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mistresswriter19 · 10 months

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~Not A Word ~ Striker X Female Reader ( HEAVY NSWF 🔞)

Spoilers: The newest Helluva Boss episode just came out and part of the fic is related to that particular episode so if you haven't watch it then go watch then come back and read this fic. Enjoy lovies

~ In Notmafia Town ~

You were attend to do an errand from IMP head courters but it was located to notmafia Town and that's a place either you get robbed, hunted down or gang rape etc. It's hell though no one isn't going to care about whatever happens to you especially when it's run by dangerous Mobsters. You went to ask your workers one by one if they can accompany you but all of them had plans but Blitzo was ready to step out and it's weird that he's not taking the IMP van maybe it get ransomed good call. You attend to follow Blitzo to the location where you're suppose to pick up an package.

I hate going here the last time I went here I almost shot in a target pratice match... or the time I fell and what I was surrounded was nothing but electric power vibrators... You stuttered trying to get those memories off your chest and just to the deed and get the fuck out of here " ALIVE ".

Everything in the atmosphere was the color green would could be symbols of greed, money, power and maybe poisonous gas you question. You manage to arrive at the destination and head to the counter trying not to lose you're shit and act normal.

Counter IMP: The fuck you want lady ( Lights up a cigarette )

Y/N: ( Clears Throat) I'm here to pick up a package.

Counter IMP: Not fucking packages here lady, GET LOST!

Y/N: Sir I highly recommend you cooperate this is the location to pick up an package so why don't you stop being an not good nothing prick and give it to me.

This bastard wasn't buying anything you hand him the receipts and your buisness he raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at your information to see if it's lidgit he's eyes widen when he saw that you're part of the Imp. Smirking he went up to the telephone as he slide your stuff back to the counter. You didn't like the way he was looking at you. You saw the packages not delivered so you went to see of the one you're looking for has the number on the list and there it was.

Counter IMP: Boss you ain't gonna believe that's who's in our territory.

Crimson: Why do you keep fucking bothering me I'm talking to someone who's interested taking a job to work for me

Counter Imp: She's from IMP

Y/N: Oh shit...

You grab the package and started to run out the door but you stopped on your heels when you see Blitzo and Fizzerolli.

Blitzo: WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?

Fizzerolli: It's that that the lady chick you talk about that's an virgin?

Y/N: BLITZO! YOU'RE TELLING HIM ABOUT MY BUISNESS!!!!!!!

Blitzo: Look sugar tits all of IMP has fucked someone in their life and you're the only one who hasn't had cock yet!

Y/N: I'M NOT INTERESTED IN SEX OKAY CAN'T YOU FUCKING GET IT THAT I'M HERE TO DO MY JOB!

Fizzerolli and Blitzo were still fighting but weren't they circus clown buddies before and now they're some kind of tension of hatred.

Blitzo: Yeah Well at least that I'm still actually working for my shit and not getting everything handed to me like some attention pampered whore!

You stood silent and walked back a little as Fizzerolli stopped tugging on the leash with his pups while he grunted from Blitzo words. He then look at the rolled up paper and the collar from his partner " From Ozzie". Fizzerolli stopped for a moment then decided to bring the shit back at Blitzo which you know it isn't going to end up well.

Fizzerolli: Yeah Well that's what raselience and talent gets ya pluuus my horns were always bigger than yours~ ( Taking off his shades with a cocky grin ) Weren't they!

Y/N: Oh satan.... ( You said hand above you're face )

As the two stood there silent, Fizzerolli continues to walk and not knowing Blitzo charges at him with rage and clawing him. The two end up fighting on the street as Fizzerolli puppies straddled all over you licking you're face.

Y/N: AHHH YOU DICKWADS!!!!!!! ( You shouted )

In the top buildings Crimson was discussing the job that is worthy for the imp that's interested

Crimson: So you say that you're good? Cuz we really need a big score right now.

Striker: The best ~ at a royal on the ropes last week.

Crimson: Sure but not dead?

Striker: It was a called off but I have a body count in the hundreds. I ain't afraid to go after anyone. Women, kids, ( Pup violently hit on the glass window) and cute little face puppy looking things. Don't matter~

Crimson: Hmm I'll tell ya what, if you could deliver something of value I'll consider it.

Striker kept hearing noises from the window he went to investigate and saw Blitzo, Fizzerolli in a brawl looking fight as Y/N was tugging on Blitzo tail telling him to fucking stop this caught attention to Striker.

Striker: One moment ~

Grabbing onto his lasso he rounds up Blitzo, Fizzerolli and Y/N tugged and throws them into Crimsons office. With an chuckle of delight Crimson is impressed of Striker's work and abilities he is an hired assassin after all~

Crimson: HIRED!

Striker: Funny to run in you again Blitzy~ and with a famous friend ~

Striker pulling the angelic blade onto Fizzerolli's neck when his face showed nothing but fear and that's what Striker wanted to see whenever he catches any imp.

Blitzo: Oh fuck me...

Fizzerolli: For the record... we are not friends!

Striker: Seems you brought someone I haven't seen from a long, long, long time~

You try to turn your head but you look into Striker's eyes it made you stuttered as you felt his hand tugging on your thigh making you wince.

Y/N: NOT YOU.....

Blitzo: Oh hold the phone you and... horse looking daddy here?

Y/N: IT'S NOTHING! ( You looked away flushed )

Striker grabbed the three of you and tied you up throwed in a cage up high as he sat that keeping watch as Crimons does other business with his Mobster partners. You were trying to get out of ropes but all you heard was once again Blitzo and Fizzerolli arguing once more and you try not to get pissed but you wanted to slap both of them.

Blitzo: Can we talk about something other than my sex life? Satan tanks that fucking lust guy makes this what you're all about now!

Fizzerolli: You brought it up asshole.

Y/N: Can you two just...

Stiker: YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! ( Bangs his fits on the center of the cage) Picking up like a couple of TEEN SKANKS!

Striker gets up and walks on a tumble of old boxe with one heel on the edge and the other he swings and his face hits the cage causing Fizzerolli and Blitzo backing alway. You back away because this assassin scared you shitless.

Striker: As far I'm concerned, you two are both embarrassed to our kind from meddling with blue bloods to begin with! But at least loudmouth here has the sense to only fuck his rich bitch instead of being a little purse dog.

Blitzo: Oh great the fucking supremacist is on my side... wonderdul

Fizzerolli: Neither of you filth bags know what your talking about. If you even think that you're superior to anyone then you are no better then royal.

Striker was losing his temper and he violently grabbed Fizzerolli on the side his hand up his mouth panting with sweat down his cheek how close Striker and a threat he was it was kind of hot.

Stiker: DON'T YOU DARE! Finish that sentence clown~

Crimson: Hey Hit for hire, I SAID THEM WATCH THEM, NOT FUCK THEM. KEEP YOU'RE HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE!

Striker attention was on Crimson as he look back at Fizzerolli and let him go hopping back following Crimon.

Fizzerolli: Ever heard of mouthwash....FUCK FAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!

You were tied up and waited for hours and Blitzo and Fizzerolli figure out of but out of nowhere you felt an tug of rope wrapped around you're neck making you chock not knowing that Striker got pulls you out of the cage and throws in an unused room with an large green mattress with bloody handcuffs on the rim of the bedboard wood torn off. You look back in fear and anticipation about what was going to happen next.

Y/N: What do you want from me Striker!

Striker: Nothing much doll I just need some time away from these fucking rich pricks and you're buddies who can't get their fucking lives together.

Y/N: So as the only female you're probably going take the anger and pleasure from me since you think I'm an damsel in distress and rather be fucked then be in the cage not knowing what the fuck would happen?

Striker: I stand corrected doll~ you know to much but that's what makes fun when I'm done fucking you hard and raw~

You face was flushed and didn't know what else to do but you did like this no good bastard especially what he did to Fizzerolli that made you're panties soaked. Strike then lifted you're panties to nothing but slick liquid he plunged in his middle finger up to your core with an hand around you're mouth. You moan and whimper as the cowboy did his work he was quite impress how much you were taking his finger inside moving up down and this was standing up which made your legs feel like jelly. You wanted to scream and shout for help but Striker tugged more with his breathing heavy close to your earlobe and the rattle of his tail making you cry of ecstacy.

Striker: ~Not a word~

Warning you as you felt you were reaching to an orgasam as Striker chuckle rubbing your panties of the fabric and his middle finger plunging more and more you were breathing and panting as Striker demands you to cum.

Striker: Cum for me~ you be pulling it so well so why don't you show me all you're hot sticky cum~

You nodded faster and faster you finally squeeze and felt you're clit drip down all the cum as you're mouth hanging and face all red from letting out everything. Striker press a finger on your cum rubbing it between his finger tip having an taste as he still held onto you tight.

Striker: Doll you're fucking delicious~

The next step was another hard one Striker breaths heavy down you're clit as you felt you're hands bounds onto the wall couldn't move. Striker let's out his tongue first licking your clit and sucking inside you're hole all the way in bobbing like apples. You moaned more no matter how much you wanted to run or be home you did enjoy this pleasure that Striker gave you.

Striker: Fuck.... ( Tasting your clit all the way in)

Y/N: Ahh...Ahhh. Hah... Striker.. Striker!

Striker: Mmmm... keep on saying my name it's making my pants bulge~

Y/N: Please just take me... I can't take it anymore!

Striker stops sucking inside your clit and looks back at you with predator looking eyes at your mercy you wanted to have sex or just fuck him. Striker like how much you begged and how you were practically ruined and destroy. Striker leans to you with an long passionate kiss, uses his angelic blade to cut off the restrains as you're hands held onto him as you both kiss more then wrapped each other tongue in between the kissing. You were crying from mix of pain and pleasure Striker went all the way deep of his mouth in you're throat as he look back at you.

