#HelluvaBoss Original Character

[drades-lair]

A Good Mate

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing: Striker x Original Male Character

TW: Mentions of past rape and current PTSD

Warm rays of sunshine woke Striker, sitting up with a yawn and a stretch he glanced to Calus’ still sleeping form next to him. Sliding off the side of the bed Striker heard Calus’ alarm go off promptly awakening the Dracony with a groan of irritation as he reached for the annoying device to switch it off followed by a yawn of his own as he sat up. The duo shuffled to the kitchen where they made some much-needed coffee and breakfast, little was said as per usual which is when it started that is Striker’s overthinking started. For a few months now Striker had started to notice just how boring he was, when Striker was on his own, he’d found comfort in routine not realizing how boring of an imp it made him however since being with Calus it had become painfully obvious. Every single day was just like the previous with only the subtlest of differences which were usually predictable, even they’re fucking sex life was painfully vanilla. Striker hated how his brain ran with things like this, he was starting to worry Calus was getting bored with Striker’s boring, vanilla ways. The pale imp hung his head as his mind put pieces of a puzzle together, he didn’t want to complete, realization of how little they’d had sex in the last few months, the fact Calus was taking on more jobs then normal as well as how little conversation they had on regular basis…obviously he didn’t want to lose Calus, but he wasn’t entirely certain how to fix the problem either. Continuing to ride to his next job Striker tried to think of a solution, something that was off the beaten path so to speak when an idea crept into his mind, his job that day would be a short one thus leaving Striker more then enough time afterwards to stop somewhere on the way home, somewhere he could perhaps pick up a small gift for Calus as a surprise. A smile spread across Striker’s features as he continued to his job having come up with what he thought was a great way to at least give things a little jump in their relationship.

Upon finishing up for the day Striker stopped in at a bookstore that was on the way back to the penthouse, wondering the vast isles of books Striker became suddenly aware that he didn’t know what genre of books Calus liked, let alone what specific books he enjoyed reading. The obvious answer here was to just get Calus something else he would like however the more Striker pondered the more his face dropped, the pale imp quickly came to the realization that despite having been with Calus for two full years at this point he knew nothing about him. Deflated a little Striker returned to Bombproof outside the bookstore opting to simply head back to the penthouse empty handed much to his dismay. Striker couldn’t believe that he didn’t even know the simplest things about Calus such as what he liked to eat or what sorts of shows he liked on TV, they’d just never talked about stuff like that…yet Calus knew about his likes and dislikes. The pale imp hung his head a little as this realization wasn’t helping him feel any more confident about their future together, if anything it was making him less confident then ever after all why would Calus want to stay with him if he didn’t even put the effort in to know his mate. Once home Striker put Bombproof away with Aurora indicating that Calus was already home a thought that made Striker’s stomach drop further. Eventually Striker made his way into the penthouse, toeing off his boots at the door before hanging his hat and coat on the hangers near the door.

“Welcome home, babe,” Calus greeted from where he sat on the couch in the living area when Striker walked through the entrance way into the little intersection that parted the penthouse into its separate sections.

“Hi, got plans for dinner?” Striker inquired trying to hide his disappointment from the day although even he could tell he’d not done a great job of that.

“Not really, want to order something?” Calus retorted with a small smile.

“Sure,” Striker agreed, tossing his duffle on the floor next to the kitchen counter.

“Alright, we’ll decide on that in a moment. Come here,” Calus encouraged with a wave, eliciting a cocked eyebrow of curious confusion from the pale imp. Striker moved into the living area over to the couch where Calus was sitting prompting the Dracony to hand something to him. Striker turned the large white box over in his hands a few times before looking to Calus with a questioning furrow to his brow.

“Just open it,” Calus encouraged with a chuckle.

“Alright…?” Striker agreed a little hesitantly, opening the box in his hands which instantly shifted his expression of confused to surprised. Inside the box was a gorgeous pair of white leather chaps with golden embroidery on them, Striker gingerly ran his fingers over the smooth surface of the chaps however instead of a smile his face dropped.

“Well? What do you think?” Calus asked gesturing to the box still in Striker’s hands.

“I…what are these for?” Striker wondered.

“Ha-ha, no special occasion. I saw them while I was out on my job today and thought you’d like them,” Calus laughed before explaining.

