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@fizzapop
FizzaRolli of Helluva Boss
Loved dearly by Plum (she/they, 21+)
10+ years writing experience
follow my valentino sideblog! @veelentino
warnings: c-ptsd, eating disorders, various forms of abuse, agoraphobia and hypersexuality
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GOD i want a guy balls deep inside of me. rutting his hips against my crotch like hes desperate to thrust further even though im already so full of his cock
Born to be a boytoy forced to be a boyemployee
independent VALENTINO of HAZBIN HOTEL follows back from fizzapop / 21+
She is good, but she lies, she is hard on herself, she is broken and won't ask for help. She is messy, but she's kind, she is lonely most of the time.
Cottontail + She/Her + 30 𝐺𝑈𝐼𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑁𝐸𝑆 + 𝐴𝐵𝑂𝑈𝑇
uno reverse time. now it's fizz who has to get out of bed to go see mammon, but husk is not being cooperative.
There was a happy, impish squeak when the weight of Husk was pressed on top of him. He laughed and, despite pretending as if he were trying to escape the Overlord's grasp, mechanical arms wrapped around him; Fizz might have wanted to get up even less than Husk did. Leaving the dream that was Husk's arms and having to go work for Mammon was such a slap in the face of reality.
"Daddy, I have to leave soon-- I gotta go get my face on." Because it was only Husk who was allowed to see him bare; scars and all. The public nor Mammon needed to see just how banged up he was under all that makeup. "I mean, you bought me all that makeup. It'd be a shame if I never got to use it."
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HUSK, Hotel Bartender & Concierge | 1x04 - Masquerade
"Oh, I FORGOT — you're the wise-old bartender who's seen it all! Get the fuck over yourself and pour me a real drink."
i love me a man that's like "gimme a kiss" after i put lipgloss on like okay daddy whatever u want
"If I lay with you, will you finally go to sleep?" 👀
What was this? They weren't back together yet, Fizz was still building up his trust in Husk. He wanted it so bad; he wanted nothing more than to pretend like what happened simply didn't. Have Husk back, have his daddy back, their dynamic and love and the mind-blowing sex. But every time Fizz thought he could look past it, anxiety rose it's ugly head and drove him right back to the worry of 'what if?'
What if he left again?
But with or without defined boundaries, it seemed over the years apart, Husk hadn't forgotten the things he needed. Fizz had been wandering aimlessly around the hotel late into the night. Watching tv or finding a snack or simply mindlessly scrolling on his phone. The sinner had suggested he go to bed several times before escorting him up there himself.
Fizz sat cross-legged in his bed, picking at the hem of his sleep shirt. "... Yeah," he agreed with a little nod. "But only if you promise not to get up until I wake up too. I don't- I don't want to go to bed next to you and wake up alone." He'd already done that enough after Husk's disappearance.
@highstakcs
Drunk, in tears, clinging to Husk like his life depends on it. "I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH."
` okay, that's enough martinis that taste like sour candy. the kid sucks them down like his morning espresso and then he gets ... well. like this. absolutely wasted, completely overwhelmed by his own emotions. and sure, husk can't deny that it's adorable. his besotted little jester draped all over him, the makeup smearing on his sweet face from the tears, the drunken blush that shows even through the foundation. he's so incredibly needy and husk is a sucker for it.
` " I know, baby, I know, " he coos back, shifting his arms around his fizz to position him even closer and more secure. the little imp becomes liquid and loses the function of his spine in times like these. if husk didn't hold him up, the poor thing would pool into a puddle on the casino floor. he can't have that. he chuckles at the dramatic display, pressing kiss after kiss around the curve of his face.
` " you're feeling a lot right now, aren't you? hard to keep it all in? yeah, it's okay. but hey, guess what? I love you too. do you like hearing that? "
Fizz was far from sad; in fact, he was quite the opposite. He had managed to convince Mammon to give him the day off, giving him the opportunity to spend every moment with Husk at the casino, indulging in free drinks, savoring greasy food, and enjoying the company of his favorite person in Hell. He watched Husk play cards and sweep the pot. Played a game of pool with him (convinced that Husk had let him win). But then, something shifted. One minute, Fizz was downing delicious cocktails, and the next, he was overcome with emotion, finding himself clinging to Husk, tears streaming down his face.