Striker: I knew that you wanted me doll~ and now I'm going to give you what you fucking want~ Just trying not to scream so loud don't want those rich pricks hearing us.

Y/N: No promises ( Kisses him more in between words) but I'll try.

Striker: Seems that I started early there's precum dripping after taking my pants off ( Kisses you more ) What do you say doll~ Think you can handle me raw fucking you~

You nod you're head as you felt you're clothes tugged and ripped and you're skirt lifted up panties ripped by Striker's angelic blade with no time to loose Striker press the tip of his cock into you're entrance he let out a grunt as you gasps of how large his cock was and how small your entrance of your hole it but Striker licks you're neck sucking on you're flesh leaving hickeys as he then slowly goes all the inside you and started moving. You held onto him as he ride you're hole with his cock thrusting. Striker huffing of how tight you were made him thrust and thrust more while bites you're neck. You screamed in the pillow and saw blood trailing down your neck and the new tender spots Striker has put on you.

Striker: Fuck...Mmm . Fuck... had to mark you doll~ In case we ever meet up again eventually we will ~

Striker did more thrusting as he turn over you're face buried into his chest as his tail rattle more up and down the bed was about to break and you couldn't take it anymore you felt you're cum dripping all already and you felt Striker's load as well down you're legs and his chest.

Striker: Alright doll I'll cum inside you~ Remember not a word~

Striker reminded you as he went faster his cock diving deeper and deeper as Striker let out a beast growl then the bed breaks, the cum load shoots in you're hole and the objects fell from the shaken and screaming. Striker panted catching a breath as he saw you twitch with cum all over yourself. He lean down to give you a kiss, and had to get back to watching your friends. He pulled up his pants and left you there a mess.

Striker: You were good doll ~ you'll see me soon~ ( Chukles and closes the door)

You stood there felt light headed and put back you're outfit that was half down and you're skirt barley covering you're private area. You went to open the door and saw dynamite and Blitzo grabbing with the whole building collapsed.

Blitzo and Fizzerolli end up walking with you at the end and you saw the two made up and hugging.

Y/N: Awwww I'm happy you guys are friends again

Fizzerolli: Let's just say it was complicated but now we don't wanna kill each other anymore. We tried to look for you while we escape but you weren't around?

Blitzo: Oh Fiz she was too busy finally having her first fucking ~ And sugar tits ya gotta tell who you finally let you have the cock insert to you're hole.

You stood silence for a moment and tug a piece of hair didn't want to say anything and Blitzo noticed red hickey marks and a few restrains by rope he then knew who you were fucking.

Blitzo: OH SHIT I FUCKING KNEW IT, YOU WERE FUCKING THAT COWBOY DADDY!!!!!!!!

Y/N: Hahahaha yuuuup.

Fizzerolli: I did admit before he was going to shoot me with a pistol that I did got hard with him

Blitzo: I KNOW RIGHT!?

You were happy that Blitzo and Fizzerolli made up and no longer enemies you honestly want to know about their story but maybe another time. You look to that you're panties were gone Striker must have took them while we exit the room leaving as covered in his loud.

Blitzo: Wouuuuuld it fuck up the mood if we made out? ( He said to Fizzerolli as he gives him an frown )

~End~

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frillyfacefins · 2 years

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Ozzie's Toy (Ozzie/Fizzarolli)

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Asmodeus/Fizzarolli Tags: Amputation Kink, human fleshlight, more like imp fleshlight but you get my drift, Kind of Body Horror, fizz has some major ptsd about the whole amputation business, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Power Imbalance, ozzie's bodily fluids have mildly magical properties, this is set early in their relationship, kinda dark bc they're not really communicating here, Fizz thinks he has to do whatever Ozzie wants so Ozzie will keep him Word Count: 4,809

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Summary:

„You‘re being so good for me, Fizzy.“ Ozzie braces himself on his elbows above Fizzarolli, bracketing his entire body with his arms. Fizz is so small like this - half his usual size when his legs aren‘t extended. „I‘m going to blow your fucking mind tonight…“ Fizzarolli tries to grin; he‘s pretty sure it works. „You better, cupcake… I‘m not doing this kinky shit just so you can get an eye full…“ Ozzie‘s eyes crinkle, and oh, that feels better. He just has to lean into it. „So what else is on the menu tonight, beside 100% pure imp meat with no additives?“ He wriggles his stumps a little in a mockery of seductive writhing and bats his lashes at Ozzie. *~*~* Fizz always takes what Ozzie gives him. And if that's an order to take off his limbs for the night? Well, he's not going to say no, is he?

Author's Note:

This originally had a happier ending, but then I wrote the tags of this fic and realized that... Nah. Needs to be nastier. I mean, listen, this is smut between a weird jester demon and the literal embodiment of the sin of Lust, written by me, what did you expect?

(Or, as my friend said: "Don't be afraid to go meaner.")

Fizzarolli is done for the night. The house band is playing the last guests out and the bouncers are going through the restrooms to find whatever stragglers are either fucking or passed out in there. He still feels sweaty and amped up when he comes into Ozzie‘s office and hops onto his desk.

„All good?“ Ozzie asks while he carefully puts some fishy-smelling papers into a pink file folder and then into the out-tray for paperwork that needs to get to other rings. Fizz feels weird at the thought that he now knows the meaning of every one of Ozzie‘s color-coded document trays. The things he does for the best lay in hell…

„All good. Ya might rethink hiring acts from Sloth, though. That Horse-bitch was an hour late, so we had to juggle the schedule…“

Ozzie reaches for Fizz and rubs one large finger over his head. „That‘s why the other acts were from Lust, Fizzy. She‘s a favorite of Belphy‘s, so I figured she was good, but if you don‘t like her we don‘t have to have her back. Not like she‘ll care.“

Fizzerolli shrugs. „She wasn‘t that bad. Next time we should schedule her first instead of third, though, so she might actually show before midnight…“

„Hmm,“ Ozzie hums and swivels around to pull one of the many file drawers open. He pulls out the file with the demoness‘s name on it, makes a note on a pink post-it, and adds it.

„Why the fuck are you still using paper,“ Fizz grouses, not for the first time. „You know computers have been invented, right?“

„Fizzy darling, I know enough about robotics and all that shit to know that I do not want a machine to have all of my documentation,“ Ozzie says patiently as he puts the file away again.

Fizzarolli‘s robotic joints whir as he crosses his legs and leans back until he is lying on the desk and looking at Ozzie upside-down. „But it would give you more time to spend with me, Ozzie…“ he whines.

Ozzie chuckles and teasingly pulls on one of Fizz‘s hat tails. „Aw, are you jealous of my paperwork, Fizzipop?“ At least he is putting away his fancy ass fountain pen now, and Fizzarolli immediately begins to wag his tail - the one attached to his butt, not the hat one.

„Of course I‘m jealous. I‘m jealous of everything you spend time on that isn‘t me,“ he says with a broad grin.

„Aw, poor Fizzy“ the larger demon purrs, standing up and plucking his favorite little jester off his desk. „I guess I‘ll have to make it up to you that I‘ve spent so much time today on these acquisition forms, hm…“

Fizz‘s grin grows wider as he goes boneless in Ozzie‘s hand instead of jumping on his shoulder, so he has to carry him. „Yep, you have to, Ozzie,“ he says on a cackle.

Ozzie lets out a little huff of blue smoke, then he opens a portal to his palace and steps right through. The portal opens right into their bedroom instead of the kitchen where they would usually have a snack after work. That‘s just fine with Fizz, though - he is definitely hungry for something different than pizza rolls, and by the looks of him, so is Ozzie.

The portal closes noiselessly, and Ozzie puts his top hat onto its hat stand and starts to undo his vest.

„Clothes off, Fizzy, and then move your cute little ass onto the bed.“

His anticipation is making Fizzarolli vibrate so much that the bells on his outfit are jingling. He quickly undoes his ruffled collar, throwing it to the side in a cacophony of bells before he slips off the cuffs on his wrists and his high heels. He wriggles out of his shirt and pants while he‘s on his way onto the bed, leaving a trail of clothes behind in his eagerness to finally get Ozzie‘s undivided attention.

„Hat too, Fizzy.“

That request makes Fizzarolli go still. There is only gentle amusement in Ozzie‘s voice, as if he‘s asking him to not drag dirt onto the carpets when what he is actually asking him is to take off his armor, to put his most vulnerable parts on display. If Ozzie was just going to fuck him even more silly than he already was, he wouldn‘t ask something like that from him.

His anticipation settles into dread. There is no place for shame in the Lust ring, but he still feels confused and vaguely guilty.

„Did I do something wrong, Ozzie?“ he asks in a small voice.

Ozzie, now only clad in his half-unbuttoned pink shirt and his thigh-high boots, turns around to look at him. His face softens when he sees the insecure look on his little favorite‘s face.

„No, baby, don‘t worry.“ He is at the bed with one step, and Fizz has to adjust his balance when he sits down and makes the mattress quake. Ozzie reaches over to him and pets his head again, gently rubbing his fingers down to his shoulder blades. „There‘s something I wanted to try for a while, but I need you completely open and vulnerable for that. If you‘re not up for intense stuff, we don‘t have to do it, though.“

Fizzarolli frowns, then he shoots out his arms and propels himself up to Ozzie‘s shoulder. Ozzie‘s hand immediately comes up to rub his back again while Fizz rubs his face into his light-blue fluff. The disembodied bull-face snuggles up to him in turn. „Nah, let‘s do it. You just caught me off guard, is all.“

The thought of taking off his hat makes him nauseous, but in the end, it‘s no big deal, right? Ozzie has seen him without it before; he doesn‘t ever seem to be disgusted by the state of him. If Ozzie wants him that way - if he wants to see him like that - then Fizzarolli will do what he wants, like he always does.

