#helluva tickles

[kirausamaria]

Stolas trying to get revenge.

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[starlightrosa]

Ozzie's Wake-Up Call

Part two to Fizzarolli's Nerves, which you can find right here!

Summary: Fizz wakes up early and decides to cause some tickly chaos to his boyfriend, Asmodeus, who just wanted a lie in. Think again, Ozzie.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Moderate swearing, one dick joke, cute alert.

Enjoy!

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-!

Fizzarolli yawned, his forked imp tongue flicking out idly as his robotic arm slapped the alarm clock off the nightstand. The poor clock fell and hit the floor, silenced as Fizzarolli got up, staring down at the cracked digital screen. 9:30 AM.

Fizzarolli most definitely appreciated the lie-in. Having quit his contract working for Mammon at last after so many years of packaging and selling off every single part of him, and suffered at Mammon’s hands to make a quick buck, Fizz was so much happier.

He didn’t need to adhere to Mammon’s ridiculous fucking weight standards. Hell, right after the competition, while driving home with Asmodeus, Fizz had stuffed an entire jar of one of the many candies Asmodeus kept in the limo for no other reason than for himself. Fizz had let himself get pushed around because Mammon was his idol as a kid. It was long overdue for him to start being selfish.

Fizzarolli looked over to the sleeping form of his boyfriend, the Lord of Lust himself, Asmodeus. His robe hung loosely off his very big body, and his tail feathers were poking ever so slightly out of the covers.

Fizz grinned to himself as he put on his new outfit. That jester outfit was suffocating sometimes, even as he slipped on a clean white shirt with his pair of rainbow pants, snapping the suspenders to ensure they were just right. Old habits die hard. Fizzarolli also fastened his black heart choker around his neck, and finishing it off by placing on his hat, to make it feel like he still had his horns.

The smell of scrambled eggs hit Fizzarolli’s nose, and the imp scrambled down the sleek steps. The personal cook, a woman Asmodeus had and who Fizzarolli knew only as “Sharon”, set down Fizz’s favourite. Bacon and eggs, arranged neatly so it looked like a male phallus. But then again, this was the Lust Ring. Making things look like dicks was basically a rite of passage.

“Here you go, darlin’.” Sharon crooned, the succubus smiling at Fizz as she cleared up. Once she was done, she waved before pulling the door closed. Before it shut all the way, Fizzarolli thanked her properly. Mustn’t forget manners, right?

“Thanks, Shaz! You’re my favourite bitch!” Fizz crowed, shovelling his breakfast down easily. Another check at the time. 10:00 AM. Huh. Asmodeus must be tired. Almost as tired as Fizz was the other week, having dragged himself out of bed at the degenerate hours of six in the morning, to prepare for Mammon’s clown competition.

Fizz remembered that fondly. He had practiced for that, anxiety stirring in him like a witch’s brew. And Asmodeus had come down to see what the fuss was. Fizzarolli blushed lightly to himself as he remembered Asmodeus’s tickly fingers all over him again, and he held the crook of his neck, swearing he could feel Ozzie blowing a gentle raspberry into the skin, holding him as Fizz laughed himself silly over it.

It did help to quell his anxiety, Fizz couldn’t deny that. But since Asmodeus didn’t usually sleep in, or at least not this late… the cheeky imp figured he might as well have a little fun.

So with that, he walked carefully up the stairs, back to his and Ozzie’s shared room. The Deadly Sin was still zonked out, a light snoring the only audio to be heard as the Deadly Sin clutched the weighted blanket draped over the coverings. Fizz grinned to himself, as he lifted the bedcovers up and snuck into the soft quilting, wriggling around carefully until he met Asmodeus’s hips. So soft and just BEGGING for squeezes.

So that’s what he did. Fizzarolli began to gently work Asmodeus’s hips, only gentle squeezes for now as the imp crooned quietly, hearing his beloved start to giggle sleepily in such a way that it made Fizz’s heart overflow with love.

“Rise and shine, Ozzie~!”

“Frohohoggie… ‘s too ehehearly.” Ozzie complained, and while Fizz couldn’t see his face, the deep low giggles told Fizz that his beloved was indeed awake, or at least waking up.

