

“And what makes you so sure you’re doing it right?” You challenge him. You know he knows you’re only doing it to tease him, but whatever gets him back on you, even if only to prove a point. Blitzø fucking loves proving a point.

“Good question. Let’s see, shall we?” He lets go of your bra, letting it cover you again, and begins trailing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your ears, your neck, your throat. He pays extra attention to your collarbone before supporting himself up and shifting his weight to his legs, straddling you. He places his hand back on your right boob this time, kneading it over your bra once again, and tugs down on the other bra cup, exposing your left. 

He dives right in with no warning. You’re given no time to expect it before he’s licking at you messily, your nipple hardening immediately at the contact. The cool air of the room hits the spit that now covers it as he pulls away and intensifies that feeling even more. You breath hitches. 

He takes it a sign to keep going, which it is, and encloses his lips around it, sucking like his life depends on it, and holy fuck it feels good. The moans you’re unable, and honestly don’t care enough about anymore, to contain, incite him to alternate between sucking and licking at your nipple, other hand busy massaging your other breast at a matching pace and tail caressing the inner of your thigh, though that you’re not sure is intentional. It turns you on, nonetheless. Only after a while of it is he sufficiently satisfied before feeling like he needs to continue his ‘lesson’. He lets his teeth graze and slightly pull at your nipple as he pulls away. “Yeah I think I’m doing it right,” he boasts.

“Oh fuck you.”

“Ha! Not yet! I’m teaching Stolas how to eat some pussy first, would you mind?” 

You roll your eyes. 

“Okay, we could give some more attention to the boobies-”

“Ew, Blitz! What the fuck?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t say fucking boobies!”

“It’s what they are!”

“You’re so fucking-” your words get caught on your throat when his tail wraps itself around your upper thigh, squeezing it tight enough to hurt just a bit. It feels good. “Fuck. Insufferable.”

“Can you let me finish? Ha. Finish. Anyway, we could keep on giving some more attention up there, but the lady seems really impatient, doesn’t she? So we can always just go back to that later.” Tail still wrapped around your upper thigh, he moves around from straddling you to opening your legs to make way for him to kneel between them. Wordlessly, he leans back down to kiss at your stomach, and his hands fly to the waistband of your shorts. He tugs on it and asks for confirmation that he can take it off, doing so as soon as he gets it. You lift up your hips to help him out and he discards the piece of clothing by purposefully throwing it directly at Stolas, who looks stunned by it for a second. 

You’re sure Blitzø’s next step is to just get to taking your panties off, but, instead, he wraps his hands behind your legs, pushing you to fold them and plant your feet to the mattress, and leaves small bites all over your inner thighs. Your breathing quickens as he gets closer and closer to where you simply need him at this point, but doesn’t get to it. You're torn between yelling at him to just get to it and just enjoying what he’s doing, however torturing it feels. You’re not torn anymore when he gives a rather harsh bite, tugging on the soft, plush skin of your thigh, sure to leave a mark, and decide on your first option. “Will you please get to it already, you fucking-” He knows you were about to insult him, and makes sure to shut you up just before you can, licking a stripe over your panties. “Shit. Yes.”

“The two of you really need to learn some fucking manners, you know? Have some fucking patience!” He scolds, and he tugs on the thin band of the lingerie with his pointer fingers, pleased with how you immediately respond with furious nodding, urging him to just fucking take it off already. He slides the underwear off your legs slowly as he keeps his words directed at Stolas. “Now if you’ve been doing things right, by the time you’re taking the panties off, she should be wet.”

“Not true for everyone,” you quip, and gasp in surprise when he grazes two of his fingers against your entrance, collecting the wetness and bringing them up for Stolas to inspect. It almost makes you want to die of embarrassment. 

“True for you, though. You ready for the best head of your fuckin life?”

“Highly doubt it.” 

He only sends you a smile, clearly confident, before lowering himself, hands parting your thighs further and wasting no time before licking a long stripe up from your hole to your clit, sending shivers through your spine. You let out a moan. It fuels him on, and he does it one, two, three times again before his tongue focuses solely to your clit, rolling it out in circles a few times. Your hands instinctively go to his head, taking hold of the base of his horns. What he’s doing feels good, but you know it can feel even better, so you guide his head to signal what you want- “Up and down.”

You’re not sure what his response to the demand will be, if he’ll scold you for telling him what to do, but he seems pleased to have you voicing exactly what you want. 

