#helluva boss tickle fic

[veryblushyswitch]

This is so adorable 🥺💖

Making Things Right

Summary: Two weeks after the trial, Stolas is still in Blitz’ home, wasting away. Blitz feels shitty and undeserving for what Stolas sacrificed for him. The least he could do is try to make Stolas feel a little bit better.

Author’s Notes: This came outta NOWHERE. But I needed to get this out of my system because it was all I could think about, and Mastermind made me sad. :( They deserve to be happy. I think after all that happened, and now that they’re on the same level, that they can repair what they broke.

I might have been somewhat inspired by this artwork to make this, even unconsciously. It wasn’t my intent, but it happened. Hoping Blitz and Stolas don’t sound OOC because I’ve never written for them before. I feel like after the recent episodes that Blitz would be more soft and considerate of what he’s saying. My first Helluva Boss fic too!!

Words: ~1,400 | AO3 Link

It had been two weeks since the trial of breaking demon law was cast across every TV in Hell. Blitz was ready to sacrifice his life for his cause, and so that his family and friends - Loona, Moxxie and Millie - weren't harmed for just doing their jobs. 

What he didn't expect was for Stolas to magically appear at the trial, and for him to throw everything away instead. 

Blitz couldn't lie; he was extremely grateful that Stolas did this for him. Stolas took all of the blame, and even if it angered him that Stolas took the brute force of it, at least Blitz still had his head. Albeit, he was feeling extremely shitty about the whole ordeal. 

But Stolas lost everything. His power, his family, his status. Blitz wasn't even sure if Stolas had the heart to contact Octavia after all of this. He had hardly heard him spoke in general across these past two weeks, which broke his heart. 

He felt awful about all of this. Sure, giving the imp race new-found power was nice, he supposed. Everytime he went outside over the past couple days, fellow imps cheered for him, stopping him to congratulate him everywhere he went. And he got a whole lot more business now. He wasn't used to it. But, it didn't feel great to know this was only coming about after Stolas sacrificed himself. 

Blitz returned home with a few paper bags full of groceries wrapped up in his arms, only just managing to shove his key in the door and twisting it to open the lock. He kicked the door open with his foot, bumping it closed with his hip as he stepped into his apartment. 

“Stolas, I'm back.” Blitz spoke aloud, though he knew Stolas wouldn't answer. He could see Stolas’ legs hanging off the edge of the couch, as it was much too small for him. Blitz didn't even see Stolas shift upon his arrival. 

Blitz paced to the kitchen, setting the bags on the countertop and stepping over to the couch where Stolas laid. He placed his hand on the top of the couch as he gazed down.

Stolas was wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito, eyes open as he watched the TV. Was he even really ‘watching’ it? Or just staring at it? Blitz frowned at the sight before him. He made his way to the front of the couch, sitting on it near Stolas’ legs.

“…” Stolas didn’t react to Blitz’s presence. Didn’t even shift.

“…I feel so fucking awful that all of this happened to you, Stolas,” Blitz let out a breath he was holding. “And I’m sorry for all the shit that happened that got you into this mess.”

Stolas finally shifted, acknowledging the imp’s presence by snaking his hand out of the safety of the blanket, weakly holding it out. Blitz took Stolas’ hand in his own, giving it a squeeze.

“But I wanna make it right. We need to make it right. Let everyone know that pompous shithead of a bird orchestrated all of this.”

Stolas gently moved himself so he was sitting more upright, his eyes finally looking at Blitz. His eyes were distant. Unfocused. Foggy.

“I’m so, so grateful you did this for me, Stolas. And I don’t even deserve it after everything I’ve put you through. I’ll probably be spending the rest of my life paying you back. I didn’t deserve your generosity, your kindness. Your love. I’ve been the worst fucking person to you, and I regret it. I’m the lowest of the low. But, I wanna make this right. If you’ll let me.” He let his emotions pour out through his words, his voice wavering.

The owl had tears in his eyes, threatening to fall down his cheeks. He sniffled. “Thank you… so much, Blitz…” Stolas’ voice was quiet. “I’m glad I have at least someone on my side…”

Blitz reached his hands out, cupping Stolas’ face and wiping his tears away with his thumbs. “Anything to undo the mistakes I’ve made. And to make you smile again.”

The owl’s heart swelled as the imp spoke. He was being genuine, for the first time. Stolas gave Blitz a small smile, the first one in quite a while even before this whole ordeal. But Blitz wasn’t satisfied with how small it was.

“C’monnnn, you can totally fucking do better than that.” The imp teased the owl, grinning.

“That’s all I can really muster right now… really…” his face leaned into Blitz’s warm hands. 

Blitz’s grin only grew wider, the cogs in his brain turning. He had an idea. “Well, why don’t I help ya out?” Blitz’s hands left Stolas’ face in search of the blanket wrapped around Stolas’s body, digging around for an opening.

Stolas’ eyes widened in alarm, knowing exactly what he was up to. “Wait, r-really Blitz, you don’t need to dO THIS—!”

The owl let out a yelp and immediately bit his lip as the imp managed to find his ribs through the blankets and feathers. Blitz’s ready hands latched on and started squeezing them as Stolas gawked, but was able to silence himself. He grabbed onto Blitz’ wrists, squirming about as Blitz tickled him.

Blitz chuckled as he continued, his fingers rummaging through Stolas’ soft feathers. “You might as well let it all out. I know you need this right now.” 

Stolas shook his head in denial, laughter threatening to bubble out from his throat. 

“Well, suit yourself.” 

Blitz started to tickle whenever he could reach - under his arms, counting his ribs, wiggling along his sides, scratching at his belly. He was surprised Stolas could last this long without exploding, though he looked close. Stolas’ face was as red as Blitz’s skin at this point.

Blitz stopped for a moment, Stolas quickly took in greedy breaths. “Satan Christ, there must be somewhere that’ll break you,” his eyes darted around Stolas’ body for more ideas. When Blitz turned his body around to face the lower half of Stolas’ body, the owl started to freak out.

“No no no no, BLITZ, do NOT even TRY!” Stolas begged, raising his voice. Blitz smirked devilishly as he eyed off Stolas’ knees. He leaned over - going for the kill - squeezing just above his kneecaps.

The dam broke, Stolas couldn’t hold it in anymore. He burst out with a mix of laughter and hoots as his body shook. He thrashed about, kicking his legs and bucking his body.

It was hard for Blitz to hang on. He stretched and wrapped his tail around Stolas’ body, both to stabilise himself, and to use his tail to poke into the owl’s sides. Stolas’ laugh just evolved to be more screechy at that. 

“BLITZ!! It’s toohohohoho mUCH! I’m— I’m SMILING! I’M SMIHIHIHILING!! OKAHAHA?!” Stolas laughed himself silly, new tears forming in his eyes. Mirthful tears.

The imp turned his head to look at the owl’s face, laughing himself as he slowly ceased to a stop on his totally unwarranted assault. He stopped squeezing his knees and poking him, shifting himself around with a wide smile on his own face. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? Lettin’ it all out?”

“I suppose it— hehehe, wasn’t… awful… hahaha…” Stolas admitted as he breathed out, residual giggles escaping him. He reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes, the stretched smile still lingering on his face. “Ahaha… t-thank you, Blitz…”

“Anytime,” Blitz chuckled with a smirk as he got up from the couch with renewed vigour. “How about I make you somethin’ to eat? Probably tired after all that. Wanna help?” He stretched his hand out in offering.

Stolas wiped the remainder of the tears from his eyes, nodding as he accepted his hand in his. “I’m afraid I’m not the best cook - all I can really make is a bowl of cereal.”

“Eh, I’m shit at it too. I usually get Loonie to make food. She’s a lot fucking better than me at it. I nearly lit the apartment on fire once.”

Stolas let out a giggle as he was led by the hand to the kitchen.

Finally, a step in the right direction.

[starlightrosa]

Ozzie's Wake-Up Call

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

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

Word Count: 1.3k

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

Enjoy!

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEE-!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rise and shine, Ozzie~!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ST-STOHOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End!

[xxtheophilusxx]

A Little Mischief in the Palace

Summary: In this light-hearted story, Blitzo brings some unexpected fun to Stolas’s hectic day with a playful prank. Amidst laughter and mischief, their bond is showcased through a moment of joyful distraction from the usual seriousness of palace life. Warnings: Tickles Word count: 1k

Blitzo, ever the embodiment of mischief and spontaneity, was practically vibrating with excitement as he strode through the opulent halls of the palace. The grandeur of the place, with its elaborate tapestries and gilded accents, did little to dampen his mischievous spirit. Today had been a whirlwind of chaotic events, each more absurd than the last, and Blitzo was in dire need of some playful distraction. As he approached Stolas’s study, he couldn't help but grin at the thought of adding a little fun to the owl demon’s day.

The corridors of the palace were hushed, save for the faint rustling of feathers and the distant sound of a harp being played somewhere. Blitzo's footsteps were light and deliberate as he neared the heavy wooden door to Stolas’s study. The door was adorned with intricate carvings of mythical creatures and celestial motifs, but Blitzo’s attention was solely focused on the potential for mischief within.

With a deft push, Blitzo nudged the door open just enough to slip through. The room beyond was a sanctuary of order and elegance. The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, and the air was tinged with the faint scent of parchment and ink. At the center of the room stood Stolas’s grand oak desk, its surface covered in a sea of paperwork that seemed to stretch endlessly. Stolas himself was hunched over the desk, his beak clacking rhythmically against the quill as he worked diligently.

Blitzo's eyes gleamed with mischief as he watched Stolas, who was completely absorbed in his task. The owl demon’s feathers were slightly ruffled, and his usually pristine appearance was a bit disheveled, a clear sign of the stress he was under. Blitzo couldn’t resist the opportunity to lighten his mood.

He crept closer, his movements almost imperceptible. Stolas’s concentration was so intense that he failed to notice the approaching troublemaker. The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of paper and the soft scratching of Stolas’s quill.

Blitzo hovered just behind Stolas, his fingers poised for action. He waited until Stolas leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms high above his head, which exposed his sides. The moment was perfect. With a grin spreading across his face, Blitzo launched his playful assault.

His fingers danced lightly over Stolas’s exposed ribs, and the reaction was immediate. Stolas’s body tensed, and a startled laugh burst forth, filling the quiet room with unexpected noise. His wings flapped in a comical attempt to fend off the tickling fingers, and his chair wobbled as he tried to squirm away.

“Blitzo!” Stolas’s voice was a mix of surprise and annoyance, his laughter mingling with his words. “What in the Seven Circles are you doing?”

Blitzo’s laughter was contagious as he continued to tickle Stolas. “Just thought I’d give you a little break from all that paperwork. It seemed like you could use some fun!”

Stolas’s dignified demeanor crumbled under the relentless tickling. His usual grace was replaced by fits of giggles and a desperate attempt to escape. “Hahaha—stop it, Blitzo! You’re impossible!”

