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Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 4

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, BondageOther Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Additional Tags for Chapter 4: Fucking Machines, Dom/sub, Subdrop, only beginning though they catch it before it goes too far, Gags, Bratting, Sex Toys, Daddy Dom Ozzie, Bratty Sub Fizzarolli Word Count Chapter 4: 4,796

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Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

Well, posting the last chapter of a fic about a pairing that was still a rare-pair when you started/wrote most of it and that is now such a big thing sure is a new experience for me :')

I'm always happy to get nice comments on ao3, but also if you reblog this here I absolutely love that too!

Anyway, here's the last chapter, have fun and mind the new tags!

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He was immediately cocooned in a gigantic fluffy towel and rubbed down with the same gentle thoroughness Ozzie had used to soap him up earlier. He was already too warm, so the towel made him feel even more stifled, but he accepted the care, especially since he could feel Ozzie walk out of the bathroom and towards their bedroom while he was gently drying his head.

The towel landed on the floor by the bedroom‘s entrance, and so did the shower cap, to be cleaned up by one of the succu-housemaids later. Ozzie, still wet from the shower, nuzzled against Fizz’ forehead for a moment before he put him down on the bed and quickly heated up his own body so the moisture still in his feathers would evaporate. The gust of hot air made Fizz wiggle in a mixture of discomfort and anticipation. The satin sheets only felt pleasantly cool against his skin for a second before his own body heat leeched into them.

“Ozzieeee,” he whined, his eyes glued to his royal lover‘s back. He had walked over to a shelf and was fucking around with something that wasn’t Fizz’s ass and thus obviously completely irrelevant in Fizz’ lust-addled mind. He felt soft, pliant, hot, like a tray of brownies ten minutes out of the oven, and somebody really fucking needed to eat him or he was going to turn to fucking stone.

(The weed having kicked in fully by now didn’t help his already whirling mind come up with decent metaphors, either.)

“Don’t worry baby, daddy’s here,“ Ozzie cooed somewhere to his right as the mattress sagged with his weight. Fizz realized only now that he had closed his eyes, and he opened them just in time to see Ozzie grab his leg before he pulled him into position so he could get to his ass more comfortably. Fizzarolli immediately grabbed his own legs and pulled them open to give Ozzie plenty of access.

He hadn’t seen what Ozzie had grabbed from the shelf, but he wasn‘t surprised to feel a generously lubed finger push into him. Ozzie finger-fucked him for a few delightful moments, then he pulled out and came back with more lube. That repeated another two times, and Fizz was just about to make a stink about how he didn’t need any more lube but he really needed more than a finger, when finally something else was pushing against his entrance. He looked down to see the base of the transparent beaded butt plug with the glitter in it. He frowned as the first two beads slipped into his hyper-slippery hole with hardly even a squelch.

“Ozzie, I swear to fucking Satan, why the fuck is that not your dick?!”

Ozzie winced, but pushed one more bead into him; at least this one, Fizz actually felt. “We talked about this, Fizzlecakes, no other Sin’s names in the bedroom…”

Fizz rolled his eyes and pushed back to make the next bead push into him faster. Oh, yes, that was more like it. Still not as good as Ozzie’s cock would have felt, though.

“Yeah yeah, gonna swear to fucking Bobo the Clown next time, but seriously, Ozzie??”

Ozzie leaned forward and nuzzled against his face. Fizz wanted to stay angry with him, but both the nuzzle and the next bead – this one a little bigger than the size of his own fist – made the addition of anger to his fuzzy mind way too complicated.

“I told you earlier that I’ve got a specific kind of game in mind, right? I need you really, really lose for that, baby.”

Fizz had a fuzzy memory of Ozzie talking about “very specific fun”, but that might as well have been a month ago with how completely unrelated it felt to his current situation.

He still let out a stubborn whine, even though the next bead made him feel nearly full enough to stop the pain of the unbearable vacuum inside of him where Ozzie’s cock should be.

“I know, baby,” Ozzie soothed him as he started to work in the last and biggest bead of the plug – more a ball than a bead, really. “I’m gonna fill you up all nice, then I’m going to put a blindfold on you and get the toy I’ve been working on, alright? And then you’ll get the pounding of your life, I promise.”

“Ozziiieee, that’s gonna take way too looong,” Fizz sobbed, raising his hips hungrily to make the rest of the plug slip in faster. His arms shot out to grab at Ozzie’s fluff and pull him in to just fuck him right now, immediately (not a thought in his head about how much time it would take to pull out the beaded plug again safely).

But Ozzie just let out a few gentle clucks and untangled his robotic hands from his mane as gently as if they had actual fingers that could get hurt if they got stuck.

“Either you’re good now, or daddy’s gonna stick a vibe egg right here,” he pushed at the base of the plug and finally slipped the rest of the last, grapefruit-sized bead in. “And then you’ll lie here and think long and hard about why it would have been better to let daddy stick to his plans instead of being a greedy, impatient little brat…”

Fizz let out a desperate keen, both from the absolutely delicious stretch and the excruciating thought of having to lie here with all of that silicone not only inside of him, but a vibrator making all of those beads judder and torturing his sensitive, hungry hole while it was still not getting fucked…

“So what’s it gonna be, baby?” Ozzie asked, his long, slippery fingers rubbing through his crack up to his tail and giving the sensitive bit of skin right below a firm, nearly punishing massage.

“Gonna be good, big daddy,” Fizz mewled, desperately gasping for air, unable to keep his ass from trying to wriggle away from Ozzie’s fingers on that oversensitive spot. That wriggling of course just made him feel the plug’s tip deep in his guts, punching another overwhelmed gasp out of him.

The touch below his tail stopped.

“That‘s my good Fizzy-frog,” he rumbled, then he leaned forward to nuzzle against Fizz’ cheek. His fingers rubbed up and down his cock twice, in a nearly soothing rhythm, before he finally gave his hip a squeeze and pulled away.

Fizz had thought he had been too hot earlier, but now that Ozzie’s body heat completely retreated, he felt suddenly very, very cold.

“Don‘t leave, Ozzie…” His voice came out weaker than before, hardly more than a whimper.

Ozzie immediately looked up from where he had been taking a blindfold out of the nightstand drawer. He dropped the blindfold on the bed and leaned over Fizzy again, cupping his face gently as he looked him in the eyes.

Fizz felt the cold retreat.

“I just need to be gone for a minute at most, baby,“ Ozzie said, and immediately the dread crept back into Fizz’ chest. It must have also crept onto his face, because Ozzie kissed his cheeks and his forehead and gently ran his hand over his hat. “How about I give you the bubble sheet? You can count the bubbles, and I’ll be back in no time.”

Fizz made a face. His discomfort was pushing him into a slightly different headspace, but at least that made him feel more mopey than, well… alone.

“Okay. Also the chewy-gag,” he said.

“Whatever my Fizzy-baby wants,“ Ozzie cooed, and Fizz was very proud of himself for not just answering that what he really wanted was for Ozzie to just fuck him. He knew that he’d be really glad that he had been patient later, because when Ozzie surprised him with something in the bedroom, it usually ended with Fizz getting both his mind and his back blown out in the most intense and devious way possible. But right now he felt like a mopey baby and he wanted Ozzie to be here, not somewhere that wasn’t here.

Ozzie cooed and kissed him for another few moments, then he got up to get the bubble sheet from Fizz’ fidget toy chest and the custom-made gag with the chewy mouth-bit from the same shelf the butt plug had come from. He sat back down and kissed his face a few more times, then he trailed more kisses down his chest, making Fizz feel all happy and soft again.

Suddenly Ozzie blew a raspberry on his belly and Fizz let out a yell and nearly propelled himself off the bed – which would have been a very dumb thing to do with that gigantic butt plug still inside of him. A good thing, then, that Ozzie was holding onto his legs at the same time so he couldn’t get away.

“Ozzie!!!” Fizz groused, but when he saw the grin on all three of Ozzie’s faces, he absolutely couldn’t be mad at him.

“That’s more like it,” Ozzie said, then he held the chewy pillow-shaped mouth part of the gag against his lips. “Say ah?”

Fizz rolled his eyes and did, indeed, say “Ah!” It was silly, but he did suddenly feel way better, as if he’d been slowly sinking into quicksand and that raspberry had been a cartoon kangaroo grabbing him and pulling him out in one powerful jump. He could still feel his heart beat in his ears when he closed his mouth around the gag and started to suck on it like an oversized binky.

Ozzie led the strap of the gag around behind Fizz’ head and secured it with the quick-release buckle on Fizz’ cheek. He pressed the bubble sheet into his hand, then he laid the padded leather eye-mask they used as blindfold on his face. Fizz could feel warm, large fingertips caress his cheek.

