Hell is Home (Helluva Boss) Various x fem!Reader x Striker

A Lil Rodeo

After Striker had left for his mysterious 'business' two hours ago, you finally dragged yourself off of the couch. The unpredictability of his absence left you uncertain about when he would return. With him being a hired hitman, and you an assassin, your lives were never bound by rigid schedules.

As you contemplated taking a shower, you hesitated. The thought of washing away Striker's lingering scent didn't sit well with you just yet. It wasn't just his essence that you wanted to hold onto, but also the intoxicating aroma of his natural musk. It was a scent that you found irresistible (you can think of your own favorite scent for Striker that you absolutely love ;) ), and you couldn't help but...

You couldn't bring yourself to say the word "love." Despite the frequency of your intimate encounters, you both barely knew each other beyond the physical realm. Your connection was primarily physical, with more time spent in bed than engaging in conversation. However, the chemistry between you two was undeniable, and it felt right without the need for words. Although, if Striker ever asked, perhaps you would reveal a deeper layer of yourself that he had yet to discover.

If he ever asked, that is.

Shaking off your thoughts, you focused on getting dressed and tidying up before reaching for your phone to check for any messages.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, your gaze drifts towards the dresser where Striker's red bandana rests alongside a small sewing kit, carefully stored in an old blue butter cookie tin. You had taken the time to mend it, although the slight difference in color between your red threads and the worn fabric was noticeable. Striker, being the gentleman he was, respected your personal space and had no idea that you had repaired his beloved bandana. But you planned to return it to him before leaving for the city.

Shaking off the sentimental thoughts, you shift your attention to your phone. Opening your messages, you find a flurry of notifications, mostly from Moxxie, Millie, Blitz, and Stolas.

A pang of guilt washes over you as you come across Stolas's name. After all, you were intimately involved with the person hired to kill him. The realization causes your tail to twist anxiously behind you. The truth of your relationship with Striker would undoubtedly upset everyone if they were to discover it.

With a mischievous smirk, you decide to stir things up by creating a group chat for everyone, including Loona, fully aware of the chaos it would cause. You can almost imagine Loona's murderous glare if she found out about it.

In the group chat, you inform them that you'll be returning by late tomorrow and playfully threaten Blitz, mentioning that he'll be missing some organs if he doesn't clean up your apartment before your arrival.

When questioned about Striker's whereabouts, you craft a lie, stating that you've given up on tracking him down, as it was too much for you to handle alone in the expansion of Wrath. In another text, you suggest that everyone should relax and go out together once you're back in the city. This sparks a flurry of excitement and chatter among the group.

Chuckling to yourself, you continue scrolling through your phone, only to come across a new text from your estranged ex. Instantly, your mood dampens. Instead of remaining silent, you decide to call the number, but it goes straight to voicemail, fueling your frustration. Snarling, you prepare to leave an angry message.

"Listen here, you son of a bitch. The next time you dare to text me, it'll be the last thing you ever do. I want absolutely nothing to do with you, and it's been that way for a long time. Stop messing with me before you find yourself six feet under, with your final text engraved on the tombstone that marks your grave." Filled with anger and frustration, you abruptly end the call, your tail swaying angrily behind you, thumping against the pillows in your rage.