#Helluva Boss Striker x Reader

[redr0sewrites]

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

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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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[zoluowo]

Striker × Assassin Reader Headcanons

What to expect: fluff, cursing, harm, injuries, violent themes, enemies to lovers and aggression

1. You and Striker were unknowingly after the same bounty. Right when you both were going in for the kill, you rammed into each other; both of your assassination plans screwed up.

Striker immediately had a distaste for you because you messed up his job and of course you felt the same way with him because he messed up YOUR job.

After a truckload of bickering, you two went your separate ways:

Striker stumbled to the ground with a THUD, as you did. Almost immediately, he reached for his musket as you reached for your dagger -- then within seconds, you had your weaponry aimed at his jugular while his was pressed into your temple. without lowering your weapons you both glance to the side to see that you're bounty was scrambling away in fear.

Striker looked at you as if you were nothing more than a piece of scrap to be tossed away. "Are you kidding me? You ain't got no business being here, shit bag! This is MY bounty to claim!"

You snarled back at him, pressing your dagger further into his flesh. He immediately forced the musket further against you. "You reek of an overbearing simpleton! Let the fuckin professional handle this." You fired back.

2. In about two weeks you attempt to go after that same bounty without any worries of bumping into striker again. As fate would have it, you both ran into each other AGAIN. Of course, your interaction didn't go well but a different outcome occurred this time; you and striker both managed to take down the bounty in unison without any verbal indication ( it was sort of like an instinct for you both to work together )

Being impressed with your skills, Striker had a much more respectable demeanor with you:

"holy shit--" Striker grimaced, a slight hiss to his tone. "You--" his gaze flickered from the fallen body to you, it's almost as if he was failing to comprehend what had just happened. "You-- we...we did that?!"

You eyed Striker from hat to boots and looked as if you were judging him, he curled his lip back at you to reveal his sharp pointed teeth. "Yeah. We did." You pstated blankly.

Striker took a moment or two to compose himself before removing his hat to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Huh. Not bad for damsel." He chuckled, his tone now exceptionally soft.

You staggered and turned to face him with all of your fury, though your gaze immediately softened after seeing a gleam of respect within his hues. "R-Really?" You internally curse yourself for stammering.

Striker skillfully tossed his hat upon his head. He then placed his hands upon his hips and arched a brow, an eat shitting grin was clearly plastered upon his face. ”you heard me." His grin immediately vanished. "Don't think too much of it though. You strike me as the type who's cocky when they fuckin shouldn't be." The cowboy zipped past you, a rattle could be heard as he flicked his tail. "You could learn a thing or two from me."

You watched him hop onto his horse and crossed your arms, unsure if you should be offended or relieved that he wasn't looking to bite your head off like the first time you met. "Alright, old man. You seem pretty cocky yourself. Don't be a fuckin hypocrite."

You could've sworn you saw a light smile from Striker.

"yeah yeah, whatever, damsel."

"I'm no damsel."

Striker hesitated. "Yeah- you're not just that." He gestured to the body that laid limp before you two. "The bounty's yours."

Before you could so much as blink, Striker's horse galloped away, leaving you alone with yourself and your thoughts. Plus the dead bounty.

3. You just couldn't settle with this - you had all this money and yet you weren't satisfied. Much to your surprise, you got off your ass and searched for Striker throughout the ring of wrath.

You found his hideout thanks to some singing fools and you searched for him. Unaware that it was you at first, Striker fired his musket - the bullet grazed the side of your cheek and you stumbled back, instinctively tossing your dagger out to catch his clothing and bound him against a large boulder. He was, of course, stunned once again by your remarkable skill and then pulled the dagger from him and demanded to know what you were doing there.

You explained that you couldn't have the money all to yourself, so you tossed half of the portion to him and he was touched to say the least.

3. Your relationship kind of expands from here. You technically start working together, but avoid saying that you two are a team to soothe both of your egos I guess. Despite "working together" you two do go off on lone missions.

