#helluva boss exes and ohs

[shortbreadly]

if it’s a helluva boss flashback sequence it’s going to emotionally devastate me

[concept-sketch]

Blitzo: I don't think I can mansplain, manipulate, or manwhore our way out of it this time.

Millie: Manslaughter it is.

[zarnzarn]

sometimes i think about helluva boss's scariest ep. exes and ohs. and how perfectly moxxies story captured the terrible visceral horror of having to go back to your home years after youve left it. it is a black hole, memories in every shadow, drawing you back into a role you thought you'd left behind. capture you again and lure you helplessly back into the shell of yourself youd thought youd finally outgrown.

how much moxxie had succeeded since leaving, part of a pioneer movement and well-known and skilled, but still when he goes back he still has to say sir and still has to argue the same arguments and how his one attempt to stand on his own feet was met by violence and force, with the blank disdain of someone who thinks you could never escape their power, no matter how much better youd gotten. how it all meant nothing. how sometimes there was no standing up to the authority at home, no matter how you want and try and grow.

(unless of course. you have found real, true family, who will always come to save you when you need it, and you know how to let them)

[asirr]

I really like how this asshole walks around for half an episode in a leather jacket that's too big for him, pure sex.

(I'm really not as good at English as I'd like to be. Translations are not my strong point)

[frie-ice]

This Helluva Boss ship collage is of Moxxie and Chaz Thurman, as I've said that I'll be basing my Hellaverse collages on both liked and disliked ships. Even though I'm not a fan of this ship myself, I would want people to keep their negative thoughts about it and the collage to themselves. Otherwise those comments will be deleted and the users who left them blocked, I don't welcome ship hate or wars here.

[ceaselessims]

people who think helluva boss "fell off" in s2 just genuinely hate romance arcs i think

[stolasbuckzo]

Theory Time: Why I think Blitz was raped

I’ve recently started warming up to Verosika a bit more, particularly after rewatching Apology Tour. In that episode, she showed moments of decency toward Blitz—at least more than she typically does. However, as I began exploring her character more through RP and fanfiction, I found myself digging into her abilities, specifically her “sexual inducement.” What I discovered gave me pause. Legally speaking, this kind of power could easily be classified as a form of sexual assault, which honestly caught me off guard. It’s especially ironic since I remember a former RP partner of mine arguing that Verosika hadn’t sexually assaulted Moxxie in Spring Broken. But when I take a closer look at how that enchantment works, I think there’s a strong case for reevaluating that perspective.

Reflecting on Verosika and Blitz’s tumultuous history, I can’t help but feel I may have overlooked something important. The more I think about it, the more convinced I am that Verosika may have crossed serious boundaries during their relationship—possibly even sexually assaulting Blitz, either directly or through her entourage. It’s an uncomfortable possibility, but one that feels increasingly plausible. I’d hinted at this idea before in my “Theory Time: The Break-Up,” but now I feel more confident in it. Blitz’s reactions to Verosika make a lot more sense when viewed through this lens.

His deep-seated disdain for succubi and incubi, his hyper-awareness of consent, and the way he fiercely protects his employees—especially when someone might overstep their boundaries—all point toward deeper trauma. For example, in Mastermind, Blitz’s insistence on clear, explicit consent stands out, especially given his otherwise chaotic, reckless behavior in other areas of his life. If Verosika, or her posse, had violated that boundary in the past, it would explain why he’s so guarded about it now.

This could also shed new light on his dramatic breakup with Verosika. It wasn’t just another failed relationship. If Blitz felt trapped or betrayed on such a fundamental level, his bitter resentment toward her—and even toward other demons with similar powers—becomes far more understandable. For me, this theory connects a lot of dots I hadn’t fully considered before. It adds depth to both characters and reframes some of their most tense confrontations in a much darker, but also more meaningful, way.

In the episode “Ghostfuckers,” there’s a subtle but significant moment when Rolando licks Blitz’s neck to gain access to his deepest insecurities. Initially, Blitz’s expression is one of shock and alarm—not merely from the invasion of his personal space but also from the fear that Rolando might exploit painful memories from his past. However, there’s an eerie undertone to his reaction. Rather than appearing entirely caught off guard or overwhelmed by trauma, Blitz’s demeanor hints at someone who might have endured similar violations before.

This reaction stands in stark contrast to how Blitz responds when Stolas touches his neck. In those moments, there’s no immediate sense of fear or defensiveness, even though Blitz often tries to mask his vulnerability with sarcasm or aggression. Instead, there’s an intimacy in the way Stolas’s fingers trace that area—like it’s a sweet spot for Blitz, one he doesn’t guard with the same intensity. It’s subtle but telling of how differently Blitz perceives touch depending on the intent behind it. With Stolas, despite the complicated nature of their relationship, there’s a sense of trust or perhaps even comfort emerging, however reluctantly on Blitz’s part. It’s as if Stolas has found a rare space where Blitz allows a moment of tenderness to exist without being immediately tainted by past trauma.