“Never too early for tickles, babe!” Fizzarolli responded, even as the imp wriggled further up. Ozzie stretched his arms down into the covers, assuming Fizz wanted morning cuddles. Bad idea, since Fizzarolli gently took Asmodeus’s hands and began spidering his imp claws along, rubbing into each soft clump of navy blue fur.

Asmodeus gasped at the feeling and he curled up. Despite being stronger and easily able to push Fizzarolli away, he just didn’t as breathy laughter escaped him. While this spot wasn’t as ticklish as other parts of him, it most certainly pulled the softest giggles from him, and Fizz loved it.

“Fihihihizzie! Fihihizz! Stahap!” Asmodeus chuckled, trying to gently shake his hands to dispel the tingles. Fizzarolli only tutted.

“If you take your hands away, I’m just gonna come right back. You’re not running from the Tickle Imp, Oz!” Fizz declared, even as he grew bored of that spot and wriggled even further up in the covers, now reaching Asmodeus’s armpits.

“Gimme them pits, baby~!” Fizzarolli grinned, shoving his hands into the sensitive hollows and scribbling quickly in one pit, while making gentle circles in the other. Asmodeus’s laughter once again changed into quick hysterics, the Sin trying to kick his legs and throw the covers off so he could escape, but thanks to the weighted blanket on the bed stubbornly holding his legs down, the Deadly Sin wasn’t going anywhere fast.

“FR-FROHOHOHOGGIE, NOHOHOHOHO!!” Asmodeus howled, his head thrown back and a wide smile on his face. Even his other two heads were locked in a permanent smile. Asmodeus shook his head side to side while laughing, his light blue mane flopping over his face constantly.

“Froggie, yes!” Fizzarolli crooned back. “Tickle tickle, Ozzie~!”

“ST-STOHOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!”

“Not doing shit till you get up, Ozz!” Fizzarolli said, still tickling his sleeping boyfriend, ruthlessly scratching and scribbling into the sensitive hollows. Asmodeus was full-on cackling, and the sound melted Fizz’s devilish little heart.

“B-BAHAHABE! BAHAHABE, PLEHEASE!” Asmodeus begged. The cheeky little imp only snickered.

“Get up, Ozzie~! Rise and shine! You’re a rooster, ain’t ya? Cock-a-doodle-do or whatever.” Fizz teased, having switched to wiggling his fingers into the sensitive hollows. Asmodeus’s back arched, and Fizz saw his chance.

The feeling of Fizz’s tail wiggling and dancing across his back in a pattern had Asmodeus in a fit of snorting laughter.

“Damn, I thought you were a rooster, babe. Not a pig.” Fizz joked.

“Fihihizz, plehehehease!” Asmodeus begged, a permanent smile etched on his face. Fizz heard the strain in his beloved’s tone, and he gently began to slow down. Wiggling fingers became gentler, his swishing imp tail became slower. Still wanting to make Asmodeus laugh, but not wanting to overwhelm him.

“Alright, alright. I guess the Tickle Imp is done with ya for now, Ozz.” Fizz mentioned, as he took his hands away, allowing the Deadly Sin to calm down from such a ticklish wake-up call.

Asmodeus reached into the abyss of blankets and pulled Fizz out, settling Fizzarolli against his chest. Fizz didn’t move – Ozzie was warm, alright?! – settling his head on his boyfriend’s large chest. Fizz was all ready to fall asleep, but then he felt something scratching gently at his sides.

Fizz opened his eyes and nervously looked up to Asmodeus, who had a wicked grin in his neon glowing eyes.

“U-Uh, Ozz… what’re ya doin’?” the imp enquired. Asmodeus smiled, leaning down to state his intentions in a voice that made Fizz know he had just provoked the king of all tickle monsters.

“Well, it’s like you said, Fizzie Frog. Never too early for tickles, baby~!” Asmodeus crooned, his fingers coming to life at once.

And as the sun rose over the Lust Ring, Asmodeus paid it no mind. He had a much more beautiful sight to look at. That sight being Fizzarolli, getting tickled silly.

The wake-up call was worth it for them both.

The End!