“You just…bought them…for no reason…” Striker concluded, looking back down at the chaps.

“Yeah, I mean…why not?” Calus stated with a small shrug.

“Right…” Striker retorted under his breath no longer able to really hide his forlorn expression.   

“What’s wrong? You don’t like them?” Calus inquired upon noticing Striker’s expression.

“Hmm, yes! Yes, I do…I swear I like ‘em,” Striker assured Calus as the Dracony pushed off the couch.

“Okay, good. How’s about later you wear them for me?” Calus suggested with a seductive smile on his features as he walked up to Striker.

“I guess I could…I’ll see how I feel,” Striker retorted.

Striker took the gift to the bedroom where he placed it on the bed although he was aware Calus hadn’t meant to upset him that’s exactly what the gift had done. After everything that had been running through his mind that day having Calus give him a random gift especially after he’d been unable to find something for him in turn…it just made everything worse. Striker didn’t want to disappoint Calus anymore then he already had thus after dinner he catered to Calus’ request, changing into the chaps with nothing else except his cowboy hat quickly earning him a wide grin from his mate when Calus wondered into the bedroom. Striker had posed on the bed with one leg crooked upwards while the other was outstretched, Calus crawled up the bed to settle between Striker’s legs with a soft chuckle of amusement before pulling the imp into a deep kiss. Striker went with it however if he was perfectly honest, he wasn’t feeling it at all tonight, even as Calus nipped down his neck and his hands caressed Striker’s chest nothing was happening. Calus continued his caressing and kissing for a while till he pulled back out of nowhere catching Striker off guard a little.

“What’s wrong?” Calus gently asked once again so out of the blue Striker was a little stunned.

“What make’s Ya think somethin’ is wrong?” Striker asked.

“A few things, the look you got earlier when I gave you the chaps, the way you’ve been overly quiet lately but most of all I’ve been stimulating you for the past thirty minutes and you’re still soft,” Calus softly chuckled at the last part as he glanced down between them causing Striker to blush. The pale imp gave a heavy sigh then shifted to sit up while Calus shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, furrowing his brow in confused concern.

“Give it to me straight, when do Ya want me gone?” Striker asked in a low solemn tone, eyes averted to the bedding.  

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” Calus retorted truly not understanding the question being asked as the furrow he had deepened.  

“Don’t fuck wit me! When do Ya want me out of the penthouse!?” Striker barked irritably as he repeated the question, gripping the bedding on the one side.

“What!? Why would you think I want you out of the penthouse?” Calus asked in shocked surprise now that he understood what Striker was asking.

“Isn’t it obvious? Why would Ya wanna stay with someone like me?” Striker’s tone fell towards the end, he didn’t want to believe what he was saying yet it was clear he’d convinced himself of it. Calus had to take a moment to absorb what was being thrown at him however piecing together the latest set of events it didn’t take long to draw his conclusions.

“Why do you think I wouldn’t want to be with you?” Calus asked, lowering his tone to a gentle soft one as he moved a little closer to Striker.

“Come off it Calus, I’m clearly boring Ya,” Striker retorted.

“You think I’m bored with you?” Calus clarified.

“Why wouldn’t Ya be? I’m the most vanilla fuckin’ imp in the whole of hell…on top of that I’m the worst mate here too,” Striker mumbled under his breath.

“What? How do you figure that?” Calus retorted arching a confused brow as he laid a hand on Striker’s knee only to be swatted off.

“I’ve been wit Ya for two years now, but I don’t know anythin’ about Ya,” Striker explained.

“Is that why you did this tonight, despite not feeling up to it?” Calus wondered, patiently working Striker through his thoughts.

“Yeah…I didn’t want ta disappoint Ya anymore then I already had,” Striker explained.

“Disappoint me? What makes you think I’m disappointed?” Calus retorted.

“Ya know…because I don’t know anythin’ about Ya, I wanted ta get Ya somethin’ today too…but when I tried ta think of somethin’ I literally had nothin’,” Striker continued to explain.

“Great minds think alike I guess…that doesn’t make you a bad mate though, we’ve just not had a lot of time to discuss those sorts of things,” Calus assured Striker.

