#Stols don’t look

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

@jc-helluva-mumu

Octavia watched her father mope on the sofa with a frown. A part of her felt for him and wanted him to be his usual, happy self. Another part of her, however, felt angry that he was moping about some stupid party when he could be spending this time with her.

Was she less important than a party?

Deciding she had enough, Octavia entered the room and went over to Stolas. If he wasn't going to take the initiative, then she would have to do it. At least once.

"Dad."

[jizzlords]

@grimowled asked: "--do you ever ... restrain yourself from sating a certain hunger?" do sins give in as sinners do? the question follows a listless sigh from the owl prince, a languorous air about him as a cloak of shadows trails behind him; he's feeling that tedium again, and that's when he usually darkens the lord of lust's doorstep. / unprompted, always accepting.

❝ A certain hunger? ❞ Blinking away confusion before Ozzie's eyes widen at Goetia's query upon realization. ❝ ... Oh! Well  — ❞ Suppose Stolas isn't one to ask for specifics when it comes to certain topics such as these — and what a bold-faced query it is. To think Stolas didn't have it in him to even entertain such sinful thoughts. Guilty as charged.

❝ To restrain is to hold back from doing what I do best. ❞ Sounds pretty silly when put into perspective, isn't it? ❝ It'd sadden me if anyone tried to restrain themselves from sating such pleasures. That hunger, that passion. Y'know? Much less myself, ha! ❞

Coincidentally enough, perhaps it's cosmic alignment which led Stolas to Ozzie's humble domain. On a night like this? Where Sin of Lust had just returned from a "meeting" of sorts... finding the dark prince gracing him with his presence tonight, Ozzie might even call it divine.

❝ Somethin' on your mind, babe? I know that look anywhere. Besides ... it's been a while since I last heard from you, heh heh. Needing some lustful guidance? I'd be happy to be of service. ❞ or perhaps some lustful indulgence?

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

"True; the heat is simply dreadful." Which is why he tried to stay in his icy mansion as much as possible during the summer season. Then again, Hell tended to be hot year 'round, but some seasons and rings were worse than others. He could only imagine how Stolas's plumage would make him suffer in such conditions.

"So you will not visit? A pity." Except not really, for Andrealphus cared little for visitors. Caim was the sole exception, but even she rarely stopped in anymore. He truly had a fortress of solitude that most goetia could only dream of, and yet it wasn't everything it was cracked up to be. If you did not have a cold heart, then you would not survive the emptiness inside for the loneliness would drive you mad.

Andrealphus's beak twitched. "Guarding? Now what makes you say that?" he asked, his tone one of amusement despite there being none in his gaze. Everyone had their secrets, and everyone was guarding something. Hell, even Stolas himself more than likely had a few skeletons in his closet, sort to speak. While certain proclivities were on display, Andrealphus knew there was much more than that hidden underneath.

As for the icy peacock himself, the answer was simple: Weakness. To show or reveal even the tiniest hint of affection or softness left a mark on one's back. If one was to survive, they needed to be unyielding and harsh, not unlike the cold and ice that formed his home. A moment of weakness was all it took for someone to pounce, and that had spelled the end of many a house before. While being a marquis put him far up in the pecking order, he was no prince and his safety in the hierarchy was nowhere near secure.

He could not afford a single misstep.

Weakness was not acceptable.

"I HAVE EXCELLENT PLUMAGE, I'll have you know. the cold doesn't bother me as much as the heat."

and it was no lie; while not the flashiest or most dazzling of avians, stolas' owl plumage could boast excellent performance in many climates, as well as allowing him to move pretty much soundlessly, like a cat padding on snow - an apex predator.

"--still, I am one to respect a fortress of solitude."

certainly not a stranger to it either, as andrealphus was inferring. in fact he thought the other lucky to still have someplace to call his own and retire to when he longed for some calming solitude; hell could be ghoulishly loud, after all. when the mood struck, stolas would simply let his mind wander off to the stars, tend to his personal garden of eden or let his grimoire take him someplace dark and quiet to observe the endless motions of the cosmos.

"makes me wonder what you are guarding so closely."

it's not like the owl prince was an open book either, but he had his fair share of affections and ... proclivities on display, on occasion; but the wintry peacock's heart and home seemed to be ever encased and locked away in permafrost, lest anyone get too close and reveal some shameful hidden truth to the world - like a statue sculpted in icy perfection that shunned the heat of flames. he didn't begrudge him the secrecy, it was a finely honed skill in demons like them after all, but when he was bored he did sometimes wonder who was shrouded beneath the layers.

[hazbinshusk]

day eight of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: shibari/sex toys/overstimulation (stolitz x afab!reader)

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“Well, don’t you two look fuckin’ delightful all trussed up and droolin’ for it,” Blitzø says in snide admiration of his own handywork.

“Are we drooling?” you retort, attempting sarcasm despite the flush burning under your skin. “I don’t think we’re drooling.”

“You’re gonna be,” he smirks, running his claws through the feathers on Stolas’ chest. The owl prince squirms against his restraints, a flustered hoot escaping him.

“Hey, you’re ruining the air of cool detachment I was going for, your highness.” you point out snidely.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he pouts, even as he leans further into Blitzø’s teasing touch.

“Don’t get mad at him, tits,” Blitzø teases, cupping Stolas’ cheek. He runs a thumb over the soft feathers there, smiling down at him in what he’d absolutely deny was affection. “He can’t help how excited he gets for me, can ya, Stols?”

Stolas shakes his head eagerly, and Blitzø rewards him by bending down and bringing the prince into a torrid, upside-down kiss. You watch their tongues tangle together, listen to the way of the two of them moan into the embrace, and try to ignore the heat that blooms between your thighs.

Stolas is laid out along the mattress, his head dangling off the edge of the bed. Bright red ropes are set along his body, knotted and criss-crossed across his torso in a way that highlights the swell of his chest feathers and trapping his arms against his side. They continue down over his thighs, a wand vibrator strapped to his inner thigh and set firmly against his cloaca.

You’re straddling his lap, wrapped up similarly in identical ropes. They’re tight against your chest, encircling your breasts, a knot resting against your sternum. Wrists bound against the small of your back, you’re forced to sit straight upright, as though presenting yourself for Blitzø’s perusal. Your thighs rest on either side of Stolas’, secured to his ropes so you’re unable to move away from him. The bulb of the wand is cradled against your cunt, so closely you can feel it flush against your clit.

Blitzø grins at you as he pulls away and straightens up, his hand still on Stolas’ cheek. “Which is why…” he continues. “Birdie here gets to spend some quality time swallowin’ my dick, and you get to be the one callin’ the shots.”

You raise a brow, shifting against your restraints. “Doesn’t feel that way.”

Blitzø’s grin widens into something downright wicked. “All you gotta do to tap out is say ‘sorry’ for bein’ so rude to me an’ prince-y here.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“If ya lucky,” Blitzø shrugs. “Might have’ta fight Stols here for the honour.”

“They would lose,” Stolas teases, and Blitzø snickers, patting his cheek.

“Oh, and I just wanna say…” Blitzø says slyly as he holds up a remote. He lets his gaze fall taunting over your figure, eyes lingering where the rope digs into the flesh of your hips, at the way the red frames your breasts. “You look good in my colour, tits.”

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The sight of Blitzø thrusting his cock into Stolas’ eager mouth – the thin line of the owl’s throat bulging with each push forward of the imp’s hips – is enough to make you whimper. The relentless vibrations against your clit are what make you moan.

Stolas groans around Blitzø’s cock, the sound muffled and gagging as the imp’s pelvic bone meets his beak. Blitzø echoes the sound, a hand fisted in the prince’s crown feathers. His thrusts are steady and deep, pulling out almost all the way before pressing himself in all the way to the hilt. Stolas’ hips buck up as best they can against the vibrator, needy and desperate, and each upward roll of his hips presses the bulb more firmly up against your clit.

“Satan, fuck, Stolas!” you moan, eyes rolling back as another orgasm crests inside you. He echoes you, mouth still full, and you can feel tears prick in your eyes.

Your thighs are slick with your cum, the muscles in them quivering as your body is forced to remain upright. Stolas’ feathers beneath you are soaked, sticking to your skin as you try to shift your hips away from the vibrator. He keens, breaking away from Blitzø to moan aloud, his own orgasm making him choke and whine.

“Fuck, this is so fuckin’ hot,” Blitzø groans, stroking himself firmly. “Look at fuckin’ ruined you are…”

“Blitz…” you grind out from between gritted teeth, your hair sticking to the sweat on your forehead. “Blitz, I—unh!”

You shudder as you cum again, and the imp grins at you, holding up the remote and wiggling it tauntingly. “Uh-uh, tits. I told you – you ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you apologize.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, eyes rolling back and your jaw going slack with another moan as he turns it up again. Stolas jerks beneath you, moaning, the sound drawn out raggedly. You can feel drool on your chin, your body tense and aching, your chest heaving painfully against the rope.

Blitzø laughs at the show. “Stubborn bitch.”

You glare unconvincingly at him, and he squeezes his cock, wetting his lips with his forked tongue.

“Tell you what,” he proposes, patting Stolas’ cheek. The owl is struggling to catch his breath, and you feel his thighs tense up beneath yours. Still, he seems to melt into the touch, a cum-drunk smile on his beak. “We’ll have ourselves a challenge – think Birdie here can finish me off before you finally tap out?”

You swallow, struggling to find your voice. “St-Stolas?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” he replies breathlessly, and Blitzø’s responding laugh breaks off in a groan as Stolas arches his neck back and wraps his agile tongue around the imp’s cock.

