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Helluva Boss: Fizzmodeus
After the latest episode, I just had to draw these two! This couple is surprisingly wholesome than what I thought it'd be. Enjoy!
12 Days of Kinkmas: Day 11 - Reindeer Role Play
Fandom: HelluvaBoss
Rating: M
Pairing(s): Fizzarozzie
Asmodeus released an exasperated sigh as he combed through stack after stack of paperwork that sat atop his giant oak desk. Hellmas eve was a time for partying in Lust except that is for the king himself emphasizing the term âno rest for the wickedâ much to his dismay. Turning momentarily to search for something in the filing cabinet next to his desk Asmodeus missed the door to the office being opened that is until he heard the sing song tone of his Fizzy.
âOh Ozzie~â The imp sang walking slightly into the office to lean against the doorframe.
âThat you Fizzy frog? What can I do forâŚ?â Asmodeus trailed off as he turned to see Fizzarolli leaning against the doorframe clad in a sexy reindeer outfit. The outfit had a brown skirt with white fluff along the hem, a halter style top in the same shade of brown with a peek-a-boo window sapped like a heart, long brown gloves that had little hoof tips on the fingers as well as white fluff around the rims, a pair of brown individual stockings that connected to garters with more white fluff around their tops, a fake set of antlers that sat in front of his horn stumps, a fake red nose that glowed and a bell on a collar.
âDo you like it?â Fizz asked with a wide smirk on his face.
âLike it? I love it! You look incredible babe,â Asmodeus complimented standing from his desk to walk towards Fizz.
âThen what do you say we go celebrate Hellmas?â Fizz suggested, pushing off the doorframe to wiggle his ass at Asmodeus.
âYou know whatâŚfuck the paperwork, Iâd rather celebrate with you any day,â Asmodeus stated, scooping Fizzarolli into his arms.
The duo headed for the master bedroom where Asmodeus placed Fizz on the bed, caressing his hands along Fizzâs body as they shared a deep kiss. Fizz purred slightly as Ozzie started kissing along his jawline, hands playing absently with the garters holding up his stockings. Pulling back to admire Fizzâs outfit a little more Asmodeus started pushing the skirt up revealing Fizz was completely commando underneath making him chuckle.
âCome on big daddy, I want you to breed me like the big, strong stag that you are,â Fizz teased, spreading his legs a little.
âHa-ha, very well my little Fizzy fawn,â Asmodeus chuckled, pushing Fizzâs skirt up further.
Asmodeus leaned down to run his tongue along Fizzâs folds all the way up the underside of his cock, swirling it around the head making Fizz moan. Holding Fizzâs hips Asmodeus took the impâs cock into his mouth, wrapping his tongue down the shaft as he started sucking liberally with a series of head bobs. Fizz gave a loud gasp as Asmodeus slid two fingers into his wet cunt, thrusting in a counter rhythm to his mouth on Fizzâs cock although he could tell the imp was tighter then normal causing him to pull off, glancing down as something caught his eye. Gingerly Ozzie flipped Fizz onto all fours, pushing his skirt up over his ass revealing a deer tail butt plug firmly situated in the impâs ass.
âHmm, you went all out I see,â Ozzie cooed, toying with the tail.
âMm, Yeah, I wanted the wholeâŚpackageâŚughâŚâ Fizz explained with a deep moan as Asmodeus tugged lightly on the plug.
âThen Iâve got just the thing to complete this âpackageâ,â Asmodeus stated, heading to the far side of the bedroom where he dug through their chest of gags before returning.
Fizzarolli opened his mouth immediately to allow Ozzie to place the gag in his mouth, wrapping it around his head it was just like the harness youâd see reindeer or hell steedsâ wear. Satisfied Asmodeus returned to his position behind Fizzarolli, sliding his fingers over the tail plug down to Fizzâs folds where he pressed them into him once more. Asmodeus rubbed against Fizzâs G-spot with every thrust of his fingers making the imp whimper past the gag in his mouth, juices drooling from both his cunt as well as his cock while his hands fisted in the sheets. Pulling his fingers free Asmodeus licked the delectable juices from them then bent down to replace them with his tongue, wriggling it all along Fizzâs insides as he thrust along his G-spot again until Fizz shrieked, body going ridged as he squirted straight into Ozzieâs mouth. Asmodeus promptly engulfed Fizzâs vagina with his mouth, sucking with his tongue still firmly wiggling around inside the imp causing him to squirm, caught between wanting to escape and wanting more. Fizz was just on the edge of a second orgasm when Asmodeus pulled away, snapping his fingers to discard his clothing allowing him to moments later press the head of his cock to Fizzâs folds. The imp chanted a mantra of yesâs from behind the gag as Asmodeus pressed into him luckily Fizz didnât have a womb thus a condom wasnât necessary, and the imp could live out his breeding kink fantasies all he wanted.