Fizz has always been proud that he can keep up with Ozzie most of the time; that he can find pleasure in the weirdest kinks, that he can be presented with a sexual preference or a new kind of play and immediately understand what about it is hot enough to tempt the Embodiment of Lust.

He doesn‘t want to be a party-pooper, ever. Ozzie is the best thing that ever happened to him, and even when he asks him to do things like this for him - things that make him tingle in a less than pleasant way, things that make him feel small and helpless - he wants to make him happy.

Ozzie turns his main face towards him and gives his forehead a little peck. „Alright, baby. Do you want me to take it off for you?“

Fizzarolli takes a deep breath and concentrates on the feeling of Ozzie‘s fluff against his cheek. „Yes, please,“ he says in a soft voice and closes his eyes.

He feels the bull-face rub against him again, causing a weird, slightly electrical tingling to run from his cheek down into his tense shoulders. He feels Ozzie tug at his hat tail again, but this time he tugs until it slides off his head. His head feels immediately cold. Usually he doesn‘t even take the hat off to sleep. He can feel the air against the top of his nubs, where the vestiges of his cornual nerves still give the broken remnants of his horns some feeling, though it always feels like carefully prodding an open wound - not really painful, but also definitely not pleasurable.

Ozzie gives him a little rub between his horns, where touches still feel good, and where Ozzie rarely gets to touch him. His hat is carefully put aside with a tiny jingle, then Ozzie scoops him off his shoulder and holds him with both hands in the air while he gives him a slow, sweet kiss. He‘s being so gentle with him that Fizz heart aches in that way that feels nearly like a panic attack.

He puts him down with his head on his gigantic pillows and throws off his shirt, so they both are finally naked. Fizzarolli shivers with delight at the way Ozzie is bending over him, filling his entire field of vision with his dark blue immensity, Fizz‘s very own night sky, with Ozzie‘s smiling eyes two beautiful moons surrounded by pale blue fog, his colorful rooster tail an aurora in the periphery of his view.

Ozzie kisses the mark on his forehead, then his lips. He lingers there for a moment, and Fizzarolli opens his mouth to get a taste of his favorite drug. Ozzie indulges him, licking into his mouth, making his body buzz with his saliva. Fizzarolli know‘s it‘s not addictive - that it only has very weak aphrodisic properties, not comparable to Ozzie‘s precum or slick, but it just gives him enough, just makes him feel warm and loose and tingly, and he just can‘t imagine ever living without.

Maybe because just imagining that would send him down a spiral he wouldn‘t be able to pull himself out of.

„You taste like appletinis, Fizzy baby,“ Ozzie whispers against his face, then he moves farther down and kisses both of his nipples. Fizzarolli is shivering now, sighing and mewling with pleasure. He is still so sensitive when it comes to Ozzie… Even the way he kisses his stomach makes his cock jerk with need.

Ozzie indulges him, laving his broad tongue over Fizzarolli‘s cock and balls before he lets it slip down over his taint for just a second.

He pulls away before Fizz can really start enjoying himself. He sits back on his haunches and looks at his little imp as if he was an especially appetizing piece of sushi. He even licks his lips. Fizz feels himself heat up under that look. It‘s a little like the rush he gets when he‘s on stage, but deeper, more dangerous and maybe even more real. He doesn‘t need to put up an act, doesn’t need to be funny or clever or energetic. He has always loved being looked at - craves it more than anything else. But nobody has ever looked at him quite like Asmodeus does.

Being desired by the Lord of all Desires… It‘s no wonder he feels dizzy.

„Take off your arms and legs, Fizzy,“ Ozzie rumbles above him, and Fizzarolli feels like his heart stops.

„…What?“

Ozzie‘s face changes in the way it would if he had eyebrows and raised one. „You heard me, Fizzy…“ His voice is like hot cocoa spiked with whiskey as he trails a finger down Fizzarolli‘s breastbone to his belly button. „Take them off. I want you soft and helpless for me, baby. None of the whirly parts.“

When Fizz still hesitates, Ozzie kisses him again and gives his lower lip a nibble. Fizzarolli doesn‘t know if it‘s supposed to be a warning or a comfort.

„Just think of it as reverse bondage, darling,“ he whispers when he pulls away again.

Reverse bondage. Sure. He can do that for Ozzie. He can let go of his arms and legs for the demon who freed him from Mammon, who looked at him and saw through his costume and his act and still wanted what he saw. He can give himself up to him for a night. Right?

He ignores the way his heart beats against his stomach and swallows down the dread and the acid. He takes off his legs first. Pushing the pressure points of the complex release mechanism feels unnatural, wrong, not unlike pushing your fingers into an open wound when you’re hopped up on so many drugs you can no longer feel pain. He does the same with his left arm, but Ozzie has to help with the right one. Fizz can extend it far enough that his hand can reach his upper arm, but the angle isn’t quite right and he can’t get a proper grip on the mechanism. Ozzie has been talking about using advanced cybernetics to bond the limbs to his body - Fizzarolli isn’t sure how exactly that would work, just that they would need to heighten the nerve control he uses to move his limbs, and that would mean Ozzie would have to fuck around with his spine, put a chip in there or something.

Fizz isn’t ready to let him do that. So for now, the attachments remain mechanic.

Ozzie kisses him deeply while he picks up his prosthetics. Fizzarolli watches him move to the side of the bed and carefully set down the bundle of metal limbs on the plush carpet.

Fizzarolli tries to grin; he‘s pretty sure it works. „You better, cupcake… I‘m not doing this kinky shit just so you can get an eye full…“

Ozzie‘s eyes crinkle, and oh, that feels better. He just has to lean into it.

„So what else is on the menu tonight, beside 100% pure imp meat with no additives?“ He wriggles his stumps a little in a mockery of seductive writhing and bats his lashes at Ozzie.

Ozzie lowers himself over Fizz until he can feel his fluffy feathers tickle his naked belly. „Well, you see, my little darling…“ He kisses his cheeks, his forehead, his horn stumps and then back down. „For dessert, I was thinking about stuffing my favorite little jester like an eclair, pump you full until the cream‘s coming out on both ends…“

Fizzarolli lets out a deep purr. „Hmmm, I can definitely get behind that idea…“ He strains up to catch Ozzie‘s lip in a cheeky little nip. Ozzie growls at him, then he kisses him hard, and Fizz can‘t help it that his purring becomes so loud that it‘s shaking all that is left of his body. It‘s instinct that he tries to embrace Ozzie; he can only push his stumps against Ozzie‘s feathers, of course, but at least his tail can still reach the back of Ozzie‘s head and try to push him closer.

It‘s difficult to stop thinking and sink into lust when his body isn‘t working like it normally does.

But this is how Ozzie wants him tonight, and he makes that clear when he pushes his hands under Fizzarolli‘s body, one under his shoulders, the other under his butt, so he can lift all of him when he sits up. He lifts him to his mouth and licks a broad strip from his balls up to his chest, the way you do with a cigarette paper before you roll it.

„Mm…“ he goes, taking another lick of his chest. „Delicious…“

It‘s a good thing that Fizz doesn‘t have issues with heights. It‘s not unlike trapeze, being handled like this. With no way to catch himself if he falls, he has to to completely trust Ozzie as he moves him around like a rag doll. Ozzie keeps licking and kissing and nibbling his skin, giving his stumps as much attention as his chest and his belly before he flips him around and holds him slightly head-down while he works his tongue between his ass cheeks. In this position, Fizz can at least do more with his prehensile tail than just rub over Ozzie‘s feathers. He pushes the tip of his tail into Ozzie‘s neck fluff and grabs a bushel of it as well as he can, just to regain the tiniest bit of control as Ozzie makes a meal of his hole.

It doesn‘t take long until Fizzarolli is sweating and cursing and shivering in Ozzie‘s hands, desperately trying to pull him closer with his tail but just ending up tugging at him helplessly. Ozzie is so fucking good at this - no wonder with him having an actual sixth sense for other people‘s lust and desires. His tongue is literal magic, reaching deeper inside of Fizz than it has any right to, and when he pulls it out and flicks it through his crack he even hits that spot right under his tail perfectly.

The hot, wet tongue swipes down again, but this time it moves down his taint and over his balls, before it wraps around his cock in a way that makes Fizz see stars. The wave of pleasure coming off him has to hit Ozzie right in the face, because he can hear the demon king behind him moan deep in his throat.

Ozzie gives his crotch a last long lick, pushing it against his belly, and then he pulls back and flips Fizz around again. Ozzie‘s face splits in a satisfied grin.

„Such a lovely meal,“ he rumbles. He has to put him down for the next part; even with their size difference, Ozzie can‘t comfortably hold him up in the kind of position he needs him in when he starts fingering him open. Ozzie‘s finger is already magically slick when he pushes it into Fizzarolli‘s spit-wet hole. His sex magic isn‘t functionally different from the Concubi, though like everything about Ozzie it is more intense, more potent. While his spit works like a mix of alcohol and pheromones, and his slick and precum prolong and intensify his partners‘ orgasms, the lube he conjures up to cover his fingers immediately makes Fizz‘s hole relax. Sometimes he wonders if it makes him more sensitive, but there‘s no real way to answer that. Sex with Ozzie is like nothing else, even when they use toys instead of Ozzie‘s body. There are so many reasons for that, of course - starting with Fizz‘ limited experience, which is nearly completely comprised of partners who weren‘t very experienced themselves or of partners who didn‘t care about Fizz‘s pleasure. Of course he got his mind blown when he‘d been swept off his feet by the King of the Lust Ring himself, the embodiment of that very sin, whose very being combines everything debauched and indulgent and pleasurable.