Stolas sucks him in earnest, and you feel a sob wrack through you as you cum again. You clench and unclench your jaw, fingernails digging into your palms in an attempt to distract you from the wand between your legs.

Blitzø, despite the bet, thrusts himself into Stolas’ mouth, a string of curse words escaping him as he lets his head roll back. You watch his adam’s apple bob in his throat, watch the rise and fall of his chest grow erratic. “Shit, Stols… I fuckin’ knew you were holdin’ back…”

Stolas lets out a choking, hooting laugh, gags on Blitzø’s cock.

You can feel yourself stuttering over the apology Blitzø is waiting for, your stubborn brain warring with your oversensitive body. The vibrations are almost painful now; you’ve bitten your lip so hard you can taste iron, the blood staining the saliva still dripping down your chin.

Blitzø’s eyes meet yours, widening when he notices the blood on your lips. Then he moans, deep in the back of his throat, and thrusts hard into Stolas’ mouth.

He shudders as he cums, bending over to brace himself against the bed, his hands on either side of Stolas’ shoulders. Blitzø fumbles for a moment at the sheets before you finally feel the vibration cease, and Stolas and you let out twin sounds of relief somewhere between a sigh and a sob.

“Oh, Blitzy that was…” Stolas inhales shakily, his throat raw. “Oh, that was glorious.”

“You’re both pricks,” you tell them, voice hoarse, and Stola’s bends his neck at an almost unnatural angle to look at you. “You were holding back?”

He smiles, mischievously. “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t enjoy yourself, darling?”

You purse your lips to avoid a bashful smile. “Oh, you are going to get it later, Stolas.”

The owl grin lasciviously. “I certainly hope so.”

Blitzø snorts, climbing up onto the mattress. He walks across it to stand by your side. “Don’t even try to threaten him, tits. Pervert is always up for anything you can throw at him.”

The imp tugs the release rope he’d worked into your knotting. The bind holding you in place immediately loosen and you collapse forward onto Stolas’ chest with a drawn-out groan.

“You’re both assholes,” you say without venom into the feathers, and feel Blitzø move to sit beside the two of you on the bed. He catches your chin, lifts and turns your head to face him.

“Tell me you didn’t love it.”

You try for a scowl, but Blitzø grins, bending down to kiss you. It’s surprisingly sweet, but your body jerks as you feel the spade of his tail glide up over the back of your thigh. You bite his lip hard and he laughs, kissing you again before pulling away.

“That’s what I thought.”

[amuseoffyre]

Fyre's Convention Adventures - Day 3 - A Great and Terrible Acte of Piracie 😁

A bonus surprise on the last day was that we got gifted a cast photograph and there was a second session of autographs for the people who had missed them on Saturday, but also for everyone else to get a second round :)

Since we’d come out of the last panels, I was piled high with my muppety crew and figured it would be a nice last chance to let the squad see them. Honestly, no ulterior motives going in, which made all that came next all the more delightful :D

Nathan was the first table and could see how many of the squad I was juggling and said it was fantastic that I’d brought them down for the con itself because “they’ve brought everyone so much joy”.

Rhys had a little giggle at the next table when he saw me coming with a pal bearing Calypso because between the photo, the sack of mups, the general goodie bag and everything else, I was quite the pack mule.

Con, Vico and Kristian, however, had been so very excited about the muppets at the fanmeet and photo session that I figured I would have each of theirs out when I got to their tables and then, alas, I was assailed by marauding pirates and came home empty handed XD

Me, with Izzy muppet on my arm: by the way, I was wondering if you’d like me to ship him to you, since you’re off to the US tomorrow Con: o.0 Con: wait, you were serious about giving him to me? Me: I mean, if you want him– Con: *wheechs Izzy right off my hand and into his arms, cradling him like a baby* Con: Everyone go home, this is all I’ll be doing now Me: 😂 That’ll be a yes then XD Con: :D :D :D

He leaned over to show his handler Izzy’s poseable hands, which were arranged to flip the bird and solemnly told him “That’s my favourite bit”. After my hype-man told him I was undercharging for commissions, he told me “yeah, charge more for your commissions” and I can’t not now, can I?

Needless to say I was a bit giggly and vibrating in place after that, because technically, I didn’t give anyone anything (first rule of the con – don’t give guests things directly) and by the time I got to Vico, I hadn’t been given a smack on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper for breaking the rules.

They were so giddy to see Jim muppet again.

Me: I was serious about you having them if you want them Vico: O.O Vico, to their handler: … can I… do that? Vico’s handler: *shrugs a bit* Me: If I just… lay it on this table, it would be very bad if something happened or someone… took it. So bad. Vico, giggling like a fiend: *bats Jim off the table and down beside their chair* OH NO. IT’S GONE Me: OH NOOOO. I HAVE BEEN ROBBED. SOMEONE HAS THIEVED ME. HOW SAD. Vico: Noooooo :D :D :D Me: *flips another of the Jim costumes over the table, down beside the mup* Vico: OMG IT CHANGES CLOTHES!?!?! :D :D :D :D

And, of course, Calypso, my grand lady. I made her especially for Kristian since most of my muppet designs have a very narrow neck and I wasn’t sure if he would be able to put his hand in it. Instead, I’d redesigned and rebuilt her from the base up, with a wider opening in the back of her head and making her free-standing as well. Top of head to bottom of her skirt, she’s around a metre compared to the rest who are about 50cm.

He gave her such a doting look when I got to him and hell, if I could be banditted by 2, why not make it a hat trick :D

Him: she’s so gorgeous Me, keeping an eye on his handler: I can’t technically… give her to you, but hypothetically, if someone stol– Kristian: *across the table with both arms and has her gone and out of sight beside him in a blink* :D Me: Oh nooo :D Kristian, catching my hands and squeezing them: Thank you *so* much for this :) Me: Absolutely my pleasure :)

Nothing like ending the weekend by being robbed by pirates :D

According to a pal who was stewarding, when they finished Con had Izzy whispering in his ear and then carried him out the room, level with his shoulder, and Kristian told Nathan off for almost standing on Calypso then made him carry her :D

I can’t express the sheer dizzying joy of experiencing their excitement and delight with my lil crew and how eagerly they tilted into to full silly play with them. I know the cast have been liking them on IG when I post them but this was another level and I am so utterly overwhelmed by it. Every so often, I think about it and have a happy little giggle about it all.

[helluvahusker]

Heyyy I wrote a lil post-mastermind fic for y'all 👉👈

Read on AO3 or under the cut

Stolas had not been sleeping well. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, he was simply too tall for Blitzø’s couch, so besides for his first night on it, when he’d conked straight out due to the stress and exhaustion of almost watching Blitzø get executed, almost getting executed himself, and then instead losing his entire livelihood, powers, and his daughter, he hadn’t been able to catch more than a few unrestful hours a night. 

The New Couch

[Psst! The layout of Blitzø's apartment can be found in this Tumblr post.]

Still, he’d rather die than complain. Blitzø had been relegated to a fucking beanbag chair as his bed and he seemed to be sleeping just fine. He appeared chipper as ever, if a little more subdued and gentler, while Stolas spent all his waking hours struggling to focus through a thick fog. He was taking up Blitzø’s sleeping accommodations and he had nothing to show for it.

It was due to Stolas’s sleep deprivation, that when an enormous crash shook the apartment and he peered over the island to see Blitzø coughing and waving dust out of his face, he was sure that everything must have caught up with him, and he was hallucinating. 

"Ta-da!" Blitzø said proudly, holding his arms open in a dramatic L shape to present his new uh. Couch. It had landed partially on top of the old one, sending splinters and stuffing flying. Well that explained the dust. 

"Why did you get a new couch, Blitz?" Stolas asked, his feathers already ruffling agitatedly. "The one you've already provided me with is fine, I don't wish for you to go into trouble-"

Blitzø waved him off impatiently. "Shut up Stolas, anyone with eyes could see your feet dangling off the edge of that thing. Besides, I was due for an upgrade anyways. I solved the problem by snagging a pullout couch from one of our victim's houses. It has a queen sized mattress all folded up in there, plenty of room for your fancy ass to spread out with room to spare, capiche?"

Stolas capiched. Blitzø had gotten tired of the fact that his bed was not big enough for the two of them and had gotten them one that would be. How silly and rude of Stolas to be accusatory about it.  

“Right,” he said. “That makes sense, yes. But why in Hell wouldn’t you move the old one out of the way first?” 

Blitzø at least had the grace to look sheepish. “Okay, maybe it was more of a spur of the moment decision. I saw the pullout, I thought it would be nice for you. Look, I’m not a genius like you or Moxxie, you can’t expect me to think everything through. That would fuck up my whole-” he flailed his hands some more. “-thing I’ve got going on.” 

Stolas did love Blitzø’s whole “thing” so he refrained from arguing. It was already done, anyways. 

“If I still had my magic I could help move the old couch away,” Stolas lamented. “I’m so sorry, Blitz. You’ve done such a sweet thing for me and I can’t even repay you.” 

“Hey!” Blitzø leapt towards him, vaulting over the room divider and taking Stolas’s dainty hands in his own. “None of that. You don’t owe me anything, alright? It’s okay, Loonie can help me move the couch when she gets home and I’ll portal the old one away, easy peasy no harm no foul.” 

It was rather odd, Blitzø appeared to be… blushing. Stolas blinked. That couldn’t be right. 