( ep 6 s2 ) after Striker lost to blitzo and fizz, he stumbled back into his hideout, wounded from burns he had received. You reluctantly tended to his wounds and tried to get him to talk about what happened but he refused. After you were done helping him out, he walked off and grumbled a snarky "thanks"

4. You two often train together. Whenever one of you has the upper hand you deliver a snarky remark and gloat.

5. You eventually loosen up around striker and occasionally tease him. He mostly has aggressive responses but he's secretly amused by your banter.

6. It takes a long while for Striker to loosen up to you. When he does, he likes to ramble to you about his victories and how awesome he is. He also allows you to feed his horse

7. Striker decided to give you horse riding lessons. You both were on the horse and he was sitting behind you, instructing you on what to do. He immediately regretted ever teaching you because you ended up having a field day with galloping all over wrath.

8. You noticed that it's a bit of a routine for Striker to avoid you at all costs whenever he comes back with injuries from a mission of his.

One day, you decided you had enough of his avoidance when he came back with incredibly severe injuries. It took a lot of convincing, but you managed to tend to his wounds. He was complaining and talking down on you the whole time. But you decided to shut him up by saying "next time. Ask for fucking help." - your stern tone made him stagger and vulnerably utter "yes ma'am/sir"

9. You two pretty much go on with your lives being fully aware that you love eachother but never fully admitting it aloud.

10. There are rare occasions where Striker just approaches you from behind and gives you a back hug. ( he usually does it when he's very sleepy )

11. Whenever you do an excelling job during a mission -- afterwards striker places his hat on your head and jokingly justifies your skills with "PFFT that was just pure shitting luck."

That's pretty much all I got! Hope you enjoyed this first ever post of mineee

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[iicarused]

Hey Queen 🤭 thanks for the absolute fuckin' heart attack this morning of tagging me alongside some of my favorite hazbin writers-

Anyways have my Striker brain rot;

- mans got that western charm, calling his s/o poppet, dame, doll, darling.

- enjoys the intimacy of a night in at a campsite or a lodge as opposed to 'going out on the town'

- Striker only drinks the good shit. Top shelf whiskey like Dalmore or Glenmorangie.

- he likes sarsaparilla, as well as apple cider (but won't drink it up public usually, considers it a 'weak' drink)

- I've got the headcanon that because he's an imp mutt (mixed with a shark demon) he got the sharks eyesight which is absolutely shit, but the imp side gave him snake like vision? Sees heat and cold better then anything.

- it does mean however that Striker knows when you're cold as shit and like the gentleman he is, plops his jacket on your shoulders without a word.

- love languages of acts of service and physical touch(?!?)

- his tail would wrap subconsciously around your waist in crowded areas so he has the assurance you haven't been lost in the sea of imps.

- hey hey you know the cowboy hat rule. That.

- basically if you wear a guys akubra (my aussie is showing) or cowboy hat, the saying is 'if you wear the cowboy hat you have to ride the cowboy'

- its the law trust me,don't look it up. No but really its like a known thing in that community I find it so funny

- anyways I'm stealing his hat, have a good day bestie <3

- Kotte

save a horse, am i right

all of these are so true, it’s exactly how i see him eso as a striker muse😭 i love him

i feel like he wouldn’t ask you to be his s/o upfront, especially if he genuinely cares about you and doesn’t want you wrapped up in the lifestyle he lives. ON THE OTHER HAAAND, if you both work in a similar field — he may let that slide

placing his hat on the top of your head whenever at a downtown bar. his tail hooking around your waist and pulling you against his chest, offering a hand towards the poor imp that tried flirting you up by the pool table.

“‘m striker — couldn’t help but notice you sweet talkin’ with my sugar from ‘cross the room — i didn’t appreciate that all that much.”

smooth talker, it’s just embedded into him!! the most poetic man you will ever meet, more so than a specific radio demon you’re acquaintance’s with. beautiful cursive writing because he doesn’t want a certain voxtek to know who the assassin is speaking to, so he writes to you instead.

all of his letters start with “my dear.” “my sweetheart.” “my pumpkin.” a tad territorial and needing to emphasize that whenever he can!!

brings you all types of flowers, gifts, or does anything for you.

i love striker so much

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[crystalofmoon19]

Striker x Mexican (Latina) Reader - Headcannons

● You certainly caught his interest when he noticed that you had Hispanic roots, he had already met some people of your same origins in Wrath, a clear example of that was the mariachis that always sang songs about him. Even though he was sick of them, seeing that in you was endearing.

