#fizzmodeus x reader

Your phone rang, interrupting your inventory, and you smiled when you saw Fizz's name on the screen.

"Hey," you answered, climbing down from the step stool. "You guys done already?"

"Almost!" Fizz's voice came through with that manic energy that meant he was still riding the high from performing. "Ozzie's wrapping up some paperwork, but I'm freeee! Which means I get to make important executive decisions!"

"Executive decisions about what?" you asked, already smiling at his enthusiasm.

"Dinner! Well, late dinner. Very late dinner. Post-show snacks? Whatever, semantics!" You could hear him moving, probably bouncing around backstage. "I have been authorized by Big Daddy himself to acquire sustenance using his magical plastic rectangle of infinite money!"

"You stole his credit card again, didn't you?"

"Borrowed! I borrowed it! With implied permission! He said, and I quote, 'Get whatever you want, just make sure she eats something,' so really, I'm following orders!" There was a pause. "Okay he actually said 'grab food on the way home' but I'm choosing to interpret that as carte blanche to order everything!"

"Fizzy—"

"So! What does my beautiful, wonderful, amazing cutie want for dinner? And before you say 'I don't mind,' I will remind you that's not an acceptable answer! Pick something! Anything! The Seven Rings are your oyster! Well, not literally, unless you want oysters? Do you want oysters?"

You laughed, settling onto one of the kitchen stools. "I don't know what I want. What are the options?"

"Everything! Anything! I'm looking at Hellber-Eats right now and there are approximately one million restaurants! We could get that barbecue place from Wrath! Or the noodle place from Gluttony! Oh, or there's this new place that does those little dumpling things you liked!"

"Those were good," you admitted.

"See? Progress! We're narrowing it down! Dumplings are on the maybe list!" You could hear tapping, probably Fizz scrolling through options. "Ooh, or sushi! There's a place that is supposed to be amazing! The reviews say it's 'to die for' which, given that we're in hell, is a significant endorsement!"

"Sushi does sound good," you said, and you could practically hear Fizz's grin through the phone.

"Sushi it is! I'm ordering everything! All of it! Every single roll!"

"Fizz, that's too much—"

"Nonsense! There's no such thing as too much! We'll have leftovers! Leftovers are a gift to future us! Future us will be so grateful to past us for this abundance!" More tapping sounds. "Okay, I'm getting the rainbow roll, the dragon roll, the volcano roll—is that a weird name for sushi? That seems weird—the California roll even though we're not in California, some sashimi because I'm fancy, those little fried things—"

"Tempura?"

"Yes! Those! Tempura everything! Shrimp, vegetables, probably some things I can't identify! Oh, and edamame because that's healthy and Ozzie will appreciate that I'm making responsible choices!"

"Ordering thirty sushi rolls is not a responsible choice."

"It's a delicious choice! There's a difference!" Fizz paused. "Okay, I'm also getting that miso soup you like and some of those little rice ball things. Onigiri! That's the word! I'm culturally educated!"

"You're something," you said fondly.

"I'm delightful!" Fizz corrected. "Okay, order placed! It'll be delivered to the palace in like thirty minutes! I'm gonna finish up here and head home. Ozzie's probably gonna take another twenty minutes because he's fussy about his paperwork—"

"I can hear you!" Ozzie's voice came faintly through the phone.

"I said you were thorough and detail-oriented!" Fizz called back. Then, to you "See you soon, cutie! Don't start trouble without me!"

"Wouldn't dream of it," you said, smiling.

"See you soon! Bye!" He hung up before you could respond.

You were just finishing up your grocery list when you heard the front door open. Your heart did that little flutter it always did when either of them came home, and you hopped off the stool to go greet whoever it was.

Ozzie was in the entryway, already in the process of removing his accessories—the extra decorative elements he wore for public appearances. He looked tired but content.

"Hey Big Guy." you said softly, and his entire face lit up when he saw.

"Little one," he rumbled warmly. "There you are."

He crossed the space between you in just a few strides, and you found yourself looking way, way up at him. Sometimes you forgot just how massive he was until moments like this, when his presence filled the entire room.

His hand came up, and one enormous finger very gently brushed your hair back from your forehead. The gesture was so tender, so careful, and then his finger moved to stroke your cheek. His touch was warm, gentle, mindful of the size difference.

"How was your day?" he asked, his voice soft in that way it only got in private, when the persona fell away.

"Good," you said, leaning into his touch. "Quiet. I've been making a grocery list. And cleaning a bit."

Ozzie's expression shifted immediately, his face flickering with what looked like concern mixed with exasperation. "Cleaning? Little one, we have staff for that. Multiple staff members whose literal job is cleaning."

"I know," you said. "But I don't mind. It's not like I deep cleaned or anything. Just... tidied up a bit. Organized some things."

"You don't need to do that," Ozzie said, and there was something almost distressed in his tone. "You're not here to work. You're here because—" He paused, seeming to struggle with the words. "Because we want you here. Because you're important to us. Not because we need a housekeeper."

"I know that," you assured him quickly. "I wasn't cleaning because I thought I had to. I was cleaning because I wanted to. Because it helps me feel useful. And because..." You hesitated. "It saves you money? On cleaning staff?"

Ozzie stared at you for a long moment, and then he started laughing. Not a mean laugh, but genuine, warm amusement that made his eyes dance.

"Little one," he said once he'd recovered. "Money is not a problem. At all. Even remotely. I am the Sin of Lust. I run the most successful club in the Lust Ring. I manufacture products that are sold across all Seven Rings. Money is quite possibly the least of my concerns."

"Oh," you said, feeling your face heat. "Right. I knew that. Intellectually. But I still don't want to be... wasteful? Or take advantage?"

Ozzie's expression softened, and he very carefully cupped your face in his hand—or rather, you fit in his palm like he was holding something precious. "You could never take advantage. If anything, Fizz and I are trying very hard not to overwhelm you with how much we want to spoil you."

"Spoil me? You know I dont need that." you repeated.

"Mmhmm," Ozzie confirmed. "Fizz already has a list of things he wants to buy you. I've had to talk him down from some of the more extravagant options at least three times this week."

"What kind of extravagant options?"

"He wanted to commission a custom wardrobe from one of the Lust Ring's top designers," Ozzie said dryly. "The entire consultation alone was going to cost more than most demons make in a year."

"Ozzie, thats far far too much!" you said, scandalized.

"I know. I told him we should start smaller. Maybe just a few nice pieces instead of an entire wardrobe." Ozzie's grin was slightly sheepish. "He's currently compromising by secretly ordering things online and having them delivered when he thinks I'm not paying attention."

"You know he does that?"

"I get notifications every time my credit card is used," Ozzie said. "I'm choosing to allow it because watching him try to be sneaky is adorable, and because he has excellent taste. Everything he's ordered for you has been beautiful, besides its a joint account."

You didn't know what to say to that. The idea that they wanted to spoil you, that they were actively trying to buy you things and make you happy, was overwhelming in the best way.

"You don't have to buy me things," you said quietly. "I'm happy just being here. With both of you."

"We know," Ozzie said gently. "But we want to. Because taking care of the people we—" He paused. "—the people we care about makes us happy. So let us spoil you a little bit. Please?"

The way he said it, like it was important to him, like he needed you to accept it—you couldn't say no.

"Okay," you said. "A little bit. But nothing too extravagant."

"Fizz is going to be so disappointed," Ozzie said, but he was smiling. "He already has a jewelry consultation scheduled for next week."

"Ozzie!"

"I'm kidding!" Ozzie said, though his expression suggested he might not be entirely kidding. "Mostly kidding. Sixty percent kidding."

Before you could respond, you heard the front door open again, followed by Fizz's voice calling out "Food has arrived! I come bearing gifts of fish and rice! Prepare to be amazed by my ability to spend obscene amounts of money on raw fish!"

The dining room table was quickly covered in an truly absurd amount of sushi. Fizz hadn't been exaggerating when he said he'd ordered everything—there were at least fifteen different rolls, several orders of sashimi, tempura that was still steaming, miso soup, edamame, onigiri, and several items you couldn't immediately identify.

