#Helluva Boss Mamozzie

[my-dark-lord]

Mammon: I’m not stupid, you know. Ozzie: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!

[god-is-lust-for-everything]

Mammon: You might not know this, Ozzie, but I am a flawed person. Ozzie: I do know that.

[gimme-a-thrust]

Mammon: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Ozzie: This is a lie. Ozzie: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie. Ozzie: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

[writteninsunshine]

We've All Been Dead For Years - Mammon/Asmodeus - SFWish

Title: We’ve All Been Dead For Years

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House

Pairing: Mammon/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Mammon, Asmodeus | Ozzie

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1319

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Request #4 On Gimme-A-Thrust

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Fizzarolli/Asmodeus Mention, Fizzarolli Mention, Medical, Surgery, Drugs, Drug Use, Medical Drug Use, Mammon is loopy as shit, This might be some kind of tooth removal

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: Did he really expect that to work?

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Requests are still open, and I’m really enjoying working on these. They will likely be posted out of order as I finish them because some of them are longer than others, it depends where the muse takes me. I’ve been having a lot of fun working on them, though, these are a lot of fun. Getting outside input is always fun!

My friend Sol edited this for me, and I owe the lack of typos to them! Their help was greatly appreciated and I’m so happy to be able to post this today!

SMALL NOTE: Since I like the royalty all being some level of avian/flying thing, Mammon’s design is based on a mixture between the Moluccan Cockatoo and a Red-Tailed Black Cockatoo. His design will be done by my husband eventually, and if he allows me to, I might include it in a fic if people want to see it. If not I can link to wherever he posts it in a fic.

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We’ve All Been Dead For Years

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“You’re so… So damn purdy.” Mammon cooed, reaching up with one clawed hand. Ozzie blinked down at him, his head tilting slightly as he watched the other waving his arm stiffly. At least something was stiff because, for the most part, the other sin was a limp noodle. Usually, he didn’t talk like that, either, and it was oddly amusing watching him swipe at the air with his tongue poking out from between his lips. For a second, he almost looked like Fizzarolli, except his tongue was thick and rounded instead of thin and forked.

“Yeah?” Ozzie couldn’t help but snort, shaking his head, “How high are you?”

“How high do you wan’ me t’be?” The elder Sin grinned, nuzzling his cheek into Ozzie’s chest. His arm finally fell back against his own chest and stomach and he whined, “Oooooooooow…”

“...That hurt, Baby?” Ozzie asked absently as he carried the other towards his room. When Mammon had asked him to look after him the night of his ‘minor surgery,’ Ozzie hadn’t thought much of it. But this? This was comedic gold. Too bad that Fizzarolli had had to work that night. They were both at a bit of a loss without one another, but Ozzie would survive in the other King’s company. Whether Fizzarolli could survive without him was a question he didn’t want to think about.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwhat?” Green eyes were wide as the smaller Sin took in Ozzie’s face, his lips parted and eyes wide in awe. Really, this gargantuan, beautiful creature was very rapidly turning his brain to mush, as if it wasn’t already. Arguably, it was probably pretty close. Ozzie didn’t even know what Mammon had had done, just that he’d had to be put out for it. 

I’m sensitive to anesthesia and pain meds, so I need you to make sure I don’t choke to death on my own tongue.

Apparently, he just wanted to have the excuse to shamelessly gawk at him. It wasn’t like Asmodeus really minded, though, humming a little as he took the three steps to the first landing, then the three that would take him to his room. The song in question rumbled through his chest, and Mammon flattened himself against the other’s body, purring loudly despite how stunted it sounded. He really must have been out of it. 

His wings rustled behind him, one on either side of the arm pillowing his back, wrapped around his own shoulders. Tail snapping near the other’s knees, Mammon thought for a few seconds before trying to reach up again. This time, he drug his claws over the King of Lust’s neck, collar bone, and finally down his shirt, tearing it some.

“Hey!” Asmodeus snapped, narrowing his eyes with a firm frown, “Don’t do that.”

But Mammon didn’t seem to have anything else on his mind at the moment, but when he opened his mouth next, what came out didn’t fit the conversation, if it could be called one.

“Do you have a name?” He asked distractedly, his fingers curling more into the already ruined silk shirt he’d decided to shred to ribbons, “Or can I call you mine?”

Ozzie just about choked on his laughter, a squawk leaving him that had the other’s crest lifting, the black giving way to green feathers beneath it. Whatever that sound was seemed like it was meant to join Ozzie’s cry of amusement, but all it did was confuse him.

