I love these two so much!! If you haven't seen S2 - E6, I highly suggest you go do that right now.
These might contain spoilers, but nothing too big, I don't think
Fizzarolli
Lee:
He's a giggler!
While he usually wakes up first, on the rare days he doesn't, Ozzie will tickle him awake. Partly because he thinks the sleepy giggles are adorable, but also partly out of revenge for the air horns (it's not gonna stop Fizz from using them though)
With anyone else, he'll fight back, but with Ozzie, he enjoys it and finds it fun. He'll even go as far as to try and provoke him sometimes.
Worst spots are his sides and tail, he'll probably start flailing. If you're unfamiliar with how he reacts, it's easy for you to accidentally get swatted, but Oz knows him and knows just how to avoid the swinging limbs or wagging tail
The tip or 'blade' of his tail REALLY gets him kicking
Tummy gets him curling up and giggling, tail thumping against the floor happily
He even gets flustered and giggly when Oz starts kissing on his cheeks and forehead. Not the most ticklish place, but just enough to get him giggly and smiley
Ler:
Back when they were kids, Fizz used to go after Blitz all the time. He'd usually win most of their tickle fights
Now, his main target is Ozzie, even if he isn't able to get him most of the time, as Oz usually just turns the tables on him
With his extendable limbs, it's pretty easy for him to wrap up his victim and still get at their sides or tummy
This is usually how he gets Ozzie, the rare moments his attacks actually work
Has chased Ozzie around their room a couple times during a chaotic ler mood (Poor rooster is just such a big guy though, it's hard for him to get away)
Has only ever gotten Blitz once since they've made up, but Blitz is an assassin now and was very quick to escape and turn it back around on him
Asmodeus
Lee:
Usually isn't much of a lee, as Fizz is really the only one able to get close enough or catch him off guard
And even then, it only works if he's in the mood or if Fizz sneaks up on him
DEEP CHUCKLES DEEP LAUGH
Fizz absolutely adores his voice, especially when he laughs
He knows he could easily overpower the little imp, but why in Hell would he risk hurting his Fizzy or ruining his fun? He'd much rather sacrifice his sensitivity to Fizz to see him happy
If you get him good, he'll accidentally crow. This has only ever happened one time when Fizz snuck up on him and grabbed his hips. However it didnt last long because he IMMEDIATELY wrecked the imp afterward
Sometimes Fizz starts kissing (or even scritching under the chins of) the other two heads in Oz's fluff. It's not exactly super ticklish, but it has gotten a chuckle or two from the Prince, as it felt weird, and he'll usually gently pull Fizz away with a soft "stooop"
Worst spot is his hips
Ler:
oh boy
This man can be absolutely ruthless
It's easy for him to scoop Fizz up in one hand and tickle him with the other
If he's feeling evil, he'll go after Fizz's tail and hips
But he's also such a sweetheart though, the SECOND he hears Fizz so much as even start the word 'stop,' he stops. He'd feel so bad if he overwhelmed his little clown
When they're alone, he'll start peppering Fizz's face with little kisses, while his other two heads do the same to his neck (in a sfw way) and it gets him super flustered and giggly
Big fan of teases. He'll go for the cliché 'tickle tickle tickle,' and stuff, but he'll also make kissy noises, make that clawing hand motion right over Fizz's tummy, or make him ask for it. ("I don't understand what you want, Fizzy, you're going to have to ask")
He's got feathers, he's basically a demonic chicken man. Sometimes he molts (sheds) his feathers too. (see where I'm going with this?)
When he loses his feathers, all he's gotta say is, "You know, Fizzy, it's molting season," and the imp is either immediately running away or hopping up into his lap for the gentle tickles.
Just like Fizz, he gets chaotic Ler moods too. He can and WILL chase or hunt down his partner, which is sometimes a challenge. Yes, he might be bigger, but Fizz is also very good at outmaneuvering him
But jokes on Fizz, this just makes the attack worse when Ozzie finally catches him
On mornings when they don't have to work, when Fizz goes to get up and out of bed, Ozzie will just hold him close to his chest, not letting him up, and give morning tickles
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.
(maximum short text that came to my mind at 03:00 at night is sjsjsj [sorry, I'm tired so I'll write it short T^T])
Asmodeus: little baby come to bed and I can tickle you, you love to be tickled, yes you do, yes, don't lie to me baby you love my tickles and kisses.
Fizz: baby please-hahahaeee ahahah
Asmodeus: Please what? Can you please tickle me more? Okay get ready because I'm coming!!!
Fizzarolli: hahahahahahaha baby! stohohohp, I can't breathe!!!
Asmodeus: oh hmm I'm sorry baby forgive me but I miss your smile and laughter and I miss how much time you spend with me...
Fizzarolli: Awww baby you're sooo cuite but...