“You good, baby?” Ozzie asked.

Fizz buried his molars in the gag and nodded.

Ozzie gently lifted his head and fastened the velcro of the eye-mask. “See, I knew you could be good.” Fizz felt a kiss on his cheek, between the strap of the gag and the mask, then the fidget toy was put in his hand. A moment later, Ozzie’s weight vanished and his warmth retreated again.

Fizz kept gnawing on the chew toy and tried to map the bubble toy with one hand. He started to push bubbles in one by one, counting them while he did his best to slowly breath through his nose. The gag was making him drool, though it was better than with most ball gags. Fizz liked having gags in his mouth, more than Ozzie liked gagging him, actually (Ozzie generally preferred to hear any noises Fizz would gift him with), but he still had mixed feelings about the drooling. It was awesome when Ozzie’s dick was in his mouth, and drooling while he was getting fucked just added to the general feeling of debauchery, but when he was just waiting with a gag in his mouth, it sometimes did feel unpleasant, unattractive, helpless…

He could have used his hands to wipe the drool away. Ozzie hadn’t tied him down. But he didn’t want to touch the gag with his hands – that wasn’t his place, that was Ozzie’s privilege, the only part of him that got to touch the gag was his mouth. It was Ozzie’s job to clean him up. If Ozzie didn’t want him clean, Fizz wasn’t going to be clean.

That thought helped. Yes, the drool that was drying on his chin still felt unpleasant, but that was okay. Ozzie liked it when he got messy in bed. Ozzie liked the way Fizz looked when he lost control. It was alright. It was just like it was supposed to be.

He kept counting bubbles.

Just when he was finished with the second row, he heard Ozzie come back into the room. There was a noise like something heavy and metal was being put down, then some squeaking and grinding sounds.

The bed dipped, and Ozzie’s hand was back, opening the quick-release of Fizz’ gag.

“See, I’m back already. No time at all, right? Come on, spit that out, baby.”

Fizz opened his mouth wide so Ozzie could get the gag out without getting it caught on his sharp teeth. The blindfold didn’t come off, but Ozzie took the opportunity to push his thumb against Fizz’ tongue and caress his spit-slick cheek with his palm. Fizz sighed through his nose as he closed his lips around Ozzie’s finger and gave it a suckle. He tasted like metal.

He felt Ozzie bend over him, the fluff of his mane tickling his shoulders. Ozzie’s breath was on his face, a strange kind of silence hanging between them that he couldn’t read because he still couldn’t see shit, but then Ozzie pulled his thumb out of Fizz’ mouth and kissed him hard and deep.

Fizz let go of the bubble sheet and wrapped all of his limbs around Ozzie, his arms and legs looping twice around his body, his tail sliding up Ozzie’s arm and clinging to it like a climbing plant. All his apprehension melted in the heat of Ozzie’s body and he gave himself up to his mouth. For a moment he felt he might be able to liquify and seep into Ozzie, fuse with him like one of those creepy deep-sea fish, or like lichen on a tree, so he never had to be anywhere but right where Ozzie was.

Ozzie stood up without breaking the kiss and carried Fizz off the bed and in the direction of the bedroom window. He stopped after just two steps, though, and went down on his knees, as far as Fizz could tell just by feeling his movement.

“Retract,” he ordered, and Fizz immediately did. He completely let go of Ozzie, whose hands were securely cradling his body, and went limp as Ozzie turned him around. “Elbows and knees.”

Fizz let Ozzie put him down on something that felt like leather, very new leather, still a little stiff, but not uncomfortable, exactly the right size for his upper body. His metal limbs, which were hanging off the leather cushion or whatever it was, clinked against something that was also metal, maybe metal rods of some sort. He could feel them move, and then there were restraints, and he felt his limbs getting strapped against the rods. He tried to create a mental image of whatever device he was getting strapped into right now. It felt a lot like a normal spanking bench, though those usually didn’t let his crotch hang as freely as this one. And he’d also usually have his arms and legs bound to the legs of the bench itself, not these rods that were very much adjustable, as he soon figured out when the rods his legs were strapped to moved farther apart, forcing him to spread his thighs. The pressure of the plug inside of him was a little unpleasant now that he was lying on his belly, but it also pushed against his prostate way more insistently now. He squirmed while Ozzie did something that resulted in a few clicking sounds. His impatience was coming back, mixing with slight confusion and burning anticipation until he couldn’t help a pained little whine coming out of him.

There was a big hand on his back now, gently rubbing up and down between his shoulder blades. “Are you alright, Fizzy? I need you to stay in this position for a while.”

“Ozzie, please,” Fizz whimpered. He tried to grab that hand with his tail to pull it farther down. “I’ve been so good, can’t you just—“

“Fizz, focus” Ozzie”s voice stopped him. He sounded serious, commanding, hot enough for Fizz’ cock to start dripping again. “I need to know if you can hold this position.”

Fizz took a deep breath and tried to check in with himself. Everything felt so loose and fluffy, more like cotton candy than flesh and bones. He tried to start at the bottom and go up. His hips were alright, bis back too, but…

“Shoulders,” he said.

“Up or down?”

“Down please.”

He could hear Ozzie’s smile in his voice. “Well done, baby.”

The adjustable rods that his arms were strapped to moved a little, pulling his arms down just an inch or so and allowing his shoulders to relax properly. Ozzie’s hand was still between his shoulder blades, feeling for the tension that had been bothering Fizz.

“Better?”

Fizz nodded. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good boy…” Ozzie’s large hand ran down his back, skimming the base of his tail. “Now that you’re all cozy and loose, let’s get this thing out of you, hm?” He gave the base of the beaded plug a little tug, but instead of just pulling it out right away, Fizz heard him squeeze some more lube onto his fingers, which he immediately started to massage into the skin of Fizz’ stretched rim. Once his skin was slippery enough for Ozzie’s taste, he slowly started to pull out the first bead.

The beaded plug wasn’t quite as bad as regular anal beads, where pulling them out one by one was half the fun of the whole exercise. But it was still intense to feel his hole stretch once again to let that largest bead slip out. The relief that washed over him when it popped out was short-lived, because Ozzie immediately slipped a wet finger into his hole to rub more lube into the tissue just inside of him. Of course he appreciated that Ozzie just really didn‘t want him to tear, but it also made something deep in his loins bubble up. Ozzie was always careful, sure, but if he was being this thorough, it usually meant that something big was coming. This was pre-fisting behavior.

His speculations were interrupted when Ozzie pulled out the next bead, added some more lube, and then went for the next two in quick succession. Fizz’ body was boiling again, his mind by now too sluggish and woozy from the brownies to really concentrate on anything but the beads slipping out of him one by one. The only thought that did make it all the way from his brain into his awareness — a recollection of that time Ozzie had stuffed him with eggs and a good half-gallon of lube and had him squeeze out every single one of them — wasn‘t exactly helpful either.

“There we go,” Ozzie said as the last few beads dropped out of Fizz’ hole without any resistance. Fizz was kind of curious just how big his gape was right now. Judging by the way Ozzie had to use three fingers for him to actually feel any stretch, it had to be massive.

“You have been so good, Froggie baby, so patient…” Ozzie rumbled as he fingered even more lube into his open, waiting hole. “Are you ready to get your reward?”

Fizz nodded frantically and pushed his ass backwards as far as he could with his thighs tied to the metal rods. “Daddy, please,” he whined, though it came out more slurry and wet this time than before. The fingers and the cool lube inside of him made him shiver, and he could feel himself sweat where his upper body was pressed against the leather cushion and drip where his stiff cock was just far enough from that cushion that he could’t hump against it. He felt trapped and hot and as if he was about to fucking explode, too strung-out on both Ozzie’s foreplay and the anticipation of what he was working towards to even continue begging. He was on the brink of something, hanging by a thread, and even though he knew Ozzie had him, would always have him, he didn‘t know how much longer he could hang on.

But Ozzie knew. Ozzie always knew.

There was the noise of more metal parts being adjusted, then something that felt like the tip of a dildo slipped into Fizz’s waiting, open hole.

Fizz was about to break down in tears because that STILL wasn’t Ozzie’s cock. How much longer was he going to do this to him? Hadn’t he said that he had been good, that he was going to get a reward, so why was he still—

But then he heard the flip of a switch and the dildo started to move deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper.

It moved at such a consistent, unwavering speed, not only going deeper but stretching his rim wider and wider, that Fizz nearly started to panic when it kept moving beyond the point the plug had penetrated inside of him and stretched him more than the biggest bead had before. For a second he forgot where he was and who he was and that Ozzie was right beside him and thought that this thing was going to keep moving, that it was going to rip through his guts and into his lungs and his heart and force its way through blood and gore to come out of his mouth as if he was a chicken being roasted on a stick, but then the forward movement stopped, and it started to slowly move back again.

