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

Tea

On the second day of your mini vacation with Striker, you found yourself facing a challenging situation with Bluebell, the temporary companion Striker had brought along - a fiery hell horse. As the morning sun illuminated the room, you decided to let Striker sleep peacefully while you dealt with Bluebell's antics.

The mare threw a tantrum, demanding more of the meat cubes you had prepared for her and Bombproof. "Hold on, missy! You've already had more than your fair share," you scolded, trying to maintain a stern demeanor.

Bluebell responded with an angry whinny and a forceful stomp of her foot. It was almost comical, but you resisted the urge to laugh. "No-"

Stomp.

"You're going to-"

Stomp.

"You didn't even finish your meal last time-"

Bluebell let out another furious whinny, accompanied by more stomping.

Yes, it was indeed a temper tantrum from a hell horse.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to walk towards Bombproof, who patiently awaited your attention. However, Bluebell intercepted your path and attempted to nip at the bag of meaty snacks, forcing you to dance away from her. "Bluebell, no! Behave!" you commanded firmly.

In response, Bluebell reared up slightly and let out another angry neigh...

You let out an exasperated huff, determined to find a solution to this predicament on your own. There was no need to disturb Striker's peaceful slumber; you prided yourself on being a capable problem solver.

However, your attempts to maneuver around Bluebell and feed Bombproof were met with an unexpected turn of events. Bluebell purposefully sat on you, as if playing a game of cat and mouse rather than behaving like a horse.

"Bluebell, your enormous behind is literally crushing me!" you exclaimed, feeling the weight of the mare pressing down on you. It was a comical sight, but also slightly suffocating.

Deciding to employ a bit of trickery, you pretended to give up, waiting for the moment when Bluebell's attention was diverted by the sound of a critter nearby. Seizing the opportunity, you swiftly tossed the bag of treats over to Bombproof, who happily indulged in the remaining snacks.

Bluebell let out an angry whinny, increasing the pressure on you, causing a slight struggle for air. "You big baby! You can't hog all the food just because you like it!" you scolded, managing to wriggle free from beneath her before she could chase you around in retaliation.

You sprinted away from Bluebell, laughter bubbling out of you as she chased after you. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you managed to climb onto her back, gripping tightly as she bucked and attempted to shake you off. "Nice try, Bluebell! I've got a solid hold on you!" you declared confidently, only dismounting when she made a desperate move to slam you against a nearby cactus.

Sticking your tongue out playfully at the mare, you hurried back towards the house, pointing a finger at her. "No! I expect you to behave and calm down!"

Just as you turned to enter the house, a blood-curdling shriek escaped your lips as Striker suddenly appeared behind you, catching you off guard. Your fear was impossible to hide from the sudden startle.

Striker raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly amused by your reaction. Even Bluebell and Bombproof seemed to join in the amusement, neighing as if they were laughing at your expense.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Striker's smirk grew wider. "I didn't expect you to be so easily frightened, darling."

You huffed in annoyance, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as you crossed your arms and averted your gaze. "I-I'm not! Anyone would scream if your hideous face popped up out of nowhere," you retorted, pushing past him to make your way inside.