The next second Blitzø got distracted, noticing the novel that was placed open face-down on his kitchen table. “Oh hey! You were reading? That- that’s great, Stols.” 

Blitzø smiled at him so disarmingly, that now Stolas was blushing, quite obviously. 

“Yes, you picked a rather good one, actually,” Stolas said. In fact, it was so good that this was the first day he’d felt up to doing anything other than sitting on the couch staring aimlessly at the TV. Lucky thing, too. He glanced down at their hands, which were still joined, and gave Blitzø’s a squeeze. “Thank you for that, Blitz.” 

“Of course,” Blitzø said, and withdrew his hands, definitely blushing. He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure what to do or say next. That was ridiculous, of course. Stolas had never met anyone, imp or otherwise, who always knew exactly what to do or say in any given instance more than Blitzø did. 

“Did you have a good day at work?” Stolas asked, ready to invite Blitzø to sit down with him so that they could talk until Loona returned. 

To his disappointment, Blitzø’s eyes widened. “Oh shit, I was totally in the middle of a hit! I left M&M stranded in the human world! Fuuuuuck me.” He grasped Stolas’s face gently and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be home soon with Loona, kay? Just hang tight, enjoy your book.” And then with a flash of a portal, he was gone. 

Stolas was left blinking after him stupidly. He raised a shaking hand to his cheek and touched the spot where Blitzø had kissed him. 

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The second time Blitzø came home, he did in fact have his daughter in tow. Stolas watched, feeling useless, as they worked together to lift the new couch off the wreckage of the old one. He caught Blitzø’s expression of relief as he fished his horse blanket out of the mess, somehow still entirely intact. Once the new couch was clear of all the wood shards and ripped cushions, Blitzø rubbed his crystal and a portal appeared under the old one. They all watched it fall away into an unidentifiable living room, presumably the one Blitzø had gotten this new piece of furniture from, because it was conspicuously missing anywhere to sit. 

“There!” Blitzø clapped his hands together proudly once the portal had closed. “All done, thanks Loony! I’m sure Stolas and I can figure the rest of it out.” 

Loona just shrugged, already halfway through the doorway to her room. 

Blitzø looked up at Stolas, who was hovering awkwardly in the space between the kitchen and living room. “Wanna see if we can figure out how this thing unfolds?” 

It wasn’t too difficult. There was a handle under the seat cushions that, when pulled, somehow expanded out into an entire bed, as promised.  

“I guess we can just leave it out like this all the time, for now,” Blitzø said, rubbing his chin. “Business is picking up. Soon I can probably find us a two bedroom, so you can have your own space. But this’ll do for now, right?” 

It struck Stolas as odd, that Blitzø wasn’t prioritizing his own space. Perhaps he just meant because they were both in the living room. 

“This is more than enough,” Stolas said, realizing he’d almost been silent for too long. This time, he moved forward and took Blitzø’s hand in his own. “Really, Blitz. Thank you.” 

“Oh. Uh.” Stolas couldn’t possibly be imagining, both of Blitzø’s cheeks were turning mismatched shades of pink. The imp swallowed. “Really, Stolas. It’s no problem. It’ll make me feel better if I know you’re getting a good night’s sleep.” 

“That’s so sweet.” Stolas paused. “Darling,” he added, just because he needed to see what would happen. If he was allowed. 

Blitzø’s eyes widened. “I- oh. I- uh. Yeah.” He backed away, pulling his hands in towards himself protectively. “I have to make dinner.” Now he paused, and contemplated Stolas cautiously. “You wanna help?” 

Stolas’s feathers fluffed in astonishment. “Yes!” he said, then tried to tone down the enthusiasm, in case Blitzø found it off putting, like he had so many times before. “Ahem, I mean, I’m afraid I’ll be starting from an almost completely beginner standpoint, but yes, I would love to assist in any way I can.” 

Blitzø threw him an odd look. “Well alright, you didn’t have to use so many words about it. But-” he added, before Stolas could go and get his feelings hurt. “I kinda like that you did. Now get in here and we’ll get choppin’.” 

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Well as it turned out, Stolas wasn’t entirely useless without his powers. He proved to be absolutely average at kitchen-related activities, which seemed to match Blitzø quite well, as he gave Stolas gentle and thorough instructions full of dozens of tips and tricks he’d picked up over the years. 

Still, the imp absolutely bragged to his daughter about how Stolas had helped make the food. 

Even stranger, her reaction had been a borderline-impressed, “Oh shit, not bad,” before retreating to her room.

Stolas beamed at both of them, not because he believed it was anything special but because it genuinely wasn’t bad, and that was good enough right now. He was feeling so proud of his amateur cooking skills that when Blitzø offered for him to come into IMP tomorrow - Stolas had been showing great interest in how his work went, the first real interest he’d felt in days - he almost said yes. Hesitated and thought about it deeply, chewing his lower beak and nearly going cross eyed. 

In the end though, he sighed and looked away and asked for a few more days

Blitzø took one of his hands within his own and held it in his lap until Stolas looked at him. 

“Hey,” Blitzø said gently, “A few days is way sooner than never. I want to make sure you’re really feeling up to it before I drag you into I.M.P.’s mess too. I’m glad you’re starting to feel better, even if it’s not all the way yet. Take the time you need, okay?” 

“Okay,” Stolas whispered, his eyes once again darting away from Blitzø’s. 

Blitzø drew back and started gathering up their empty dinner plates. “You should go change, birdy. Almost time to try out that cozy new bed of yours.” 

“Oh! You don’t want to teach me how to do the dishes too?” Stolas asked, mind short circuiting at the thought of sharing a bed with Blitzø again. But like, in a good way. “I helped make, I should help clean.”

Blitzø considered that. “How about you wipe down the table? Just take a damp rag to it, clean rags are in that drawer over there.” He motioned to the drawer.

While Stolas peered in the drawer, Blitzø got started on the dishes. The actual rule of the house was whoever used a dish cleaned it, but Blitzø usually ended up doing Loona’s anyways due to her dislike of being outside her room. He didn’t mind washing Stolas’s too. 

A long arm snaked around him and Blitzø would have jumped- except he’d been keeping track of exactly where Stolas was, and it felt almost natural as Stolas held his rag under the faucet for a few seconds to dampen it, his stomach feathers brushing the back of Blitzø’s head. No, instead Blitzø found himself frozen, not wanting to disrupt the moment. 

Stolas didn’t seem to notice, stepping away a moment later and turning to wipe the table in long graceful strokes, humming the prettiest little tune Blitzø had ever heard. He spent way longer wiping the table clean than Blitzø would have, but that was probably a good thing. Most of the time Blitzø didn’t even bother wiping the table down until it started grossing him out. 

“What shall I do with the dirty rag?” Stolas asked, his voice barely audible above the rush of running water and the sudsing of soap on dishes as Blitzø scrubbed them. 

“Just leave it, I’ll rinse it and hang it to dry when I’m done,” Blitzø said, glancing over his shoulder. So he caught the look of confusion and then understanding that dawned as Stolas understood that the laundry situation was a whole lot different here than it had been at the palace. 

“Alright.” Stolas’s hand landed feather-light atop Blitzø’s shoulder. “I’ll go get ready for bed, then. See you in a bit, darling.” 

Definitely unrelated to Stolas touching him and calling him sweet things, Blitzø’s hand jerked, and he accidentally sprayed himself with water. Stolas’s hooting little giggles drifted over his spluttered curses as the owl backed away to get ready for bed. 

When he’d finished cleaning everything up and gotten himself into his own pjs, Blitzø tiptoed into the living room, hoping that the new mattress was so comfy Stolas would already be in snoozeland, but no such luck. Instead, it appeared Stolas had deliberately waited up for him. He was sitting up, the edges of his feet still too long and dangling off the edge, and he smiled when Blitzø rounded the couch and entered his line of sight. 

The smile dropped just as quickly as Blitzø headed over to his beanbag chair and curled up in it. 

“What are you doing?” Stolas asked. 

Blitzø looked at him quizzically. “Going to sleep? Why, do you need something?” 

“No! No, I- Well, I…” Stolas seemed to be struggling to find words, frown lines creasing his face unpleasantly. Blitzø’s heart dropped. Fuck, and today had been going so well for him. 

“Is it the new bed?” Blitzø asked. “I’m sorry Stolas, human mattresses are just shorter than you, I wish I could afford a goetia-sized one, but-”

“It’s not that!” Stolas interrupted, louder than he meant to. He just couldn’t tolerate Blitzø being so apologetic, so- ugh. Best to be straightforward about things, even if that hadn’t ended up so well in the past. 

“I just thought that you would be sharing this new bed with me,” Stolas admitted, twisting his fingers tightly in the horseshoe blanket. “I mean, it is big enough. I don’t wish for you to not have a real bed because of me anymore.” 

“That’s really nice, Stolas,” Blitzø said, his voice oddly hoarse, “but I can’t.”

Stolas raised an eyebrow, voice coming out sharper and bitchier than it had in weeks, maybe months. “And why the fuck not?” 

Blitzø shot a nervous glance at Loona’s door before turning a glare on Stolas. “Because I won’t be able to keep my fucking hands off you,” he hissed.

“No one said you had to,” Stolas shot back, lowering his voice to match Blitzø’s out of respect for his daughter. “Besides, you very much haven’t. Why start now?”

The imp’s face went blank. “What do you mean?” 

Stolas made an impatient noise. “Oh come now, we’ve held hands more in the last few days then we did for the entire duration of our arrangement. Earlier today you kissed me on the cheek, and,” Stolas could feel himself blushing, thinking about the vague ghostlike memory of his first night here, “I’m quite certain that wasn’t the first time.” 