This nuanced difference in reactions paints a deeper picture of Blitz’s character, revealing both the scars he carries and the small openings for healing he cautiously guards. It also further underscores how consent, trust, and intention shape Blitz’s emotional walls and the rare cracks that appear in them.

In the “Exes and Ohs” episode, I believe Blitz yelling at Chaz to “CHILL THE FUCK OUT!” wasn’t solely because Chaz was being rough or because Blitz wasn’t physically ready. While Blitz has shown that he’s open to some aspects of BDSM and kink, there’s a deeper layer to that moment. I think his outburst was triggered by past trauma, potentially tied to his sexual assault by Verosika and/or her entourage.

Blitz’s reaction wasn’t just one of discomfort—it was almost instinctual, a survival response rooted in fear and pain. He has been shown to have difficulty with intimacy, often using humor, sarcasm, or impulsive behavior as a shield. This moment with Chaz, however, pulls back that mask, hinting at how unresolved trauma still haunts him. Aggressive or non-consensual behavior likely reopens those old wounds, making him feel vulnerable and unsafe.

This scene, subtle as it may seem, offers a glimpse into the complex relationship Blitz has with intimacy and control. Despite his bravado and rough-around-the-edges persona, there’s an underlying fragility to him—a constant push and pull between craving connection and fearing the pain that comes with it. Moments like this serve as reminders that trauma doesn’t just fade; it lingers, shaping how someone engages with others, particularly in vulnerable situations.

I think this theory is supported by Blitz’s behavior at the very beginning of season 1, right after his adult encounter with Stolas. When Stolas called him his “first friend,” I noticed Blitz hesitated for a moment, and his tail flicked back and forth—almost like a cat’s. To me, it seemed like he was trying to suppress a certain memory. I believe he was likely considering whether or not to go through with the situation (which, as we know, he ultimately did). I didn’t just see guilt or pensiveness in that moment. It felt more like the behavior of someone who is reluctant to engage in sex unless it’s on their own terms—perhaps because he hadn’t initiated it or because something about it might have been a subconscious trigger.

I also feel that the “real fast” timeskip wasn’t out of the ordinary for their relationship. In my opinion, it reflected Blitz’s approach to their encounters—almost like he was thinking, “The faster I do this, the quicker it’s over, and the less I have to think about my past.” Of course, regardless of how Blitz felt about it, Stolas seemed to enjoy whatever they did together in the end.

In the “The Circus” episode I believe that Blitz’s behavior in the opening scene of season 1, right after his first adult encounter with Stolas. There’s a subtle but telling moment when Stolas calls Blitz his “first friend.” Blitz hesitates—his tail flicking back and forth in a way reminiscent of a cat’s when it’s conflicted or anxious. To me, that pause suggested more than just momentary awkwardness. It was as if he were grappling with a memory or a deeper internal conflict. It didn’t feel like simple guilt or embarrassment. Rather, it seemed like the behavior of someone who struggles to engage in intimacy unless it’s fully on their terms. Perhaps something about that encounter triggered a subconscious reaction—maybe because Blitz hadn’t been the one to initiate it, or because it brought up past trauma tied to sex or trust.

This hesitation also aligns with the way their relationship is portrayed overall. The “real fast” timeskip after their encounter wasn’t just a humorous narrative choice. I think it reflected Blitz’s coping mechanism—his tendency to emotionally detach and rush through uncomfortable moments. It’s as though he was thinking, “The faster I get this over with, the less time I have to think about what it means or how it makes me feel.” Blitz is someone who often masks his vulnerabilities with bravado and humor, and speeding through that moment could have been a way to maintain that emotional distance.

At the same time, Stolas’s perspective seems vastly different. While Blitz may have treated their encounter with detachment or even discomfort, Stolas clearly enjoyed it. His enthusiasm and affection afterward suggest that he viewed it as a meaningful, if not transformative, experience. This stark contrast in their responses adds layers to their dynamic. Blitz’s reluctance and emotional walls clash with Stolas’s open, almost idealistic view of their connection, which likely complicates things further for both of them.

Altogether, this moment, brief as it was, gives insight into the deeper struggles Blitz faces with trust, control, and intimacy—especially in relationships where emotional vulnerability is involved.

Conclusion:

I believe Blitz’s complicated relationship with intimacy and hypersexuality could stem from deep-seated trauma, potentially including sexual abuse. If that were the case, it would make a lot of sense why he fears true vulnerability and struggles to form genuine emotional connections. Trauma like that often leaves someone feeling a need to protect themselves by putting up walls, and Blitz clearly does that. He masks his fear of intimacy by being hypersexual himself, but it’s often more performative than sincere—like he’s using it as armor.