But once again Fizz didn’t have time to feel relieved — because that dildo had some kind of soft barbs at its underside that had been flush with its length when it had pushed in, but which were now dragging against his colon walls and especially his prostate on their way out of him. Fizz’ head snapped up when he felt that, and his mouth dropped open on a silent whimper.

He heard Ozzie’s chuckle when the dildo stopped moving again, just deep enough inside of him for Fizz to still feel it. As the whole process started over, he felt Ozzie’s hand on his shoulder and then on the back of his head. He blinked into the dim light of their bedroom as Ozzie pulled off the eye mask.

Fizz wanted to say something. ‘You’re fucking killing me, Ozz’ maybe, or just a nice long string of ‘fuck’s, but the dildo came back faster this time and even though it did not actually push as far as his lungs, it still took his breath away. The only thing that came out of his mouth was a desperate keen like that of a dying animal when it pulled back again, also faster than before.

“You get why I needed you really, really relaxed, baby?” Ozzie cooed at him, cradling his jaw in one hand so he could push his chin up and see every tiny expression of his. His eyes looked like two thin slits of neon light in the deep blue of his face. The dildo started to move into him once more, again a little faster, but Fizz still had just enough of his mental capacity left to notice that Ozzie was breathing harder, too. A deep shiver ran through his body, a touch of lightning that warred with the expanding, boiling lust inside of him for just a second before the two merged. Ozzie was feeding off him, sharing his lust without any more of a touch than the finger under his chin. Fizz could see his hard cock from the corner of his eye and his mouth watered just before the dildo pulled back again and sent him into a new wave of ecstasy.

The movements of the dildo got faster and faster, and his mind was soon completely filled with the electric storm of an incredible fuck after thorough, torturous foreplay. But even as he started to moan and sob with every in- and out-movement, the scent of Ozzie’s arousal this close to him didn’t allow him to just completely let go.

“Ozzie,” he managed to push out around a low sob while the dildo’s soft barbs combed his insides, “fuck my — oh fuck!” He didn‘t manage to get all of it out, because the dildo was coming back and by now the thrusting was so fucking fast, just punching into him and pulling out, punching in, pulling out, faster and faster and faster…

There was no way he was going to be able to tell Ozzie what he wanted from him. So he just opened his mouth, let his tongue hang out and stared up at Ozzie through a veil of overwhelmed tears.

With his mouth open like this, Fizz couldn’t hold back any of the needy, wet, embarrassing noises or the dribbling of drool that the insistent, faster and faster thrusting of the fuck machine was forcing out of him. He was sobbing and grunting and squawking while he tried to hold eye-contact with Ozzie, who was still just watching him with an expression on his face as if he was looking at the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

He let out a deep, insistent whine, because words just were not an option anymore. He felt like he was about to come at any moment. The dildo was moving so fast that he could hardly tell whether it was thrusting in or pulling out at any given moment. He needed Ozzie’s cock in his mouth so badly that he felt like he was going to die if he didn’t get it right this minute — for real this time, not like earlier when he had thought he’d die if he wasn’t going to get fucked soon, because obviously he had survived that long enough.

“Alright, baby…” Ozzie pressed out. His voice sounded like he was out of breath, his hand was trembling as he grabbed Fizz’ jaw harder, and when he used his other hand to finally, finally feed his cock into Fizz waiting, open mouth, it seemed like he missed on accident when he smeared his leaking tip over Fizz’ cheek before he locked in on the target.

The fuck machine was pistoning the dildo in and out of him at such a speed that Fizz stopped being a body and just became scalding, liquid energy. Ozzie filled his head with his cock and his taste and his scent, Fizz’ face was buried in the fuzz of his big, hard body, unable to breathe but also absolutely unable to care about that.

He didn’t know when he started to come, but it had to have happened at some point between him turning into liquid and the world bursting into white and red fireworks.

It would have been too much to say that he “blacked out”, but he also wasn’t really conscious for the next however many minutes. He only realized that the fuck machine had stopped and that Ozzie had untied him when he was lifted up and cradled against Ozzie’s fluffy chest, and he had no idea when exactly they had left the bedroom, but they were definitely in the bathroom now. There was a glass being pushed against his lips, and he realised that the inside of his mouth tasted like Ozzie’s jizz, which was a taste he loved when it was fresh but which was as vile as anybody else’s fluids the morning after. He took a sip of water, but apparently his throat was still shot from swallowing Ozzie all the way down while he was pretty literally getting fucked out of his mind, and he immediately started choking.

“Careful, froggy!” Ozzie immediately put the glass down and bent Fizz forward over one of his hands while he tapped his back with the other one. Fizz coughed up a good amount of jizz and spit before he finally felt like he could breathe again, then he let Ozzie give him some more water. This time he bent his head forward immediately after taking the sip and just shook it back and forth to rinse his mouth, then he spit again.

He shook his head the next time Ozzie offered him the glass, then he let himself be scooped up again. He buried his face in Ozzie’s chest while Ozzie carried him into the shower and slipped another shower cap over his hat. The warm water made him even more sleepy, and he began to drift in and out of consciousness while big, warm hands cleaned his completely fucked-out body. There was another big, fluffy towel, and the next time he managed to push his way through the heavy blanket of exhaustion, an actual blanket was covering him, and Ozzie was in the process of joining him under that blanket. He adjusted the cover over the both of them before he pulled Fizz close to him. Cocooned in warmth and softness and Ozzie’s beloved scent, Fizz finally let himself slip down into sleep.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Yoo guess what? I just had another silly thought(tm)!

So pulling from some previous asks, Cassie being terrified and paranoid of Gregory thinking he's out to get her for surviving his alleged murder attempt with the elevator and is planning to strike again any second to 'finish the job'.

And Prototype Freddy becoming protective of Cassie after she went out of her way to get him repaired and whole, and likely becoming besties with Roxy bc both adore the lil girl.

And Cassie having tried to 'expose' Gregory's dirt but nothing coming from it so in desperation she asked Prototype Freddy's help.

With those past ones in mind I just thought of a new one. :3c

Prototype Freddy all repaired and bonding with Cassie and the group, slowly learning from them about the stuff that happened. Like why they were broken and left behind. And what Cassie went through in Ruin, especially the elevator thing.

And he's so. freaking. indignated. Especially that they have the culprit right there and facing no consequence whatsoever. The one responsible for Cassie's, his own little superstar, suffering. And man, the sheer impunity makes him SO MAD.

So instead of Cassie asking him for anything, Prototype Freddy decides to do something about it himself. Not that ones like Roxy aren't capable, but he's the one with the winning stealth and infiltration card, being identical to a certain other bear.

He maybe tells Roxy his plan before heading out as a headsup, in case anything happens.

Then he goes and the moment Gregory and Glamrock Freddy separate even if just briefly (maybe Glamrock Freddy goes to recharge or something idk,) Prototype enters the scene to rejoin Gregory as his Freddy (maybe he gets Glamrock Freddy stuck somewhere like inside a recharge station or something idk again, just to ensure he has enough time to perform the switch smoothly,) hiding the fact that he's actually a wolf in a familiar sheep's clothing.

Then when Prototype Freddy finally thinks he's gotten Gregory alone with him, his "best friend" only, you get the idea right?

Hmm, the tea!

Puts this child in his stomach hatch and spins him like a tumble dryer. Starts jumping up and down as fast as possible to shake him up like a fizzy faz. Takes him to one of the old locked off storage areas, pops him out like a pez dispenser and bails, locking the door behind him. Plenty of ways to give him a time out!

Could fill his stomach hatch with water and drop him in it like a fish bowl (with air of course he's not Funtime Freddy now) lmao he could get creative with it! He could make friends with a skunk and open the stomach hatch to unleash it on him he could do anything lmao Gregory will never suspect a thing!

On another note, Prototype Freddy being pissed off at this situation is fun. Roxy watching him pace in frustration over this thinking "wow he's just like me for real..." will DJ nods in agreement cause he's seen her do this a thousand times lmao. I now have the idea that she started liking Prototype Freddy because he told someone to fuck off or something lmao it was like a switch flicking off in her head. He swore and destroyed her perception of him so hard he suddenly was a completely different guy to her. That's not Freddy anymore. She's never met this guy before. Oh he has the same name? What a coincidence! Completely different guy now!

Everyone else may struggle to get past him being basically a Freddy clone, but he swore that one time and Roxy's cured! Glamrock Freddy who? Never heard of him!