"Froggie," Ozzie said, looking at the spread with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "This is enough food for twenty people."

"Or three very hungry people!" Fizz countered, already settling at the table with his usual chaotic energy. "Plus leftovers! I told cutie, future us will thank present us!"

"Future us is going to be eating sushi for a week," Ozzie said, but he was already sitting down, carefully arranging himself at the table.

You settled between them, looking at the variety of options. "I don't even know where to start."

"Start here!" Fizz said, immediately putting several pieces on your plate. "This is the rainbow roll—it's got like seven different fish on it, very aesthetic, very delicious. And this one is the dragon roll, which has eel and is topped with avocado and looks cool. And this one—"

"Fizz, let her choose," Ozzie said gently.

"I'm helping her choose!" Fizz protested. "There are too many options! This is a guidance service I'm providing! Very valuable!"

Despite his protests, he did stop adding to your plate, instead turning his attention to his own food. You watched with amusement as he tried to use chopsticks with his mechanical hands—the precision was there, but he kept adjusting his grip like he wasn't quite sure how much pressure to use.

"These are harder than they look," Fizz muttered, successfully picking up a piece of sushi only to have it fall apart halfway to his mouth. "Who invented these? Chopsticks are a conspiracy to make eating difficult!"

"You juggle flaming pins for a living," Ozzie pointed out.

"That's different! Flaming pins are designed to be thrown! Chopsticks are designed by sadists!"

You giggled, successfully managing your own chopsticks to eat a piece of the rainbow roll. It was delicious—fresh and flavorful and nothing like any sushi you'd had on Earth.

"Good?" Fizz asked, watching you with bright, attentive eyes.

"Really good," you confirmed. "You did good with the order."

"See?" Fizz said to Ozzie. "I made excellent choices! I'm a decision-making genius!"

"You ordered enough food to feed a small army," Ozzie said dryly.

"A well-fed small army!" Fizz corrected.

The meal continued with easy conversation, the three of you sharing food and stories from your day. Fizz recounted a moment during his performance where he'd nearly dropped a juggling pin and had to improvise an entire bit around it. Ozzie talked about some new product designs his factory was developing. You told them about your grocery list project, which led to a fifteen-minute discussion about snack preferences.

You were reaching for another piece of sushi when you noticed movement from the corner of your eye. One of the Quevies—the troublemaker one, you'd learned to recognize them all by now—had crept up to the table and was staring at Fizz with big, pleading eyes.

Fizz, without even pausing his conversation with Ozzie, picked up a piece of sashimi and dropped it down to the Quevy, who caught it with a happy little chirp.

"Babe" Ozzie said warningly.

"What?" Fizz asked innocently, even as another Quevy approached and he handed over another piece.

"You're feeding them table scraps again."

"It's fish! Fish is healthy! I'm promoting good nutrition for the babies!"

"They have their own food," Ozzie pointed out.

"But this fish is fancy!" Fizz argued. "I paid good money for this fish! The babies deserve fancy fish too!"

More Quevies were appearing now, drawn by the promise of treats. Soon there were five of them clustered around Fizz's chair, all looking up with varying degrees of desperation.

"You're creating a pack of monsters," Ozzie said, but there was no real heat in it. "They're going to expect fancy sushi every night now."

"Good! They should have high standards! I'm teaching them self-worth!" Fizz dropped several more pieces to the increasingly excited Quevies.

Even Precious had wheeled over in her little wheelchair, positioning herself hopefully near the table. Fizz immediately gave her two pieces, which she accepted with regal dignity.

"You're spoiling them," you said, amused.

"I spoil everyone I care about!" Fizz declared. "It's my love language! Excessive gift-giving and feeding behavior!"

"Your love language is chaos," Ozzie corrected.

"Chaotic gift-giving!" Fizz amended. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to distribute fish to my adoring fans."

By the time the meal was finished, the Quevies had eaten almost as much as you had, and Fizz looked enormously pleased with himself despite Ozzie's long-suffering sighs.

Later, after the sushi had been packed away, there were indeed enough leftovers for several days, after the Quevies had been corralled back to their sleeping area, after you'd all gotten ready for bed—you found yourself in the massive round bed.

It had become routine now, this nighttime ritual. You'd change into sleep clothes, brush your teeth, go through all the normal bedtime motions. And then you'd all settle into bed together—usually with you somewhere in the middle, Ozzie taking up a significant portion of the space, and Fizz sprawling wherever he could find room.

You were already under the covers, settled in the pillows, when Fizz's head emerged from under the mass of blankets with his usual energetic chaos.

"Okay, so I've been thinking—dangerous, I know, what if we got a Quevy-sized obstacle course? Like, tiny hoops and tunnels and—" He stopped mid-sentence when his eyes landed on you. "—and I just forgot what I was talking about because you look really cute right now."

Your face immediately heated. "I'm just... in bed. Like normal."

"Yeah, but you're in our bed," Fizz said, and there was something in his tone that made your stomach flip. "In that shirt that's definitely mine, by the way. I noticed. I notice everything. Very observant, that's me."

He settled next to you, and you could feel the heat radiating from him. One of his mechanical hands reached out to touch your arm, the movement casual but deliberate.

Ozzie was already in bed on your other side, propped up against the headboard, his expression a soft, intimate glow. He wasn't saying anything, just watching with those knowing eyes, and somehow that made you feel bashful.

"So!" Fizz continued, his voice taking on that rapid-fire quality that could have been excitement or nerves or both. "This is cozy! Very cozy! You comfortable, cutie?"

"I'm comfortable," you managed, though your voice came out quieter than intended.

"Good! Great! Fantastic!" Fizz's hand moved from your arm to your waist, and you felt your breath hitch at the touch. "I'm comfortable too. Very comfortable. So comfortable I might just—" He shifted closer, his face now inches from yours. "—stay right here."

You could see the way his eyes kept darting down to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze. The nervous energy was still there, but there was something else now too. Something heated and wanting that made you swallow thickly.

"You're staring," you whispered.

"You're really pretty," Fizz said immediately. "I'm allowed to stare. It's in the handbook. Staring at your gorgeous girl is not only allowed but encouraged.'"

"I don't think that's a real handbook," you said, but you were smiling despite yourself.

You turned your head slightly and Fizz met you halfway. The kiss started soft—tentative on your part—but he responded with that familiar chaotic enthusiasm tempered by care. Fizz's raspy voice humming approval against your lips as his tongue brushed yours playfully, tasting faintly of sour candy and smoke.

The kiss lingered, growing slower and more intent, mouths moving together in a warm, unhurried rhythm that made everything else fade.

While the kiss stretched on, your fingers brushed against his. Slowly, almost shyly at first, you traced the lines of his mechanical fingers—feeling the smooth metal joints. Fizz made a soft, surprised sound into the kiss, then mirrored you.

His fingertips danced lightly over yours, tracing each knuckle and the delicate skin between them with surprising gentleness, as if committing every detail to memory. The slow exploration sent little sparks through you both.

Gradually, your fingers slid together and intertwined, squeezing gently.

Fizz’s grip tightened just enough to feel secure, his thumb brushing back and forth over the back of your hand in a soothing rhythm that matched the slow slide of his tongue against yours.

When you finally pulled back for air, cheeks burning, Fizz grinned wide, pink eyes sparkling even as a tiny nervous twitch flicked through his tail.

“I've been thinking about this for so long Cutie.” he said, One of his hands came up to cup your face, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the mechanical nature of his prosthetics, while the other hand on your waist, pressed in slightly like he needed to confirm you were real.

He kissed you again, this time deeper, exploratory, and you found yourself pressing closer to him, your hands coming up to grip his shirt.

Fizz made a small sound against your mouth, something between a moan and a whimper, and his hand on your waist slid slightly lower, fingers spreading across your hip. Even through the fabric of your shirt and sleep shorts, his touch felt electric.

When you broke apart this time, you were both flushed and breathing hard. Fizz's eyes were dark, his usual manic energy channeled into something more focused, more intense.

