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gaybananabread · 6 months

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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.

#hb tickle #lee!fizzarolli #ler!asmodeus #ler!ozzie #ticklish!fizzarolli #augtickletober2023 #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #augtickletober 2023 #augtickletober #helluva boss tickle #hb fizzarolli #hb asmodeus #hb ozzie #fizzmodeus #fluffy tickles #the skrunkles

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starsign-fics · 1 year

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Henry Bowers and Kevin Khatchadourian (Either one or both!) with a motherly reader? For example they’re well with taking care of people and etc !

𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 (H.B)

Paring: Henry Bowers x Motherly!reader

Word count: 923

Warning: threatening, swearing, Basic Henry bowers things, no use of y/n, No pronouns used

Note: OMG this is literally my first ever request and I started screaming!! Thank you Sm anon!! Btw i'm sorry if you wanted hcs <3

It was the middle of the night, You were cozily lying in your bed drowning in your pillows and comforter. Suddenly the sound of rocks being thrown against the window of the room enter your ears awakening you from your blissful sleep. You remove the comforter from your body and walk over to the window peaking out the curtains which conceal your room to spot Henry bowers awaiting your gaze while standing in the middle of your front lawn like a serial killer.

Opening up the window to seek what kept Henry awake this late at night. "Henry?" you question attempting to read his expressions from the darkness of the sky.

"Can i come up. Please." it was low almost a whimper, the presents of sadness imported in his voice, Most likely from crying before appearing in the yard of your home.

Henry had been coming to your house recently, He had gained an unexpected attachment to you one day out of the blue and hasn't left you since. you had no clue on what caused the obsession to grow into the mind of Henry Bowers but it grew quickly it had only been a month since his claim over you and he had visited 15 times. Just like this one.

Opening the door to enter the hallway you softly step outside of your room carefully to not awaken your parents, You make your way down the stairs the anxious feeling flowing through your body in worry of a squeaky floor board blowing your whole plan to comfort Henry.

Finally making it to the last step you slowly unlock the door and open it to find Henry staring at you like a kicked puppy. It hurts you every time you have to see him like this, In so much despair from what he goes through at home, To know that he's found that you're his only moment of peace among his heartbreaking life. Every time you think about it your eyes begin to water.

You both stare at each other taking in all features shown by the light of the moon. You softly pull him into your arms careful not to touch any wounds that possibly be open from early on, He leans into your warmth while you take his head into you hands caressing your finger tips against his scalp in a attempt to calm his racing breaths.

"It's okay, I've got you. He won't hurt you while I've got you. I promise." You reassured him. You know he needed it, He needed Someone to take care of him. To be his safe haven to run to in his darkest times, And you couldn't lie. You loved being his safe haven.

You released your hands from his scalp and took his hand, guiding him up the stairs. One you both made it to your room was the first time he spoke since you found him in the yard.

"You tell anyone about this and i'll Fucking kill you. You understand?"

You could hear the shake of his voice while he spoke. The genuine fear in his tone. You knew he was trying to scare you, To keep you in his grasp longer in fear you would leave. The fear you would abandon him like his mother, The fear you would lose control of the pressure applied to you. That you would snap.

You fall back onto your bed signaling him to join you. He lays down next to you as you pull him into your chest. You hold him close to you as you wrap one of your hands into his dirty blonde locs and the other to rub you hand up and down his back.

"Do you need anything to eat or drink? Do you need me to clean any cuts? Cause i just bought a pack of band aids if you need them." You kept your tone low and soft so you wouldn't terrify him more than he was. You wanted to make sure he felt safe, Protected within you.

He stayed silent. Snuggling deeper within your chest snaking his arms around your waist to fully assure you were stuck with him. He squeezed you so hard you thought you were going to burst.

Henry didn't really talk during these moments, He didn't need you to talk either. He just needed to feel you, To have a space of comfort. You begin to get sleepy again from your bodies colliding, Adjusting your focus to each breath Henry took. Watching as his chest rises and falls. You heard him mutter something that you barely caught, But you were so glad you did.

"Thank you."

You felt your heart melting from the compassion he had for you. The trust he put into you to allow you to nurture him to comfort, To allow you to see him in his weakest of times. The motherly love he allowed you to gift to him.