Here's something for you that's stuck to what I'm doing with Sewerhell stuff: different names! Some of the older versions of the animatronics choose different names to go by to avoid as much confusion. It's not always a big change, like Prototype Freddy could go by Fred exclusively or something or a nickname like 'Proto' or something could stick, I dunno I have fun finding different ways to differentiate everyone ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[greypetrel]

*peeks* *runs away, just to return with TEGLIA DI LASAGNE*

What's Alyra's unfiltered opinion on the other blorbos? And most importantly, on their crushes 👀 Also, if Max had to feed Liara a typical dish from Earth, what would it be?

*corre dietro alle lasagne* Offro panettone in cambio! *apre un trench pieno di panettoni*

Oh LOL, Alyra's opinions are FUN.

Alyra on the other blorbos:

Raina: "Bat-shit crazy. A wild card. I don't know how is she even alive eating what she does. Useful, but an asset you can't direct. Perfect for Kirkwall. How is she alive eating how she does, tho. Note to self: never EVER accept an invitation to drink with her, the tavern she seems to favour is the one place you will catch your death by germs." Garrett: "Reliable, if you need the Hawkes, ask him and not his sister. Questionable humour, makes Alistair's seem refined. Not swayable if you touch his family. Jovial, friendly, potentially dangerous." Aisling: "Clever, very fit for politics, reliable as an ally. Do not ever admit that to her face, she'd be even more annoying than she is. Irritatingly unsure of herself and to have around. Good ally, dangerous as enemy, the People needs more like her. Morrigan likes her, so it's fine, can entrust her with them." After Trespasser: "Can't see why she disbanded the Inquisition and went stealth. Fucking Teagan ruined another good thing." Radha: "A grudgy spy. Never cross her if not to impart the killing blow. Good as an asset, too impredictable as an ally. Keep your cards to your chest when she's around." Max: "Reliable, good at her job, but I'll take that playlist and shove her where the sun doesn't shine."

Alyra on the crushes. But taken as a unit because it's more fun:

Raina+Merrill+Bela: "Merrill seems happy so it's fine, I'm glad she got away from fucking Merethari. Isabela? Good taste, nothing to say. Luckily Alistair told no to the threesome, it would have been awkward. Remember to thank him without explain exactly why lest he becomes annoying. The raccoon seems more manageable." Garrett+Fenris: "Do not cross one if you don't mean to cross both. Give money to Fenris to counter slavers, whatever he wants. The Blue Wraith? Suggest him a better name. Or a lack of one. Nothing to say, they're a fine couple, both good people." Aisling+Cullen: "Good for him to having got his head out of his ass. Sappy, horribly so. What could have been with Alistair. Finance their clinic, why not. But invites to dinner? Once in a while, too sappy otherwise." Max+Liara: "No, god, no. Good for each other I guess, do not approach. She's clever, reminds me of Merrill. Can tone the crazy engineering down. Why her cabinets sounds when she opens them? WHY. Run."

Liara's menu for Max, taken from the most renowned historical source on Italian cooking: GialloZafferano

Shrimps in pink sauce (Max likes rock music from the 80s. She searched a fish recipe from the 80s and that's what she found. Doesn't really understand why mixing mayo and ketchup is considered a think to do, but she won't question it, maybe it'll be another genius idea of Joey Tempest and she'd like to talk about other things this evening thank you.)

Gran Fritto Misto of fish, zucchini and zucchini flowers (of course, she has to conquer the girl.)

A very special place bought directly in Livorno Max won't shut up about and will be the piece de resistence and actually get the girl:

Caramelized figs crostata as a dessert.

Honestly this was an overkill, Max would have been conquered by a bottle of spuma alone. The expectations over her liking the cinque e cinque (it's a sandwich filled with a thin pie made from chickpea flour, a typical streetfood from Livorno) would be sky-high, but she will like it a lot, Max won't cry. They need to talk about her problem with spuma (a fizzy drink you only find in Tuscany. Much to my chagrin because it's so good and I'd like to drink some, right now), Max, honey, you have to drink water, not only fizzy drinks.

[lemon-pilled]

Similarities between TF2 and Splatoon (2)

by me (a sploon 2 player) and @d-9542 (a tf2 player) (they barely ever post tho and anyways this was my idea lol)

i cant cut posts in half on mobile sorry

TLDR, splatoon and tf2 are very similar in many ways

team vs team (turf wars and regular tf2 battles idk what theyre called)

team vs game (salmon run and MvM)

COSMETICS AND GUNS (self explanatory.)

events (idk if they count as seasonal lol but splatfests and scream fortress)

(i almost spelled fortrass in that last one LMAO oh my god im so sleep deprived)

stupidly elaborate lore (my friend isnt wrong ngl)

something something, precious resource stolen (zapfish and australium)

GMOD + SFM communities (i think splatoon has the biggest sfm community that isnt for a valve thing but dont quote me on this)

competitive scene (lots of games have this but honorable mention or something anyways ranked battles/league battles and competitive mode)

similar game modes (will elaborate later)

color themes woo (red vs blu, the iconic orange vs blue from splatoon 1, green vs pink in splatoon 2 and yellow vs purple in splatoon 3)

family rivalry i guess (like theres the whole mann brothers thing and i guess the sploon 1 final splatfest counts as well as the whole plot of sploon 2 hero mode? idk.)

'voice commands' (tf2 has A LOT. splatoon has like.....4. and they display as text with inkling/octoling noises. but they all have a different versions in different languages i think)

shinies (the australiam weapons and gold frying pan for tf2, and the stupid fucking golden toothpick from the DLC that im never getting because i absolutely cannot figure out how to beat girl power station someone send help)

bombs (literally demoman and the different bomb sub weapons in splatoon 2. i think he would have fun with those, especially fizzy bombs. im getting distracted fuck)

main and sub weapons (technically tf2 has a lot more categories but for the sake of my sanity im seperating them like this. sub weapons in splatoon ARENT limited to bombs only, for those of you who dont play.)

special abilities (while splatoon specials are different for each weapon, the abilities are dependant on the class in tf2. eg, ink armour and ubercharge, both of which makes you temporarily invincible and can affect teammates. but ink armour is the whole team, while uber is like, yourself and one other person. also charge times lmao the bane of my existance. the pain when you really need to use your special but the gauge isnt filled yet :[ )

"Cut off from developer support 😔" (my friends words. also technically not true because tf2 got updates about like last week as of posting, while splatoon is getying a THIRD GAME IN SEPTEMBER LETS FUCKING GO.)

stories! (tf2 has the comics, and splatoon has official short stories on their site.)

similar(?) gamemodes time pog

(a lot of the splatoon gamemodes can be compared to multiple tf2 gamemodes so thsy may show up several times lol)

online gameplay

online gameplay woo basically the same thing? the goals are a bit different cause in splatoon youre trying to get the most turf inked but literally you just shoot at people. pew pew.

salmon run and mann vs machine

this is like literally the same thing. the goals are different but basically a team of players have to fight against several waves of salmonoids/robots. you get stuff by beating the waves (i think?????? i dont play tf2 and my brain is, again, too tired to comprehend what the wiki is trying to say) and stuff and you win ONLY if you get all of them.

control points and tower control/splat zones

i think symmetrical cp is closer to tower control than the other ones. like, all of the splatoon maps are symmetrical so....

anyways

both teams have to take over a certain amount of spots to win. in splatoon 2 this is done by riding the tower (which is more like a payload thing but i think rainmaker is more similar to that than tower control) while in tf2 this is done by standing at the capture point. it takes a while to capture each point for both games, tho in splatoon you dont have to recapture, since it isnt exactly like capture points? thats more of a splat zones thing.

speking of splat zones this one is similar to cp in the fact that you have to literaly capture zones. usually1, but there may be 2. capturning the zones is similar to how its done in tf2, except instead of just standing there you have to cover the area with your teams ink. the counter only goes down if your ink is majority and you have all the zones.

im too tired to do all the big brain thinking to explain this more so MOVING ON

payload and rainmaker (and also the peristalsis stage in octo expansion)

you move a thing to a goal. you win if you get that thing to the goal! thats the very basics but while payload is like a move the cart via a track thing rainmaker is literally just grabbing the rainmaker and getting it to (or as close as possible) to the podium on the opposing teams aide of the map and actually i take back my earlier statment payload is quite similar to tower control.