He pulls away for a second to comment on it. “That’s it, babe, tell me what you want.” He latches his mouth to your clit again, sucking on it a couple times before releasing it to go back to flicking his tongue at it, up and down this time, just as you urged him, and the feeling of it is heavenly. You assume.

You can feel a faint sign of your orgasm building inside of you as he keeps on for who-knows-how-long, and so it’s beyond frustrating when he pulls away altogether. 

“No! What the fuck?” 

“Hey, chill out! I gave a little demonstration, now we should let Stolas practice, shouldn’t we?”

As much as you want Blitzø’s mouth on you again, you don’t deny the suggestion, for Stolas is looking at you in such a mix of curiosity and hunger that it makes you crave his mouth on you too. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Stolas asks you, nervous. “Perhaps I’m not the most qualified to-”

“I’ll guide you, Stolas. Please?”

He only nods, taking Blitzø’s place between your legs. He stares, and it takes a lot of willpower not to close your legs at that. You remind yourself he’s curious, not judging- not only has he never gone down on a woman, the only woman he ever had sex with didn’t exactly have the same anatomy as you did. 

“There’s no clothes to take off anymore,” Stolas points out, nervous, as he runs Blitzø’s ‘demonstration’ on his memory again. 

Blitzø laughs. “That’s true. You just gotta dive right in. Long as it’s fine with the lady. Is it?”

“Yes.” You feel a little ridiculous in this position, being the object of some sort of sex lesson or whatever the fuck this had turned into, but, as soon as Stolas’ mouth is on you, Blitzø’s hungry eyes staring at the scene, it clicks that he wants to watch the two of you much rather than to genuinely be teaching Stolas anything. 

Stolas’ mouth is careful on you and his hands are unsure. Blitzø comes up behind him to place them on your waist, and the prince quickly gets the sign to grip at your sides. You’re surprised when he pulls your body down to him, pressing you to his mouth forcefully as he messily licks at your clit, reminding himself of the up and down motion you’d guided Blitzo into. You want more, more, more.

“Holy shit, Stolas, I want it inside. Please, please, please,” you plead, neverminding the fact he might be confused by the request. It doesn’t even cross your mind as you’re in the middle of it.

Stolas pulls away to turn and look at Blitzø, a silent question of ‘what the fuck does that mean?’ in his semblant. 

Blitzø lets out a laugh. “Your tongue, Stolas. She wants it inside her.” 

“Oh. Is that right, dear?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes-” he wastes no time in doing as he’s told- Stolas is very good at that, it seems. 

He gives your clit a kitten lick before slithering his tongue into your hole and, fuck, fuck, fuck, this is exactly what you wanted. He flicks it inside of you blindly and you can’t help but fuck yourself against it, thrusting against his mouth repeatedly to help him find a rhythm. It feels so good you feel that same feeling bubbling inside you again, your orgasm beginning to creep up again. It stays that way, though, and you realize what you want might be too much to ask of Stolas just yet. “Blitz?”

“Hm?” He’s watching the way you fuck yourself against Stolas’ face intently, barely registering the fact you’re speaking to him.

“Blitz. Your- your fingers.”

“What, birdy not good enough for ya?”

“It’s not that, I want- I want both of you.”

“Oh, shit. Yeah. Yeah I can do that. Scooch over, Stols.”

Your legs are opened impossibly wider, and Blitzø squeezes himself besides Stolas, who looks lost now. “What should I do?”

“Keep eating her out, yeah? Only difference is I’m gonna be fucking her with these while you do it,” he holds up his hand, wiggling his fingers in the air. Stolas blushes at the implication of what’s to happen and Blitzø runs his thumb over your clit in an achingly slow pace before one of his fingers finds its way into your entrance, wet enough now that it doesn’t hurt, but he does it slowly, still, curling it around for a moment before checking in with you. “Y’alright?”

You hum in confirmation.

“Gonna give you another one, alright?”

“Please just fucking put it in, Blitz.” 

He doesn’t make any funny remarks at that, only doing as demanded. He inserts a second finger, and this time around it feels like you need a few more seconds to adjust to it, which he gives you. He curls both of them up tentatively, without moving them from their place, and is pleased with the coarse moan he manages to get out of you. 

Stolas takes the noise as a cue to dive right in once again, licking at your clit ferociously. The stimulation feels so undeniably amazing you feel your senses tune out. Blitzø begins a slow pace as he pumps his fingers inside you, curling them up ever-so-slightly, and Stolas matches his rhythm as he gives your clit the attention it so desperately needs, and you faintly register yourself making noises so unhinged they barely sound like you, the knot in your belly threatening to come loose. 