This could also explain why Blitz is so hostile toward people who act overtly sexual, especially when they cross his boundaries. He probably sees it as a threat, even if they don’t mean harm. That might be one reason he had such a strong, defensive reaction to Stolas in season one. Stolas’s forwardness—his aggressive flirting and transactional framing of their relationship—may have hit a nerve for Blitz. From Blitz’s perspective, it might have felt like Stolas was trying to control or use him, just like others in his past may have.

When someone’s trauma is tied to a loss of control over their body, anything that feels too forceful or performative in a sexual context can be triggering. It’s not just about physical boundaries being crossed; it’s the emotional and psychological damage that resurfaces when that vulnerability is challenged. I think Blitz might have been stuck in that mindset early on, seeing Stolas as yet another figure who wanted something from him without truly caring about who he was. That’s why he was detached, resentful, and defensive at first—it was a coping mechanism.

Ultimately, if Blitz did experience trauma like this, it sheds a lot of light on his fear of intimacy and the way he interacts with others, especially those who push boundaries. It’s not just about sex; it’s about control, safety, and self-protection. In that sense, Blitz’s journey could be about learning to trust again, to let his guard down without fear of being hurt or used. That’s not an easy process, but it adds layers to his character and explains a lot of the tension between him and Stolas at the start of their relationship.

That’s also why I find the idea of Blitz eventually opening up to Stolas so interesting. For someone like Blitz, bottoming might be one of the biggest acts of trust he could ever offer another person. He would have to believe—deep down—that Stolas wouldn’t hurt or exploit him like others from his past might have. But even if Blitz reaches that point of trust, trauma doesn’t just vanish. I can picture him suddenly getting triggered during the act, his mind flashing back to those painful memories. It wouldn’t be about Stolas doing anything wrong but rather about the vulnerability of the position itself.

It reminds me of Astarion’s story in Baldur’s Gate 3. Astarion physically can’t top because it reminds him too much of his abuse, and both characters share similar traits: they’re cocky, sexually charged, and full of bravado, but beneath it all, they’re deeply hurt and afraid of true intimacy. For Blitz, it’s not just about dominance; it’s about protecting himself. Giving rather than receiving allows him to maintain control and keep the trauma at bay.

Understanding this side of Blitz makes me sympathize with him even more. His behavior isn’t just about ego or arrogance—it’s survival. Yet, I think there’s real potential for healing in his relationship with Stolas. If Blitz ever lets himself trust fully, it could be one of the few moments where he allows himself to feel safe in someone else’s care. And for someone as deeply guarded as Blitz, that would be a powerful act of growth and vulnerability.

Part 1:

[fallenandproud]

fun fact, the breaking point that led me to finally cave and make this sideblog was watching youtube shorts and the algorithm decied to throw a TON of hazbin hotel / helluva boss stuff at me and one came up with Lucifer Charlie's dad just as like. one of those edits and THEN i scroll and THE NEXT ONE IS SOMEONE DRAWING THE FALL FROM HEAVEN and i decided right then and there that on top of my demon fixation coping mechanism i now am going to project heavily onto LUCIFER HIMSELF.

[killlerfang1]

hot-ish take but I think the "worst" episodes from season 1 of Helluva Boss are better than the majority of the ones from season 2

[likelytowritesomestuff]

Is it me or 'Exs and ohs' is basically 'Whole Cake Island' Helluva Boss version?

[drama-glob]

can you imagine exes and oohs if crimson was suspicious of chaz?

It would probably be a lot less dramatic and would be shorter too. Crimson just 8 minutes in be snapping his fingers and there's a dead Chaz.

[ataraxianne]

This will be long and I apologise in advance, but I've spent the last hours researching and analysing so here we go

Analysis of the flowers in the recent Helluva Boss characters' portraits in the new Spring collection (or, at least, what I think these flowers are)

Blitzø ~ White geranium: this flower mainly symbolises pure love, but also innocence, purity and protection. While protection is quite evident in Blitz's character, the other three meanings may seem out of place, but that is precisely what they've been doing with Blitz's personality this whole time. He follows the "they think I'm a monster, so I will become one" path, but despite his flaws and self-sabotage he is a nice person, full of love that he does not know how to properly express and he is not really the one to blame for the accident that happened years ago at the circus. He is not the heartless imp he make himself up to be, but a rather simple, hurt guy who's hoping and longing for love

Loona - Purple rose: this is also an interesting choice. The main meaning of this flower is the "love at first sight", but it also gives the idea of an endless love. It is, then, also a symbol of nobility and royalty: this may be a reference to the fact that in the group, she is not only the only one who can read and use the Grimoire, but that has also learned a lot of spells from it (ex: being able to give herself a human disguise). Unless there are also other possible future connections with her and nobility...