Asmodeus set up a quick, deep rhythm making sure to pull almost all the way out before slamming back into Fizz with each thrust causing the imp to pant and grunt. Grabbing the reins that connected to the gag Asmodeus pulled on them forcing Fizzâs head to crane backwards slightly, his pace getting faster as the sin neared his completion. Fizzâs hands clenched in the sheets with a whimpering cry as Asmodeus orgasmed, filling Fizz to bursting with his cum before pulling out.
âYou wanted to be bred Fizzy, make sure you keep that cum inside you,â Asmodeus whispered into Fizzâs ear making him moan as he clenched his cunt.
Ozzie pulled on the reins to get Fizz up on his knees then reached around to start stroking the impâs cock, holding nothing back as he brought fizz to his second orgasm this time cum spewed from his cock and his eyes rolled back in his head. Fizz was a cum covered mess, cum ran down the shaft of his cock while it seeped from his cunt at the same time. Asmodeus maneuvered Fizz onto his back again, removing the gag then he reached down to pull out the plug in Fizzâs ass, rubbing his still hard cock along Fizzâs hole.
âI should fill this hole too just in case,â Asmodeus crooned, slicking Fizzâs hole with the cum currently spilling from his vagina before pressing into him.
âAh! Fuck! Yes, yes, breed me! Breed your little cum slut,â Fizz demanded.
Asmodeus chuckled as he pressed to the hilt then pulled back out about halfway, slamming back into Fizzarolli who groaned in ecstasy. Ozzie set a brutal pace this time bringing them both to the edge quicker then either expected causing Fizz to shriek in surprise as he came for the third time, cum spilling from his cock as well as squirting juices from his pussy. Asmodeus buried himself deep in the imp as he too spilled cum all along Fizzâs insides promptly filling him to an overflowing capacity as cum now leaked from Fizzâs ass as well as his pussy and cock. Both the sin and the imp sat for a few moments catching their breath, indulging in some warm cuddling and soft kissing until Asmodeus scooped the imp up to carry him into the bathroom. After a relaxing bath the two returned to a spotlessly clean room where they snuggled under the covers with Fizz atop Ozzieâs chest, purring happily. Â Â Â Â
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Reconciliation
Fandom: HelluvaBoss
Pairings: Blitzer (Striker/Blitz), Fizzarolli/ Asmodeus
Among all the rings in hell, Lust had to be the most obnoxious of them all thanks to the constant glaring neon and no sleep attitude of the ringâs inhabitants. Dismounting Bombproof Striker looked around nervously, he hated standing out unfortunately a Wrath imp in the middle of the neon sea wasnât hard to miss. The pale imp jolted when a hand landed on his shoulder causing him to look back only to relax a little upon seeing Calus standing behind him clearly having dismounted Aurora moments after heâd done so with Bombproof.
âYou, okay?â Calus asked.Â
âYeahâŚIâm fine. Iâm just not a fan of Lust,â Striker assured his mate.
âWell, we wonât be here for long, Letâs get inside,â Calus stated gesturing towards the odd circus themed palace that lay behind them.
Striker nodded in confirmation then followed Calus inside the palace of Asmodeus where they were greeted by a small female imp with a high-pitched voice. Upon explaining who they were the imp guided the duo towards a waiting area, Striker tucked his hands into his pants pockets while looking around drawing Calusâ attention.
âAre you sure about this?â Calus wondered.
âHmm? Yeah, I told Ya that Iâm fine,â Striker insisted, despite giving off vibes of being utterly uncomfortable.
âHere you are, Asmodeus will be with you shortly,â The female imp declared upon opening a large door then gesturing inside the room on the other side.
âThank you,â Calus stated as he and Striker strode inside allowing the female imp to close the door behind them.
