#lee!fizz

[infrequent-creator]

HELLUVA BOSS S2E6 SPOILER !!!! BEWARE 🤫🤫

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YOU CANT TELL ME THAT THIS ISNT A TICKLE SCENE !!!! I will die on this hill ☠️☠️☠️

[oliverdeend]

Ozzie (Asmodeus): Is something wrong Fizz? Don’t you like my new jacked?

Fizz (Fizzarolli): No NohoO it’s.. totAhlly fihnNne.. reAL lovehely…

Fizz: Ohokay, Now you’re dOIng ihit Oon Purpose

Ozzie: Doing what? I’m simply showing you my affection

Fizz: NAHAHA QUIT IHIHIT!

Ozzie: 🎵Oh yes, sooo much affection~🎵

Fizz: OZZIE!!!

I did it! My first and last comic! I’m not good at doing comics..

[flames-tstuff]

I have no words to portray how much I ADORE this. This is canon.

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.

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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.

[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!

[lopsicle]

Catching Up

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Characters: Lee! Blitzø, Ler! Fizz (Can be seen as romantic or platonic, I love BlitzFizz)

Summary: As Blitz and Fizzaroli make up for lost time, Fizz discovers something he didn’t know about his former friend.

Tickletober day 2: Accidental

Warnings: Tickle Fic, innuendos.

Life had never been the same for Blitz and Fizzaroli since their second meeting in the Greed Ring. Sure, they’d reconciled their main issues and managed to air out some of the miscommunication forced onto them in their adolescence, but it had still been a decade and a half since they even just had a regular conversation. It was going to take a lot of work and effort to maintain that friendship, but that was work Blitz was willing to do. He couldn’t lose Fizz a second time.

Sometimes, Blitz would hang out backstage at Ozzie’s, listening to the clown perform his bits to the crowd, hyping him up whenever he had the chance. Sometimes that happened at Mammon’s, but it was rare Blitz would be allowed back there, much less without freaking out about being in the same room as a rockstar he admired from before he was even an adult. Fizz would even pop around to I.M.P sometimes, just his presence there was enough to drive up business so he had a warm welcome.

Though, their favourite thing to do was to just be with each other. It didn’t matter where, they usually preferred privacy but the two were neither careful or shameful, being able to do their business wherever. The pair of scarred imps could go on for hours and hours about whatever came into their mind, it was like they had a years long back log of all the things they wanted to talk about locked up in their brain, but never had the right person to say it too. They were just two sides of the same coin, better together.

One day, the two ended up in the privacy of Blitz’s room, which he (mostly) cleaned up for his guest. They’d both made themselves comfortable, Blitz laying down on his bed, sprawled out with her legs hanging over the edge, and Fizzaroli sitting over on the window sill, switching his face between the lacklustre view of Imp city, and his host.

‘Hey, how much can you feel?’

Fizzaroli’s eyes glanced over back to Blitz at his casual question, tilting his body to face him as he did so.

‘Like, emotionally?’

The clown tilted his head almost unassumingly, to which Blitz threw a nearby pillow at him.

‘Yeah, of course I mean emotionally-of course not, dipshit, of course I meant physically! You know, metal limbs and all,’

He huffed playfully, crossing him arms to which Fizz just chuckled, amused at his frustration.

‘Well, I can feel with my nose just fine! And my insides are…rigged with sensitivity, just ask Ozzie!’

‘I am not asking that feather covered, sparkly whore about how he fucks you.’

Fizz just laughed even harder at that, kicking his legs a little as he hopped off his self made perch, standing closer to Blitz.

‘Ahand, I can new sensors in my fingertips, Ozzy developed them himself to make things more…captivating.’

Blitz rolled his eyes and made a face, maybe a little out of jealousy, but there wasn’t much ill will behind it.

‘So now I can actually feel with them again! You have no idea how much I missed petting animals! And fucking with people, that’s great too!’