With Moxxie and Millie there really aren't any double or secret meaning (or none that I could find)

Moxxie - Hesperis matronalis: this flower is present in many legends, all related to a promise of eternal love and fidelity (of course, this is for his marriage with Millie). I read somewhere that they're also a symbol for loyalty, which may be a reference to his relationship with Blitz (and also something he probably struggled with too, after Chaz betrayed him), and its name "matronali" is a reference to ancient Roman matronae, probably a reference to his mother (who was featured in the merch as well)

Millie - Geranium pyrenaicum: apparently in folklore they were said to counter love spells, which is hilarious considering the serenade Moxxie did to her at Ozzie's, where he literally says he feels under a love spell when he's with her. Maybe it's a way to say that their love is actually real and that it will last, since this flower also symbolises love, joy and health - and in some cases also protection

Stolas - Dahlia: (I'm going to fucking die)(when I tell you I SCREAMED) Yellow dahlias are a symbol of affection and gratitude (THANK YOU BLITZ. FOR MAKING ME SO HAPPY. EVEN IF FOR ONLY A LITTLE WHILE)(kill me now please). These flowers are said to despise cold temperatures since it prevents them from flourishing (call 911 I'm begging you). They also symbolise kindness, dignity, resilience and inner strenght, together with eternal love, and in some cases they're also viewed as a symbol for regality

Octavia - Purple hortensia: oh this is interesting. Hortensia's significance may vary depending on the culture: while in Japan they're a symbol for an heartfelt emotion and apology, in Europe they symbolise arrogance and vanity. I think both these versions apply to Octavia and to her way of, not seeing the world in general, but probabily her now-complicated relationship with her father. She's a bit arrogant in her teenage headstrongness, but she still loves and cares for him. Purple hortensias, then, specifically symbolize a desire to deeply understand (again, definitely in relation to Stolas)

Fizz - Orange carnation: these flowers are said to generally symbolize positive feelings, while the orange ones specifically connotates happiness, warmth, determination and creativity, but also desire and enthusiasm - all qualities that are easily attributable to him.

Verosika - Azaleas: this one is interesting too: these flowers convey a lot of different meanings, but the most typical one is womanhood, femininity, but also passionate love, especially in their red variant. They can also mean "taking care of" (both of one's self or of others, but even "take care of yourself for me"). Another prominent answer, then, was temperance (as per Moxxie and her mother, Verosika too is featured in other new merch products among which there is also a scene of her peacefully sat somewhere in Sloth Ring - where she stayed for rehab). From the trailer it is clear that, at least in one episode, she will have an important role both for Stolas and for Blitz, and maybe we will also have some more information about her relationship with my favourite disaster imp, together with infos about herself and, at this point, a possible recovery for her and her clearly-still-broken-but-she-won't-admit-it heart?

(I'm starting to get tired, I guess y'all are too)(If you even kept reading this far)(I'm almost done, I swear)

I'm putting the sins together simply because their flowers are strictly related to their "sinful roles" and not to their characters

Ozzie - Poppies: I mean, I guess in this case we're referencing more the opium you can extract from them, so lust's and sex's narcotic and feverish effects on people

Beelzebub - White peony: apparently they convey an idea of shamefulness?? Probably what people feel after drinking whatever they can at her parties lmao. Also disgrace and, to a certain amount, wealth and prosperity

Mammon - Mimosa: honestly here the only meaning I want to give is that they smell of piss

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ALL ARE, THEY MAKE ME BELIEVE IN LOVE AGAIN

Okay so, they're all the same flowers, lilies, which in general represent purity, probably in relation to the depth of their love. However, there are additional meanings depending on their collours

M&M - Yellow lilies: symbols of joy, happiness and desire of enjoyment (they're each others' shadows and main interest, this is all too accurate)

Fizzarozzie - Blue lilies: serenity, rebirth and new beginnings (EXACTLY WHAT FIIZ DESERVES AND WHAT THIS RELATIONSHIP IS GIVING HIM)

Stolitz - Red lilies: they symbolize pASSION AND ROMANTIC LOVE, THEY'RE USED TO EXPRESS DEEP FEELINGS OF LOVE AND ITS STRONG INTENSITY

[critical-velvet]

I had an epiphany, helluva boss makes a lot more sense if you imagine it as Stolas’s fanfic. Like 90% of it is just him being an unreliable narrator going “Oh no I had every right to cheat on my wife because she’s a BITCH who would abuse lil ol me and she’s ALWAYS been this way even when we were kids!!!” (“ No I didn’t actually try in this relationship why would I? I’m a sad gay twink I can do whatever I want!”) like imagine

“Oh and blitzy yelled at me even though I’ve never looked down on him except for all the times I did I can’t believe he would ever think so LOW OF ME 😭😭😭”

“Hmm I don’t know what to do with the girl imp hmm, I know I’ll write in a pregnancy that she would never want!! Oh I’m so clever and original :>”

“How do I demean my ex wife even more hmm…I’ll imply an incestous relationship between her and her brother oh, genius!! Surely no one will sympathize with her after that!!”

