#imp!reader

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*Imp!Reader & Adam going into a store to browse and kill time, they walk around n stuff.*

Imp!Reader: *Was yapping about something and freezes for a second as her eyes moved across the store to see a white wedding dress in the style and colors of her dreams* .....

Adam: *Nearly trampling over her* "what, who'd you stop- Hey where you going?!"

Imp!Reader: *Having a Shes a runner, shes a track star moment as she gets to the dress eyes immediately watering because its THE DRESS and internally freaking out because whyd she find it with him here with her!? and she hears him walking up so she slams the dress behind others and turns to him like a little threat* "You need to vanish."

Adam: *Very lost and confused, puzzled face cause like...girl what?* "uhhhhhhh whyyyyy???"

Imp!Reader: "Because I just found my wedding dress!" *Keeping said dress from sight*

Adam: "Oh shit really!?" *Delighted but then it dawns on him* "Ooooh shit...Yea okay, ima ermmmmm gonna go look at dishes. While you get this erm situated...wait..how the fuck we gonna get it home if I can't see it?"

Imp!Reader: "I dont care ill find a wayyyyy now pleaseeeeee go!" *Ends up getting it and having it stuffed into a big ole shopping bag, where no one can see inside of it and carrying it out the store yapping to Adam who isn't looking anywhere near that bag for the life of him* "I can't believe I found my wedding dress! Oh my fucking god I can't wait to show Lute!"

Adam: *Just smiling and enjoying their happiness* "Thats fucking awesome. Im so happy for you babe, your gonna look beautiful in it. I just know it."

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Added a crappy edited bg and some silly little lighting attempts 🫠

Chapter 2

You know Striker is bad news.  You know he's not boyfriend material. You know he's a killer. But that doesn't stop him from sweet-talking his way into your heart. Just how far will you let yourself fall for that rattlesnake bastard before you decide enough is enough?

My first fic of this fandom! I knew it was only a matter of time. I've recently developed a crush on Striker and have found very little fulfilling Striker content so I wrote my own. This story is written with a female reader in mind but until the smut happens it could be read either way if you don't mind mentally changing pronouns. If you'd like me to write some male!reader x Helluva Boss, you're more than welcome to request some. Let me know what y'all think!

         “You know he’s bad news, right?”

         You rolled your eyes as you lifted your drink to your lips, taking a swallow. Across from you sat Millie for your weekly Girls Night Out, her expression a combination of disbelief and concern for your mental state.

         “Yes, Mills, I know,” you nodded, scanning your eyes across the bar. Unless he’d gotten better at hiding (unlikely), this was the first Girls Night where Blitzø hadn’t trailed the two of you. For the first few weeks, you or Millie would spot him hiding rather poorly in a corner booth or behind a bigger demon, struggling to eavesdrop on your conversations in case either of you were talking shit about him. After the last time, when he’d hidden in the shadows of the women’s restroom, you’d given him a very private, very personal threat of what would happen should he follow the two of you again.

         You were pleased to see that he could follow directions.

         “He’s an assassin for hire, (y/n)!”

         A laugh bubbled in your throat. “The fuck does that make us, Millie?

         “We kill humans,” she argued, as though that was somehow holier than Striker’s chosen profession. “He kills demons. He could kill you.”

         “And I could kill him,” you countered, finishing your drink. “Hell, he’d probably like it.”

         She groaned loudly, falling forward until her head hit the table with a thump. You took your empty glass as well as hers and sauntered up to the bar, sliding the glasses across the surface and flagging down the bartender for another round. After a nod of confirmation, you made your way back to your seat, giggling at the irritation on your best friend’s face.

         “It’s not like I’m gonna do anything,” you offered, knowing that she wouldn’t believe you. “He’s just nice to look at, is all. I know he’s not boyfriend material.”

         “Who’s not boyfriend material?” came a low, gravelly voice twinged with a southern accent.

         Your brow lifted as you turned your head to see the subject of your conversation standing beside your table, looking far more attractive than he had any legal right to. From the corner of your eye, you could see Millie glaring daggers into your non-existent soul, so you offered the demon-killing cowboy a flirtatious grin.

         “Blitzø,” you lied easily. “He’s a little too chaotic for my taste, but he’s kinda cute.”

         “Too chaotic, huh?” Striker chuckled, and you may or may not have crossed your legs to quell the tingling sensation between them. “I could see that. Your boss man is a little high-strung. I bet a lady like you could use a night under the stars, unwind from all that time in the living world.”

         “Sounds like a good time,” you purred, gnawing at your lower lip as you looked up at him. Millie slumped in her seat, groaning loudly in disapproval, though you both ignored her.

         “It’s a date, then,” Striker grinned. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night.”