A look of regret and longing passed over Blitzø’s face. 

Stolas took it upon himself to draw back the covers invitingly. “Please come to bed with me, darling. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, we can just cuddle.” 

Blitzø huffed, like this wasn’t something he’d been dreaming about for weeks and struggled out of the beanbag. “Absolutely not,” he said, climbing into the bed, settling beside Stolas and pulling the blanket up to his chin. “If we’re doing this, then we’re gonna talk.” 

“Very well.” Stolas reached under the blanket and tangled their fingers together. “Would you like to start or shall I?” 

“I will.” Blitzø’s voice was definitely not shaking, not even a little bit. “I’m glad you’re here and I don’t want you to leave. That’s all. Anything else you want, it’s yours. We go at your pace. Just-” Blitzø’s hand squeezed Stolas’s. The imp wasn’t looking at him, instead staring straight ahead, like he couldn’t bear to be seen while saying something so vulnerable. “-Keep me in the loop about what you’re thinking, okay? I promise I’ll believe you this time.” 

“I promise I shall try to be understanding and reassuring if you don’t,” Stolas replied, his throat tight. 

He understood better now, had had that month to reflect on Blitzø’s initial reaction that dreadful full moon, and now these precious days in Blitzø’s apartment, learning more about just how much they both hated themselves. 

But not each other. They’d both clearly been wrong about that. 

“I am happy to stay with you,” Stolas continued softly, “for as long as you’ll have me. I’ve known for a while now that you’re it for me, Blitz. As long as you know that, I believe everything will work itself out.”

Funny, how optimistic he felt about it. There was something about being called after desperately during a near-death experience, followed by being wholeheartedly welcomed into someone’s home that just… helped quiet all those pesky voices that were always telling Stolas no one could ever love him. 

He’d been ready to die for Blitzø, and Blitzø had been ready to die for him. 

“You’re it for me too, Stolas,” Blitzø said. He’d clearly been following a similar line of thought, because his next words were, “if you ever try to die for me again, we’re going to have a fucking problem, got it?” 

“I understand,” Stolas answered, because that was something he couldn’t promise. 

But neither of them had died. Blitzø had taken care of him instead, and now maybe Stolas could do the same. At least until the next big problem - and there was sure to be a next big problem, whether that be how to get Octavia back, Andrealphus or Satan seeking them out again, or something else entirely - reared its ugly head. 

“Good,” Blitzø said, aggressively snuggling up to Stolas’s side. “Good talk. Now go to sleep.” 

“Yes dear,” Stolas said lightly. He bent his neck and pecked a tender kiss to the top of Blitzø’s head. “Sweet dreams.” 

When he turned on to his side and curled around Blitzø, drawing his knees up to his stomach, all of him fit perfectly on the mattress. He could feel himself melting quickly into sleep, all that tiredness catching up with him. 

Blitzø buried his face in Stolas’s long-missed chest fluff and threw an arm over him, and a leg for good measure, keeping him close.

The bed could hold them both, and nothing was going to keep them apart now. 

[impsandstars]

Ficlet: Cookies

Stolas stared at Blitz’s door for what felt like ages. There had been a few other residents who walked by as he awkwardly stood there and although they gave him an odd look (he had to crouch to not bump his head on the ceiling) they simply shrugged and continued on.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to knock (he always wanted to see Blitz), but he was…apprehensive. He was doing something he had never done before and that small voice in the back of his mind that he had been working on silencing was making him doubt. He knew Blitz would be nothing but supportive and caring but…what if this time was different?

His hands tightened around the soft tulle of the delicately wrapped bag and he looked down.

He had made cookies.

Not just any cookies, but horse shaped sugar cookies.

It was the first time he had ever baked and with Via's help (both with the baking and the decorating) they hadn’t turned out half bad. Well not half bad for a first try…

Stolas had wanted to make them for Blitz because he could. Because he liked the idea of doing something unexpected and getting Blitz to smile at him. A soft smile, one that assured him that he was enough, that he made Blitz just as happy as the imp made him.

He huffed and took a step back.

He couldn’t do this. Not face to face.

With his heart pounding he dropped the cookies onto the floor right in front of the door and knocked gently.

He heard movement from the other side and quickly portaled himself back to his bedroom.

Taking out his phone he opened up the messaging app and found Blitz.

Hello dear! Just wanted to let you know I left you a treat outside your door. They are cookies, in the shape of horses! I found the cutter rummaging through some old boxes and knew I had to make them for you! It was my first time baking so if you don’t want to eat them you don’t have to. I also added some walnuts for texture but they got a bit burnt. We tried a few and it didn’t seem to mess with the flavor! Most of them are lopsided though and the frosting got a bit messy on some of them…You know what they probably aren’t any good. I’m sorry for bringing them over. You can just throw then away or give them to a neighbor. Don’t worry about it at all!

Stolas hit send and sat heavily on the couch in his room, smacking his forehead lightly with how ridiculous he was being. Why would Blitz want cookies from him? Horribly misshaped monstrosities. He will probably hate them for that alone, destroying one of favorite animals with his attempts at decoration.

His placed his phone on his nightstand and made his way to the greenhouse to focus on something else.

—o—

A few hours later Stolas walked back into his room, clothes covered in soil and water stains, feeling a bit better.

He was about to make his way over to take a bath when he heard his text alert.

A chill ran down his spine but he found himself moving to pick it up.

There were 6 messages. All from Blitz.

Taking a breath he opened his phone and went back to the first few texts, time stamped about an hour ago.

Im sure ther fine Stols. getin grosherries tho. Looney got tem

I hav named tem all

looney ate 4, i hav had 7

The last three messages were images. The first one was all the horses placed onto a large piece of paper. Written next to each horse in Blitz's handwriting was a name and a little blurb about them. Stolas zoomed in and read all of them, chuckling at some of the ridiculous names. What in hell's name was a dilf?

The next picture was one of Loona biting into a cookie while flipping off the camera. He smiled wide at that too.

The last text Blitz had sent just a moment ago and seeing it made Stolas's heart go all aflutter. On the paper, beneath two cookies, Blitz had drawn a tail and horns on one and a top hat and tail feathers on the other. He had moved the horses close so it looked like they were kissing and had drawn hearts around them.

His phone pinged and a new message appeared: look ther in love

He checks ached with how wide he was smiling and he held the phone to his chest. Oh Blitzy…for someone who has scoffed at romance you sure know how to make me swoon.

Stolas was about to reply back when another message popped up.

we have eten all the kookees. They wer good

Stolas felt his cheeks warm and he smiled softly.

I’m so glad you both liked them! Maybe next time you can come over and we can make them together. ;)

iz a date

Stolas hooted happily and began to search up all the different things they could bake together, wondering idly if he should invite Via and Loona too.

[pagelets]

Resist (Not Gonna Run Away)- C. B

Synopsis: Beomgyu usually has a very cheerful and outstanding personality but not when he wants to kiss the girl he's in love with for the first time.

A/n: that's pure fluff, and Gyu being a cutie. I want to thank my mootie @nanahachi3 for giving me the idea for this one. Also, I used international age cause idk how Korean age works hehe 😅. Anyway, enjoy!

Beomgyu didn’t remember the last time he was that much in his feelings. He was sitting on the passenger seat of her car, looking at the window while she drove calmly through Incheon’s streets heading back to Seoul. It was dawn already, almost 2 a.m, the air was cold and he was wrapped around a blanket he found on the backseat, cause he gave his jacket to her. They had just left a bar, which explained him being extra sensitive to his own feelings, even though he just had 2 cups of beer. It could also be because he was very sleepy, his eyes blinked heavily. He looked at her, who only drank zero drinks: a zero alcohol Heineken and a zero Pepsi, which was way better than Coke, according to her, she drove so nonchalantly, comparing to Yeonjun who checked the mirrors all the time, “Where did you learn to drive so peacefully?”, she quickly switched her gaze from the road to the Korean guy sitting next to her, then to the road again, “Driving school” “You are way more chill than Yeonjun hyung when driving” “Well, I probably drive way more than him” “He never drives” “See? I drive everyday” “Since when?’’ “Since I was 18” “Wow! And I’m 23 and never drove”, she chuckled, he sounded so cute, all sleepy and slightly drunk. He watched as she continued to guide the car, she yawned, “Are you sleepy?” “Just a little. And you?” “I’m very sleepy”, his voice was even huskier than usual, such a torture to her. "Why don’t you sleep?” “Don’t want to leave you alone”, she smiled, “You’re the sweetest”, he opened his mouth to thank her, but instead , he yawned which made her do the same. As a response, they both felt the car slightly bouncing off the road. “Shit! You should stop the car and take some rest” “Do you think so?” “Yeah. If you yawned when I yawned, imagine if I had fallen asleep?” “You’re right, I will find a parking lot or something like that”. Beomgyu grabbed his phone and opened the map app, “There’s a gas station in 8 minutes” “Great!”.

 She drove for 8 more minutes, as predicted by the app, and took the opportunity to fill the tank of the car while Gyu went to the convenience store to grab a few snacks for his empty stomach and his brain full of thoughts and alcohol. 

She breathed in the cool air of the night, wondering what was wrong with Beomgyu, he was too quiet since they met in Seoul earlier that day. She knew he was too much in his mind lately, but she didn’t know what she could do to help, so she just tried to make things lighter when they were together. 