âLook, I know what happened in the past. You really want to deal with this? I could have just come on my own,â Calus continued once the female imp was gone.
âThat was a long time ago, besides I ainât lettinâ Ya come see this sex obsessed blue blood all on Yer own,â Striker retorted finally pulling his hands from his pockets.
âAh, so thatâs what this is really aboutâŚyouâre jealous,â Calus smirked with a soft chuckle.
âWhat!? I am not! I justâŚfigured Ya could use some backup,â Striker exclaimed, face twisting into a pout as he crossed his arms over his chest.
âHa-ha, whatever you say,â Calus chortled before taking a seat on the long bench seat.
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âOh, fizzy dear~ could you go get my next appointment please, should be Calus,â Asmodeus chimed to Fizz who was sitting on the edge of the sinâs large desk sipping an energy drink while looking over one of Asmodeusâ blueprints.
 âOohh~ Sexy Dracony? Yes please,â Fizz retorted with a wide smirk making Asmodeus chuckle while the imp bounded off.
Calus was scrolling on his phone when the door to the waiting area opened drawing his gaze that way revealing Fizz happily skipping in. Calus rolled his eyes so hard it was more then certain the entire palace heard it as he stood up and slid his phone into his back pocket. Striker stood with Calus then came around to stand beside his mate promptly revealing he was there to Fizz who froze mid skip.
âYikes! Why the fuck are you here?â Fizz jerked in alarm, pointing at Striker accusingly.
âRelax clown, Iâm here with Calus,â Striker irritably assured Fizz with a gesture towards Calus.
âWhat? Seriously? You two working together now?â Fizz wondered, furrowing his brow as he gestured between them.
âFizz, can we just get going?â Calus interjected.
âI meanâŚwe canâŚbut this isnât going to go over well with the big guy,â Fizz warned.
âDoes he even remember that far back?â Striker asked arching a brow in disbelief.
âIâm sure itâll be fine, just take us too him,â Calus insisted.
âYour funeral, just keep him far away from me,â Fizz insisted with a shrug.
The trio headed out of the waiting area towards the office with Fizzarolli leading the way. Once they were outside the large ornate double doors Fizz opened them allowing Striker and Calus to walk inside promptly drawing Ozzyâs attention.
âCalus, my favorite dragon for hire~ How are youâŚ? YOU!â Asmodeusâ tone turned so fast it might have made anyone elseâs head spin, his usual cheery tone turning dark and menacing in an instant at spotting Striker trailing slightly behind Calus. Striker wasnât one to normally show fear in the face of well, anyone however in that moment his entire being quivered causing him to recoil. Asmodeus moved around the desk at an astonishing speed seeming to have completely forgotten that Calus was there, getting within a few feet of Striker before being reminded of the Draconyâs presence as he firmly inserted himself between the prince and his mate. Calus took a firm stance with his tail slightly raised showing off the hair like spines on the end, snarling while one hand was raised to show off his claws and the other stretched out to keep Striker behind him.
âBack. Off!â Calus snarled catching Asmodeus off guard.
âDo you even know what heâs done? What he did too Fizzy?â Asmodeus growled back.
âI am aware, Striker has told me what happened. Heâs not here for Fizz, heâs here with me,â Calus calmly retorted still holding his stance.
âYou? You two are working together? Why in all the rings of hell would you work with a scoundrel like that?â Asmodeus asked, tone calming to a more confused state as he gestured to Striker behind the Dracony. Striker jerked slightly as his tail started to rattle.
âThat is my business, just know that he means you nor Fizz any harm,â Calus assured the agitated prince.
âHow am I supposed to trust that? You didnât see the state he left my poor Fizzy in,â Asmodeus angrily growled, glaring at Striker who averted his gaze.
âEnough! Letâs just do business so that the two of us can leave,â Calus persisted, giving another low snarl in warning.
âHumphâŚfine, you got what I asked you for?â Asmodeus finally conceded, heading back to his desk.
âYes,â Calus confirmed, relaxing slightly as he followed Asmodeus with Striker keeping himself near the doors to the office.Â
Fizz had snuck around the office towards Ozzyâs desk to listen in on the conversation being had between Calus and Asmodeus regarding the pictures heâd been asked to obtain. Calus kept glancing over his shoulder at Striker who settled against the wall beside the doors, arms crossed over his chest as his body remained ridged. They were just finishing up when a tap near the large window behind Ozzy drew everyoneâs attention in the room right before the room was filled with the sound of shattering glass combined with gunfire. Everyone hit the floor as bullets whizzed through the room, Calus cursed under his breath as he heaved the large desk onto its side providing cover with Striker crouch running over to him.
