#striker x reader smut
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ɴ.ɴ.ɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ...
ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ , ᴍᴏxxɪᴇ , ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ : ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ / ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ , ᴍᴏxxɪᴇ / ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ , ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ / ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴄᴀᴛᴇɢᴏʀʏ : ꜱᴍᴜᴛ
ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ : ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ
ᴛʏᴘᴇ : ᴍɪɴɪ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ [2] [3]
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ʙʟɪᴛᴢᴏ
At first, Blitzo started to think that you were joking about this ' challenge ' that you had stumbled upon up in the human realm. Since Blitzo loved a good challenge, he couldn't help himself from participating.
" No Nut November? " Blitzo snickers before continuing, " Who do you think I am, ( Name )? I can last more than a month without cumming. Hell, I could even last a whole year if I really wanted to. "
I could imagine him boasting to you about how he's going to win the challenge and how easy it is for him to not cum, but not even a week in, he's struggling a bit. It doesn't make it any better how you accidentally tease him.
He can't even stare at you for too long. Seeing you come back into the I.M.P building, covered in blood with your uniform clinging to your skin, Blitzo immediately looks away from you and takes a deep breath.
He tries not to be obvious about it, but whenever you walk past him or sit next to him, he would have to move a little further from you. Blitzo even has to temporarily cancel his agreement with Stolas to avoid the prince from seducing him.
Stolas doesn't make his situation any better, either. He will send Blitzo erotic pictures and voice messages of him. It's a struggle to not jerk off to the prince and a huge challenge for Blitzo when Stolas starts to call him.
With Blitzo being a week in, he fails. He called you into his office and straight up told you to give him a blowjob. You could see his raging erection through his pants, and while you would have normally said yes, you turn him down.
The imp begins to beg you to do something to him. Anything. He was a complete wreck by the time you got to the office. You do end up reliving the poor thing, but not with the way he would want.
You give him a handjob.
You make sure to take your sweet time as you jerk him off, hearing him growling and mumbling underneath his breath, demanding you to go faster.
By the end of it, he came on his desk, staining his paperwork and making a mess. When you were finished, Blitzo quickly pulled you up onto his lap. You could hear his strangled and harsh breaths against your neck.
Fuck, you could even feel his cock right up against your ass.
" You aren't going anywhere until you help me fix this mess. I don't give a fuck if the others hear us or if they come in. You started this, now help me clean it up. "
ᴍᴏxxɪᴇ
The idea of N.N.N. came to Moxxie because of Millie. The two of you had been planning to do this to Moxxie for a while now. When telling him about the challenge, he was extremely flustered. Was this going to mess up with his work, and was it going to make him lose time on the tasks assigned to him by Blitzo?
" Millie, ( Name ) I don't know if we- I can do this.. This ' challenge ' sounds concerning, to say the least. It is too much of a risk for us to do so, and we would be wasting time. "
" Aww, come on, Moxxie!" Me and ( Name ) had been waiting for the perfect moment to try this out, and now we got the opportunity. Come on, let's just try it at least once. "
Moxxie sighs, rubbing the side of his face. He had been thinking about it. He sighs, " Alright... I'll do it. "
" Oh my goodness, yes! Thank you, Moxxie!~ " Millie gives a small kiss to Moxxie's cheek, causing the white-haired Imp to blush slightly. You give the imp couple both a kiss on the cheek before going back to the work that Loona forgot to do.
The challenge wasn't that hard for Moxxie.. well, until his boss started to make lewd comments around him, trying to make him slip up.
Millie teased him a bit, but not that much. She would always whisper what she was going to do to him once the day was done, and it was driving him insane.
" Damn, Moxxie. Is that a boner or are you happy to see me? "
Moxxie looks down at his crotch to see that he was getting a boner from just the thought of his wives. He quickly gets up and bolts into the bathroom, hearing Blitzo burst out into laughter.
While you on the other hand, would sometimes walk past him, letting your tail brush against his leg, and sometimes, letting your hand trail down his inner thigh, making the poor imp flustered as hell.
You would also tell him what you and Millie are going to do to him, which would only make his erection more visible. Moxxie is able to keep his composure and beat the challenge. Millie was quick to take you and Moxxie to bed.
When she finally got her hands on him, she had him pinned against the wall, giving him a few hickeys here and there. She takes him to bed and strips him, and the both of you begin to pleasure him.
Millie explained to him that he was going to get a huge reward for being such a good boy. Moxxie, who currently had a hard-on and was horny as hell, wanted his 'reward' as soon as possible. Seeing the two of you with two large strap-ons really does something to him.
" Fuck.. Please, I want to feel the two of you inside of me. Please, let me have my reward. "
ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇʀ
Asking Striker about participating in N.N.N was easy enough. He seemed a little confused by its concept at first but quickly agreed to do it. He even teased you a bit, never expecting you to suggest something so lewd and scandalous
" You want me to not get off to nothin' for a whole month? " He asked you, " Ya know what that means, right? That means you won't be allowed to get me off neither. " Striker has a grin of his face as he saw your face heat up with embarrassment.
" Well yeah, I guess... Sure.. " You grumble before going back to what you were doing. Striker knew that you were going to tap out long before he would. This was going to be fun... for him at least.
The challenge was easy for him. All he had to do was bury himself in a fuck-ton of work, assassinating, and not let his mind wander off. If it did, he'd just think about his job and nothing else.
You, on the other hand, weren't fairing too well. You weren't used to having to deny yourself from your lovers' touch. So when Striker would brush against you or give you a kiss, it made you hot and bothered. You missed him.
Even though he was there with you every day, he was working his ass off to avoid getting aroused. And he did a pretty good job of it. You, on the other hand, didn't. You had no idea how you were going to last a whole month without sex.
As sad as it sounded, you did your best to pleasure yourself without him catching you. When he would go off to work you'd sneak away into the bedroom and fuck yourself with the dildos he gave you. You even got the one with his cum still on it, you were that desperate.
He noticed you acting more needy lately. Striker wasn't stupid. He knew what you were doing while he was gone. He wanted to catch you in the act.
His schedule was empty, so instead, he was going to sit back and let you do the work. You were already in your shared bedroom, laying on the bed.
Striker had come into the room to see you with your legs spread wide and a dildo shoved inside of you. You didn't even realize that he was in the room, too lost in your lust. The loud sequencing noise echoes and merges with your soft moans.
" Well, well. What do we have here?" He smirked, " I wonder where this came from? " Striker chuckled as he made his way over to you, causing you to jolt up in surprise. Before you could even cover yourself up, Striker had pounced on top of you and pinned you down onto the bed.
" Couldn't wait a month without me having a bit of fun?" Striker cooed as his tail snaked its way over to your discarded sex toy, " Maybe I should punish you for breaking our little deal. " He chuckled, pulling the toy from out of you.
" You'll like that, won't ya? "
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You've been a ranch hand with Millies family for years, and are none to pleased when they hired on a new guy for "extra help." even less pleased when he turnes out to be a massive douche bag. an incredibly sexy and charasmastic douche, but a douche none the less. you want him to think that you want nothing to do with him. but the walls at the farm are thin, and you rearely keep track of what your saying when you're in the heat of the moment. that's when the truth of the matter really comes out.
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Honestly there is not nearly enough striker smut out there and it is a crime. so let me try to get the ball rollin. reader is Afab and Fem, an imp, and as always, requets are open ;)
"Son of a bitch!!" You yelled as the Hell Hog threw you off. And right as you got an opening too. "I swear to Satan, I will gut you." You growled to yourself as you charged for the animal again. You didn't get very far though. Of course Striker has to show you up, jumping in to "help you out" and slicing the pigs throat easily, stealing your thunder in the process.
"Well that hog was one tough son of a bitch, huh Y/n?" He asked you with his signature mischievous grin. In your mind you always heavily equated him to a con man. He went over to offer you a hand up, but you brushed it away and got up on your own.
"Yea, whatever Striker."
"Well now darlin', you sound pissed! And why's that?" He smirked, cocking his head to the side as if he didn't already know the answer. Ever since Lin and Joe hired him to help around the farm, he'd taken a great pleasure In showing you up whenever he could. Maybe because you were a woman. maybe because he didn't like not being the only farm hand. Maybe it was just because he found you adorable whenever you got angry. Doesn't matter why, really. You just wish he'd knock it the fuck off.
"I had it handled you know." You said, answering his question without answering it.
"Oh, yea. You really had things handled from the ground." He laughed, "really had the upper hand there."
"I only missed my opening because you distracted me!"
"By being so handsome?" He smirked.
"By being so annoying. What were you yellin' about anyway?" You asked.
"I was tryna see if you had the hog slaughtered yet. The answer was no, by the way."
You rolled your eyes as you hoisted the hog onto your shoulder. Being an imp, the damn thing was almost twice your size, and you struggled with its weight. But knowing Striker was just waiting for you to buckle so he could come in and "save your ass" once again gave you the spite needed to haul it into the kitchen.
"Oh, Y/n!" Ms.Lin sighed as she saw you toss dinner onto the counter to be skinned. "Now why in the 7 rings would you carry that in here all by yourself? Wasn't Striker out there to help?"
You sighed and grit your teeth, knowing Ms.Lin met well. You had injured your shoulder a few days back. She just didn't want to lose another hand. "Don't worry Ms.Lin, I'm not made of sugar," You said as you let out a calming breath. "I've carried these fuckers in 1000 times before, I can keep doin it, on my own." You smiled.
She shook her head. "You know, you can accept help, right? It's kinda what we hired him for." Lin said as she crossed her arms and popped her hip.
"Then fire him." You retorted.
"I knew you were gunnin' for my job." Striker laughed as he walked In, "man, you should seen yourself, strugglin' to carry in that piglet." He snickered. "I wish I'd had thought to record it"
"Well, ya didn't scrub." You hoped, "now are you gonna help us skin this thing or what?"
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“Hey, Y/n? Quick question, what the fuck was that?” Sallie Mae asked you after dinner. You raised an eyebrow as you finished up the dishes and turned to her. “At dinner,” she added for clarification. “What the fuck was that at dinner?” You were still confused.
“What are you-” you started.
“With Striker.” Sallie groaned. Oh, she met THAT.
“That motherfucker kept kicking me under the table!” you burst. “He was tryna get a fucking rise outta me Sallie Mae, and it worked! What kind of elementary school bullshit was that! And then to act shocked when I kicked him back, who the fuck does he think he is?”
“Y'all we’re playin footsie under the table?” Sallie Mae asked as she crossed her arms. She looked unamused.
“What? No!” you protested. “Did ya not hear me Sallie? I said that cocksucker kicked me, it was full blown war under that table!”
“Mmhmm.” Sallie nodded, not very amused. “So you fuck him yet?” She smirked at your shocked face. Maybe you were oblivious to it, hell maybe even Striker was oblivious to it. But everyone else around you two could see a lot of your problems with each other could be solved with a solid hate fuck.
“Sallie Mae, I swear on all that I hold dear, if you were not my best friend, I would feed you to the Hell Hogs right now.” you growled at her, face flushed with either anger or embarrassment. Or, more likely, a mix of both. “Have I fucked him yet,” you scoffed, “Girl, you know I have standards!” you snapped as you walked away from the conversation, tail swishing angrily behind you.
Sallie wasn’t going to let you get away that easy though. She followed you. “Standards, huh?” Sallie laughed, “How’s that been working out for you lately, Ms.Sahara?” she would use your dry spell against you.
“Just fine thank you!” you snapped. “Even if I hadn’t gotten dick in years, I wouldn’t fuck that snake. Motherfucker has gone out of his way since he got here to disrespect me at every turn.”
“Maybe he thinks you have a degradation kink?” your friend offered.
“What the fuck about me screams degradation kink?” you scoffed.
“Your posture.”
“What?”
“People who want respect in bed dont stand like that Shug. everything about you screams ‘call me a slut daddy.’ I thought you knew that.”
You looked at your friend for a long time trying to figure out where she got off reading you like that. “I take offense to that.” you finally said. Sallie smirked.