[fanficsandfluff]

Ditto, too new for any real headcanons, just enjoying the absolute flood of content. Also please enjoy the Blitzo pic on Twitter that made me go feral (you'll have to add the Twitter URL start as IG won't let me post links anonymously): The_Daringstars/status/1348761821054988288 - AnonEmu

FOR THOSE OF US WONDERING!!!

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ty for sharing! I definitely was roped into the fandoms from all the amazing tickle content that's been coming out, so here we are now!

[kirausamaria]

A very fluffy Stolitz' illustration made by MARRIE from Twitter. Go follow her!

[starlightrosa]

Blitz's Mistake

Set after Apology Tour because that episode made me sad, and I needed to get this out to combat the sads.

Summary: Blitz is falling down a hole of self-hate again. It's up to Moxxie and Millie to pull him out before he goes too deep. And while the method they use is unconventional, it's not like Blitz minds.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Lotsa swearing (it's Blitzo c'mon) Apology Tour spoilers (don't read if you've not seen the episode) general depression things throughout but with fluff obviously :3

Enjoy <3

“Fuck, Fizz was right… I’m gonna die alone, aren’t I?”

“Do you have any kind of remorse for what you do?”

“Of course, Blitz, this would be your fault!"

The negative thoughts swirled around Blitz’s head without relenting once, the poor imp in utter turmoil. He had fucked up. He had fucked up so badly, even as he slammed his head into the van’s horn with a loud BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

He just wanted to go home. Tears rolled down the imp’s scarred face as his hands shakily gripped the wheel, and he rubbed the crystal on his arm, the harsh reminder of Stolas literally a part of him.

“Fuck… I’m such a screw-up. Fuck this party. Fuck everything, fuck everyone!” Blitz growled, slamming his foot on the accelerator as the imp drove, recklessly blazing through the portal and back into Hell. Once he reached the headquarters of I.M.P, he pushed roughly past Moxxie, sending papers flying out of his hands and slammed the door of his office. Blitz flopped onto his office chair, slamming his head against the desk, his horns scraping the surface of the wood.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Blitz yelled from within. His anger gave way to utter desperation and misery, and the imp covered his face, weeping quietly. For the love of Satan, why did he have to suck at relationships? He’d ruined everything…

“Blitz?” came the voice of Moxxie, as the freckled imp approached. Blitz groaned softly, giving his head another hard whack on the desk. Moxxie gasped and grabbed Blitz’s head to stop him before Blitz could get the chance to smash his head on the desk a third damn time.

“Don’t do that, sir! You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

“Fucking good. Look, if you came in here to say that you want a pay rise, Moxx, it’s not fucking happening.” Blitz shot back, his eyes a bit dizzy from the force of his head being smashed against the desk. Moxxie sighed, as he gently placed the papers on Blitz’s desk.

“What happened, Blitz?” Moxxie asked. Blitz just immediately deflated. He placed his head in his hands, mumbling quietly.

“Fucked up with Stolas… I fucked up so bad, Moxxie.” Blitz whispered. Moxxie sighed. Blitz had his faults. He had a lot of faults. But Moxxie knew that Blitz meant well in his intentions, even if they didn’t exactly come off the way he desired them to.

“Do you wanna talk about it, Blitz? Might make you feel better.”

“Fuck, no. No, I don’t want to be reminded. Just… need to forget. Preferably with alcohol or something.” Blitz murmured.

“Blitz, drowning yourself in booze will not help this.” Moxxie said. Blitz waved him off.

“It will if I try hard enough. Fuck… please just leave me alone, Moxxie…”

“No way. Hang on, Blitz. Millie, honey! Come in here a second!” Moxxie called.

“Moxxie, darlin’? What’s- oh, Blitz! What happened?” the Wrath imp asked as she walked into the office, to see Blitz moping at his desk and Moxxie trying to console him. But clearly Moxxie was not going to get anywhere with it.

“He’s moping because he, quote, ‘fucked up with Stolas.’ Is there any way to cheer him up?” Moxxie explained. Millie thought for a bit, but then a mischievous smile graced her face.