“We shouldn’t have ta talk about it! I am always observant of my surroundings, yet I couldn’t be bothered ta observe what my mate likes!” Striker barked again.  

“Striker…it’s fine, I don’t think any less of you because you don’t know my favorite things. I also don’t care that your ‘vanilla’,” Calus reassured Striker, putting his hand back on Striker’s knee with a gentle squeeze.   

“Seriously?” Striker questioned with a furrow of confusion on his features.

“Yes, there are good reasons why we can’t do certain things especially in the bedroom with you and that’s fine. As for day to day if you really want to do something new all you have to do is talk to me,” Calus assured his mate.

“Ya mean because my fuckin’ brain can’t decern between the past and present…” Striker solemnly stated, catching on to what Calus was referring to.

“Hey, don’t do that. I know it frustrates you when your PTSD gets triggered and I wish I could fix that for you, I really do…unfortunately I can’t heal a mental wound. I’m fine with our ‘vanilla’ ways though,” Calus’ face dropped a little as he explained however he did release a soft chuckle towards the end.

“Ya are?” Striker inquired finally lifting his gaze to meet Calus’.

“Yes, I promise. Now, if you’re up for it we can continue with our night or if you’re not into it we can simply settle down together…maybe talk,” Calus suggested.

“I’m not really feelin’ it tonight, maybe we’ll try again tomorrow,” Striker suggested in turn.

“Fair enough, let’s just get comfortable and lay together,” Calus stated with a warm smile on his face.

The duo got themselves into their comfortable clothing, crawling into bed next to one another with Striker curling up to Calus. After a few moments of silence, they started casually talking with Striker asking a whole host of questions which Calus didn’t mind answering. Their conversation went for a few hours before they decided to switch on the TV, simply relaxing in one another’s presence as the sound radiated in the background.

[mightyfoz]

they're probably talking about taxes or somethin'

[lin-lyn-linney]

Been in art block for a week now, can't draw shi unless I have some sort of inspo but I managed to make this-

I have made several hazbin hotel/helluva boss OC's ever since COVID years but stopped now it's back

[bbonbonss]

my little wrath hybrid, fig

[purpledamnstn]

My co-writer and I have a GRANDIOSE PROJECT for you!

You can already see the cover and the story behind it on my boosty! I will also post the cover here, but in a week.

For now, here's a hint: This is definitely a crossover between Hazbin Hotel and another fandom. You can guess the idea in the comments!

[thecluelessdoctor]

Ok so last night I had a dream that ghost fuckers came out and it got revealed that stolas has a half sister who's part imp. On his moms side to kinda be a way to why his mother isnt present LITERALLY ANYWHERE and I had to go to YouTube just to see if that happened and I was so disappointed when I found out I was dreaming like :(

But yeah like his mom had a affair with a imp as well, not only that it ended with a CHILD, so shit was silently removed from the picture.

Anyway here's the fucking kid

It's kinda fuzzy due to it being from a dream but this was the basic design.

And like in the fake episode in my fucking brain there was a song between Azula here and stolas that is omage to Hazbin's more than anything

Please save me I fucking love her

[thenamesbeenweird]

my little piece of shit

[kideartzz]

Night Comic (read desc)

”Mishura is quite quiet today, don’t you think that Formtaker..?”

So…

The animation about Super Mario is 100% confirmed and I try my best to make it cool 🫠

I’ll try to make it a enjoyable, interesting, smooth animation (so please, give me mercy 🙏🏻)

Thanks for reading this far and have a good day/night/morning/whatever time you’re reading this 😅

[ladymothbeth]

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—Collab with @starfire-vega1

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🤭💚✨

I WAS ACTUALLY SMILING WHEN I DRAW THAT 😭

[kips-delusions]

new ep dropped ~ loved the little stolas mv 💙

[drades-lair]

Milking

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/Original male character

Rating: M

Note: This was inspired by the post by Twiggietime on twitter https://twitter.com/Twiggietime/status/1717403420758274216

"Why are we here?" Striker groused, halting Bombproof along side Calus and Aurora.

"I told you, we're here to do some chores," Calus chuckled, dismounting Aurora.

"I know that I meant why are we doin' farm chores?" Striker corrected, dismounting Bombproof as well.