HOWEVER. in splatoon both teams are fighting to get the rainmaker to their respective podiums. in payload, only one team moves the cart, while the other team tries to stop them.

the peristalsis stage is basically the same thing but with 1 player only cos the octo expansion DLC is a single player campaign. that and you have to shoot at it to get it to move.

king of the hill and splat zones

literally the exact same thing????? like im not even kidding. theres a certain area you have to capture, and once you have that area a timer starts to count down. but if the enemy captures it from you the timer for your team pauses and the enemys counter starts. this is kinda short cause theres not that much for me to point out lol

PASS time and clam blitz

theyre both semi based off of irl sports? except in passtime theres only one ball i think, while in clam blitz you have to collect clams to make a bigger football clam to throw at the enemys basket to break it so you can throw clams into it before it repairs itself

anyways i think this is everything? man idk i did this on a whim cause i was bored.

[stevethehairington]

6, 7, and 29 for the wrapped game!

vioooo hiiii, ty for sending this in my love 💕

6. Favorite title you used

OH love this question. i think i am going to have to go with sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy. there's just something about this lyric that makes me grin, it's just got such fun body to it, so yeah it takes the cake for sure lol.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

i answered this one here!

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

at the risk of sounding full of myself lmao, there are actually quite a few lines/passages that i wrote that i really really like. i am only going to mention two of them though.

the first is from sloe gin fizzy:

The kiss is honey sweet and molasses slow. It starts off a little tentative, a little unsure, just lips slotting together, Steve’s bottom lip fitting perfectly between Eddie’s. But then the pressure changes, increases, and Steve’s mouth falls open, just a little bit, just enough. Eddie takes advantage, presses in, catches Steve’s lower lip between his teeth and bites down, softly, gently, but hard enough to earn himself a fluttery gasp from Steve. When he lets go, he eases his tongue across Steve’s lip, soothing, and licks in, hot and wet. Steve shifts on the bed, rolling towards Eddie, and his hand comes up to tangle in Eddie’s curls. The hem of his shirt rides up, and as if drawn to it, Eddie’s hand finds bare skin, fingers curling around Steve’s exposed hip. The record they’d been listening to earlier has long since come to its end, nothing but low static spilling from the needle. The soft, wet sounds of their mouths together and their gasped breaths join it to fill in the gaps.

with this one i just really like all the lil details i got to add into this lil bit and also the "honey sweet and molasses slow" is probably one of my all time favorite descriptors i've used to describe a kiss too lol.

the second is from if you have a minute:

Eddie grins wide enough to show off all of his teeth, and his dimples are so stark in his cheeks. He looks as exhilarated as Steve feels. Like he’s full of life and energy. His eyes are wild, sparkling frenetically. He’s like walking fucking lightning. He’s beautiful. Steve wants to kiss him. He nearly does, too. They’re so close already, touching in so many places — all it would take is one purposeful move. Steve’s about to just go for it , already leaning in, when a fat drop of water hits him square in the forehead. He pauses. Blinks. Looks up. Another drop — rain , Steve realizes. Then another, and another, and then the sky opens up. “ Oh, shit !” Eddie curses as the rain starts to pour. Steve and Eddie share a look with matching wide eyes and water clumping their eyelashes and dripping off the ends of their noses. They burst into laughter, a little wild, a little dumbfounded. And then Eddie grabs Steve’s hand. His fingers are wet and slippery, and Steve’s are too, but they twine together tightly, and Eddie takes off, tugging Steve along as he starts to run. They streak through the trees, back the way they came, as the torrent of rain soaks them through. Steve almost slips a few times as the dirt turns to mud beneath his feet, but Eddie’s grip on his hand keeps him upright and hurtling forward. Eddie tosses his chin over his shoulder to meet Steve’s eyes, his own still wide and disbelieving. “Where the hell did this come from?” He shouts, holding his free hand palm up to catch the rain. “Not a god damn clue!” Steve shouts back joyously, shaking his head.

tbh i wanted to include the whole entire eddie taking steve to the lake and getting him to scream part too because i really really love that part (it was SO cathartic to write and to read over and it is 100% what steve deserves lol) but if i included that part of this scene too this would've been WAY too long LMAO so i stuck with this part because raaaaaain my beloved 💕. i just really like the unadulterated joy and the lightness that this scene is full of, it's something they BOTH deserved to get so much more of in the show, so i had to give it to them here. (plus i snuck in a lil more of that sweet sweet hand holding i love so much 😋)

ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

[frillyfacefins]

The last chapter of Fun-Filled Fizzy Fucking is like… BDSM with a weirdly cartoonish sensibility? Either this is completely off the rails or I‘m REALLY nailing the Helluva Boss aesthetic

Context: We‘re 7k into this „pwp“ and Fizzy is still not getting fucked, because Ozzie needs to set up a toy for the main event, so he needs to leave him in the bedroom for a minute. Fizzy is extremely unhappy about this.

[frillyfacefins]

Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 1

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, BondageOther Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Word Count Chapter 1: 2,430

Also on AO3

Chapter 2 II Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. It wasn‘t as fun as it was when he was on stage, maybe because of how long most photoshoots took, and how repetitive a lot of them were. Sure, he loved mugging for the camera, he loved looking at professional photos of himself - he loved seeing them because it reminded him of how other people saw him - as the hottest piece of ass in the seven rings, a star so big that people would wait years to see his shows, that they would spend their life‘s savings to buy a robotic copy of him. It fucked with his brain in the best way, knowing that he was the absolute shit, that he had fucking made it.

But when the shoots were over, he always felt like there needed to be something… more. Like being in front of the camera had filled his tank, but now he needed some way to get rid of all of this energy before it took a hard turn for the left. Which usually meant tantrums and enough alcohol that he‘d spend the next day puking his guts out and trying to keep his head from exploding.

He still wasn’t quite sure how to get himself back down when he reached their home. A few hours of getting pounded into the mattress usually helped; but Ozzie had been kind of preoccupied for the last few days, and Fizz hadn’t even asked if he’d be at home tonight because he didn’t want to seem needy.

Well, if Ozzie wasn’t at home, he could always turn up the music and ping-pong around the main room until he had tired himself out. Maybe that would work.

He hardly managed to summon the fine-motor skills to unlock the front door. The light was on; so Ozzie was home, after all. He could hear some clanking from somewhere, so he figured Ozzie had brought some of his work home with him, but at least he was around and could likely be persuaded into two or three rounds of turning his favorite jester inside out. If he had wanted to work without interruption, he would have stayed at the club or at the factory, after all.

He was about to follow the clanking sound when he passed their kitchen and immediately stopped in his tracks. He didn‘t know how he hadn‘t noticed the smell before, but now that he had, his mood immediately went from „cautiously optimistic“ to „absolutely pumped“.

„Oh fuck yes!“ He was by the kitchen island with a single stretchy step and immediately bent over the tray of delicious looking brownies to get a lungful of the potent aroma of hot cannabutter. His stomach started growling, even though he was sure that he was still way too hopped up on the shoot to really feel hungry. The tray was still very hot when he touched it (not that it hurt his metal hands, but his limbs did have temperature receptors to avoid accidental damage), so Ozzie had to have just taken it out of the oven. It wasn‘t unlikely that somebody at the shoot had sent him a text when they were wrapping up, so he had known when to put the brownies into the oven. Either that, or he had seen that the GPS in Fizz‘ limbs had started to move.

At some point in his life, Fizz would have felt stifled by the knowledge that somebody was able to watch his every move. He didn‘t mind it with Ozzie though, because he had never used it to make Fizz do anything he didn‘t want. Instead, he used his knowledge about Fizz‘ whereabouts for things like making sure there was fresh, hot food in the house when he came home after a hard day, or to send a car to pick him up on the rare occasions when he went out without Ozzie and kind of got lost between various bars - all things that made Fizz feel warm and fuzzy in a way he didn‘t quite want to think about; but that was still so, so much better than anything he had ever had in his life before.

He took a moment to push the biggest bubbles in his chest back down - the bubbles that came with words that he couldn‘t afford to let into his brain, let alone out of his mouth - then he hopped back out of the kitchen door and ping-ponged down the hallway to Ozzie‘s home-workshop.

„Heeey boss-man,“ he chirped as he opened the door without knocking - if Ozzie didn‘t want him to come in, the door would be locked. „I just saw the pot brownies in the kitchen, wanna come and have a snack with me?“

Ozzie, dressed in a dark blue shirt and grey pants, was currently polishing a device that looked like some kind of a metal sled. The thing consisted of a whole lot of rods and bars connected with mobile joints surrounding a few padded leather parts. He cast a glance over to where Fizzarolli was waiting at the door, then he grinned and put the rag away. The little sideways motion he gave with his head was enough of an invitation for Fizz to grab onto his sleeve with his stretched-out arms and propel himself onto his shoulder. Fizz immediately started to purr as he nuzzled the bull-head in Ozzie’s fluff.

