Long Brooding Over Those Lost Pleasures Exaggerates Their Charm And Sweetness - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - SFWish
Title: Long Brooding Over Those Lost Pleasures Exaggerates Their Charm And Sweetness
Author: Keith
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Setting: Ozzie’s House
Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie
Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 1223
Type Of Work: One-Shot, Gift for Sin
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Mpreg, Male Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Both Lovers Are Pregnant, Nesting, Egg-Laying, Insomnia, Fluff, I Exaggerate Ozzie’s Roostery Bits
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything!
Summary: What in the seven layers was he doing?
AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr!
This is a gift for my friend @charsawdeath! I wanted to help cheer them up, and I thought one of our conversations was really cute, so I wanted to give this a try! It’ll be the first thing I finish for them, though I have a couple of trades that I owe, too! Regardless, I hope this helps put you in better spirits, Sin. You deserve it ; u;
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Long Brooding Over Those Lost Pleasures Exaggerates Their Charm And Sweetness
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Groaning softly, Fizzarolli shook his head as he placed it in his hand, pacing in the living room for possibly the eight billionth time. His other hand was pressed to the side of his distended stomach, and he felt something shift and it only made him whine. Following his worn trail around the coffee table, to the entertainment system, behind Ozzie’s armchair, and back again, and again, and again, he had been taking this route for what felt like half of his life. It was such a breath of fresh air to beeline for the armchair instead of the entertainment system that he growled in frustration. This. Wasn’t. Working.
The pregnant imp was so damn tired, but every time he got comfortable the triplets would see to it that that would come to a quick, untimely end. While he wasn’t entirely sure what his thought process had been for wearing himself out, he was hoping it would all work out in the end. In comparison, Ozzie’s pregnancy was going swimmingly, from what he could see, even if he’d had his issues. Fizzy figured a lot of it had to do with the fact that Ozzie probably had much smaller babies, whereas he was smuggling a couple of bowling balls under his shirt at the best of times.
Sure, Ozzie had said something about eggs, but at least eggs didn’t punch you in the bladder. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t love the three little darlings growing inside of him, but he’d do anything to catch a break.
With another irritated grunt, he glared at his stomach for a moment, mumbling a few half-formed words before he sighed, closing his eyes.
“I didn’t mean it,” He promised, “But if you three don’t let me sleep, I’ll–” Yelping suddenly as he was lifted by the back of his shirt, Fizzarolli clung to it tightly so he wouldn’t drop to the floor. Shooting a scowl up at his lover’s chin, he huffed, wrapping his arms around the back of Ozzie’s neck instead of letting the threat of slipping out of his shirt stay over his head, “What the shit bagels are you doing?”
“Temper, Baby, you’re gonna be a mama soon,” Ozzie chuckled, and Fizz took note of how the elder demon was walking on all fours, his large hands splayed over the wood beneath them. His dainty little talons took only to the toes in the back, and he’d had his lover’s nightshirt clutched in his beak. Without having to carry him like that anymore, though, he spoke freely despite Fizzarolli’s clearly spoiled mood, “Now, now, don’t look at me like that. I’m helping.”
“You don’t think you coulda done that, I dunno, a few months ago?” Fizzarolli groused, chittering with a dramatic growl. They were both lucky he didn’t deign to cross his arms out of reflex, but he did bring his legs up more and crossed them against his belly to take some of the strain off of the rest of his body.
“I’ve been helping, you’re just in a shit mood, and I can fix that.”
“No. No sex right now, I’m not rewarding this behavior.”
“Who said it had to be sex, Baby?” Ozzie tutted at him playfully, and Fizz pouted at their bedroom door. When he pushed it open with his foot for both of them, what he saw on the bed took him a little by surprise, and his head tilted.
“Uhhh… I mean… Usually, I’d say it’s kinda… Your thing, but… Ozzie?”
“Yeah, Baby?” The King didn’t stop walking except to kick the door shut behind them, lumbering into their bedroom and towards the bed.
“What am I looking at right now?”
The sheet, the thinner blankets used for quick clean-ups, and the thick downy comforter that Ozzie refused to not have on his bed had been more or less wound together in a large, open ‘O’ in the center of the bed. Every pillow in the bedroom, and what looked like maybe even every pillow in the house lay inside it, the mattress only an afterthought. Ozzie had a nice-ass, huge-ass bed, and Fizzarolli was never one to hate on it. It was comfortable no matter how much he wound into a pretzel, and he never really needed it to be made better.
“Nest.” The simple explanation still didn’t exactly tell him anything, and Fizz pouted up at his lover as he climbed onto the bed. Notably, he was still walking like a small dog carrying a toy too large in its mouth, and when he finally came to a stop over the nest he’d built, he lowered his chest towards the pillows until Fizzarolli could let go. Guiding him to lay down in the center of the nest where there was a purposeful divot made for him, Ozzie purred. With him laid out on his side, Ozzie fluffed the fabric around him, covering him somewhat as he clucked softly for him.
Fizzarolli had heard that the Sins could be pretty feral sometimes, instinctual even to a fault, but he’d never actually witnessed it in any of them. Maybe he didn’t know most of them all that well, but he would have thought that he’d have seen Ozzie like this before, at least… But he never had.
“Okay, so, why are you nesting me–”
“Us.” There Ozzie was again with the one-word answers. He cooed quietly, a purr undercutting his breaths and words, and he hummed a little as he draped the soft throw blanket over Fizzarolli’s hips. With a finalized little warble, he crawled forward a little more, settling his body over the nest. From what he could tell, the Sin above him had taken into account his size, how pregnant they both were, and where he was going to put Fizzarolli to make sure it was safe and comfortable.
The steady gunfire of Ozzie’s buk-buk-buk ba-gwaking still confused him, because it wasn’t often that Ozzie acted like this, but… Well, he’d overheard Mammon having a whisper-yelling match with him, and one thing he took away from it was that Ozzie had never been pregnant before, either. Over six thousand years old, and some little imp from the Greed ring had managed to be the first one to get him to actually lay.
Sometimes he felt so lucky, but right now it was more… Surprise. Ozzie wasn’t usually like this, but as the larger demon settled over him, he still felt pretty irritable.
“Ozz, I can’t sleep if I’m–”
“Shhh.” Ozzie’s one-word responses were starting to get on his nerves, and he’d been about ready to snap at him when the louder purring warbles had started. With the warmth, the softness, the comfort he was wrapped in, combined with the familiar weight of his lover and whatever he was doing with his voicebox, Fizzarolli couldn’t keep his eyelids open. Despite the frustration he’d been feeling, all fight drained out of him as Ozzie more or less sang him to sleep, and he curled against him happily, purring in response. When it cut suddenly, they were both more or less asleep, resting happily against each other.
Now, if only they’d started this sooner, maybe Fizzarolli would have had less of a bad day. He could get used to being nested, even after the babies were born.
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AN: It’s kind of short, I know, but it was easier to get something short done faster. I hope you liked it!
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