Blitzo reveled in the sight of Stolas’s usually composed self unraveling. “Not until I get a proper laugh out of you! You look like you’ve been working too hard. It’s time for a break!”

Stolas’s laughter grew louder, his attempts to maintain his composure failing spectacularly. “Hahaha—alright, alright! You’ve made your point—stop!” he gasped, his voice wavering between giggles and relief.

Blitzo, feeling triumphant, finally relented. He gave Stolas one last gentle tickle, then pulled back with a victorious grin. “Guess I’ll leave you to your paperwork now. But remember, there’s always time for a little fun.”

Stolas took a moment to regain his composure, his cheeks flushed from the laughter. He turned to face Blitzo, his eyes sparkling with a mix of irritation and affection. “You are a constant source of trouble, you know that?”

Blitzo’s grin widened. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Stolas shook his head, his feathers ruffling slightly as he chuckled. “Perhaps. But don’t think for a moment that I won’t find a way to get you back for this.”

Blitzo’s eyes gleamed with playful mischief. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

As Blitzo made his way toward the door, he cast one last glance over his shoulder. “Oh, and by the way, if you need any more breaks, you know where to find me.”

Stolas’s laughter lingered in the air as Blitzo exited the room. The playful encounter had not only lightened the mood but also reminded them both of the strength of their bond. Despite the pressures and formalities that often weighed on them, there was always room for a bit of joy and camaraderie.

Blitzo wandered down the corridor, his mood markedly lifted. He was still chuckling to himself, relishing the satisfaction of having brought a bit of levity to Stolas’s otherwise arduous day. He knew that Stolas would undoubtedly plot his revenge, but that was all part of the fun.

As Blitzo strolled through the palace, he couldn’t help but reflect on the moment. It was these small, spontaneous acts of mischief that kept their relationship vibrant and lively. In the midst of their chaotic lives, it was important to seize moments of joy and remind each other that they were more than just their roles and responsibilities.

Meanwhile, back in the study, Stolas took a deep breath and glanced at the scattered papers on his desk. The weight of his tasks seemed lighter, and his heart felt a little lighter as well. He knew that Blitzo’s antics were a way of showing affection, even if they came with a side of trouble.

Stolas chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he returned to his paperwork. He might not have expected the interruption, but he couldn’t deny that it had been a welcome diversion. And as for Blitzo, well, he knew that his playful partner would always keep him on his toes.

With a renewed sense of energy, Stolas continued his work, his thoughts occasionally drifting back to the playful exchange. It was a reminder that amidst the chaos and formality of palace life, there was always room for a bit of laughter and light-heartedness.

Blitzo, for his part, was already plotting his next adventure, eager for whatever new mischief he could get into. The palace was a place of grandeur and tradition, but it was also a place where joy and camaraderie thrived, thanks in no small part to the mischievous antics of its most irrepressible resident.

And so, in the grand tapestry of palace life, moments like these were the threads of fun and laughter that wove through the fabric of their daily existence, creating a vibrant and ever-evolving story of friendship and affection.

[tobysbliss]

like old times

lee!blitzø, ler!fizzarolli :)

i love them so much i am so glad theyre friends again actually. theyre besties and i love them. this was not proof read so if theres mistakes then OOPS !! (haha u get the reference ? get it ?? cause. cause oops is a helluva boss episode. and its the one where fizz and blitzø made up. haha. yeah)

this fic is intended to be viewed as platonic.

N$FW BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OR MY BLOG!

Blitzø would never admit it aloud, but he couldn’t be happier that him and Fizzarolli are friends again. It felt like a piece of him had gone missing, then found it’s way back to him.

Blitzø decided to have him and the I.M.P team take a day off, allowing them to do as they please for entertainment that day. And for Blitz��, that meant inviting Fizzarolli over.

The jester admittedly was confused, but honestly, so was Blitzø. How was he even supposed to word that message? “Hey, wanna hangout?” It sounded odd to him, at least since it had been, what, 15 years?

Or maybe he was just really, really socially awkward.

He settled for calling Fizz and, very awkwardly, inviting him over with strings of words that just barely made sense; Something Fizz fully intended on teasing Blitzø for later.

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Fizz barged into the door of the I.M.P headquarters, making a strong entrance as always. Blitzø nearly flipped out of his chair.

“You invited me to where you work, really?” Fizz looked around as if unimpressed. “Do you ever leave this place?”

Blitzø blinked. He does, but he lives in a raggedy old apartment, shared with Loona. He invited Fizz over to the I.M.P Headquarters both because he was embarrassed about the apartment, and he didn’t want to disturb Loona.

“Don’t worry about it. Anyway, I just wanted to catch up since it’s been, what, fifteen years now? And the last time we did get to talk about life, we were dealing with a bunch of psycho’s trying to kill us..”

“Oh, so you can explain your reasoning here, but not on the phone, huh?” Fizz smirked, earning an eye-roll from Blitzø.

“Hey, if you came to be a dick, the door’s right behind you,” Blitzø crossed his arms. Fizz only walked further into the room, adjusting the sleeves of his light-pink top as he did so.

The jester moved to circle Blitzø for a moment, “Nope. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me today, Blitzo.”

“The ‘o’ is silent, clown! Do I have to drill a paper with it in writing through your ears in order to get it through your head?” He flicked Fizz's forehead, though the action and his tone showed that he wasn't actually upset. Usually, he would be, but things were different nowadays; He couldn’t find himself to be genuinely upset with the jester.

Fizz laughed. "Nah, I just like messing with you." He bent forward a little to be on Blitzø’s level, only teasing him further. Blitzø poked Fizz in the chest.

"Thin ice, buddy. Thin. Ice." He glared, making direct eye contact with the jester. Fizz only smiled.

"Guess I'll have to tread carefully, huh?" He gently pried Blitzø’s finger away from him.

Blitzø crossed his arms over his chest. Maybe a harmless little joke to get back at Fizz, but what?

Scare him.

Blitzø and Fizz spent about fifteen minutes discussing life, AKA Blitzø was prying into Fizz’s personal life about him and Asmodeus. Then Blitzø spoke.

“I need to grab something from the company van outside, give me a few minutes.” Then he got up and left. Fizz raised an eyebrow as he watched the shorter imp leave.

It was only partially a lie, given what he ‘needed’ wasn’t actually important. However, it was necessary for his little scheme to get back at Fizz.

Once the door to his office was closed, Blitzø ran out of the building to his company’s van. When he got to the vehicle, he started to dig through the mess of trash on the floors and seats. He mumbled something about needing to clean it, or get Moxxie to do it.

Then he grabbed it.

An airhorn.

Fizz had mentioned using an airhorn to startle Asmodeus awake, why not use the same to scare the jester? A taste of his own medicine.. sort of.

Once Blitzø had the airhorn, he ran back into the building. He looked through the window to see inside his office, Fizz wasn’t facing the door. Perfect. He made sure to shake the airhorn before entering.

He opened the door slowly and carefully, making sure to shut it the same way. You couldn’t even hear the click. He tip-toed over to Fizz, then blared the airhorn right behind hip.

Fizz fell out of his seat, and Blitzø fell right next to him, except it was because he was laughing so hard. The jester had fallen out of surprise.

“What the fuck!?” Fizz couldn’t help but crack a smile; He couldn’t be mad, he did the same to Ozzie almost every day. He mumbled, “oh, you son of a bitch..”

Blitzø was too caught up in his own laughter to notice how Fizz had stanced himself.

And then he pounced.

The squeal that came from Blitzø was one Fizz would never, ever forget.

“You think that’s funny, do you? Huh? Fine then, I’ll give you something to laugh about!” The jester exclaimed as he immediately dug his fingers into Blitzø’s sides. The imp immediately started to kick and thrash, loud laughter emitting from him against his own will.

“FIHIHIZZ! Fuck, not THIHIS!” Blitzø grabbed onto Fizz’s robotic hands, but it didn’t do much to stop the jester as he just continued to scribble his fingers along Blitzø’s torso, the killer laughing helplessly beneath him.

“Ah, just like old times, right Blitzø? You’re still so insanely ticklish!” Fizz chimed, switching to vibrate his fingers along Blitzø’s ribs. “This will never get old. Ever.”

Memories of Blitzø’s childhood with Fizz flooded his mind; They almost always had tickle fights in the free time they had growing up. They both loved it, and they were honestly pretty open about liking it to each other.

Only to each other.

“Y’know, I remember you always seemed to love it whenever I’d go riiiiight here..” Fizz trailed his fingers down to Blitzø’s stomach, eliciting high pitched giggles from the shorter imp.

“Fihihihizz!” Blitzø whined, and Fizz couldn’t help but tease further.

“N’aww, still your soft spot, huh? Tickletickletickle!” He briskly scritched and clawed at the skin, simultaneously keeping the touches gentle just to worsen the sensations for Blitzø.

It was then Fizz noticed a soft sound, something hitting the floor. He glanced to the side to see Blitzø’s tail wagging, and he had to pause for a moment to compose himself.

“Aww, Blitzø! You’re tail still wags when I do this!? Fuck, you’re making me regret hating you for fifteen years,” Fizz joked. He moved his hands down a little and drilled his thumbs into the space right above Blitzø’s hip bones, relishing in the shriek that came from the shorter imp.

“FIHIHIZZ!” Blitzø’s hands latched onto Fizz’s wrists, and he started to thrash under the jester.

“Still a bad spot, huh? Guess you’re not so different compared to when we were kids!” Fizz grinned.

Soon, Fizz stopped tormenting Blitzø and sat beside him as he composed himself. It was pretty adorable.

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Blitzø huffed, glaring at Fizz with faux annoyance.

“You know you love it~” Fizz teased, delivering a few pokes to Blitzø’s sides before backing off again. He couldn’t help himself.

They both sat on the floor for the rest of the day, talking about whatever came to mind or messing with each other.

They both really did miss times like these, they missed each other, and both couldn’t be happier that they’d be able to experience it again.

[veryblushyswitch]

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! 😭💖💖💖🦋🦋🦋 Oh my gosh I adore this so much!! They’re so playful! 🥺💖

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

TickleTober 2024 🎃

Day 2: Chase

Switches!Blitzø & Fizzarolli

Word Count: 1.7k

⚠️ Warning for some language & mild spoilers!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do not!” Fizz protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ahahahare ridiculous, Blihihihitzo!”

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

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

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

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

“WHAAAAHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK, BLIHIHIHIHITZ!!?”

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

“F-FUHUHAHAHACK YOUHOOHOOHOO, YOU CLAHAHAHAHOWN!!”

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

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

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, uhhh…truce?”

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

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

“GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUP, BLITZ!!”

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

“NAAAAHEEHEEHEE—NEVER!!”

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

Luckily, they knew just how to intervene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uhh Blitz?”

“Yeah, run.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE END <3

Hope you love this, anon! 🫶🏻

[jettorii]

something different

warnings - vv brief mention of sex and kinks

“oh fuhuhuck..” blitzø gasps, his breath hitching as shaky giggles began echoing throughout the room. the imp’s arms gripping stolas’ jacket, evidently struggling to keep them around the other’s neck as feathered fingers slowly grazed along his waist.