“How was the shoot, fizzy pop?” he asked as he stood up, one hand protectively curled around Fizz’ waist, and walked them out of the workshop and back into the kitchen. Fizz draped himself over his fluff and put his cheek on top of Ozzie’s head, his purring getting a little louder as the fragrance of the brownies filled his nose again.

“Fine. The photographer wasn’t a total asshole this time, and catering was good. The PA offered me a blowie and some blow during the fuck break, but you know how I get when I’m still in the middle of work.”

Ozzie made a soft clucking sound and rubbed Fizz’ lower back with his fingertips before he sat down by the kitchen island and gently put Fizz down on an ergonomic seat pad. He genuinely preferred the pad because that way he could sit on the table, which meant he would be both closer and have more freedom of movement than if he were sitting on one of the barstools Ozzie had had resized after Fizz moved in.

“Yeah, powdering up my Fizzy-donut during work is generally not a good idea, is it?” Ozzie asked with a grin, then leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek against Fizz’. Fizz purred extra loud at that and stuck out his tongue, so he’d look especially cute when Ozzie pulled away. Ozzie rewarded him with a chuckle, then he moved over to the other counter to get a knife and a cake shovel.

“But getting your dick sucked might help level your energy off a little, Fizzers. I know you get impatient, but if I know anything about that agency, they don’t employ amateurs.”

Fizz shrugged and scooted away a little so that Ozzie could get a better angle for cutting the brownies. He’d been living in Lust for years, but there were still parts of everyday life among succubi and lust-imps that he hadn’t quite gotten used to. Fuck breaks during work were definitely one of those things. When he’d been working for Mammon, even bathroom breaks had been deducted from his salary, and that had very much been the standard all over Greed. He had to adjust his own expectations in regard to the other people working at Ozzie’s (especially the Baphomets, who would take an hour of rest for every five minutes of work), but taking breaks for himself was still not something he was any good at, and the expectation was actually still making him uncomfortable.

He decided to push that awkward feeling away with some good old flirty aggression.

„I like saving up all that energy for you, big boy,“ he purred, wriggling his hips as he leaned forward to nuzzle his cheek against Ozzie‘s fluff. One of his arms expanded so he could grope Ozzie‘s soft, thick tail feathers.

Ozzie made a low trilling sound in the back of his throat, a little higher than an imp‘s purr. The bull head cuddled up to Fizz as Ozzie put the knife away, then his main head turned around to place a kiss between Fizz‘s eyes.

„Let‘s mellow you out first, hmm? I‘ve got some very specific fun for us in mind, and I need you nice and relaxed for that…“

That immediately set Fizzarolli‘s gears turning.

„Ohhh?“ he asked while Ozzie lifted a hefty chunk of brownie onto a plate and handed it to him. „Wanna let me in on what kind of ‚very specific fun‘ you‘ve got planned?“

Ozzie took out another brownie for himself. Fizz was never quite sure how much normal imp-level drugs affected him, but he seemed to like alcohol and weed.

„I‘ve been working on a new toy for us,“ he said while he cut off a bite-sized piece of the brownie with a fork. Fizz took a deep sniff of the delicious aroma and then just picked the warm treat up and took a bite. It was fluffy and heavy and chocolatey. The scent of cannabutter was slowly vanishing as they cooled, and his mouthful tasted just like a regular fresh brownie, heavy and fudgy and delicious.

„The thing you were screwing around with earlier?“

„Mhm…“ Ozzie looked at him with an amused twinkle in all six of his eyes while he slowly chewed. „You good with some bondage tonight?“

Fizz cocked his head a little. He was already feeling a lot calmer than when he‘d gotten in, even just from Ozzie‘s attention and the comforting taste of chocolate in his mouth, and once the pot would actually kick in, he felt pretty confident that he‘d be cool with bondage.

„Lemme finish this bad boy and maybe another after that,“ he said, „and then I‘ll be all yours, Ozzie.“

He grinned at Ozzie before he took another bite, which immediately made his eyes flutter shut. „Damn, how the fuck are you so good at baking anyway?“

„Attention to detail, and patience,“ Ozzie answered. Fizz felt a broad thumb swipe at the corner of his mouth, and he quickly caught the tip of that thumb between his lips to give it a good, long suck. Ozzie tasted like more chocolate, with just the tiniest hint of the metal he‘d been working with earlier.

An especially clever swirl of his tongue earned him a low rumble from his royal lover. He looked up under his lashes, hardly able to keep the grin of his face as he met Ozzie‘s heated gaze.

„You better turn it down a notch,“ Ozzie growled as he pulled his finger out of Fizz‘s mouth, of course chased by the imp‘s forked and striped tongue. „Or I might not be able to wait until you‘ve had your dinner.“

Fizz let his tongue loll out in a little blep-expression, still grinning from one side of his face to the next. „What was that about ‚attention to detail and patience?‘“

„Patience is a limited resource, Fizzle-Drizzle.“ Ozzie gently plucked Fizz‘s brownie out of his hands and broke off a piece to hold against his lips. „But I‘ve still got plenty of attention to detail left to make your silly little head spin right off your neck…“

Fizz held his eye-contact as he opened his mouth and allowed Ozzie to hand-feed him. Since he couldn‘t quip back with his mouth full, the only noise in their kitchen for a while was his chewing and the wet sounds of his tongue as he chased Ozzie‘s fingers with every piece he fed him, until Ozzie‘s hand was all nice and spit-slick.

He expected Ozzie to just chuckle at him once he had eaten the whole brownie and then go to wipe his hand, but instead he leaned forward and licked into Fizz‘ mouth as if he was chasing the taste of chocolate. His bratty slobbering was immediately used against him as Ozzie‘s fingers slipped into the imp‘s pants, fancy, light linen trousers that left plenty of room for Ozzie to start playing with Fizz‘s already half-hard cock and his suddenly very sensitive balls.

“Fuuuck, Ozzie…“ Fizz whimpered against his mouth. Ozzie‘s hand pushed farther between his thighs. It was so wide that he had to stretch his legs when Ozzie’s fingers rubbed over his taint and caught at the rim of his hole. The linen of his pants made a dangerous noise, the kind of noise that told him they were about to trash a one-of-a-kind designer piece. He grabbed Ozzie‘s fluff and pulled him away just enough so he could talk.

“I really like these pants, Oz…“ he whined.

Ozzie grinned down at him and kissed his lips again, then he completely pulled away - including his hand between Fizz’ legs, which made him whine again - before he grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up. Fizzarolli was very ready to take this to the bedroom, but instead of just carrying him off, Ozzie turned him around, held him around the middle with one hand and pulled his pants off before he put Fizz back onto the kitchen island, this time on all fours.

“You got any emotional attachment to these panties, baby?“ Ozzie cooed. Fizz could hear the soft sound of linen hitting the floor, then there was one large hand on his ass, and one on his thigh, his fingers completely encircling the spot where his flesh stopped and his robot limb began. It was always weird to be touched in those spots - far more intimate, Fizz thought, than having a hand on his ass or even on his crotch - but it was also so goddamn hot to feel the warmth of Ozzie‘s big hand on his scarred skin and through the sensors of his metal leg at the same time.

“Do your worst,“ Fizz hissed in response, arching his back and raising his tail to present his white-silk-clad ass. Ozzie’s hand shifted and his thumb hooked into the tail hole of his underpants, tickling the base of his tail enough to make Fizz’ whole body tremble. His other hand ran up to his hip, and another finger slipped into the hole in his panties.

„I will.“

[frillyfacefins]

Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 3

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Word Count Chapter 3: 2,530

Also on AO3

Chapter 1 II Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

Ozzie chuckled and did just that, though instead of putting him on his shoulder like usual, he turned Fizz around in the air and lifted him up far enough that he could kiss his belly and then down to his torn panties. Fizz startled a little at first, but then he let out a breathy little laugh and held on to Ozzie‘s shoulders as Ozzie leaned forward and took his still silk-covered bulge into his mouth. Ozzie‘s tongue was long enough to run all the way back to Fizz‘s uncovered ass, where he gave his hole and his taint a few strong licks before he pulled back a little to just suck at his cock and balls for a moment. The renewed sexual attention immediately sent new jolts of heat through Fizz. He wrapped his legs around Ozzie‘s neck, which prompted the bull and goat heads to start nibbling at his naked robo legs.

“Looks like you‘re about to eat me up, babe,“ Fizz quipped, his voice trembling with arousal that was making his grin wobbly.