When his finger pulls out, Fizzarolli immediately feels empty. He doesn‘t really need preparation, since a) they only had sex yesterday and b) nothing physical could ever prepare him for Ozzie‘s sheer size, so there is magic involved anyway, but Ozzie loves to touch every part of him, to mark and claim every nook and cranny of his little jester.

At some point, Fizz must have closed his eyes, because when he opens them he sees that Ozzie is staring down at him. He can feel those glowing eyes travel over his body, over his sweaty face, the mottled red and white of his skin, his flicking tail and his shivering stumps. He drinks in the sight of his slender, dripping cock lying against his belly, a soft sigh coming out on a wave of blue smoke as he rubs his thumb over what is left of Fizzarolli‘s inner thigh.

Something about that look on Ozzie‘s face is too much for Fizz, so he does the only thing he knows to do when he needs to get out of any kind of situation.

„What‘s the hold-up, Big O? Don‘t tell me you‘re out of juice already?“ He pushes his hips up, wiggling his ass and wrapping his tail around Ozzie‘s wrist. „Don‘t leave me hanging here…“

Ozzie makes a chastising clucking noise and pushes the tip of his thumb against the rim of Fizz‘ wet, sensitive hole. „So impatient, baby… Be a doll and let Daddy enjoy the view for a bit.“

„Can‘t do much more than be a doll here anyway,“ Fizzarolli complains, wiggling his limbless body some more. „Or maybe more of a sausage than a doll…“

„Oh, I know exactly what you are, Fizzy baby…“ Finally Ozzie lifts him up again, and his grin makes something in his belly do cartwheels. „I think I just had an idea for some new merchandise…“ He shifts him into one hand for a moment to line up his cock with Fizz‘s achingly empty hole. He pushes until his cockhead slides in, then he grasps Fizz‘s trembling body in both hands and slowly, slowly pulls him down his length. „How much, do you think, would people pay for an authentic fleshlight replica of that lovely hole, complete with a little wise-cracking robo-fizz head? Kinda like one of those talking dolls, just pre-recorded voice lines and those nut-wrenching noises you make when you really enjoy the dicking you‘re getting…“

Just then Ozzie bottoms out, and Fizz is spasming around his cock, garbling out something that might have been a moan or a cry of pain as his brain is getting overloaded with pleasure.

„That‘s exactly what I‘m talking about,“ Ozzie says on a low rumble that‘s more from his throat than his belly, more of a bird coo than an imp‘s purring, but that still makes Fizz feel warm and fuzzy in a different way than the bone-melting heat wrecking his body as Ozzie slowly drags him back and forth on his cock. It‘s a real mind-fuck to imagine how he looks right now, but because Fizz‘s mind has always been fucked, he can‘t help but think about how Ozzie is literally using him like a fleshlight, how his body is nothing but a flesh cylinder for Ozzie to jack off with. He doesn‘t know if he‘s horrified or exhilarated at the thought. These days, he often can‘t tell those two things apart.

It feels so fucking good, though. Sex with Ozzie is always incredible, obviously, but just the fact that he doesn‘t have to think about what to do with his limbs, that he can‘t control anything but the tightness of his core and his swishing tail… He doesn‘t have to do anything - he can‘t do anything. He just has to exist in his body and take whatever Ozzie decides to give him.

And what Ozzie is giving him is incredibly good dick.

He is still moving him like a fleshlight, but while his motions earlier were slow and drawn-out, luxuriating in the tight heat of his body, now his motions are becoming faster. His hands are squeezing Fizz‘s body more as he jerks himself off with it, the eyes of all three of his heads are closed, his pumping becoming more and more erratic.

It‘s a wonder that Fizz hasn‘t already come, but he can feel that he‘s not going to last much longer. He closes his eyes as well and just sinks into the feeling, until he is nothing more but flesh singing with pleasure, both feeding Ozzie with his lust and getting him off with his body. He draws in a sharp breath as everything starts coming to a head, and all of his muscles contract, the remnants of his arms and legs cramping because he can‘t hold on to anything. Ozzie pulls him off nearly all the way, and then pulls him onto his cock again so hard that it pushes the breath straight out of Fizzarolli‘s lungs. He lets out a strangled cry as he comes all over the both of them, his body shaking violently as Ozzie fucks burst after burst out of him. At some point Ozzie has started to come too, and his cum is making Fizz’s body even more sensitive. Fizz can feel the way his climax comes back in full force after his cock spurts the second time, and he whimpers and whines and eventually screams with whatever strength he has left as he just keeps coming, his body completely in thrall to Ozzie‘s sublime nature.

When Ozzie finally stops moving, Fizzarolli feels like a wrung-out dishrag. He is soaked with sweat and his own jizz, the cramps have left his muscles throbbing and sore, and his ass feels as if he just fucking gave birth or something. Ozzie pulls his cock out of him, and a wave of hot, magic cum follows in its wake, dripping down along his tail in that way that always makes him feel like he needs to shake himself like a wet dog. Too bad he doesn‘t have the energy to do anything about that right now.

He shouldn‘t have been worried, though. Ozzie takes his after-care pretty seriously. He‘s still got Fizz in both of his hands, and now he starts to lick him clean from his chest down to his tail. The goat and the bull head are helping, though they are more tickling and nibbling than really cleaning him up properly. Of course Ozzie spends the most time at his hole, soothing his stretched-out rim with long, deep licks and gentle sucking before he finally licks the last remains of his cum off Fizz‘s tail. When he pulls away, Fizz strokes the tip of his tail over Ozzie‘s cheek and gets a little kiss on it in exchange.

When Ozzie finally puts him down, Fizz feels like he‘s about to fall asleep. He still feels sticky and sweaty, but his body has been so thoroughly used and his orgasm has hit him so hard that even keeping his eyes open feels like too much when the bed beneath him is so soft and Ozzie‘s body hovering over him, gently kissing his face, is so warm. He knows he should go have a shower, but even while he hears Ozzie suggest as much, his eyes fall shut and he sinks into comfortable, dreamless darkness.

When he wakes up hours later, his limbs are on his body again, and Ozzie is sleeping peacefully next to him.

Fizzarolli carefully disentangles himself from Ozzie and the blanket he has pulled over his body and grabs his cap from the side of the bed. He holds the bells still so they don’t make a sound as he walks out of the bedroom and through the hallway to the big bathroom. He could have used the ensuite, of course, but he needs some more walls between him and Ozzie - some more doors.

He puts his hat down on the counter and turns the hot water on in the shower. It takes him a moment to work the handle. His hands feel weird, like a computer that got rebooted and is now trying to deal with security upgrades.

His hips hurt. He knows it’s likely because of how strenuous the sex was, but he feels like they hurt from standing. Like something is wrong with the attachments of his legs. Like just being out of them for a few hours was enough to warp them, to make them incompatible with his body.

His arms feel so heavy, and his head feels so light.

He feels like he’s been put back together wrong.

It’s bullshit, of course. His arms and legs work as well as they always do, and the fit is also good. Ozzie designed these things, for fuck’s sake, he wouldn’t put them on wrong.

He steps into the steaming shower and closes the glass door behind him. For a while, he just stands there and lets the hot water wash away his sweat and anything that remains from Ozzie’s tongue bath. He’s used to water on his horns - he can’t really wear the hat in the shower, after all - but he wonders how it would feel on his stumps. He’s tempted to take off his legs again, to just sit on the shower floor, maybe until he drowns.

He’s being stupid. A stupid little bitch who gets hung up on harmless bullshit like this.

If Ozzie wants to have him that way, Fizz will give that to him, because Fizz is the luckiest motherfucker in hell because Ozzie wants him. Not just for a fling or a week or as a side piece or anything - he is living with him. They’re brushing their teeth at the same fucking sink. How could Fizz refuse Ozzie anything he wants?

He can’t. It’s that simple.

He belongs to Ozzie. Everything he has, everything he is - Ozzie gave him that. His job at the club, the robots, his limbs…

Of course Ozzie can fuck him however he wants.

It’s fine. He’s just being stupid. It’s just sex. He didn’t take his limbs away to humiliate him or to punish him. It’s fine.

He’s just being stupid.

He turns the water off and gets out, dries off as quickly as he can and puts his hat on. The bells jingle gently when he comes back into the bedroom and climbs into bed.

Ozzie wakes up just enough to reach out for him and pull him into a hug.

“Did you go wash up, baby?” he mumbles, still half-asleep.

“Yeah,” Fizz says, and rubs his face into his blue fluff. “Go back to sleep, Ozzie…”

#helluva boss fanfiction #asmodeus x fizzarolli #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #fizzarozzie #fizzmodeus #fanfic

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autistfanatic · 2 years

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Vaggie x Fizzerolli

Scars and Broken Horns

(Fizzi teaches Vaggie to embrace her scars for they are symbols of trauma that she came out stronger from. Vaggie hates her body and scars but her jester still reminds her shes loved, scars or none.)

"Babes? Why do you keep that choker around your neck?"

Vaggoe dreaded he'd ask. "I...don't wanna talk about it." She turns away from the jester in their plush bed in Ozzies room.

Ever since she moved to Lust to start again, she and Fizzerolli became very attached. They dated.

Fizz held her hand. "You can tell me babes."