“say that a little louder, wont you, blitzy?” stolas whispers, his voice sending immediate shivers down blitzø’s spine. blitzø thanks fuck that stolas couldnt see his face, because if he did, he would not be able to live it down.

blitzø doesnt remember the last time he’d been this flustered by stolas, especially from gentle tickling like this. hed become so used to the rough, kinky sex the two engaged in to remember what a gentle hug along with tickles felt like.

in fact when stolas suggested the idea of not having sex for their monthly hookups, blitzø was more than confused

but he wasnt complaining at all.

blitzø let out a surprised squeak upon feeling stolas’ feather light touch drift to his ribs, oh so gently scratching which drove him up a wall with high pitched giggles.

needless to say, blitzø was practically melting in stolas’ touch. the words of affirmation along with tickles was enough to make him putty in the other’s arms, something that did not go unnoticed by stolas.

“i find this rather endearing, having you helplessly giggling into my shoulder like the cute little imp you are~” stolas smirks, giving blitzø’s waist a quick squeeze, eliciting another one of those out of character bouts of squeaks.

stolas chuckles himself at blitzø, resorting to firmly rubbing blitzø’s spots now, making the imp let out a sigh of relief. stolas could feel him sinking comfortably in his feathers, then mumbling something which he was unable to hear coherently.

“what was that?” stolas asks, his smile only softening more when hearing what blitzø managed to say through catching his breath.

“..that was better than sex.”

[lopsicle]

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Masterpost

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Intro Post: https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737265950613815296/intro-post

Tickle Fics:

Disclaimer: Some of these were written when I was 13/14 so please brace yourself for some shitty writing down below, I promise some of it is alright.

Wednesday:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764793362465374208/dont-leave)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid is acting extra clingy to Wednesday after Summer Break. Wednesday gives her the attention she craves.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/770861667102916608/a-summers-worth-of-tickles)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Wednesday notices that Enid is acting different to normal and gets to the bottom of her suspicious behaviour, only to use it against her.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/704465805969096704/what-about-enid-with-things-assistance-tickles

Lee! Wednesday, with Ler! Enid and Thing.

Summary: Enid and Thing team up to give Wednesday some much needed tickles.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/705189347592388608/tangled-up)

Lee! Enid, with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid gets tangled in some Christmas decorations she’s putting up. Wednesday decides to mess with her while she’s bound.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/729929283194208256/sweater-stuck)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: Enid becomes stuck in her sweater when she tries to take it off, with her arms over her head. Wednesday takes the opportunity to tickle her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730833083628208128/thanks-for-the-compliance-not)

Lee! Enid with Ler! Wednesday.

Summary: A little out of character Drabble of Wednesday giving Enid some soft, adoring tickles.

The Amazing Digital Circus:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763405324891881472/caines-extravagant-obscure-and-explore)

Summary: Caine forces the circus go-ers into a game of Hide and Seek Obscure and Explore, though the hiders face ticklish consequences once found out.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/738253045613412352/its-not-like-i-dont-like-it)

Summary: After being forced to be with Ragatha for an adventure, Jax discovers a new way of tormenting her.

Scream:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/737901266924109824/the-best-kind-of-arguments)

Lee! Y/N, Ler! Tara.

Summary: After an argument, Tara uses your favourite method of cheering you up.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/733076009679814656/get-off-the-couch)

Switch! Tara, Switch! Sam.

Summary: In an attempt to get her sister to move, Tara tickles Sam and quickly learns the consequences.

The Owl House:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/713518258949636096/thunderstorms)

Lee! Collector, with Ler! Eda.

Summary: After being spooked by both nightmares and thunder, the Collector runs out to Eda, who gives him a nice distraction.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730276545212661760/healing-tickles)

Lee! Emira, with Ler! Viney.

Summary: Emira doesn’t listen to Viney about how to safely ride Puddles. When Viney tries to heal her, she leans that her girlfriend is a lot more sensitive than expected.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730651342056603648/flyer-derby)

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Emerald Entrails.

Summary: Hunter decides to play against the rest of his team in a game of Flyer Derby, with ticklish consequences if he’s caught.

•https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/772141798453903360/the-only-time-i-ever-see-him

Lee! Hunter, with Ler! Willow.

Summary: Hunter wonders around the Noceda house in the night, plagued by hallucinations. Willow finds him and offers a way to cheer him up.

She-Ra and The Princesses Of Power:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765756049708941312/everyone-wears-a-costume)

Lee! Double Trouble, Ler! Glimmer

Summary: With all other interrogation methods failing, Glimmer decides to use something different on Double Trouble.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765678350355333120/fright-zone-log-day-15)

Lee! Catra, Ler! Entrapta.

Summary: Entrapta wishes to run a test on the ticklishness of different species in Etheria. Catra is her first subject.

Little Witch Academia:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763109246954094592/tickle-moods)

Lee! Diana, with Ler! Amanda.

Summary: Diana tries to get Amanda to go to close when she’s in a ler mood. Amanda proceeds to wreck her.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765899554129330176/tickle-moods-v20)

Lee! Amanda, Ler! Diana.

Summary: Diana hears that Amanda is in one of her moods again and goes to sort her out, only to discover it is a much different mood to the last time.

Hellverse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763519147211702273/a-jester-and-a-succubus)

Lee! Fizz with Ler! Verosika.

Summary: A prank gone wrong leaves Verosika’s outfit soaked. She takes revenge on the perpetrator.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763868732458172416/well-take-care-of-you)

Lee! Vox with Ler! Val and Ler! Vel.

Summary: After Vox gets injured from fighting with Zestial, Velvette and Valentino take care of him, with some shenanigans.

Spider-Verse:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764502860899696640/annoying-machines)

Lee! Margo with Ler! Lyla and Ler! Go-Home Machine.

Summary: Lyla employs Margo to deal with an error with the Go-Home-Machine. Margo tests it on herself with expectedly poor results.

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730549805792755712/british-people-are-liars)

Lee! Hobie with Ler! Gwen.

Summary: Gwen tickles Hobie to get him to admit to lying.

Puella Magi Madoka Magica:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763605362425397248/how-to-make-purple)

Lee! Kyoko and Ler! Sayaka.

Summary: Sayaka is very much ready to go to bed but Kyoko is being stubborn about it. Luckily Sayaka has a way to go about convincing her.

Adventure Time/Fionna & Cake:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/765135868053815296/tickletober-day-12-mischief)

Lee! Simon with Ler! Winter King.

Summary: Simon’s down in the dumps in the Winter Kingdom but his new friend thinks up a way to cheer him up.

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/764262534462242816/my-cool-gay-roommate)

Lee! Wallace with Ler! Scott.

Summary: While Scott attempts to wake up Wallace, he discovers some interesting information about his roommate.

Murder Drones:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763305664827342848/intimate-procedures)

Lee! Lizzy with Ler! Doll.

Summary: Lizzy gets Doll’s help with polishing her body, but she proves to be a little sensitive for it.

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763202322587336704/the-weakness-of-being-known)

Lee! Saiki with Lers! Toristuka, Aiura and Akechi.

Summary: Toristuka tries to uncover the weaknesses of the Psykids. Akechi accidentally lets Saiki’s loose.

Gravity Falls:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/730182338053636096/when-stars-meet-in-the-northwest)

Lee! Pacifica, Ler Mabel!

Summary: Mabel discovers that her girlfriend is ticklish and the rest goes as expected.

Steven Universe:

(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/763709476491689984/new-sensations)

Switch! Perdiot with Switch! Lapis.

Summary: Perdiot and Lapis discover tickling and decide to test out the sensation on each other.

OC Tickles:

•(https://www.tumblr.com/lopsicle/766255424173408256/brothers-am-i-right)

Lee! Osmo, Ler! Cosmo.

Summary: While Osmo looks for her brother, her brother finds her first. Cosmo then proceeds to mess with her.

[chaoticklesblog]

Helluva Boss Tickle Headcannons:

Stolas:

Super ticklish despite not being tickled very much in his younger days, (Blitzo is definitely the first one to discover this weakness when they were kids and never really forgot how ticklish Stolas was, or is, for that matter.)

Is a switch, but is definitely is more lee leaning! He enjoys the bondage aspect of it and definitely experiences the most anticipatory giggles.

Has one of the most adorable laughs ever. It doesn't take much to get him laughing. He has such a high-pitched laugh that gets squeaky if you get the right spots.

Worst spots are wings and beneath his feathers.

As a ler, my goodness is this guy fucking RUTHLESS.

Is a demon, so expect to receive whatever tickling is dished out tenfold in return.

His feathers and claws are horrendously evil tickle tools and the mothefucker KNOWS it.

Uses tickling as a torture method for those who most deserve it (cough cough, Blitzo).

Blitzo:

Regularly involved in childhood tickle fights with Fizz. Used to win most of the tickle fights until the accident happened.

So playful and silly, he was the first to initiate a tickle fight with Stolas and the first to realize what a ruthless tickler Stolas is.

Also a switch, very needy as a lee and super teasy as a ler.

Surprisingly a very gentle ler unless otherwise provoked.

Definitely tickles Stolas the most of anyone because Stolas absolutely loves it. Also frequently tickles Millie and Moxxie but mostly Moxxie because he deserves it. Doesn't DARE tickle Luna (he doesn't have

Most ticklish spots include ribs, tummy and underarms.

Super silly laugh, loves provoking others to tickle him, and is so shameless about it, the little shit.

Millie:

Is ticklish but is much more of a ruthless ler. Mostly tickles Moxxie to get him to relax or not be so uptight.

Absolutely ruthless. RUTHLESS.

Not only does she know Moxxie enjoys being tickled, but she encourages the other IMP's to tickle him.

Doesn't mind being tickled by Moxxie but will destroy anyone else who tries.

The worst spots are her hips, thighs, and knees.

Has a bright, carefree laugh.

Will 10/10 dish out absolutely unholy revenge to those who dare to tickle her.

Moxxie:

Is such a lee! 100% lee. Is baby.

It doesn't take much to get him all flustered, just a few well placed pokes, a wink, or teasy voice.

Prefers to be tickled by Millie but is the frequent victim of gang tickles. Not that he minds.

Is wayyyy more susceptible to gentle and teasy tickles.

His back is an absolute death zone. Absolutely cannot handle back massages AT ALL.

Screechy and screamy laughter. AHAHAH.

Hides his face a lot, or at least he tries when tickled. Lol. He can't even help it.

Will literally beg to not be tickled.

PUPPY DOG EYES.

Deserves to get his shit WRECKED!

Ozzie:

WE AREN'T gonna pretend this man isn't ticklish.

I mean, he is. Has a super boisterous laugh.

I mean, if this anyone has a tickle kink, it's him lol.

I feel like he's got tons of ler energy. He tickles Fizz so much, lmao. Surprise tickles, tickle games, tickle hugs, teases, etc. ASDFGHJKL. Fizz eats it up, of course.

