Striker X Female reader ( Helluva Boss )

Chapter 1

Blitz POV

I lit a cigarette as a sigh of contentment is heard. as I sit on Stolas's bed and folds my arms behind my head.
"I'm sorry for having to move our little rendezvous early. I have an engagement this month on the full moon." Stolas says wearing a ball gag and harness, his hands tied to the headboard with rope.

"When this happens, it's not really something I fuss about..." use my cigarette to burn the rope, freeing Stolas, he takes my cigarette from me and puts it in his mouth as I continue to talk. "but do you really need the book for this farm bullshit? I have, like, fifteen new clients waitin' for heads to roll."

"As shocking as it may seem, Blitzy, my grimoiiiiiire is actually incredibly important. And it isn't supposed to be lent out to itty-bitty Imps like yourself."
Stolas puts out the cigarette in one of my horns and pinches my cheek before I shove away him away, groaning.

"The Harvest Moon is a very special occasion! It's been my annual duty to showcase it in the Ring of Wrath. It's celebrated by a very charming little festival with the locals."

I feel something come up, puking up something, pulling a feather out of my mouth. I felt my skin crawl in disgust, I tossing the feather away I lean back on the bed, looking back at Stolas

"Wrath, huh? My employees are from there. I've never really been. I hear it's full of inbred chucklefucks."

Stolas sits up "Oh! Why don't you all join me at the festival? I can guarantee you all..." Stolas pulls the covers over his head and his head appears near my crotch. "...special access~" he chuckles

I sigh "Look, I told you, we're not bodyguards. Okay? That was a one-time thing we did badly."
As I said this Stolas stands up with the covers on his head. He does a playful head tilt.
"I'm simply offering a work-free day of fun! I feel quite safe at the Harvest Festival. It's the same every year."

"Well if you promise this isn't some fuck fest invite, it does sound like it could be a blast and a half. Plus, it's not like we can do jack shit without your book anyway."

Stolas starts talking in a baby-voice "Aww, I'm sowwy your clients will have to wait..."
I roll my eyes in a playful way as I waves a dismissive hand "Oh, fuck my clients!"
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I leave Stolas place, going towards
Y/N's place then Moxxie and Millies place. I take my phone out to call Y/N first before sneaking in her apartment that's beside mine

"Mmm... hey Blitz..." "Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Y/N! How would you, Mox and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?" "Um... sure boss but question... where are you calling from?" Before I could answer her, I fall down onto her bed from the ceiling. My phone bonks me on the head. Y/N giggles as I purr happily.

"Mm-hm... Of course you do something like this"
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Y/N POV

I follow Blitz into Moxxie and Millies house, giggling. Blitz puts his finger on his mouth in a shushing manner, climbing onto the ceiling. Blitz calls Moxxie phone as both Moxxie and Millie are asleep in their bed. Moxxie's phone lights up and a Phantom of the Opera organ ringtone sounds. Moxxie taps the phone and rolls over. The phone sounds again. In annoyance, Moxxie grabs the phone and sits up.
"What do you want, sir?"

"Hey, hope I didn't wake ya, Mox! How would you, Y/N and Mils like to visit the Wrath Ring for some harvest bullshit this year?"

Millie sits up in excitement "The Harvest Moon Festival?! Yee-fuckin'-haw!"

Moxxie sighs in the phone, rubbing his eyes "Well, Millie likes the idea. Wait... Where are you calling from?"

Both me and Blitzo falls down onto the bed from the ceiling. I fell ontop of Millie as Blitz did with Moxxie, His phone bonks him on the head. Moxxie narrows his eyes as Blitzo purrs happily. Moxxie looks annoyed while Millie seems amused.
"Mm-hm... Of course."

Thankyou for reading this chapter, I did make my character for Helluva Boss. My beautiful OC, plus your character does have a long tail, your tail is very sensitive and so you keep it tide around your waist accept when your sleeping.

My character, ain't she a doll.