He ran his fingertips over Blitz’s still stretched out torso to make his point, to which the imp fucking squealed and curled up in on himself. Fizz tilted his head, sitting by Blitz with the largest shit eating grin on his face.

‘No fuckin’ way your ticklish! How did you hide this from me?!’

He asked excitedly, to which the imp blushed a little, trying to scramble backwards on the bed on his palms but he was quickly scooped up by his friend’s mechanical limbs and pulled closer.

‘Okay, it’s not that big of a deal this I’m ticklish! You don’t have to make such a big deal out of this, you knahaahhahw!’

The demon’s protests were cut off by a couple sharp scratches to his ribs, with a very eager Fizz now positioning himself on Blitz’s hips.

‘Oh, don’t you try and weasel your way out of this one! We’ve got, what, fifteen years of laughter to catch up on, and I’ve never heard you laugh like this!’

As much as Blitz wanted to remain tough and stoic on the outside, it was hard to do that while giggling, much less from your childhood best friend/crush tickling you. He couldn’t deny that the attention felt nice, not in a dirty way, he never expected to really…feel Fizz again due to his body being broken so it was a pleasant surprise. The tickling was just a bonus, though he weakly struggled against Fizz’s body to make it look like he wasn’t enjoying it too much. Though, Fizz saw right through him.

‘Oh, come on now, Blitzy, I’ve seen what your capable of, you could push me off you with ease if you wanted but you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’

Blitz’s blushing situation went from bad to worse as he shook his head from side to side, he’d normally try and hide his enjoyment under some snarky remark but it was hard to think of one while your sides were being squeezed and tickled. So he just resorted to this.

‘Fuhahahahack you!’

‘I’m right, aren’t I?’ Fizz chuckled to himself a little, allowing his nimble, dexterous fingers to skitter all over Blitz’s torso. ‘That’s alright, Blitz, you know I don’t just people, kinky or not, but there is no way I am not being in on this! You don’t know how fun this is me!’

Fizz gushed, pulling his hands away as he looked up at his friend excitedly. While Blitz may have rejected an offer like this from basically anyone a month or two ago, Fizz had softened him up in terms of accepting…anything really from others, plus it was a nice bonus that Fizz seemed to be enjoying it a lot.

‘…would you wanna continue right now then?’

‘Oh, with pleasure!’

[fizziedoodle]

My Girl

directed by Howard Zieff

starring Anna Chlumsky, Dan Aykroyd, Macaulay Culkin, & Jamie Lee Curtis

[dr-fizzovich]

EEEHEHEEEE IT'S A BUNCH OF ME'S.. THANKS!!! :3

i'm doing homework now, wbu? ^_^

[ashaleeleedagurl]

Malfunction

Ler: Mammon

Lee: Fizzarolli

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"M-Mammom... Sir..." Fizz said, one of his arms malfunctioning.

Mammon, who was busy counting money, looked up at Fizzarolli with an unamused expression before going back to counting his money. He looked annoyed at him, "What do you want me to do about it? I swear, sometimes you are so stupid!" He said to the imp.

Fizzarolli looked down as he turned around and started to walk away, but Mammon stopped him, "I didn't dismiss you, clown." He said sternly as he put his hand on Fizz's shoulder. "Let me see it."

He turned Fizzarolli around and looked at his arm that was malfunctioning.

He took off the arm and threw it aside, finding a spatula and putting it on him, "Good enough." He said.

Fizzarolli looked a bit upset, but smiled through it all.

Mammon, despite him being mean to Fizz, couldn't help but feel a bit concerned because he never actually got to see a genuine smile from the imp. The sin gestured to Fizzarolli to come closer, which he did, and picked him up like he was a doll.

Mammon sighed and mumbled to himself, "I'm not going to live this down from Beelzebub" then gently started moving his fingers across Fizz's stomach, making the imp try to keep himself from laughing.

That immediately changed when Mammon started blowing small, but deadly, raspberries all over Fizz's sides, making Fizzarolli break down into hysterical laughter.

