Stolitz Smutshots

❤️ ~ Stress Reliever.

TW: Shouting, divorce.

Kinks: Overstimulation, choking, refrained orgasm.

PLOT: Two demons having some sexy time after Stolas' court divorce.
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The two left the room, Stolas staring down at the floor. "I suppose you get Via all week." He mumbled to his ex wife, looking up at the woman who was smirking. "What did I tell you, Stolas? I got what I wanted, half of the finances and your girl." Stella smiled, her clawed feet tapping against the wooden floor.

Stolas watched with a keen eye as the woman sat on a small sofa, giving her a look of disgust. "You don't even love her, you want to have custody just so I don't have her." He spoke harshly, shooting her a dangerous glance. "What will you do on the weekdays with her, hm? Leave her to her own endeavours?"

Stolas sighed, rubbing a hand through his feathers. "We both know she'd be a lot happier if I had her weekdays instead, she would have more time to do the things she actually likes in a place she feels comfortable in..."

"Well, that's too bloody bad. I have custody of her now, and there's fuck all you can do about it. The court has spoken, so stop complaining." Stella growled, her feathers puffling from the sounds of her ex-husband.

Stolas was about to speak, but refrained from doing so as he heard the door open from behind him. He turned to see Octavia standing there, giving the two a look of both disgust and sadness. "Can we leave now, Dad?" She spoke with dishonour.

Stolas' heart broke at that, going silent, how could he tell his daughter? She hated her mother, and here she was, having to spend the school week with her mother.

"You're not going with Stolas, you get to see your father on the weekends." Stella spoke, going over and wrapping a malicious arm around her daughter's shoulder. "Plus, we wouldn't want a gorgeous Geisha family member like you with a hellhole owl, would we sweetie?"

Octavia snapped her neck to look at her, staring in disbelief. "Don't I get any say in this, why can't I go with Dad?" She spoke back in a dangerous tone.

Stella quickly interrupted. "Because your father is more focused on a slutty Imp rather than his own family, and quite frankly I think that it's disgusting he would do such a thing." Stella shoo'd her daughter away towards the door.

"Wait, Stella! Let me speak to Via, please..." Stolas called from behind her, to which she scoffed and shoved herself and Octavia out of the door, leaving the man alone in the room. "Via...!" He whispered helplessly, hoping she would hear him.

Blitzø stood in the doorway from where they had came out from, a frown on his face. "I wouldn't have allowed that whore to take your daughter, Stolas." He growled lowly, giving him an almost ashamed look as he did.

Stolas snapped his head around to look at him. "Blitz... Not now, please..." He whispered, clearly upset from the current situation. He dragged his clawed feet across the wooden floor, sitting on the sofa his ex wife sat in. "I couldn't have done anything, the court said so."

Blitzø rubbed his temple, sighing. "Are you really going to sulk over it before you try and do anything about it?" He went over, sitting next to the tall owl. "I wouldn't let that slide if that was Loona we were talking about, you know." He sighed, placing a gentle hand on Stolas' thigh.

Stolas nodded. "I know, but I need to be there for her. She can't grow up with a father in prison and a mother who dopes herself off her tits..." He looked at Blitzø, a soft gaze came to his face as he monitored his expression.

"I suppose." Blitzø mumbled, looking down at the ground. "But still, I would have at least argued against it. Hell, I would have killed the fucker if I was in your shoes." His eyes narrowed, as if to be silently questioning his significant other.