And meanwhile in the real world Blitz and the rest of IMP are happily carrying on their kill for pay business without needing to rely on Stolas, Octavia is happily living with her mom and uncle and Stolas is living on the streets living off of lucky charms and crying himself to sleep as he reads comments pointing out how much of an abuser he is.

This is my new headcanon it’s the only way I can tolerate this series

[bloody-peach]

Snake Eyes (Helluva Boss: Striker x F!Reader smut fic)

(gif edit by me)

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Now Playing: Kaleo - Way Down We Go [headphones recommended]

Goodie Bag: flirting, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, masturbation (f), cursing, dirty talk, striptease, vaginal fingering, creampie [let me know if I missed anything].

A/N: Who doesn't wanna fuck Striker? Like, come on. When he pinned Blitzø to the wall in his debut episode, I wanted to be in Blitzø's place so bad. So I decided to make a fic. It's pretty short, but it's still good, trust me. Enjoy!!

Taglist: @omniuravity @pinkhimecat @moths-and-mantids @neonvehk @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered and all Striker simps!

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Your life wasn’t the best at the moment. Your bitter ex put a bounty on your head for no reason, and this forced you to be on the run. You were currently in the Wrath ring, trying to outrun this bounty hunter that’s been on your ass for a while. It wasn’t fair that he was riding on a horse, but you were able to keep a good distance from him. Unfortunately, you didn’t know that he had a lasso on him. You gagged when the lasso wrapped around your neck tight, pulling you back and knocking you onto your ass. You tried to pull the rope off of you, but it was on tight. During your struggle, he walked up to you, looking down with a smirk on his face. His tail flicked in a flourish, making the same sound as a rattlesnake’s tail. “Gotta admit, you can run pretty fast. But not fast enough.” a rough male voice said. “I haven’t lost a catch in my entire life, and I ain’t starting today.” He pulled the lasso up and got you on your knees. You had a good look at him and recognized him immediately. This was Striker, the ruthless bounty hunter who hunted down and almost killed Prince Stolas. You were aware of his track record of bounty hunting, and you knew you were just another paycheck. ‘Fuck, he’s hot,’ you thought to yourself.

He eyed you up and down and said, “Hey, you’re a cute one. Not a bad body on you, either. Maybe I’ll have some fun with ya before I turn ya in.” You weren’t sure how, but this man just flipped your switch and you decided to flirt with him. When he loosened the lasso so you could speak, you smirked and looked at him with flirtatious eyes, saying, “Oh? Have I caught the eye of the famous bounty hunter, Striker?” Striker’s eyes narrowed, momentarily taken aback by your smirk. His grin remained plastered on his face, however, as he leaned in further, his breath brushing your cheek. “Famous, eh?” He repeated, drawing out the word. “Maybe I am, maybe I ain’t,” he chuckled softly, running a hand through his snowy hair. “But there ain’t no doubt that I’m the best around these parts.” He paused, looking you up and down with a predatory gleam in his golden eyes. “And now that I got ya, well...you got a few options.”

“Option one, sweetheart,” He began, gesturing to the lasso around your neck. “We could keep things simple and quick. I turn you in, you’re executed, and I pocket that hefty bounty on your cute little head. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, right?” He winked, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips. “Or option two, we have ourselves a bit of fun, see how much you enjoy it..or how much I do. And then I decide whether you’re worth keeping around or not. Sound good?” You liked where this was going, so you smile and say, “Personally, I like option two better, wouldn’t you agree? Maybe if we hit it off, we can fake my death and split the bounty. I got quite a bounty on me, so if we split it, we’d be richer than even those Goetias.” Striker’s eyes widened as he smiled, clearly surprised at your words. “Ya reckon? Now there’s an idea,” he said, running a finger along your jawline. “Well, alright. Let’s give ol’ option two a go, see how it feels. But understand something, sweetheart, if I feel like you’re lyin’, tryin’ to trick me, I ain’t above changin’ my mind and sendin’ you straight to yer maker.” As he helped you stand up, Striker adjusted his hat and walked closer to you, looming over you. “Now, don’t think you can run off, darlin. That ain’t an option.” He smirked, his voice low and seductive. “I’m in control here, always. Otherwise, we ain’t got no game here.” You were getting turned on so much the more this went, so you smiled and said, “Well, that’s good, because it wouldn’t be any fun if I was the one in control.” A sinister grin spread across Striker’s face, his eyes flickering with excitement. “That’s more like it,” he growled, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto his horse. Once he got on, he made you wrap your arms around his waist, saying, “Hold on tight now.” With that, you two were off.