His knees shook and buckled beneath his weight as he looked up at Husk with those big, vibrant green eyes. "Y-yes," Fizz sputtered and sniffled, wiping his face on the back of his arm. However, the metal wasn't much help in absorbing anything; it only smeared the eyeliner deeper into his pale foundation. "I just- I didn't think someone could love me like this, you know? After everything. What's under here." He gestured to-- well. Everywhere. Beneath the hats, behind the makeup, and under the sleeves, he was battered and scarred, afraid to reveal that the One and Only Sex-Icon FizzaRolli was not perfect. Yet, Husk saw through it all and his love seemed to only grow stronger for the trust placed in him.
Lack Of Sleep Starters
"You can barely stand!"
"When was the last time you slept?"
"You look like shit."
"What? Sorry, I'm a bit tired."
"I haven't been sleeping well."
"Come on, let's get you to bed."
"What did I tell you about pulling all-nighters?"
"You can't even keep your eyes open!"
"If I lay with you, will you finally go to sleep?"
"Okay, no more coffee."
"Bed time! Let's go!"
"My brain won't shut off."
"Huh? Oh! I'm awake!"
"I promise that I'm fine! It's only been a few nights!"
"I promise I'll sleep when I finish."
"Did you stay up all night?"
"I don't need sleep."
"Sleep is for the weak."
"Don't worry! Last time, I didn't sleep for a whole week! This is nothing!"
"I can't go to sleep."
"This is more important than sleep."
"You're going to make yourself sick."
"You need to rest."
"I'll come tuck you in."
"Why are you still awake?"
"Go to bed."
"You look exhausted."
"You should be sleeping."
"You're safe. You can rest now."
"I promise that you're safe. Please get some sleep."
"𝔚𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝔖𝘩𝑒𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚!"
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put your leg between her legs when you are kissing so she can rub herself against it
VALENTINO SEEMED UNPERTURBED BY FIZZ'S ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE, and he instead strolled across the room and sat down. Sitting Fizz down on top of his lap against one of his legs while a hand stroked along his back. "Of COURSE I am." He insists, reaching out to stroke along his cheek gently. "I don't bother with those bullshit fake ones." He drawls, drawing the imp closer to press a kiss to his temple.
Fizz pushed away from Valentino's chest, the urge to jump off his lap and flee was strong, yet he knew all too well the outcome; a swift pull back by his tail. "You're an asshole," he snapped, his face contorting in sudden distaste at the Overlord's affections. Normally, he basked in such attention, often seeking it out, but in moments like these, they seemed tainted with patronization. It was a harsh reminder of how Valentino likely viewed of him as nothing more than a pet. "But… Fine." It was simply easier to acquiesce. With his arms folded defiantly, Fizz made his stance clear. "Don't do it again."
❛ well? how do i look? ❜
Stretched out on Husk's bed, Fizz lay on his stomach, his robotic feet swinging carelessly while he awaited Husk's appearance in his new suit. Fizz was not one to covet material things, Husk was as handsome as he ever was no matter what he wore, yet the sight of Husk in his old, threadbare clothes was a far cry from the powerful figure etched in his memory. Fizz felt it was necessary for Husk's own self-image to wear something he was proud of again.
❛ well? how do i look? ❜
The Hellborn sat up instantly, his tail excitedly pounding down against the mattress, his hands purchased between his knees as he sat back on his heels. "Hot DAMN!" Fizz exclaimed. "Like the sexiest Sinner to ever appear in Hell." He crawled forward to the edge of the bed, an impish growl of interest escaping through a slight chatter of teeth. "Can I get a three-sixty?" Fizz twirled his finger in an invisible circle.
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(Robotic prosthetics and sand don't mesh well, so Fizz is just going to find somewhere sunny with @highstakcs , lay out in some lounge chairs and get drunk off frozen margaritas)
"who's my sweet boy?"
"Is it me?" Fizz's tail wagged vigorously, and his hands gently cradled the other side of Husk's face, allowing him to press his face up against Husk's cheek. He took a deep breath, an Impish instinct that Husk had evidently grown accustomed to. The sniffling and nibbling were part of his nature, a species unique to Hell. To Sinners who clung to their human traits despite their demonic transformations, these behaviors might seem odd or perhaps even slightly irritating. "You always smell so good, like..." Fizz's face was pressed into Husk's cheek again, but a little harder this time. "I dunno! Whiskey, and sandalwood and just good. They should make a cologne out of what your fur smells like."
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