Vaggie groaned. "You're not gonna drop it are you?"

He shook no. "Show me."

She took her choker off to see a scar from slitting her throat back when she was alive. "Thats why I'm here Fizzy. I ended my own life. I was selfish. And I hate it. I hate my scars." She tore her gloves off to reveal dozens of scars from self harming in her past. "I- I had chronic depression in life. After being used by pimps..." she started to cry. "I'm so hideous...!"

She hears clothing ruffling to see Fizz take off his jester hat to reveal his broken set of imp horns. "I get what its like. But know this, baby, I don't let these define who I am. And neither should you." He held her soft moth hand.

Vaggie sniffled. "Ohh my little jester..." she hugged him as his robotic arms are pulling her close to him. He understood her better than any hellborn or sinner shes met. "Mi amor..."

The imp stroked her hair slowly and nuzzles her

"Shhh...c'mon babes. Scars are reminders that we came out stronger from the trauma. Okay?"

"Sí....okay..." She stuttered, getting her tears dried.

(Another gift for @hisslord)

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #helluva boss #fizzerolli #vaggie #crackship #jestermoth

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madefate · 4 months

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❛ By the way, what happened to Vaggie? They rushed out of here without even saying good-bye. That's bad manners. ❜ ( @ Charlie ) / @fizzarollitm

❝ Oh ! I, uh - ❞ glancing around, Charlie can confirm that Vaggie has, indeed, vacated the premises. A little pit forms in her stomach - she can only assume that it's just gotten to be a little too much for her, with the new crowds coming in and the new faces. Which is great! Fizzerolli is incredibly talented and such a draw, and Charlie is more than grateful to even have this much attention on the hotel, but she can't blame Vaggie for her wariness.

Still, she's not going to divulge that.

❝ Not at all ! She's just taking care of something super quick - there's always some little emergency in hotel, y'know ? But anyway ! You're so incredibly talented, Mr. Fizzarolli ! It's been such a joy having you here this week, really. ❞

#hh tw #( charlie. )#fizzarollitm #she's trying !!!

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palettepainter · 2 years

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Another new next gen I showed off on Patreon!

If you guys like my work and want to support me consider checking out/becoming a patron! I already have another Hazbin related drawing available in both tiers, and will be posting sneak peaks for two new Hazbin OC redesigns later today! - https://www.patreon.com/palettepainter101

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Kai (Kazooloo) Parents: Fizzerolli (dad), Asmodeous (dad)

-Kai is an odd character. Unlike his two very theatrical parents, Kai is a total blank slate. He never smirks, never smiles, and never sings. Despite looking like a total weirdo Kai can be decent with conversation, he’s actually a pretty clingy individual and can come off as a little possessive to those he’s especially close to. More surprisng is that Kai does not develop crushes easily, it takes a long time for him to even consider being romantically interested in someone - Kai just assumes he has yet to find the right person and is convinced he’ll find the right somebody someday

-Despite not being all that interested in love Kai understands a lot about romance and love and how fickle it can be. Being the son to the embodiment of Lust means Kai is very good at reading body language and facial expressions when it comes to romantic or lustful desires. With his dad Asmodeous practically preaching about lust, Kai sometimes feels out of place at his dad’s club Ozzie’s. When he’s not walking around Pentagram city he’s often in his room doing mind puzzles, he’s much smarter than he looks. Kai also works part time as a model. Kai has a pretty good body and despite his lack of interest in finding romance he does enjoy feeling and looking good. Blaze was the one to first help spark Kai’s interest in fashion and the two frequently shop in their free time.

-Kai has an impressive set of chompers and Blaze on more then one occasion has compared him to a cat. You know how when cats yawn it starts of cute, then all of a sudden they show off their dagger fangs? That’s Kai. As well as this Kai’s eyes also glow in the dark like Asmodeous, Blaze calmly jumped out of his skin with a girlish scream when he first learnt this - aka Kai was staying over, Blaze walked down into the kitchen after hearing some noise and saw Kai standing in the dark, eyes glowing with a tub of ice cream. Kai’s eyes will also glow depending on how he’s feeling

-Kai, like Blaze, can also travel to or be summoned to the human world. Being the son to Asmodeous Kai doesn’t require all that much power to travel to and from earth - Blaze for example, if he wants to travel to the human world without being summoned, has to feed off a certain amount of love (incubus and succubus can only strictly feed off sexual love, this can be through sexual flirts or hints but this generally takes longer for the power to build up) before he can create a portal. Whereas Kai generally can just go too and from whenever he pleases with little need to feed off love beforehand.

-His love language is words as he doesn’t feel as though he’s very good at giving physical affection. He’s very selective on who he allows to hug him/touch him, Blaze is one of the few people that can do so freely without harm. Despite his dislike for being touched without permission Kai himself constantly invades others personal space; sometimes he’ll lean his head over Blaze’s shoulder to see something, other times he’ll rest his head on top of Blaze’s, other times Blaze will turn his back then look back to Kai to see him an inch away from his face. Blaze at first was kinda creeped out at this but he’s learnt to live with it

#Helluva Boss #Fizzeroli #Asmodeous #Kai

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nottapossum · 1 year

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Itty Bitty Imps chapter 1:

Summary:

Classification AU:

Blitzø didn’t have a great childhood, he had to grow up really fast and take on a lot of responsibility to help his family. And now he’s a successful assassin, a badass.

Fizzarolli’s always been an icon, always had to be perfect, had to be funny, had to entertain…otherwise he was a failure. He made a lot of sacrifices to achieve this level of perfection.

Is it any wonder they cheated on their classification test? What would people think if they knew what they really were?

Notes:

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This work is an Age regression /Classification fic. So there will be things such as Diapers and their usage, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.

But there will also be cursing and talking about sex when characters are out of headspace, and it also mentions some trauma. (Any future trigger warnings will be added to chapter notes if needed.)

Age regression itself is not sexual, it’s a coping mechanism.

If you have a problem with any of this, you can click away.

chapter 1: Blitzø’s secret

Blitzo:

“I’m just saying, the classification thing is kinda pointless, it has never benefitted anyone.” Loona says.

“What about littles? They can’t take care of themselves.” Millie argues.

These two have been debating this since they got back from a mission. Blitzø had no idea what started it, but he was curious to hear their opinions on the matter.

“Who says they can’t? Most of them aren’t even like that eighty precent of the time, In fact, some of them are adopted by assholes who force them to be little all the time.” Loona argues.

“That’s actually true.” Moxxie says. “I wouldn’t say it benefits no one, but it doesn’t really define who you really are or what you’re good at. I mean, I was classified a babysitter initially. As you can see that absolutely determined my future.” Moxxie says sarcastically.

“Well, I don’t know, Mox. You certainly are good at stopping anything fun from happening.” Blitzø says.

Moxxie growls at him while loona laughed.

“Well, I was classified a guardian with caregiver tendencies.” Millie says. “I’d say that suits me pretty well.”

“Well, yeah. But I was labeled a caregiver.” Loona explains, which surprised M&M. “Yeah, exactly my point. The stupid center made me re-take it over a hundred times.”

“I don’t blame them. I’ve seen you kick a baby.” Moxxie says.

“What was your classification, Blitzø?” Millie asks.

“Oh, I’m a Neutral.” Blitzø answers softly.

“There’s no way that’s true.” Moxxie says.

Blitzø raises an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just- that’s too normal for you!” Moxxie explains.

“As hard as it is to believe, it’s true.” Blitzø says. “I can give you the stupid papers to prove it.”

Millie looked over Blitzø suspiciously. “You cheated on the test, didn’t you?”

“Oh please, why does everyone always assume that?” He asks. “It’s not like i could’ve just found someone selling the answers outside the building or some shit, even if I wanted to. I wasn’t exactly mr popular, so I didn’t have a lot of connections.” Blitzø explains.

Past, Blitzo:

“Why are you guys so worked up about this? It’s a fucking personality test. There’s no right or wrong.” Barbie, his twin sister explains as they’re walking to the classification center. It was finally time for them to find out what kind of freaks they really were.

Blitzo scoffs. “Yeah, sure, just a personality test unless you’re classified a caregiver and people think you’re ‘too soft’ for jobs that make you any kind of actual money.”

“I don’t think YOU will have to worry about that.” Barbie says, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, and no one will hire you if you’re classified a little.” Fizzarolli explains. “You’d have to be adopted…and if you’re like Blitzo, you just wouldn’t get adopted at all-“

Blitzo punches his boyfriends arm.

“Hey!” Fizz shouts, rubbing his arm. “I meant IF you were a little.”

“Bitch.” Blitzo calls him.

“Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?” Fizzarolli asks.

“Yes actually.” Blitzo says. “It’s the best way to talk to my boyfriend.”

“Even when he has…this?” Fizzarolli asks, holding up a piece of paper.

“Oh…paper.” Barbie hesitates. “Cool?”

“It’s all neutral test answers.” Fizzarolli explains. “I copied them on my arm so I can pass the test with no complications.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. I was just going to copy all her answers.” Blitzo says, pointing to Barbie.

“You what?!” Barbie asks.

“Why would it matter? We’re twins. No one would question it.” Blitzo says.

“Listen. We share everything! At least let me keep my own personality.” Barbie says.

“You don’t want her answers anyway, Blitzo.” Fizzarolli says. He looks to Barbie. “You know, you can use them too if you want, barbecue.” Fizzarolli says.

“It’s okay, I’m not really worried about it, I’ll probably be neutral anyway.” Barbie says.

“Yeah, cuz you’re so basic.” Blitzo says. Barbie punches his arm. “Ow!”

Fizzarolli laughs.