Is kinda ticklish in a couple secret places only Fizz knows about. I mean, I don't even know, and Fizz didn't tell me lmaooo. It's a secret, do with that info what you wish.

Is actually the tickle monster. Hehehe.

Fizz:

Is such an adorably ticklish imp.

Arguably, the most ticklish character.

Literally used to be nearly tickled to death by Blitzo as kids. And ganged up on by the other imps. Was pretty much defenseless lol.

Blitzo used to knock him down a few pegs for getting all the attention by tickling the everloving snot out of him.

Literally never won tickle fights until after the accident. The robot arms improved his tickle fight game tenfold.

His robot arms are indeed also ticklish but offer an advantage in tickle fights by being able to stretch or tickling people far away.

Bottom ribs, hips and sides are his worst spots.

Cannot handle his ribs being counted. (Ozzie found this out, and the poor guy can't rest ahah).

Wheezy laughter that eventually goes silent, and he also thrashes a lot.

Uses his robot arms for tickling and bondage purposes with Ozzie and to also get well deserved revenge on Blitzo, haha.

[veryblushyswitch]

You don’t understand this is one of the cutest things I’ve ever read- 💖💖💖🦋🦋🦋 Asmodeus is so big on consent and making sure Fizz is comfortable! 😭💖 The ticklish kisses, the tail wags, the teases, Fizz’s spot being his hips, I can’t this is all so freakin adorable I love them so much. I will be rereading this all the time 🥰💖

Hi!!! 💖 If 21 isn’t filled yet for tickletober, do you think you could do ler Asmodeus and lee Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss? The new episode has me craving for some tickle content for them they’re so cute!! Hope you’re well and take all the time you need. 💖

TickleTober Day 21 - New Discovery

Writing this one made me happy. I dunno what it was, but writing the scrunkles just boosted my happy brain chems. I know I’ve been squeaking these in at like 11:50 something at night, but I actually paced myself this week and loved getting this out! Hopefully you like reading this as much as I did writing it. Enjoy!

Lee: Fizzarolli

Ler: Asmodeus

Summary: After a shitty day, Fizz is more than ready for some love from his partner. Ozzie is happy to help, though he does it in his own silly way. After all, what's love without some laughter?

Warnings: swearing (obviously), implied murder (don't worry, they deserve it)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Hell's worst kept secret…

Not wrong, but the title still pissed the pair off. Ever since the kidnapping incident, they had been a bit more open with their relationship. They obviously weren't announcing it; all of Hell didn't need to know that Ozzie and an Imp were together. But around the factory and his quarters, the fruits were showing more PDA and less shitty excuses when they were caught. 

The workers knew better than to say anything.

Still, the occasional whisper or snide comment outside of Asmodeus's safe zone got the jester's blood boiling. Especially when they were about his man.

"Did you hear about Asmodeus and that little imp? Man, what a way to fall. Never thought the embodiment of Lust would do that to himself." The second demon nodded, smirking. "Oh, Fizzer-something? Yeah, a big rooster and a clown. Sounds like the plot of a shitty porno." "Heh, they kinda are!"

Oho, Fizz wanted to rip their throats out and shove them so far up their-

Whooo-kay. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He promised Asmodeus that he wouldn't let small-minded loudmouths get to him, especially sinners. But they so deserved it, and he was just a few feet away…

They just had to keep talking, though. "And hey, he didn't even pick a working one! The thing's defective! Robotic limbs and shit. Dude really needs higher standards."

That was it. The jester turned, running at them with nothing but rage and hate in his eyes. The dumb fuckheads barely had time to begin a plea before Fizz went to town.

-

When his Fizzie got home, Ozzie immediately knew something was wrong. His partner’s colorful clothes were coated with black blood. The sin hurried over to him, surveying the imp for injuries before scooping him up into his arms. “Fizzie, babe, what happened?”

Asmodeus’s voice radiated concern, comfort and love for the jester. Fizzarolli couldn’t have gotten any luckier when him and the demon connected for the first time. Or the second. Or the many, many times after that. Eh, who needs labels?

“Some…assholes, spewing shit about you and me. I tried, but…they needed a lesson on how to shut up.” One of the robotic arms was damaged in his fit of rage. Apparently the loudmouthed sinners had a bit of fight in them. Fizz still disposed of the garbage; he just got a bit messy.

Ozzie sighed, nuzzling his feathery head against Fizz’s smooth skin. “Froggie, I love that you wanna defend me, but it’s not worth you getting hurt. I’d take all the shit-talk Hell has to offer if it meant you’d be okay.”

So mushy… The imp rolled his eyes, secretly melting inside at the sweet words. “Alright, alright, I get it. No more fighting over your honor. Tell Hallmark the message worked.”

Then he did Fizzarolli’s most favorite thing ever. He laughed, a deep snort kicking off the rumbling chuckles. Fizz laid his head on Ozzie’s chest, feeling the vibrations and listening to the short burst of amusement. The sin stood, sighing out a final huff before carrying his partner to their bed. It was the only one big enough for Asmodeus, let alone Fizz, to fit. 

Following their pattern, Ozzie removed his elaborate suit, slipping on his robe instead. He then helped the jester peel away the blood-stained outfit, quickly drawing a bath for him. They were at the point where it was just second nature; one of them has a bad day, they get a warm bath, cuddles and shitty RomComs until they fall asleep. That day was Fizz’s day to be pampered.

After some calming back rubs in a nice bath, all blood was clean and the imp was feeling a bit better. Ozzie got him a new arm, making sure to give him little forehead kisses as he worked. Finally, they were ready to lay down.

Surprising no one, Ozzie was the big spoon. He hugged Fizz close under the covers, rubbing his back soothingly. The Lust ring’s RomCom channel played distantly on the TV.  It was barely a minute before the jester was dozing off. The sin’s touch softened, absentmindedly wandering across Fizzarolli’s bare skin. 

His feathery fingers eventually made their way to the imp’s sides. Fizz was drawn from his sleepy stupor by an unexpected buzzing along his side. A feeling he hadn’t felt in quite some time. He squirmed a bit, feeling the fingers go back to his back. The moment he settled back down, however, they returned. 

A quick glance at Ozzie’s dreamy expression told him that the sin wasn’t doing it on purpose. The rooster just thought he was giving him soft affections. Sighing, Fizz squirmed again, adjusting himself so the tracing was closer to his lower back. That was apparently a big mistake.

The moment one of the feathery fingers brushed his back, he squeaked, flinching away from the touch. Asmodeus immediately went into Mother Hen mode, lightning his touch and looking for injuries. “Fizzarolli, why didn’t you tell me you hurt yourself? Back injuries are serious!”

Ugh, why did he have to care so much? “I-I didn’t…” The lighter touch was somehow worse, sending a flurry of butterflies to attack his stomach. Fizz’s tail twitched, trying to wag; he made sure to force it still. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he took a small amount of focus off his verbal reactions. The smallest, teensiest little giggle slipped past his lips. Ozzie immediately stilled his fingers; as a sin, he easily heard the noise. Then something clicked.

“Froggie…are you ticklish?” Shit…Fizz tried to run, a burst of adrenaline pulling him from the sleepy peace. Ozzie was on him before he could move an inch. The little imp didn’t stand a chance.

“W-wait! Ozz, don’t you fucking dare!” His robotic arms wrapped around the sin’s body, trying to push him off. That was nearly impossible, as Asmodeus was over four times his size and much stronger than the prosthetics. Still, he could only try. 

The rooster smirked, his demeanor doing a complete 180. Ozzie went from concerned and soft to playful and smug in seconds; it was almost scary how fast he could switch like that. “Oooh, babe, I definitely fucking do~”

Before he could get another protest out, ten feathered fingers attacked his torso. Five running along his back, five snaking around to his stomach. In seconds, small giggles slipped past his lips, a blush tinting his scarred cheeks. “N-nohoho! Ohohozzie you dihihick!”

“I know it’s one of your favorite features, but let’s leave my dick out of this.” Stupid, cheesy words; it was unfair how blushy they made him. Fizz tried to wiggle away, but even with his insane flexibility, Ozzie’s strong arms kept him trapped.

He twisted and kicked, his limbs swinging and flailing as he tried to escape. He didn’t fully mind the tickling, but Fizz had an image to protect. The amazing, alluring, ass-kicking Fizzarolli couldn’t be seen getting reduced to a giggly puddle; even if nobody was watching but his boyfriend.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Fizzie~” He just had to tease… If there was one thing that killed Fizz, it was Ozzie’s silly teases. Normally, they were just flustering. Those teases, though; they drove him nuts. “Shuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup!”

Ozzie loved the sight of his squirmy boyfriend. The genuine laughter, happy smile, vibrant blushes and adorable noises warmed his loving heart. He genuinely couldn’t be happier than when he was with his Fizzie Frog; especially when the imp was all giggly like that. “Awww, babe, I’m just tryna cheer you up! Are you not feelin’ just a teeny bit better?”

Okay, that wasn’t fair. He was definitely feeling better than when he arrived, but that wasn’t totally because of the tickling. Being around Asmodeus, as evil as he was, immediately boosted his mood. “Thihis- ihit’s nohot fahahair! Youhuhu suhuhuck!”

“Only for you, Fizz~” Just to be evil, Asmodeus fluttered his fingers on the jester’s hips. FIzz squealed, his arms swinging to try and grab Ozzie’s hands. Oh, that asshole! “SH-SHIHIHIT! AHASMODEHEHEUS! NAHAT THEHERE!” 

Ozzie chuckled, loving the high-pitched cackles from his partner. “But right there is my favorite! C’mon babe, you gotta admit that this is pretty cute.” Fizz groaned through his laughter, thrashing under the sin’s tickly assault. His robotic appendages were no help, merely bouncing off the sin’s feathered skin instead of actually deterring him. 

“NOHO IHIHI”M NAHAT! OHOZZIEHEHEEEE!” Fizz could feel his tail wagging, the tip making a gentle thump against the sheets. At least the rooster wasn’t teasing him about that. “Ooh, Fizzie, your tail’s wagging. Are you enjoying yourself?” Spoke too soon…

Seeing that he was working his partner up a bit too much, he moved away from the imp’s hips, deciding to focus on Fizz’s neck instead. “Alright, alright. I won’t kill you, Fizzie babe.”

“F-fuhuckin’ feehels like ihihit!” Fizz whined, his laughter dying down to squeaky giggles. He turned his head, burying his face in the pillowy mattress. The muffled giggles only made him cuter, in Ozzie’s opinion. He leaned his head down, peppering the jester’s face with light kisses. Fizz scrunched up his shoulders, both loving and hating how the ticklish kisses made him melt. “Bahahahaaaabe!”

Ozzie chuckled, basking in the way his boyfriend reacted to the silly affections. The faces in his hair were smiling wide, portraying his obvious adoration and love. So fucking cute…

It was almost comical, the way the large sin cuddled up to the smaller imp. The love they shared was like no other; based on good communication, mutual respect and pure affection, it was about as healthy as you could get. Sure, they weren’t officially public, but nobody else needed to know about them for it to be wonderful. Especially in the cutesy moments like those.