“Well, I s’pose I could do what I do to you when you’re upset, Moxx~”

“Millie, Moxxie is your pegging toy, not me.” Blitz mumbled, his tail lashing. He didn’t hear anything in response, so he looked up. The door was open and Moxxie and Millie were gone. Blitz groaned and banged his head hard into the desk yet again.

“Fuckin’ gone and done it again, haven’t you, Blitz? You’re shit at this stuff. Why did I ever try and-?”

And that was when Blitz felt a tingling on his sides. He gasped and lurched back, only to be met with the grinning face of Moxxie above him. The freckled imp grabbed Blitz’s hands and hoisted them above his head, while Millie worked Blitz’s belly with her little fingers skating over every tickle spot Blitz knew he had. The normally tough-talking imp was reduced to a puddle of laughter in seconds.

“Nohohohoho! M-Millie! Millie, you fuhuhuhuckin’ dihihihiHIHICK!” Blitz laughed, his legs twitching as he fought not to kick out. He didn’t want to hurt Millie.

Moxxie fake gasped. “That is no way to talk to my wife! Apologise!”

“N-Nehehever! NOHOHO, FUCK!” Blitz cried out, Millie refusing to let up. The husband and wife duo shared a devious smirk with each other. And then Moxxie said the words that Blitz was hoping he wouldn’t.

“Get the spikes on his back, Millie.”

“Your wish is my command, Moxxie. Get ready, Blitz~!”

“MIHIHILLIE, DOHOHON’T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT- AAAAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! MIHIHILLIE, MOHOHOXXIE, STAHAHAP!” Blitz shrieked, feeling them tickle his back spikes.

“I’m not even tickling you, Blitz. That’s all Millie. I’m just keeping you still. You can get out, surely.” Moxxie stated, but he knew the taller imp had no chance of getting out. Not against the total tickle monster (er, imp) that was Millie.

“FEELS- GAHAHA! FUCK! I-It feels weheheheird!” Blitz giggled, shuffling his legs. He was trying so hard not to kick Millie.

“Feels weird, Blitz? Hmm, I don’t think that’s the word, sugar. I think the word is ‘tickle’. Wouldn’t you agree, Moxx?” Millie crooned.

“Oh, I definitely would, Millie. Shy or something, Blitz? Or is it possibly… that Mister Mopey here can’t say the word tickle?” Moxxie added.

“Fu- AHAHA! F-Fuck you both!” Blitz snickered, his squirming increasing with each tickle.

“You should really let yaself laugh more, Blitz. It’s very adorable.” Millie said, coming out from the desk. She used this time to migrate her tickles down to Blitz’s belly, relishing in the snorting giggles she pulled from her normally emotionally unavailable boss.

“I am nohohot adorable!” Blitz babbled, finally kicking his legs now that Millie wasn’t at risk of being hit. But Blitz could never last tickling for very long. Stolas used to do it unintentionally when they laid together after their ‘arrangement’ was done. And Blitz didn’t want to lose moments like that. For now, he took this distraction and let himself be tickled silly.

“G-Guys, plehehease. Ehehenough.” Blitz quietly begged after about ten minutes. Sweat beaded his forehead. Satan’s beard, whoever the hell said that tickling wasn’t a good workout were liars.

Moxxie and Millie looked at each other and then they nodded. Millie moved away from tickling Blitz, and Moxxie gently let go of Blitz’s arms.

“Chin up, Blitz. This kinda stuff will work out eventually.” Millie reassured. Moxxie nodded alongside her.

“Yeah. You both need to work on yourselves, but I think you two can make it. True love is true love, and it comes whenever you need it to.”

“You’re watching too many Disney movies, Moxx.” Blitz murmured. But he knew Moxxie was right.

“What was that, sir?” Moxxie asked, his fingers twitching as he slowly walked towards Blitz. Blitz giggled weakly and threw his hands up to defend himself.

“Hehehe, fuck no! Not again, haha!”

Moxxie laughed too. “Just kidding, Blitz.”

“Ugh, Satan’s balls, you got me good. But- ugh. But once I get my energy back, I’m gonna wreck you little shits until you can’t breathe.” Blitz threatened light-heartedly.