âYa good?â Striker inquired upon reaching his mate.
âYeah, You good Ozzy?â Calus called over to the prince who was crouched beside a large bookshelf.
âYes, whereâs Fizz?â Asmodeus confirmed although his tone turned to concern upon realizing he couldnât see Fizz anywhere.
âIâm up here!â Fizz called from the higher shelves of a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room right next to the window.
âGet on the floor and crawl over here!â Calus instructed upon realizing the imp was severely in the open.
âOkay,â Fizz agreed in a shaky voice.
Fizz managed to get down from the bookshelf unfortunately another bullet came through the window startling him, scared Fizz bolted towards Ozzy instead of minding what Calus had instructed him to do. Striker cursed as he shot up from his spot next to Calus to intercept Fizz as another round of bullets came through the window.
âGet down, clown!â Striker growled, tackling Fizz. The duo hit the ground with loud yelps however whereas Fizzâs was from surprise, Strikerâs was from pain and Calus heard the difference all too clear.
âStriker!â Calus exclaimed, pulling a gun from his hip holster then peering over the desk in hopes of seeing where all this gunfire was coming from.
âWhy did you do that!?â Fizz groused as Striker loomed over him, slowly pushing up using one arm. Fizzâs expression swiftly dropped as he looked up at Striker, the pale imp had a look of agony on his face as he panted heavily, body shaking slightly and there were beads of sweat starting to form on his skin.
âDonât YaâŚever stop runninâ Yer mouthâŚ? Ugh!â Striker gritted his teeth as the hand he wasnât using to hold himself up with came up to grasp his side. Fizz looked down just in time to see a blood stain starting to form on Strikerâs clothing, head snapping back up when blood dripped onto Fizzâs chest revealing another blood stain forming between Strikerâs shoulder and collarbone. Calus watched as a couple figures scurried off apparently, theyâd been on the ledge just below the window, he took a couple shots yet missed regardless he was satisfied there was no longer any threat. Calus holstered his pistol to immediately stand and head over to where Striker was still crouched over Fizz, Asmodeus getting up in turn to follow Calus prompting Striker to shift out of the way so Fizz could get up, practically flying into Ozzyâs arms while Calus reached Striker.
âOh Fizzy! My precious little imp! Are you alright? Are you bleeding?â Asmodeus cooed, gasping at the sight of blood on Fizzâs chest.
âIâm alright, Iâm alright, itâs notâŚmineâŚâ Fizz assured Asmodeus, looking with concern in Strikerâs direction once more. Asmodeus followed Fizzâs gaze to see Calus taking a knee next to Striker with both hands on the other impâs shoulders, brow furrowed deeply in concern as Striker grunted in pain at every little movement.
âEasy, easy, where are you hit?â Calus asked.
âMyâŚmy sideâŚand my shoulderâŚI think,â Striker stammered out, sitting back on his heels as he removed his hand from his side revealing his hand coated in his blood.
âOkay, relax. Let me see,â Calus encouraged, undoing Strikerâs vest then pulling up his shirt revealing the wound to his side wasnât a bullet wound, but rather a nasty graze.
âUgh! Fuck!â Striker cursed, hand flying up to the wound he thought had been to his shoulder but was in the space between his collarbone and shoulder.
âEasy babe, let me see,â Calus unconsciously stated, forgetting that they had an audience. Yanking Strikerâs hand away Calus could tell this was a bullet wound, he looked over Strikerâs shoulder revealing no blood on the back of his jacket meaning the bullet was still inside Strikerâs body much to his dismay.
âLet me guessâŚitâs not aâŚthrough and throughâŚâ Striker stammered out a guess based on Calusâ face.
âNo, I need to get you to the hospital or at least to somewhere I can treat you,â Calus retorted, cupping Strikerâs cheek with his brow firmly furrowed in concern for his injured mate.
âYou need a place to treat him?â Asmodeusâs voice startled Calus a bit as heâd forgotten where they were for a moment, focusing so hard on Striker in the moment.