As much as Fizzarolli loved the attention, he was wearing out. Dealing with the dicks from that morning, combined with the goofy fun, had him pretty drained. “Ohozziehehe! Plehease, noho mohohore!” 

And just like that, it was over. Asmodeus respected boundaries more than any other creature in hell; the moment Fizz wanted him to stop, he would, no questions asked. He did, however, pull the imp against his chest, rubbing small circles into his back to help calm him down. The sin’s voice was soft once again, save for a teasing edge. “Easy, babe. You okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Fizz took a few deep breaths, getting out the last few giggles as he snuggled against his man. “Uhum…no, you’re good. But *damn*, did you have to go for my hips?” Ozzie snorted, nuzzling his head against the imp’s. “You know I did. It’s adorable, how can I not?”

He held Fizz tight, flipping them over so the jester was laying on his chest. It was their favorite way to sleep; Fizz could feel the warmth of his boyfriend, and Ozzie could sleep peacefully, knowing his partner was safe while he was with him. Fizzie grumbled, but didn’t protest the movement. He was tired, and he couldn’t deny that the sin’s chest was rather comfortable.

The covers were pulled over the pair, concealing almost all of Fizz’s body. His concealing hat was removed, placed on its holder for the night. It was nice, affectionate and calm; just the way the pair liked it. They drifted off, the small yet happy smile never leaving the imp’s face.

[scribbly-artist]

Masterlist

Hello! Here is a little masterlist as I was starting to lose track of what I have written. You can also use the #my writing/#my fanfic tag (and #lunchtime reblog if you want to see what I’m eating, lmao) to find everything I’ve written on this account. :) Every fic is listed with its word count as well as an AO3 link for your reading preferences.

FANFICTION LIST

Arcane

Calling it a Night Part 1 (lee!Viktor x ler!Reader) You and Viktor have been working late at the lab. But you’re concerned for his health after all these late nighters. You’ll pull him away from his work desk by any means necessary.

Calling it a Night Part 2 (lee!Reader x ler!Viktor) You’ve dragged Viktor back to your shared apartment after a long night at the lab. It’s time to unwind with some nice, warm tea on the couch. But, Viktor swore he would get you back from your exchange at the lab. So, he’s feeling a little bit playful.

Too Hard on Yourself (Platonic lee!Reader and ler!Jayce Talis) You’re working on an assigned project at Piltover Academy, and while most of the time you pick up new things quickly, this time, you haven’t. You’re frustrated with yourself, crying at your workbench. However, you old friend Jayce Talis is here to make you feel better.

Persuasion (Jayvik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) It’s always a battle to drag each other away from the lab, even when they were both on the brink of exhaustion. Viktor was being stubborn this time, however, Jayce has a trick up his sleeve that will persuade him.

Gently, Please (Jayvik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce is at a breaking point now that he’s on the council, he wasn’t expecting all of this responsibility put onto him. He goes to the place (and the person) that puts him most at ease.

Lesson Learned (lee!Reader, ler!Silco, ler!Vander) You’ve known Silco and Vander for a long time, you all go way back. They also know you’re a little shit - on purpose. Trouble makes it way back to you.

A Night to Remember (Jayvik, lee!Viktor, ler!Jayce) Jayce finally convinced Viktor to attend a councillor party, and to ease himself, Viktor had one too many fun drinks. Jayce hauled his partner back home safely and shenanigans ensued as Jayce tries to get Viktor ready for bed.

Paint War (Timebomb, lee!Jinx, ler!Ekko) After talking Jinx down so they both didn’t get blown up, Ekko assists Jinx in getting everything ready to help in the big fight. They can’t crash the party looking all cool without some sick paint designs on their outfits though!

Scare the Nightmares Away (lee!Isha, ler!Jinx) Isha has woken up from a scary nightmare and runs to Jinx for comfort. To help Isha calm down, Jinx remembers a story and a tactic Vi used to use when she was Isha’s age.

Golden Opportunity (Jayvik, lee!Jayce, ler!Viktor) Jayce and Viktor are building a new Hextech machine. Unfortunately for Jayce, his shirt gets snagged when he attempts to slide out from underneath it. Viktor sees an opportunity to be a menace.

Someone To Take Care Of (lee!Reader, ler!Jayce) You’ve had awful back pain all day at work, and nothing you tried could remedy it. You’ve come home late on top of it. You’ve come home to your partner, Jayce, who wants to help melt your pain away.

Reminisce (lee!Jinx, ler!Vi (and Isha is there too) Vi and Jinx are reflecting on their past life, and their potential new life at the commune. Things can’t be the way they were before, but they could at least try to build something new, right?

Years Worth of Karma (lee!Jayce, ler!Caitlyn) Jayce likes to push Caitlyn’s buttons just to annoy her. He’s been doing this for years now. But what happens when the tables turn?

Warm You, Melt You (lee! and ler! Jayvik) Jayce insisted that he and Viktor should brave the cold and work at the laboratory at the academy today. However, an unexpected snowstorm had them running home. Viktor was a bit grumpy about slipping over on the slick ground and was absolutely freezing, so Jayce wants to make it up to him and warm him back up, one way or another.

Unwrap Your Present (lee! and ler! Jayvik) Viktor has forgotten it’s Valentine’s Day, and hasn’t caught on to the numerous hints Jayce has dropped. Jayce wants his actions to make Viktor realise, not his words. He takes a risk and takes the Hexclaw home with him and some red present tape with a new plan that will send the message across to Viktor for sure. Viktor comes home after a while, and sees a peculiar sight in front of him…

Helluva Boss

Making Things Right (Stolitz, lee!Stolas x ler!Blitz) Two weeks after the trial, Stolas is still in Blitz’ home, wasting away. Blitz feels shitty and undeserving for what Stolas sacrificed for him. The least he could do is try to make Stolas feel a little bit better.

Crush Crush/Blush Blush/Hush Hush (Sad Panda Studios)

In Love with All of You (lee!Reader x ler!Eli Kawase) Eli Kawase has opened up to you and told you that he’s a different Eli everyday. You’re fine with that, but are you fine with the way that you present yourself? The thoughts rear their head on your third date, you get a little bit upset, but Eli is there to help.

Early to Rise (lee!Reader x ler!Haru) Haru is usually the one to cook Sunday breakfast for both of you, but on this morning he was still sound asleep in bed. Halfway through cooking however, Haru sneaks up from behind to admire your work. He also wants to mess with you just a little bit.

Persona Series

Dorm Antics (Persona 3, lee!Junpei and ler!Yukari) When Yukari comes back to the dorm, she notices the shopping bag she dropped off earlier near the front door missing. Junpei was the only one here, so he must have hidden it just to mess with her. Yukari will find out where he hid it, even if she has to force an answer out of him.

Steins;Gate

Noisy Times in the Lab (lee!Makise Kurisu and ler!Okabe Rintaro feat. Shiina Mayuri) Mayuri has made a scientific discovery about Kurisu that piques the interest of the resident mad scientist.

The Amazing Digital Circus

Are You Smiling? (lee!Pomni, ler!Jax) Jax doesn’t want to talk about what happened at his employee evaluation… but at least he can make sure Pomni doesn’t suffer the same fate. Kind of.

Original Characters/OCs

So You Can Laugh Nathan and Kathleen have been together for quite a while now, but Nathan has never seen Kathleen let loose and laugh, let alone smile often. He wants to see his love smile, so he wants to achieve this in any way he can.

Lazy Sunday Kathleen giving Nathan a nice scalp massage on the couch leads her to finding something adorable about her boyfriend.

HEADCANON LIST

Arcane

Jayvik Tickle Headcanons

Vander and Silco Tickle Headcanons

A Few Arcane Tickle Headcanons (mixed characters)

Jinx Tickle Headcanons

Sevika Tickle Headcanons

Isha Tickle Headcanons

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood)

Edward Elric Tickle Headcanons

Persona 5

Yusuke Kitagawa Tickle Headcanons

[calicocatsarecute]

helluva boss? I need octavia to get tickled- the lers can be stella or stolas

YESYESYESYESYES!!!!! Lee! Octavia coming right away my friend! Enjoy!

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Octavia was currently in her room listening to music, very depressing and emo music that is. She’s been locked in her room all day and since it was her Dad’s weekend, Stolas was pretty worried that she hasn’t emerged yet.

Stolas then decided to walk up to Octavia’s door, knocking on it.

“Via. Can I come in?” He asked from the other side of the door.

He didn’t get answer, so he just went in on his own.

“Via?”

Octavia paused her music and looked up at her Dad.

“Go away Dad, I wanna be left alone…” She said, going back to listening to her emo, depressing music.

Stolas sighed an sat down her bed next to her. He truly was worried about his daughter.

“Via… you haven’t eaten or drank anything all day. I’m worried about you…” Stolas tried to explain.

“I don’t care Dad….”

Now that didn’t sit right with Stolas.

“Octavia, you are getting something to eat AND drink!” He said sternly, his feathers puffing up a little bit.

“Make me!” Octavia retorted.

Stolas then smirked a little bit.

“Whatever you say my little owlet~” He said as he started wiggling his fingers against his daughter’s sides and ribs.

“E-Ehehehe! D-Dahahad nohoho!” Octavia giggled, dropping her phone on the bed as she squirmed.

“Now Via. Are we going to leave this room and get some pancakes?” Stolas asked with a smirk on his face.

“My phoohone!” Octavia giggled.

“Answer the question my little owlet~” Stolas moved to her hips, gently tickling her there.

“OHOHOKAHAHAHAY! OHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHI’LL EHEHEAHAT!”

At that, Stolas stopped tickling his daughter.

“Wonderful! Now let’s go get those pancakes!” He said happily, picking his daughter up and carrying her out of the room.

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Sorry for taking so long with this! My WiFi died for so long and tumblr wouldn’t even work;-;

[gaybananabread]

got one 4 tickletober!!! Day 17 or 18 (can't decide😭), Lee!Blitzø, Ler!Stolas

I'm CRAVING stolitz tickles after Apology Tour😭 MY BBS NEED TO BE HAPPYYY

I fully understand if you deny, just thought it'd be cute<3

-gambokitten

TickleTober Day 18 - Tickle Fight

~Oh my yeah SAME! I'm gonna time this before Apology Tour, just so the goofy sweetness doesn't feel out of place (also, I like writing the birb pining). I'm hoping we get some fluff in Ghostfuckers 🥲. I leaned heavier on the lee!Blitzø side like the req asks, but there’s definitely a tickly scrabble. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Blitzø

Ler: Stolas

Summary: Stolas asks if he and Blitz can try something new for the night. The simple question quickly spirals into tickly chaos as they learn what true hilarity looks (and feels) like.

Warnings: canon-typical language and references. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“You…what?”

Blitzø did a double take at the suggestion, quirking one of his brows. What did he just say?