Moxxie and Millie shared a satisfied smirk as they both left. Blitz watched them leave, and he leant back in his chair with a grin on his face. Maybe Moxxie and Millie were right. Maybe once he fixed everything that was wrong with him… maybe deep down behind the hatred for himself, there was an imp that Stolas could think was worth loving again.

The End!

[mushyblushyredhead]

Could you draw Stolas tickling Blitz's tummy with his hands, not with his powers? ❤️💜

OMG YES!!! I’m all for fluffy Stolitz content!! 🥹💞 also Blitz wearing fuzzy socks cuz ye :3

Free Art/Fic Requests: CLOSED (this is an old ask, 1 more drawing before the boop booth! >w< )

[troublemaker-incarnation]

also uhhh twitter sdjfksdlcs

[cloudysfluffs]

when your boyfriend is trying to lovingly trace your scars but youre ticklish (which only makes him do it more bc he loves your laugh)

kink/nsfw/fetish blogs dni please!!!

[jettorii]

.my hand slipped

[tickletails]

My part for an art trade with @ntj2pj !! their OC and agent one from helluva boss :33

[kirausamaria]

Art made by Lalu by the #FullMoonCountdownKiss week on Twitter. Some neck kisses and smooches.

[mushyblushyredhead]

I noticed you're doing fics for Helluva Boss, so I wanted to request a fic about a tickle fight between Blitzø and Fizzarolli where Blitzø wants to make things like it was when they were teenagers and starts acting like a little shit to provoke Fizzarolli, and a tickle fights ensues, only to be broken up by Stolas and Asmodeus where they both end chasing their own imp boyfriends.

TickleTober 2024 🎃

Day 2: Chase

Switches!Blitzø & Fizzarolli

Word Count: 1.7k

⚠️ Warning for some language & mild spoilers!

And also kinda AU ending here where everything’s good and nobody’s hearts get broken (iykyk) 🥲

“Hey, thanks for inviting me out tonight,” Fizzarolli smiled at his now present friend, Blitzø.

“Oh, uh, sure thing,” Blitz awkwardly replied. “Anything to get our minds off of…y’know what happened the other day.” It had only been one day since Blitz and Fizz had been captured by the bounty hunter, Striker, and Blitz insisted that he and Fizz needed a day to hangout and catch up now that they seemed to be on good terms.

Although they both got some closure after so long while nearly escaping with their lives, Blitz still felt like it wasn’t enough. After all that, they were just going to part ways and walked off like nothing happened? No, Blitz already lost his best friend so long ago. He didn’t want it to happen again. They deserved to at least hang out and rekindle their friendship once more.

And that’s where they were at; Blitz invited Fizzarolli out to dinner, and they decided to rendezvous back to Fizz’s place to spend the rest of the evening there.

Except, Blitz was starting to feel guilty. And awkward. He was feeling guilty about being awkward for this hangout. Here he was with his best friend that he wished to rekindle with after so many years, and now he didn’t know what to say or do. What was he even supposed to say after all these years? He didn’t want to say the wrong thing, or worse, say something that would set Fizz off and remind him exactly why their friendship ended in the first place.

Blitz’s overthinking was clouding his hearing, he wasn’t aware that Fizzarolli was speaking to him. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt something nudge his shoulder. “Huh? What?”

“I said,” Fizz repeated. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been zoning out this whole time.”

“Oh, heh. No, don’t worry about it. Guess I just drank a little too much tonight,” Blitz lied, forcing a smile.

Fizz could tell Blitz was lying, but he didn’t want to push it. “Oh, okay then.”

Uh-oh. Now it was silent again. Awkward silence.

C’mon, c’mon! Say something! Blitz racked his brain for something to say. Shit! He felt he was never good at this whole sentimental stuff; he was only good at ruining things. There had to be something he could say or do to save their friendship even more. But what? Why was talking to his best friend so hard to do?

He peeked over and saw Fizz fiddling with his prosthetic animatronic arms. Blitz quickly turned his head away as guilt washed over him again. He was never going to forgive himself for causing…that to Fizzarolli. Was that the reason why he couldn’t talk to him anymore? Because he still carried that heavy guilt from all those years ago?