"You don't have to thank me, Allowing me to care for you is enough. I know how difficult it is for you to put your trust into people." You spoke softly.

You felt as he finally let go, His body fully relaxed from your words. You could hear as his breaths got softer and more organized while he slowly drifted into a peaceful slumber.

He started to snore lightly, slightly letting go of his grip upon your body. You shut your eyes and listened to his snores drifting away into sleep with the boy you cared about the most.

#henry bowers #it 2019 #fluff #henry #bowers #fanfic #HB #Motherly!reader #henry bowers x reader #henry bowers fluff #starsign-fics

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heartstringsduet · 4 months

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You would find these two slow dancing to Lover, shaking things off, screaming to Ready For it, damp-eyed at Anti-Hero and letting their Bejeweled. Also, TK clearly talked Carlos into both Taylor Swift and into the outfit and he has a billion photos on his phone of Carlos in it.

Happy Birthday @alltheprettyplaces, this one's for you. I can't wait to dance and cry in Vienna with you. 💗

#sorry non-swifties not sorry #hb Britt <3 #tarlos #tarlos art #911 lone star #michelle draws #what are your headcanons for them?#Also: in my head this happens after Jen and mine's fic #they go to europe itching to dance along to Vigilante Shit

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viktheviking1 · 2 months

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#fizzmodeus #fizzarozzie #asmodeus x fizzarolli #fizz x ozzie #fizzarolli x asmodeus #ozzie x fizz #fizzozzie #ozzarolli #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva fanfiction #helluva boss fic #helluva fizzarolli #helluva asmodeus #asmodeus helluva boss #helluva boss ozzie #helluva ozzie #hb fizzarolli #fizzarolli #fizzaroli helluva boss

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zensations35 · 2 months

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I just realized that this is the first time I've been involved in a fandom right at the start of it's release, when everyone else is hyperfixating with me. It's kinda nice yall.

#haz/bin #i usually come in late #not on purpose i just am a mood consumer #and i even watched HB really late into the game #i'm gonna have to make a masterlist of my HH fics cuz I'm about to crank out two more lololol

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thompsborn · 3 months

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peter loving harley in an all consuming hunger grateful for any moment in the same room constantly wanting more but happy to have whatever he’s given sort of way vs harley loving peter in a borderline obsessive solving a puzzle memorizing a map sort of way

#me: thinks about the hb sequel but doesnt work on hb chapter 17 #make it make sense #anyways the way i am SO ready to write hb harley’s pov is kind of insane #homeward bound fic #parkner

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scarletslippers · 4 months

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Nace Countdown to Christmas - Day 7

(From this post of relationship milestone prompts)

On AO3

showing affection in public

“So, what’s it like being back in Horseshoe Bay? All that you dreamed it would be?” Nancy leans back in her chair and props her feet up on the desk, shooting for both extremely casual and suitably annoying.

“Well, you’re here trying to tell me how to do my job, so no, not like I dreamt it. Now get your feet off my desk.”

Nancy does as he asks, instead leaning forward to gesture at the report spread open in front of Tamura. “And yet you called me here to consult on this case. Finally admitting that the supernatural exists and you’re out of your depth?”

“No, and no. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for everything, which I will soon have when the coroner’s report is delivered.”

“Oh? Connor’s making a delivery? That’s unlike him.”

“No, he has some assistant that’s doing it. A med student apparently. I’m sure he’s either wildly incompetent or so full of himself his ego won’t even fit through the door.”

The door opens midway through his sentence, and the coroner’s assistant enters, report in hand. “Chief? The report you wanted.”

“Oh good. You’re here too.”

“Neither incompetent nor narcissistic,” Ace quips, rocking back on his heels and catching Nancy’s eye with a wink as her smile spreads. He jerks his head in her direction. “Good thing you brought in backup. This thing is definitely supernatural.”

“I’m sure it is.” Tamura says dryly. “You can go.”

Ace ignores the jab, instead ducking to press a kiss to Nancy’s lips. “I’ll pick up dinner on my way home. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” Nancy returns with a smile that turns more self-satisfied when she looks back at Tamura. Now he really looks like he’s seen a ghost.

Tamura shakes his head as if to clear it. “So you two finally figured that out, huh? Wonderful.”