"You're so—" He stopped, seeming to struggle for words. "I want—can I—" His hand on your hip tightened slightly. "There's so much I want to do right now. So many things I've been thinking about. You have no idea how many things."

Your hand came up to touch his face, and he immediately leaned into the contact, his eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.

"I'm a little nervous," you admitted quietly.

Fizz's eyes opened, something vulnerable flickering across his face before his expression shifted to concern. "Hey, we don't have to—look just because i said—if you're not ready cutie, we can just—"

"I didn't say I didn't want to," you interrupted, your face heating. "I just... You're both so... experienced, and I don't want to mess up or—"

"Cutie," Fizz said, and his voice had gone soft in a way it rarely did. "You couldn't mess this up if you tried. Trust me. Just being here with you is—" He seemed to struggle with the words again. "Everything."

Ozzie's hand came to rest on your back, warm and grounding. "He's right, little one. There's no wrong way to do any of this."

Encouraged by their words, you let yourself relax slightly. Fizz took that as permission to continue, his hand sliding under your shirt to trace patterns on your side.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his fingers dancing along your ribs.

"Yes," you breathed, and Fizz's grin returned, sharper now.

"Good. Because I've got a lot of ground to cover." His hand slid higher, thumb brushing just under the curve of your breast. "And I'm very thorough. Very detail-oriented when I want to be. Which I definitely want to be right now."

He leaned in to kiss you again, this time trailing his lips from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck. The sensation made you gasp, your hands tightening in his shirt, and you felt him smile against your skin.

"You make the best sounds," Fizz murmured against your neck. "Been wondering what you'd sound like. Thought about it a lot. Like, a concerning amount. Ozzie can confirm."

"I can," Ozzie said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement mixed with heat. "He's been quite distracted lately."

"Can you blame me?" Fizz asked, pulling back to look at you, his expression intense. "Look at her, Oz. She's—" His hand slid back down to your waist, then tentatively to your thigh, his touch feather-light, his eyes searching your face.

"Too much?" he asked softly.

Your face was burning, but you shook your head, and Fizz's hand settled more firmly on your thigh, his mechanical fingers warm through the thin fabric of your shorts.

"You're so soft," he said, something like awe in his voice. "Everything about you is so soft and—" His hand squeezed gently, and you felt his breath hitch. "Fuck, you're really ...you're really letting me touch you."

"Where else do you want to touch?" you asked, your face flushing at the boldness of the words.

Fizz's eyes went wide, then darkened. "Everywhere," he said honestly. "I want to touch everywhere. Want to learn every part of you. Want to know what makes you gasp, what makes you moan, what makes you—"

His hand started sliding higher on your thigh, and you felt yourself tense—not from fear, but from anticipation mixed with nervousness.

"Fizz—" You struggled for words. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do... Well ok no I kinda do... I just ... My hands are just... here." You gestured awkwardly with your hands that were still gripping his shirt

"You can touch me," Fizz said, his voice going rough as he unbuttoned the little heart buttons on his pajama top. "Please ... I'm like dying here, cutie. Touch me anywhere. Everywhere. I'm not picky."

Tentatively, you let your hands settle on his chest. His skin was warm under your palms, you could feel his heartbeat, rapid and strong, matching your own frantic rhythm.

"Is this okay?" you asked, your fingers tracing the lines where red and white intersected, where scars met skin.

"Better than okay," Fizz said, his voice strained. "That's—yeah. Keep doing that."

Encouraged, you let your hands explore more freely, mapping the planes of his chest, the dip of his waist, feeling the way he shivered under your touch. When your fingers brushed over one of his shoulders, where flesh met metal, Fizz made a sound that was definitely a moan.

"Too sensitive?" you asked, jerking you hand back between you.

When you glanced sideways you caught Ozzie watching the two of you with that heated, indulgent gaze, your nerves spiked. You buried your head against Fizz’s shoulder, hiding your burning face in the crook of his neck, a small embarrassed whimper escaping you.

Fizz let out a soft, surprised laugh that vibrated against your cheek, though you could feel the faint tremble in his frame too. “Hey … where’d you go, cutie?” he teased gently, voice cracking even as he tried to sound confident. “Don’t hide that pretty face. Oz is just enjoying the show — aren’t you, big daddy?”

Ozzie chuckled low and warm, the sound rich and reassuring as his large hand stroked slowly down Fizz’s back. “I am,” he rumbled, voice like velvet. “You two look beautiful together. So shy and sweet… Look at her hiding, Fizzy — she’s so adorable when she gets flustered.”

When you pulled back Fizz’s eyes searched yours for a long moment, that intense, wanting look still flickering with a hint of his usual chaotic energy. “Can I…?” he asked again, voice dropping lower, almost reverent.

His thumb brushed slow circles over your hip, waiting, always waiting for your answer even when his tail was lashing with barely-contained excitement behind him.

You nodded, breath shallow. “Yes.”

The grin that broke across his face was bright and a little shaky. “Fuck yeah— I mean, good! Great choice, cutie. Best choice.”

He shifted so he was leaning over you more fully, careful not to crowd you too fast. One mechanical hand stayed at your waist while his fingers hooked gently under the waistband of your sleep shorts. He paused there, eyes flicking up to meet yours again.

“Gonna take this off now, okay?” he murmured, voice raspy and soft. “Nice and slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

You whispered your agreement, and Fizz let out a small, delighted sound. he peeled them down your legs slowly, kissing every bit of skin he uncovered—your hip, the top of your thigh, the inside of your knee. Once they were gone, he settled between your parted legs, his mechanical hands sliding up your thighs with feather-light pressure, his gaze locked on you like you were the most mesmerizing thing he’d ever seen.

“Shit… look at you,” he breathed, voice cracking just a little. “So pretty. So fucking pretty it hurts.”

His hands returned, both of them now, tracing the newly bared skin with surprising patience. He watched every reaction, cataloguing it—your little gasps, the way your back arched, the way your thighs pressed together.

Ozzie remained quiet on your other side, but you could feel the weight of his warm gaze. One of his large fingers rested lightly on your arm, a steady, grounding presence, offering silent approval as he watched Fizz explore you with such care.

Fizz’s tail curled around your ankle, the spade tip stroking gently up and down your calf as he moved. eyes flicking up to yours once more.

One of his hands moved with aching slowness, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh before finally reaching their destination. He traced gently, reverently—first with just the pads of two fingers, gliding through warmth, learning the shape of you, watching your face the whole time, attuned to every hitch in your breath and every small twitch of your hips.

"Amazing... your amazing Cutie” he murmured, voice low and raspy. His touch stayed careful, exploratory, never rushing. His thumb joined in, pressing soft, lazy circles. Every movement was deliberate, almost tender, as if he was memorizing you by touch alone.

You could feel Ozzie shift slightly beside you, his hand sliding to your thigh, thumb brushing just beside where Fizz was touching you, adding another layer of warmth and sensation without taking over.

Fizz leaned in again, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. This one was slower than before—gentle and unhurried, his mouth moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache. His mechanical fingers never stopped, circling in slow, lazy loops that sent warm sparks through your body.

Ozzie’s finger gently carded through your hair, brushing the strands back from your face with surprising delicacy. The gesture was soothing, grounding—his touch full of quiet affection as he watched the two of you with those warm glowing eyes.

Fizz didn’t look away from your face, his pink gaze stayed fixed on you. “You’re shaking,” he murmured, voice thick with concern.

You laced your fingers through his and lifted your joined hands into his field of vision. “So are you Fizzy—see?” Your fingers gliding down to his wrist and rubbing soothing circles.

Fizz gave a small, nervous laugh that came out more like a whimper. “I just… I want this to feel perfect for you. Every single touch. If I do anything that doesn’t feel right, you gotta tell me right away, okay? I’ll stop. I swear.”