Whatever the reason, Blitz didn’t want it to ruin his friendship any longer. He cleared his throat, getting Fizz’s attention. “So…heh…those robot arms of yours must make you pretty damn good with Oz in bed, huh?”

Fizz scowled, but it quickly melted into a visible smile. “Fuhuhuck Blitz, can you not bring any weird jokes into a normal conversation?”

“Hey, I used to be a crappy clown. It’s my job to crack weird jokes all the time.” Blitz grinned, nudging his friend in the side. “Besides, you seem to have no problem with it since you laughed.”

Fizz yelped, arching away from where Blitz’s elbow hit him. “A-AAH! Watch it with your pointy elbows!”

Blitz cocked his head to the side. He had never heard Fizzarolli make a sound like that before. It took him a solid few seconds before he figured it out. No fucking way…even after all these years! A wicked slow grin spread across his face. He wasn’t feeling guilty or hesitant anymore. He knew exactly how he was going to bond with his friend again. The way he always did when they were teenagers.

“Hey Fiiiiiizz~!” Blitz sing-songed. “You always complain about my jokes being so shitty yet you laugh at every single one!”

“I do not!” Fizz protested.

Perfect. “Do too, watch!” Remember that legless balloon horse I always made as a kid? Well, how did he lose his legs in the first place?” Blitz paused for dramatic effect to deliver his punchline while he sneakily slid his tail behind Fizz. “…Too much horseplay!”

As soon as he said the punchline, Blitz jabbed and wriggled his tail end against Fizz’s side, causing him to emit that same high-pitched yelp.

“Ha! See? You still laugh at my jokes!”

“I wahahasn’t laughing, idiot!” Fizz shot back. He cursed himself for letting a giggle slip out. “Ihihit’s your fucking tahahail!”

Blitz hummed. “Hmm, I guess you’re right. I’ve always been a pain in your side, huh?” Blitz quickly tased Fizz’s side to playfully emphasize his point.

This time, Fizz squeaked and flinched away from the touch. “Blihihihitz!” He couldn’t hold back his giggles now. “S-Stohohop doing thahahat!”

Blitz sighed, pretending to be annoyed, but he didn’t let up and continued to poke Fizz’s side repeatedly. “Look, Fizzarolli, I’m trying to lighten the mood here, crack some jokes, and build our friendship back, and all you wanna do is laugh in my face like whatever I say is the most ridiculous thing!”

“You ahahahare ridiculous, Blihihihitzo!”

Normally, Blitz hated whenever anyone called him by his previous name. But he made an exception for this case; he knew Fizz wasn’t trying to insult him for real, but he still made a dramatic show by pretending to be offended.

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far, Raviolli! You know the ‘o’ is silent in my name now!” Before he could let Fizz answer back, Blitz attacked him for real. He leapt on top of Fizz, and dug his claws against wherever he could reach.

Fizz emitted a funny screech as he was glomped, immediately bursting into loud cackles. “BLIHIHIHITZ! NohohohAAAAA! STAHAHAHAhahap!!”

Blitz pulled his hands back. “Alright, you whiner. I’ll stop.” Fizz breathed a sigh of relief. But he immediately burst out laughing again as Blitz’s wiggling claws went back to his torso.

“WHAAAAHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK, BLIHIHIHIHITZ!!?”

Blitz grinned as wickedly as the Radio Demon. “What? You didn’t say for how long you wanted me to stop!”

“F-FUHUHAHAHACK YOUHOOHOOHOO, YOU CLAHAHAHAHOWN!!”

“Alright, smart ass,” Blitz chuckled evilly. “You wanna make this worse for yourself by calling me names? Because you clearly still have a lot of fight in ya if you can keep sassing me. Luckily…” he cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect. “I know just how to squeeze that sass out of you.”

“Not unless I squeeze it out of you, first!” Fizz shot back, surprising Blitz by throwing him off with his robotic legs. Now, it was Fizz’s turn to snicker like a villain. “You were right, Blitz, these robotic arms of mine do have their advantages for a lot of things!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, uhhh…truce?”

Elsewhere, Asmodeous and Stolas were chatting over tea together. They were relieved that their loved ones were not only safe back home, but there were also finally getting along. It was nice to see the former duo finally rekindling their friendship.

