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~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 kiss 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.

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Ok so recently I got into the series helluva boss. I really wanted to write some lee!Blitzo so here it is! Hope you enjoy it lol.

Warnings: Heavy amount of cuss words as this is helluva boss, also this is a tickling fic so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling

Summery: Blitz is being an asshole of a boss like usual. While he and Moxxie fight, they find out something interesting about their beloved boss…

Blitzo was being an ass per usual. But Moxxie was getting the worst of his wrath like always. “I’ve told you a million fucking times Mox! You have to listen to your orders!” Blitzo scolded him. Moxxie rolled his eyes. “Sorry sir but you know damn well we had no choice but to leave”

 Blitzo was shaking with rage. “WE LOST A FUCKING CLIENT DIPSHIT!”

“Sir we would’ve gotten caught by humans!” Moxxie argued. Millie went to her husbands side. “Blitz you know he’s right. It would’ve over complicated things for no reason. I’m sure we’ll get many more clients down the line.

 Blitzo sighed. “That’s not the point here. I gave an order and Moxxie disobeyed. You listened Millie...”

Millie shrunk back at that, but Moxxie stepped forward.

“For fucks sake, don’t you dare bring my wife into this!”

“Ohh? Whatchu gonna do about it baby dick? Huh?” Blitzo teased his employee with a smirk.

 Moxxie finally snapped. He pounced on Blitzo, putting all his anger into it. The two struggled for a bit, both fighting to over power one another. At one point, Moxxie accidentally brushed his finger against Blitzo’s side. No one was prepared for the ungodly squeak that escaped the imps lips.

 They all stopped, both Moxxie and Millie staring at their boss in amused shock. Then a wide smirk grew on Moxxies face.

 “M-Mox… Moxxie… don’t even fuckin- AIE!” Moxxie poked his side, and Blitzo went into full defense mode. He shoved Moxxie off him and ran for it. “Oh no you don’t…” Moxxie muttered as he and Millie then raced after him. Blitzo didn’t know where he could possibly take cover. What was he afraid of anyway? It was just… “that thing.”

 Unfortunately he took too long, because Moxxie had jumped him again, this time from behind.

 They struggled for a moment, with Blitzo desperately trying to push off the smaller imp. But Moxxie began wiggling his fingers at his sides and Blitzo let out a giggle, the fingers weakening him as he was finally brought down. Moxxie took a seat on his back, but struggled because after all Blitzo was much bigger and stronger. “Let me help sweetie!” Millie offered with a devious grin, taking a seat right behind Moxxie to add weight.

 “Moxxie I swear to satan you better fucking let me go or else!” Blitzo threatened, still struggling under the pair. “No~ I think it was about time you learned to respect me more!”

 “Ohhhhohoho Moxxie you childish fuck…”

“I think you forget your place here. You’re at our mercy now!” Moxxie wiggled his fingers with a smirk.

“No fucking way!” Blitzo yelled defiantly. Oh satan, they all knew his pride and ego would be the death of him eventually.

 Moxxie then began digging gently into his sides. “GYAH! M-Mohohoxxihihiee yohohou tihihihiny fuhuhuck!!” Blitzo managed as he tried catching the attackers hands.

 “What did you call me!?“ He demanded, digging harder.

“YoOHohu heheAHERd MEHehe!” Blitzos ego really would be the death of him. Moxxie shoved a hand under his belly, digging in, making Blitz giggle even harder. Soon it got boring so Moxxie changed spots to Blitzo’s armpits. Their boss then finally dissolved into pure and uncontrollable laughter. The couple stared in awe. Usually Blitzo’s laugh was more maniacal, teasing, and obnoxious. But this was more genuine and happy. Childish even.

 “Aw your laugh it’s so sweet Blitz!” Millie cooed, making Blitzo thrash harder and his face heat up.

“SHUHUT THE FUHUHUCK UHUHUP!” He cried.

Moxxie pretended to gasp in shock. “Well I never! Millie get his thighs.”

 “W-WAITWAITWAHAHAHAHA-“ That was it. As soon as Millie began squeezing the back of his thighs Blitz was completely and utterly lost.

 “Bad spot huh?” Moxxie grinned in a teasing tone as the imp pounded his fist against the floor with his laughter having gone silent.

Since they didn’t want to kill the poor demon, Moxxie gestured for Millie to stop.

 Blitz had a hard time catching his breath, breathing as if he was hyperventilating. Soon he was able to manage speech. “Y-yohohu… w-whehen ihih- geheht myhy hahands ohon…” he couldn’t form any more words as he continued giggling excessively.

 “I think we broke the poor guy.” Millie commented with a frown. “Nah he’s fine.” Moxxie reasoned. “At least now he knows what will happen when he messes with me.”

Let’s just say Blitzo got his revenge soon after.