“You're only offended cause it’s true, huh?”
“Shut up Sallie Mae.” you scoffed as you got to your room. “Look Hun, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired. I’d like to get to sleep.” you told her as you stretched to pop your back.
“Ok, well just answer this for me,” Sallie said, leaning in close to whisper to you. “Honestly, hand to Satan, have you never even thought about it?” She asked. Have you ever thought of it? What a stupid question, of course you had. You weren't too bitter to admit that Striker was an incredibly handsome imp. One that made you blush the first time you laid eyes on him, something not many men could say. Of course you imagined what fucking him would be like. But that was before he revealed himself to be an incredible ass.
“Not even once.” you said.
“Liar.” Sallie called you on your bluff. You rolled your eyes.
“Good night Sallie Mae.” you said as you closed your door in her face. You scoffed as you went over and plopped on your bed. Sallie had a lot of gaul to have that conversation with you. But, She’d had always been like that. It was why you loved her. Still. That bitch had gotten the thought of Striker stuck in your head.
There was no way in Satan's hell he would actually want you, right? If he did, he wouldn't have been such an ass about everything. This isn't middle school, you don't show a girl you like her by pulling her hair. Not that I would particularly mind if he pulled my hair. You thought. Then physically shook your head to get that thought out of it. No! No! Bad Y/n!! You’re only thinking like that cause you’re horny! You mentally chastised yourself.
Fuck, it really had been awhile, huh? A part of you considered dressing up and going out to a bar to try and get out of this dry spell. Then you remembered that you we’re in the Wrath Ring of hell, and that most of the guys here looked like inbred fuckin toads. Not all of em. Striker’s pretty. Fuck, you gotta get laid. Or at least off.
You hopped off your bed and went to your dresser, looking for old reliable. A small bright pink vibrator lovingly named Barbie. You smiled as it whirled to life in your hand. Who needs another imp when you have Barbie? You rid yourself of your torn jeans and got back on your bed, ready to get down to business. Your legs fell apart and you bit your lip as you started teasing your own clit. Involuntarily, an image of Striker entered your head, pinning you to the bed and running his fingers in between your folds. FUCK. This asshole couldnt even let you have your fucking fantasies. Well…fuck it. He’s already here, you already started, and who knows. Maybe it’ll help get him out of your head.
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Striker sat on his bed polishing his knife. And no actually, that's not a euphemism. The man was meticulous about weapon care. He heard you and Sallie talking outside of your room, and rolled his eyes to himself. These walls were impossibly thin, and he hated it. Especially having his room right next to yours, it made it hard for him to do any business on the phone. Couldn’t risk it.
He finished cleaning up his knife and put it back in its holster. He checked the time on his phone and considered turning in for the night. Being a farm hand sucked. He was never one for early mornings, but farm work demanded it. It was a not so small part of why he left the wrath ring to become a gun for hire. Murdering people was genuinely easier for him than getting up at 5 AM. He tossed his phone to the side and laid down.
“Striker.”
Then he heard the unmistakable sound of electricity coming from your side of the wall and instantly sat back up. No fuckig way. He’d been working on this farm for weeks now and had never heard this before. He was starting to think you were a prude. He laughed softly to himself. This was gonna be great ammo against you tomorrow. There was one highlight to being a farm hand, and that was getting to fuck with you every day. You were adorable when you got mad, and it was so easy to rile you up. He quickly decided if he couldn’t fuck you, he would just fuck with you and be content with that.
That caught his fucking attention. The last thing he expected to hear from the otherside of the wall was his name. He didn’t expect the effect it had on him either. Something about the way you sounded so desperate for him made his heart race and his dick ache.
“Striker..Striker please-”
Thank fucking Satan for thin and sin walls. Striker made a mental note to personally thank the king of hell for them. He could hear you so clearly, and yet he still found himself pressed against the wall to hear you better. His hand moved to the crotch of his pants. He plamed himself through the fabric to ease some of the pain. “Fuck darlin’” he groaned out, voice just above a whisper. He didn’t realize just how bad he wanted to fuck you until now.
“St-Striker, fuck me! Please! Fuck me-” you moaned breathlessley through the wall. That was in invitation if Striker had ever heard one.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Striker laughed as he made his way to your room. The panicked ‘meep!” he heard as he left confirmed to him that you did indeed hear him. He’d never been more thankful to share a wall with someone. He got to your door and knocked, then turned the knob experimentally. It was locked. You really were inviting him in, huh? He slipped through the door and could help but smile at the scene before him.
You were glowing with blush, blanket thrown haphazardly between your legs to give yourself some sense of modesty. A hot pink vibrator, slick and abandoned, at the foot of the bed. You were looking at him, but couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. “Ya know darling,” Stiker said as he approached your bed. There was something dark in his eyes, “If you wanted me that bad you could have just asked. But I do appreciate the show ya just put on for me.” he chuckled.
“Why were you listening to me, you creep!” you lashed out in anger, trying to turn this on him and away from you. He didn’t take the bait. He laughed as he caged you into your bed, face just centimeters away from your own.
“It’s kinda hard not to when the whole farm can hear you begging me to fuck you darlin.” he chuckled softly as he ran a hand down your side. It sent shivers down your spine. “Now, the real question is; didja mean it? Or are you just the biggest tease in this ring of hell?” he asked, causing your face to heat up even more with desire.
“I meant it.” you said before your brain could stop you. Fuck it, maybe Sallie Mae was right. Strikers wicked grin alone could almost convince you of that. Stiker grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.
“Good girl.” he said as he pushed his lips into yours. He tasted like coffee and nicotine. You shyly moved your hands to wrap them around his neck. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, finally releasing you of your kiss. His hands ran down to the hem of your shirt. “You got no idea how many nights I imagined doing this.” he rasped, taking your shirt off of you. His smirk only grew. “Black lace, huh? you really are a whore, aren't ya doll?” He tisked as he easily unclasped your bra and threw it to the floor. “They’re prettier than I imagined.” he praised as he ran his thumb over your hardening nipple.
“Are you going to shut up at any point in this?” you scoffed, finding yourself again as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. You could feel his sculpted chest under his thin shirt and it excited you more than you wanted to admit.
“Wasn’t plannin’ on it darlin’.” He grinned. He let you unbutton his vest and rid him of both it and his shirt.
“Mother fucker.” you whispered as you ran your hand along his toned chest. It was covered in scars, both healed and not so healed. You wanted to know the story behind every single one.
“Like what you see?” He asked. You could hear his tail rattling in anticipation. He was more excited for your approval than he was letting on,
“Very much so.” you smiled, finally finding the courage to look into his yellow green hypnotic eyes.
“Right answer.” he chuckled as his hand moved down your body. You tensed instinctively as he reached your cunt. “Fuck Darlin’, I knew you’d be wet, but i wasn’t expecting this wet.” he purred as his fingers ran across your folds. “All this for me?” He teased, fingers finding your clit with the quickness of an expert. You sheepishly nodded as you realized he’d definitely done this more than you had. “I knew you wanted me.” he said smugly as he began to rub circles into your clit, sending electricity soaring through your body.
“Ya like that, Slut?” the cowboy asked you. You nodded in response, focused on the pleasure he was giving you. Until he suddenly stopped.
“Striker!”
“Use your words Doll.” he warned.
“Yes, I liked it! I liked it so much, I kinda wanna punch you for stopping!” you hissed. Striker launched and continued his movements, much to your relief.
“And that's why you're my favorite.” he purred at you. His thumb had taken over rubbing your clit as his fingers began to work your pussy open. “Even when you’re the one in a compromised position, you never lose your fight.” It suddenly struck him that that was a little too intimate than he wanted to get at that moment. So he switched gears and fully pulled you under him. You gasped as you looked up at him. He was only on his knees on top of you, but he still seemed so much taller. It occurred to you just how much bigger than you he was.
“Ya know darlin’,” he stared as he leaned down to kiss your neck, “Ever since I laid eyes on you,” he began to trail kisses down your body. Your neck, your collar bone. Littering marks down your body, “I’ve wanted to know how you taste.” he groaned as he made it to his destination. Your body was on fire with anticipation. He spread your legs for him and let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d see a cunt as pretty as yours.” he admitted as he kissed the inside of your thighs. He bit gently, sucking marks into your soft skin. He wanted whoever may be here next to know you were his first. Finally, he made his way to where you desperately wanted him most. He smirked at you one last time before licking at your clit.
Your whole body jolted at his touch, as if it was made to react to him and only him. He sucked at your clit as his fingers began to work you open. “Fuck Striker, how dare you be this good at head.” you groaned as your hands knocked his hat off and tangled into his hair. You could hear him laugh from in between your legs, but didn't really care. His fingers began to massage you from inside, quickly finding the spot that would surely make you see stars. “Fuck!” you gasped as your back arched and your legs tried to clamp around his head. Striker would be the one man you’d been with able to find the G-Spot.
He used his free hand to keep your legs open. “Careful now Sweetheart. You wouldn't want me to stop now would ya?” He asked in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard.
“Fuck, no! No, you asshole, don't stop.” you almost screamed when his fingers stopped moving. “You bitch! What the fuck did I just fucking say?!” you all but yelled at him.
“Say it nicely.” he grinned at you.
“Fuck you.”
“I know you want to Doll.”
“I'm going to kick you.”
“I’ll leave,” he threatened.
“Fuck no!” well that was more desperate than you wanted it to be. “No no! Don't leave! Just…Fuck, please don’t stop Sir! Please, I need you.” you moaned. You almost cried when not only did his fingers start going again, but he added a third.
“Good girl.” he praised, his head dipping back in between your legs. He began sucking harshly at your clit, massaging it with his tongue and tying the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your hands found their way to his hair again, and you found yourself bucking into his face. You felt your body tense and your pussy flutter.
“Striker, I’m Close.”
“I know.” he muttered from between your legs.
“How?!”
“You’re not exactly hiding it sweetheart.” he laughed, picking up the pace ever so slightly, forcing you to forget the argument at hand as your vision exploded with stars and electricity ran through your body. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck fuck!!” you yelled, your legs closing around his head and your hands pulling him closer. Striker realized he couldn't breathe, and decided that yes. This was how he wanted to die. With his fingers working you through your orgasam as he lapped up as much of you as he could. “Dear fucking Satan.” you moaned as you released the cowboy. Your legs still shook with the aftershock of your orgasam. It had been awhile since you had sex, yea. But it had been even longer since someone made you feel like that.
Striker smiled as he wiped his mouth and sat back up. “Feel good Sweetheart?” he purred to you. You nodded blissfully. He smiled and gently tucked a strand of your hair back. You nodded, your brain still unable to form words. “That's great Doll. We’re not done yet.” he informed you. “Good.” you chuckled, causing him to smile. You watched as he freed himself from his jeans, and couldn't help the blush that formed on your face. Of course, it wasn’t enough for him to just have a pretty face. Oh no, he had to have a pretty dick too.
“Fuck man, how’s it feel to be Satans favorite?” you huffed.
“Isn’t that more of a question for yourself, Gorgeous?” Striker asked as he pumped his dick a few times. He bit his lip as he looked down at your body. He wanted to remember every curve you had. Every scar, stretch mark, birthmark, everything. He wanted to own it. He wanted to own you. He dug his teeth into your neck as he began to push himself into your cunt. You screamed, the mix of pleasure and pain taking over your body as he sunk into your still sensitive cunt. You could feel him sucking a mark into your neck. You knew there would be questions in the morning. You didn’t care.
“Striker, God damn. You’re too fucking much.” you groaned, trying to turn your head to hide your face in the crook of his neck.
“You feel so fucking good Y/n.” he breathed to you. “Like you were fucking made for me. Made to be a sleeve for my cock, made to be mine.” he growled. Fuck that alone send ice down your spine. You were not prepared for him to start moving, pumping into you like he was on a mission. He set a brutal pace. Your legs wrapped around his hips to keep up. You clawed into his back, determined to leave marks of your own on him. It was only fair.