#nace #nace fanfiction #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nace countdown to christmas 2023 #my fic #nancy and ace #poor tamura #but the drew crew runs hb now. you just gotta get used to it

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phoenixlionme · 7 months

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Three of my favorite couples with one half of each promising their respective significant others that, "I do anything for you".

#marvel #irene adler #raven darkholme #tdp #callum #rayla #vivziepop #helluva boss #hb ozzie #fizzarolli #destique #rayllum #fizzarozzie #otp #myotps #fic ships comparison #my posts #fic ships appreciation #otp quotes

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gaybananabread · 4 days

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Perfection is Relative ˖ ݁݁ 𖥔.

~Soooo I’m in my rewatch-comfort-shows era, and Helluva Boss is next. I can’t wait for the newest episode, so I’m trying to get the insanity out with this. For anyone who happens to read this, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Moxxie

Ler: Millie

Summary: Moxxie is second-guessing himself and stressing out about his appearance. Millie notices and decides to lovingly remind her husband what the word “perfect” truly means in this life.

Warnings: spoilers for Helluva Boss and fluffy couple romance (few kisses)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Moxxie had always had confidence issues. Be it moral dilemmas, other’s perceptions or just general life itself, he would second-guess himself and shy away. However, there was one thing he could always trust himself to nail: his presentations.

Whenever Blitz had a performance-based job, Moxxie put his best hoof forward and found a rare spark of assurance and self-confidence. His outfits were on point, any makeup was flawless, and he got into the metaphorical zone. Nobody could ruin that for him, or so he thought.

At the summer camp, Moxxie had spent a good few hours designing his persona and the look of it. He was actually pretty proud of it. That was, until those teenage girls and everyone else at the camp insulted his appearance and disregarded his existence.

Millie and him had already discussed how it made him feel, and while he was incredibly happy for and proud of his wife, he couldn’t get those thoughts out of his head. It bled into his everyday planning, making him critique every little detail about himself. Like that morning, where he’d spent half an hour adjusting his bowtie position.

“Maybe a bit lower to point the focus…” Moxxie mumbled to himself, loosening his bowtie once again. He’d left the bedroom door open, too focused on the mirror to notice. He didn’t even notice as his wife peeked in, nor he did he catch her small, knowing sigh.

“Honey…what’re you doing?” Millie came up behind him, resting her hands on his waist. She’d noticed his extra self-consciousness lately, but she hoped it was something he’d work out. It was apparently deeper than that, though, so she was at the ready with support and a - hopefully - helpful conversation.

“Adjusting my bow. It’s not really symmetrical, and I want it to send a certain message about me.” His words were a bit rushed, giving his wife a peek into the swirling storm of his mind. She wasn’t happy with what she saw.

“You really don’t need to worry, Mox. You look amazin’ already.” Millie gently grabbed his chin, turned him and kissed him. He sighed at the affection, pulling away after a second. Moxxie felt bad about kissing her; he wasn’t good enough yet. Millie deserved the world, and he couldn’t help but feel inadequate.

“If you say so, Mills. Just let me fix up a few more things.” Moxxie tugged at his collar, adjusting the bow and tugging his hair into place.

Now, Millie could’ve just left her husband to finish getting ready. However, doing so would’ve meant letting him think he needed any of the extra glitz and ritz he was putting forth. He was handsome and wonderful enough as-is; she was determined to get that through to him.

With a suppressed smirk, the female imp grabbed his chin once again, her tail snaking around his waist. Moxxie was oblivious to her true plot, just suspecting she wanted attention. “Millie, just gimme one seco- EEP!”

He cut himself off with a squeak as Millie’s claws skittered across his neck. Down below, the pointy tip of her tail was dragging along his side. The smirk was no longer suppressed, her adorable tooth gap showing in the playful grin.

“Mihihillie! Whahat are youhu dohohohoing?!” Moxxie squirmed and wriggled, trying to slip away from his wife. Millie wrapped her free arm around his waist, securing him while adding more wiggling fingers to his stomach.

“Gettin’ you outta your head, Mox. You got too much judgmental crud about yourself up there.” Millie placed a fluttery behind his ear, making him squeak once again. Her fingers were still going at it, dragging the pointed claws along his belly and neck while her tail teased his side.