         “You’re on,” you replied as he walked away. Once he was out of view, you turned to face Millie, who had her arms crossed over her chest.

         “Not boyfriend material, remember?” she growled.

         “Going on one date doesn’t make him my boyfriend,” you giggled. A whistle to your right informed you that your drinks were waiting at the bar, so you rose from your seat to retrieve them. Returning to the table, you slid Millie’s towards her, laughing as she took hold of the glass and downed half of its contents in one drink.

         “Thirsty?” you teased, sipping at your own drink.

         “I need a lot more alcohol if I’m gonna listen to you talk about that snake all night,” she defended.

         “What was I supposed to do, Mills? You saw him!”

         “Yeah, I saw him, and you were supposed to tell him off, not agree to a date.”

         “He’s hot though,” you groaned. “I can’t help it. I like my men like I like my alcohol – deliciously terrible for my health.”

         “This is gonna blow up in your face,” Millie stated, finishing off her drink.

         "Oh, definitely," you nodded in agreement. “But the orgasm will be worth it.”

         The imp made a face at you, her nose scrunched up in disgust while her eyes narrowed in disappointment. You giggled in response, downing the rest of your drink.

           “What do you mean, you’re not celebrating with us?” Blitzø exclaimed, his signature pout on his lips as he stared at you.

         “Exactly what I said,” you replied, packing up your weaponry. “I have plans tonight.”

         “But we always go out together after a successful job!” your boss whined dramatically, earning a scoff from Millie and an eyeroll from Moxxie.

         “Not true, sir,” Moxxie countered. “Millie and I have blown you off countless times.”

         “Besides,” Millie grumbled, “she has a date.”

         You closed your eyes, inhaling as you waited for the explosion.

         “A DATE?!”

         You opened your eyes to find Blitzø staring at you, eyes wide, mouth agape, arms flailing helplessly. “Since when do you have a date? Who is he? Or she? Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?!”

         “Because it just happened last night,” you rolled your eyes, slinging the strap of your weapons case over your shoulder. “It’s not a big deal. It’s one date.”

         “With a psychopath,” Millie added, crossing her arms. You leveled her with a glare as Blitzø sprang to life, animatedly asking more personal questions.

         “Please don’t tell me you’re going out with Striker after he tried to kill all of us,” Moxxie commented, mentally putting the pieces together and pinching what would be the bridge of his nose.

         You fell quiet, refusing to meet any of their gazes, and Blitzø exhaled a loud shriek.

         “Striker? Seriously?” he demanded, eyes narrowing into angry slits. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing going out with Striker?!”

         “It’s just one date,” you reminded the trio, “and it’s really none of your business. Now, if y’all don’t mind, I have a date to get ready for.”

         Without listening to any of their complaints, you made your way out of the office, allowing the door to slam closed behind you.

           Back at home, you stood before your full-length mirror, twisting left and right to determine whether or not your outfit was acceptable. You didn’t want to appear desperate, as though you were trying to get the cowboy’s attention, but you wanted to look hotter than you did on a regular basis. You opted for tight jeans that hugged the curve of your ass, a (f/c) button-up shirt that you tied up around your waist, and high-heeled combat boots.

         As you waited for Striker to arrive, you sat on your bed, the reality of the night finally caught up with you. You were going on a date with a very dangerous imp, and that was the majority of the information you had on him. You knew he was from Wrath, that he was an assassin for hire, that he was more narcissistic than Blitzø, that he was the hottest imp you’d ever seen, and that his southern drawl made you weak in the knees.

         An hour passed as you sat on your bed, your gaze occasionally flicking towards the door. You knew he traveled by horse, though that didn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat every time a car slowed down outside of your apartment complex. You didn’t have any way to contact him, not having exchanged numbers. It dawned on you that he may not even know where you lived, and that asking you out may have just been a spontaneous joke.

Know how theres a thing where men dont get their women gifts or get them stuff out of disinterest or laziness or they gotten way to comfortable?

Yea know that fuck shit ain't over here.

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Adam: *Who has discovered that like him, Imp!Reader likes collecting littlw shiney trinkets, just different from him, So now everything he sees something shiney he grabs it and brings it to her*

"Oh hey I saw this thing, when I was out getting shit for the house."

Imp!Reader: *Immediately like 👀👀* "A thang?? what kind of thang?"

Adam: *snickering cause her accents coming out and holds his hand out for her to see the shiney*

Imp!Reader: "OH I FUCKIN LIKE THIS THANG!" *taking it and going to her side of their bedroom to add to her things & thangs self* "Im running out of room over here."

Adam: *Followimg her and watching her before looking to the other side of one of the shelves and snapping his fingers causing gold to flash before a new shelf is there for her* "there is extendo clipped your shiney shelf."