● He already knew some words in Spanish, but when he heard you speak them he already had his eyes on you, you had a rather distinctive accent that he couldn't miss.

● One day he decided to speak in Spanish with you and that had produced interesting results, as you found yourself constantly correcting him on his sentences.

● It was a low blow to his big ego and you couldn't have more fun with this.

"So, what does "vil víbora'" mean?"

"Oh, that means vile viper in spanish."

"Wait! You were calling me like that this whole time?"

"Of course I did, what did you expect?"

"I thought you were flirting with me!"

● He definitely had to learn a lot of Spanish and you also had no problems teaching him your native language.

● You stood out from many other girls he had known because of how brave you were, you exuded great energy wherever you went, you even dared to play the pain games at the harvest moon festival and you had to fight him. Even though you lost to him, you never gave up and continued giving everything until your body could no longer resist, with that you earned Striker's respect, very few could do what you did.

● You had a melodious voice that you used to sing some songs in Spanish and every time Striker heard them he couldn't help but feel enthralled by them. It's as if you were a kind of siren attracting him with your song.

● You were easy to get angry and overflowed with a lot of emotions, Striker liked that, but above all things he saw that you had a big heart. You loved your family and your friends, and you did everything in your power to help them, you even helped him as much as you could and Striker was captivated by that.

● He made a great effort to go out with you, since apparently you were very resistant to his charms and you are ultimately the girl who had the hardest time conquering of all of them, he even had to ask the mariachis for help one day to give him options to conquer you

● Striker had to serenade you with the help of his mariachis along with a romantic dinner for you to even accept him on the first date.

● However, when you formalized their relationship, all the time invested was worth it.

● You were extremely affectionate with him, you hugged him and kissed him whenever you could, you called him "mi amor" (my love), "mi vida" (my life), "mi güero" (my blondie) and "papi" (daddy). When you explained to him the meaning of all those words, he puffed out his chest with pride.

● He for his part called you "darlin'", "sugarcube", "sunshine", "sugah'" and sometimes "hun" and you were happy with this.

● But just as you could be affectionate you could also get angry with him, when you found out that Striker had done something bad, you were the first to point it out to him and you would slap him or pull his ear. And as a last punishment you sent him to sleep on the couch for a week or more; Striker quickly learned to be obedient to you after that.

● You also had your arguments, after all you both had a phlegmatic nature, his pride and your passion could clash many times, but despite everything yo two resolved your differences to correct your mistakes and work as a team.

● When you introduced Striker to your family, it was the first time in a long time that he felt nervous, he didn't want to make the best impression but he also didn't want to be on bad terms with your parents.

● Fortunately your mother accepted Striker without much problem and your father, although it took him longer to accept him, he ended up doing so when he saw that you two loved each other.

● You and Striker have taken care of your little siblings hundreds of times, Striker didn't like taking care of children, but when he saw you were so motherly with your little siblings. He thought that you could be the ideal mother of his children and from then on he thought about always being by your side.

● Oh yes, you two also watch Hell-a-Novela together on TV, it's your favorite show and Striker knows it. That's why whenever he sees it with you, he says that you're the Gabriella to his Alejandro, to which you just laugh and agree saying the same thing.

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

I've been lurking on this blog for a while, and really enjoy your stuff. Could I get some headcanons for Blitz, Stolas, Striker, and Fizz/Ozzie with their S/O infodumping to them about theatre?

Reaction to their S/O info dumping about the theatre

Blitzø

It was date night, you and Blitz were getting ready for a fun night in, you already curled up on the couch with your drinks.

Loona was out at some party so that apartment was all yours~

You were on the couch as Blitz prepared your snacks, while you looked for a movie on HellFlix.

And youd been looking for a few minutes, but simply put, it was all shit.

Blitz rocked up with treats and even more Liquor. Handing you your drink. You told him your shared plight. "Nothin fuckin good on this shit. Why do we even pay for this?"