And then Blitzø lowers himself up and suddenly they’re making out, with each other, with your cunt, all the while Stolas’ fingers claw harshly at your thigh and the pace at which Blitzø’s fingers move inside you picks up, with him choosing to pump only deeper and deeper inside you instead of pulling his fingers out to insert them back in, and then it all fucking explodes. 

The mix between a moan and a scream that you let out could be a sound effect on one of those freakin’ Angel Dust movies. 

Blitzø is quick to take his fingers out of you and suck on them as soon as he’s made sure you’ve ridden down your high, and Stolas laps up at the remaining fluid that gushes out of you.

“Holy fucking shit,” you mutter out under your breath, chest heaving up and down. 

“Is that a good thing, dear?’ Stolas asks, and you can see he’s fighting a smile.

“Asshole. I know you know what an orgasm is like.”

“Well now I’m fucking hard,” Blitzø says, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to take a look at him. He is. His black underwear, stained with Stolas’ cum on the front, looks impossibly tight. 

“What’s that you said about wanting me to feel how perfect his dick feels inside me again, Stolas?”

“Oh, you want-” You take Stolas by the hand and pull him out of the bed with you, pushing him against the nearest wall before turning around with your back to him. 

You lock eyes with Blitzø, still sitting on the bed, confused as ever. 

He gets up off the bed, now standing, but doesn’t move towards the two of you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Well, what I’m planning doesn’t exactly sound the most comfortable lying down.”

“What are you planning?”

You tug at the back of your bra. “Can you take this off for me, Stolas?” His fingers fly to undo it and you let the piece of clothing fall to the floor in front of you, now entirely exposed. “Aren’t you coming?”

Blitzø wastes no more time, walking over to where the two of you stand in a hurry, taking his underwear off in his way, and your eyes widen at the sight of him completely naked in front of you. Fuck, you need, need, need him inside of you.

“How do you want me?” He asks, and you realize he’s sort of gotten the gist of your plans. 

Your turn around, facing Stolas again, body flushed against his. “Oh we’re recreating Stolas’ fantasy right now. Isn’t that what you asked for, Stolas?” You raise a hand to caress his cheek.  “I think you said something about me filling you up with my fingers? Is that so?”

“Yes,” he agrees, anticipation visible in his face as your other hand descends over his body slowly, knowing what’s coming next. You stop just before you reach his hole to tilt your head back on Blitzø’s shoulder. 

“Then he said something about how perfect you feel inside of him, that I just had to know what it feels like. Didn’t he?”

“Fuck. Fuck, you want me to-” Blitzø doesn’t finish his sentence, voice dying out at the proposition. 

“What, cat got your tongue now? Are you a pussy, Blitz?”

“Fuck, no.”

“Prove it then,” you tell him, before averting your attention back to Stolas, finally letting your fingers graze against his entrance. He hoots again, the second time the whole night, and you smile at it. “Look at me, yeah? Gonna give you what you want.” You press your middle finger into his hole and he sighs. You decide to take it slowly for now, circling around his answer, barely a knuckle in, teasing him to your heart’s content. 

The grin you sport is quickly wiped off your face as Blitzø parts your legs further apart with his foot and flushes his front to your back, aligning his dick with your hole, and you suck in a sharp breath in anticipation. “You ready?” He asks you, and, with a nod from you, he pushes himself in, inserting just his tip inside of you slowly, giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper, to youself really, as the uncomfortable feeling of the intrusion turns into an uncomfortable feeling of needing more. 

“Right away,” he tells you, as if you’d been talking to him, and pushes his whole shaft in at once. Not forcefully enough that it hurts, but fast enough that he’s now fully buried inside you. He relishes in the gasp you let out and asks if he can move.

“Yes, yes, yes-” he begins moving, fucking you from behind at a torturingly slow pace, making sure to bury himself deeper and deeper with each calculated thrust. You insert your finger further inside of Stolas, whose voice gives up on him, inaudible gasps coming out as you match Blitzø’s rhythm in yourself. 

Blitzø isn’t exactly known for his patience though, and so it doesn’t take long for his pace to grow more erratic. The end of his tail entangles itself with yours and he holds your hips firmly, pulling them against his. You insert a second finger into Stolas, pressing them in deep, and he grabs your head with both his hands, shoving your face against the fluff of his chest.