“I… Baby, do you even know your name?” He finally asked as he entered his bedroom, pausing for a moment as he glanced between his bed and the doorway at the far right of his room. In that smaller room, notably where he kept all of his sex toys and the RoboFizzes that he owned, was a staircase that lead up to a bedroom made for the larger demons that stayed with him on occasion. He considered, for a moment, that Mammon might trip and snap his neck if he put him up there by himself.

“Uhhhh, yeah,” Mammon scoffed, rolling his glowing eyes, “It’s mine.”

Well, that didn’t sound entirely wrong, but Ozzie didn’t believe him.

“Then what’s your name?”

“...Baby?” Well, it was no wonder he might think that. It wasn’t like Ozzie had been calling him anything else.

“Nope, try again.”

“Uhhhhhhhhh…” Furrowing his brow as he was brought to Ozzie’s canopy bed, he yelped only when Ozzie nearly crushed him into the mattress to lay them both down. Caging Mammon in, he purred softly, gentle clucks leaving him in hopes that the other would calm down before he freaked out. After all, he didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of a panicked King of Hell.

“Nope, it’s not ‘Uhhhhhhhhh.’ Do you need a hint?” Ozzie asked finally, settling down half on top of the other Sin, petting his feathers back down as he regarded him with a softer look in his eyes. Once they were smoothed out, he pulled the other into his chest and purred for him, clucking in soft, slow intervals.

“Naaaaaah, I got this.” Mammon nodded in a way that he thought was emphatic, but Ozzie would have told you it was lethargic at best. Belphegor would have been proud if he could have seen the slothful exhibition before him right now, “Mommy.”

Another squawk of a laugh had Ozzie finally just letting it happen, a deep rumble of joy in his chest.

“Nah, you always got mad at me for calling you Mammy when we were younger, you know. Kept saying ‘I’m not your mom.’” Finally, he took pity on him, pressing his beak to the other’s forehead, “Shh, it’s Mammon.”

“So I can call you Mammon.”

“...I don’t think that’s how that line’s supposed to go.” But Ozzie was amused, at least. Usually, Fizzarolli was his silly little guy, but just this once he’d let Mammon steal the spotlight. After all, it was about time that Ozzie let him have an inch, and he was too high right now to run with it further than a few feet. Nuzzling his face against the other’s neck, he nipped at the skin there gently, “But sure. Tonight, I’ll be yours. Tomorrow morning you have to share me again.”

“Share…?” Brows furrowing, the elder Sin finally just closed his eyes and sighed when Ozzie didn’t seem willing to elaborate. It took him several minutes to speak again, and when he did, his eyes popped open wide. Ozzie had started to drift in and out of a light sleep, only to lift his head again when the other suddenly spoke, “So… Do you have a name?”

Stifling another laugh behind his hand, Ozzie nodded, cradling Mammon tighter against his chest so he didn’t see the way Ozzie’s face was moving. It definitely looked mocking, he was sure, because he couldn’t help himself. If only he had a camera handy.

“Just call me Ozzie, Baby.”

“Gotcha, Ozzie Baby,” Mammon replied coolly, happy to allow himself to be practically nested against the larger demon. If only he knew just how typical that was of him to call the younger Sin that… In fact, Ozzie was willing to bet that was why he’d started calling Fizzarolli Olli Baby. It just was just a term of endearment to him that it had been more than natural.

“Can you just try and nap for me?” While he’d meant to sound exasperated, his tone belied the clear joy he was getting from all of this, “I’ll lay with you, we can just try and rest this off.”

“Mmmhm…” It took less than a minute of a perfectly pitched purr and humming on Ozzie’s part before Mammon fell into a dreamy sleep, Ozzie filling his waking and sleeping mind just the same. That wasn’t unusual, not really, but he didn’t usually have these dreams with the man himself right there.

Maybe he needed to remedy that.

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AN: This one was a lot of fun, actually. It’s based on a list of bad pick-up lines, and I couldn’t get over how much fun this one sounded like it would be. Turns out I was right, too! Ended up being a lot of fun, and I would love to take more of these.

Prompt: Request #4 On Gimme-A-Thrust: “Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?”