He leaned in and pressed another soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then to your cheek, all while his fingers continued their tender exploration—never rushing, never pressing too hard, just learning you with that same loving focus. Ozzie’s finger moved back to gentle stroke your hair, offering silent reassurance as Fizz watched your every reaction like it was the most important thing in the world.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, he shifted his hips forward, lining himself up against you. The blunt head of him pressed ever so slightly against you, a gentle nudge that made you gasp at the intimate contact.

He froze instantly.

Every muscle in his body locked up, tail going rigid behind him. “Shit—sorry, sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking with worry. His pink eyes were wide, searching your face frantically. “Was that too much? I can stop, we can—”

“Froggie,” Ozzie’s deep, velvety voice rumbled from your side, calm and reassuring. His hand slid from your hair down to rest gently on Fizz’s lower back, offering steady guidance. “She gasped for the same reasons I do. Breathe Fizzy Frog. You’re doing beautifully.”

Fizz swallowed hard, nodding quickly, the nervous twitch in his tail easing just a fraction under Ozzie’s touch and words. “Okay… okay, yeah. Got it.” He leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, then another to the tip of your nose, murmuring praise into your skin.

With Ozzie’s quiet encouragement guiding him, Fizz pressed forward again—agonizingly slow, inch by careful inch. His mechanical hand moved to your hip, thumb stroking soothing circles, while the other braced beside your head. Every tiny movement was accompanied by more soft kisses, to your mouth, your jaw, the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“Your—nghh—fucking incredible,” he whispered between kisses, voice hoarse with emotion. “So warm… so… fuck.”

Ozzie continued murmuring low praise from beside you, his deep tone wrapping around both of you like a warm blanket. “That's it babe. Nice and easy. Listen to her breathing… Keep going just like that.”

When Fizz was finally fully seated inside you, buried to the hilt in that tight, fluttering heat, he let out a shaky, broken moan against your mouth. Both of you were trembling, bodies pressed close, hearts racing in sync.

You shyly nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hiding your flushed face again, breathing in his familiar scent of smoke and sour candy mixed with the clean warmth of his skin. Your arms came up to wrap around his neck, holding him close as you pressed soft, almost timid kisses along the side of his throat.

Fizz made a soft, overwhelmed sound and buried his face in your hair, one mechanical arm sliding under your back to pull you even closer while the other hand gently cupped the back of your head. “Oh, cutie… you’re so ... so much better then i imagined.” he whispered, voice thick and adoring. “I love this… just ... OH SATAN ... just this.”

Ozzie leaned in to press a slow, tender kiss to your temple. “That’s it, Little one,” he murmured warmly. “There’s nothing sweeter than this, you look like a masterpiece.”

Fizz stayed perfectly still for a long moment, savoring the closeness, peppering your neck and shoulder with the gentlest kisses while his tail stroked lovingly along your thigh. The trembling slowly eased into a shared, contented warmth as you remained nuzzled against him, safe and cherished between your two men.

Your thumbs stroked Fizz’s cheeks in wide, gentle arches, tracing the smooth lines of his face as your breath came out in soft little pants and quiet groans. “You’re beautiful,” you managed between shaky breaths, voice breathy and full of feeling. “So beautiful Fizzy.”

Fizz’s pink eyes fluttered at your words, a soft, overwhelmed sound escaping him as he leaned into your touch. “Me? Beautiful?” he rasped, voice cracking with a mix of disbelief and delight. “Cutie, stoppppp, you’re gonna make me cry.”

Ozzie’s deep, velvety voice rolled beside you like warm honey. “Look at you two… so sweet together. Such artistry” With infinite care he used one of his fingers to gently hook your leg, the one closest to him outward, easing it a little closer toward his body. Your leg spreading just that bit further beneath Fizz, opening you up further while keeping everything slow and intimate.

“There we go… nice and easy. You ok babe ?”

"Yea.. M'ok" You nodded, eyes half-lidded.

Fizz carefully cupped your cheek with one mechanical hand and gently guided your head back and down to the pillows below. His glowing pink eyes searched yours with adoring intensity before he nuzzled his face softly against your nose—an affectionate little rub, warm and playful.

“Our gorgeous little cutie,” he whispered, voice raspy and thick with emotion. “Wanna see your face, gotta make sure I’m doing this jussstttt right.”

He started moving then—very shallow, careful rolls of his hips. Barely pulling out before pressing back in, keeping himself nestled deep inside you with gentle, thrusts that rocked you both together.

Ozzie leaned in closer from your other side, his massive frame radiating warmth. His deep, velvety voice dropped to a low, intimate whisper meant only for Fizz—something soft and encouraging that you can't make out.

Whatever it was, Fizz’s expression lit up instantly, the nervous tension melting from his shoulders as a grateful little smile tugged at his lips. He nodded once, eyes never leaving your face.

“Got it, Oz,” Fizz murmured back, voice thick with affection.

One of his mechanical hands slid between your bodies. His fingertips found your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing slow, gentle circles. The added stimulation sent a fresh wave of heat building low in your belly—warm, coiling pleasure that made you flutter around him.

Fizz groaned softly, forehead resting against yours as he kept up those tender thrusts and the steady rub of his fingers. “That feel good, cutie?" His voice was raspy and adoring, full of that rapid-fire warmth even when he was trying to stay gentle.

"So good—ahh—So fucking good" you groaned, arching into Fizz as the heat in your belly tightening deliciously with every rock of his hips and every careful circle of his fingers.

Ozzie’s finger stayed on your thigh, holding you gently while he pressing slow kisses to your shoulder, cheek, forehead and Fizz's mouth, murmuring low words of praise that wrapped around both of you.

“Beautiful indeed,” Ozzie rumbled softly, his tone full of sensual approval. “Froggie is taking such good care of you…You’re a marvel little one.”

Fizz nuzzled his nose against yours, breath mingling in warm little puffs as his fingers kept up their gentle rhythm and his hips continued rolling into you in waves. “Hear that? Oz thinks we’re beautiful too,” he whispered, voice trembling with pleasure. “But you — you’re the most beautiful thing in any ring. Our cutie…We’ve got you babe.”

The pleasure continued to build low in your belly, sweet and steady, fueled by Fizz’s careful touches, his soft praises, and the reassuring presence of Ozzie beside you.

Ozzie’s massive finger gently brushed along your cheek, warm and grounding. “That’s it, little one,” he murmured, voice deep and velvety with affection. “You’re doing so well.”

You leaned into his touch with a soft sigh, eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. Little sounds spilled from your mouth without control—as your hips rocked up to meet Fizz’s thrusts.

“Ah— nghhh… Fizzy…”

Fizz’s pink eyes were locked on your face, drinking in every flutter of your lashes and every little sound you made. “Fuck, cutie— those sounds… you’re making the prettiest noises for me,” he panted, voice raspy and full of wonder. “Keep going, please. I’ve got you. I’ve got you right here.”

Your hands slid to his mechanical ones. You laced your fingers with his, holding on tight as the pleasure crested higher. The slow drag of Fizz inside you, the steady rub of his fingers, Ozzie’s warm praise and gentle touch on your cheek—everything was building together to a perfect crescendo.

Until your vision suddenly went white a powerful wave of pleasure crashed through you, your body clenching tight around Fizz as those sounds peaked into a broken, breathless moan. Your back arched, fingers squeezing his hands hard while the orgasm rolled through you in long, shuddering waves.

Fizz followed right after you with a choked, ecstatic whimper. His hips stuttered in a few final thrusts as he spilled deep inside you, warm and pulsing. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, trembling hard against you, mechanical arms wrapping tight around your body as he rode out his own release.

For a long moment the three of you stayed locked together, breathing hard in the warm, quiet afterglow.

Ozzie’s deep voice rumbled with pride and affection. “There we go… you did so good froggie,” he cooed softly to Fizz, his large hand stroking gently down Fizz’s back. “So attentive, so careful with our little one. You made her feel so loved and safe. You did everything just right.”

Fizz let out a shaky, happy laugh against your neck, still buried inside you. “Yeah? Cutie you sounded so pretty when you—wait…” He pulled back slightly, blinking down at your face when he realized you weren’t responding. Your eyes were closed, body limp and relaxed in his arms.