Blitz took a swig, telling you simply. "We don't. I saw our neighbour put in his code so now we got it."

You let out a little 'Huh', taking a drink from your bottle.

Youd sit beside each other a while longer, mindlessly scrolling through the various bootleg and herendously bad TV shows.

And not even, so bad their good, type of bad.

Just bad.

So, scrolling through the site a while longer, before Blitz perked up. Getting up, he rushed up, running to his jacket, he grabbed something out before rushing back, jumping onto the couch, almost knocking everything over.

Setting down, he held up a DVD case. "Here! Moxxie said you'd like this!"

And upon seeing it, you utterly beamed.

Snatching it up, you found a genuine addition of The Fantom of the Opera, produced by none other then lord Belzebub, the production said to be the most exclusive and high class in the History of Hell.

You giggled like you just gone mad before abruptly going on a tangent, describing everything you'd heard. How it revolutionised how Sinner operas were perceived in Hell. How it legitimised Hellborne actors in once highly exclusive industry.

It was so good, Lucifer himself witnessed a production. And after that the human operas became a hot topic, so much so Demons on every ring began to emulate it.

You just went on and on, going on and on about the history of the theatre in Hell.

Blitz for his part, just got comfy, turning to you as he grabbed his snack.

You told him your favourite operas and what you loved about them, telling him everything and anything you could think of.

You went on for hours, you going on and on and on.

Blitz didnt really care, he just enjoyed the show, the Imp smiling at you as you just gushed over the opera.

Now, Blitz didn't really know shit about Opera, although he did love the Theatre, just not enough to actually learn about it in a historical context.

But seeing you so passionate. Seeing you gush over something you clearly loved so much.

Just seeing you like that in your own little world. Hell, he could listen to you spouting on about damn near anything, just so long as it made you happy.

You went on for a long while, blabbering on until you heard Blitz yawn.

And youd pause, feeling a little insulted and well, sad that he'd yawn about something you care about.

Blitz was an ass for sure, but he wasn't the sort to just insult something you loved like that.

Blitzø, seeing this, quickly assured you he wasn't being a smart ass, it's just, well, you'd even talking for so long.

And that'd when you realised how late it had gotten. You'd been talking for what was likely hours, the TV having turned off from inaction.

Youd blush, scratching your cheek before apologising.

At that Blitzø just chuckled, moving forwards and leaning close, kissing you on the nose. "You don't need to apologise, I think it's sexy when you talk about something you like~" He finished, giving you that little grin he always got before he made a move.

And that's what he did, sliding his hand from your chest, down to your hip, eyes never leaving yours.

You just smiled, leaning in you'd kiss the Imp. The kiss quickly breaking into a heated make out session.

Your kissing would only become more heated as Blitzø slid his hands up your shirt, the kissing getting even more heated.

It'd be just as Blitzø removed his shirt that Tha apartment door slammed open.

Blitzø, on instinct, shot up, pistol in hand. Only... for it turn out to be Loona.

The girl walked in, stopped briefly to stare at the both of you in your dishevelled state, she deadpanned. "Grose." She cringed, walking away and slamming the door to her room.

Blitzø, lowering his pistol, sighed, turning back to you. There was several moments of Silence before you both burst into laughter.

The both of you curled up on the couch, and after a few moments Blitzø looked around, telling you. "Ya know, if we're careful, I bet Loona won't hear us?" He purred, hand sliding down your chest.

You blushed, looking over at the girls door, "Are you sure she won't be able to hear us?"

Blitzø just smirked. "I'm sure~"

And just as you kissed him, your arms around his neck as his hands slid down your side... the mood was instantly killed when Loona shouted very loudly. "I CAN STILL FUCKING HEAR YOU!"

And with that, Blitzø sighed, collapsing atop you, the two of you just curled up together, giggling as you snuggled, kissing his cheek, the two of you getting comfy, content to drift off together.

"Love you Blitzø~" you told him, surprised at how tired you are.

Blitzø just chuckled, kissing you before telling you softly. "I love you too (Y/N)."

The two of you happily drifting off, curled up in each other's embrace.

Stolas

Stolas, being the man of means he was, could afford the finer things In life.