I have to pay back so... (sly grin) tickle tickle tickle Ozzie, you are so cuite, yes you are, yes you are, aww look at that sweet smile, ohh~ no don't try to escape~
Asmodeus: Fizzie, babyy please!!!! stohahahahapp
Fizz: (Blows raspberry)
Asmodeus: PFT-HAHAHAHAHA!!! Stoopp Fihihihizieee
Fizzarolli: ok, ok I'll stop
Asmodeus: thank you Fizzie
Fizzarolli: You're welcome Ozzie... Good night babe
Summary: After it's discovered that Mammon has stolen all three of the boys' credit cards, they decide to give him some payback.
A/N: hope i wrote all the characters right, i haven't played obey me in a while so - anyway, had a lot of fun writing this!
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"Are you serious, Beel? That's where my credit card went?!" Asmo gasped. He should've known...
Lucifer examined Mammon's nightstand, feeling a surge of rage when he saw a small compartment underneath the top, with three credit cards belonging to Asmo, Beel, and himself. Alongside it were a few dirty wrappers. Yuck...
"Our cards have been gone for weeks... Can't believe we didn't immediately think of Mammon." Beel sighed, rubbing his grumbling belly. Since he had no credit card to buy food, he'd been eating less than usual. Maybe that was a good thing. "I know exactly what I'm gonna do with this~" He snatched his card and began to head out of the room, but was interrupted by an angry Lucifer.
"Are we really going to allow him to get away with this? I can't count on one hand how many times he's stolen from me. I've recently tried to be lenient and give him the benefit of the doubt."
Asmo hummed, taking a seat on the bed. He scratched his head and assumed that Lucifer wanted to punish the thief he called a brother. "I've got no idea how, but we have to get him to stop this. Right?"
Beel nodded. "Yes, we do... But can it wait a few hours? I heard of a new buffet opening-"
"No." Lucifer interrupted, leaving a frown on Beel's face. "We're going to do this now. The idiot is asleep on the couch at the moment, this is the perfect time."
"What are we going to do? Put makeup on his face? Ooh, that sounds fun!~" Asmo cheered. Beel and Lucifer gave him an unapproving look.
Lucifer began to grin. "I have the perfect idea. Tickling. Works like a charm every. Single. Time. Poor Mammon has so many sweet spots."
"Huh? We're gonna gang up on him? That's unfair!" Asmo chuckled. "I'm only joking!"
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The three brothers stood over Mammon's sleepy body. He looked ridiculous. He was holding a pillow with one arm, putting the other one under his head. His legs were tangled in a blanket and he had a bit of drool coming from his mouth. It was like he was a bear during hibernation...
Asmo gently tugged the pillow out of his grip, causing his arm to fall down. He made a loud snore, which made Asmo jump. He thought he'd woken him up.
Lucifer took the liberty of beginning this punishment. He crept his hand into Mammon's exposed armpit, gently skittering his fingertips against the ticklish skin.
Mammon snorted, quickly waking up and clamping his arm down. Lucifer grinned, watching as the boy gained consciousness, also realizing what was happening.
"Wuhuhat the hell is thihehes? Gehet the hehell away from me!" Mammon shouted as Asmo went behind the couch and leaned over. He let his arms sway down onto Mammon's bare belly, scratching his nails and poking his belly button.
Mammon tried to fight back, throwing his hands all over the place, but Beel had already helped with grabbing and holding his wrists. "FuhUHUHAhahack! AHAHsmoHOHO, I SWehehAHAehear!"
"What about me? Asmo isn't even at your worst spot." Lucifer teased, jamming two fingers under both of his arms, making Mammon squeal and lay his head back in ticklish agony.
"TohOHOHOO MUHUHUHuhahuch! IHITS TOHOHOO MUHUHUCH!" He managed to shout. Half of the words he said were covered up by a squeals and laughter.
"Too much? You know what's too much, Mammon? The money you've spent on each of our cards." Lucifer growled, dragging his fingers down to Mammon's sides, kneading and prodding into both the spots.
Mammon kicked his feet freely, but that didn't seem to help him escape. He would need some free hands, which he didn't have - thanks to Beelzebub.
Asmo giggled watching as Mammon's face turned pinker and pinker every second he was being tickled. He sorta felt bad for him, though. He swore he had seen a tear fall from his face because of how ticklish he was.
"Alright, I think he's learned his lesson." He said, patting his belly gently. As a final tease, he pinched Mammon's waist, making his hips jolt.
"Think so?" Lucifer asked, taking his hands off his sides.
Beel let his wrists go and chuckled. Poor Mammon couldn't be bothered to move... He had to catch his breath first.
"You guhuys suh-huha suhuck!"
"No, you suck. This should be enough punishment to get it through your head. Stop. Taking. People's. Cards!" Lucifer sternly muttered.
Mammon nodded, holding his belly. "Ohokay! I wohon't! I prohohahomise..."
"We are not even tickling you... Quit laughing!" Asmo said, confused.
Mammon could still feel hands tickling his body, almost as if a ghost was still poking his sides and clawing at his underarms. Poor guy...
The three brothers soon decided that gang tickling wasn't enough.
Lucifer made his way back to Mammon's room and grabbed Mammon's card without any remorse.
"Beel. Where was that new buffet you were telling us about? I'm feeling a bit hungry... and expensive too."