“Fuck I knew you had to be nasty, but this? Shit, this is like combining every wet dream I ever fuckin’ had,” Blitzø mumbles as he fucks into you. 

“It’s his wet dream,” you let out, referring to Stolas, whose chest muffles your voice slightly, and you make a point out of curling your fingers up, making the prince let out a sinful moan.

“Oh and you’re not enjoying this?” Blitzø fucks deeper into you, harsh thrusts meant to prove a point. 

Suddenly, Stolas leans forward, over your shoulder, and pulls Blitzo into a bruising kiss that’s meant to shut the imp up. It works. Blitzø’s hips falter slightly for a moment as he gets used to the change, but he adjusts quickly to it. It’s so incomprehensibly hot, the way they make out over you, their moans meddling with each other’s, the way they pant, the way you can feel they’re as into this as you are. 

Blitzø pulls away from Stolas and his mouth goes directly to your collarbone, biting at it, as Stolas sucks at your neck at the same time. 

“Harder,” you plead, as you can feel the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching once again, and the feeling of it coils inside you in such a way that you know it’s going to hit you hard, and you chase your release blindly.

Blitzø smiles against your neck as he complies, fucking into you so impossibly harder, every roll of his hips so deliciously deep it could make you delirious with how perfectly he’s now managing to hit that sensitive spot inside of you. Just as before, you make sure your fingers hit Stolas just as deep, matching Blitzø’s now brutal pace, and the prince trembles against you, clearly close. Blitzø himself can’t even keep pretending he’s as unbothered as he’d like, seemingly also in a borderline delirious state as he aggressively thrusts against you, cursing over and over again under his breath.

“Fuck. Gonna cum, gonna cum-”He finishes first, and he does so with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you as he fills you up. You can feel his legs trembling, but he doesn’t let up his pace until he hears you call out for him.

“Shit. I’m so close- Please-” It must have taken all his willpower, but he ups his pace to match the way he’d been moving earlier, fast and hard, and, suddenly, you’re cumming. Not even just that, you can feel the liquid gush out of you as you squirt, cum dripping down your thighs and coating Blitzø’s cock, and the scream you let out pushes Stolas over the edge right after, too, and you let him fuck himself onto your fingers for a long as he needs to ride out his orgasm. 

It leaves all three of you a panting, gross, sticky mess, no sound emitted other than heavy breaths, chests heaving up and down as you come back to reality. 

You pull your fingers out of Stolas carefully, and he whines at the loss. Blitzø pulls himself out of you as well, and you bite down on your lip as to not do the same. Tasting Stolas on your fingers is exhilarating, and has you wishing you could go down on him. Later, maybe, you think to yourself, as you realize all of you seem to spent, too fucked out to jump right into another round. 

Coming down from your high to the silence that follows has you wondering if you should say something, do something, but leaves you stuck in place, as you have no idea what they usually do when they’re done. In hindsight, you probably should have asked Blitzø earlier- are you even allowed to stay any longer, to provide any sort of aftercare, or do you just clean yourselves up, get dressed, and leave? You don’t want to make things awkward by being the person to ask ‘what now?’ or something of the sort, so you wait for one of them to take the lead.

Stolas thankfully does. “We should get ourselves cleaned up.”

He leaves towards some other door inside his already gigantic room, and Blitzø immediately follows. You stay where you are, feet planted to the floor. Blitzø’s head appears in the door frame. “You coming?”

“Where?”

He utters no word as he walks up to you and drags you along with him into what you realize is a huge, beautiful bathroom. There’s a bathtub in the middle of it, the myriad of candles that surround it the only source of light in the room, and it somehow seems as if it’d just been drawn, steam coming out of the water, which made no sense. 

“When did you- how-”

Stolas laughs at your confusion. “I have got some spells under my sleeve, darling.”

Blitzø groans in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, now will you conjure me the fucking thing?”

Stolas’ smile falters for a fraction of a second before he agrees. “Of course, Blitzy, dear!” With a wave of his hand, a fucking shower materializes in a corner of the room. 

“Are you getting in?” Stolas asks you, motioning to the bathtub. He notices the confusion in your face. “Blitzy doesn’t like baths.”

“So you conjure him a fuckin’... magic shower or whatever whenever he comes over?” What the hell. 

“Well, yes. It’s not half as difficult as it sounds, trust me.” He slips into the bathtub, humming at the welcoming feeling of the hot water. “Do you enjoy baths?”

“Um. Sure. Yeah.” You glance at Blitzø for a moment, not missing the eye roll at the conversation. Oh, whatever. 