“Cutie?” Fizz’s voice turned worried. He gently squeezed your hand, then brushed his mechanical fingers over your cheek. “Hey… you okay? Come on, open those eyes for us?”

When you didn’t stir, Fizz’s tail flicked anxiously.

“Oz? She’s not waking up. OZZIE, SHIT— shit, did I go too far? She was making all those cute sounds and then she just…”

Ozzie’s expression flickered with worry, his glowing eyes narrowing for half a second as he leaned in closer. One large hand came up to rest lightly on your forehead, checking your temperature and breathing.

“Easy, froggie,” he said, voice still mostly calm but with a protective edge. “She’s breathing fine. Just—give her a second. You were so gentle with her… she’s...she'll be ok."

Fizz nodded quickly, still looking anxious as he pressed soft kisses to your temple and cheeks. “Okay… okay, yeah. Come on, cutie. Wake up for me? I need to see those eyes. Please I I—don’t scare me like this…”

"Little one," Ozzie said, his voice closer now, his large finger brushing hair back from your forehead. "Can you hear us?"

You tried to respond, tried to open your eyes, but your body felt like it was made of lead, refusing to let you respond.

"She's not responding," Fizz said, the worry ramping up in his voice. "Oz, what if I—what if we did too much? What if I hurt her somehow? What if—"

"Fizz, breathe," Ozzie interrupted firmly. "Look at her face. Does she look distressed?"

There was a pause. "No," Fizz admitted. "She looks... peaceful. Happy, even."

"Exactly," Ozzie said. "Humans need more rest than demons do, especially after intense experiences. She's fine. Just give her a moment."

You felt Fizz's hand on your face again, gentle and worried. "Cutie? Can you wake up for us? Just for a second? Just so I know you're okay?"

With monumental effort, you managed to crack your eyes open slightly. The world was blurry, and you felt boneless, completely wrung out. "Mmph," you managed eloquently.

"Oh thank fuck," Fizz breathed, and you felt him press a kiss to your forehead. "You scared me, cutie. You were so out of it."

"Tired," you mumbled, your words slurring together. "So tired. Happy though. Very happy."

"That's good," Ozzie said warmly, his finger still stroking your hair. "That's very good, little one. But we should get you cleaned up before you fall asleep properly. Think you can stay awake for a bath?"

"Bath?" you repeated, trying to process the word through the fog in your brain.

"Yeah, bath," Fizz said, and you could hear the smile in his voice now that his panic was fading. "Get you all clean and comfortable. Then you can sleep as much as you want."

"'Kay," you agreed, though you made no move to actually get up.

Fizz laughed softly. "I don't think she's capable of walking right now, Oz."

"I can carry her," Ozzie said, and you felt yourself being carefully lifted, cradled against his warm chest. "Come on, little one. Bath time."

The bathroom was as excessive as everything else in the palace—enormous, with a tub that could easily fit Ozzie's massive frame. The tub was large and heart-shaped you found it both ridiculous and charming.

Fizz was already moving ahead, turning on the water and adjusting the temperature. "Not too hot," he muttered to himself. "Our cutie can't handle the same temperatures we can. Warm but not scalding. OoOOoooh maybe some of these bath oils? And these little bath thingy's they smell like butterscotch!"

You watched him through half-closed eyes, touched by how attentive he was being, Ozzie set you down carefully on the edge of the tub, keeping one hand on you to make sure you didn't topple over. "Think you can manage from here, Froggie, or do you need help?"

"Help," you slurred, too tired to be embarrassed. "Please."

"I've got her," Fizz said, moving to your side. "You go get snacks or something, Oz. We're gonna be a minute."

Ozzie hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to help and wanting to feed you both "Alright," Ozzie said finally. "I'll be right back. Fizz, if you need anything—"

"I'll yell," Fizz promised. "Now go. We're fine."

Once Ozzie left, Fizz turned his full attention to you. "Into the tub, cutie," he said softly, helping you step into the warm water. "There we go. Careful."

The water was perfect—warm enough to soothe your tired muscles but not so hot it was uncomfortable. You sank into it with a grateful sigh, feeling the tension drain from your body.

Fizz climbed in after you, settling so you were facing each other. The scars that covered his body were still visible in the soft light, along with the seems where his mechanical limbs connected.

"Gonna get you cleaned up," Fizz said, reaching for a soft washcloth and soap. "Just relax, okay? Let me take care of you."

He started with your shoulders, the cloth moving in gentle circles, washing away the sweat and evidence of your affections.

"You were so beautiful tonight," Fizz said quietly as he worked. "So responsive and trusting and perfect. I can't believe I get to have this. Get to have you."

You felt more alert now, the warm water and Fizz's gentle ministrations bringing you back to fuller consciousness. And with that awareness came a desire—to care for him the way he was caring for you.

"Fizzy?" you said softly.

"Yeah, cutie?"

"Can I... can I help? With you?" Your face felt hot despite the bath water. "I want to take care of you too."

Fizz's hands stilled for a moment, and when you looked at his face, his expression was soft and a little surprised. "You want to?"

"Yes," you said. "Please?"

"Okay," Fizz said, his voice rough with emotion. "Yeah, okay."

You reached for the washcloth, adding more soap with slightly shaking hands. Fizz watched you, his eyes following your every movement.

Starting with his shoulders—careful around the parts where metal met flesh—you began to wash him with the same gentle care he'd shown you. His skin was warm under your touch, scarred but alive, and you felt him shiver slightly as you worked.

"Is this okay?" you asked.

"More than okay," Fizz breathed. "Nobody's ever... I mean, Ozzie helps sometimes, but you're..." He trailed off, seeming unable to find the words.

You moved the cloth lower, washing his chest, being extra careful around the more damaged areas. Fizz watched you the whole time, his expression open and vulnerable in a way you'd rarely seen.

"You don't have to be that careful around the scars," Fizz said quietly. "They don't hurt. I can't feel that much there, actually."

"I know," you said. "But I want to be gentle anyway. Because you deserve gentleness."

Fizz made a small, choked sound, and when you looked up, his eyes were bright with unshed tears.

"You're determined to make me cry tonight," he said, his voice wavering. "That's not fair, cutie."

"Sorry," you said, continuing your gentle ministrations.

"Don't be," Fizz said. "I just—I'm not used to being taken care of like this, by anyone other then Ozzie. Being treated like I'm worth being careful with."

"You are," you said firmly. "You're worth all the care in the world, Fizzy."

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead and you stayed like that for a long moment, the water warm around you both, sharing breath and space and something that felt too big to name.

Eventually, you finished washing him, and he finished washing you, and you both just sat there in the water, facing each other, hands loosely clasped between you.

"Thank you," Fizz said softly. "For tonight. For trusting me. For letting me be close to you."

"Thank you for being gentle," you replied. "For being patient with me. For letting Ozzie help guide you."

"Couldn't have done it without him," Fizz admitted. "Or you."

Before you could respond, the bathroom door opened and Ozzie returned, carrying a tray laden with snacks and drinks. His eyes took in the scene—you and Fizz in the bath, facing each other, clearly having shared something tender—and his expression went impossibly soft.

"Well," Ozzie said, his voice warm with approval. "Don't you two look like a picture."

"We're pruning," Fizz said, but he was smiling.

"Beautifully pruning," Ozzie corrected, setting the tray down on the counter. "That was quite the show earlier. Both of you were magnificent."

You felt your face heat up, and Fizz laughed.

"She's blushing," Fizz observed. "Even after everything we just did, she's blushing."

"It's endearing," Ozzie said, moving closer to the tub. "And I mean what I said. You were both wonderful. Fizz, you were attentive and communicative. And little one, you were responsive and trusting and absolutely radiant."

"Stop," you protested weakly, covering your face with your hands.

"Never," Ozzie said, clearly amused. "You're going to have to get used to being praised, little one. Because both Froggie and I plan to do it frequently."

"So frequently," Fizz agreed, grinning. "Like, all the time. It's going to be annoying how much we tell you how amazing you are."