Like, say, the theatre.

And what do ya know, that's just where you were. You were naturally ecstatic, practically vibrating with joy as he suspected you would be, given you made it plain that you loved the theatre.

Stolas loved this of course, he loved seeing you so happy, and he knew you loved the theatre, so he made sure to take you on a regular basis.

And it'd be as you walked out after a show, you utterly gushing over it that you'd do one of his favourite things.

Blabber.

Youd Go on and on about your favourite parts of the play. Telling him in detail your favourite parts and aspects if the show.

Stolas for his part just let you go on, accompanying you our of the theatre and to his private limousine.

He'd just patiently sit there, happily watching you as you went on and on about the theatre, face lighting up as you discussed it.

Of course, by 'discussed' I mean he sat their patiently, happily listening to you.

You spouted out a thousand 'fun facts' about the opera or theatre, many of which he'd already heard a hundred times.

Not that he was complaining.

He loved seeing you like this. All excited and passionate. You were adorable.

So he'd just listen, a warm smile across his face as you went on and on and on. The owl adoring your passion for the art.

Youd eventually turn to him, the owl just sat there when you realised were rambling, and after blushing, you apologised.

To that Stolas just chuckled, pulling you close as he told you he adored how passionate you were.

You, blushed, warmly cupping his face as you shared a tender moment, the owl giving you a kiss, something you warmly returned.

He'd hold you close the rest of the ride home, holding you to his fluffy chest. The two of you wrapped in a loving embrace.

Striker

Striker didn't care about the theatre.

I mean, sure, he could respect the art on some level. But mostly, he saw it as a waste of energy, especially when you could be out there working.

Like him.

But with you, he would find a greater appreciation for the time and energy that went into it.

And trust me, you made sure he knew how gruelling the theatre was.

It would be in your anniversary, the Imp having booked you tickets for an actual production, the serpant like Imp having carefully listen to your rambles and booked a ticket to your favourite show.

He had no interest in it, really, but the look on your face when he showed you those tickets, Hoo! It was worth every cent.

So, getting all dressed up, the cowboy would escort you to the theatre, and the entire time, you gushed about the production.

He didn't mind. If anything it was adorable seeing you so excited. He rarely saw you This excited about anything.

So it was a nice beginner to the night.

The show itself was great, but even better was your commentary.

Youd give him little details and 'fun facts' throughout the entire show.

Honestly, he didn't give a shit about the show. Had zero interest in watching a bunch of prissy pricks pretending to be some sinner or dead prick from centuries ago.

But watching you gushing and prattling on about the history and rise and fall of certain theatre systems.

It was very cute.

And sure you were getting the occasional glare, or hush from the other theatre goers.

Not that he'd gave a shit, but seeing you so happy, dumping on him what should have likely been a years worth of overpriced histery lessons, in the span of a few hours, it was fun.

You walked out of that theatre, you still yabbering on about your thoughts and notes on the production you'd barely watched.

Striker just smiled, happily listening to you ramble, as he walked you home.

And even then, when you walked into your apartment. Or more accurately, 'safehouse', you still rambling on as he poured you some drinks. And even curled up on the couch you continued, Striker happily listening.

But, after a long while, you stop, seemingly finally reaching the end of your train of thought. You'd sit there, realising you'd just spent hours rambling over the theatre instead of, well, just enjoying it.

And realising that you hadn't let him get a word in, you'd timidly apologise. Just for Striker to chuckle, tail curling around you as he pulled you close.

He'd tell you he didn't mind, he loved seeing you so happy, and didn't give a shit if you rambled on, just so long as you were happy. So was he.

Youd just give a wiggly little smile, you'd kiss him, thanking him for putting up with you.

Striker would just release a hearty, chuckle as he kissed you again, curling his spiked tail around you.

Fizzaroli & Asmodeus

Being in a relationship with the two of these idiots meant a lot of things.

Firstly: lot and lots of sex.

Secondly: beging surrounded by lots and lots of Sex.

Thirdly: you had access to the highest quality... well everything.

You were in a relationship with a literal Sin and his right hand Imp. And as such, no pleasure was off limits, something the Sin would remind you every chance he got~

And luckily enough, one of your favourite pleasures was the theatre.