Moxxie instinctively folded like a lawn chair, his giggles squeaky and scratchy. His wife’s arm was the only thing keeping him from dropping to the floor.

“Mihihills! I cahahan’t- KYAAhahaha!” The sharpshooter kicked his hooves, each impact making a small clack against their wooden floor. Millie couldn’t help but coo at this.

“Aww, there we go, sugar~” She purred, chuckling against the warm skin of his neck. His careful bowtie placement was all messy now, skewed and crooked from Millie’s evil affection. She was hoping to get him all nice and messy before she stopped. He needed to see how amazing he was at his least dolled-up.

While his giggles were certainly music to her ears, she was looking for something with a bit more gusto. Millie wanted to really make him laugh.

Quickly spinning her husband around, she pushed him down onto their bed and grabbed his thighs. Moxxie’s eyes went as wide as saucers, but before he could say a word, her claws were wiggling into his sensitive skin.

“NAHAHAHO! MIHIHILIHIE PLEHEHEASE!” Moxxie’s precious giggles quickly rocketed up to loud, screeching cackles as Millie targeted his worst spot. He thrashed on the bed, ruining his hair and untucking his shirt in the process. She was quick to take advantage of that, slipping her tail underneath the fabric to tease his stomach once again.

“O-OHOHO MY SAHAHATAN!” Small tears of mirth gathered in the corners of his eyes, his cheeks stained a deeper, purple-ish red. The blush was adorable to Millie, though his tears showed she had gone far enough. She stilled her fingers, kissing his smiling lips.

“Ihihihi… oho cruhuhums…” Moxxie took a few deep, giggly breaths as he tried to regain his composure. That attack had come out of nowhere, but he didn’t exactly hate it. “Whahat was thahat for?”

“I already told ya, hon. You’re bein’ too hard on yourself.” Millie rolled off him, lying down beside her husband. He sighed, shaking his head.

“I juhust…I dunno, Millie. It’s just not enough. I need to be perfect.” She brushed a bit of his unruly hair back in place, humming. “I think you look pretty damn perfect right now, Mox. You’re only perfect when you’re you.”

Moxxie felt himself tear up at that. Millie was just…so herself. He thought she was perfect, so…maybe she was right. Leaning forward, he kissed her lovingly, his tail wrapping around hers.

Millie smiled into the soft embrace, cupping his face with one hand as the other held him close. He was so adorable just then: rosy cheeks, loving eyes, messy hair and love-drunk eyes. She could gaze at him for eternity and never tire of his most natural beauty.

“Uhum…what were we getting ready for again?” Moxxie asked as he pulled away, finally remembering that they had planned on going somewhere. It did kind of spoil the moment, but he genuinely couldn't remember.

“Well, I think…Blitz called us in? Somethin’ about a pop-up client.” Millie sighed, knowing that their boss was probably ready to kill them for not being there yet. She didn't regret a damn thing, of course; Moxxie was more important than work.

“Shit…you wanna get ready together?” Moxxie shrugged, offering the small moment. Millie looked him over one last time, taking in her perfectly amazing mess of a husband before nodding.

“Sounds good, Mox. But no spendin’ forever on silly things, got it?” She booped his nose for emphasis, wiggling a few sneaky fingers on his side. Moxxie giggled and jerked away, playfully glaring at her.

“Gohot it,” he agreed, sticking his tongue out with a smirk. Millie rolled her eyes before hopping off the bed as well, joining him by the mirror.

Moxxie looked into the reflective glass, seeing himself in near complete disarray. But, with Millie’s smiling figure by his side, loving every bit of him unconditionally, he couldn't help but like what he saw just that much more.

#hb tickle #lee!moxxie #ler!millie #ticklish!moxxie #sfw tickling community #tickle #tickle fic #helluva boss tickle #hb moxxie #hb millie #helluva boss #tickle fluff #fluff fic

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bethanyactually · 8 months

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George is leaving Horseshoe Bay for a few years and won't be around much to help Bess with the new UHistSo, which means that Victoria Fan is obviously going to step up, right? Especially since Jesse is already hanging out there a lot. Maybe Hannah will even pop back for the occasional consult.