"Because this is what we were hired to do, you know I do a little of everything," Calus explained, guiding Aurora to a pasture where they were told to put their hell steeds.

"Fine, what are we doin'?" Striker asked with a conceded eyeroll.

"Fence mending, feeding, hell steed brushing, finally we gotta clean up the barn," Calus revealed.

"Guess I'll take the steeds while Ya do the fences then we can feed the animals before cleanin' the barn together," Striker suggested.

Calus agreed allowing them to get started, everything going smoothly as both lost clothing along the way leaving the duo shirtless as they cleaned the barn. Cleaning the one corner Striker's rake hit a small metal bottle he recognized as a milking machine.

"They have hell cows at one point?" Striker inquired with a chuckle as he lightly kicked the bottle like machine.

"Yeah, they had a couple a little while ago," Calus confirmed, turning to look at what Striker was referring to.

Continuing their work, the barn started getting hot in more ways than one as the duo started checking one another out. Once they were mostly finished Calus checked the time on his phone revealing they were a couple hours ahead of schedule. Smirking the Dracony crept up behind Striker, playfully grabbing the imp from behind, securing his arms behind his back. Striker yelped in surprise at first then chuckled while playfully struggling against Calus' grip. Guiding Striker to a bale of hay Calus pressed Striker to his knees then bent him over it, stealing the rope on Striker's belt to secure the imp's hands behind his back. Striker chuckled into a moan as the Dracony's mouth nipped along his shoulder blades to his neck, tongue lathing at the mating mark in his nape. Calus reached a hand underneath Striker to undo the imp's jeans allowing him to pull them down to his mid thighs, massaging gingerly at his firm ass while continuing to mouth down the centre of Striker's back. Striker hummed in approval, back arching up against Calus like a cat while his tail wrapped around the Dracony's waist.

Calus rubbed his hand along Striker's cheeks, slipping between his legs to gingerly squeeze at the imp's hanging balls. Striker's breathing started to pick up, moans flowing freely as Calus worked him up little by little however just as he was feeling that tension in his lower abdomen grow Calus stopped having gotten an idea. Striker turned his head to see what Calus was doing only to become further confused by the Dracony grabbing the milking machine from earlier.

"What Ya think Ya doin'?" Striker inquired with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Relax, I've got an idea," Calus smirked placing the machine by Striker's hip. Striker shuddered a little as Calus grabbed the base of his cock then he watched as Calus grabbed the cup on the end of the hose leading to the milking machine.

"Calus? What the fuck...are Ya...yikes!" Striker yelped mid sentence as Calus slid the cup over Striker's cock, impressed it fit over the imp's spines.

"I said relax, I've seen this done before," Calus assured his mate right before turning on the milking machine. Striker gave a yelping groan as the machine started to suck at his cock in an alternating fashion, thighs quivering.

“That feel good, Babe?” Calus asked, rubbing the pads of his fingers over Striker’s entrance as he took a knee beside his trembling mate.

“Oh fuck! Y-Yes…Ugh!” Striker panted out, tail rattling intensely.

“Sshh…breath babe…breath, that’s it…” Calus calmly whispered, rimming Striker’s hole slowly as the imp’s hips started rocking.

Striker bit down on his bottom lip with a series of whimpering moans when his orgasm was wrenched from his body causing him to release a high-pitched whine. Calus switched off the milking machine but had to leave the cup on Striker till the imp’s spines relaxed, releasing his mate’s arms in the meanwhile to allow him to get more comfortable. Once the cup was removed Striker pulled his pants back up only to turn around to see Calus resting on another bale of hay, pants open with his hard cock out. Striker took the hint, crawling over to settle between Calus’ thighs, hands resting on them as he sized the Dracony’s cock up. A moment later Striker wrapped a hand around the base of Calus’ cock giving it a firm stroke upwards, twisting his wrist near the head before smoothing back down his shaft eliciting a throaty, humming moan from the Dracony who leaned back on his hands to allow Striker to just do what he wanted too. Striker licked a strip up the underside of Calus’ cock to the head where he slid his mouth over it, the imp had a sensitive gag reflex which prevented him from giving a full blow job, but he could still give partial ones. Striker massaged Calus’ shaft near the base till his knot popped free allowing him to knead the Dracony’s balls while sucking the head of his cock, drawing out soft moans from his mate who looked down at the imp through hooded eyes.