âYes,â Calus simply answered, helping Striker to his feet.
âAlright, follow me,â Asmodeus encouraged, gesturing for Calus to follow him.
Calus did so, helping Striker walk with one of the impâs arms wrapped around the Draconyâs waist while Calus supported his mate with an arm wrapped around his back. They entered what looked like Ozzyâs workshop area, a large bench sat in the middle of the room with nothing on it allowing Calus to hoist Striker up onto it causing him to groan in agony as he sat on the edge of the bench. Asmodeus set Fizz down to grab the first aid kit he kept in the room, setting it on the bench while Calus worked to remove Strikerâs torso clothing to reveal the two wounds. Calus quickly placed his hand over the wound on Strikerâs side, that bluish glow of the Draconyâs healing abilities radiating from underneath causing Striker to yelp in pain as his flesh began knitting back together. Fizzâs eyes grew wide with curiosity while Asmodeus noted the obvious bite on the pale impâs nape that seemed to match Calusâ mouth.
âEasy, easyâŚbreathâŚbreath babe,â Calus encouraged, pulling Striker close till the impâs forehead tapped against Calusâ shoulder, taking deep breaths through the pain as his hands clenched the edge of the bench.
Asmodeus pretended to not hear the second intimate sentiment as he pulled out some things from the kit then went to grab some cloths and towels. Fizz watched almost in awe as Calus healed Strikerâs wound on his side yet also felt a little guilty for having been the cause of the pale impâs injuries. Upon finishing Calus brought both hands up to cup Strikerâs face, gently leaning down to tap their foreheads together.
âDo you want to lay down?â Calus inquired in a quiet tone.
âN-no, just get it over with,â Striker insisted through gritted teeth.
âOkay,â Calus confirmed.
Ozzy returned with the cloths and towels which he passed to Calus who used them to clean the area around Strikerâs second wound before grabbing a pair of forceps from the bench. Striker braced himself as Calus went digging for the bullet, claws splintering the wood of the bench as he exclaimed in agony yet as usual, he endured as Calus swiftly found the wayward bullet, yanking it from the wound then pressed a clean towel to the hole left behind. Striker held the towel in place while Calus let him have a few moments to relax before he went about healing this injury as well.
âWell, at least I understand why you were so protective of him earlier,â Ozzy huffed a laugh.
âWhat are you talking about?â Calus asked in turn despite knowing exactly what the prince was eluding to.
âIâm talking about the fact you two are an item,â Asmodeus elaborated, driving his point home by gesturing to the bite mark on Strikerâs nape that was now on full display.
âWeâre mates, so what?â Calus defensively asked, glaring at Asmodeus.
âCalm down, I promise I mean nothing by itâŚif anything I understand,â Asmodeus stated, holding his hands up in front of himself defensively.
âHow are you still conscious? I wouldâve been out cold by now,â Fizz questioned, looking over Striker in curious confusion as the pale imp panted softly looking over at the other imp.
âThis ainât nothinâ newâŚYa really think this the first time Iâve been shot,â Striker retorted managing a small smirk.
âYou are terrifying,â Fizz responded flatly.
âFizzy, donât bother him,â Asmodeus gently scolded prompting Fizz to come over to Ozzyâs side.
Calus moved back to Striker who removed the towel allowing Calus to place his hand on the injury, the soft blueish glow once more radiating from his palm as Striker let out a guttural groan from the pain.
âDid you see who was shooting at us?â Asmodeus asked.
âUnfortunately, no, they were hiding on the ledge below the window and scurried off probably once they realize there were too many bodies in the room to deal with,â Calus theorized in response to Ozzyâs question.
âWell, Iâll assure they are found and dealt with,â Asmodeus declared.
âVery well, Iâll leave it in your hands then,â Calus agreed, finishing up with Strikerâs wound and stepping back a little.
âAre you alright?â Calus asked Striker who looked haggard.
âYeah, Iâm just exhausted,â Striker assured his mate.
âIâm not surprised, letâs get back to the motel,â Calus suggested with a small, relieved smile.
Striker hopped from the bench, grabbing his long-sleeved shirt off itâs surface to pull it on however before he did it wasnât lost on the pale imp that Fizz was staring with an impressed expression on his features. A short time later they left the palace to head back to the motel room they were staying in where Striker was out like a light with in a few hours of them getting there.Â

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