It wasn’t until they started to hear distant screams of protest that made their protective boyfriend instincts kick in, and rush to the scene. When they saw what was happening, there were relived there was no real danger but instead were silently gushing at the scene; Blitz and Fizzarolli engaged in an all-out tickle fight. The two demons were rolling around on the floor, tickling each other silly, and screaming for the other to give up.

“GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUP, BLITZ!!”

“Y-YOU FIHIHIHIHIRST, YOU ROBOHOHOHOT FREAK!!”

“NAAAAHEEHEEHEE—NEVER!!”

Ozzie and Stolas both rolled their eyes fondly at each other. As adorable as the sight was, they knew how stubborn their boyfriends could be. If they didn’t intervene soon, this tickle fight could last for hours.

Luckily, they knew just how to intervene.

Fizz and Blitz halted their tickle attacks when they heard Stolas’ voice. “Oh, Fizzarolli, if you want Blitzy to give in, you’ll have to go for his underarms and tummy!”

Blitz paled and then blushed. “Shut your damn beak, Stolas! You stay out of this!”

Fizz giggled like a gremlin. “HA! Your furry boyfriend called you out!” He immediately stopped laughing when he heard Ozzie say, “And Blitz, if you want Fizzy here to give up, you have to go for his tummy! And especially under his chin; it makes him let out the cutest little squeaks and chirps!”

Now it was Fizzarolli’s turn to blush madly. He stammered, then whined. “Ozzie! Whyyyyy?! Blitz doesn’t need to know that!”

“But now I do! Ohhh this changes everything! Finally, now I can get you back after all these years!”

“Not if I get you first!” Fizz growled, stretching his robotic limbs.

Stolas and Ozzie exchanged looks. They both smirked, silently agreeing.

“Shall we teach them a lesson?” Ozzie grinned.

Stolas chuckled. “Love to. After you, Asmodeus.”

The smaller imps paused their attacks again as they were engulfed in their partners’ shadows. They slowly looked up and gulped, knowing those looks far too well with what it meant.

“Uhh Blitz?”

“Yeah, run.”

The two imps took off running, flustered beyond comprehension at their partners chasing them, knowing what was going to happen as soon as they were caught. And their boyfriends? They couldn’t help but tease and coo how they were going to get them just to fluster them even more. And it worked like a charm.

“Just so you know, this is all your fault!” Fizz exclaimed.

“Hey, it’s your fault, too!” Blitz shot back. “But quit worrying, Fizz. It’s not like our furry boyfriends can even catch up to us!”

The two immediately slammed into Stolas and Asmodeus, Stolas easily portaling them both.

“‘They’ll never even catch up to us’, huh?” Fizz sarcastically remarked.

Blitz stammered nervously. “Stolas, what the hell?! You can’t use your portals, you cheater!”

Stolas hummed. “Since when have you ever cared about fairness in these silly games, Blitzy?” Said imp blushed at that comment. “Now then, where were we, Asmodeus?”

“I believe we were just about to teach these two a lesson about thinking they could outrun us. We always catch up! And you know what happens when we do~!” Ozzie playfully reminded.

Both demons each grabbed and cradled their imp boyfriends in their arms, holding them securely as they squirmed in anticipation. The night was no longer silent as Stolas and Ozzie tickled their boyfriends silly, enjoying the sweet sounds of their screeches and laughter.

THE END <3

Hope you love this, anon! 🫶🏻

[troublemaker-incarnation]

Plsss draw lee fizz and ler blitzo ur art is like a warm hug I love it sm!! It’s so cute and comforting ehehe

was gonna get around to this sooner but dsnjkdscs brain bad

BUT TYSM!! im glad my art is comforting <33

[cloudysfluffs]

oh hey look i actually bothered to make the tickly version to this piece!! this is what was going on in my head when i drew the og

kink/nsfw/fetish blogs dni please!!!

[garf1eld4evr]

Hey don’t cry over the full moon! Instead have this!

[jettorii]

striker is the kinda guy that goes “hmm! This spot right here darling? Yeah it’s all mine and there’s nothing you can do about it-“

excuse me while I go squeal into my pillow.

huehueheuevudheue drops this and runs