The goat head detached itself from his leg to answer with Ozzie‘s voice while his main mouth was still occupied: “You know you‘re the most delicious treat in all of hell…“

Before Fizz could say anything else, he felt Ozzie‘s tongue snake its way under the remains of his panties, but apparently not just so he would have better access to his most sensitive parts, because his tongue pushed up farther until it reached the waistband. Then he looked up, and Fizz saw that he now had the waistband and the rest of the fabric between his teeth. With a glint in his face and a broad grin Ozzie‘s grip on Fizz‘ hips tightened—and then he whipped his head back and tore the waistband of his panties apart.

It was a very tame display of violence, but it still immediately made Fizz‘ already hard cock drip.

“Fuck,“ he whispered and grabbed the feathers at the top of Ozzie‘s head to pull him back into position. Ozzie spit out the silk and leaned in with a chuckle, carefully plucking the tattered remains of Fizz‘ underwear off while he sucked his now naked cock back into his mouth. Fizz was feeling very warm by now, and the fact that he was still wearing a shirt was suddenly a really big problem for him. Luckily, that was one problem that he could resolve himself, and he did so as fast as he could with his hands shaking from how wonderful Ozzie‘s mouth felt on his cock.

“If we don‘t get to the shower soon,“ he gasped, dropping his shirt to the floor, “I‘m going to end the first act right here…“

Ozzie‘s chuckle sent another wave of pleasure up his body, and the last long, broad lick from his taint over his balls and up his cock nearly did shove him over the edge. But Ozzie pulled back just in time, leaving his cock wet and bouncing.

“Alright, no more dawdling.“

He pressed a last kiss to Fizz‘ belly, then he shifted him so he was sitting on one of his shoulders, clinging to his fluff while he moved the two of them out of the kitchen and down the hall into the bathroom.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Fizz extended his arms to tug Ozzie‘s shirt tails out of his jeans. “Fair‘s fair, right, big daddy?“

Ozzie hummed in agreement and let Fizz open the buttons of his shirt while he unfastened his pants himself. When he bent forward to push them down, together with his own underwear, Fizz used the forward movement to somersault off his shoulder, pulling Ozzie‘s open shirt with him.

Finally, they were both naked, standing across from each other with the pile of Ozzie‘s discarded clothes between them. Fizz shoved them out of the way with his foot and wrapped his arm around Ozzie‘s hips so he could push his face right into his groin and rub it against his beautiful, fat dick. He wasn‘t sure how exactly Ozzie‘s body worked, because the only time he seemed to actually have a scent was when they were about to fuck, currently fucking or had just finished fucking, but right now he smelled like musk and sweat and leather – a combination that never failed to make Fizz‘ mouth water.

“Come on, froggie,“ Ozzie said in a slightly chiding tone. “No more dawdling, right?“

Fizz let out a low whine and let his tongue loll out of his mouth as he looked up. “But I wanna suck you off, Ozzie…“

“Later. C‘mon, baby.“

When Fizz still refused to move, he let out a low sigh and reached down to grab his hips. Fizz let out an indignant squawk, but allowed Ozzie to pull his lower body up so he could carry him over into the shower.

Fizz finally stopped clinging to him when Ozzie put him down on the cool shower floor. He extended his arm to grab the customized shower cap from its spot, then he closed the shower doors behind them and carefully pulled the cap over his hat.

Ozzie turned on all of the water outlets of the shower, both the rainfall overhead and the various side showers that were custom-built into the wall to accommodate both Ozzie‘s and Fizz‘ height, then he took one of the bottles off the Fizz-level shower shelf.

Fizz‘ limbs were perfectly waterproof, but since they were not skin, they needed special care products, which also were all made after Ozzie‘s own recipe. The stuff he used for the original Fizzy was better quality and more expensive than the cleaning solutions people could buy for their Robo-Fizzes, and Ozzie had mixed in special, super expensive ingredients to give it a luxurious fragrance that Fizz couldn‘t get enough of, even though he could only really smell it right after using it. The body soap he used was some medicine shit from Sloth that didn‘t irritate his burned skin and that Ozzie had also altered a little to make it smell spicy and sexy instead of the inside of a Baphomet‘s ear. Ozzie lathered up some of the body-stuff in his hands (Fizz had only washed his limbs two days ago, they generally only needed thorough cleaning about once a week) and then sat down on the built-in bench so Fizzy could stand between his legs with his back to him while he carefully but thoroughly ran his soap-slick hands over his shoulders and neck.

Fizz would never understand how hands that were so gigantic could be so gentle and clever at the same time. Even though one of his hands could wrap around his whole upper body, his fingertips easily found the exact location of the trigger spots in his shoulders that never quite stopped aching if Fizz wasn‘t on something that forced the pain to fuck off for a few hours. Weed helped, a lot. Alcohol, a little less so, but still enough when there was nothing else at hand. Massages and physical therapy generally had great results if he ever managed to stick to them for more than two weeks at a time. There were always pain meds, of course, and Ozzie would make him take some when it just got too much, but most of them made him feel sluggish and weird and unmoored from his body, which was not something he could afford if he wanted to keep his position as Ozzie‘s biggest star. So more often than not, he would play down the pain and swallow some aspirin when Ozzie became suspicious about the way he was wincing and stretching. Nothing was more important than being on stage, and even now Fizz lived in constant fear that his useless fuck-up of a body would eventually cost him the only thing he was good for – but also the thing that gave him more joy than anything else.

More joy even than getting railed by Ozzie, though getting railed by Ozzie was a strong runner-up. Not that he would ever tell Ozzie about this ranking. That would stay locked up in his head like everything else that might make Ozzie finally see how much he didn‘t actually deserve his patronage – his favor – at all.

When Ozzie was done with his back, Fizz felt like he was about to melt into a puddle and flow away into the shower drain. He let out a deep sigh when Ozzie pulled him closer, until Fizz‘ slightly tingling back was pushing against his chest. With Ozzie sitting and him standing, he could lean his head against Ozzie‘s shoulder while the same fingers that had just coaxed all the tension from his shoulders started to run over his chest and belly, first just soaping him up, then starting to tease his nipples and his belly button. Little shivers ran through Fizz‘ body as he became even more relaxed. The weed was starting to kick in, and both his limbs and his eyelids became a little heavier. The humid warmth of the shower cabin didn‘t help, either, and while Ozzie‘s fingers now alternated between gently stroking the tension out of the muscles over his ribcage and rubbing his thumbs over his nipples until both the little nubs on his chest and the bigger nub between his legs were getting hard, Fizz could feel his body struggle to stay upright, even though he was already leaning against Ozzie‘s chest.

The bull head nuzzled against the top of Fizz‘ shower cap and Ozzie‘s main head turned around so he could press a kiss against his cheek. Fizz turned his had lazily to catch his lips in a proper kiss, but let out a little squeak when Ozzie‘s hands left his chest and grabbed his legs.

He pulled his knees up and draped them over his thighs.

“Don‘t want you to slip if you fall asleep, Dizzy-Fizzy…“ His voice rumbled against Fizz‘ entire body, and Fizz used the energy of the shiver that responded inside of him to extend his legs and wrap them around Ozzie‘s thighs several times.

“‘m not gonna fall asleep, Ozzie,“ he muttered, completely aware that the tone of his voice was saying something very different, but also very much not able to care right now.

“No?“ Ozzie asked while putting a little more soap onto his hands to get his shoulders, the top of his thighs, his tail and his butt, whichwas wriggling into the touch. „I mean, if you want you can have a nap, but if you don‘t want, I can definitely help you stay awake.“

Fizz grinned slowly. “Hmmm yes daddy, please help?“

The bull head gave him another kiss on the forehead while the main head‘s tongue slipped into Fizz‘ mouth for a moment, then the soap-slick hand was on his cock and Fizz had to do his best not to bite down. Instead he sucked on Ozzie‘s tongue, then opened his mouth a little wider and let Ozzie go nuts in there while Ozzie gave his dick, balls and taint the most thorough cleaning they‘d had in a while. His middle finger crept between Fizz‘ butt cheeks and rubbed soap from his hole up to the spot right under his tail, which somehow made him squirm even worse than the thumb that was still rubbing up and down his cock.

He had to pull away from the wet, sloppy kiss to groan: “Fuck, Ozzie, your fingers are fucking magic…“

A soapy pinky slipped into Fizz hole. He was so relaxed because of both Ozzie‘s hands and the brownies that it slipped in pretty easily, even without any of Ozzie‘s magic lube. It didn‘t go far and it felt a little weird, the way it rubbed around to clean him as well inside as outside, but it was also a very obvious sign that they were getting closer to the main event.