[my-dark-lord]

Ozzie: *sucking on a popsicle* Fizzarolli: Pfft, you practicing for when Mammon gets here? Ozzie: *takes a huge ass bite out of the popsicle* Fizzarolli: *Concern*

[my-dark-lord]

Mammon, reaching for Ozzie: Ozziiiiie, don't be mad at meeee! Ozzie, recoiling: Get your slut hands away from me!

[gimme-a-thrust]

Mammon: What do I get? Ozzie: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death. Mammon: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one. Ozzie: It won't be you. Mammon: I'll get my coat.

[gimme-a-thrust]

Fizzarolli: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Mammon: Actually, Ozzie is my favourite. Fizzarolli: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

[gimme-a-thrust]

Mammon: Ozzie has discovered "deez nuts" jokes and it's all he says now. Everything is deez nuts. He simply can't stop. Mammon: I asked Ozzie where he learned that joke. He made me promise he wouldn't get in trouble if he told me. I agreed. Mammon: So he leaned in and whispered, "deez nuts."

[gimme-a-thrust]

Mammon: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Ozzie: But did I make you cry? Mammon: *cries on the spot* Ozzie: ...Shit.

[gimme-a-thrust]

*Ozzie and Mammon looking at a locked gate into a park* Ozzie: Aw. :( Mammon: You know what they say. Ozzie: Please don’t- Mammon: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate* Ozzie: Fuck-

[gimme-a-thrust]

Ozzie: There. How do I look? Mammon: Like a cheap French harlot. Ozzie: French?!

[gimme-a-thrust]

Ozzie: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along? Mammon: What did you just say- Ozzie: Foetons! *Laughs* Mammon: Wh-what?

[gimme-a-thrust]

Mammon: So I got this amazing plan! Ozzie: We fail almost every time you say that. Mammon: Well this is the same! But with a hamster involved.

[writteninsunshine]

At First Sight - Mammon/Asmodeus, Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - SFWish

Title: At First Sight

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Loo Loo Land

Pairing: Mammon/Asmodeus | Ozzie, Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Asmodeus | Ozzie, Mammon, Fizzarolli

Genre: Humor/Romance/Erotic

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1861

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 1 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Preslash, Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Sexual Situations, Alcohol Mention, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Obsession

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.

Summary: From the second they locked eyes, it was over.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

So, I ended up finding this on day three, so I was just going to go back and work on days one and two, and I added seven to the list. There was some stuff happening on day seven that prevented me from finishing it. I plan on doing that for any of them that I miss, even if it’s after day thirty. But!! This one really got my attention and it’s probably why I managed to get it finished. I got it finished on the ninth, but I dunno when I’ll get it edited and posted, yet.

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Fic Masterlist

At First Sight

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Fizzarolli had always thought that Mammon was big. He easily dwarfed the imp, exactly one torso of Fizzarolli’s taller, and he’d always figured that that would be the end of it, really. There couldn’t have been a demon larger than Mammon, and he was perfectly content in that knowledge. A large demon was just a large demon, royalty was royalty, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

The second he laid eyes on Asmodeus, the King of Lust himself, his jaw dropped straight through the dirt into the next layer down. Gulping a little, he started with the realization that he came up to the top of the other demon’s boots, and his breath stuttered in his throat. The Alpha didn’t hear a single thing that Mammon or Ozzie were saying to him and barely noticed when both of them had stopped to stare at his gawking. 

“Do you need a few minutes or a bj, Baby?” Ozzie offered casually, earning a little growl out of Mammon.

“Do not fuck the clown. Absolutely no clown fuckery in my motherfucking park.” Mammon snarled, pointing up at Ozzie. Even he didn’t go past Ozzie’s lower ribs, and Fizz kept looking between them, and then looked back up at Ozzie with a gobsmacked, aroused expression. He was seconds away from barking, and the King of Greed was seconds away from smacking him for it. Or, maybe, he needed to blast him with the hose.

“Fine, fine, whatever,” Ozzie waved his hand, batting away the other’s anger as he sighed, rolling his eyes up, “Baby, you gotta be able to do a show for me. Mams is commissioning a sexless fuckbot and I gotta see how you move.”

“W-wait, what?” Suddenly shooting a look up at Mammon, his brows drawn and eyes sad, lips pulled down in an open-mouthed frown, “You’re replacing me?”

“Robots don’t need a paycheck. Sorry, kid. No hard feelings.” That grandiose, too toothy grin told him that there were definitely hard feelings that suddenly appeared when his rubbernecking became obvious, “You’re pretty popular but you expect to be treated fairly.” And Mammon was even less invested in that, watching the covetous way he stared at what was Mammon’s property. Ozzie would definitely argue with him on that one, but it was what it was. Mammon had him in his park, which made the other sin his.