You get in, and Stolas promptly settles into washing your hair, because what even is reality? It feels nice, though you do wish Blitzø would share the moment with the two of you. You understand why he won’t, but tell yourself it’s fine, and you really want it to be, because the feeling of it is just nice, different from most times you’ve been intimate with anyone. No one’s ever drawn a magical bath for you and offered to wash your hair after sex before, that you’re sure of. 

When you’re all half-dressed again, you prepare yourself to bid Stolas goodbye and leave, only for Blitzø to be the first to launch himself back on Stolas’ bed, sprawling over it. Were you staying the night? 

What a weird fucking man. Can’t take a bath together after fucking you senseless but invites himself to stay over? In what realm is the latter less intimate? Still, you don’t find it in you to argue, plopping yourself to lie down next to him, Stolas following suit. 

You’ll think about it tomorrow.

[. . .]

“What’s got you so happy?” Millie asks you as you get ready to leave for Loo Loo Land, as Stolas has requested you work as security for him during his outing with Octavia, his daughter, which is something you wouldn’t normally do, but he must have offered a lot of money for Blitzø to agree. She’s asked you what your night at the palace had been like, but you hadn’t had the chance to talk to her in person about it yet. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, checking your gun’s cartridge. 

“‘T’s probably the dick down she got this weekend,” Blitzø inserts himself into the conversation, and you send him a dirty look. 

“Shut the fuck up.”

Of course, it was Stolas' idea to take you and Blitzø to go out shopping. To their dismay, you had housework and errands to catch up on. Stolas insisted you join them and worry about the work later, but you assured him that you had no problem with the two going to the mall without you.

For a couple hours, the two navigated the labyrinth of stores and although Stolas and Blitzø were having fun together, your presence was missed very much. Throughout the day, they would catch sight of little things that reminded them of you. A plush here, some wall art there... and as much as Stolas wants to, he knows buying everything that reminded him of you maybe wasn’t the most viable option. Blitzø, on the other hand, is way more eager to spend. Instead of extravagant gifts, Blitzø settles on little knick-knacks that make him think of you. Maybe a few buttons or keychains, a cheap figurine- something along those lines. Stolas eventually settles on a jumbo-sized version of a plush you’d pointed out to him a while back.

Back at your apartment, you hear the screeching of tires coming into the lot. Ah. Must be Blitzø. Not long after, a loud, rapid succession of knocks paired with an annoyed “let us in” (and a quieter “Patience, darling”) at the other side of your door.

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As disappointed Moxxie and Millie were that you couldn’t join them in going to the mall, they knew it was important to give you space to finish work and have some quality time for yourself. Of course, if you hadn’t insisted you needed the alone time to focus on your assignments, they wouldve just stayed with you.

While Moxxie and Millie were at the mall, they agreed to find a gift or two- seeing as you were working so hard, it only made sense you deserved a little something. Most of their time was spent at the food court, where they shared milkshakes. As is customary, Moxxie serenades Millie with a love song. Afterwards, as they’re wandering, Millie spots something- a blanket, hanging in one of the store windows. But it wasn’t just any blanket, no. It had a beautiful design with your favorite colors, and, Millie noted, it was quite large… perfect for all three of you to snuggle under.

When they arrived back at your shared space, Millie ran in, jumping onto you, while Moxxie hung back to close the door before joining in on a group hug. Safe to say, y’all made good use of that new blanket.

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

Fizzarolli had meant to surprise you with a fun date… unfortunately, his timing wasn’t the best- he’d unknowingly picked a day where you had to prepare a presentation for work. Because of Fizz’s… talent (of being a major distraction), you’d said you’d prefer if he gave you a few hours to yourself.

While somewhat dejected, Fizz understood- he was just so amazing, how could you not look at him? No big deal, he reasoned. He would take this time to treat you (and himself). While he’s at the mall, Fizz takes advantage of the massage chairs and pop-up boutiques. With freshly manicured nails and rejuvenated muscles, Fizz went off to your pay a visit to your favorite stores. It doesn't take him long to find something- well, multiple things. He decided on a new bag for you, and of course you have to put something in the bag. So he got self care supplies; face masks, nail polish, and a new spa headband.

Knowing you've had a busy day, Fizzarolli was hoping you'd be receptive to a self-care night. The relieved sigh and eager hug from you served as a pretty clear "yes."

After a long day, a surprise gift from your partner(s) was just what you needed.