“W-we don't have to, of course. I'd just, you know…like to get playful.” Stolas could feel his face heat up as he repeated the words, making it hard to look the imp in the eyes. He'd just kind of blurted it out the first time; he wasn't expecting anything to come of it.

“Uh…sure? I mean, I knew you liked it rough, so it's not a giant fuckin’ surprise. I can do that, if you want to.” Blitzø’s tone was about as nonchalant as he could get, but there was a sign of care behind them.

While he’d never admit it, he did kinda want to make Stolas happy. He didn't want the bird to leave.

Stolas had asked to have a little play fight, seeing what would happen when they each tried to pin the other.

“Oh! Yes, I would like that. Do you want me to initiate, or-”

Before he could even finish speaking, Blitzø pounced, using gravity and force to wrestle the bird to the mattress. It wasn't like they hadn't been rough before; they'd just never done anything that physical without a hand somewhere else.

Stolas gasped as he was shoved down, his eyes widening with giddy surprise. He was kind of expecting to take control, but it wasn't unpleasant by far. He gently ran his hands down the shorter man’s chest, delighting in the shiver it caused.

The sounds, however, were unexpected.

“S-Stoholas- knock that shit off!” The imp tried to growl at least semi-seductively, but his voice was a few pitches too high. Odd…Stolas hadn’t done anything besides stroke his chest. Maybe he was embarrassed about liking it?

Tentatively, Stolas repeated the motion, stroking from Blitzø’s collarbones to his stomach. That time, he caught a grin tugging at the red-skinned imp’s lips, his stomach quivering beneath the touch. Oh. Oh!

“Are you perhaps ticklish, Blitzy?”

That single question sent all the giddy, not-used-to-soft-shit panic alarms off in Blitzø’s head. He tried to snatch Stolas’s wrists, but the bird fought back for once, fluttering his fingers beneath the imp’s outstretched arm. Damn it, why’d he always have to take his shirt off so quickly?

Blitzø jerked back, Stolas quickly following. Stolas caught his wrist to keep him from falling off the bed, giving the imp enough time to squeeze the bird’s thigh. A sound between a groan and a giggle left his mouth, causing a competitive fire to light in his eyes. Oh, it was on!

The pair wrestled with each other, each trying to get the upper hand in the tickly tousle. Blitzø was using brute strength, trying to pin Stolas before he was overpowered. The bird would just target any exposed spot when that happened, fluttering his fingers over them to see his “it’s complicated” partner's lips twitch. Retaliation was swift, the pokey tip of Blitzø’s tail teasing wherever it could reach.

After two solid minutes of strangled yelps, giggles, and lots of manhandling, Stolas managed to straddle the thrashing imp and pin his arms above his head. He could have accomplished it much sooner with his powers, but that just didn’t seem fair to him.

Blitzø thrashed like a wild animal beneath the taller demon, a feral scowl on his face. In his eyes, however, Stolace could see the giddiness he was trying to suppress. “G-get the fuck offa me, you feathered fucking asshole!”

“I don’t think I will, darling. This seems much more…amusing~” The word alone wasn’t anything special, but that tone… Let’s just say Blitzø’s heart felt like it was trying to eject out his throat.

Stolas started out soft, testing the waters. Gentle, fluttering fingers trailed along Blitzø’s stomach, tracing lazing circles around his navel. A gurgling sound rumbled in the imp’s throat – an adorable attempt to keep from giggling. Stolas felt his heart flutter at the sight.

“Aww, does it tickle, Blitzy? Does it make you want to giggle and squirm like the adorable little baby you are?~” Stolas teased, unable to stop himself from going a little overboard. While it was definitely over the top, it seemed to do the trick, causing Blitzø’s cheeks to burn.

“Sh-shuhut- fuck! Shut up!” The short man cursed the giggle that escaped him, thrashing twice as hard beneath the gentle touch. He refused to react so quickly. He wasn’t weak, and he’d prove it whenever necessary. Apparently, he deemed the tail-end of a tickle fight necessary.

“You can laugh, you know. I promise you that I won’t judge.” Stolas’s tone grew soft and affectionate as he spoke. “Actually, I think I’ll find it quite adorable.”

Those words made Blitzø’s eyes widen and mind race. It was…it was an angle. Had to be. Why else would a literal prince be so affectionate towards a scummy imp like him?

“Shut your fucking- ACK! G-gehehet ohoff!” The imp’s dam finally burst when Stolas dipped one feathery finger into his navel, twirling and scratching against the sensitive skin. His giggles were loud and punchy, the sound a bit higher and sweeter than his normal speech.

“Hmm. Since you’re being so mean, I don’t think I will. I’m quite content to stay right here, teasing your cute little belly button,” he hummed, enjoying himself as he teased the imp. There was something about the light and gentle teasing that just made it all so fun.

“Gohoho fuhuhuck youhurself, smuhuhug prihihihick!” Sure, Blitzø was probably digging his own grave by mouthing off, but he wasn’t just gonna lie there and take it! He kept on squirming, even though he was starting to tire himself out with all the movement.

“What a naughty mouth, saying such things to me. I think that deserves some punishment.” With a knowing chuckle, Stolas’s hand traveled upwards, grazing Blitzø’s ribs. The imp had always gotten squirmy when he touched there; now the bird knew why.

“GAAH! W-wahahAHAHAIT! FUHUHUCK!” Blitzø’s back arched off the bed as his poor ribs were targeted, thrashing as wildly as his tired body would allow. He could practically feel his blood boiling beneath the skin on his cheeks.

The imp was losing his Satan-forsaken mind. It had been years since he was properly tickled, and even then, it was nothing like that.

What he was experiencing in that moment were the affectionate tickles of someone who just wanted to see him laugh and be happy for the fun of it. No matter how wild his denial pool was, that truth floated up to the top.

His tail was a little narc, twitching and occasionally thumping against the mattress. Stolas found it endearing, letting out hooty chuckles when he noticed.

“It seems like someone’s enjoying himself~”

The worst part was, Blitzø couldn’t deny it. He really was enjoying himself, as overwhelming and crazy as the touch was. It felt nice to truly laugh without any expectations or true thought going into it – just a mirthful reaction that somehow shut his brain off.

It took a solid ten minutes of the “torture,” but finally, Blitzø caved. He had tears of mirth beading in the corners of his eyes, and his sides ached from laughing so hard. Barely coherent, he screeched out their designated safeword.

“H-HOHORSERAHADISH!”

Stolas stopped instantly when he heard their safeword, knowing his imp had to be truly exhausted to use it. He released the panting, disoriented man’s arms, instead lying down to cuddle up next to him.

Blitzø usually grumbled and “protested” the cuddles, but he couldn’t bring himself to that time; the back pats and stomach rubs he was getting from Stolas were too good, and the man was so warm. If he was going to be embarrassed, he was at least gonna sleep well and feel happy.

“Thank you for trusting me with that, Blitz.” There was that soft tone again, shaking the foundation of Blitzø’s trusting policy. He seriously needed to go to a therapist… Well, if he could find one that didn’t make him wanna kill them and then himself..

“I didn’t trust you with shit…” Blitzø was lying, and Stolas knew it. Hell, anyone could’ve guessed it by the lack of biting venom in his tone. He truly did enjoy that…

Stolas went to argue, but noticed the imp’s droopy eyelids and coiled tail; he was on the verge of passing out. The bird didn’t want to interfere with that. He simply kissed the man’s bald head before snuggling close, letting his own eyes close.

“Goodnight, Blitzy. I’ll see you in the morning…”

[veryblushyswitch]

PLEASE!! THE FOREHEAD TOUCH!! 🥺💖💖💖

Cheering up a Clown (Helluva)

Helluva Boss tk fic

Asmodeus x Fizzaroli

CW - Suggestive joke, but no actual NSFW content takes place.

Takes place after S2-E6 (spoilers)

Summary: Fizz is upset about his friendship situation with Blitzø, Ozzie decides to cheer him up

Fizz looked down at his metallic hands and sighed a little. His right arm a slightly lighter shade than his left, having been just recently replaced after the kidnapping incident.

He had spent fifteen years angry at his best friend, not talking to him, and the thing that brought them back together was a hostage situation. He knew logically what happened to him was a genuine accident, but getting over fifteen years of anger and sadness was easier said than done. And that bothered him.

"Deep in thought, are we?"

Fizz turned to look up at Ozzie, changed into his robe for the evening. "Hey, there's my Big C-" "You're making a rooster pun to avoid talking about it, Fizzy." Darn, he knew him well. Ozzie sat on the large bed next to his tiny partner. "If you want to talk, Fizz, I'm here to listen." He said with the most love and compassion Fizz had ever heard from anyone in Hell. And the fact that it was directed at him made Fizz want to open up.

"Blitzø and I made up during that hostage situation.. I wouldn't have escaped if not for him, and I realized the whole.. blowing up incident.. it was a genuine accident on his end," He looked up at Oz, who was listening, nodding every once in a while, "I also learned he tried to visit me multiple times, but the staff at the circus told him I didn't want to see him, and they never told me he came to see me.. They lied to us, Ozzie, to keep us from talking." He felt tears start to sting his eyes, both from anger at the situation, and sadness that he had lost fifteen years with someone he had considered his best friend.

Upon seeing the tears, Asmodeus was quick to scoop up his little clown partner and hold him in one arm, using the other to wipe his tears away. "Fizzy, dear, it's going to be alright. I can't tell you that the pain will just go away, but remember we don't die of old age, you have an eternity to rebuild this relationship with him, if that's what you want." Fizz looked up at him and nodded. Ozzie continued, "I also can't say I know how you feel, but I can imagine it's probably very frustrating, upsetting, and difficult to fully process right now. Right?" Fizz nodded again.

Oz sighed, "My poor little froggy, I hate seeing you so hurt," He gently pressed their foreheads together. With Fizz having robotic limbs, this was how they cuddled or showed affection, as his head was the most sensitive part of him now. He continued, "Everything will work out, alright? It will take time and effort, and I'll support you every step of the way, but it will work out."

Fizz managed a smile and nuzzled his forehead again, his tail flicking a little. Ozzie smiled right back and held him closer. "Hey, there's my happy little Jester, where'd ya go?" He joked, causing Fizz to giggle. It was quiet and soft, since he had just been crying. It was a start, but not enough for Ozzie.

He started to pepper kisses over Fizz's forehead and face, while a gentle hand skittered up his side. "Smile, Fizzy~" Fizzaroli arched his back and leaned away out of instinct, rough giggles bubbling from his chest. "Ohohozziihihie!" He giggled, turning his head to hide his face in his lover's fluff. Oz simply followed him, tickling side to side over his tummy, how he knew Fizz liked it, even if he'd never admit it. He paid attention to his little gremlin.

Fizz arched and squirmed and curled up, but never truly made an effort to get away or ask him to stop. He'd let out half hearted 'nooo's and 'please' but never did he communicate that he wanted it to stop yet. "Ohohozzie, nohoho!" He squealed as Ozzie pinched at his lower sides, just above his hips, which made him curl up, and giggle much harder, gently swatting at his hands.