“Fu-ck…Striker…I’m…close…” Calus warned, breath hitching between words.

Striker pulled off the head of Calus’ cock to start rapidly stroking his shaft while wrapping his tail around the base just above Calus’ knot, rattling steadily causing Calus to groan loudly. Moments later Calus came, spurts of cum splashing up onto his stomach only to ooze down over Striker’s hand as well as his tail, continuing to knead the Dracony’s knot to encourage it to release the rest of Calus’ load over the next few minutes. Once the duo were finished cleaning up they finished their job in the barn, put their shirts, jackets and hats back on, got paid then took off for home where perhaps a milking machine might be on the purchase list in the foreseeable future.     

[goldenstrwbrry]

Shipping doodles of these two

(CANNOT WAIT FOR THE FUTURE EPISODES!!!!)

[theonephun211]

So uh, I got a new Drawing Tablet yesterday.

I may have went absolutely nuts.

[cr0wtherr]

Art Fight Art!! Had so much fun doing these.

[mightyfoz]

𝔇𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱

won't be me if I don't draw my OC in an angsty scenario, here's a little story I thought of behind this drawing. (keep reading for story)

Jingle is pretty much reliant on his job with Mammon, and he even enjoys working for him! But one day Mammon just gets on his nerves by pointing out the one single mistake he made throughout the day. Jingle mainly gets upset as he always, ALWAYS makes sure he does everything perfectly, knowing he will not get a thanks from Mammon. But him just pointing out the one time he messed up, really made him upset.

Jingle sadly lets his emotions get to him, and he storms off after arguing with his boss and leaving him to do all the work alone. Though, Jingle soon realizes the mistake they've made and feel absolutely terrible about it. Not that they yelled at Mammon, but that they just royally screwed over their life by leaving the one job that allowed them to live in a giant mansion and pretty much have everything they've ever desired, albeit Mammon being who he is. All alone in the ring of Greed, they get into some trouble and have to run for their life from some goons. They lose most of the accessories they had on and pretty much look like a big mess, by the time they manage to get to somewhere safe. Mammon on the other hand is just all over the place as he literally can't do one thing right, as Jingle has always been the one to help him, and he couldn't find an assistant just like that in the middle of the day, as much as he wanted to. He spam messages/calls Jingle, but no answers from him.

By the end, Jingle is so upset, he wished he just stayed quiet and never snapped to his boss. Luckily, he sees Mammon's limo somewhere outside the bank and just rushes for it, without questioning or rethinking if he should do that. Jingle finally is safe in the limo, and knows that the second he sees Mam, he'd just cling to him and tell him to take him back, that he'd do anything just so he wouldn't be out there again. (i pictured that Jingle just doesn't see himself as important anymore, he's changed his temperament while working for Mammon, knowing that if he loses his job, he'd forever just be a nobody.)

Mammon obviously is relieved that Jingle returned, mainly because he didn't have to do all the hard work his assistant did for him, but I like to think that he grows just a tiny tiiiiny smidge of respect for all the work Jingle does. Not that he starts thanking him for anything, of course not. He just knows that if it weren't for Jingle, he definitely wouldn't be able to handle anything.

But yes, in short, Jingle is highly dependent on Mammon. And since he works for him, I do believe he's signed some sort of contract with Mammon, so even if he wanted to leave, he wouldn't be allowed or able to. But to Jingle personally, he would rather listen to Mammon and constantly do all the tiny things he could think of, than be out in the streets.

[angelicadamposting]

Happy B-Day Evangéline🍰| Winner AU♡

art credit to @ venus24draw on insta

Growing up, Evangéline’s birthday was never that big of a deal to her — but when she went to Heaven and subsequently married Adam… it became more of a spectacle. Truthfully, it wasn’t just Adam who always wanted to have a party for her, but also Emily. The young seraphim seeing Evangéline as an older sister and wanting to have fun with her. So now, every year for her birthday, Evangéline bakes at least one cake — if not multiple and a few batches of cupcakes — for herself, her friends and her husband.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

like I said before here’s the angel / winner version of Eva’s birthday post ! since before I posted her sinner / fallen au <33 today is my/her birthday !