It was sunset when he stopped at a hotel and got you two a room. Once he brought you in the room, he pinned you to a wall and gazed down your body, lingering on your chest, before locking back on your eyes. “I bet you taste real sweet, don’t cha?” He murmured, his finger tracing a slow circle on your throat. “Between those legs of yours, you prolly taste like heaven.” He grabbed you and pulled you close to him, his body pressing against yours, the hard lines of muscle evident beneath his clothes. You blushed, but felt so turned on as you said, “Well..only one way to find out.” Striker grinned, his grip tightening on your waist as he pressed his groin against yours. “Oh, I’m gonna,” he growled, his hand sliding down your body and undoing your pants. “Real soon, darlin’. Real soon.” He leaned in, his mouth brushing against your ear as he whispered, “But first, I wanna watch you squirm, feel your body shake with pleasure before I taste every inch of ya.” He broke away, stepping back and fixing his coat. “Strip for me,” He said, his voice deep and commanding. “Slow and sexy, darlin’. Don’t forget, I’m in control here.” He lit a fresh cigar, puffing on it as he watched you undress, his eyes never leaving your body.

You nodded and you started to strip nice and slowly, giving him a bit of a show with a little strip tease. Striker’s eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight before him. Your slow, erotic dance had rendered him speechless, but not for long. He swallowed hard, his fingers drumming on his belt. Soon, you were completely nude, your arousal evident as he noticed your juices dripping down your thigh. “Damn, girl,” He muttered, his voice shaky. “Look at ya, drippin’ an’ ready for me.” He slowly approached, putting his cigar out and throwing it out as he reached for you. He wrapped an arm around you, his hand groping your ass as his other hand brushed against your wet flesh, a low chuckle escaping him. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praised, his hand running along the curve of your hips. You let out a series of moans as he started to rub your pussy, his fingers skillfully playing with your folds and clit. Striker couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt how wet and responsive your pussy was beneath his fingers. “Just wait til I’m inside of ya,” he breathed into your ear, his words coming out heavy. “Ain’t nothin’ like havin’ you clench around me, feeling every throb and twitch.” He slid one finger inside you, feeling your walls contract around him. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pushed in another finger, his cock straining painfully within his pants. “I’m gon’ fuck you so hard, baby. Make you scream my name when I reach that sweet spot.” His hand started moving faster, thrusting in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Feel that, darlin’? Imagine it bein’ me -- my cock poundin’ into ya, fillin’ you up.” Just the thought of his cock stretching your pussy out made you even wetter and made you moan more as he continued fingering you. “Fuck, baby,” Striker swore, his arousal threatening to burst through his jeans. “You ain’t no liar, are ya?” He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy’s so damn greedy for me, already wanting more.” He took his fingers out, watching as they glistened with your essence. You watched as he licked his fingers clean, a sinister look in his eyes when he looked at you, saying, “I was right. Your pussy do taste like heaven.” He cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me, darlin’, do ya wanna feel me inside of you? Then get on your knees and beg for it.” He demanded, his voice thick with lust. “If I’m gonna take ya, you best beg for it properly.”

You nodded and got on your knees, looking up at him and putting on your best puppy-dog eyes as you said, “Please, Daddy..I want your hard cock..give it to me..I need it so badly..please fuck me...I’ll do anything you want..” Striker’s eyes darkened with hunger, his heart pounding in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he praised, reaching for his belt buckle. Unbuckling it, he let his jeans drop, revealing his thick erection standing tall and proud. He smirked, holding his cock and aiming it at your mouth. “Anything I want, huh?” He mused, running a hand through his hair. “Well, since ya asked so nicely, I’ll start easy. Take my cock in yer mouth and suck it like a good girl,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving your face. “Prove how much ya want it.”

You nodded and gently grabbed his cock, stroking it and licking up the shaft. You then kissed the tip of his cock and slid his cock into your mouth, sucking on it as you moaned. Striker hissed, his hand fisting in your hair as you took him into your mouth. “Goddamn, that’s good,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. “You got some skills with that tongue, that’s for sure.” He tugged your hair, guiding your movements. “Swallow me down, deep throat me,” he grunted, his pace picking up. “Make me feel that warm, wet throat around my dick.” His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking hard. “Don’t stop, keep going. Show me how much ya need this cock.” You did as he said and took more of his cock in your mouth, feeling it go down your throat and slightly gagging until you were able to relax your throat, making things much easier. Soon, you were able to deepthroat him to the point of your lips touching his hilt. Striker’s eyes rolled back as he tilted his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp. “Fuck, yeah..” he moaned. “Take it all, darlin’, show me how much you love it.” His thrusts became more aggressive, his body trembling. “Keep goin’, make me lose myself in your mouth.” You sucked even more, making sure your tongue massaged his shaft. You reached towards your pussy and you started to touch yourself as you sucked him off, clearly turned on from the experience as your juices dripped onto the hardwood floor. Striker’s eyes narrowed, his breaths coming out harsh and uneven. “You’re gonna make me cum like this, aren’t ya?” He growled, his grip tightening on your hair. “I fucking love a woman who knows what she wants.” He pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva. “But I’m in control here, remember? So, enough of that,” He said hoarsely, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto the bed, soon pushing you down and hovering over you. “Time to get that pretty pussy stretched wide.”