#bringing back all my favorite supporting characters to the post-series HB in my head #anyone who writes fic please feel free to adopt these headcanons #nancy drew cw

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postitonasketchbook · 9 months

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Hobie and his Marlin (fic by @konigenblobbity )

(Sketches under the cut)

And the less edgy version

#more to come later #atsv #hb #fic characters #JJ #art #spiderverse #fic fanart

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knightinink · 5 months

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Summary: It's wintertime in Hell, and it's Blitzo and Fizzarolli's first time experiencing the snow together since they were little kids.

#first hb fic yea!#I've got so many more fics in the works #but we're starting it off with some blitzfizz!#blitzo #fizzarolli #blitzfizz #helluva boss #my writing

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journal-three · 4 months

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I've accidentally wrote 2 pages of a tau/helluva boss fic

#*thanos voice* fine. ill do it myself #helluva boss #transcendence au #i genuinely dont know if thisll go anywhere or ever get posted. I've never actually written a fic before #the title is literally 'tau/hb test'

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jixic · 1 year

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𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

Stolitz, Regressor!Stolas, Caregiver!Blitzø, tiny lil bit ooc

1.320 words

The palace was eerily quiet.

He knew no one besides Stolas and some sleeping servants were inside, But Blitzø couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated by the completely quiet, dark and absolutely humongous room.

He understood the Goetia’s were like 13 feet tall, but was it all really necessary?

Blitzø chuckled to himself, flinching when the noise echoed.

When they were kids he thought people were spilling a load of bullshit when they said you could never be taller than a Goetia. Now look at him, Stolas is one of the shorter Goetia’s and Blitzø still barely reaches his hips.

"Stolas? I'm here!" He yelled out, maybe if he caught Stolas's attention he'd turn the lights on. He waited, crossing his arms.

He groaned when there was no response, not even a 'blitzy!'. "Stolas! Asshole! Turn on the lights!" He tried again, but still no response sounded back.

"I guess i need to find his room myself.. again." Blitzø cracked his knuckles, setting off on his search.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't even remotely concerned. Stolas would never ignore him like this! Was he hurt? Taken? Dead?

"God forbid he already gagged himself.." Blitzø tried, an awkward smile crossing his features. Though it couldn't fight his growing worries.

"Stolas! Seriously! You're worrying me!" Blitzø yelled, biting on his nails. His tail wagged anxiously behind him. "If this is some kind of joke, it isn't funny! Tell me where you are Stolas!"

He vaguely remembered crossing this hallway before, he knew that picture of Stolas with Octavia. It was burned into his mind. Stolas looked so happy.

He froze. Was that crying?

It seemed he found Stolas's room.

"Stolas? Are you in there?" Blitzø knocked, though letting himself in either way. His question wasn't answered, but he could make out the silhouette of a curled up Stolas.

"Hey, it's me, you know, for our full moon arrangement? That was supposed to be tonight?"

Glowing red eyes peeked out from the curled up form, to examine the imp that had just entered.

"Bli… uhm." Finally a response! Blitzø could have cheered then and there. But why did he stop in the middle of his name?

"Stolas.. are you okay?" He asked, walking over to the prince. Admittedly, he now knew Stolas was alive and well just sitting on his bed. But now he was wondering why he was being ignored.

Stolas made little noises of thought, humming slightly. "Bli…zzz? Blis?" He tried, making said imp raise a brow.

Why was Stolas struggling with pronouncing his name? "It's Blitzø. Remember?" He sat next to the prince, looking at him with concern in his eyes.

There was a certain.. innocence to his look. How he stared at Blitzø with those big bug eyes of his. Completely wide and seemingly curious.

"Blisy!" The owl yelled, before throwing his weight onto the imp who fell back with a yelp.

He cuddled into Blitzø's chest, smiling happily.

Blitzø didn't get it, Stolas was currently seemingly so happy, so curious, so innocent.. so child-like… oh fuck.

The realization hit Blitzø like a brick to his forehead.

Stolas had told him about this before, just in case, but he hadn't actually seen it happen yet.

What was it.. regressing? Yes it had to be that! Stolas had mentioned it when they were talking at some point. Blitzø hadn't really made a point to remember it, thinking it'd never occur he needed to anyway.

And now here he sat, having absolutely no idea what to do while Stolas laid on him regressed.

Just his luck.