"I think I'll find a way to live with that," you admitted, lowering your hands.

"Good," Ozzie said, satisfaction clear in his voice. "Now, are you two going to stay in there until you turn into raisins, or would you like to get out and have some snacks?"

"Snacks sound good," Fizz said, already moving to help you stand. "Come on, cutie. Let's get dried off."

Ozzie helped too, producing impossibly soft towels that he wrapped around both of you. Fizz's mechanical limbs made quick work of drying himself, and then he helped you, his touches still gentle and careful.

Once you were both dry and wrapped in comfortable robes, Ozzie guided you both back to the bedroom, where he set the snacks on a low table near the bed.

The snacks were perfect—light enough not to be heavy on your stomach. You and Fizz settled on the bed, Ozzie joining you, and the three of you shared food and quiet conversation, the intimacy of earlier shifting into something softer, more domestic.

"This is nice," you said, already feeling your eyes getting heavy again.

"Sleep, little one," Ozzie said gently, noticing. "You've had a long day. A good day, but long."

You landed on top, legs straddling his body as you released a huff. Fizz pouted, “Babe, what the fu–” Your hands clamped over his mouth, head snapping towards the bed where a loud snore could be heard. After a few moments of heavy breaths passed by, you turned back to your partner. 

A sly smile pulled at your lips as you began to whisper. “Ozzie has off today!” Muffled sounds vibrated against your fingers as Fizz narrowed his eyes at you. You giggled and removed your hands.

“That doesn’t explain why you tackled me.” His arm extended to wrap around your waist a few times, finger trailing up your thigh. “Though I’m not complaining if this is how we end up.” He giggled, tongue peaking out between his lips.

You leaned closer, eyes narrowing with a smirk, “I have an idea~!” You sang, causing Fizz to raise a brow is curious delight. “Come on!” You grabbed his hand, and jumped to stand. His arm retracted and spun you around in place. You swayed a bit before regaining your composure and yanking him to follow you to the kitchen. 

“Okay, are you gonna explain to me what this plan of yours is?” Fizzy crossed his arms and watched you begin to scavenge through the kitchen. Your body flitting across the room, arms filling with various items and piling them on a counter. Once you finished, you turned to the imp. 

“We’re making Ozzie breakfast, duh!” You chimed, watching his face slowly light up. 

“Ohhohohoh fuck yeah, Babe!” His arms extended and yoinked himself onto the counter. “What’s on the menu? Pizza? Chicken wings? Ribs?” 

You giggled, “Noo~ you silly Frog!” You shook your head. “Try pancakes!”

“But pizzaaah~!” He whined with a pout. You jumped on the counter to sit next to him, lips finding his cheek for a quick peck. 

“Next time, okay?” You smiled. Fizz’s face darkened in a blush as he turned to you.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, Bunny!” He giggled before glancing at the ingredients. “So what’s first?” 

You slowly glanced at them. “Uh, good question..” His eyes widened, head snapping to look at you.

“You don’t even know how to make them?”

“Well it can’t be that hard!” You pulled out your phone, thumbs typing to find a recipe from the sinternet. “Look here! Easy pancakes from scratch.” You showed him the screen.

“Oh we sooo got this!” His tongue peeked out as he slowly scrolled through the pages. You hopped off the counter, grabbing a few mixing bowls from the cabinets. 

“I’ll mix the dry ingredients and you can start on the wet ones.” You gave him one of the bowls. 

Fizz chuckled, eyebrows raising a few times. “You sure you don’t want the wet ones? Cuz, you know…” He smirked, eyes fluttering up and down your figure. You felt your face grow warm at his insinuations.

“Yes! I’m sure!” You scooped the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt into the bowl before stomping to the other end of the counter in a huff. You measured the designated amounts, each falling into the bowl. Once you finished, you grabbed a whisk before making sure it was mixed.

“Uhh, Bunny?” You heard Fizz call out. “Is butter supposed to do that?” You turned, seeing him stretched out to stare into the microwave. The wet popping noise coming from the appliance didn’t make you feel any better. 

You rushed over, Fizz dropped an arm down before pulling you up. The inside of the microwave wasn’t too messy, but the butter had melted and soon turned brown  in the center. Gritty pieces floating around and the liquid still bubbling. You stopped it quickly and turned to Fizz. “How long did you put it in for?”

“It said 15 minutes.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” 

“Uh, duh!” He shrunk to his normal height, you still in his arms. “I read it right there!” He jabbed his finger at the phone. 

“That says seconds, Babe." You laughed. "I think it’s burnt.” You peered at the closed door of the microwave. “Think we can still use it?”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine!” He nodded, as cheerful as ever.

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders. “Yeah, okay!” 

“What’s next?” He stretched to grab the butter from the microwave before dumping it in his own bowl where the milk, vanilla, and egg were. 

“We mix your ingredients with a blender!” 

“Got it!” Fizz was quick to plug it in and position it in the wet bowl. He flicked it on to the highest setting and things seemed fine for a moment. Until the blender began to wobble and soon sent a bunch of the wet mix out the sides and onto the cupboards. Fizz began vibrating with the blender, laughing as he continued mixing. 

You fell into your fit of giggles the more you watched, “Okay! I think it’s good!” He pulled the blender out from the bowl, the leftover mix on the metal whisks flying everywhere including you and the imp. “Fizzy!” You scolded, a smile never leaving your face.

“What!” He finally turned off the tool, turning towards you. He weighted onto one hip, resting his empty hand on his waist. “Cooking is a messy job, you’re not doing it right if you’re not wearing the food.” He spoke with his nose in the air as if it wasn’t the most obvious fact. He grinned and flung the blender elsewhere. “Besides~” He slinked closer, “It’s not like we haven’t been this messy before~” He giggled and trailed a finger down your shoulder.

Your cheeks heated before you pulled back. “Hey! No distracting me!” You scolded though it didn’t hold much strength behind it.

He smirked, “So, what’s next?” He leaned in. 

You grabbed your phone, noting it was full of the wet mix, “Okay, it says we have to make a well in the dry ingredients and then… slowly fold them together.” 

“What the fuck does well mean?” He asked.

“What the fuck does fold mean?” You peered at him, brows creased.

He pursed his lips in thought before glancing at you. “Maybe like a blanket?” 

“Like… With our hands?” You held your hands up, glancing back and forth between the two.

“Well, how else do you fold things?” He shrugged. Fizz grabbed you and extended his legs up to place you on the counter before sitting opposite of you, the bowl in the middle. 

“Okay, make a well.” You pushed the dry mix around until it had an empty space in the middle. “Now add the wet mix.” Fizz dumped it all but graciously in. “And fold!” His hands slammed into the bowl, splattering the contents around and onto the both of you. You laughed as he continued his ‘folding’ methods messily. The folding being more of a throw your hands together and hope for the best.

The dry mix clouded upwards and attached to both of you, along with small splatters of the partially mixed dough. It flung around the kitchen, landing alongside the previous mess, hitting cupboards, counters, the fridge, even as far as the dining table. Your giggles mixed in with Fizz’s, the mixing becoming the main event of cooking breakfast. 

“What is going on in here?” A loud voice called out from the doorway. Ozzie stood there, mouth fallen with wide eyes as he stared at the condition of the kitchen. He was in the middle of tying his robe, frozen as he finally saw you and Fizz sitting on the counter. Both completely covered in pancake mix. You blinked at Ozzie, watching him take cautious steps forward. 

“Aww, you weren’t supposed to wake up, Ozzie!” Fizz whined, shoulders slumping.

“You sleep in any other day!” You added, “Why on all days do you wake up early today!” You pouted alongside your imp boy. 

“Maybe because hearing you two giggling maniacally all the way from the bedroom intrigued me.” He finally stood before you and Fizz. “And for good reason! Look at this place!” He gestured to the kitchen, “There’s… What is this…?” He scooped up a bit onto his finger from the counter and stuck it in his mouth. A second passed by before he physically recoiled. “Oh no.” He shuttered, the feeling coursing throughout his entire body. “No, no! You two!” He glared down at your forms. “What did I say about you cooking!”