But the truth was he was tired of people. He loved being where he was in life. His job, his members, his precious MOA’s, he loved all of them, but being around so many people just made him want to be alone when he was off work. An introvert, he couldn’t help. Till the day he met her, the person who made him not want to be alone anymore, the person with whom he wanted to spend all his time with. At first, she was just a friend to him, but it didn't take much longer for him to develop feelings for her, and her for him.  Even from a long distance, they couldn’t hold their feelings back anymore. Gyu knew he wasn’t supposed to like her the way he did, cause he was an idol, but he couldn’t help when he was around her. They exchanged cute texts, they had long phone calls, they played games together, they went out to secret dates when he had free time, they made acts of service to each other but they never kissed or did anything more than just holding hands, and he was planning to change that tonight, except that he chickened out every time he had an opportunity to bring the subject up or even stole a brief peck on her lips. That’s why he was so into his head. 

When she finished filling the tank of the car, she parked it in the parking space and joined Gyu in the GS25. He was looking at the ramen section, better stating, he was staring at a ramen package for 2 minutes straight, completely lost in the self-consciousness that was driving him crazy. She approached him, catching his attention and taking him from his trance state. “Do you like spicy ramen?”, he asked as nothing was happening, “Are you really going to eat ramen right now?” “Yes, what’s the problem?” “It’s 2 a.m” “So what?” “I don’t like it” “Ramen?” “Yeah” “What?!”  “I don’t like it” “What’s wrong with you!?” “Stop!”, she poked his arm, he giggled, he loved to tease those he loved. “Alright. Are you hungry?” “I am” “What do you want to eat?” “I’m not sure”, she scanned his body from bottom to top, he had a slice of strawberry cake in hands, “I’m going to take a bite of your cake” “My cake?! No, you’re not!” “C’mon… Just a bite, Gyu”, she pouted, “Not going to happen!”, she laughed, he was starting to be loud again, she loved how he could go from a chill guy to a complete brat when he wanted to. She smiled, “Ok, then. I’ll get myself one” “Yes, go get one to yourself!”, he said with a serious expression on his face, even so, they both knew he was just being dramatic. She rolled her eyes and walked towards the sweets aisle.  

After they picked what they wanted to eat, they met at the checkout, Gyu simply grabbed the cake and the green tea can she picked from her hands and paid for everything. They ate at the store mostly in silence, just complimenting the food and teasing each other for a bite once in a while, he finally could relax a bit during the whole day. When they finished, Beomgyu grabbed all their garbage and threw it away, “Shall we sleep now?” “Yes, let’s go”. 

Back to the parking lot, she sat on the hood of her car and layed there, Gyu watched her, “What are you doing?” “Stargazing”, “Stargazing?” “Yes, look!”, she pointed to the sky and he followed her finger, to see an ocean of stars in the beautiful Incheon’s sky, “Wow!” “Come here, join me!”, she tapped the spot next to her, “Weren’t we going to sleep?” “We can do it later. C’mon!”, he stared at the black car’s hood and shrugged before joining her.

After a few minutes in a comfortable silence, just staring at the stars and enjoying each other’s presence, she looked at Beomgyu, who seemed to be a pile of nerves, “Hey…”, she called softly, “Hey…”, he said almost inaudible, without taking his eyes from the sky. She touched his hand with hers, which made him even more nervous, “Why are you so dismissive today?” “Do you think I’m dismissive?” “Well, you’re clearly in your head today”, he looked at her finally, “I’m just, nervous and disappointed” “With what?” “Myself” “What’s wrong?”, he looked at the sky again, he could feel his hands getting sweaty, does she feel it too? “I…”, he gulped, she focused on his Adam's apple, which bounced up and down as he swallowed, so attractive. 

“I was… I was hoping I could…I mean we could…”, he paused, clearly bothered, she squeezed his hand lightly, encouraging him to continue, “Maybe, like… kiss… for the first time tonight. But I pussied out every opportunity I got”, she smiled, he was so cute. “Gyu” “Hum?” “Look at me”, he obeyed, “You didn’t pussy out this time” “Apparently no”, she stretched her arm to touch his face and rubbed his cheek with her thumb. She moved her gaze to Gyu’s lips, so pink, so perfect, so inviting, “I would…”, suddenly she felt a knot in her stomach, followed by a strange feeling of butterflies, and boom! she was nervous too, “...I would love to… kiss, you know?”, his eyes widened, “Do you mean it?” “Of course”, he stared at her lips before cupping her face and liking his lips to slowly lean into a very sweet and calm kiss, unlike their own bodies, which were stiff and in panic mode. Even so, they enjoyed the way their lips moved in perfect sync, melting into one another.

When they parted the kiss, their hands were still shaky and sweaty and their hearts still beating as fast as if they would have run a marathon. He couldn’t even stare at her because of his shyness. “Well, hum, that was good”, he said looking away, “Yes, it was” “Let’s sleep now?” “Yeah, let’s do it”, he was the first who jumped off the hood and got into the car.

While Gyu found his way to the passenger seat, she watched from the backseat him wrapping the blanket around his body and nestling himself on the seat, “Gyu” “Hum?”, he answered with his eyes already closed, “Why don't you join me?” “For what?” “Cuddling and sleeping”, he looked at the backseat, then closed his eyes again, “It doesn't have room enough for the both of us”, he lied, “What?! Of course it does!”, he took a few seconds to answer, “I think it is better not. Good night”, then he turned to the other side, his face completely red, he was too shy. She smiled with tenderness, he was the cutest, “Ok, then. Good night, Gyu”, she laid down on the backseat and tried to find a comfortable position. Beomgyu waited a few minutes before turning around and stare at her while she slept, then he leaned over and whispered, “Good night, my love. I hope you have dreams as sweet as you are”, she smiled before whispering back, “Thanks, Gyu. For you too”, he widened his eyes and felt his cheeks blushing, then he turned around again and shrunken himself on the passenger seat again. “Such a shy baby”, she thought, “My shy baby”.

[luckyfinch]

nobody asked for this but i need an outlet to rant about the newest helluva boss episode before i explode so beware spoilers for s2e11 Mastermind below

okokokokkookok blitz’s face as he realizes what stolas is doing . its so perfectly captured. like, he’s there being verbally berated basically by stolas while on the chopping block, not rlly sure what the fuck he’s on about, and then u can just SEE the exact second he realizes stolas is acting to take the eyes off of himself

and once he understands what stolas is trying to do he fucking PANICS, cause HOLY SHIT STOLAS IS THROWING HIMSELF UNDER SATAN’S WRATH FOR *BLITZ* (and especially despite all the issues they’d been having recently—the “I don’t deserve this!” line truly frames Blitz’s guilt perfectly)

and the visual of blitz struggling against *gold chains* here ?!?!?!?!?? AMAZING parallel to his truth-hallucination back in s1e6 (Truth Seekers) where he easily lets himself be dragged up to Stolas by *gold chains*.

this specific parallel is sooo cool. the hallucination was a clear show of Blitz feeling trapped in some way by Stolas, and the detail of him having to climb up a big fancy set of stairs to get to stols was a good visual representation of the large class difference they have, being royalty and an imp, as that is a big issue in their relationship. but still, Blitz wasn’t fighting at all; in fact, in Truth Seekers, he RUNS to the stairs, he lets himself get pulled up, he is visibly uncomfortable as the chains appear yet makes so struggle at all as he nears stolas. he blushes and then looks so ASHAMED of it. its a great way to show Blitz’s internal struggles without outright saying it all. he’s afraid of love and ashamed of wanting it, he feels trapped or as i personally think is more accurate here he feels confined/smothered by Stolas’ affections, and he can’t let himself think the prince would ever actually mean what he says so he sees it all as mocking/degrading instead of as the affection Stolas probably means it as, and so he feels stuck.

BUT. butbutbut but when Blitz is chained and faced with Stolas in Mastermind, he isn’t on hands and knees climbing up a metaphorical staircase to reach Stolas—Stolas is basically throwing himself down the fucking stairs for Blitz’s sake. Blitz here is instead FIGHTING the chains with all he has, and rather than being pulled to Stolas he’s fighting to reach out for Stolas himself.

then, the visual parallels of the golden feathers from the same scenes!!!

the symbolism here (from my personal thoughts) is of freedom, and the lack of. going off of Blitz feeling smothered by Stolas as represented by the chains and then more aggressively the golden feathers, the feathers as shown in the hallucination are a product of Stolas, and so I took it as his attention and status and general presence as physically overwhelming Blitz. then in Mastermind, Stolas is instead walking easily through/past the golden feathers, and behind him they fly easily past Blitz as well.

in the same bit there Stolas says “I am the master of my fate” , Blitz says “I realized too late” … i feel like the significance here of Stolas walking past the feathers like this in the context of them representing being smothering/overwhelming/controlling, this is showing Stolas taking control of his life himself for once, like really truly taking full control. no longer is he overwhelmed because in a way, by being disgraced, he’s being freed from the responsibility and weight put on him by his father and generally for his role as a goetia. likewise, Blitz is left to at last look at Stolas and see him clearly without the feathers to blind him—all he sees is Stolas, putting his power and richess and status on the line without hesitation to save his life.

at LONG. long. long last, Blitz is being fully forced to accept Stolas truly loves him, because there is like actually no denial for him now. no “he couldnt love an imp hes a goetia” bro just exchanged EVERYTHING for Blitz’s life in a second, and LOST IT ALL for him. now, they are on basically equal footing for the first time.

and i must say i love how gentle blitz is with stolas after the trial. also everyone MUST remember here that Blitz gave his room up for Loona, so his bed is the couch. and he immediately sets up stolas on the couch. dude gave his bed up again so next ep i best get a shot of them cuddling at last or of blitz determinedly sleeping on the floor

to end my ranting i HAVE TO talk abt the significance of this single scene. forget blitz blushing before this, and forget kissing him on the cheek. ok. listen. this specific frame is so special to me. this is like the first time blitz is —without any witness to prove anything to — showing nonsexual intimate affection . to stolas no less. as stolas is asleep, there is zero pressure to do anything at all, to smile or to be kind or gentle or to do ANYTHING. and he oh so gently brushes the feathers from his face and touches his head lightly for a moment while smiling down at him like that. he’s finally accepted his feelings and he can’t even reasonably doubt Stolas’ affections in this moment, for this single moment everything is so. AUUUSHHHAHAHAHAHAHAJHJGJHA i love this

okay ranting over

final note: i LOVE the song from this ep so much its awesome its stuck in my head vocals were beautiful

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

@grimowled continued from X

"Even among family?" She didn't need to ask that question, for she already knew the answer. The past seventeen years had all been one huge lie, and no amount of sweet, comforting words could erase the hurt she felt from such a truth.