Asmodeus had a fondness for the theatre himself, Fizz less so, the cybornetic Imp thinking it was borning.

Although his favourite productions were usully borderline pornographic, probably the only times Fizz was actually engaged.

Still, you had a mutual appreciation, even if you appreciated different aspects~

Of course, you rarely got to really appreciate it as either Fizz or Asmodeus would usually do their best to get in your pants doing... very devious acts on you before it even begins.

But on a few occasions you'd actually get to watch the production unhindered, and well, to put bluntly, they were essentially your captured audience.

Now, neither of them really cared, seeing you ramble on for an hour anf half about the theatre was just a prelude to more intimate night.

If they weren't already doing something dirty as you rambled.

But more often then not, they'd just enjoy seeing you blabber on about the theatre. Word vomiting countless facts and trivia about the industry, listing of every though and opinion you had on the subject.

And yeah, Asmodeus didn't have to endure this, he was a busy Demon after all, he could be doing anything else with his time.

But despite himself, he just loved watching you gushing and brag and adore the theatre, Fizz especially. Despite their usually short attention span, the two found it utterly adorable, the Sin telling you as much, usually followed up by either a tantalizing session of teasing, or some outright rough and dirty fun~

He loved how you appreciated the theatre, but he was still the Sin of Lust, so it was only to be expected, Fizz happily getting in on the action.

#helluva boss #headcanon #x reader #helluva boss headcanon #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss blitzo #blitzø #blitzo #stolas #helluva boss stolas x reader #stolas x reader #blitzo x reader #helluva boss striker x reader #striker #striker x reader #fizzaroli x reader #asmodeus x reader x fizzarolli #helluva boss asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #helluva boss fizzarolli

[cherryrainn]

Omgigmgmgkgmg imagine striker finding an injured exorcist whom is hurt so bad and she doesn't want to be an exorcist, after awhile she's able to escape being an exorcist and lives with striker in a relationship

𝙎𝙊𝙁𝙏 .

༄ ⠀𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | striker x exorcist! reader.

༄ ⠀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | injury, striker might be a bit ooc

༄ ⠀𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i have absolutely no clue if you wanted me to make the exorcist a reader or some random exorcist so i just did reader hehe. anyway i'm super proud of this. also i changed the ending up a bit so sorry about that </3

Striker sauntered down the dimly lit alley, his long tail swaying lazily behind him. He was bored out of his fucking mind. He kicked at a pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement as he idly scanned his surroundings.

Turning a corner, his eyes caught sight of something not quite out of the ordinary—a figure slumped against the wall. Striker's first instinct was to ignore it and move on. After all, bloodshed was as common as rain in a storm.

He was about to turn away, but then something caught his eye—something that made him pause in his tracks. The figure was bleeding gold—strange, shimmering rivulets that stood out against the backdrop of darkness. intrigued despite himself, Striker approached cautiously, his curiosity piqued.

As he drew closer, he realized with a start that the figure was an exorcist—her spear lying abandoned beside her, her mask shattered in half.

For a moment, Striker entertained the idea of finishing the exorcist off himself and putting an end to her misery with a swift stroke of her own weapon. But before he could act, a voice pierced the silence, starting him.

"You... you're not going to kill me?" The words were barely a whisper, barely audible above the din of the city.

Striker's gaze snapped to the exorcist, surprised to find her conscious and aware of her surroundings. He remained silent for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

"No," he finally replied, his voice a low growl. "I'm not. Not yet, anyway."

The silence hung heavy between them. Striker could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on him, the gravity of his decision sinking in with each passing second. He could easily end her here and now—she was defenseless, powerless to stop him. But something stayed in his hand—something he couldn't quite explain.

"The fuck happened to you?" Striker finally asked, his tone betraying a hint of genuine curiosity.

Her response was a bitter laugh, a hollow sound that echoed through the empty alleyway. "Does it matter?" she muttered, her voice barely audible above the distant rumble of traffic.

Striker fell silent, his grip on the spear loosening slightly as he considered her words. Did it matter? Did anything matter?