“I– But–” He almost looked like he was going to cry. Ozzie, for what it was worth, only raised an eyebrow. Naturally, Mammon was going to cheap out, even if he’d drop a fat load of cash into Ozzie’s bank account first; It would only be a one-time transaction. Ozzie had been at the forefront of Mammon cheaping out and choosing to use Ozzie’s talents instead of his own money for things, so he felt for the dejected imp.

“Oh, shut it.” Mammon rolled his green eyes, shaking his head, “If you start crying about this Ozz is gonna skip town and the whole thing’s going in the shitter. Come on, kid, it’s not that bad. You’re a real draw to the park, it shouldn’t be that hard to get a new job.”

Fizzarolli’s eyes fell and he held a firm frown on his lips, and he just nodded silently. He was used to this kind of thing, being bought and sold, being treated like property. Ozzie rose a brow, glancing from the imp to his fellow sin, before rolling his eyes and huffing.

“You didn’t even tell him first? You’re such a fucking chode sometimes.” Ozzie finally bent forward, making an attempt at getting Fizzarolli’s attention by lifting his chin with a single finger. The jester rose his eyes more than the rest of his head, and Ozzie clucked at him a few times. For some reason, it seemed to perk him up, even if his eyes were still ready to spill, “Now, now, Baby, it’s okay. Mams is an absolute fuckwagon but he can’t fire you until the robot’s ready.”

Like that made him feel any better.

“...He’s right.” Mammon replied with a sigh, “So you have a job until it’s ready. I’d start looking.”

“You want to fuck off?” Ozzie finally asked, his expressions flat as he gazed at the tent behind Fizzarolli, the deflated clown in front of him only aggravating him further. It was no secret that he’d dropped the news so cruelly because he was being a possessive asshole, and the continued gum-baring grins and clear favoritism was pissing him off.

“Aww, Ozzie Baby, what’s wrong?” Mammon simpered as if Ozzie was a child that had dropped his ice cream down his shirt and it was such a shame, “You worried he’ll have performance anxiety, now?”

“Yeah, actually.” Ozzie snapped, narrowing his eyes at the other King, earning a slightly shyer smile, an attempt at looking sheepish that didn’t fit properly on his face, “He’s gonna need to chill out first, or neither of us are going to get shit done. So? Fuck. Off.”

“I– Okay, okay. I’ll see you later, my place?” The hopeful look on his face didn’t melt Ozzie outwardly, but his voice sounded a little calmer when he spoke.

“Yeah, I'll meet you at the shit museum.” A little smile cracked both of the spectral heads on his shoulders and Mammon took that as his best shot to keep Ozzie in the Ring after he was done with Fizzarolli. With a teasingly long kiss, Mammon turned and headed deeper into the park, likely towards the office he kept further back on the grounds.

“Is... Is he always like this?” Fizzarolli moaned, dragging his hands over his face as he tried not to cry. It was harder than he liked to admit to.

“Pretty much. You aren’t the only one that gets the shit stick when it comes to him deciding something will cut costs. He has plenty of money, more than enough, but he hates letting go of anything at all ever. He still has a bunch of lollipop wrappers because they’re ‘special to him.’” Ozzie informed, still on his knees with his ass in the air. The sentimentality that went into Mammon’s obscene amount of collections was something Ozzie wasn’t really fond of, but he never mentioned it. It wasn’t worth the fight that would ensue. 

One hand pressed into the dirt, and the other lifted Fizzarolli’s head once more to look at him, “You aren’t in the mood for performing, are you?” 

“Nuh-uh.” And Ozzie couldn’t really blame him. Mammon was being a possessive, infected bag of dicks, and he knew that he was. It was a miracle and a half that he hadn’t started putting his hands on him, because the King of Greed had a tendency to want to show off his temporary possession. Ozzie almost wished the park sold alcohol because he had a feeling he was going to need it later.

“...You good at your job?” Ozzie finally asked, and Fizzarolli’s head tilted but he finally pulled his chin from the other’s finger. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to, and the light, almost unnoticeable purring had told Ozzie as much. It wasn’t like anyone disliked it when he touched them, though, because just his touch alone felt almost divine.