You blinked up at Oz, seeing his face scowl but Ram and Bull showed his true endearing emotions. They always seemed to break his tough facade. You smirked towards Fizz, him reading you almost instantly. He shoved the bowl aside and scooted towards you.

“But you love us~” You smiled real big, eyes misting into a pretty sparkle. Fizz leaned in, squishing his cheek against yours and mirroring your expression. You grasped his hands and pulled his body close, chests flushed against each other. 

“Don’t you~?” Fizzy added, pulling the last word out and pouting his lips.  

Ozzie crossed in arms while staring down at you both, he felt himself slowly breaking at the sight. “Don’t say that every time you two make a mess!” He turned away, eyes shutting tight. His chest rising a few times in frustrated huffs, his expression melting. His eyes peaked down at your forms, “Auogh! I can’t stay mad at you guys when you do that!”

“We know~!” You giggled, eyes sliding to Fizz as you turned to each other, noses brushing in a small victory. His sleek metal limbs wrapping around you and squeezing.

“Womp womp!” Fizz laughed and hugged you tighter.

“Look at my messy little Fizzy-Frog and Bunny-Wunny!” Large arms encircled the both of you, scooping you into the air and spinning. “Looks like I'll have to get you both washed up.” His voice sank a few octaves, "Care to join me for a nice deep clean?" Eyes narrowing with a growing smirk.

Who were you to deny your King of Lust?

You stumbled backward, breath catching. “P-please, I… I don’t know how I got here—” Fizzarolli moved first. Despite the jester-like costume and the robotic limbs, his steps were careful and deliberate, like approaching a frightened animal. He crouched to your eye level, his voice a soothing singsong. “Hey, hey, easy there, sugar. No one’s gonna hurt ya. Not while we’re here.”The tall one—Ozzie—lowered himself slightly, two unknown faces appearing in his flames. His size was overwhelming, but his eyes… they held genuine concern, not hunger. “You’re in the Lust Ring, sweetheart. Not a place for mortals. But you’re safe now. I’m Asmodeus—Ozzie for short. And this is my favorite troublemaker, Fizzarolli.” Fizzarolli grinned faintly, then shot Ozzie a glance. “We gotta get her outta here before someone less friendly notices.” You swallowed hard, unsure whether to trust them—but the warmth in their voices was the first kindness you’d felt since arriving.

Your knees wobbled, and before you could fall, Fizzarolli’s strong mechanical arms caught you. “Whoa, careful!” He adjusted his grip to hold you gently. “See? I got you.” Ozzie extended a massive hand, palm open like a safe harbor. “Come with us. We’ll get you somewhere quiet—somewhere no one will dare follow.” His tone left no room for doubt.

💜At Ozzie's Club💜

Minutes later, you found yourself inside a lavish but surprisingly cozy lounge above Ozzie’s club. The room pulsed faintly with pink and gold light, but the music below was just a distant hum. Ozzie set down a steaming cup of something sweet-smelling on the low table. “Drink, sweetheart. It’ll help calm you.” Fizzarolli perched beside you on the couch, his usual teasing grin replaced by a softer smile. “So, dollface… how’d you manage to pop in here? Humans don’t just waltz into Hell.” You clutched the cup with shaking hands. “I… I don’t know. There was this… rip in the air. And then… here.” Your voice cracked. “I thought I was going to die.” Fizz’s mechanical hand gently patted your shoulder. “Not on our watch.” Ozzie’s voice rumbled like a promise. “We’ll find a way to get you home, sweetheart. Until then, you stay close. Anyone gives you trouble, they’ll answer to me.” Your chest tightened—fear giving way to a tentative sense of relief. For the first time since arriving, you felt… safe.

Fizzarolli leaned in with a playful wink. “Stick with us, sugar. Between a jester with killer reflexes and the King of Lust himself, you’ve got the best bodyguards in the Ring.” And for the first time that night, you managed a small, shaky laugh. You’d been trying to drink in everything—the glow of the lounge, the hum of bass beneath your feet—but your eyes kept wandering back to Ozzie. His neon-colored eyes shimmered brightly, and the thick cyan streaks of his hair glowed faintly whenever he moved. In the halo of his mane, two small glowing faces—a bull and a ram—peeked through the strands like guardian spirits. The longer you looked, the more details you noticed: the way the bull’s expression seemed to shift with his mood, the ram’s curved horns catching light like polished glass.

When you realized you’d been staring far too long, you snapped your gaze down to your cup, cheeks burning. But it was too late—both demons had noticed. Fizzarolli cocked his head, one eyebrow arched. “Uh-oh… sugar’s starin’. Did I sprout a second head or somethin’?” Ozzie tilted his enormous head slightly, his cyan locks shimmering as the bull and ram shifted lazily. “You’ve gone awful quiet, sweetheart. Something wrong?” His voice was velvet and thunder again, gentle but probing. You hesitated, fingers tightening on your cup. “I… I’m sorry.” Your voice came out small, but you forced yourself to meet their eyes. “It’s just… I thought the Sin of Lust—and demons in general—would be… terrifying. But you’re…” A breath hitched in your throat. “…you’re both really… pretty.”

For a moment, silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant thump of music below. Then Fizzarolli’s grin returned full force, bright and mischievous. He slapped a mechanical hand dramatically against his chest. “Pretty, huh? Ozz, did you hear that? We’re pretty! I’m framing that.” Ozzie’s chuckle deepened into a playful purr, and the neon glow in his eyes flickered like mischievous starlight. He tilted his head, cyan hair sliding across his shoulders as the bull and ram peeked out with matching smirks. “Well now… ‘pretty,’ huh? That’s a dangerous thing to tell the King of Lust,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet and just a little wicked. “Compliments like that tend to go straight to my head.”

Fizzarolli cackled, his metal joints clicking as he rocked back. “Oh, she’s blushing already, Ozzie. Look at that! You barely turned the charm on.” Your face burned hotter, and you tried to hide behind your cup. “I-I didn’t mean it like—that! I just… I mean, you are pretty, but not—” You groaned softly, burying your face in your hands. Ozzie leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper that somehow managed to feel like a caress against your ear. “Careful, sweetheart. If you keep staring like that, I might think you’ve got a crush on me.” Your heart leapt into your throat. “W-what?! No! I—I’m just… overwhelmed!”

Fizz grinned like a cat who’d cornered a mouse. “Overwhelmed by how fabulous we are. Admit it.” You peeked out from between your fingers to see Ozzie’s teasing grin soften just a touch, a warm kindness hiding beneath the flirtation. He winked—just one neon eye, glowing bright. “Relax, darling. I’m just teasing. But it’s nice to know even a mortal can appreciate good looks when she sees them.” Fizzarolli clapped his hands together. “And here I thought I was the pretty one. Guess we’re sharing the title tonight, boss.” The playful energy in the room lightened the air, replacing the earlier tension with something bright and bubbling. You couldn’t help but laugh, though your cheeks still burned crimson. And for a fleeting moment, even in the heart of the Lust Ring, you felt… cherished.

If Asmodeus is in his larger form, you and Fizz sleep on his chest, with Fizz being the little spoon. He loves tucking his head under your chin.

If Asmodeus is in his smaller form, he'll lay between you and Fizzarolli wrapping an arm around the two of you. So you basically still end up sleeping on his chest lol

It's important to mention that Fizz is a big fan of peppering kisses along your cheeks and neck. And of course, pulling back and doing his signature blep.

Despite size differences and robotic limbs, Fizz and Ozzie are so gentle. Asmodeus especially loves having you sit between his legs when he's in his smaller form. He'll do your hair, while Fizz turns on the TV, flipping through channels while he lays his head in your lap.

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are so fucking excited to share this intimacy with you. This relationship is a well-maintained balance of the three of you; nobody ever feeling left out or less than.

I heard Ozzie interject in the background "No" he said sternly "I hear them on there, they are sick." If not for the ache in my entire body I would've laughed. "Tell them we're coming soon with everything they need" "I think you heard him" Fizz said chuckling.