And then, just when he least expected it, she spoke again, her voice trembling. "I don't wanna be an exorcist anymore."

Her words hit Striker like a punch to the gut, stirring something deep within him that he couldn't quite name. He never thought he'd ever find an exorcist willing to abandon their calling, willing to forsake everything they had ever known for the chance at a different life.

For a moment, Striker found himself at a loss for words, his mind racing with a million different thoughts and emotions. And then, without a second thought, he made a decision. Fuck, he was crazy.

"Come with me," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I'll take care of ya."

The exorcist's eyes widened in surprise. "But... why?"

Striker shrugged, his expression unreadable. "I don't know. Call it a moment of weakness."

With that, he gently lifted her into his arms, her weight surprisingly light despite her injuries. careful to avoid drawing attention, Striker maneuvered through the streets, his boots echoing softly against the cobblestones.

They reached his cheap, rundown hotel room without incident. Striker pushed open the window with his foot, the hinges creaking in protest as they entered the cramped space.

Setting her down on the edge of the tub, Striker turned on the faucet, filling it with warm water to soothe her wounds. He rummaged through his meager belongings, searching for his med kit. He can't believe he was doing this. Was he finally going crazy?

"What's yerr name?" He asked, his voice softer now as he located the med kit beneath a pile of dirty clothes.

The exorcist hesitated for a moment, her gaze fixed on her legs. "Y/N," she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Striker nodded, acknowledging her response, responding with a "Striker." before he moved to tend to her wounds. His touch was rough, and as he worked, Y/N winced at the pain of his touch, but she remained silent, enduring it as best she could.

She knew she should be grateful—he was helping her, after all—but she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the roughness of his messages.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Striker finished patching her up, his expression unreadable as he stepped back to survey his handiwork. She took a deep breath, relieved that it was over, and she mustered up the courage to speak.

"Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Striker glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, before he nodded in acknowledgment. "Don't mention it," he replied gruffly, his tone betraying none of the emotions swirling inside him.

With that, Y/N gathered her strength and made her way to the window, her movements slow and unsteady. She knew it was probably time to go anyway.

Before she climbed out of the window, she hesitated, glancing back at Striker one last time. "I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice barely carrying over the distance between them.

Striker said nothing in response, but he watched her go with a sense of resignation.

A few days later, Striker was sauntering down another dim alley, thinking about how much time had been wasted since he’d helped Y/N. Maybe he was getting soft, but the thought of her was lingering in his mind.

Lost in thought, Striker nearly missed her—a figure slouched against the wall, this time with no wings, no halo, not really bleeding anymore but obviously bruised. At first, he didn't recognize her. But then it hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, breaking into a run.

Reaching her, he skidded to a halt, his eyes wide with shock and concern. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice laced with genuine worry.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she smiled—a soft, sad smile that made Striker's black heart clench in his chest.

"I'm not an exorcist anymore," she said softly.

Striker stared at her, the pieces falling into place. He didn't know much about this heaven shit, but he could only assume one of the higher-ups had ripped her wings and halo off like some fucking sicko. So much for being good.

For a moment, Striker was at a loss for words, his mind reeling from the revelation. And then, without thinking, he reached out, pulling Y/N into a tight embrace, as if he could shield her from whatever she must be feeling.

"Fuck 'em," he muttered against her hair, his voice rough with emotion. "You're better off without 'em."

Y/N buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking through the fabric of his jacket. And as they sat there, clinging to each other in the dim light of the alley, Striker realized he didn't give a damn about getting soft.

Sometimes, he thought, moments of weakness weren't such a bad thing after all.

#STRIKER #striker #helluva boss #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluva boss x reader #striker x reader #helluva boss striker x reader #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #hazbin hotel

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

I HAVE A PENNY *gives you a copper penny*:) BUTTTTT ! Do you think you could do Female Fluff with Striker? If not it’s alright!