He put his hands on your hips, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Cause I’mma ride ya so hard, mark my words..” You spread your legs wider, your pussy twitching with anticipation. Striker grinned, his eyes gleaming with danger. “Perfect,” he murmured, positioning himself between your legs. “Now, tell me if you want me to be gentle or rough.” He teased, his tip brushing against your entrance. “Your choice, darlin’.” His eyes bore into yours, waiting patiently for your decision. “Remember, you asked for this. Now choose wisely.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, saying, “That depends, sexy. How do you want it? You’re the one in charge here. I’m just here to take it like a good girl.” Striker’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn right you are, darlin’. I’m in control.” He growled, thrusting into you forcefully. “But don’t worry, I’ll give ya a taste of both.” He began with a steady rhythm, his hips grinding against yours. “Like that, huh?” He sighed, his voice tinted with satisfaction. “Worried you wouldn’t be able to handle me, but look at ya takin’ it like a champ.” As he pistoned in and out of you, his pace increased. You were tight, so fucking tight around him. You just lost it as his size stretched you out so good, moaning as he kept thrusting, “Ohhh fuck..yeah..!” Striker’s eyes heated up, his thrusting becoming even wilder. “You love it, eh?” He snarled, gripping your hips tightly. “Takes a real man to stretch ya out like this, don’t it?” He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “But I ain’t done with ya yet.” His grip tightened as he pulled out of you. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard now, got it?” Without waiting for an answer, he slammed into you again, his thrusts erratic and violent. “Like that? Wanna see how far you can take it?” He snarled, his pace unrelenting. “Show me how much you can take!”

Your pleasure had reached its peak, crying out in pure ecstasy, “Ahh..! Ohhh..S..Striker..! Yes..! Harder..! Deeper..!” Striker roared, his thrusts becoming even more savage. “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he gritted out, his breathing labored. “Ya like that, huh?” He reached down, rubbing your clit roughly. “Don’t hold back, darlin’,” he ordered, his pace not slowing. “Let me hear you scream.” His cock slid in and out of you like lightning, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. “Goddamn, I’m gonna paint your walls with my cum,” he promised, his eyes blazing. “Can’t wait to hear ya scream my name.” “Y-Yes..! Please...fill me up...make me yours...ohh fuck..!” You moved your hips to match his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure for both of you. “Ohhh fuck, your cock feels so good, baby..!” Striker growled, feeling you meet his thrusts. “That’s it, darlin’,” he encouraged, his pace increasing. “Fuck, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” He grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back, moaning in his mouth as your tongues did an erotic dance. Striker broke the kiss and looked you in the eye. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demanded, his voice raw with desire. “Do ya want me to fill ya up?” His thrusts became more desperate, his hips slamming into yours with all his might. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.” “I..I need you to fill me...fuck me in all of my holes...fill me up full of your cum until I can’t take any more..use me..break me..!” you cried out. Striker’s eyes flashed, his entire being focused on satisfying your request. “Goddamn, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he snarled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. It’s not too long until he came deep inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim. “Gah, fuck..” he groaned. He quickly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, wiping his cockhead on your ass before aligning it with your back door. “Ready for another round, darlin’?” He asked, his voice thick with lust.

With a swift motion, he plunged into your ass, making you gasp. “I’mma fill every hole ya got,” he promised, his thrusts frantic. “Feel every inch of my cock inside ya.” His cock slid in and out of you, fucking you mercilessly. “How’s that, huh?” He panted, his grip tightening on your hips. “Need me to go faster, slower?” You gripped tightly on the bedsheet, your teeth gnashing down on the fabric as you lost your mind even further, moaning as he fucked your ass so good, “Ohh yeah...more..fuck me more...don’t stop..” Striker smiled cruelly, his thrusts becoming even harder. “Atta girl,” he praised. “I ain’t gonna stop until you drain every bit of cum from my cock.” He slapped your ass, hearing you whimper. “Scream for me, Y/N,” he commanded, leaning down to bite your neck. “Let everyone know who you belong to.” “S..Striker...ahh...Striker...I..I belong to you..!!” Striker smirked, biting down on your neck to make sure a mark would be left behind, a sign of ownership. “That’s my girl.” His thrusts grew frenzied, his cock stretching your ass to its limit. “So goddamn tight,” he snarled, his pace ruthless. “I’mma make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” You soon could feel the knot in your belly starting to wind up and soon, you moan out, cumming hard. Finally, he came inside you again, his orgasm shaking his entire body. He kept thrusting into you, elongating both of your orgasms.

