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

Loose Ends

It had been approximately two months since any form of communication with Striker had occurred. This lack of contact was to be expected, yet you couldn't help but wonder about his well-being. Your only hope was that he was doing alright.

Following his advice, you diligently worked on tying up loose ends. When you weren't assisting clients at Blitz's agency, you focused on taking care of your personal vendettas. Some of these individuals were former family members or friends who had turned into enemies. While not all of them met their demise, a significant number did. Unfortunately, maintaining peace during these encounters proved challenging due to conflicting attitudes.

Nevertheless, you managed to handle most of them successfully. The only person you couldn't seem to reach was your estranged ex, and this fact infuriated you to no end.

In addition to your personal missions, you found yourself spending more time at the hotel, particularly with the Radio Demon. Surprisingly, he had developed a heightened interest in you. The two of you genuinely enjoyed each other's company, forming a mutual connection.

Anticipating Alastor's visit, you found yourself humming softly, knowing that he would be arriving at your place in approximately three hours. Despite being acquainted with both him and your coworkers, they had yet to cross paths. However, you didn't dwell on it too much, as timing always seemed to be peculiar.

In preparation for his arrival, Alastor planned to freshen up after causing some chaos and had mentioned his intention to cook his mother's famous jambalaya for you to taste. In return, you were excited to introduce him to your favorite comfort meal. It was shaping up to be quite an enjoyable evening.

Suddenly, a subtle knock at your door interrupted your thoughts. Instinctively, you reached for the handgun you kept in the kitchen before cautiously approaching the door. It wasn't uncommon for your intoxicated neighbors to mistakenly stumble to your apartment instead of their intended destination.

Peering through the peephole, frustration coursed through you as there appeared to be no one in sight. Your tail twitched irritably, and you muttered under your breath, "Damn it, if it's another one of those demon scouts trying to sell their chocolate heroin bars, I swear..."

As you swung the door open, your words trailed off, replaced by surprise. Instead of encountering mischievous youngsters, your gaze fell upon a tall, slender figure leaning against the wall. A cowboy hat concealed their face, but the gentle rattling of their familiar tail sent a jolt of recognition through you.

Eyes widening, you looked up at the figure, refraining from uttering a word that might attract attention. Stepping back, you allowed the snakelike imp to enter your apartment.

As soon as you closed and locked the door, you turned to face Striker, only to find yourself pressed against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you eagerly reciprocated Striker's passionate kiss. His hands gripped your hips, his claws gently digging into your skin, heightening the intensity of the moment. As he began to lift your shirt, pressing you against the wall with a hint of roughness, you had to halt his actions, breaking the kiss to catch your breath.

"Wait, Striker... What the fuck?" you managed to gasp, needing an explanation for his sudden presence in your apartment.

A mischievous gleam danced in Striker's eyes as he looked down at you. "I have my ways," he replied cryptically.

You hesitated for a moment, then quickly dismissed the question, succumbing to the overwhelming desire that consumed you. You resumed kissing him with even greater passion, feeling him lift you effortlessly as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Clothing was discarded haphazardly as he carried you towards your bedroom, or any available space for that matter. After all, he had promised to ravish you in every room of your apartment, so the destination hardly mattered.