“Prick.” Barbie calls her brother.

“Where did you get these anyway?” Blitzo asks, ignoring his sister.

Fizz shrugs. “I know a guy, had to fuck him to get it though.” He answers.

Blitzo takes the paper and reads over the answers, not reacting to what Fizzarolli just said at all.

Barbie didn’t either, just kept walking.

Fizzarolli waits a few seconds… “Oh my god, Blitzo! I didn’t actually fuck him, I paid him! With money!” He explains.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t blame you if you did fuck him.” Blitzo shrugs.

“Well, it wouldn’t kill you to be a little jealous, I can fuck other people, you know?” Fizzarolli pouts, arms crossed.

Blitzo takes Fizzarolli’s face in his hands. “Oh, I know you can, but everyone knows you’re obsessed with me.” He says seductively.

“In your wet dreams, bitch.” Fizzarolli and Blitzo kiss deeply, Blitzo sticking his tongue down the jester’s throat.

“Geez, Come on, fuckbirds. We’ll be late.” Barbie says, rolling her eyes.

Fizzarolli and Blitzo agree. And the three of them head inside the building.

“Alright, here goes nothing.” Barbie says.

“Good luck, sis!” Blitzo says.

Barbie nods. “You too, don’t get caught.” She mumbles violently at him.

Fizzarolli whispers. “At least change two or three answers, even if you get five present of something else, no one will really care in the future, we can’t make it too suspicious.”

Blitzo nods and gives his boyfriend a thumbs up before following Barbie to the testing area.

Present, Blitzø:

Moxxie checks the time. “Oh wow, we should really get going if we’re going to make dinner.” Moxxie says to Millie.

“Where you two going?” Blitzø asks.

“It’s called none of your business.” Moxxie says angrily.

Millie rolls her eyes.

“Wow, okay. Hint taken.” Blitzø rolls his eyes.

“Is it?!” Moxxie asks. “You’re not so good at taking hints.”

“Come on, sweetie. Let’s just go. See you later, boss.” Millie says as she and Moxxie walk out.

“Well, guess it’s just us then.” Blitzø says to Loona.

“Yeah, sorry. Actually, I have to go too, Tex invited me to a party tonight.” Loona says.

“Oh.”

“Don’t follow me.” Loona warns. “I’ll See you later, don’t wait up.” Loona walks out, closing the door behind her.

That was fine…Blitzø wanted to be alone anyway.

What was moxxie’s fucking problem anyway? He defended their relationship at Ozzie’s. If anything, they should be grateful that he followed them!

‘Hey, everybody! This guy's a total disgrace!Some nerve you got to comment on a relationshipLast I checked, your love life is a pile of shit!‘

Like Fizzarolli was one to talk, when was the last time he was in a real relationship?

Blitzø drove himself home.

Maybe it’s not such a bad thing that literally everyone he hangs out with is busy.

Blitzø goes into his closet to get out a box full of his little gear: Pacifiers, Diapers, toys, exc.

He could indulge his little self for a while.

#Age regression fanfic #helluva boss #helluva boss fanfic #helluva boss fanfiction #little!Blitzo #Little!Fizzerolli #classification au

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anthurak · 8 months

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So here's an interesting little thought:

I’ve seen some people theorize that the reason Fizzerolli knows sign language is because he temporarily lost his voice after the explosion, and after listening to ‘2 Minutes Notice’ a few more times I think Fizz might actually have some intentional diegetic ‘reverb’ in his voice.

Note how when he sings ‘Mammon you sad sack of shit!’, the audience seems to stop singing along but we still hear the ‘echoing’ in Fizz’s voice.

So what if Fizz not only lost his voice in the explosion, but it never actually healed normally and he instead speaks using a prosthetic implant of some kind created by Asmodeus that he can use to modify his voice?

#helluva boss #fizzarolli #helluva fizzarolli #i mean the robo-fizz's can speak just fine themselves

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anthurak · 10 months

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One little detail I found interesting in this episode is how Blitzo and Stolas DON'T actually cross paths in this episode, or are even so much as AWARE that the other was even involved in the events.

Like Stolas is completely unaware that Blitzo was captured by Crimson along with Fizzerolli (note how Blitzo is NOT shown in the video Crimson sends to Ozzy), and Blitzo likewise never has any idea that Stolas just happened to be meeting with Asmodeus. Even at the end of the episode, Fizzy only so much as hints at having run into Blitzo AFTER Stolas has left.

And I think this is VERY much deliberate on the part of the writers. Because Blitzo and Stolas running into each other this episode, or even just so much of a HINT that the other was involved could have led to some form of communication/resolution on their part. And it's clear that is NOT what the story wants right now.

Because let's not forget that with Fizzy giving the okay on Blitzo getting an Asmodean Crystal, Stolas now has everything he needs to feel comfortable in breaking things off with Blitzo.

As heartwarming as this episode was, I feel pretty confident in saying things are actually going to get worse for Blitzo and Stolas...

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva blitzo #helluva stolas #stolitz #remember that Fizz and Ozzie are a FOIL to Blitzo and Stolas...

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anthurak · 8 months

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Continuing my analysis and theorizing on Asmodeus, Mammon and the rest of the Deadly Sins of Helluva Boss and their backgrounds, characterization and where the show might be taking them, I’ve been thinking about what their expressions of their respective ‘Sins’ might truly represent for their characters. Both in the way they express it and even the whole reason they express a ‘Sin’ in the first place.

Now assuming that all of the Sins are Fallen Angels just like Lucifer, and their presence in Hell is a result of their expulsion from Heaven, and Hell being the new home they’ve built for themselves;

What if their expression of each of their ‘sins’ is a metaphorical or even outright literal trauma coping mechanism?

Like given what we’ve seen so far of how Vivzie and her team approach and interpret the ideas of Hell and Heaven, I think it’s all too easy to imagine them framing the ‘fall’ of the seven sins to be a truly horrific event that left all of them with massive emotional and mental scars and trauma. Like getting kicked out by the universe’s most controlling, rigid, conservative and violently judgmental family.

So what if the whole reason that Asmodeus, Mammon, Beelzebub and the rest started expressing and embodying their respective ‘sin’ was as a way of processing and coping with their trauma?

And of course, there are healthy ways of dealing with trauma, and unhealthy ways as well. Which I think is the true difference between the Sins.

Basically, Ozzie and Bee found healthy ways of processing and coping with their trauma, while Mammon DIDN’T.

More specifically, we see with both Ozzie and Bee that they are able to manage their ‘sin’ (ie; coping mechanism) so that it doesn’t become harmful to themselves or others: Bee is acutely aware of and concerned when someone is overindulging to the point of self-harm, while Ozzie strongly stresses the importance of consent when it comes to sex.

Mammon meanwhile, clearly has zero management or restraint over his ‘sin’. I think it’s all too plausible that Mammon’s obsession with wealth and attention for his ‘brand’ is deep-down a way for him to distract himself from some deeply repressed pain and trauma. Thereby showing how a coping mechanism can become harmful not just for oneself, but others as well.

And the best part is that even with the little we know of them at this point, I think we can already guess that Belphagor, Satan and Leviathan could display/represent other means of coping with trauma, either healthy or harmful.

We know that Belphagor runs Hell’s pharmaceutical business, so I think we can all agree that could easily be a way to show how medication can either help or harm in dealing with trauma. Satan being the Sin of Wrath could represent how anger can be used as a coping mechanism, while he apparently running a workout app could hint to him using fitness as a coping mechanism. And Leviathan being associated with social media of course has all kinds of potential to the show the good and bad ways THAT can be used to deal with trauma.

Over the course of its run thus far, Helluva Boss has shown itself to be in large part a story about dealing with trauma, with practically all of the primary and secondary characters having arcs heavily influenced or even outright defined by their struggles with past trauma. Blitzo, Moxxie, Loona, Stolas, Fizzerolli, Barbie Wire, even more minor or antagonistic characters like Octavia, Verosika and Striker. ALL of these characters have been shown grappling with past pain and trauma, with almost all showing that they are coping with their trauma in either a healthy or unhealthy manner.

Whether Moxxie recognizing that it is his father who is at fault for all the pain he went through and not himself, Fizzerolli finding a loved one who has helped him cope or Barbie Wire simply spending a long time in therapy to show the positive ways people can deal with their trauma. Or conversely, Loona’s closed-off, angry and generally anti-social defense mechanism, Stolas trying to throw himself into a relationship he doesn’t fully understand, or just… EVERYTHING that Blitzo has going on to show the harmful ways people can deal with trauma.

So I’d say it really only makes sense that with how the show has also taken steps to ‘humanize’ the Sins, that this theme of exploring how people deal with deep-seeded pain and trauma would likewise extend to them as well.

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NottaPossum Masterpost: (Itty Bitty Imps blog/Masterpost) Book 1: Itty Bitty Imps: Complete

Playlist for the fic 🎶 -Music Chapters: Chapter 1: Chapter 2: Chapter 3: Chapter 4: Chapter 5: Chapter 6: Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9 Chapter 10: Chapter 11: Chapter 12: Chapter 13: Chapter 14: Chapter 15: Chapter 16: Chapter 17: Chapter 18: Chapter 19: Chapter 20: Chapter 21: Chapter 22: -If you liked this book, Check out the rest of the series here:

The Official Itty Bitty Imps Masterpost

--Notes/Info for Itty Bitty Imps: Classification AU: Members in hell are forced to take a classification test that determines what they are:

-Neutrals -Caregivers -Littles

-Babysitters

-Pet regressors

-Handlers

And occasionally you’ll get a special neutral classification like poet, Ruler, exc.

