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.”
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Thinking about Barbie and survivors' guilt. Thinking about how she probably wasn't able to stay near Fizz for long because of how badly he was hurt and how she didn't even get a scratch.
Thinking about her giving herself the crossed out tattoo over her circus insignia one night when she's at her lowest. Thinking about the ones she got on her arms after to try to match it and make it look intentional.
Thinking about how Blitz continues to care about her and she pushes him away because she can't stand to see his burned face, and she feels guilty that *she* didn't go after Mama. That he's the one that got to see her last.
Thinking about how she continues to avoid him instead of making amends even when she's sober because every time she sees him he reminds her of Mama. He always looked most like her.
Thinking about how she dropped Cash and can never go back to him because he'll never love her as much as their mother loved her.
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