His tail tangled with yours as his hand tangled into your hair. “I’ve been waiting for this for way too long” he huffed, “Do you know how many times I thought about bending you over and putting you in your fucking place? Shit darlin’ if i knew it would be this good i would have done it sooner.” he repositioned himself to stroke at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. It was too much.
You groaned and bit the fuck out his his shoulder, causing him to help, then laugh, but never falter in his thrusts. He was a professional after all. He pulled your hair, forcing you to release him. “Fuck darlin, we bitin’ now?” he laughed, as if he did not just leave a very prominent mark on your neck. “I-it’s only f-fair!” you argused, struggling to make coherent thoughts. He smiled almost softly and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. “If ya gonna leave a mark on me, might as well go big or go home.” he challenged. He desperately wanted everyone to know what happened tonight. And while the thin walls would assure that for the people that lived on the farm, he wanted the entirety of hell to know.
And you were far too cock drunk to think of the consequences. You buried your fangs into his neck, savoring the hiss of pain he let out. He tugged gently at your hair one last time, before using that hand for support instead, and using his now freed hand to rub almost violent circles into your clit. You let out a high pitched and breathy moan into his neck. He could feel your pussy flutter around him, a clear sign you were close.
“Fuck, you gonna come for me twice Darlin?” he groaned. As if on cue the knot inside your stomach snapped in two and you screamed into his neck, your legs clamping around him as your body spasmed with the heat of your second orgasam for the night. And shit, you we’re fucking gorguous. “Y/n, I’m close,” Striker warned as he realized you we’re not letting him go. “Y/n, let go, I-”
“Cum in me.” you moaned. He did not need to be told twice. He picked up his pace, pounding into your spent pussy before his own orgasam finally overtook him. He rode out his orgasam, shooting red hot cum into your cervix. His best move? Definitely not. But that was a problem for tomorrow Stiker and Y/n. Tonight Striker and Y/n couldn't get over how hot the whole ordeal was. Finally he slowed to a stop. He lightly tapped your thigh and you finally let your legs fall to the bed.
“Shit Darlin’ I knew you’d be good, but..fuck.” Striker laughed, causing you to swell with pride for being the reason he had that reaction. He pulled out, leaving you feeling more empty than you expected.
“You’re a good lay.” you laughed as he rolled over next to you.
“Why thank ya,” he laughed with you instead of at you for once. He pulled you into his arms, and you didn’t protest. He was warm. “So do we go back to hating each other in the mornin’, or?..” he asked, rubbing gentle circles into your hips.
“In the mornin’? Yes. buut I wouldn’t be against this happening again, so I guess we can like each other at night.” you giggled. He chuckled and nodded.
“Alright, I can get behind that. It’s a start.” he nodded, snuggling up to you. You hadn’t kicked him out of bed yet, might as well enjoy it. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at your door, causing you both to panic.
“So Y'all are done feudin’ now, right?” Sallie Mae’s almost jovial voice came from the other side.
“SALLIE I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” you yelled from your bed as Striker laughed his ass off next to you.
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Analyzing Striker's Five Kinks
TYING YOU UP
His rope skills are good for more then just assassin work. He knows quite a few ways to tie you up all nice and pretty for him, in a way that you look like a fancy art piece but not so pretty that he doesn't want to ruin you a little with his cock. Okay, ruin you a whole lot, and then put a little bit of white color on you with his cum.
GUN PLAY
They're never loaded of course, he won't take that risk but he will press the gun against your jaw when you get out of line a bit too much for his taste. If you beg nicely maybe he'll press it a bit lower too, get some of your arousal on it so you can suck it off like you would with his cock.
FACE FUCKING/RIDING
No better way to keep your mouth shut then occupying it with his cock. That can go the opposite way too, you can ride his face any time, he's as good as riding as he is being ridden. Or, maybe he's a tiny bit better at riding, you can tell him when you can talk again, provided that your jaw doesn't hurt too much.
DEGREDATION
Is that really a surprise? With how much he likes shit talking his enemies you know he's gonna put that same energy into degrading you once he figures out how much it turns you on to hear him say those words. But don't expect him to say sorry at any point afterwards, that ain't his style.
CREAMPIE
He does like seeing his cum on you but it's even better when it's inside of you. Let it flow out or ask him to fuck it back in, either is good for him. Finishing inside you is all that really matters for him, and the promise of him doing that will always make him finish early. It's a good strategy for quickies.
Dividers made by: @cafekitsune
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Striker X Short Reader
┆ Author's Note: Hello! Welcome back my little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome to Striker X Short Reader. I thought this would be nice since I'm a short person, I'm like 5'2 in real life and always get mistaken for a kid and just the look on people's face when I tell them how old I am, is absolutely hilarious, but I hope all my shorties enjoy this story.
┆ Story Contains: Smut
┆ Fandom: Helluva Boss
┆ Word Count: 823
Striker is used to meeting people who are short and he especially enjoys teasing them a bit. But he just loved teasing you, calling things like, “ Short thing, “ Little demon, or “ Small creature “ You didn’t mind Striker’s teasing but sometimes it could be annoying. When he tools things from you, he would hold them up high and laugh when you would try to jump up and try to grab them. He would give it back and tussle your hair. “ I’m sorry pumpkin, you are so small and cute. “ He said while chuckling.
He would grab things off high places if he saw you struggling. Striker knows you love to do things for yourself but that could often lead you to hurting yourself. So if Striker saw you reaching for something. He would give you a hand either grabbing it with his hand or tail. Sometimes he would lift you so that you could grab. He did this because he didn’t want to see you hurt yourself like last time. You had fallen off the counter trying to grab a box of cereal and fell and ended up breaking your arm.
Striker is careful when you two wrestle each other and play fight. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He usually uses his tail to throw you on the couch or bed. He doesn’t put too much of his weight on you when he sits on you. But for some reason, you don’t take it easy on Striker so he calls you a little gremlin or puppy when you bite him. Striker would just chuckle but for a short person, you pack a punch and that’s what Striker likes about you, you may be short but you are ready to fight and not give up.
He thinks you look adorable when wearing his clothes, especially his hat. “ Hey look I’m Striker, howdy howdy. “ You would say as Striker would roll his eyes and take by his hat. “ Ha ha, very funny darlin’ “ But he did have a few pictures of you wearing his clothes because he found it cute. The only thing Striker had wore that belonged to you was your necklace, calls it his good luck pendant.
When he brings you to the saloon he is very protective of you because a lot of assassins, hitmen, criminals, and scum asses drink there. So he will keep his tail around your waist if he sees someone flirting with you or coming up to you both. He knows you can handle yourself, he just doesn’t want you getting roughed up just in case there is a fight.
When you guys sleep together you are usually spooning with you being the little spoon but if you beg Striker enough, he is willing to be the little spoon. But sometimes you sleep on top of Striker which is nice because he’ll rub circles on your back. In the morning is nice because he’ll pick you up off him and set you aside then tickle you awake, has he gotten punched once? Yeah, he has but he has learned how to dodge.
When you, guys are having passionate smoking sex, Striker has you on top of him. Ride a cowboy save a horse! Striker loves hearing your gasps and moans when he places his hands on your hips. Oh, how you tremble on top of your cowboy. You love hearing his huffs and growls
But when Striker is on top of you, he’ll cage you with his body while he pounds into you. Your little whines make him smirk when he drags his tongue across your neck and marks up your neck, collarbone, and chest. When you cry out his name it only makes him pound deeper into you. Seeing your eyes roll back brings him joy as he whispers how good you are being. “ Oh, darlin’, you are being so good, let me hear you say my name again, come scream how much you love. Let me hear it ~ “
Will he tie you up while you ride him? Yeah, He’ll place your hands behind your back and bound your wrist together and let you ride him while he holds you. He thinks it's adorable watching you squirm, whine, and beg him to let you cum. If he’s feeling kinky enough maybe he’ll choke you but you both have a safe word. Because if there is one thing Striker doesn’t want to hurt you too bad or make you uncomfortable.
This cowboy knows about aftercare so he’ll praise you on how good you were and then wash you up. He’ll give you sweet kisses and let you know how much you mean to him. He’ll help you put on your pajamas, then make you a nice meal and get you something to drink. If you fall asleep, he will hold you close and rub your back. “ I love you, darlin’ “ He’ll say then fall asleep holding you close.
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Striker x Reader General Hcs
guysguysguys plsssss hes soooo- cowboys r a guilty pleasure of mine
🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!striker, riding + face riding, oral, somno
🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion
sfw:
striker never expected to have a real, long term partner, especially with his line of work
sure he's had hookups and flings over the years, but you really threw him off his feet
there was something about you that really dazzled striker, and he knew that you were the one
he dates to marry, and that is truly reflected in how he treats you
striker is a gentleman when he's courting you, he'll do the basics like holding the door for you and giving you gifts, but he somehow always finds a way to take it a step further.
you're both walking down the street and you have to step over a puddle? no need to worry, striker will scoop you up and carry you right over. you ran out of your favorite food while you're craving it? don't fret, striker will run to the store and grab it for you without a second thought
this is all before you both are even together! hes truly a sweetheart towards you, and it shocks everyone how you've managed to tame the wild assassin
striker definitely has a lot of nicknames for you, all circulating around his western class
poppet, sugar, darlin', doll, sugar, and lil' lady (if ur fem) are all ones you'll definitely hear
when talking about you to others, he'll call you "the apple of his eye" or other sappy things like that
he knows how dangerous his job is, and being associated with him can put you in danger. because of that, hes a little reluctant to court you, so he may give slightly mixed signals at first when hes feeling anxious about your safety
it wont take long for him to decide what he wants, but striker definitely wants to make sure you know how to defend yourself
even before you're together he offers you self defense lessons, and is always trying to keep an eye out for you to make sure you're safe
hes protective, but he also trusts you a lot and won't try to interfere with your life or anything, he just wants to make sure you're okay
underneath his tough persona, striker definitely has a soft, domestic vibe. as previously stated, he's the type to want to get married, and even if you don't, he still wants to have a good bond with you
hes a really great person to live with, he def is the type to cook and clean for you and overall carries his weight around the house
he sees it as a respect thing more than anything, and wants you to know how devoted he is to you and that he doesn't expect you to take care of him
he never forces you to do anything though, you can't tell me that he wouldn't absolutely despise people who force their spouses to cook and clean for them. he thinks relationships should be equal, and that you both should share the weight of household responsibilities
i dont think striker is the type to expect much from his partner if that makes sense? he would never want to put pressure on you to be with him or to carry any burdens. he knows how dangerous his job is, and will occasionally ask you if you're still comfortable with him and everything he does
everytime you say yes, he gets this wide eyed grin and ruffles your hair. a part of him is always afraid of pushing you away, its not easy to date a literal assassin, but the fact that you love him and that you want to be with him amazes striker every time
hes def an acts of service guy through and through, striker's actions always speak louder than anything
because his job is so busy, he sometimes works super late or has to get up ridiculously early. striker often feels pretty bad about his crazy working hours, and always dotes on you if you stay up late waiting for him and kisses you on the cheek everytime he has to leave
HE LIKES TO PLAY MUSIC FOR YOU ON HIS GUITAR AND HE'LL SING SONGS FOR YOU
striker also really enjoys dancing with you, and you two r definitely the type to slow dance in the kitchen sorry i don't make the rules
you're one of the few people he lets touch his cowboy hat, and also the only person who has ever ridden Bombshell besides him <3
he keeps a photo of you in his wallet/jacket and looks at it after rough missions
nsfw
yk the phrase "wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy"? or "save a horse, ride a cowboy?" yea those both were made for him btw
the cowboy hat stays on during sex, but not on him /hj
seriously tho, he loves the sight of you wearing nothing but his hat, and its one of the quickest ways to rile him up
striker LOVES and i mean LOVESSS when you ride him
theres something so exhilarating about seeing you on top, and after a long, stressful mission, there's something so pleasing about just letting you take the reins and ride him senseless
his fav positions are cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, face sitting, missionary, mating press, pretty much anything where he can see your face
striker is big on eye contact, whether hes top or bottom he loves the intimacy of eye contact
he memorizes everything about your body, what makes you tick, where to touch you that will make you moan loudest, your most sensitive spots, he has pleasuring you down to an art
def into bondage and shibari, whether its you tying him up or him tying you up, he loves it
striker likes the intricacies of shibari, but will always check that the ropes aren't too tight (unless you want it that way... in that case he'll indulge you ;)
he is soooo talkative, he loves praising you and degrading you and he talks you through every orgasm
when hes dom, striker is more of a groaner, he'll let out these throaty, deep rumbles and groans while whispering about how fucking good you make him feel in the deepest, most delicious voice ever
when hes in a more submissive mood i think hes a little quieter, he'll let out some breathy pants and moans but won't be super vocal
hes into (consensual) contact play and doesn't mind being pushed around. i also think he'd have a gun kink and would face fuck you with a gun (never loaded tho, you're far too precious to risk hurting)
ORAL FIXATION.