For especially Imps and Hellhounds, (the lowest beings in hell), their results have everything to do with their future.

That’s why some imps had learned to cheat the system…

Blitzø being one of them.

---Helluva Classifications:---

Blitzø❤️: Not officially little, classified a neutral after cheating on the test Stolas 💜: Caregiver

-Fizzarolli 💚 Little

-Asmodeus 💙 Neutral/ Guardian

-Millie ❤️🔥 Guardian

-Moxxie ❤️🩹 Neutral type: Poet Little/ Pet regressor

-Loona 🖤 Caregiver

-Octavia 💖 ???

-Beelzebub: 50% Caregiver 50% Guardian

-Mammon: 40% Little 60% Gardian -Littles info:

Blitzø: Little Age: 1-5 Fizzerolli: Little Age: 5-8 Moxxie Little age: 0-4

???

Age 4-14

Others:

❤️‍🩹Sallie May: Age 8-15

🌌 : Age 4-13

🩸: ??

⚠️Warning: This story is not all fluffy and cute, this story is more about healing childhood trauma, and healing the inner child by accepting help and accepting regression as a coping therapeutic method. (there’s plenty of hurt/comfort and cute fluff, but that’s not all it is) in these books we will be discussing dark topics like child abuse, sexual abuse, death, emotional abuse, PTSD, depression, struggling in life, suicidal thoughts, toxic relationships, and even hating one’s own regression and dealing with impure age regression. ⚠️ More specific character notes in the Itty Bitty Imps Masterpost -Dm me if you'd like to be part of my Taglist ~Feel free to ask questions, share ideas, or request something!~ Tag for Questions and Headcannons will be: #IttyBittyImpsQ&H - _ _ _ _

Itty Bitty Sinners:

(Masterpost soon.)

Part 1:

-CHAPTER 1

-CHAPTER 2

-CHAPTER 3

-CHAPTER 4

-CHAPTER 5:

-CHAPTER 6

-CHAPTER 7:

-CHAPTER 8:

-CHAPTER 9:

-CHAPTER 10:

-Chapter 11:

Part 2:

Chapter 1:

ONE SHOTS!

-Six (woah)

-Happy (Late) Birthday Angel

-Attention!

Notes/little ages and test results.

All ages!

Charlie:

Vaggie:

Charlie and Vaggie: Notes and Info

⚙️Pentious: 60% Little 40% Neutral

Pentious: Notes and info

🩸Niffty: 50% ?? 50% Handler

Niffty: notes and info

📺Vox: Flip

💗Velvette: Flip

Valentino: ?

Vox, Val, and Velvette: Notes and info

♥️Husk:

🕸Angel

Husker and Angel dust: Notes and info

🦌Alastor: Little

🌹Rosie: Caregiver

Alastor and Rosie notes and info

Heaven classifications

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And questions and headcannons will be tagged #ittybittysinnersq&h

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anthurak · 10 months

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So I’ve been thinking lately about how Blitzo and Moxxie both have abusive fathers and clearly a LOT of personal baggage and childhood trauma thanks to those fathers. And that’s led me to a certain hunch:

I think Blitzo and Moxxie having both suffered under abusive fathers is going to wind up being a significant dramatic point. Specifically, in that there is going to be a deliberate thematic contrast in how Blitzo and Moxxie DEAL with their respective childhood trauma relating to their fathers.

To begin, from what we’ve seen of them, I think we can already see the clear similarities in Blitzo’s and Moxxie’s childhood trauma and abuse at the hands of their respective fathers, but also a few notable differences:

For one, I think we can all agree that for as shitty a father as Cash Buckzo is, Crimson manages to somehow be even worse. Specifically, through the respective forms of their abuse: From what we saw of him in The Circus, Buckzo’s abuse of his son seems to have been mostly in neglect and constant belittlement. Buckzo saw his son as having very little worth compared to Fizzerolli, and likely Barbie Wire, and seems to have basically wrote him off as a lost cause. By contrast, while Crimson is also highly belittling of Moxxie, he was also far more active in controlling and manipulating his son’s life. Seeking to mold Moxxie into whatever he needed him for.

Now where this gets interesting is when we look at how Moxxie is dealing with his childhood baggage, and how that could very possibly contrast with Blitzo. Because despite how terrible his childhood clearly was, we can also see that Moxxie is actually making some pretty big strides in dealing with his childhood trauma. Most notably, it seems that by Exes and Oohs that Moxxie has made a clear and decisive break away from Crimson, physically and emotionally. By the end of the episode, we see Moxxie full on reject his father, holding him responsible for all the terrible things he did, and showing that Crimson has NO control over him emotionally anymore.

I mean, given Moxxie’s ultimatum to Crimson, I think going forward that Moxxie is fully prepared, physically and psychologically, to outright KILL his father if Crimson were to come after him or Millie (and maybe Blitzo) again (more on that possibility later…)

Flipping over to Blitzo, this is admittedly a bit of a guess on my part given how Blitzo has only mentioned his father in the present barely more than once. But considering Blitzo’s track record of desperately trying to repress and avoid his past trauma and guilt, I think it’s a safe bet that unlike Moxxie, Blitzo has NOT dealt with any of his trauma and baggage related to his father at all. Like if asked about his father, I imagine Blitzo would brush it off with some quick, casual response like ‘Yeah, he was an asshole. Moving on…’ that clearly represents Blitzo wanting to AVOID this train of thought as much as he can.

And when we put these two points together, we get a clear contrast and foil between Blitzo and Moxxie. Where the latter is confronting and processing the trauma and abuse he suffered at the hands of his father, while the former simply ISN’T. A contrast that would certainly become very significant when or if Blitzo has to confront his own father in the present sometime in the future.

Now I say ‘if’ specifically because there is one particular theory I’ve had for a while about how messed up Blitzo’s past might really be…

See, it’s pretty clear at this point that Blitzo did something VERY bad to his family in the past, something that has made both Fizzerolli and Barbie Wire absolutely HATE him in the present. And I’m fairly certain that THIS is the thing that Blitzo has been emotionally and psychologically on the run from ever since, trying his hardest to repress the trauma and guilt this event created for him.

So what might this be?

Well, what if Blitzo accidentally killed his parents? An act which also maimed Fizzerolli and deeply traumatized Barbie?

Now I stress the accidentally part, because that is a key aspect of both Blitzo’s crippling guilt and trauma, as well as how this acts as foil to Moxxie. See, what if in contrast to Moxxie’s initially meek and browbeaten relationship with Crimson prior to leaving the family, Bltizo grew to hate Cash in his teenage and young-adult years, though not in a way that would allow Blitzo to really come to terms with all the abuse his father inflicted on him. So what if at some point into his late-teens/early-twenties, Blitzo decided he was going to get back at his father? Blitzo would come up with a scheme which would ruin Cash, and possibly the circus he was so fixated on, something that would hurt his father forever.

A scheme which would go HORRIBLY wrong. A scheme which would wind up doing far more damage than Blitzo ever wanted. A scheme which would wind not only killing Blitzo’s father, but even his mother as well, not to mention maiming his closest childhood friend.

Imagine if Blitzo was planning on simply burning down the circus when no-one was present as a final, spiteful ‘fuck you’ to his father. Only to be caught by his family inside as he’s about the set the fire. And in an ensuing argument/fight, the tent is set ablaze. Despite suffering burns on his face, Blitzo is able to escape with a horrifically burned and maimed Fizzerolli, but his parents are not so lucky. Leaving Blitzo forced to watch or perhaps simply listen to his father and mother burn to death in a blaze that HE started.

THAT is what Blitzo could be on the run from this whole time. What he’s been trying to bury all this time. It could be why he’s so desperate for emotional intimacy (to get back the family he lost) yet is so terrified of opening up to people (crippling guilt). It could also by why Blitzo seems incapable of acknowledging how he has hurt the people close to him; because admitting any of that would almost certainly require Blitzo to face the reality of the truly horrific mistakes he made.

Going back to the point I started with, this is where Moxxie can really serve as a foil to Blitzo in how the two have dealt with and are dealing with their respective abusive fathers. In that whereas Moxxie has been able to fully process what his father did to him, recognize that it IS Crimson’s fault and not his own and make a clear and decisive break away from his father, Blitzo never got the opportunity to do any of that.

And going forward, Crimson’s further role in the show could playing into this foil into a very interesting fashion. After the ending of ‘Ex’s and Ohs’, I think we can all agree we haven’t seen the last of Crimson, and that he’ll be coming after his son and I.M.P. as a whole at some point. And I think it’s very easy to see this story beat ending with Moxxie outright KILLING his father.

Not by accident either. Imagine a beaten and injured but still alive Crimson being held at gunpoint by Moxxie. True to his character, Crimson rails against Moxxie, calling his son weak and how he knows he doesn’t have the guts to kill him. Only Crimson only barely gets a few words out before Moxxie pulls the trigger and puts a bullet through his father’s head.

For Moxxie, I think killing his father will be framed as a good thing. An act of liberation. By killing Crimson, Moxxie is truly FREE of his father and finally able to move on with the life he really wants with Millie.

But imagine what witnessing such an act might do to BLITZO?

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mistresswriter19 · 3 months

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I am Not Your Puppet! ( Helluva Boss Oc Zander X Reader SFW)

Author's Note: I got permission from the admin from their Oc's blog that I can write fanfics of their OC.

Enjoy ^^

You were in a deep sleep having these strange nightmares occurring or it could it be the fact that a few hours that you went down the wrong path of town and accidently encountering a jester who just kept smiling with his hands folded behind his back. You just kept walking not looking back trying to focus on the grocery you bought from the local supermarket. Then you stop to see that this Jester was close like way to close. You waited for a while to see if he was going to do anything walking back you didn't even have to walk or look this bastard was stalking so you immediately punched this jester's face with once fits, grabbing your groceries running all the way home.