Ozzie brought Fizz up higher and nuzzled into his tummy, something he knew drove Fizz up the wall. Fizz immediately started to push against the rooster's head, kicking his legs out (careful not to actually hit Oz), while he giggled so hard, his sides would ache later. His tail went wild, waving from side to side. "Ohohoz, nohohoho, ihit tihihihickles!" Oz chuckled into Fizz' tummy, which only made it worse. "It tickles? Well that is kind of the point, Fizzy." Fizz shook his head, causing the bells on his hat to jingle. "Ihihit tihickles bahahad!" "And yet you haven't told me to-" "Stohop!"

Instantly, Ozzie stopped, and held Fizz close. He gave him enough time and space to breathe, and once he knew he was fine, Oz pressed their heads together again. "Feeling better?" He asked. Fizz let out another giggle, "Yeah.. I am." he said, stretching his arms around the bigger demon.

"Good, that's all that matters to me right now." Ozzie replied, laying down with Fizz on his chest. The former clown was quick to fall asleep, tired and feeling loved, and Oz was close behind.

[bimobuddy]

Chasing the Chicken

Helluva Boss

SFW Tickle fic

I haven't seen this done yet so I decided to do it

Lee!Asmodeus, Ler!Fizzy

Summary: Fizzarolli gets the Fizz-equivalent to zoomies and Asmodeus is his target.

"Fizzy, baby, calm down, just take some deep breaths, please-"

Out of context, it may have sounded like Asmodeus was trying to calm his partner down from a panic attack. However, with context, you'd see the Sin holding his hands up in defense, and Fizz inching closer to him with an almost feral look in his eyes. And Asmodeus knew this look very well unfortunately.

Fizz lunged, but Asmodeus was faster. He dodged, barely, and ran to the other side of the bedroom. Now they were in the same stand-off as before, just in different positions. This had been going on for about ten minutes at this point.

Fizz's "zoomies" didn't happen often, but when they did, he was a ball of absolute chaos. Most of the imps knew to either lock the office doors or to stay out of his way because once he got running, he could not be stopped, not even by Ozzie sometimes. Especially not when Ozzie was his target.

The jester grinned. "Cluck, cluck~"

Asmodeus frowned. "That is rude- AH!" He jumped back to avoid getting jumped on. This time, Fizz wasn't stopping. He continued to run after him on all fours, even using his limbs to essentially launch himself, while Asmodeus was desperately trying to run around furniture without tripping or losing his robe. When he found himself cornered, he just teleported himself across the room in a quick flash of flame.

"Cheating!" Fizz called after him, having turned around to chase him again. The Sin found himself grinning at this. "We're demons, babe, we don't exactly play by the rules!" He laughed, making it back to their bedroom, shutting the door. He initially was going to lock it but a part of him felt bad about locking Fizz out of the room. All of this disappeared when the door was unceremoniously thrown open, revealing a mischievous little imp. Nevermind. He should have locked the door.

"Fizzy, it's too early for all this, come on now-" He backed up, maintaining eye contact, too afraid to turn his back on the gremlin in front of him. Unfortunately, he wasn't looking where he was going and ended up tripping, falling back onto the bed. Fizzarolli wasted absolutely no time and jumped up onto him, startling Asmodeus into giving a short shriek.

Extending his arms, Fizz wrapped Ozzie up and started scritching at his sides, resulting in deep chuckles rumbling from deep within his chest. He could easily break free, but he didn't want to risk hurting his little Froggy, so he just gave up and endured it. Fizz knew this too, and used it to his advantage.

Metallic fingers scritched and scribbled over his sides and tummy. Chuckles turned to deep, rich laughter as Ozzie lay there, trying not to squirm too much. "*snort* pff- Ahahahahaha! Fizzy, cohohome ohohon! Okahahay, you cahaught mehehe!" He laughed, hoping that would be enough. But there was a slight evil look in his eyes. Ozzie didn't know what else he wanted until he felt his hands wander lower, toward his hips, causing a giddy, nervous panic to blossom in his stomach right then.

"Wahahait, wAHAIT- Fihihizzy! Nohohot thehere! I'm nohot gonna doho ihihit!" He turned his head away, knowing exactly what Fizzarolli wanted now.

Said imp only grinned. "We'll see about that, Ozzie~"

He drilled his thumbs into the Sin's hips, wincing a little when his laughter came booming out. But the sight he was gifted with was beautiful. Asmodeus had his head tossed back, the widest smile he'd ever seen, and a brilliant blue blush painted from cheek to cheek. He was squirming a lot more now, kicking his legs out, yet still managing to not hurt Fizz, who was holding on tighter now as to not get thrown off.

*CR-CROW*

Fizzarolli stopped and burst out laughing, pulling his arms back and releasing Ozzie, who covered his blushing face, catching his breath. "Ugh, why do you insist on making me make that sound?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled from his hands, yet there was no real hint at being genuinely upset. Fizz grinned, sitting on his chest. "Because it's cute, duh."

Asmodeus removed his hands and looked up at his grinning partner and couldn't help but smile himself. "Well are you finally satisfied enough to calm down?"' "For now." The rooster snorted. "Good enough."

[starlightrosa]

Fizzarolli's Nerves

Summary: Fizzarolli is preparing for Mammon's yearly clown contest, and he's getting nervous, as he just has to be perfect. But all this practicing is disrupting Asmodeus's plan of relaxing with his beloved. That won't do at all.

Pairing: Fizz/Asmodeus

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mind-Rotting Fluff. (Author regrets nothing.)

(My very first fic! Please be nice <3)

“You’ll do it, Fizz. You’ll be fine. You need to be perfect for Mammon. Always perfect.” the imp mumbled, practicing everything he felt he needed to practice in order to win Mammon’s clown contest for the tenth time in a row. Fizz knew the elements of the contest off by heart, having won it so many times. So everything running through that little imp’s head was covered.

Balloon animals. Pie gags. Comedy section. Singing, dancing, acrobatics. You name it, Fizz practiced it. There was certainly no shortage on what Fizzarolli could do, and he had to win. He had to be perfect.

That was how Asmodeus, King of Lust and Fizz’s loving partner- er, BUSINESS partner, found him.

“What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow-woman? The snowballs! Wait, no. More energy, I need to have lots more energy. Like, twenty seven coffees kinda energy. Okay. You got this, Fizz. You got this. Try again. What’s the difference between a snow man and a snow woman? The snowballs! Hmm, still missing something. What could I do? Maybe I could juggle? Do a pose? Maybe I could hit myself in the face with a snowball? Um… ah, think, Fizz!” the jester rambled.

Ozzie yawned as he came into the living room where Fizz was, the rooster rubbing at his eyes.

“Froggie, it’s eight in the morning. Are you seriously practicing this early in the morning? Come back to bed, babe. You’re gonna be exhausted…” Asmodeus murmured, the grand lord rubbing at his eyes.

Alas, the imp did not heed Ozzie’s warning.

“Ozzie, I have to be perfect for Mammon. If I’m not perfect, then I’ll lose! And I don’t wanna lose, that just-! Ugh. It just can’t happen, okay? I need to be perfect. I need to be better than perfect! I-!”

And that was when Ozzie got on his knees and scooped Fizz off the ground, pulling his beloved into a hug. Despite initially struggling to get out, Fizz soon relaxed and sunk his head into his lover’s chest.

“Fizzie~” Ozzie coaxed, using that voice that Fizz liked to hear. Honey rich and sweet, it always comforted Fizzarolli enough to talk about what was bothering him, and it brought Ozzie some peace of mind to be able to know what was distressing his beloved imp partner.

“Ugh. Ozz, what if I’m not good enough this year? What if I don’t win?” Fizz asked. Ozzie just chuckled.

“Fizz, you’ve won for nine times straight. Ten times this year, guaranteed. And you wanna know why you win so much? Cause you got some talent about you. Plus, Mammon says he wants the best, and we all know you’re the best he’s got. And besides, if that fat Christmas tree wants something better, he just isn’t gonna find it. Plus he won’t give the others a chance, he’ll pull the strings so you win anyway, and I’ll put money on that bullshit.”

“I need to win, Oz! And I need to practice if I want to win. Can you let me go?” Fizz asked, trying to gently pry himself out of Asmodeus’s arms. The King of Lust, however, did not budge a single bit.

“Well, I would on any other day, but I am not having my Fizzie Frog being anxious as fuck. So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna go back to bed, watch a stupid rom-com, and laugh at it, spending time with each other along the way.”

“Nice thought. But maybe later, Ozzie.” Fizz murmured. And that was when Asmodeus’s grip tightened slightly.

“I don’t think I phrased it as a question, Froggie~” Asmodeus responded, the Lord of Lust’s fingers moving slightly towards Fizz’s stomach. Fizz squirmed a little in Ozzie’s arms, already knowing where this was going.

“Ozzie, don’t you fucking dare!” Fizz yelped, biting back a smile.

“Oh, but I do fucking dare, baby~ give Ozzie that tum-tum, and I’ll tickle those worries right outta ya!” he declared, his fingers finally landing as he snuck them up Fizzarolli’s jester shirt, softly poking and scratching along Fizz’s belly.

Poor Fizzarolli had no chance to resist.

“Pffffhahahaha! O-Ozziehehehe!” Fizz giggled, gently squirming side to side in his lover’s arms, trying to gently slap Asmodeus’s tickly fingers off.

“Hands to yourself, Froggie. Don’t make me get them out of the way~” Asmodeus teased.

Fizz pouted playfully even as he struggled a bit. Rough tickles made him laugh a lot, but these soft and gentle tickles were much worse sometimes if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

ESPECIALLY if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

Ozzie saw the playful pout and he tutted. His Fizzy, pouting at tickles? Oh, that just would not do, no sir.

Asmodeus migrated his gentle scratches down to Fizzarolli’s hips, enjoying the squeaky laughter that slipped out of his beloved’s mouth. “Aww, someone’s squeaky. Squeaky Fizzie.”

“Hahahaha!!! A-Asmodeus, it tickles! Q-Quihihit it!” Fizzarolli managed to press out, a dark black blush adorning his cheeks. Asmodeus had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop audibly cooing at how goddamn cute his boyfriend was being.

“Not until you agree to come relax with me, Froggie. Just say that you’re done practicing for the day and these tickles will stop. How ‘bout that, huh? Seems a fair deal to me.”

“B-But I can’t stop!”

“If you can’t stop, then neither do these tickles, Froggie.” Asmodeus cooed, a wicked grin on his face as his fingers slipped up to Fizz’s torso to prove a point, beginning to gently count his beloved’s ribs. “Two. Four. Six. Eight…”

Fizzarolli was lost in snorting laughter as he felt Asmodeus’s fingers lightly working his ribs.

“Ahahahaha, hehehehe! N-Not fahahahair, Ozzie! Hahahahaha!” Fizzarolli cackled, the odd snort leaving him. For Lucifer’s sake, how could one imp be this cute? Asmodeus felt his heart squeeze in adoration with every snort that came from Fizzarolli’s mouth.