“There ya go, baby,” he chuckled, collapsing beside you. “I hope I filled you up good.” You crawled up to him and laid your head on his chest. “Oh, you did so much more than fill me up, baby...” you said, your voice slightly slurred. Striker chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Glad to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, his breath still slightly ragged. “Guess ya liked it rough, huh?” He put his hand on top of your head and nuzzled you, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “Next time, I’m gonna be gentler.” He watched you snuggle into him, making him smirk. “Unless you beg for more, of course,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “But for now, let’s figure out how to pull the wool over that bastard’s eyes and how we’re gonna split that bounty.”

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[lust-for-ultraviolence]

Helluva Boss pride picture:

The obnoxious owl strutted about beside his "impish plaything". Blitzø looked in the rear view mirror and said "oh shit, isn't that your bitch-ass fucking ex-wife?". Stolas turned to see that trailing behind the small pride parade was none other than Stella, wrapped in a lesbian flag. Stolas immediately started crying, "why is that meeanie here!?". After everyone consoled Stolas because he's the only one that matters, he approached his ex. Octavia tried to hug her mom, but stolas pushed her away.

"What are you here for? To torture me some more?" asked Stolas, whom was crying yet again. Stella looked at him, bewildered. "Are you serious? You think I'm in a pride parade to bother YOU? I'm here because I'm gay!" She huffed, trying to shove past the self centred cry baby. "Noooo! I'm the gay one! You're a homophobic straight woman" Stolas whined. Stella had had it with this guy. "You think you're the only gay person to be forced into a shitty, empty, straight marriage?? I've had to hide who I am just as much as you have! Where's MY sympathy? Where's MY song?" She shouted. The whole parade was watching in awkward silence.

Octavia succefully re-approached the pair, and hugged Stella tightly. "Oh mum, I'm so sorry. It must be so painful for you. Come up front with me. Let's be proud of who we are together". She said. Stella beamed at her daughter and walked away without another look at stolas. "But lesbians aren't important!" Stolas started crying. Suddenly, right as Stolas was going to break out into a whiny song, he was trampled by a horse. The rider of the horse held a huge nonbinary flag. Blitzø, Moxxie, and Millie gasp as the nonbinary rider is none other than Striker. He slows the horse just for a moment and says, "fuck you all for not including nonbinary people" and rode off into the sunset, the beautiful flag trailing behind him.

Lmao I'm sorry I'm not a writer but I thought this was funny. I also read a post about, like, what if Stella is a lesbian/Sapphic? And I just HAD to make this happen.

[flower-boi16]

Helluva Boss Handles Abuse Horribbly

In Helluva Boss abusers are either one-dimensional or aren't even treated as abusers to begin with. Take Stella for example; Stella was made abusive towards Stolas as a way for the series to justify and remove accountability from Stolas in favor of making him look more sympathetic. Stella and Stolas' dynamic had the potiential to be fairly interesting but it was watered down into a clear-cut abuse story and nothing else.

Then in Seeing Stars, Loona starts assulting Blitz and starts acting aggressive towards him over him telling her to be a bit nicer to clients. She then, regularly, beats Blitz even when he is running towards her in tears and apologizes for threatening to replace her...and all of that is treated as a joke. Blitz didn't even though anything to deserve this, Loona was just acting like a massive dick to her father over the smallest of shit and she doesn't get called out for it. Helluva Boss is very, very inconistant when it comes to how to treats abuse depending on the character.

Then we get the worst offender Exes and Oohs, where the series decides to slap daddy issues onto Moxxie despite it adding nothing to him as a character so it could create artificial drama. Crimson is also a very shallow and one-dimensional character who serves a role that is completely pointless anyway, and the series doesn't even explore Moxxie's truama, removing it changes nothing about him as a character and it's just something that's tacked onto him that you can easily remove.

But that's not even the most offensive part of this; Moxxie decides to finally stand up to his father, the moment the episode was building towards. He tells his father to fuck off, he gets a full 3D turn and...he immediantly gets tazed and put in the damsel in the distress role. Moxxie stood up to his abuser...and the narrative decides to completely undercut that moment by having him get tazed for a bad joke. The series punished a child-abuse victim for standing up to his abuser.

And this is the show that people claim to care about male abuse victims. This moment becomes even more insulting once you remember that Stolas gets a scene where he stands up to Stella and HE gets to keep his moment, but Moxxie? Nah, he gets tazed.

Actual. Writting. Sewage. Oh, but we haven't even reached the worst part, the obvious elephant in the room, Stolitz. I've made millions of posts ranting about Stolitz just go read those for more detail but my problems with Stolitz should be obvious at this point. It's a relationship where one partner is clearly more abusive than the other yet the show (and the fandom) tries to claim that both parties are "equally in the wrong" even when they aren't, unironically both-siding a relationship that is based on coercive r@pe which the writers refuse to acknoweledge IS r@pe.

Helluva Boss doesn't read like it's interested in telling actual stories about abuse, rather it uses abuse as a way to artificially create drama, remove accountability from characters, or just refuses to unpack it at all.