striker loves giving, like hes def a giver 100% and loves it when you ride his face
he wants you to SIT on his face, in his opinion his face is your throne and it doesn't matter how big you are, strikers a strong guy and will take all of your weight without a second thought
hes a gentleman, he makes you cum at least twice during foreplay before he even actually fucks you
striker is into somno, you both have def had convos about him fucking you in your sleep before
he comes home so late for work sometimes, and the sight of you sleeping on the couch, waiting just for him is so adorable
he likes teasing you and hearing you're unfiltered gasps and moans, the way your body responds to his simple touches without even being awake turns him on a lot
striker also loves it when you moan his name in your sleep, he has a secret possessive side and the fact that you're thinking about him even in your dreams is just so hot to him
sometimes though it'll be the other way around, he'll collapse into bed after a long mission, passing out in mere seconds. meanwhile, you creep into bed with him and give him a handjob, watching as he moans and whispers your name like a prayer. he'll hump into your hand, and sometimes he'll cum so hard he'll wake himself up
when you ask him what he was dreaming about he'll chuckle, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away
when hes sub, striker is like the male version of a pillow prince sometimes. he just wants to lay back and be pampered, theres a part of him that just wants to be loved and taken care of
....mommy/daddy/master kink... what? u hear sum?? i will write ab this...
hes a bit into semi-public sex, but wouldn't ever let anyone actually catch you both. you're body is for his eyes and his eyes alone
striker takes his time undressing you and kissing every inch of your body before the foreplay even starts, and sometimes his tail will rattle a little as he does so. hes just so enamored with you, he can't help it
guysgys GUYSSYYSYSYSYSY RUGERHEHEHSSBSSHSH I FUCKING LOVE STRIKER SM HES MY FAVVV!!!! ALSO HELLUVA BOSS IS OPEN FOR REQS !!
im not gonna make a separate masterlist for helluva boss im just gonna add this to my hazbin masterlist ahshsh
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Snake Eyes (Helluva Boss: Striker x F!Reader smut fic)
(gif edit by me)
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Now Playing: E.V.O.L. by Marina and the Diamonds, FutureSex / LoveSounds by Justin Timberlake [headphones recommended]
Goodie Bag: flirting, rough sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, masturbation (f), cursing, dirty talk, striptease, vaginal fingering, creampie [let me know if I missed anything].
A/N: Who doesn't wanna fuck Striker? Like, come on. When he pinned Blitzø to the wall in his debut episode, I wanted to be in Blitzø's place so bad. So I decided to make a fic. It's pretty short, but it's still good, trust me. Also, im using the Norman Reedus voiced Striker for this even though this takes place after Season 2, because I prefer Norman's voice. Enjoy!!
Taglist: @omniuravity @pinkhimecat @moths-and-mantids @neonvehk @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered and all Striker simps!
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Your life wasn’t the best at the moment. Your bitter ex put a bounty on your head for no reason, and this forced you to be on the run. You were currently in the Wrath ring, trying to outrun this bounty hunter that’s been on your ass for a while. It wasn’t fair that he was riding on a horse, but you were able to keep a good distance from him. Unfortunately, you didn’t know that he had a lasso on him. You gagged when the lasso wrapped around your neck tight, pulling you back and knocking you onto your ass. You tried to pull the rope off of you, but it was on tight. During your struggle, he walked up to you, looking down with a smirk on his face. His tail flicked in a flourish, making the same sound as a rattlesnake’s tail. “Gotta admit, you can run pretty fast. But not fast enough.” a rough male voice said. “I haven’t lost a catch in my entire life, and I ain’t starting today.” He pulled the lasso up and got you on your knees. You had a good look at him and recognized him immediately. This was Striker, the ruthless bounty hunter who hunted down and almost killed Prince Stolas. You were aware of his track record of bounty hunting, and you knew you were just another paycheck. ‘Fuck, he’s hot,’ you thought to yourself.
He eyed you up and down and said, “Hey, you’re a cute one. Not a bad body on you, either. Maybe I’ll have some fun with ya before I turn ya in.” You weren’t sure how, but this man just flipped your switch and you decided to flirt with him. When he loosened the lasso so you could speak, you smirked and looked at him with flirtatious eyes, saying, “Oh? Have I caught the eye of the famous bounty hunter, Striker?” Striker’s eyes narrowed, momentarily taken aback by your smirk. His grin remained plastered on his face, however, as he leaned in further, his breath brushing your cheek. “Famous, eh?” He repeated, drawing out the word. “Maybe I am, maybe I ain’t,” he chuckled softly, running a hand through his snowy hair. “But there ain’t no doubt that I’m the best around these parts.” He paused, looking you up and down with a predatory gleam in his golden eyes. “And now that I got ya, well...you got a few options.”
“Option one, sweetheart,” He began, gesturing to the lasso around your neck. “We could keep things simple and quick. I turn you in, you’re executed, and I pocket that hefty bounty on your cute little head. Easy peasy lemon squeezy, right?” He winked, a mischievous smile tugging on his lips. “Or option two, we have ourselves a bit of fun, see how much you enjoy it..or how much I do. And then I decide whether you’re worth keeping around or not. Sound good?” You liked where this was going, so you smile and say, “Personally, I like option two better, wouldn’t you agree? Maybe if we hit it off, we can fake my death and split the bounty. I got quite a bounty on me, so if we split it, we’d be richer than even those Goetias.” Striker’s eyes widened as he smiled, clearly surprised at your words. “Ya reckon? Now there’s an idea,” he said, running a finger along your jawline. “Well, alright. Let’s give ol’ option two a go, see how it feels. But understand something, sweetheart, if I feel like you’re lyin’, tryin’ to trick me, I ain’t above changin’ my mind and sendin’ you straight to yer maker.” As he helped you stand up, Striker adjusted his hat and walked closer to you, looming over you. “Now, don’t think you can run off, darlin. That ain’t an option.” He smirked, his voice low and seductive. “I’m in control here, always. Otherwise, we ain’t got no game here.” You were getting turned on so much the more this went, so you smiled and said, “Well, that’s good, because it wouldn’t be any fun if I was the one in control.” A sinister grin spread across Striker’s face, his eyes flickering with excitement. “That’s more like it,” he growled, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto his horse. Once he got on, he made you wrap your arms around his waist, saying, “Hold on tight now.” With that, you two were off.
It was sunset when he stopped at a hotel and got you two a room. Once he brought you in the room, he pinned you to a wall and gazed down your body, lingering on your chest, before locking back on your eyes. “I bet you taste real sweet, don’t cha?” He murmured, his finger tracing a slow circle on your throat. “Between those legs of yours, you prolly taste like heaven.” He grabbed you and pulled you close to him, his body pressing against yours, the hard lines of muscle evident beneath his clothes. You blushed, but felt so turned on as you said, “Well..only one way to find out.” Striker grinned, his grip tightening on your waist as he pressed his groin against yours. “Oh, I’m gonna,” he growled, his hand sliding down your body and undoing your pants. “Real soon, darlin’. Real soon.” He leaned in, his mouth brushing against your ear as he whispered, “But first, I wanna watch you squirm, feel your body shake with pleasure before I taste every inch of ya.” He broke away, stepping back and fixing his coat. “Strip for me,” He said, his voice deep and commanding. “Slow and sexy, darlin’. Don’t forget, I’m in control here.” He lit a fresh cigar, puffing on it as he watched you undress, his eyes never leaving your body.
You nodded and you started to strip nice and slowly, giving him a bit of a show with a little strip tease. Striker’s eyes widened, his nostrils flaring as he took in the sight before him. Your slow, erotic dance had rendered him speechless, but not for long. He swallowed hard, his fingers drumming on his belt. Soon, you were completely nude, your arousal evident as he noticed your juices dripping down your thigh. “Damn, girl,” He muttered, his voice shaky. “Look at ya, drippin’ an’ ready for me.” He slowly approached, putting his cigar out and throwing it out as he reached for you. He wrapped an arm around you, his hand groping your ass as his other hand brushed against your wet flesh, a low chuckle escaping him. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praised, his hand running along the curve of your hips. You let out a series of moans as he started to rub your pussy, his fingers skillfully playing with your folds and clit. Striker couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt how wet and responsive your pussy was beneath his fingers. “Just wait til I’m inside of ya,” he breathed into your ear, his words coming out heavy. “Ain’t nothin’ like havin’ you clench around me, feeling every throb and twitch.” He slid one finger inside you, feeling your walls contract around him. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He pushed in another finger, his cock straining painfully within his pants. “I’m gon’ fuck you so hard, baby. Make you scream my name when I reach that sweet spot.” His hand started moving faster, thrusting in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Feel that, darlin’? Imagine it bein’ me -- my cock poundin’ into ya, fillin’ you up.” Just the thought of his cock stretching your pussy out made you even wetter and made you moan more as he continued fingering you. “Fuck, baby,” Striker swore, his arousal threatening to burst through his jeans. “You ain’t no liar, are ya?” He chuckled darkly. “Your pussy’s so damn greedy for me, already wanting more.” He took his fingers out, watching as they glistened with your essence. You watched as he licked his fingers clean, a sinister look in his eyes when he looked at you, saying, “I was right. Your pussy do taste like heaven.” He cupped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me, darlin’, do ya wanna feel me inside of you? Then get on your knees and beg for it.” He demanded, his voice thick with lust. “If I’m gonna take ya, you best beg for it properly.”
You nodded and got on your knees, looking up at him and putting on your best puppy-dog eyes as you said, “Please, Daddy..I want your hard cock..give it to me..I need it so badly..please fuck me...I’ll do anything you want..” Striker’s eyes darkened with hunger, his heart pounding in his chest. “That’s my girl,” he praised, reaching for his belt buckle. Unbuckling it, he let his jeans drop, revealing his thick erection standing tall and proud. He smirked, holding his cock and aiming it at your mouth. “Anything I want, huh?” He mused, running a hand through his hair. “Well, since ya asked so nicely, I’ll start easy. Take my cock in yer mouth and suck it like a good girl,” he commanded, his eyes never leaving your face. “Prove how much ya want it.”
You nodded and gently grabbed his cock, stroking it and licking up the shaft. You then kissed the tip of his cock and slid his cock into your mouth, sucking on it as you moaned. Striker hissed, his hand fisting in your hair as you took him into your mouth. “Goddamn, that’s good,” he groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. “You got some skills with that tongue, that’s for sure.” He tugged your hair, guiding your movements. “Swallow me down, deep throat me,” he grunted, his pace picking up. “Make me feel that warm, wet throat around my dick.” His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking hard. “Don’t stop, keep going. Show me how much ya need this cock.” You did as he said and took more of his cock in your mouth, feeling it go down your throat and slightly gagging until you were able to relax your throat, making things much easier. Soon, you were able to deepthroat him to the point of your lips touching his hilt. Striker’s eyes rolled back as he tilted his head back, his fingers digging into your scalp. “Fuck, yeah..” he moaned. “Take it all, darlin’, show me how much you love it.” His thrusts became more aggressive, his body trembling. “Keep goin’, make me lose myself in your mouth.” You sucked even more, making sure your tongue massaged his shaft. You reached towards your pussy and you started to touch yourself as you sucked him off, clearly turned on from the experience as your juices dripped onto the hardwood floor. Striker’s eyes narrowed, his breaths coming out harsh and uneven. “You’re gonna make me cum like this, aren’t ya?” He growled, his grip tightening on your hair. “I fucking love a woman who knows what she wants.” He pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva. “But I’m in control here, remember? So, enough of that,” He said hoarsely, grabbing your arm and throwing you onto the bed, soon pushing you down and hovering over you. “Time to get that pretty pussy stretched wide.”