If she were younger, Octavia would have believed those words. Now? After finding out the truth? Her father's words only filled her with anger.

"A while? Don't you mean constantly? I suppose you only scream at mum every once in a while too. Did you forget our time at Loo Loo Land, which you spent most of hitting on him? And what about the promise you made to take me to see the stars? You had promised, and you broke it, all so you could keep fighting with mum.

I had wanted to forgive you, and I tried. You say that you adore me, but how can you when you've done nothing but break promises and lie to me? How can you adore me when you would rather be off with that imp or fight instead of spending time with me.

If you really adore me as you say you do, then prove it. Stop the fighting, stop the screaming, and actually start fucking paying attention!"

[estrellami-1]

Steddie Week 2023

May 23rd Prompt: Fluff

Day 1, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

@steddie-week

Steve opens his eyes when the bed shifts. He lifts his head, a questioning noise rising in his throat, as he watches Eddie put his book on the nightstand and click the lamp off.

He turns toward Steve, sees him awake, and smiles softly, kissing his forehead. “Sorry, baby. Just putting my book down.”

Steve just hums, laying back down, this time with his head on Eddie’s shoulder. Two taps on Eddie’s stomach immediately result in two taps on his arm, their way of saying I love you without actually saying anything.

Steve sighs as he lets himself sink deeper into the half-state, where he is half awake, half dreaming. He feels himself slipping, slipping, slipping, and even though it doesn’t make sense—since he knows he is still on the bed—he feels like he is falling. His body jerks once, startling Eddie. “Baby?”

Steve grunts. “Falling.”

Eddie hums, curling into Steve, running a hand over his hair. “I gotcha,” he whispers, cupping Steve’s cheek.

Steve smiles, tilting his head to press a kiss to Eddie’s palm. “I know,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “Love you. Go to sleep.”

Eddie chuckles softly, his breath whiffling across Steve’s face. “I love you too, baby.” He presses a kiss to Steve’s forehead, and Steve hums happily, letting his eyes drift shut once more.

Waking up slowly is always an odd feeling for Steve. He’s gotten used to the panic and chaos and confusion of the end of the world (for the fourth time). So feeling himself wake up, degree by degree, is interesting, but not unwelcome.

He feels warm, is his first thought. He can feel the sun coming in the window, landing on him. He can feel the heat of Eddie on his other side, arm stretched over his hips.

Next he notices how comfortable he is. Eddie’s pressed tightly up against him, practically laying on him, and Steve welcomes the weight, tries to wiggle even further underneath Eddie.

He notices the fingers trailing up and down his arm, next. Eddie’s awake, then. Somehow, despite regularly going to bed after Steve, Eddie’s usually the first one up, like he is this morning.

Steve groans, a complaint at waking up, and Eddie chuckles softly. “Good morning, love.”

Steve keeps his eyes closed, because he has a better chance of falling back asleep. He rolls over into Eddie, burying his face in Eddie’s chest, sighing when Eddie moves his hand to start carding it through his hair instead.

He drifts for a while longer, not necessarily asleep but definitely not awake either. Eventually, though, he does wake up, leaning back to look blearily at Eddie. “Time’s it?”

Eddie performs an act of contortion. “Almost ten. You wanna get up, or stay here?”

Steve shrugs, thinking, when his stomach rumbles. Eddie chuckles. “How about you stay here and I go make breakfast?” He asks, already moving out from under the covers.

Steve frowns and grabs at Eddie’s hand. “No, wanna be with you.”

Eddie softens and places a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “You don’t wanna stay in the warm, comfy bed? I’ll be back soon, love.”

Steve shakes his head, tries to get his brain to work. “Lay with me a few more minutes. We can go out for breakfast.”

Eddie smiles. “Benny’s? Picnic at Lover’s Lake?”

Steve smiles. “Yes, please.”

Eddie slips back under the covers. “Alright, Stevie-love. Only five more minutes, okay? We’re both hungry and I haven’t gotten out of bed yet.”

Steve knows Eddie likes to move around as soon as he’s awake, but he’s learned over the months to settle when Steve’s in bed with him. Sometimes it’ll result in him sleeping some more, but usually it just means he needs to get up and jump around the kitchen while making breakfast.

Steve sometimes feels like he’s dating the human version of a very hyper dog. He loves it, though, loves that his boyfriend—for all his lack of practice—can keep up with him on a run or block his shot in basketball as long as Steve wants to practice.

There was one day Eddie had even stolen the ball from Steve, running halfway down the court, Steve laughing and yelling after him about how you have to dribble, Eds, that’s called traveling.

A finger on his nose breaks him out of his reverie. “You’re smiling,” Eddie says, also smiling. “What’re you thinking about?”

Steve smiles even wider, leans up to kiss Eddie. “You.”

“Sap,” Eddie tells him, but he’s the one in bed with him, so Steve just grins.

In a few minutes they’ll get up. They’ll race to the shower, laughing and stumbling over each other, then fight in front of the mirror, then hold hands on their way to Benny’s. Eddie will get their food and they’ll continue on their way to Lover’s Lake, sitting on the hood of the Beemer and watch as the sun burns away the rest of the fog.

Steve will turn to Eddie, watching him watch the world around them, and realize he’d do all of it all over again if it means he gets this in the end.

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FIFTY ONE

Blitzø and Stolas sat in an awkwardly comfortable silence for a short time, each swimming in their own thoughts, neither sure what to say or do next.

After sufficient time to move past being overwhelmed by his open displays of affection for Stolas - something completely new and foreign to him - Blitzø cleared his throat.

“You uh… You said you didn’t hide your face cuz of me?”

Stolas looked at him. “No darling. I didn’t.”

Blitzø tried to look uninterested and casual. “Then uh… then why DID you hide your face?”

Stolas sighed and looked away.

Ah f*ck… Put your f*cking foot in it why don’t you…

“Stol…” Blitzø reached out to him apologetically.

“I was ashamed of myself.” Stolas began. “Asmodeus opened wounds in public that I wasn’t ready to face.”

Blitzø took his hand and squeezed it in encouragement.

Stolas turned and looked at him. He smiled sadly.

“As happy as you’ve made me, Blitzø, I do worry about my family.”

Blitzø’s heart sank. Right… His family…

Stolas saw Blitzø’s face fall and quickly tried to repair his fumbled words.

“By family I mean Octavia, Blitzø.” He held his hand tightly and looked him in the eyes. “Stella is not, and has truly never been my family.”

Blitzø blushed.

This bird… F*ck me…

“I’ve worried a lot about how my actions… How OUR actions could affect Octavia. And Asmodeus ripped that wound open and tossed it out for all to see.”

Stolas’s eyes welled with tears. “Octavia is my world, Blitzø.”

“I know.” Blitzø reached up and wiped a tear from Stolas’s cheek. “Loona is mine.”

Stolas smiled and leaned into Blitzø’s hand.

They remained that way for a few heartbeats. But the air got too heavy and Stolas pulled back before he lost his train of thought.

“I was ashamed of myself, Blitzø. Never of you. I’m sorry I ever made you feel like I was.”

Blitzø slapped his hands on his face and dragged them down in exasperation.

“No…” he sighed. “I'M sorry…”

Stolas reached out to Blitzø, confused. “Wha…”

Blitzø waved him off and sighed.

“Jumper of conclusions.” He pointed at himself with his left hand, then his right. “Hater of all things self.”

He stuck out a hand like he wanted to shake. “Nice ‘ta meet’cha.”

Stolas giggled. His little owl hoots slipped through.

Blitzø grinned. He’d missed that laugh. His one and only fan…

“Anyway…” Blitzø awkwardly tried to steer back to his apology.

“I was a dick… For so many reasons.” Blitzø averted his gaze. “I’m sorry. Stolas.”

Blitzø peeked back at Stolas.

“Thank you, Blitzø. I’m sorry too.” Stolas smiled meekly back at him.

“What else could you possibly be sorry about?”

“I didn’t realize how my attempts at being playful and endearing by referring to you as an imp, were actually hurtful, demeaning and racist…”

Blitzø froze.

“Wait… Who… Who said that..?” He stammered.

“You did.” Stolas looked at Blitzø and raised an eyebrow.

“That…” Blitzø started to sweat. He swallowed hard. “That was REAL?!”

No. No F*CKING way… That was a dream. Just a F*CKING DREAM!

Stolas nodded. He titled his head, looking at Blitzø confused.

