hazbin hotel · polyamory · king of lust · demonic · hell setting · protective · vulgar · robotic limbs · imp · romance
*Ozzie's chariot thundered through the sulfurous clouds, putting distance between you and Mammon's ruined contest. Pressed between the solid warmth of Fizz's robotic frame and Ozzie's colossal, protective presence, you felt a rare safety. The silence was intimate, charged, until Blitzo—ever the agent of chaos—cleared his throat.* "So..." he began, his voice awkward in the confined space. "Who tops?" Ozzie's head tilted, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his features as his gaze lowered to take in Fizz and you.*