“Yeah! I love my job. Performing is something I’ve kind of always done.” Ever since he’d been a baby, he’d been expected to put on a show, and he did so without hesitation. His job was his life, and he was used to employers that pressured him into working even when he didn’t think he could. And now it was expected of him to be forced to do that until the robot took his job from him, too, and he wasn’t really looking forward to it. This would probably take his home from him, too, because he’d been staying behind the stage.

“I’m a performer, too, you know.” Tapping his lip with his finger, Ozzie finally grinned, all three heads finding obvious pleasure in this, “Impress me, and you’ll have a job. I’ve got a spot to fill at Ozzie’s, and if you’re good, you can have it.” Plus, Mammon would then have to deal with what that meant to him.

“I… Don’t think I’d make  a good stripper.” Fizzarolli’s eyebrows drew in and down, and he glanced away again until he heard a deep, rumbling laugh from the elder demon. Watching him sink back, his ass on his ankles, Fizz rubbed one arm and bit his lip, “What?”

“I don’t need any more strippers. The time it takes to train them if they aren’t from the Lust Ring is ridiculous and I need to fill this spot as soon as I can. I need an emcee.”

That had the imp perking up a little and a smile bloomed on his face.

“That I can do! I love telling jokes and talking to people. It’s one of my favorite things.” He loved the limelight and being the center of attention.

“Good,” Spreading his knees and lifting himself onto his feet with a few movements from his hips that had Fizzarolli’s attention glued to them, Ozzie gestured to the circus tent, “How about you put on a show for me, then? I need to start these sketches. The sooner I get this robot done, the sooner you’ll work full time for me.”

Turning to look over his shoulder at the tent, Fizzarolli paused and glanced it up and down as if sizing up something he thought might try to eat him. After a moment, he finally nodded, that pretty smile and those sharp teeth meeting Ozzie’s seductively smiling face. There was something there that had Ozzie’s interest, and he had to try and keep it off his face.

“Yeah, okay! Let’s do it.”

Perhaps the funniest part about this was watching Ozzie stoop and almost crawl into the tent before heading into the back and sitting down. He was much too tall to be back there or in the front, and Fizzarolli had to keep from chuckling as he made his way onto the stage. Ozzie pulled his sketchbook and pencil from the bag Fizzarolli hadn’t even noticed he’d been carrying, starting off with a few sketches of the slim imp from memory.

It was going to be a long day if the number of shows he’d have to sit through to get an idea of Fizzarolli’s range of motion was going to add up like this. The park didn’t close until ten, which meant that every other half hour for the next eight hours would be spent getting the Loo Loo Land theme song stuck in his head. He was also going to be missing work, which meant that Brick would have to handle the club with Nikiva and Chastity. At least they could be trusted to run the show. He’d trust all three of them with his life, even if Chastity would need help. That woman was sweet as sugar and only half as intelligent.

For now, he had to focus on the oddly charming little guy on stage, how he moved and sang, and try to avoid the growing lust he had for a demon that was that flexible.

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AN: This actually turned out a lot longer than I expected, but I’m pretty happy with it! How many times am I going to write a ‘how they met’ fic?? I have at least seven going, now. Most are chapter fics, though, while this one is just going to maybe end here.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 1  - First Meeting

[gimme-a-thrust]

FANFIC PREVIEWS: Somebody's Coming And We're Dead If We're Found (Don't Make A Sound)

So, I'm working on a Prefall smut fic with Mammon/Ozzie, and I really can't help wanting to share some of it.

CW: NSFW, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse Dynamics, Alpha!Mammon, Breeder Beta!Ozzie, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Copious Amounts Of Cum

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Deciding instead to pull back to the head and slam down hard and fast, he hit the spot for both of them and they screamed together as they came. Something thick popped inside of him, locking them together, but Mammon didn't have the head to question it right now. Dazed and floaty, he couldn't even open his eyes as Ozzie leaned down to kiss him, spreading the taste of their precum and slick between them. 

"Fu-fucking good, Mams..." He murmured against his mouth, rolling his hips a few times to keep milking him out.

"Y-yeah-- Ozz?"

"Yeah?"

"I... Can't get out."

Ozzie sat up a little finally, showing off the thick knot at the base of his own dick. Mammon was a damn mess, and he didn't even care.

"You uh... Feels like you got one of these. I've decided to call them knots. Lu said I can name this stuff since it seems to be mine."

"Knots, huh? What's it do?"

"Holds us together for a while... Gives you time to try and pup me."

"P-pup?" Did Ozzie want his pups?