"Yeah. I'll see you guys later then. Bye honey" "Byeee" after he hung up I instantly got a text

💗💙My Boys💙💗

Fizzy: Don't even think about getting up and taking care of urself

Ozzie: We'll be there in 20 minutes baby, hold strong

Okie :Y/N/N

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It was comforting to know how much they cared, but I couldn't help but feel bad. After all they were busy demons, it felt rude. I decided that whilst waiting on them I'd try to sleep. Putting on my sleep playlist, and laying there.

Not long after I heard the door click, hearing Oz hush Fizz gently. Ozzie cracked the door open and peered in, "Hey baby." He whispered gently "How are you holding up hun?" "Mmm" I groaned. "I know honey, it sucks. No need to worry though, what do you need? I have ibuprofen, Tylenol, soup, bread, melatonin, allergy relief, everything honey, ask and you shall receive my darling."

My heart was melted by his sweetness, "Can I have some ibuprofen and soup?" "Of course darling, why don't we get you to the couch, hmm?" I nodded and he gently scooped me into his arms and carried me against his chest.

Fizzy was anxiously waiting outside, on the living room couch. "BABYY!" He whisper shouted excitedly, clearly relieved to see me. He cuddled up against my face, "Are you okay babe, can I get you something? We brought ice packs if you're too hot, we can cuddle, we brought new blankets, anything you need babe."

Their thoughtfulness made me want to cry, "can we cuddle please?" "Of course doll face!" Ozzie said, excited I was letting them help. We sat on the couch and Froggy came in with a bowl of soup, some green tea, and ibuprofen. "The sick Y/N special." He said presenting the tray to me. "Thank you Froggy" I said he nuzzled onto me as I layed on Ozzies chest.

SFW:

✰ Firstly, they are both very gentle and caring lovers

✰ Especially Asmodeus, because of his size

✰ He hug you just a little less intensely than he hugs Fizz

✰ Speaking of hugs, they are the best at them

✰ They can both wrap their arms around you

✰ Literally just engulf your entire body

✰ Like Fizz, you work at Ozzie's. Probably performing as a duo act with Fizz, or performing an act of your own

✰ They are very protective of you in the work place

✰ Ozzie will not hesitate to destroy anyone who touches you

✰ Or very politely kick them out

✰ Fizz will drag you off stage if he sees that you're uncomfortable

✰ Breakfast in bed, courtesy of Oz

✰ And all the kisses and cuddles from Fizz

NSFW:

✰ Both of them are switches and can get pretty wild in the bedroom

✰ Asmodeus is WAY more gentle than Fizz

✰ Again, because of his size

✰ They own the biggest sex toy collection ever

✰ But they are also very safe about it (aka safeword)

✰ Basically, any kink you could think of they probably have done, or will do

✰ PRAISE

✰ There will be so much praise coming from these men

✰ For you and for each other

✰ Amazing head game from both of them (10/10 would try again)

✰ You most likely won't be walking straight the next morning

✰ Just saying, they can get intense

✰ But they're never missing out on foreplay

✰ And always checking in to make sure you're doing okay. Especially from Ozzie

✰ And they NEVER skimp out on aftercare

✰ Honey, you are getting absolutely pampered by them

✰ With all the cuddles you could ask for

Star's notes -> My favorite couple ever!!!

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

Fizz was the one who found you in the greed ring, taking you in after seeing you steal from a Shark Demon. He liked the balls you had to do that (and was insanely worried that something would happen to you if you got caught.)

Since Fizz welcomed you with open arms, and you weren’t that much of a threat (you are literally a child lol), Asmodeus opened you with even wider arms.

Ozze is the mom while Fizz is the dad. Nothing you can say will change my mind on that.

While Fizz does fret over you, it is nothing compared to Ozzie. If Ozzie is at work and gets pulled aside to be told that you hurt yourself or are sick, he will cancel his show and head home immediately.

While Ozzie is a worryrat, he isn’t a helicopter parent. He actually believes that you need your independence, especially since you aren’t that young. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have the hell version of Life 360. He tracks your ass so much that if he gets the low battery notif, he is calling you to tell you to charge your phone. 

Fizz on the other hand is more of the chaotic parent. As in you both are banned from the kitchen, both separately and alone. To make a long story short, it started with the fork on fire and escalated to the hallway mat being singed. If you look under the replacement mat, you can still see the scorched marks of soot that were just too hard to get out. But that doesn’t mean Fizz can’t be stern with you. If anything, you prefer it when Ozzie is stern, since it is a little eerie to you when his smile isn’t there. 

Do not be fooled, while they will give you some of the things you want. you will not be spoiled insanely. You still have to pick up around your room (they told the staff not to clean your room), and in turn, you get an allowance so you can buy the things you want. 

If you try to hustle them and tell them that the other hasn’t paid you to get double the amount, literally do not get caught. They won’t pay you for your next allowance LMFAO.

In the beginning, you only called them Fizz and Ozzie, which they respected. It made sense in their heads since they weren’t really your dads, and they kinda just picked you off the streets. However when you got comfortable enough to refer to them as your dads? They were over the moon and cried to each other. 

How you approached the topic with them was by having them sit down in the living room with you.

Ozzie and Fizz were sitting down on the couch as you paced the floor. You had invited them to the living room stating that you needed to talk and asked them to sit. Albeit they were very confused as to what you needed to talk about, and seeing the worry on your face, didn’t really help with the nerves. They were holding one another’s hand as a comfort. There was a brief moment where you stopped and looked at them, before turning and beginning to pace again. Fizz and Ozzie looked at one another, asking if the other knew what was going on and denying it.

“Uhh…Kid?” Fizz starts after a bit, looking back at Ozzie for a moment before he looks back at your pacing figure. “Is everything alright?”

Instead of answering, you stopped and looked at the two of them. You left the room, furthering their confusion. It didn’t take long for you to come back with a laptop, the same one they had gifted you after a month of your stay. You connected it to the TV and put on display a PowerPoint.

“REASONS AS TO WHY YOU SHOULD ADOPT ME AND LET ME CALL YOU MY DADS.”

You had made a PowerPoint to talk to them and ask them if it was okay if you could call them dad

In said PowerPoint, you gave all the reasons (most of which said that you were awesome) and benefits of adopting you (benefits were that they get a cool kid in turn). You also went over the possible dad name variations for them and the reasons behind them. You even gave the origins of the names which amused Fizz to no end.

To make a long teary heartfelt story short, they adopted you. 

However, they had to do so in a way that didn’t get the media’s attention. Just because they were celebrities and figureheads, doesn’t mean they want you in the spotlight. Rather they agreed to wait until you were either close to being or were an adult to even announce that you were their kid (if you wanted to).

This also means that if you wanted to go out, you couldn’t go out with either of them, since the media knows that they were together, it wasn’t too far out of the picture for them to have a kid. This also extends to you not going to hospitals, rather they get a physician to come to their place and check on your health. It is this whole thing where they have a security check the doctor for any decisions or any stuff that could record your existence. (Said physician is threatened that if anything about you was leaked, they would hunt him down personally.) So sadly not a lot of days out together, however, they make up for it with at-home movie nights, game nights, and even sleepovers.

Very keen on your privacy, both in the public and at home. They always knock and make sure to not do anything to cross any of your boundaries. 

Ozzie has to be careful not to talk about too much of his work around you. You may not be a little kid, but you are still a kid and he believes that no kid should be exposed to his field so early in their life. Fizz is also careful not to talk about Ozzie’s work and doesn’t go too in-depth about Mammon’s treatment around you. 

If you are prone to nightmares, they will both personally comfort you. Even if you feel silly about it, since in your tween mind, you are too old to have your dads wait for you to fall asleep because you were too scared, they don’t mind. They will drop whatever they are holding if it means making you comfortable. 

Overall very lovely parents, and they love you dearly. With you in their lives, they feel that they have changed for the better and they cannot imagine their lives without you. Seeing you as their shining light, as they continue to raise you, they hope that your bright light never diminishes.