Imp!Reader: *Estatic because she can now collect even more things amd thangs* "Oh so you like love me love me huh?"

Adam: *Rolling his eyes but has a big grin* "Wanma go to the antique market this weekend."

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Sorry for the shorts, im too tired to write long stories right now.

what if when Imp!Reader first arrived in Heaven it was kinda like that scene in Finding Nemo and St Peter’s like “SHE HASN’T BEEN DECONTAMINATED YET!”

Lmaooooo, This is litterally how i picture that whole thing

Imp Reader running out from her fading portal and in basically a town square of everyone.

...."This ain't hell...how'd the hell?"

Angels & Winners

Mixed Reactions because the GOSSIP they gonna have all over their socials.

Imp!Reader

"I dont......think im supposed to be here..."

The higher angels/ excorists

To drag her away from the scene.

Adam

Who was...enjoying his day off woth no clue he was gonna be forced to have a new babysitting gig & Roommate who would end up being the Love of his entire soul.

Sera

Because she KNOWS Lucifers absent ass is NOT finna see any of her summoning scrolls for his attention and they have no idea how an imp got into heaven.

Before very long, the little imp has gone from a prisoner to a pet to a citizen.

I love sera sm you don’t even know <3

I would highly recommend you read the Cherub Impimacy Shot.

As it was Seras way to aid Adam in keeping imp!Reader in heaven, if she could do right. (she does)

Durring that shes given practically ordainment into heaven which would make her a citizen of heaven (even if temporary.)

Sera even Aproves of Imp!reader as she's sees how the little imp had improved Adams behavior and even mental health.

Imp!Reader is a good influence of Adam and even his second hand Lute had improved.

In 'Too much Labor' Sera even tells reader

"Be the Reason Adam doesn't Fall."

Hinting at the fact that before Reader, Adams actions and attitude was most likely causing alot of trouble and he was going to face dire consequences sooner or Later.

Imp!Readers sudden appearance had been exactly what Adam needs, and as his "Mother" all she wants is to be truely happy.

With a Hellborn Or Not.

The next part after "Too much Labor" I think you'll like because Sera will also be involved with the sudden Imp-napping of Imp!Reader, due to Chalrie snatching her.

There's a reason why she didnt comment on Adams declaration that if shes hurt, he will take it as an attack of a heavens citizen.

it’s dinner and Sallie Mae has paused mid bite and her food falls from her fork, Joe spits out his drink, Lin does a little double take, and their brothers all pick each other’s jaws up off the floor.

It’s a lot to take in.

PROBABLY LMAOOOO

I'd imagine them all at the dinner, Joe & Lin are making a fuss that Imp!Reader isnt there and going on and on with critism.

"That girl is always somewhere and not where shes supposed to be."

"Ya know the ones who think their pretty are always out flashing face and getting into trouble."

I think it dinner table becomes awkward raining for Millie and Sallie Mae and Millie would have Definitely told her older sister what had happened.

TOO many little snide comments made and Millie is over it. Grabbing a biscuit and smothering some Applebutter on it nice and thick.

"Well Yall would be suprised to know, That Guy who leads that creepy angel army had taken a likin to Our Y/ns pretty face." She say as the table starts going silent, Sallie Mae staing at her sister with the 'Your not' look.

"So much that he went and put a pretty little ring on her hand and gave her his own home and bed."

Trend with Imp!Reader & Adam but different versions.

Version one:

Imp!reader: "Hey Babe.....I wont have money for the rent" *looking all sad tail around her legs*

Adam: *Was watching a movie and looking at her mad confused* "....What???"

Imp!Reader: *drooping her ears tail curling more* " I wont have money for the rent...🥺"

Adam:.........*Sitting up still confused but snapping his fingers summoning hsi wallet* .."The fuck is rent?...How much is it? You know I dont care if you use my card babe."

Imp!Reader: *snorts and drops her act as she looks at him* "You dont know what rent is??"

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Version Two:

Imp!Reader: *cooking food and Adams leaning on the counter watching they just both talking and out of know where* "Hey babe, just letting you know ima not have the money for rent."

Adam: *Pausing amd staring at her, dead ass making a face and leans his cheek into his hand as he gets all smirking* "Oh? Since when was that ever your responsibility?"

Imp!Reader: *Trying not to giggle as she looks at him* "I just feel bad because I dont have the money for it. I feel super guilty.."

Adam: "Well I meannnnnnnn, you can bend over this counter real quick babyyyy" *Being very stupid goofy making her bust out laughing*

Imp!Reader: "BABE!" *giggling and pushing his face away from her as he wraps his arms around her*