He put his hands on your hips, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Cause I’mma ride ya so hard, mark my words..” You spread your legs wider, your pussy twitching with anticipation. Striker grinned, his eyes gleaming with danger. “Perfect,” he murmured, positioning himself between your legs. “Now, tell me if you want me to be gentle or rough.” He teased, his tip brushing against your entrance. “Your choice, darlin’.” His eyes bore into yours, waiting patiently for your decision. “Remember, you asked for this. Now choose wisely.” You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck, saying, “That depends, sexy. How do you want it? You’re the one in charge here. I’m just here to take it like a good girl.” Striker’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Damn right you are, darlin’. I’m in control.” He growled, thrusting into you forcefully. “But don’t worry, I’ll give ya a taste of both.” He began with a steady rhythm, his hips grinding against yours. “Like that, huh?” He sighed, his voice tinted with satisfaction. “Worried you wouldn’t be able to handle me, but look at ya takin’ it like a champ.” As he pistoned in and out of you, his pace increased. You were tight, so fucking tight around him. You just lost it as his size stretched you out so good, moaning as he kept thrusting, “Ohhh fuck..yeah..!” Striker’s eyes heated up, his thrusting becoming even wilder. “You love it, eh?” He snarled, gripping your hips tightly. “Takes a real man to stretch ya out like this, don’t it?” He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “But I ain’t done with ya yet.” His grip tightened as he pulled out of you. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard now, got it?” Without waiting for an answer, he slammed into you again, his thrusts erratic and violent. “Like that? Wanna see how far you can take it?” He snarled, his pace unrelenting. “Show me how much you can take!”
Your pleasure had reached its peak, crying out in pure ecstasy, “Ahh..! Ohhh..S..Striker..! Yes..! Harder..! Deeper..!” Striker roared, his thrusts becoming even more savage. “Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he gritted out, his breathing labored. “Ya like that, huh?” He reached down, rubbing your clit roughly. “Don’t hold back, darlin’,” he ordered, his pace not slowing. “Let me hear you scream.” His cock slid in and out of you like lightning, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. “Goddamn, I’m gonna paint your walls with my cum,” he promised, his eyes blazing. “Can’t wait to hear ya scream my name.” “Y-Yes..! Please...fill me up...make me yours...ohh fuck..!” You moved your hips to match his thrusts, intensifying the pleasure for both of you. “Ohhh fuck, your cock feels so good, baby..!” Striker growled, feeling you meet his thrusts. “That’s it, darlin’,” he encouraged, his pace increasing. “Fuck, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” He grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back, moaning in his mouth as your tongues did an erotic dance. Striker broke the kiss and looked you in the eye. “Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he demanded, his voice raw with desire. “Do ya want me to fill ya up?” His thrusts became more desperate, his hips slamming into yours with all his might. “Tell me what you need, baby girl.” “I..I need you to fill me...fuck me in all of my holes...fill me up full of your cum until I can’t take any more..use me..break me..!” you cried out. Striker’s eyes flashed, his entire being focused on satisfying your request. “Goddamn, that’s what I’m talkin’ about!” he snarled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. It’s not too long until he came deep inside you, filling your pussy up to the brim. “Gah, fuck..” he groaned. He quickly pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, wiping his cockhead on your ass before aligning it with your back door. “Ready for another round, darlin’?” He asked, his voice thick with lust.
With a swift motion, he plunged into your ass, making you gasp. “I’mma fill every hole ya got,” he promised, his thrusts frantic. “Feel every inch of my cock inside ya.” His cock slid in and out of you, fucking you mercilessly. “How’s that, huh?” He panted, his grip tightening on your hips. “Need me to go faster, slower?” You gripped tightly on the bedsheet, your teeth gnashing down on the fabric as you lost your mind even further, moaning as he fucked your ass so good, “Ohh yeah...more..fuck me more...don’t stop..” Striker smiled cruelly, his thrusts becoming even harder. “Atta girl,” he praised. “I ain’t gonna stop until you drain every bit of cum from my cock.” He slapped your ass, hearing you whimper. “Scream for me, Y/N,” he commanded, leaning down to bite your neck. “Let everyone know who you belong to.” “S..Striker...ahh...Striker...I..I belong to you..!!” Striker smirked, biting down on your neck to make sure a mark would be left behind, a sign of ownership. “That’s my girl.” His thrusts grew frenzied, his cock stretching your ass to its limit. “So goddamn tight,” he snarled, his pace ruthless. “I’mma make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.” You soon could feel the knot in your belly starting to wind up and soon, you moan out, cumming hard. Finally, he came inside you again, his orgasm shaking his entire body. He kept thrusting into you, elongating both of your orgasms.
“There ya go, baby,” he chuckled, collapsing beside you. “I hope I filled you up good.” You crawled up to him and laid your head on his chest. “Oh, you did so much more than fill me up, baby...” you said, your voice slightly slurred. Striker chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. “Glad to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, his breath still slightly ragged. “Guess ya liked it rough, huh?” He put his hand on top of your head and nuzzled you, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “Next time, I’m gonna be gentler.” He watched you snuggle into him, making him smirk. “Unless you beg for more, of course,” he teased, his eyes twinkling. “But for now, let’s figure out how to pull the wool over that bastard’s eyes and how we’re gonna split that bounty.”
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Lewd Request:
Hey I was wondering if you could do a lewd Striker x male reader, something along the lines of the festival and the main character made a bet with striker he'd beat him but they lose so Striker has his way with him. Love your stories.
A bets a bet
You weren't particularly fond of the new field hand.
Sure, the man was good at his work.
He could shoot, and hunt and ride with the best of them, but something was... off.
Nobody was that good and that proud.
Of course, you couldn't say much, he may boast like a snakeoil salesman but like you'd said, he was as capable as any worker you'd ever had, if not more so.
And while you tried to ignore the man, much to your annoyance, he seemed to take a special liking to you.
The man often 'helping' you with chores, or coming along if you had to head into town.
His favourite was teasing you.
It started with a few comments here and there, teasing if you screwed something up, or had some issue or other.
Then it became general teasing and prodding, the man loving to get a rise out of you.
Though you could often get him back, the man usually either impressed or annoyed with your come bqcks, leaving you alone for a while.
Although, after a night of drinking with some of your siblings and farmhands.
Hed be teasing you, yet again, making some snarky comment on how often you got your dick wet, and after a few too many drinks and a serious lapse in judgement, you made an off handed comment on how if he wasn't such a prick, you probably would have been all over him.
And you immediately regretted it, cause that man perked up like a Hellhorse spotting a prime-rib.
After that, Striker only became more persistent.
It was never quite forceful enough for you to get creeper out. But he was certainly persistent. The sheer number of times he'd bitten his lower lip, giving you those playful "fuck me" eyes, was more then enough to haunt your dreams.
And while he could be a total pain in the ass, he was also really useful, so you put up with it, simply rolling your eyes when he made a less then subtle comment to you.
And you totally weren't into him.
Sure he was swave and confident and Very capable, and could probably ride you like he did bombproof-
Nope! You didn't think like that. No matter haw many times.
Or think about his skills with rope.
Mind drifting off to that one time he'd managed to tie you up, man sitting on your back as he practically purred in your ear.
Nope! None of that!
But, past all the flirting, you had a formidable rivalry.
Of course you always played it off.
You didn't care if he won some stupid race or could shoot something, or won some wrestling match. What do you care, not like a single win meant anything.
Unless you won.
In which case you felt like King of the Ring, and was sure to rub it in his face.
Until you lost a match of shooting, that bastard hitting one more can then you.
It was quite the roller-coaster.
At least for humble farm life.
Having been bested one time too many, you snapped, demanding a rematch.
At that he grew a wicked grin across his tanned facad, telling you he'd agree, buuut, if he won, he wanted something.
Hesitant, you'd ask what he wanted, the man moving forwards, arm on either side of you, pinning you to a fence, telling you smugly.
"A Kiss."
You, Red faced, woukd agree, telling him it wouldn't matter cause you'd win.
And you Aaaaallllmmmoooossssttt did.
Almost being the key and only word.
Hitting the last can, but failing to knock it off.
So, Striker, all smirks, strutted up, expecting a kiss.
And so, you gave him one.
Kissing his cheek.
Striker, cocked a brow, you telling him smugly.
"You wanted a kiss. Never said where you wanted it."
You spoke casually, taking your small victory in stride.
Though unfortunately, you set a precedence with that little incident, as after this, any time you competed, Striker managed to slip a bet in there.
Though none were as bold as the first one.
Usually little things. Making you call him sir or having you follow him around for a day.
And while it they were fairly innocent, if annoying, things, there was always a heavy sexual undertone.
He never stopped chasing you, he just chose a more... passive, method.
But, after a particularly hot night, you snuck out, ending up out in a field half naked, relaxing against a fence, enjoying what little breeze there was.
Of course, Striker would appear, he too half naked, man shirtless with only his hat and Ascot, the two of you just standing there for a while, in a peaceful silence as the breeze blew across the field.
After a while he'd finally pipe up, asking if you were gonna compete in the harvest moon games.
You'd hum, telling him you probably would, before asking why.
Striker, in an odd moment of seriousness stood there, peering at you with those ringed yellow eyes, the same ones that had haunted far too many of your dreams.
The man, turning to you, would ask if you wanna make a bet on it.
You, swallowing, would nod, telling him. 'Sure.'
So, getting off his fence, he walked over and in a surprising display of boldness would pin you to the fence, voice low, shimmer of his tail ringing out.
He wanted you.
He was sick of the games, the little bets, your 'rivalry', he was going all in, he wanted you.
So, if he won, he wanted you.
Standing there, chest to chest, the man peering intently into your eye.
You, red faced, blood rushing to the one place you didn't need it, would stand there.
And well, call it a weak will or your will being chipped away after so many months, or perhaps a large part of you wanted this all along, you agreed, telling him yes, may the best man win.
To which Striker smirked, chest to naked chest, leaning in and breathing hot in your ear.
"Don't worry... I will~"
And so, the next few days zipped by in the blink of the eye.
You didn't see Striker much, and when you did he usually just smirked, eyeing you in a fashion that always left you red faced, pants suddenly tightening.
And so, the day finally arrived. You and the family loading into the truck and rolling into town, Striker riding Bombproof besides you, the man giving you an occasion glance, you pretending you hadn't been staring.
The town was lively, and all the townsfolk were a flurry of activity, preparing to either join or enjoy the games.
You prepared as well, limbering, stretching, just getting ready.
Striker however, just stood there, leaning against a fencing, man chewing on a wheat stalk. The man occasionally glancing back at you.
You didn't say anything to him, not willing to let him mess with your mind any more.
Eventually, you got to the games.
You excelled.
As did Striked.
Both of you far surpassing the regular saps that participated.
You were faster, but Striker was more nimble.
Not evenly matched, but you certainly pushed yourself.
You both put in your best show, and it was a close fight, you working harder then you'd ever worked before, really pushing yourself to your limit.
And after pulling, jumping, running and wrestling. You fought, and bit, there being more than a few fatalities from each of you.
It was a tie!
Nah, Striker won.
Some asshole had just miscounted your score.
Striker won.
And hearing that, you just stood there.
It took a minute to sink in, and while you realised just what happened, Striker seemed to relish the news, bathing in the crowds applause.
A flurry of emotion hit you, your head seemingly spinning. But the most concerning part of it all was you weren't... you weren't upset.
You were a little annoyed, angry even at losing, but that felt more like being upset at losing the games.
