Stolitz Oneshots

Our Starlight (fluff/smut)

Stolas and Blitzø were curled in their bed together, the imp's tail wrapped around the prince's leg as they shared clumsy, lazy kisses between soft giggles.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" Blitzø whispered, unable to believe he was ever deserving of his beautiful feathered husband who was gazing at him with unconditional love in his ruby red eyes. "I really don't deserve you, Stolz."

"You deserve the entire cosmos, my darling." Stolas replied, pressing a kiss between Blitzø's horns, right above the old circus brand. "Of all the men in hell, you are by far the most extraordinary one I've ever met. You are so strong, and brave, and no one else could ever be more deserving of my heart and body, Blitzy." Stolas murmurs, trailing his fingers down to Blitzø's hip. "And you are an amazing father to our girls. I couldn't have asked for a better man to share the rest of my life with, my love."

"That reminds me...I've been thinking about something." Blitzø says, his hand resting on Stolas' waist, his thumb rubbing gentle patterns against the owl's thin abdomen. "Have you ever thought about us... having one of our own?"

"A baby?" Stolas asked, looking at Blitzø with surprise.

"I mean, it's just an idea, and you know me, I get stupid ideas all the time--"

"It's not a stupid idea, darling." Stolas interrupted him, cupping his imp's face gently. "I would love to have a child with you."

"...Really?" Blitzø says. "That's even possible?"

"A little magic goes a long way, darling." Stolas replies.

Blitzø didn't say another word as he brought their lips together, his hands guiding Stolas onto his back as two long, feathered legs wrapped around his waist.

"I love you so much, Stolas." Blitzø whispered into the prince's feathers, his hands moving down to spread his legs apart wider as he crawled down between the long limbs.

The prince sighed softly as he felt his husband's lips parted over his hole as the imp took his time lapping gently at his sensitive hole, being uncharacteristically slow and gentle. He pushed two fingers inside, stretching Stolas' walls out. The prince moaned softly, his hand stroking Blitzø's head softly right between his horns, knowing that his imp loved being touched there, and knowing that imp's horns were sensitive at the base.

"Oh, Blitzy..." Stolas groaned, his head falling back as his beak hung open in ecstasy. The imp positioned himself between those long, long legs, removing his fingers and using that hand to slick himself up before prodding his tip against his husband's entrance, sinking in with one thrust like he was always meant to be there, and maybe he was. Maybe this was right where he was supposed to be, clasped in the arms of a Goetia Prince while he made sweet, gentle, passionate love to him.

Stolas held his imp close, gasping with soft little cries in his ear as his claws lightly scratched into his red skin. Blitzø cradled the prince's face in his hands as he looked down at the absolutely beautiful sight before him.

"I love you so fucking much, Stolas." Blitzø whispered breathlessly, caught in the waves of pleasure and emotions crashing over him. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to give you a beautiful baby, our baby."

"I want that too!" Stolas cried out, his legs trembling as they clasped around Blitzø's waist, his hole clenching around Blitzø's dick as it stretched him open, rubbing against that one special spot deep inside him repeatedly, setting his nerve endings on fire. "I love you so much, Blitzy. I want to carry your child, I want you to put one in me..."

Blitzø let out a strangled groan as he buried himself balls deep inside him, his dick twitching as he came with a string of gasped, breathless obscenities, still thrusting softly. Stolas cried out the imp's name as he reached his climax at the same time, muscles spasming as he gasped for air, chest tight with emotion as he embraced the man he loved more than life itself, the man who defended him against Satan's wrath, who was willing to sacrifice himself for him, who nearly did lose his fragile mortal life in the process.

The man who will one day father his child.

-a few hours later-

The pair lay curled in each other's arms, Blitzø's head resting over Stolas' abdomen, where there could potentially be a new life forming any second now.

"I can't wait to have a baby with you, Stolas." Blitzø whispered, his fingers playing with the owl's feathers.

"Me either, my dear." Stolas whispered. "Me either..."

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