“All is fair in love and laughter, Froggie.” Asmodeus shot back.

Fizzarolli threw his head back, his jester’s hat jangling as he did so. Satan’s beard, it tickled so much!

“Aah! Ah, ah! Nohohohohahaha! Ozzie, not there! Not there, plehehehease!!” Fizzarolli begged, feeling his lover’s fingers tracing at that one spot at the crook of his neck.

Ozzie only chuckled, not stopping the traces. “I’ve not even done anything yet, Fizzie Frog. You can’t be that ticklish here, surely?” he asked, though Ozzie knew much, much differently. It was one of his little rituals he did. Before they both went to bed, Ozzie would give a gentle kiss on Fizz’s neck each night. The imp was rather ticklish on his neck though, and the feeling of Fizz slamming his face into Ozzie’s chest, trying to muffle his ticklish giggles never failed to bring a smile to the Sin’s face.

“N-No, I’m nohohohot!” Fizz lied, immediately going for the defensive move. But Asmodeus was no fool when it came to his beloved partner. Ozzie knew Fizz’s tells, just as Fizzarolli knew his.

“Is that so, Froggie? Funny, I seem to remember that you can barely handle my goodnight kisses on that neck of yours. Like, all I do is this…” he explains, landing a kiss on Fizzarolli’s neck, right into the crook of his neck with an overexaggerated “MWAH!” noise, grinning wickedly. “…And you just fall about laughing!”

Fizz, as expected, burst into hysterical giggles as he kicked his robotic legs every which way, trying desperately to not kick his beloved in the face.

“O-Ozzie! Stop it, hahaha! Stop it, that tickles, Ozzie!” Fizz cried out, a wide smile betraying his true feelings.

Then Asmodeus decided to get a little bit mean. He gently held Fizz against his chest and nuzzled the crook of his imp partner’s neck… before blowing a soft raspberry into the crook. Fizz absolutely squealed.

“EEEEEEEEK! HAHAHA, AAAH HAHAHA! SHIT, HAHA! OKAY, OZZIE, OKAY!” the ticklish little imp shrieked, going limp in Asmodeus’s arms. And that was when Ozzie knew he’d had enough.

“Thought as much, babe.” Asmodeus smirked, finally switching the mood from playful to cuddly as he stopped the tickles, his fingers softly scratching the top of Fizzarolli’s head. The imp melted under his touch as Ozzie walked back to their shared bedroom, the doors closing behind them.

Asmodeus settled Fizz under the covers with him. And soon the pair drifted off, smiles on both of their faces as the sounds of that dumb rom-com in question, Pretty Woman, played in the background forgotten by them both.

Finito! Hope you enjoyed this one :)

[thatcheesyler]

Working on a lee!Striker, lers!Fizzarolli and Blitzø fic, so uh..lmk what you think so far 🫠

Just Clownin' Around (WIP)

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Some say that singing a whole ‘fuck you’ song to your boss and then quitting your job while saying goodbye in a surprisingly good impression of your boss's accent might not be the best thing for one's mental health. But why should Fizzarolli care? He's thriving in Hell with his huge boyfriend and rekindled childhood friend, for fuck's sake.

Anyway, since the whole thing with Mammon, Fizzarolli had a bit of a thirst for more revenge gnawing at the back of his mind, thinking about all of his and Blitzø's shared enemies, and how much he'd like to see them bleed. Of course, when he told Blitzø about this vengeful fantasy of his, the other imp was more than enthused about getting some sweet, sweet payback. After all, Blitzø's company had been a bit short of the thrill of homicide lately, anyway.

So it was settled, the two imps would meet up at a bar and discuss the finer details.

-Lil’ time skip-

“Hmm…but which one do you think deserves to be hunted first? Striker, or Crimson?” Fizz asked, taking a sip from the straw in his glass of Beelzejuice. “Well, Crimson may be a bit off limits anyway, Mox probably wouldn't want his big daddy to get hurt unless it was by his doing.” Answered Blitzø, absentmindedly tracing one of his fingers along the cracks in the wooden bar counter top.

So that just left Striker…”But, that western cocksucker is most likely the only thing stopping Stella from killing Stolas herself. Plus, I promised Loony that I wouldn't kill anyone today because it’s her birthday.” He continued, going silent for a while, just in case Fizz was brainstorming and didn't want to be interrupted. And apparently, he was.

“..Wait, he's super self-confident. Which means, all we have to do is exploit a weakness that's embarrassing enough to catch him off guard, and threaten to blackmail him with it. Right?” It wasn't a terrible idea. But, what the hell kind of a weakness would have such an effect on a guy like Striker?

Contemplating his inquiry, Blitzø skimmed through his memories with Fizz, trying to pinpoint any specific events that involved embarrassing weaknesses that an imp would have..and wouldn't you know it, the murderous imp finally came up with a reasonable suggestion.

“Ey, Fizz, remember when we'd have those stupid dares where we'd take turns in watching each other perform, and then point out any flaws afterwards by..tickling the other person in a way that accommodates to those flaws?” Blitzø commented, smiling slightly at the fond memory, but a little flustered about the topic as he was usually the more flawed one when performing. Thankfully though, the other imp only really picked up on the main idea that he was putting down, a wry smirk now building up on his face at the thought of using this against Striker.

“It's perfect! We won't hurt Striker, but if we record him being humiliated like that, we could threaten him with the blackmail of posting the video!” Fizz replied cheerfully, slamming down a $10 bill on the counter before gripping Blitzø's arm and yanking him out of the bar. Fizz dragged him eagerly all the way down to the Wrath ring, ignoring the whiny protests that spewed from his friend's mouth like gunfire and instead focusing on tracking down Striker, while keeping his phone safe so that they can record the whole ordeal when it happens.

Sure enough, the two eventually stumbled into the weird cavern that Striker called his home, making sure to keep quiet as they leapt behind the nearest boulder. Breathing out groans of pain between whistling a casual tune, the cowboy in question was currently standing near the unrealistic statue of himself and cleaning up his burn wounds from when he tried (and failed) to kill Fizz.

“Hey, you think you can do that introduction thing that Robo Fizz did? It might be fun.” Blitzø whispered to his friend, who, in response, nodded and took a deep but silent breath.

“Hiya kids, it's me, the lovable Fizzarolli!” Fizz started, jumping up onto the boulder they were hiding behind and watching as his voice startled Striker a little.

“Say, would anyone here like to play a game with me?! It'll be so fun, I can guarantee it!” While the cowboy demon scowled and reached for his angelic gun, Blitzø shot a bullet of his own towards said gun, making it inaccessible as the two former clowns suddenly launched at him.

It took quite a hassle, but eventually they managed to pin Striker to the same part of the train tracks that Stolas had been restrained against a while ago. They then tied his arms down either side of his head with his own angelic rope, doing the same for his legs and tail. “You two fuckass clowns ain't gettin’ away with this. I will get my vengeance, just you little fellas wait..” Striker sneered, allowing a brief dark chuckle to sleep through his teeth afterwards. To which Fizz and Blitzø both looked at each other with unbothered expressions.

Setting up his phone on a nearby rock, Fizz pressed the ‘record’ button and began speaking like the whole thing was a vlog.

“Hey there, all you imps, sinners, overlords and deadly sins! Today, we have a very western guest with us. Say hi, Striker!” Fizz announced, moving out of the way so that the recording showed a clear view of the cowboy, bound helplessly to abandoned train tracks and frowning spitefully all the while.

“Go fuck yourself.” Was the only thing that Striker planned to say for most of this. Unfortunately, things never seem to go according to plan for him. “Only off camera. Now let's get down to business, shall we?” Blitzø responded, smiling along with the other clown imp.

“You're a selfish bitch that only cares about money. Understandable, however, fucking up my only ticket to the human world and then also trying to kill my friend, that's not as excusable. So, we're gonna return your ‘favour’ by humiliating you and then blackmailing you with the recording of it. Sound good? Good!”

Before Striker had gotten a chance to respond, Fizz had started talking again, reverting back to his show voice for this next part.

“Earlier I asked if you wanna play a game. And now, we're gonna play whether you like it or not! The game is called...’Don't Laugh’~!” Upon saying the name of the game, Fizz lifted his robot arms up to shoulder height and bent his fingers into claws, wiggling them simultaneously to give a hint as to what was about to happen, with a shit-eating grin on his face the whole time.

The cowboy tensed, it was subtle but it was noticed, now slightly struggling against his binds as the reality of this ‘game’ began to fully sink in. “Oh you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me..” Striker murmured, feeling a few butterflies swarm in his stomach, something that had rarely ever occurred before. He despised the way the sensation affected him, making his body twitch in anticipation whenever someone made even the smallest movement, making him feel vulnerable, making him feel weak.

“Tch, and what kinda sick pleasure will it bring ya this time? Y'know, since everythin’ appears to be a sex thing with you two.” He remarked with a tiny smirk, clearly aiming to piss them off some more, despite his better judgment and the fact that it was just going to make everything worse for him.

Dammit, even those weird ass mini singing imps were here to watch.

His attention was yanked away, however, as Blitzø's hand then reached out towards him, and he tensed up once more, instinctively sucking his stomach in. But, the imp merely grabbed the cowboy's hat and placed it on his own head, earning a ‘seriously?’ look from both of the other demons, and an extra eye roll from Striker, who was getting fed up with this. But then Fizz's voice sounded out again, still speaking as if the whole thing was a scripted performance. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it's time for the game to start! Alright cowboy, are you ready?!”

“Listen, I don’ know what you jester twinks are plannin’ to accomplish with this, but I can assure ya, you ain’t gon’ pull a stunt like this again once I get my reve-HENGE!!” Striker's threat was abruptly cut off by the overwhelming sensation of a robotic hand squeezing his side experimentally, his voice raising up to a slightly embarrassing high pitched tone as this happened.

The cowboy attempted to recover by clearing his throat and forcing back the anticipatory nervous smile, refusing to let his captors feel like they were winning. Said captors, however, now adorned ear-splitting smirks that caused the butterflies in Striker's stomach to temporarily double, a few more harsh tugs being acted out on the angelic restraints. “I said ‘are you ready?’, not ‘bore us with monologue’. But still, at least people on Sinstagram will enjoy the bickering. But seriously, don't laugh!” Fizz replied smugly, refocusing his attention on the imp's outfit.

There were a few scorch marks on his shirt that didn't burn through the fabric, so of course, Fizz decided to fuck around a bit and trace ever so gently over those marks, relishing in the way it made Striker flinch and gasp quietly. Yet, his resolve held true, the scowl on the cowboy's face didn't budge, but not did the angelic rope, unfortunately for him.

“Alright it's my turn, move over bitch!” Blitzø demanded, playfully shoving his friend out of the way and cracking his knuckles, before starting to spider his fingers along Striker's sides. This time, it resulted in a wobbly grin showing through for just over a millisecond, the ticklish sensation making Striker wriggle away from the pursuing hands with a bit of desperation.