"Harder." I hiss.
Stolas was practically sitting on me. His feathers are so warm. He keeps pushing. I grip the sheets.
"Blitzy I think I'm doing it hard enough." Stolas says.
"If I'm still breathing it's not hard enough." I say.
He pushes down. I wince. Stolas sits up. He sits beside me.
"You seem so stressed and so... frustrated I want to say." Stolas says.
"I'm fine, just needed a good fucking, which we still have yet to achieve." I say.
I pin him down and press my face into his. He moves his hand up my spine. He's clawing. I need him to grip me. I want a hard fucking. I need it and booze. A lot of booze. I move my tongue and my hands around him.
He pushes off from me suddenly. I look up at him.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Nothing. Just... not in the mood I guess." He says.
His face is strangley red. His eyes look watery. My eyes widen.
"Have you been crying?" I ask.
"What?! No. Yes..." He admits.
"Aw Christ on a stake." I scooch toward him.
"It's just... overwhelming." He mutters.
I look up at him.
"Overwhelming?" I ask.
"You wouldn't understand Blizty." He sighs and turns.
I move up to him.
"Try me." I say.
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FanfictionThis will be the saddest book I've ever written. I watched the most recent Helluva Boss episode, and it broke me. It was so happy and sad at the same time. While I watched all the episodes and fanfics, I've realized how much trauma Blitzo has. Blitz...