Not the bet.
Striker, surprising you, didn't come up and boast. Instead he joined the crowd of adoring fans, the lot of them all heading off to celebrate.
So, knowing the fate before you, you joined, snatching a comedically large jug with 4 large Xs on the side, drinking at your pleasure.
Eventually you'd end up in the town bar, sipping your drink, you and Striker staring at each other from across the bar.
You refused to make the first move, yet as the minutes ticked by, you became restless, constantly looking back at the man.
The cowboy simply standing there, peering at you with that seductive little smile, sipping his own drink, seemingly content in his position.
You eventually grew tired of the waiting, and shotgunning your drink, you stormed over to the snake.
Of course, he wore that Victorious smirk of his, standing there as you approached.
You scowled, storming up to him, stopping just before him.
The man smiled, popping an olive into his mouth, giving you a royal shit eating grin.
You snorted, simply standing there.
You told him bluntly to get on with it then!
Striker just smirked, looking you over, the fucking snake was relishing this.
After a few minutes, he asked what ever could you mean? And so, snapping at him that he was an Ass, you grabbed the man, dragging the him upstairs.
Striker just went along with it, smirking as he finshed his drink, discarding the bottle as he stumbled upstairs.
Reaching some bedroom, you didn't care who's it was, you dragged the man towards the bed.
But before you could throw him onto it, he suddenly whipped out of your grasp, the man slipping his neckerchief and seamlessly binding your hands with them, tying them behind your back before throwing you onto the bed.
The man, slipping his jacket off, working on his shirt as his tail slammed the door shut, his eyes the only thing visible, that and his golden tooth as he smirked a victors smirk.
You lay there, red faced, drunk and extremely aroused as the man climbed atop you, the clink of his belt being undone and the shimmer of his tail filling the air as he lean, the snake getting close, alcohol ladened breath on your neck as he growlwd out.
"Don't worry darlin', I'll make sure you enjoy this as much as I will~"
The man purring before he bit your neck, forcing a lewd moan from your lips.
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You awoke the next morning a mess.
You were sore.
You had more bite marks and hand shaped bruises on your ass then you cared to count.
Your hair was a total mess, clothes in tatters after being practically torn off you by the snake, and you were still recovering physically and mentally from everything that happened the night before.
You hissed as Bombproof bumped upwards, you clinging to Striker, the man being your only ride back to the homestead as your family had left the night before.
You didn't say anything, neither did Striker, though, the snake didn't need too.
The man simply wore a smirk, that smirk saying it all.
"I won."
And the annoying part, that was he was right.
Though even as you got home, hissing as you slid off the horse, gritting your teeth as you shambled back to the house. All the way there, able to feel the snake's gaze on your back.
And while you knew he'd be insufferable after this, likwly even more forward then ever the thing that really got to you, was knowing that there was no way this was gonna be the last time.
And even as you stumbled, collapsing atop your bed, body and rear sore, you wondered what came next with that smug sexy asshat of a snake man.
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Starting a Hazbin Hotel + Helluva boss fanfic blog :)
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An introduction + Rules~
Hi! You can call me Ari or Ven, I'm 18!!+ its nice to meet ya! Im bisexual and I'm a bit rusty with my writing so please forgive me, I'm starting this blog for fun mainly, but it's also a good way to improve my writing. My favorite characters Are Vox (obviously), Striker, Lucifer, and Verosika Mayday.
RULES
MINORS DNI FOR MY NSFW POSTS
2. If I didn't do your request dont spam me abt it, I'm probably working on it or just wast comfortable writing it
3. no hate speech, be respectful.
What I *Will* write:
-Fluff, angst, Romantic, and smut! anything goes!
What I *WONT* write:
-[Character] x Male reader (Sorry! I just dont know how lmao)
-[Character x Character] I only do x Fem/GN reader
-Adult x child for obvious reasons
-i dont rlly know how to write platonic things but I'll try them depending on who it is
What characters I will write
Vox
Lucifer
Angel dust
Alastor
Adam
Lute
Velvette
Husk
Charlie
Vaggie
Sir pentious
Striker
Veronika Mayday
Blitzø
Stolas
Moxie
Millie
Loona
Anyone else I didn't mention feel free to request! (I WILL NOT DO NIFFTY HOWEVER)
Anything else is fine though, feel free to ask away! I'll try and get to everyones ask's ASAP but forgive me if I dont and please be patient with me. I hope you enjoy and follow me throughout my chaotic writing journey!
I'll try to post everyday, but no promises for weekends
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~Xoxo, Ari
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.PUDDLE.
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Warnings: These little demons are too silly..silliness overboard (also some slight sexual innuendos/references)
Syno: Helluva cast and what they’d do if there was a puddle or wet spot infront of you while you were walking to your date…(this is so stupid..)
(Suffering with severe writers block rn but I managed to juice this out of me, bare with me yall!!)
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Moxxie:
Moxxie is a die hard gentleman, and I will stand by that. So he will totally be prepared for this occasion (like he was in the Loo Loo land episode with his little Fanny filled with meds for Via) He’d most likely whip out some sort of plastic or cardboard like walk way for you to step on..and he just like had that..on hand, meanwhile you’re saying things like…”I can just walk around it”, but please let him be cautious and spoil you, he loves being prepared for such drastic situations to get his partner away from danger..even if the danger is just getting your shoes wet. Afterwards he’ll ask if you are alright..as if walking over a puddle is traumatic or like it took a toll on you.
Blitzø:
Blitzø probably won’t care or even notice the puddle in the first place. In fact if he does notice it, he’ll purposely push you into it so your feet get all wet, especially if you’re trying to avoid it in the first place, then he’ll laugh at you and your pouty face. But if you’re actually upset about it and don’t start laughing with him he’ll definitely be like “What..you mad your shoes are wet?” Once he realizes you’re pretty pissed about it he’ll say “Ok ok..sorry.” And will then join you in the puddle and make sure his feet end up equally as soaked or even more so just so you aren’t mad at him the whole night.
Stolas:
Stolas will most definitely see the puddle and he’s all for keeping his partner out of harms way especially the smallest ounce of it, and he knows that appearance is everything and so is comfortability, he doesn’t want your feet to be wet and soppy therefore uncomfortable for you. So he’ll do the reasonable things and use his powers to make you float over it…like Stolas..really? He’s one that likes to one up, and he really loves to show off, especially to his partner. So he will use his magic for the smaller things just to impress you, that includes making you float over a puddle just so your precious feet stay dry and warm.
Fizzarolli:
Our little froggy will do what he does best and leap! You don’t think he’ll extend the both of you over a mere puddle then you are wrong, Fizz is the king of Drama, and he will be super dramatic about this whether you like it or not, He’ll extend the both of you over thoroughly and will look very badass while doing so. And he’ll even ask too “didn’t I look so cool.” Sure Fizzy, the coolest.
Asmodeus:
This big boy will not hesitate to pick you up into his arms, and he IS strong enough to do so, all while he walks into the puddle himself, but you know anything to make sure his sweetheart is alright, and no no, he won’t be setting you down afterwards, he’ll just carry you the whole way to the date just because he feels like it..and you know what you’re much safer up there with him anyways…so why would he let you down?
Striker:
This mf cowboy (“save a horse” iykwim) will not hesitate to pull some dramatics as well, he’ll whip out his little lasso from his side and wrap it around you throughly while he pulls you away from the puddle in the last moments before you even get the chance to step on it and he’ll draw you in to send you spinning (or more like falling) straight towards him and into his chest..he’ll hold you mighty close to him as he walks the both of you to your date and he will keep the lasso on you…just incase there’s anymore danger up ahead, or he’ll totally lay down his jacket for you over the puddle, just like an old school gentleman would do.
Mammon:
Mammon will definitely pull a Blitzø where he’ll purposely push you into it and will laugh at your reaction but on the other hand he won’t join you in your wet shoe’d state, he’d rather just laugh at you and say that you should audition for his pageant because watching you in dreadful situations is funny to him. He will be kind enough to dry your feet up at home/or even the restaurant, and he’ll make sure your feet are dry.
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Millie:
This precious lady will honestly want to get into the puddle with you just to splash around, it doesn’t matter that you have reservations that you’re already 20 minutes late for, she’ll dead stop and be like “Baby look a puddle!!” and you’ll understand her and begin to jump in it with her, she loves just doing childish things with you even if some people might find it gross. But! if you don’t like puddles and won’t jump in it with her she understands completely and will quite literally pick you up over her head and carry you over it…doesn’t matter if you are taller or bigger than her, she’ll carry you anytime, anywhere.
Loona:
She’s another one who will pull you into her closer so you aren’t near the puddle but instead near her. She doesn’t want your feet wet and will try to protect you or prevent you from going into it, just because she knows how annoying wet socks are, But don’t even try to mention she did it or she’ll go back/find another puddle to push you into….the shell feel bad and will lend you her socks..don’t mention that either.
Verosika:
Hehe..Verosika really loves you she does, and that’s why she has high expectations of you. One of them being that you’ll carry her through the puddle instead of her carrying you. So she’ll see the puddle, purposely get closer to it and pause when she’s a step away from it..she’ll look down roll her eyes and say something about her shoes,…take the hint [reader]! And if you do take the bait and carry her (if you can) well..she’ll give you Tenfold for treating her so nicely and will peck your cheek after..but don’t think you’re putting her down immediately after..the fun has just started.
Stella:
Hello..??? She’s royalty and is lowkey a little bratty (she need a brat tamer..I’m here for her😏) so she’ll obviously expect you to do something for her to get her out of this drastic situation, do you want her new heels to be ruined by mud? She doesn’t think so. So she’ll pause before the puddle and eye you to see what you’ll do, you can do anything and she’ll absolutely love it, pull her out of the way, lay your jacket on it, or even carry her and she will laugh and grin smugly, kissing you before continuing to walk with you again. She likes when you treat her nicely..she’ll do the same for you coming back that way at the end of the date.
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Hello my loves! I’m trying to write your requests, thank you all for being patient and supportive I love you all and you deserve your asks to be answered, you beautiful people!!🫶🏼🫶🏼!!
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norman reedus baffles me okay?
I DID NOT KNOW HOW MANY SHOWS I WATCHED THAT HE WAS IN??
okay okay
obv we have daryl dixon from twd, but apparently he also play Rolo from voltron????AND STRIKER FROM HELLUVA BOSS??? apparently he also plays someone in law and order too??? and only recently did i find out he played judas in lady gaga’s judas mv. AND HES GONNA PLAY IN A MOVIE WITH AUSTIN BUTLER??? AND THERS SO MANY MORE GUYS. IM GOING INSANE.
#norman reedus#daryl dixon#daryl dixon x reader#funny sonny#rolo: voltron#voltron#rolo#judas#lady gaga#helluva boss#striker#law and order#the walking dead#he also plays someone in the turbo tv series??#i’m going insane guys#norman reedus x reader#daryl dixon angst#daryl x reader#daryl smut#daryl dixon smut#daryl dixon fluff#twd#writers on tumblr
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Welcome to my blog☆彡
Some of you may know me as Pluto, but today I've decided to update my page.
Please call me Pluto or ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎= bunny
Now this brings me into my next topic of:
Rules
No judging
No bullying
Yes everyone has their right to express themselves but this is a safe place to be yourself and under this pages:
X's (yes')
Fluff
Angst
Yandere
Smut
O's (No's)
Gore
Pedophilia
Child abuse
Anything that's not humane
Anyway masterlists will be posted when I get the time.
This is to help me post and answer questions easier
-₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎-bunny
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#stolas#stolas x reader#stolas x reader smut#blitzo#blitz#blitzø#blitzo x reader#blitzo x reader smut#striker x reader#striker x reader smut#asmodeus x reader#asmodeus x reader smut#crimson x reader#crimson x reader smut#husk x reader#husk x reader smut#angel dust x reader#angel dust x reader smut#moxxie x reader#moxxie x reader smut#sir pentious x reader#sir pentious x reader smut#helluva boss smut#helluva boss#hazbin hotel smut#hazbin hotel#poll#tumblr polls#smut
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You're one of a hell dangerous woman, aren't ya?