Ozzie kissed his lips one more time when his pinkie slipped out again. “Want me to get the little tube, baby?“

It was silly, but Fizz could still feel himself blush. There was an enema attachment built into the custom shower, because even though Ozzie really didn‘t care about the biological realities of butt sex, Fizz very much did. But it was still always humiliating to do this with somebody else around…

Fizz quickly did some math in his head, then he shook it. „I didn‘t have breakfast and I only ate like four hours ago. Should be fine.“

“Why didn‘t you eat—“

Fizz put a finger to Ozzie‘s lips before he could finish that sentence. “Shhh, no bitching about my eating habits now, okay? I‘m all squeaky clean and one thousand percent ready to get that dick in me. You can make me have a salad or some shit once you pureed my insides with that royal immersion blender of yours, yes?“

Ozzie rolled his eyes, and suddenly the water started again and hit his skin hot and tingly, taking the soap with it as it sluiced down the both of them.

“What if I I‘m the one who‘s hungry right now, baby? You‘re not gonna stop daddy from having a snack, right?“

Fizz wasn’t fast enough in the noggin to immediately get where Ozzie was going with this, but he got with the program when Ozzie put his hands on his thighs again to lift him up to his face. He retracted his legs and then wrapped them around Ozzie‘s neck where his two side heads could nibble and smooch all over them while Ozzie‘s main mouth descends on Fizz‘ ass.

Ozzie‘s tongue was no less magical than his fingers. His thumbs were spreading Fizz‘ cheeks apart, so that Ozzie had the best possible access. The slight magical effect of his saliva – which Fizz hadn‘t really felt all that much when they had been kissing, since he was already pretty buzzed – made the sensitive skin around his hole tingle and his muscles relax even more. The warm water was still coming from the ceiling and from the sides, and it was nearly too much – too much touch, too much heat, too much tingling sensation that set his spine on fire like a badly insulated electrical mainline. Too much, but not enough for him to cum, and so he just quaked and whimpered his way through Ozzie rimming the life out of him until he just couldn‘t keep down the sob that‘d been building in his chest anymore.

Ozzie‘s tongue stopped, and he nuzzled against Fizz‘ crotch for a moment before he looked up at him. Two of his fingers rubbed soothingly at his lower back.

“You okay there, baby?“

Fizz dug his hands into Ozzie‘s fluff, as if he could hold on to his self-control that way.

“I‘m not gonna be okay much longer if you don‘t fuck me soon, Ozzie…“

Ozzie huffed a laugh against Fizz‘ painfully hard dick. The water stopped, and Ozzie kissed up Fizz‘ belly, chest, collarbone, before he gently moved him until he was sitting on his shoulder, holding onto his fluff as Ozzie got up to exit the shower.

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Fun-Filled Fizzie Fucking - Chapter 2

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Drugged Sex, long elaborate smut in multiple chapters, Heavy BDSM, Bondage, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Weed Brownies, no beta we‘re already in hell, Food Play, not really food kink this time though, nausea play in second chapter but it‘s completely skippable, kind of bad bdsm etiquette, ozzie tries his best but fizzy is still fizzy, Rimming, Showers, Dirty Talk, So Much Dirty Talk Word Count Chapter 2: 1,061

WARNING: This is the one with the nausea play (no vomiting though), if that‘s an issue for you pls go right on to chapter 3; the only thing you need to know that Fizz has eaten half a brownie more.

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Chapter 1 II Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Summary:

Photoshoots always left Fizz feeling as if somebody had shoved a TENS-unit up his ass and followed it with an espresso enema. ~~~ Fizzarolli comes home high off adrenaline after a big day and gets lovingly brought down by Ozzie with the help of some weed brownies and a new toy Ozzie has been working on…

The sound of ripping silk sent a shiver of such intensity up Fizz‘s spine that it slipped out of his mouth as a trembling moan. Ozzie pulled the tear apart until Fizz could feel air against his balls, but then he stopped. The waistband was still intact, and so was the front part of the flimsy little piece of underwear. His hole, taint and the back of his balls were completely exposed to Ozzie‘s gaze. He felt as if he could feel Ozzie‘s eyes on him, heating up the areas that were now laid bare until his skin felt scorched.

And then there was a large hand grabbing the base of his tail, and a hard slap made his skin actually burn.

“Fuck!“ he yelled, his body reflexively surging forward. The hand on his tail didn‘t relent, though, and the painful pull both added to the stinging pain and immediately made Fizz‘ body go slack to avoid injury. His heart was pounding from the tight feeling that seemed to echo up his spine. He was sensitive about his tail, not just because of the intensity of the feeling of being touched there, but also because it was the last thing he still had - the last appendage that was left. He knew that Ozzie wouldn‘t seriously hurt him—or at least, he was pretty sure he wouldn‘t do that during sex—but just the feeling of a strong hand holding him like this…

There was another slap, making Fizz wince and his cock jump and rub against the already damp silk of his ruined panties.

“Ozzie, please,“ he whimpered, trying to push his ass up more to get the hand that was now rubbing over his hot cheeks move down to his needy cock. “Please, I‘m so hard already, please gimme something here…“

Ozzie‘s weight behind him shifted, and then he felt his large, still fully clothed body lean over him so he could kiss Fizz‘s shoulder were his shirt had slipped down.

“Don‘t worry, my cute little darling… I‘ll be giving you plenty…“

Fizz could see his arm reaching forward towards the baking pan and pick up a piece of brownie, about half the size of the first one Fizz had had.

“Open up, baby.“

Fizz closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Ozzie stuffed the whole piece into Fizz‘ mouth and then clamped his hand over it.

“Don‘t swallow until I tell you,“ Ozzie whispered against his ear, then he sat up again, though he kept his hand over Fizz‘s mouth so he wouldn‘t be able to spit out the brownie either.

Just after a few seconds Fizz found out that one thing about chocolate, especially chocolate cake, was that the delicious taste soon became too much for his tastebuds. He did his best not to swallow, but it seemed a nearly impossible task, even with Ozzie‘s other hand letting go of his tail and slipping down between his thighs to let his fingers play with his balls while the tip of his thumb pushed against his still tightly closed asshole. His saliva was pooling in his mouth, turning the chocolate cake into a disgusting mess, threatening to spill out between his lips and against Ozzie‘s hand. Ozzie kept rubbing his fingers over his taint and his entrance and began to kiss the base of his tail and up his spine while Fizz‘ eyes were tearing up and his stomach began to roil with the intense bitterness the chocolate taste had morphed into.

“Good boy,“ Ozzie finally whispered against his shoulders. „Swallow now.“

Relief turned to panic when Fizz tried to swallow and found out that the right time to get the sludge down had apparently already passed. He felt like he was about to puke, but somehow he managed to get the chocolate-spit mix down. He had to close his eyes and take several deep breaths while he tried to swallow the rest of the bitter taste in his mouth. Ozzie‘s hand was off his mouth now, and while that made breathing easier, it didn‘t help with the nausea.

Ozzie seemed to notice that he wasn‘t feeling good. He pulled him up so he was kneeling and began to gently rub his shoulders and back.

“Deep breaths, baby,“ he whispered into his ear. “Just keep breathing for me, alright?“

Fizzarolli closed his eyes and did as he was told, just concentrating on taking deep, steadying breaths while Ozzie went over to the fridge. Fizz could hear the door open, and then the hiss of a can tab being opened.

“Here you go.“ Ozzie put the can down next to where Fizz‘s hand was limply lying on the counter. He opened his eyes and lifted the can to his face, touched it to his cheeks to enjoy the cold sensation that immediately calmed his nerves, before he took a deep drink of what turned out to be cola. He swished the fizzy drink around in his mouth until the taste of chocolate was gone before he swallowed it, then he followed it with a few more sips until he finally felt normal again.

Ozzie was standing behind him the entire time, idly playing with the tip of Fizz‘s swaying tail. When Fizz sighed and put the can down, he leaned forward, brushed the tail of Fizz‘s hat—beige-and-pink striped, today—aside and kissed along his neck.

“Such a good boy for me,“ he whispered. “Wanna have a shower before we play? So we can wait for the brownies to do their magic…“

Fizz leaned back into Ozzie‘s touch with a sigh. His stomach was still a little upset, but he couldn‘t taste any chocolate anymore and his heart rate was coming down, so he was good. The weed would likely not take very long to kick in now, but a shower still sounded really good. He‘d been working all day in front of spotlights and everything, and even though he knew Ozzie really, really didn‘t mind fucking him when he was already sweaty and gross, there was still something so damn hot about getting all clean just so you could get dirty again.

Also showering with Ozzie was even better, because there was always a chance that they‘d get dirty while getting clean…

“Let‘s go,“ he said with a smile and lifted his arms so Ozzie could lift him up.