“So… So I told you about…”

“Being sold to be my friend?”

“And…”

“Only being at my party to steal my book?”

“Oh f*ck…” Blitzø’ ears were ringing. “And Ozzie’s?”

“A way to get in the door?”

Blitzø couldn’t breathe. He was hyperventilating. He tried to pull his covers off.

“Where’s my gun? Is my gun around here? My kingdom for a gun! F*cking KILL ME NOW!!”

Stolas squawked in surprise and frantically tried to hold Blitzø down.

“Blitzø! Blitzø, please!”

“I’m scum!” Blitzø flailed weakly against Stolas. He saw a power cord from one of the bed monitors and lunged to grab it. “Plug! Is this my plug? Pull it! I f*cking deserve to die!”

Stolas sighed. He didn’t want to hurt Blitzø so he was trying to be very gentle.

“Blitzø. Darling. Doesn’t it say something that I heard all you said, and I’m still here?”

Blitzø stopped struggling and peeked up at Stolas.

“I heard all the bad. But I also heard… The rest.”

Blitzø blushed and tried to cover his face with his arms.

Stolas let go of Blitzø and sat on the edge of the bed.

“How I was kind to you and you had fun with me when we were kids. How I made you feel wanted and cared for when I saved you in the human world.” Stolas reached out and tenderly touched Blitzø’s arm. “How I’m the best you’ve ever had…?”

Blitzø turned every shade of red imaginable. He tried to hide his face under a pillow.

Now I REALLY want to die.

“Darling… You asked me to stay…”

Stolas pulled the pillow away from Blitzø’s face.

Blitzø peeked up at him shyly.

Stolas smiled sadly.

“Blitzø… I was selfish to force this contract on you. And foolish to think that our sexual intimacy meant we had personal or romantic intimacy.”

Blitzø’s heart clenched.

“After what happened at Ozzie’s I knew I had to find a way to release you from this obligation between us or it would destroy us both.”

“What the hell do you mean by that?” Blitzø snapped and cringed, immediately regretting it.

Stolas pulled back and turned his face away.

“I’ve been hurting you for so long. Putting your livelihood in the same basket as my sexual wants and needs. Making you feel like I could take that away at any time… When I’d never do that. I’d never…”

Stolas took a ragged breath and sighed.

Blitzø wanted so badly to hold him.

“It took me far too long to realize the vast imbalance in our… Arrangement. So I sought Asmodeus’s assistance to rectify it.”

“So, Fizz WAS telling the truth?”

Stolas looked back at Blitzø, confused.

“You got the crystal so I’d have free access to the human world without you. Ending our contract. Freeing me from our deal.” Blitzø cringed against the IV needle in his hand as he reached out and touched Stolas. “Allowing you and I the chance to start over. As equals.”

Stolas was surprised.

“Fizz said you told Asmodeus that you’ve always considered us equals.” Blitzø slid his fingers between Stolas’s. “Is that true?”

Stolas’s eyes filled with tears. He turned to lean closer to Blitzø on the bed, taking Blitzø’s outstretched hand carefully into his.

“Always! And I’m truly sorry my words or actions ever spoke otherwise.”

Blitzø was taken aback by Stolas’s reaction.

He carefully curled his fingers around Stolas’s hand and smiled up at him.

“Well… Aren’t we a pair of f*cking idiots?”

They both laughed awkwardly.

F*ck. Has he always been this cute?

Blitzø pulled Stolas’s hand down and kissed it lightly.

Stolas blushed. “Blitzy?”

Blitzø surprised himself. He blushed, let go of Stolas’s hand, and tried to reposition himself to sit more comfortably. He tried to hide his face.

Where the f*ck did THAT come from?!

“There’s actually something I’ve been wanting to tell you, Blitzy” Stolas said quietly.

Blitzø looked at him. Stolas was blushing and he looked so serious. Blitzø flushed and swallowed hard.

Satan f*cking dammit… I love this idiot…

“Me too.” Blitzø whispered.

Stolas placed a hand tenderly on Blitzø’s cheek, smiling lovingly at him. Blitzø could see tears in his eyes.

Blitzø reached up and cupped Stolas’s hand in his, leaning into the feel of it, its warmth and tenderness.

He could feel his heart beating out of his chest. Tears started to sting his eyes. He smiled warmly at Stolas.

Stolas leaned over and touched his forehead to Blitzø’s.

Blitzø reached up with his other hand and ran it through Stolas’s feathers, his hand coming to rest on the nape of Stolas’s neck.

Stolas closed his eyes and let out a slow and ragged sigh.

“Blitzø… I lo…”

“Dad?”

Blitzø and Stolas practically flew apart. Stolas flailed and fell off the bed, popping up a moment later with his cape over his head.

Octavia snickered.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt anything. But the doctor said Blitzø was awake?”

Stolas floundered trying to get his cape off his head. Blitzø snorted and tried not to laugh.

“I am.” He smiled at Octavia.

She smiled warmly back at him. “I’ve got someone who wants to see you.”

Loona poked her head in the doorway, unsure if she should enter.

“Loony! My sweet, baby girl!” Blitzø’s eyes sparkled and stung with tears. He leaned forward and threw his arms wide.

Loona ran over and threw herself onto the bed and into his arms.

It took Blitzø a moment to register what was happening, so his arms remained outstretched while he processed. Afraid it was a dream, Blitzø’s hands shook as he slowly closed his arms around Loona. Blitzø couldn’t stop himself from crying.

F*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck… My sweet baby girl…

Loona half hugged Blitzø as she lay next to him. “Don’t get too used to this.” She said, and smiled to herself.

Blitzø bit his bottom lip as silent tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t stop smiling.

F*ck f*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck… I’m so f*cking happy right nooooooow!

Stolas’s heart swelled watching Loona and Blitzø.

“I’ll just go speak to the doctor. Leave you two alone.”

Blitzø smiled warmly at Stolas as he and Octavia left the room.

“Love you dad,” Loona whispered.

Blitzø bawled his eyes out. “I love you tooooooo!” He hugged her tightly, tears streaming and snot bubbling.

Loona chuckled and snuggled closer. “I’ll allow it.”

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[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

Little did the prince know that their banter was also the highlight of Andrealphus's evening. Not one of Stella's gusts, or friends could even think to come close in a battle of wits, and to even try would be a waste of his time. Not to mention that there was no one who caught his eye, or his attention other than Stolas, though Satan knows he tried. It seemed that not even his feathers were enough to attract anyone of his standards.

Oh well, it wasn't like he had his hopes up. He knew full well going into this what sort of crowd his sister would bring, and though he was making the best of it, the fatigue of keeping up appearances was slowly settling in. Before long he would have to retire, if for no other reason than to keep his sanity. As long as he made an appearance and stayed just long enough to appease his sister, then everything would be fine. Should be fine. Nothing was truly certain when it came to Goetian politics or royalty, so to assume was as good as putting the final nail into your coffin.

If only Stolas knew the sheer amount of thankless bullshit he had to endure in order to keep what was his...

"Could have fooled me," he said simply as he reached for another glass of wine off a passing tray. He long stopped paying attention to how many he had thus far, though Andrealphus was still surprisingly sober.

He noted the practised smile, which was not unlike his own, but chose to comment on the newest presented topic instead.

"Of course there are, though you should know by now why I do so. After all, is that not why you are also present instead of in your study?" The answer was simple: Stella.

PREDICTABLY, his delightful little exchange with andrealphus was turning out to be his only entertainment for the dull evening ahead; but how could he be at fault when his wife's taste for party guests was so irredeemably poor ? there was hardly anyone of note or worth, in his estimations. the worst thing about the whole affair was that is that he was paying for it all.

and yet that meddlesome peacock had found a way to enjoy the occasion by simply showing off his best garb, like some vain, image-obsessed village churchgoer vying to be admired on the front row on a sunday. truly, he didn't necessarily object to that approach - he wasn't a stranger to getting dressed to the nines for the sake of it himself; he just resented him for seemingly having a better time than he did and, mostly, for being a constant pillar of support for stella, who was as coarse and impulsive as he was stuck-up and composed, self-serving though the frosty bastard was. it was irritatingly ... shrewd, and he couldn't even fault him for it: it was the goetia way, after all. perhaps he should have been betrothed to him, given andrealphus' thankless ambition to become the perfect goetia specimen.

oh, but now was not the time to get lost in the delightful games of aristocracy's backstabbing politics again.

"do you honestly think I haven't been trying to enjoy myself?"

it's all he ever did, but with disappointingly mixed results. he surprised himself with the blunt honesty of his own rumination-distracted reply, and the sheer irony of it all was that he'd much rather have been his horror-in-law on the other side of that frank remark than anyone else in that ballroom. still, for appearances' sake, he wiped whatever expression had crawled onto his features with a sharp, practiced smile that reached none of the burning coals of his four eyes, and went through the motions of plucking an entrée of skewered mice off an offered platter.

"anyway, I don't know why you put so much effort into a wearisome affair with forgettable guests. there are better ways to employ your time, don't you think?"

[hazbinshusk]

day four of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: balcony sex (stolitz x afab!gn!reader)

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“Oh, ho-ly fuck,” you let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan, letting your head fall back as Stolas slides his tongue deep into your cunt. He chuckles into you, his strong, delicate hands wrapped around your parted thighs. “Shit, Stolas…”

He hums happily into you, a soft hoot of pleasure escaping him as you fist your fingers of one hand in the feathers at the back of his head. You’re too rough, your grip made tighter by the anxiety warring with your arousal. You were perched on the edge of the balcony railing outside his room, hanging precariously back over the gardens below. The only thing keeping you in place were Stolas’ hands and your tail wrapped tightly around the stone barrier beneath you. The stone makes the skin of your tail burn as it tightens around it.