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Striker hasn't learned about your past or yourself. You hid your background information so well by making lots of connections around Pride Ring in return that none of your associates would reveal your true identity(you paid them a huge sum). No one should learn about the fact that you are the daughter of a most dangerous mafia organization from both Pride and Greed.
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You grew up in Pride from one of the Rings of Hell. Ever since you were born; life has never been good. Hence, when you turned 13 years old, your life had already been falling into darkness and ruins.
Your family was a crap of a bloodline; they were dangerous mobs. You never truly wanted to join such a family business.
A few years have passed, and you're now an adult and could finally be free from your own house. You took the big opportunity to catch that opening towards your independence, and as soon as you did just that, you ran away without alarming them.
Yes, you know that none of them would even bother stopping you. But, they are capable of tracking you down, keeping all their eyes on you, and seeing what you are up to. So it is a wise choice you'd rather sneak out without them knowing.
Now that you're successful enough to pull that off, you're now working at the bar club as a bartender and a vice-manager.
You're standing behind the bar, taking your time by taking your customers' orders for them to drink. It was very lively in the bar; loud music, dancing on the dance floor, drunken voices from either from the group of that one table from the far corner end of the room. You shook your head, cleaning the wine glass to dry it up.
You're never fond of loud noises, especially coming from strangers. Although, since it's a bar. You ended up tolerating the loudness and even rough houses that's been happening around here.
As it was mentioned not too long ago, there's already cursing and fighting at the middle of the dance floor. You lift your head up from the glass you're cleaning, glancing your gaze towards the direction of the noise, and there you see it. Two male imps giving each other a hard punch on their face.
Your expression shifts from calm to frowning. You always dislike fighting in your bar. When will they learn to keep the sign in mind, "No fighting allowed" literally hangs on the wall, like three signs of it? Groaning to yourself in frustration, you put the wine glass aside and walked around the bar.
The bodyguards weren't here today since the real manager called them to follow him for a while, having serious business to deal with. You were surprised that he is one of the gang, who owns a bar? He's one of a hella productive.
As soon as you approach the scene of the two male imps, everyone around you takes a step back to give you some path. You glared down at the two, watching them continuously punching each other to death.
One of them is wearing a black thick leather jacket, that every gangster wears to show their intimidation. A shade of blue t-shirt inside, and tied-up hair. Even one of his horns is broken. He's giving the other imp a real and good hard impact with his fist making contact with their jaw.
The other male is wearing the same jacket but with different designs. A plain red t-shirt inside, and fingerless hand gloves. He's spitting harsh words at the other imp as he gives him a most powerful punch that the other stumbled back. He scoffed out a loud laugh, standing up from the ground.
"How'd you like that, ya dipshit?! Feels good to be punched on the face, yeah??!"
He yelled so loud, not even caring about his surroundings.
Now you had enough of their bullshit.
You cleared your throat a bit louder to get their attention, which you successfully did.
"Are the two of you fucking blind and did not see the damn sign?" Inquiring them, it's evident that you're very pissed from the tone of your voice.
"Bitch, we did see the damn sign!! This asshole came up to me and says some bullcrap to my damn ear!"
He pointed at the beaten-up guy, who was wiping his mouth because of the blood dripping. You watched him chuckling at him, standing back up slowly, "Quit being a wimpy bitch, will you? Aside from that, the fuck do you want, little lad?" He snickered at you, not being discreet from checking you out.
You had enough of it. Both of your hands move way faster they were caught off guard when you grabbed their collars. You pulled them closely with threatening eye contact you're giving them.
"Listen here, you idiot imps. I put up the sign for a damn fucking reason; No. Fighting. Allowed. It's that easy, am I right?" Despite being so angry and irritated, your voice stays calm, it's unsettling.
"It's been 10 minutes and y'all still bickering like damn teenage skunks — now that you fucking caught my attention. Why not ban you both?"
Before the two male imps could protest for offending them, and the fact that they are YOUR customers. You dragged them out towards the exit of the bar. Surprisingly, you're strong enough to drag them as they keep stumbling around. Once you've reached the door, you threw them off the ground as hard as you can.
Your eyes gazing down at them, with the lights inside of the bar hiding your features while your back facing the door. Your yellow eyes are glowing threatening as they cowered.
"Taking a step into my bar one more time. I will make sure to be the last person you'll see before saying goodbye to your miserable fucking life."
Writer's Note!
I will be continuing this in either Ao3 or Wattpad. There will be more chapters, but since I am busy with college as a second-year student. This would take a long time to update. Do not worry! I am still working on it from time to time.
Stay tuned~♡
#striker x reader#striker#helluva boss#self insert#oc x canon#smut#18+ content#writing#angst#drama#romance#slow burn#enemies to lovers#enemies with benefits#rivals to lovers
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could we please get some helluva boss men eating fem! reader! out please, there's not enough content out there about this!! (something with stolas in it as well!) tysm love
There's not enough content for Helluva? Or do you mean this specifically? Regardless, I'm happy to give you this headcanon.
Pairing: Blitzo, Moxxie, Stolas, Striker x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, friends with benefits, marriage, cunnilingus, growling, tail shenanigans, restraints, dom/sub dynamics, toy use
A/N: Caught up on all of season 2 for Helluva, now I'm waiting for the new eps.
Blitzo is very confidant in his skills when it comes to eating you out, he's taking about it before he goes down on you, letting his tongue flick over your clit when he finishes each sentence. You can try to move against him but he's the one in charge both in and out of bed. The only time where he lets his guard down is with cuddles but when he's between your legs... there's no mission important enough to make him stop. Grazes his teeth against your clit once, twice, thrice and then he waits for you to come all over his face so he can lap it all up.
Moxxie is an extremally giving husband. He might be shy with some of the more lewd displays of affection in public but when he's in bed with you he always goes all out. He can spend all night just eating you out and nothing else. You can use toys on him if you want but he can come just by jacking himself off with his tail. A vibrator can help though, when you play with and tease each other, him stopping his tongue because you suddenly turned the vibrator off, or you turning it up the more messily he eats you out. He's got a long tongue so he can really get deep in your pussy and feel every bit of it clenching down on his tongue.
You need to be sitting on his face while he eats you out because he likes looking at you. He's got four pairs of eyes so even if two are closed in bliss from your taste he can still see, and feel and taste, how good of a time you're having up there. Likes to pause even now and then to talk to you, its very hard to shut him up, that's how you know he's having a really good time. His claws leave a lot of marks on your ass and thighs, he enjoys looking at them while you walk and sink into the warm bath he's prepared for you afterwards. Its pretty easy to get him to follow you and sit you on the edge of the tub to have you all over again.
You never call the shots when Striker is around, he's the one who's in control in these parts. Cuffs you to the bed and will never eat you out before you suck him off first. While he sucks on your clit you can suck on the tip of his tail, something to keep your slutty mouth busy. He does like it when you moan but he's in the middle of something here and he doesn't want you distracting him. He's almost feral when you come on his face, grinning at how easy you are, how pathetic. If you don't get your act together and last longer next time around he won't take the handcuffs off all night, he'll keep fucking you until you pass out from it. Unless that's what you want? Is it?
#helluva boss#helluva boss x reader#blitzo x reader#moxxie x reader#stolas x reader#striker x reader#helluva boss imagine#helluva boss headcanon#helluva boss smut
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The Albino (Striker x male reader)
Note: 18+ content included and later chapters will include mentions of rape
Imp city buzzed with its usual sounds as you walked down the dimly lit street. Your hands were deeply tucked into your jean’s pockets, leather jacket rustling slightly with each movement. A skittering from behind you caught your attention, glancing out of your peripheral only to see a small form skuttling between shadows. Releasing an aggravated sigh, you decided to ignore it for the moment simply continuing along your current path.
Rounding a corner you stopped, shooting a glance over your shoulder just in time to watch an imp leap from the alley brandishing a knife. You didn't move till he was practically on top of you then your longer than normal tail lashed out. You easily disarmed the imp of the knife and slammed him into the pavement. Recoiling your tail, you thrust the speared tip directly through the imp's back to his chest, wrenching it free with a flick you huffed an unimpressed laugh before continuing to the large brick apartment complex at the end of the road.
After entering your shitty little apartment, you trudged to the kitchen off to the right of the front door, yanking open the fridge to grab a beer bottle. Your white skin practically glowing even in the darkness of the apartment as your ram-like horns curled around your elfish ears. Taking a swig out of the beer bottle you heard the faintest of footfalls from behind you near a window that sat in the living area directly behind you.
"Humph, no rest for the wicked," You smirked, your free hand sliding to grab a dagger hilt hidden at your waist. An instant later you'd turned on your heel, tossing the dagger with blinding speed.
The dagger twanged as it lodged into the wall right next to the intruder’s head. Flicking on the kitchen light using your tail you revealed said intruder who looked rather shocked. A tall pale imp wearing a cowboy get up holding a rope with piercing yellow eyes. You fully turned to face the intruder head tilting slightly to the side with one eyebrow arched.
“What exactly were you planning on doing with that rope?” You inquired coyly
“Humph, cocky one ain’t Ya,” The imps voice was deeper than you’d expected and had a thick southern drawl to it.
“I prefer the term confident…cocky works too though,” You shrugged taking another swig of the beer in your hand.
“You shouldn’t be with aim like that, Ya missed,” The imp stated nodding towards the dagger inches from his head.
“Did I?” You asked coyly with a smirk growing on your features, pulling out a pistol you’d snatched from a kitchen drawer while chatting.
“Shit…well guess Ya got me, what now?” The pale imp wondered raising his hands slightly in surrender.
“Why don’t we start with who you are?” You asked
“Names Striker, I was hired to kidnap you…obviously that’s not goin’ the way I wanted,” Striker introduced huffing out a laugh.
“And it won’t. Go back to your employer and tell them you failed…or I could just shoot you. Your choice,” You explained showing a modicum of anger
“I think I’ll take the first option,” Striker stated
“Good, now…get the fuck out of my apartment!” You barked baring your teeth
Slowly Striker nodded then eased his way to the door, opening it before slipping through followed by the sound of swift footsteps heading away down the hall. You relaxed slightly, taking a sip of beer while moving towards the door to shut and lock it. You opted to turn in for the evening after all there had been more then enough excitement.
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It had been a week since your encounter with Striker and since then more attempts to kill you or kidnap you had been made, the usual. You were a rare imp with white skin, red eyes and curled horns not to mention pointed ears, no one really knew why including yourself but regardless of it had made you a target since you were little. You learned to defend yourself refusing to live as a reclus simply because of others’ opinions of you which is why tonight once again you were out at a club in the lust ring. Leaning against the far wall you sipped a tumbler of scotch simply watching the other demons here dance, gamble or hell, even fuck right there in the middle of the club. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion as a familiar form came to lean against the wall beside you, tumbler of what you could smell was whiskey in his hand.
“Fancy seein’ you here?” Striker drawled as he took a swig of his whiskey
“Hmm, rather public spot to attempt a kidnapping, dontchya think?” You asked still watching the other imp closely in your peripheral.
“Nah, cut that client loose after the other night,” Striker informed you
“Really? Why would you do that?” You wondered suspiciously
“Because she was pissed, I didn’t succeed and wanted a discount,” Striker casually told you with a huffed laugh.
“Rude of her,” You chuckled
“Very…now (Y/N), tell me what are you doin’ here?” Striker’s tone had shifted to a flirtatious one as he pushed off the wall to walk just a little closer. It didn’t surprise you that he knew your name because after all he’d tried to kidnap you for his client, who obviously told him.
“Just looking for a good time,” You answered simply, taking a swig of your scotch
“Really…Ya know, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since that night,” Striker hissed slightly now standing right beside you.
“You don’t say?” You coyly retorted still only glancing at him from the corner of your eye
“Yep, Ya want a good time? Why don’t we blow this shit hole?” Striker offered with a gesture to the nearest exit. You remained silent for a moment as you considered his offer, it had been a while since you’d managed to get any action and the whole kidnapping thing aside Striker was hot as fuck.