Y/N: This why you should never trust clowns or jester's. They're just creepy….

You said as you rubbed your eyes but you felt a creek on your bed looking upon your window there was no one it was beautiful night with the stars glowing. You lay back on the pillow then your worse nightmare came true. The jester from before was kneeling on your bed facing you with that ever lasting smile on his face.

Y/N: AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

Zander: Hiiiiiiii!!! Your the bitch who punched me in the face earlier. Nice to meet you again!

Y/N: GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!

You said going through the drawer and used pepper spray to the jester as he groans in pains causing him to fall on the floor as you run out of the room down the stairs and attempt to open the doors but they wouldn't budge even if you used your leg. You yelled in agony and went to use a crow bar. You heard a pair of long heels down the stars cussing a storm as you hide behind the couch.

Zander: Ugh… that fucking bitch… I just had my face done a few hours ago… you know how long this takes! Especially when I'm in my casinos!?

The jester look around the place and decided to hop around making it like a game, then he purposely throws, break, and slam your objects and even glass. It was one way to get your attention then he tapped you on the shoulder.

Zander: Found ya!

WHAM!!!!!!

You used the frying pan to whack the jester in the face causing him to see stars. You back away as he slowly gets up, Crack his neck as he moves to you and throws the frying pan and used his gloved hand pressing against your neck.

Zander: I'm losing my patience for a bitch like you. So I'm going to make this perfectly clear, were just gonna talk and no more killing this jester got it?

Y/N: ( Coughs) Yes…

Zander: Good~

The different shades of green and glamor gold jester finally released his grip on you as you get up and slapped him but he tugged on your cleavage a little causing you to turn pink a little.

Y/N: UGH!!! Okay i know you've been following me, and you might have an interest in fooling around with humans, and maybe for some reason do I owe you or someone from the depth of hell something? Now don't ask why I know in most story plots someone owes some weird looking demon such as yourself money or a deed.

You said looking at your fingers getting to the point as the jester jaw drop a little since half of the points you made were correct. However he then chuckles and press his hand on the wall as you cross your arms around your chest definitely not interested what this jester was going to say next.

Zander: You kind of reminds of an certain that works for me but with no choice. He always cussing me out, I greet him he does something behind my back but it's fun to tease him back. He soooooo wants me like all the others.

Y/N: Get to the point jester…

Zander: Names Zander doll~ Zander a jester one of a kind and I work in the lust ring where all the casinos are located and I owe all of them. I'm the son of Mammon hell's Biggest jester boss and he has his very best assistant of his Fizzerolli ~

Y/N: Zander… nice name but you saying I owe something from your or your Dad.

Zander: Mmm hmm and as he son I have to go after whoever owns him cash but I was busy after a Masquerade party I went to I was to different hotels and bang the most host looking imps, overlords in hell what a night

Y/N: Is your pee pee massive or more like a twig?

Zander: That depends ~ You wanna see yourself never done a human before

Y/N: Aww how sweet I'm so flattered ( Sarcasm) but I pass, I don't do rich jester's. So what do I owe

Zander: Hmmph you'll change your mind either way it's not me, you owe my father so much cash. You attended the big night at the casinos and played on a winning streak and you won however most of that money did not belong to you. Half of it belongs to my dad.

Y/N: How is that fair, all that money is mine, I won it fair and square!

Zander: I understand but in hell there are certain rules when it comes to casinos you enter

Y/N: In the human world!?

Zander: Yes we were all wearing mask and wearing gullible fashion so humans wouldn't recognize us. That night Mammon made millions from the amount of humans who were interested but you were like a fire ball drinking and gambling so much.

Y/N: Had a rough night… and haven't done gambling for a while and I was on a winning streak so i kept going and I won.

Zander: Yeah congrats to you teehee but half of that money belongs to my Dad so what's it going to be human?

You didn't know what to as he held out his hand wearing golding rings in each one as this jester was leaning a little with a smirk you felt digested and couldn't believe that the went to a casino that was from hell but in your world. You look down and went forward to Zander and tugged on his red tie looking him deadly in the eye.

Y/N: I'll do the deed but let me get one thing straight ~ I am your nightmare, if you think I'm going to fall for you, better think again, you think I'm going change not in my world, YOU'RE THE PUPPET IN STRINGS! AND I'M THE MASTER~

Zander: Is weird to say that I have a boner right now…?

Y/N: HUH!?

Zander grabs your hand as both of you step into a portal that leads to Mammon's lair and you were holding the amount of cash you owe. You didn't want Zander to join you but you had no choice. The two of you enter the circus looking manison there were buckets of fried chicken on the floor, popcorn machine uncontrollable, fizzy lady bots bringing more items from fridge then the two of you open the door. Both of you see Mammon watching TV and he turned the other way to see his son Zander

Mammon: Zandy!!!!! My boi how you doing mate!?

Zander felt his how body being crushed and covered in chicken oil the way Mammon was hugging him so tightly as he gets out using his green handkerchief to clean the grease off, Zander hates where there were food stains on his outfit especially on the gold.

Zander: Good to see you Dad

Mammon: And golly a human!? Is this the one who owns me my money

Zander: It sure is and I brought you her here so she can pay what she has done.

Mammon: So human ( Munched on turkey leg this time ) Ya like my casino

Y/N: It's very… tempted

Mammon: So you went in a played yeah?

Y/N: Yes and I was on a winning so half of that money is yours, is for any one who was at the casino like me?

Mammon: Yeah same shit, but no one didn't win except you I made it fucking hard for people to not grab a hold of my money. I work everyday for this money and all thanks to me and my promotions and look at the size of my junk.

Y/N: OKAY, OKAY, ALRIGHT! I get it. How much to I owe?

Mammon throws his turkey leg a side and lands on Zander's hair as he steams a little. Mammon uses a calculator and looking at the amount of the casino bills and tally everything up.

Mammon: One Million

Y/N: ONE MILLION BUT I'LL ONLY GET 100 if I give you that.

Mammon: Exactly~ You humans work on you sad depressing looking ass jobs, while I collect what I earn

Y/N: Fuck it take the money…

You threw the huge money bag to Mammon and look back with your hands balled into a fits.

Y/N: You know what… maybe you can use that money for this gorgeous household of yours.

Mammon: Bitch I'm stinking rich, I can get what I want just a few things a touch ups.

Zander: Dad what is she doing?

Mammon: Ah she's just gonan… WHAT THE FUCK!?

You went in the fridge, found a bat and started to rip, munch, throws any type of food all over the place then you went inside the fridge, took out the pieces and wires like a manic, next you went to smash dishes, tables, spray paint the walls and use a sledgehammer you found at the basement and damage each wall and then smashed the TV. Zander was completely shocked what you just did as Mammon looked back angry and snapped his fingers, a punch of robot client guards appear with weapons.

Y/N: Oh shit….

Zander: Dad?

Mammon: I was going to give you Y/N as a thank you but SHE FUCKED UP MY FRIDGE AND MY PLACE. I could just buy a new one and fix this place but I WANT HER DEAD!

Zander: Arrange marriage Dad!? Listen I'm single and the people I see I prefer to bang before I get into a relationship.

Mammon: Zandy ya need to be happy one day, my love is money and your is casinos but you could perhaps share with someone else but the money that's all fucking mine

Zander: Dad she's gone?

Mammon: WHY ARE YOU FUCKING LOOKING AT ME ZANDY!? GET HER!

Zander: FINE! Ugh he's always a mood killer.

You were running for you life as the robots were all over the place back and forth they threw knives, nails, and even grenades wow Mammon most really hate you. You hide underneath the trash waiting for the bots to clear then you felt a tug on your arm running with you it was Zander!? What was he doing here I thought he hated you.

Y/N: WHY ARE YOU HERE?

Zander: To rescue you dumbass!

Y/N: I thought you hated me?

Zander: I did but I gotta admit you have style and the way you trash my Dad's place was pretty epic! Kind of tired of my Dad's shit

Y/N: Mmmm Daddy issues?

Zander: Shut up!

Y/N: Ohh and I thought you were the sly one ~

The two of you bicker but see the robots come back throwing grenades and shooting Zander protects you as he extends his legs and pulls out his shiny golden guns to shoot back. Damn he's that rich anything gold probably suits him and green then you put the puzzle pieces oh green money and yellow gold. Like his Dad that makes alot sense. Just for you know it a big explosion erupts as You held onto Zander's arm both of you flee away from town. Mammon was going to be pissed but probably not for long since he'll have his hands on his money he got from you.

Y/N: I can't believe we got out alive

Zander: Yeah, I know, you were suppose to die not me

Y/N: Talk about the jester saving me because I have a certain " style and spark in me"

Zander: I wasn't wrong you do

You grab onto Zander's hand as he squeeze yours a little, the two of you look at each other's eyes your f/c eyes sparkle with his Cashion chip eyes staring upon your the next you know it both of your bodies were getting close and closer.

Hours Later

Y/N: Okay things I'm going to regret… I went to a casino from hell, trash the big jester boss mansion, almost got killer by robots and I slept with Mammon's son…..

You were flushed using the bed sheets to cover yourself as you turn to see Zander sleepy like a baby and a few cigarettes on the counter. You didn't know that he was half succubus no wonder people couldn't keep his hands off him.

Y/N: Just a one night stand nothing more

Zander: ( Snores) That's not how it after you

Y/N: ALRIGHT SHUT UP!!!!!!

End

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