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Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Striker, Moxxie Ship: Striker / Moxxie A/N: NSFW commission for @petitprincess1. Kind of dub-con, but not really? Moxxie’s just too stubborn to hang up the phone or shut his mouth. Summary: Sometimes relief is just a phone call away. 

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There was something to be said about the way Striker found himself unable to shake the memory of Moxxie from his mind. At first, he had chalked it up to annoyance, aggravation, and the expectation that they would inevitably come face to face again. When that happened, Striker liked to think that the little imp wouldn’t be so lucky; none of them would be. However, the more he allowed himself to think about Moxxie, the harder it became to shake the thought of the way that smaller body felt under his own. The way that lithe neck had felt under his hands, and the way that back had heaved against his chest.

What really caught him off guard, was the way he could so clearly remember the sound of Moxxie’s voice. Not just the grunting and wheezing from when Striker had been trying to steal his breath, but his unique cadence, too. 

He had, perhaps, allowed himself to contemplate Moxxie as a whole for a little too long, and his body was beginning to react in surprising ways. He was only taken a little aback by his sudden arousal, but decided it best not to question it. In fact, he may as well have enjoyed it while he could. 

Finding Moxxie’s phone number was probably not as difficult as the assassin would have liked it to be, but Striker didn’t spend too much time thinking about that. Shamelessly and without care for the late hour, he dialed the number, and then waited for the line to be answered. He knew the number he was calling from was unlisted, but he doubted that would stop Moxxie from answering. 

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