“Fuck it, why not?” You finally agreed downing the last of your scotch in one go before placing the empty glass on a nearby table.
“Humph, follow me,” Striker purred as he too downed his drink then set the glass next to yours, leading you out the nearest exit.
You weren’t stupid nor just throwing caution to the wind as you followed Striker to a crappy motel not far from the club. You kept an eye for any potential traps even as you entered the motel room with Striker who you heard close the door behind the both of you. A moment later you found yourself being spun around by the shoulder, drawn into a deep kiss. You growled into the gesture while shrugging off your leather jacket as Striker’s claws carded through your silver hair. You encouraged him to remove his own jacket by tugging at it followed by undoing the buttons of his vest then his black button down all of which the pale imp swiftly obliged in shrugging off. Striker’s hands found the hem of your navy-blue T-shirt yanking it from the waistband of your jeans in a bid to get it up over your head which you happily obliged, pulling from the kiss to pull the garment free.
You could feel Striker pressing against you again in moments lips back on yours with claws grazing your bare back while your own hands carded up the back of his head, lightly pushing his cowboy hat till it could be pulled off. You snaked a hand down Striker’s back, over his hip to the front of his jeans where you made swift work of the button and zipper there. Striker let out a snarl into your mouth as he pressed a leg between your own, pressing firmly in an attempt you assumed was to get you to move back towards the bed, but you simply chuckled and planted your feet. Striker’s hands gripped your ass hard making a small moan escape from your chest however the pale imp didn’t notice your hand currently sliding down the back of his jeans. Striker pulled from the kiss with a loud moan as you pressed a single finger into his ass causing you to smirk and with a single movement you slid his leg aside to press your own between his.
“Hmm, ride ‘em cowboy,” You whispered into Striker’s ear as you pulled your finger free, grabbed Striker’s wrists and heaved against his body hard enough to push him against the door.
The tall pale imp had a look of surprise on his face as you managed to pin him against the door. You licked a strip up Striker’s throat before spinning him around to press the imp’s face against the door, your tail easily wrapping around his arms to pin them behind his back. You yanked his jeans and underwear down passed his ass in one slick movement, reaching into your jean pocket you pulled out a small bottle of lube. You poured a small amount onto your fingers, placing the bottle back into your pocket before slipping the two lubed digits into Striker’s hole. The imp was apparently taken completely off guard because he let out a surprised yelp.
“H-holy…Fuck!” Striker groaned out
“Wow…you’re tight, don’t take it much?” You teased
Striker didn’t respond simply pressed back against your fingers with a breathy moan. You spent a good amount of time stretching Striker open before pulling your fingers out and you could have sworn you saw him bite his lip to prevent a whimper from escaping. Chuckling you uncoiled your tail from his arms allowing the tall imp to turn around with yet another confused look on his face as he watched you swagger over to the bed. Turning around you pulled the lube bottle from your pocket to place on the bedside table, toeing off your boots then undoing and pulling down your own pants, chucking them off to the side. Sliding onto the creaky mattress you curled your index finger in a come here motion as an invitation…that is if your hard length curled up to your stomach wasn’t already. Striker smirked as he strode over to the bed, toeing his own boots off and pulling his jeans off all the way before crawling up to straddle your hips.
You massaged Striker’s ass as he reached for the lube bottle, popping it open to drizzle it over your length. You moaned as he gave a few pumps to slick you up but when he stopped you lifted his ass to help him angle over the long member. Striker planted a hand on your chest with the other on your thigh, slowly lowering himself onto your cock with a series of moaning grunts. You rubbed circles into Striker’s hips using your thumbs till he was fully seated on you, face flushed completely red as he panted heavily just sitting trying to adjust. You caressed a hand up Striker’s side, across his stomach then brought both hands to his thighs where you dragged your claws gently across them. Striker took a shaky deep breath then rolled his hips making you both moan out, seemingly satisfied he was ready Striker began a slow pace of rolling his hips in circles.
“Oh, fuck yeah! Ride me like a fucking horse, cowboy,” You growled out
“Humph, as you wish,” Striker scoffed out picking up his hips to start thrusting down onto you at a quicker pace.
You started panting as your stomach twisted with that wonderful knot of pleasure, your hips bucking up to meet Striker’s thrusts. Striker leaned forwards to plant both hands on your chest, head bowing as sweat dripped from his face. You reached a hand up to grab firmly at one of Striker’s horns, yanking him down into a deep kiss while your other hand wrapped around the pale imp’s cock. Striker let out a deep guttural moan into your mouth, body stiffening as he spilled hot cum over your hand and stomach. You cursed under your breath as Striker clenched around your cock forcing the orgasm right out of you, spilling your load into Striker’s ass. Striker managed just enough brain power to pull off you before flopping onto the bed next to you.
“F-fuck…that…was…the best…sex I’ve…had in…a while,” Striker panted out with a huge smirk on his face.
“Good to know I’m as good as I know I am,” You cockily stated with a laugh
“Cocky bastard,” Striker retorted
You laughed again already pushing up on your elbows, flicking your tail to your jeans to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. You took out a singular cigarette then offered the pack to Striker who happily accepted. You lit your cigarette before offering the lighter to Striker for his which again he accepted.
“So…you were so captivated with me, you had to come find me?” You asked, taking a drag from your cigarette.
“I figured I’d shoot my shot,” Striker answered blowing out a puff of smoke
“All the better for me then,” You chuckled
“Not to complicate shit but…what happens now?” Striker wondered curiously
“I don’t know…You wanna make this a regular thing, I’d be down but if you just want tonight to be it, I’m cool with that too,” You explained with a simple shrug releasing a stream of smoke
“I’d like to do this again sometime…I got a job a few rings down but perhaps when I get back, we could do it again,” Striker suggested
“Sure, I’ll leave my number in your phone…just give me a heads up when your back in town,” You explained with a sated smile
“Sounds good,” Striker agreed as you both settled down to bask in the after glow
#Helluva boss#Helluva boss fanfiction#helluva boss striker#helluva boss fanfic#fanfiction#fanfics#Striker x reader#Striker x male reader#male reader insert#reader insert#angst#smut#romance#Helluva boss Blitzo#Helluva boss Moxxie#Helluva boss Millie#action#adventure#humor#hurt/comfort#rape
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(Tumblr kicked me out in the middle of me writing this ask I'm so sorry if you receive this twice 😭)
I JUST READ YOUR STRIKER HEADCANONS AND IM DROOLING RN
I think he likes it when you make him fight for it sometimes. He likes the power struggle. Wrestle with him in bed, make him hold you down, make him tie your wrists together to keep you from flipping him over. If he wants to dom you, make him earn it.
Also? Heavy on the gunplay. It's never loaded of course and you have a safeword should you ever need it, but seeing that little twinge of fear in your eyes when you realize you can't keep fighting him, he won, you're powerless, AND he has a gun pressed against your temple? Delicious. Makes him feel strong.
Could I maybe request something like this?
yes oh my god this is literally what i was thinking when i made those hcs NONNIE U READ MY MIND ♥️
🥀Cw: smut, a bit of fluff, established relationship/consent, reader is gn but there is one use of m'am/sir, powerplay, scratching, biting, gun kink, overall filth
🥀minors dni
you collapse against the bed as striker pins you down, beating you easily in yet another wrestling match. the mattress dips from your combined weight, and striker used the opportunity to lean down, whispering against your neck. the combination of thefeeling of his breath ticking your sensitive skin and his raspy voice makes you shjver. "aww, how sweet," striker coos, mockingly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "did ya really think y'could beat me, poppet?" you squirm beneath him, his hips planted firmly above you with his thighs caging you in place. you buck your hips upwards, eliciting a hiss from striker as you grind against his prominent buldge. his tail rattles slightly, curling up around your thigh as, with one hand, he grabs you wrists and pins them down above your head.
"fucking brat," striker spat, using his free hand to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. his cowboy hat tipped forward, falling of his head as he leaned down to kiss you messily. you giggle when the hat falls to the side, but the giggle soon melts into a moan as striker grinds down against you. "fuck, doll, look what you do t'me.." striker murmurs against your lips, and you let him slip his tongue into the cavern of your mouth as the hand on your face travels down to your neck.
suddenly, with all your might, you push up against him, attempting to flip him over onto his back. striker lets out a throaty chuckle, tsking when you whine out his name. "y'wanna be on top, sugar? too damn bad," his voice transcends into a growl as he makes quick work of your pants and undergarments. he pulls apart from you to quickly undress himself, and while you remove your top, you also use the time to admire his toned body. "like what ya see?" striker smirks, crawling on top of you again, his hands finding purchase on your supple thighs. he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze before gently teasing your entrance with a finger. "y'ready?" he asks, his voice adopting a softer, serious tone. "if ya want to stop, we always can." you smile, grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to your needy hole. "i know, striker. and i know what i want- i want you, and i want you to touch me." the corner of his mouth twitches, fighting off a crazed grin. "y'really are such a doll, y'know that?" striker whispers huskily, plunging a finger into you. you gasp at the pleasurable intrusion, soon accompanied by a second finger as he stretches you out.
"o-oh! ffuck-" you gasp, keening as he curls his fingers with mind numbing accuracy. striker brushes your hair out of your eyes, watching your face twist in pleasure as you pant. he can feel you practically sucking in his fingers, and a sudden idea strikes him. "open up," striker commands, grabbing his gun from the bedside table. your hole clenches around his fingers and you throb at the sight of the weapon. without hesitation you open your mouth, drool pooling on the edge of your lips as he shoves the gun into your mouth. you gasp, shocked by the cold sensation of the metal against your tongue. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast, the coil in your abdomen squeezing tighter by the second.
suddenly, striker pulls his hand away, relishing in the muffled, needy whimper that slips past your lips. "aw, d'worry poppet," he chuckles, pumping his cock a few times before aligning himself with your hole. "i'd never leave ya unsatisfied". striker thrusted in slowly, watching as your aching hole swallows his cock in a vice-like grip. "o-oh!" you gasp airily, thighs clamping around his waist as you claw down his back. striker begins to move, slowly but surely thrusting into you as you adjust to his size. it takes everything in him not to loose all restraint and fuck you senseless, especially with the way your moaning his name like a prayer. your hole was tightening around him and your wanton moans grew louder and louder, signifying that you were close.
you clench around him impossibly tight, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "striker- oh fuucnghh-" you gasp, your words muffled by the gun stil in your mouth as the coil in your abdomen snaps. your mind went perfectly blank as you ride out your high, striker cursing up a storm as his orgasm follows immediately after you. he pulls out, spilling his seed onto your stomach and chest.
striker gently pulls the gun from your mouth as you come down from your euphoric high, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes and gently massaging your sore jaw.
"y'okay, bubs?" striker asked, gently cupping your face as he collapses beside you. "mhm," you murmur, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his nose. "just a lil' tired..." striker chuckles at your reply, gently kissing your forehead. suddenly, an idea struck you, and you crawl on top of him. striker watches you with amusement as you straddle him, his teeth glinting in the moonlight streaming in from outside your window.
"not too tired for round two, i see," striker snarks, and you shush him. "if you want to cum, then i suggest you stop talking," you reply, and striker swallows hard. "yes m'am/sir," he whispers, wetting his lips as you grind down against him. "i promise i'll behave," he murmurs, eyes glistening with lust as his hands travel to grip your thighs. "we'll see about that," you reply, already knowing your in for a long night.
I HAD TO HYPE MYSELF UP FOR THIS ONE 😭 this will probably have a pt2 w sub striker cuz i cant resist the opportunity- sorry i haven't posted in like a week ive been fighting demons (anxiety and burnout 😭) but i really wanted to finish this! i have a few more wips that will be posted soon, and im considering adding marvel/the mcu to the list of fandoms i write for cuz ive been falling back into my marvel phase lmao. ANYWAYSSSS I HOPE U ENJOYED!!!!
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