Mammon stopped for a second when he got a text from Asmodeus,who could hear Fizz's laugh from a long distance. (I sorta head canon that when Ozzie and Fizzarolli are not together and one of them laughs, the other knows there's funny business)

💲: "What'd ya want, Ozzie?"

💙: "I heard my Fizzy Frog laughing, what the hell are you doing to him?!"

💲: "I'm just tickling the little guy"

💙: "Then get his tail and sides, but don't get his lower thigh, it'll make him scared and he will cry"

💲: "K, thx Oz"

💙: "No prob"

Mammon put his phone away then went back to tickling the jester, getting mostly his tail and sides, occasionally blowing one or two raspberries on the little guy's tummy.

Fizz, with the biggest smile known to imp kind, threw his head back and kicked hysterically, laughing like a lunatic, "MAHAHAMMOHOHON, NOHOHO!!!!"

"Mammon yes!" Mammon replied as he saw the jester's smile for the first time, then slowly stopped his tickle torture on the imp.

"Let me see your arm again, mate." Mammon said as he put Fizz on the floor and sat next to him, now, actually trying to fix his arm.

An hour passed and Mammon fixed Fizzarolli's arm, Fizz hugging him once he finished.

You'd be surprised that Mammon hugged Fizzarolli back and pulled away after a few seconds.

"Well, Ozzie's waiting for me, I'll see you tomorrow!" Fizz waved goodbye and started walking back to the Lust Ring.

When Fizzarolli left, Mammon then went back to his normal attire, but with a sly smirk on his face.

And this was the beginning of Fizz's tickle torture...

[taste-in-music]

some songs for late summer

[slimeylee]

theres so much lee fizz and ler asmodeus AND WHILE I LOVE THAT i just . I NEED MORE LEE OZZIE LER FIZZ ?? FIZZ IS A FUCKING GREMLIN YOU CANT TELLME THAT TICKLING ISMT HIS ALTERNATIVE TO TRYING TO GET OZZIE TO DO SOMETHING OR LET HIM DO SOMETHING .

[tobysbliss]

doing this again bc you can never have enough of lee tommy/hj

i see this downfalling but its here yippee

the prompts are like entirely off center so it looks like shit but i cant fix it so deal with it/lh

more abt this under the cut👍

1. No NSFW. Do not write nsfw fics or make nsfw art of these prompts and any NSFW blogs DNI.

2. These do not have to be posted on the “correct” day! Can even be posted after the two weeks is up. (For example, you could post day 1 on like day 7 or something or post day 9 sometime after the two weeks)

3. If you decide to participate, you do NOT have to do every single prompt; i get that 14 is kind of a lot, especially with people having school n stuff. I could barely keep up with 7 days and i was still on summer vacation during my first lee tommy week. So you dont have to do EVERY prompt if you choose to participate. You can if you want to and are able to, but you dont have to.

4. Use either of the tags “fizz’s lee tommy week (part 2)” Or “two weeks of lee tommy” or both under your posts if you decide to participate

[infrequent-creator]

You’re telling me these two don’t tickle each other ? Lies LOOK AT EM 🩷💜

[leejeann]

I can't get over how much fun the live version of The Secret To Life is, like the outfits, the camera work, everyone absolutely jamming out through the entire song, god I just love it lol

Now if only we could get a live version of The Grand Finale......👀

(Or at the very least maybe they'll perform it in concert and people will post videos of it, but like I need to see that FIZZ pls)

[bigguccielwopo]

Full footage of Lil Fizz (B2K) & Jordan Lee Brown's altercation during a podcast

[minecraft-sideblog-tm]

Also this Friday is blessed because not only was it Secret Life (a minecraft smp) day, it as also The Secret to Life (an album by the band Fizz) day, and I love when my interests vaguely overlap like that

[fizziedoodle]

Do The Right Thing

directed by Spike Lee

starring Spike Lee, Danny Aiello, John Turturro, Giancarlo Esposito, & Bill Nunn