"Hey Stols, Are you uhm.." How was he even supposed to go about asking this?! Stolas looked up, something akin to innocence and child-like curiosity floating in those red eyes of his.

Blitzø always thought you could never tell how he felt with his eyes being one color and all. But the more he fell into the rabbit hole that was Stolas. The more he noticed the small ways his eyes would change.

He loved it.

"How old are you?" Blitzø decided on, ruffling through Stolas's feathers, the bird letting out something similar to a purr. Blitzø lightly chuckled.

Stolas responded with some humming, narrowing his eyes in focus. "Four!" He exclaimed happily.

Now, Blitzø wasn't a complete asshole, no, But he couldn't let this opportunity slide just like that.

"Oh? I really do have a little baby on my hands here." He teased, ever so gently as to not spark that uncomfortable feeling in Stolas he knew all too well.

Stolas pouted, sticking out his tongue. "Not a baby!" Blitzø laughed, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever gets you to sleep at night, Stols." Blitzø smiled, allowing the owl to cuddle closer. Stolas let out a content hoot, smiling brightly. “You’re actually being kinda cute.” Blitzø chuckled, tracing a few shapes on Stolas’s back.

Stolas pouted again, burying his face in the imp’s neck. “Not cute..” He muttered.

Blitzø barked out a laugh, pinching at the owl’s side to get some giggly hoots out of him. “Accept that you’re being all cute while cuddly like this.” The imp teased, taking the prince into a tight hug.

“Blisy!” Stolas exclaimed, trying to pry the imp off of him. Blitzø merely giggled in response.

“Especially with that little new found lisp of yours. I forgot you had one when you were little.” He merely teased further despite Stolas’s protests, poking at his cheeks.

“Cute little owlet with his silly little lisp.” Blitzø took on a baby voice, pressing a gentle kiss to the owl’s puffed out cheeks.

“Geez now i get why you like little kids so much, i’ve been doing this for like 5 minutes and i’m already having fun.” Blitzø said, honestly talking to himself more than he was to Stolas. He chuckled when Stolas tilted his head in confusion with a small hoot.

Blitzø cooed, receiving a whine in response. He gently lifted the owl up, so he could sit up himself in a more comfortable position.

As soon as he sat, Stolas immediately dropped his head back down onto Blitzø’s lap.

“Well i guess fuc…. screwing your brains out is off the table for now huh?” Stolas didn’t respond, merely cuddling further into the imp’s lap. Blitzø assumed he didn't understand what was being said, so he hugged the owl closer with a gentle giggle.

"Blisy.." Stolas mumbled, while reaching to cup Blitzø's cheeks. Blitzø laughed and gently pried the bird's determined hands away. "Yes hun, i'm here. Silly owlet."

Blitzø's eyes widened. He quietly laughed to himself when Stolas tilted his head in question.

"I've had you like this for so little yet i've already called you a variety of nicknames." He ruffled the owl's feathers. "You bring the sappiest out of me." He smiled, the soft smile turning to an amused grin when Stolas attempted an evil laugh.

An attempt that came out adorably.

"Nice try." Blitzø teased. Stolas pouted in response, shoving his head back into Blitzø's chest. "Better luck next time." Blitzø shrugged, smiling all the while.

The imp gently giggled when Stolas whined, gently pinching his feathered sides to get another sweet giggle out of him.

The two settled into a comforting silence, Blitzø stroking the owl's back while Stolas responded with small content hoots. As Blitzø allowed himself to drown in the peaceful expression the prince wore.

His eyes hit the dried up tears on Stolas's cheeks.

He'd honestly forgotten, the owl was crying when he came in. Whatever caused him to cry must have also caused… this. Blitzø couldn't fight the concern growing in him. But he couldn't bring himself to disturb the owl either.

He watched the owl fighting sleep for a bit longer, a desperate battle he could see. He chuckled when Stolas inevitably lost.

As the owl's soft breath evened out, Blitzø decided that would be a question for tomorrow.

#Helluva Boss #Stolitz #HB #Fandom agere #sfw agere #agere #regressor!Stolas #Caregiver!Blitzø #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss fic #agere fic #i promise i normally write better but this was self indulgent and i needed to get something out #i noticed a severe lack of regressor stolas and decided fix this immediatly with the worst fic i've ever written #enjoy

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