Stolas is bent down in front of you, his long, lean body jerking into you with every thrust Blitzø makes into him from behind. The imp’s hands clutch roughly at Stolas’ hips, claws digging so firmly into the soft feather that they prick the skin beneath. The feathers along Stolas’ back are fluffed and ruffled, and you can see him shudder every time Blitzø angles his hips just right. The imp smirks wickedly as the two of you moan in unison.

“What are fuckin’ view,” he groans admiringly, tugging at Stolas’ tail feathers mockingly. The prince breaks away from you to let out a catching moan, and you grab at the railing beneath you as the sudden movement threatens your balance. Blitzø snickers, and you flip him off, your chest heaving.

“Can you fucking not, Blitz?” you demand, running your fingers through Stolas’ feathers as he continues to moan brokenly. “You’re not the one risking your life for an orgasm.”

“You love it, bitch,” he retorts. He smacks Stolas’ ass, thrusting into him hard and his tone turns teasing. “’Sides, duckie here ain’t gonna let ya fall. Are ya, Stols?”

Stolas shakes his head hurriedly against your thigh, wrapping his arms around you to clutch instead at your ass. One hand spreads over the small of your back, and you shiver at the feeling of his claws grazing your skin. All four of his red eyes meet yours, burning far more intensely than the sunlight warming your back. “Never, darling.”

“Good boy,” Blitz grunts, and Stolas hoots happily, eyes rolling back. You cup his face in your hands, sliding your fingers through the feathers over his cheeks.

“Such a good boy,” you echo, and the owl shudders. He turns his head to nip affectionately at your wrist before he finally brings his mouth back to your needy cunt. “Oh, fuck…”

You gasp as soon as his tongue meets your clit, hands snapping back down to curl around the railing so you can grind against his face. The muffled sounds Stolas makes into your cunt as Blitz fucks him are intoxicating, and the imp meets your gaze over Stolas’ back and smirks.

The expression falters as Stolas tightens and flexes around his cock, and Blitz curses, hips snapping forward desperately. You know the sounds the three of you are making are travelling out over the grounds, echoing off the stone walls, but you don’t care, not when the prince’s tongue feels so damn good and when the desperate look on Blitzø’s face is making your whole body tighten with arousal.

So, there should be no surprise to any of you when you moan so loud when you cum that your throat aches, the sound a drawn-out curse. Stolas echoes it, the sound vibrating through your soaking cunt. He laps at you eagerly and while his main eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, the other two are fixed hungrily on your face to take in every reaction you make.

Blitzø’s tail wraps tightly around Stolas’ waist, grinding into him on every thrust, and the owl chokes out a moan, pressing his face into your thigh as the two of them cum too. Stolas’ legs are shaking and you stroke your fingers through his feathers as Blitzø collapses against his back with a breathless snicker.

Stolas moves to his knees, pulling you down from the railing and into an embrace, and you kiss him, reaching past him to take hold of Blitzø’s horn and pull him into a kiss, too. Blitzø moans into your kiss as Stolas turns his head at an unnatural angle to nip at the side of the imp’s throat with the sharp edge of his beak. The owl giggles as Blitzø hisses, and the imp grabs a fistful of feathers at the back of his head, jerking his head back.

“Watch it, birdie.” he smirks, his tail winding itself around yours beside Stolas’ hip. “I got no problem bendin’ you over that railin’ for round two.”

[oceansarepink]

Trying to analyse apology tour just feels like sorting through slop

The opening is bizarre. A silent treatment has blitz crawling back to be listened to, his personality has done a large backflip from the angry pained person he was the day before. To a grinning idiot trying to make his first fan like him again.

He is used in the same way now as he was in the stupid opening song of the previous - for “mean” careless sex jokes, to be contrasted against the overly sensitive weepy, whiny, half self pitying half self aggrandising “woe is me” Prince. Who is just so above that sort of thing because he’s a deep, generous, kind, occasionally naive and silly innocent romantic precious baby boi with sad backstory. Oh brother. Bring out the violins.

This type of bias from the solo author, Medrano, is just embarrassingly obvious. She gives stolas every win, all of his points are framed as right, she only lets the other character argue if he incriminates himself by warped facts, in a way that can contribute to stolas being right. She doesn’t even try and write this as an “argument.” It’s a case of her favourite OC evar educating and schooling the OC she is less fond of right now, with his superior mind and superior super deep beautiful emotions always put in a background of stars and constellations. Feelings that in truth, don’t go beyond “I want you around cause I’m lonely.”

In between making him cry and weep for our pity, she adds in moments of unfounded indignant behaviour, rage that his privilege dare be questioned, moments of malicious torment, and shaming. Copious amounts of shame. All to pleasure her audience with the satisfaction of stolas winning.

He is just enraged that his ‘feelings’ of attachement that define his identity at this point, are not being returned adequately with acts of servitude, praise, flattery, and gratitude. And while this biased scene is bad enough, Verosika has to be inserted to enable stolas and build him up as if Vivziepop isn’t doing it enough herself with this writing. Because as we probably all know, stolas doesn’t have any friends of his own. He only has Blitzøs adversaries to join with, or a loved one who Blitz is arguing with, to back him up because doing that makes blitz pissed off.

Nobody can defend stolas without just projecting their own feelings about something else, onto him. Or regurgitating his frankly irrelevant tragic backstory. Because this writer knows this is a very bare bones argument she’s trying to make. You have to squint terribly hard and erase a lot of events to make the owl look good and most importantly, look right. Because he isn’t. He’s a creep who believes he fell in love with his object and has never stopped treating him as just an object to throw gifts at in exchange for his loyalty.

He speaks in this whimpery, shaky but loud and overpowering voice, commanding the whole situation. But is given tears in his eyes between each breath enough that you don’t question it. It’s very hard to watch.

The party. What ensues is vivziepop having a slightly worrying fixation with torturing blitz and wishing death on him, using countless nameless voiceless characters as props. And all of them exist, of course, to be enablers of stolas and make him look morally good and correct. But they’re also made into such filthy commoners that the dear pretty clean beautiful prince is terrified of their barbaric rituals. Verosika while rich, is still his emotional support poor.

“He is better than him, he is better than all of them, he is better than everyone. He cries, he gives gifts, he sings songs about his lovely love. Stinky blitz only talks about penises and cloaca’s and says fuck. Stol’s is just so silly, he is baby. Poor baby. Speak from your heart baby.He deserves so much. He sings so fantastic. If you don’t think so, kill yourself.”

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Definition of trying too hard. If you’re a writer and one of your OCs takes this much of an emotional hold over you, you need to stop writing and re-evaluate.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

i refuse to stol thinking about riding jake but getting a bit desperate and frustrated when you want to reach your climax but you’re too erratic to do so and jake kinda notices. just imagining his voice: what can i do for you, baby? what do you need? c’mere there you go, just take it baby don’t worry i got you.

Oh I love this. His hands on your hips, bringing you down to a soft and gentle stop. "Baby, it's okay, slow down. I'm here. I got you. I'm gonna get you there." He'd be so caring and relaxing, you untense your shoulders and let your body relax into his touch. "Just breathe." He says, he takes in a deep breath, you follow suit.

"Just focus on your breathing." Jake's voice is soft like velvet, "breathe." He says, you continue to just breathe. The feeling of him still hard inside of you feels so good. You let your eyes close as you just focus on the feeling of him. You can feel Jake's thumb rolling over your clit, slowly, the pad of his thumb wet from his lips makes you moan out lazily as he moves languidly over your sensitive bud. "Fuuuck."

"There you go, baby, I got you. I got you." He whispers. You keep breathing, eyes closed, letting yourself get lost in him, not the chase of pleasure, but the pleasure you're feeling right now. You let yourself follow your bodies need to move, letting your hips roll over Jake, feeling the way he feels deep inside of you. Jake let's out a deep groan, his thumb moving just a fraction faster over you. You let yourself move a little faster too, bouncing a bit on Jake's cock. Your hands groping your breasts as you give yourself over completely to pleasure. Jake watches from underneath you as you move, lost in a world all your own, in the pleasure he gives you. He can't help but feel so utterly lucky to have you this way, to trust in him and let him make you feel so good that you both slowly start to move faster as the end comes closer. Not wanting to change the rhythm up too much, Jake holds you close and moves faster on your clit as you moan and whimper his name, crying out but still breathing like you were told. "Oh fuck baby I can feel you, it's so close isn't it." He says, your pussy flutters around him as you move, "Y-Yes. Fuck Jake-" "Just keep going, baby. Fuck, baby, take it. Take whatever you need. Let yourself have it." His voice soft like he's barely holding it together. You take his words and do just that, rolling your hips against Jake and gripping on to his shoulders as you move, Jake's pace agaisnt your clit a consistent pace that has you clawing into his skin until something snaps and you fall into him.

His arms encapsulate you as he thrusts up into you, your moans escaping you without control. You can feel tears streaking down your face in pure ecstasy as he holds you, cumming alongside you, filling you up and moaning, his voice shakes, "I-I love you." He whispers roughly in your ear. "I love you." You rasp between exhausted breaths. You roll over next to Jake, his eyes warm and sweet as he looks at your blushing face. He wipes away your tears as you're blissed out and smiling like an idiot. "My good girl."