AHWFR *attempts to grab at the penny like a gremlin* i will write the sexy cowboy... as long as i get the penny in the end (TYY FOR THE ASK TOO TEEHEE) reader is meant to be an imp and they will be married bc...i say so thx

Even cowboys gotta rest | Striker x Fem! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnings: NONE!!! kinda short

You awoke to the lack of heat next to you. Sitting up, you rub your eyes and sit up, your blanket pooling around your torso as your husband's shirt drapes over you. You stretch and notice the lack of another presence in your bed. You look to his side of the bed, and confirm that he was not there. Sighing, you throw yourself back into your bed. 

‘It seems he has already left for work.’ You think as you move to get comfortable. However, before you can get too cozy, you smell meat cooking. Slightly startled by the smell, you leap out of bed and go to investigate the smell. Bare hooves caused soft clicks on the floor as you neared the kitchen. At the doorway, there stood your husband, Stiker, in all his glory. His ivory hair was a mess, be it bedhead or your constant moving in the night you didn’t know. He was shirtless, wearing something more akin to pajama pants and without his boots. He doesn’t seem to notice you, far too focused on cooking. You just stood there, looking at your husband's back like an idiot. 

You didn’t even notice him finish up the food, plating it onto two separate plates. You do notice him turning around and looking at you. He wipes his hands on the towel that was on the counter, cleaning them of all the grease and dirt on it. His signature smirk makes its way to his face as he greets you.

“Mornin’ baby doll. Yuh hungry?” You dumbly nod at his question, to which he just softly chuckles. He grabs both of the plates and moves to set them down on the table, you following behind him. Taking a seat, he continues to work, pouring you a glass of what you normally prefer in the morning and fixing himself a glass of coffee. You watch as he works, unsure why you are stunned by your husband being home. After finishing, he drags his seat closer to yours and begins to eat. 

Instead of eating, you continue to look at him like he is a stranger. Striker seems to notice your gaze, and without even looking up, he snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Yuh need something, sugar?” 

“You’re home.” You say after a while. He doesn’t stop eating, he doesn’t even turn to look at you, but his smirk does grow bigger ever so slightly.

“Yeah, I’m home.”

You don’t say anything more, throwing your arms over his shoulders, hugging him a bit awkwardly since he is right next to you. However, he doesn’t seem to mind, instead chuckling and throwing an arm around your waist. You begin to pepper his cheek with kisses, elated to have him home. He chuckles some more, no longer eating, instead of relishing in your kisses. While you were kissing him, he pulled you into his lap. Now on his lap, both of y’alls tail wrap around one another. Once you were done peppering him with kisses, you cupped his face and just looked at him. 

“I wasn’t expecting you home today.”  You say as you stroke his cheek. He leans into your touch and kisses the palm of your hand, placing a hand over yours. 

“Even I can only last so long without your touch.” He purrs, causing you to blush and smile softly. He leans forward and kisses you on your lips, as you return the kiss. After the kiss, you attempt to get off his lap, only to be held back by Stiker’s arm. “Where do you think you're going? You are staying right on me.”

You smile and begin to dig in, already excited for your lazy day with your husband.

AHFDF hope u enjoyed thiss, sorry this is so short bawling i don't really have a firm grasp on his character, so I hope I did him justice :DDD

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss striker x reader #striker x reader #☾adoniswrites #HELLO PERSON LMFAO

[fiendishfables]

Hazbin Hotel Blog!

Howdy, and welcome to my blog dedicated to creations of Vivziepop!

I am currently taking requests; please send em' in, folks!

Down below includes:

What I will

What I will not write

Characters I am willing to write for

Enjoy, and please don't be hesitant to request anything in my comfort zone, or just reach out to chat in general :D

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🅷🅰🆉🅱🅸🅽 🅷🅾🆃🅴🅻

Ａｌａｓｔｏｒ (Platonic only)

Ａｄａｍ

Ａｎｇｅｌ Ｄｕｓｔ (Platonic Only)

Ｃｈａｒｌｉｅ Ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇｓｔａｒ

Ｃｈｅｒｒｉ Ｂｏｍｂ

Ｃａｒｍｉｌｌａ

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Ｌｕｃｉｆｅｒ

Ｖａｇｇｉｅ

Ｖｅｌｖｅｔｔｅ

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What I WON'T write:

Rape

Specific race 'x readers' (ex: Black! reader / Hispanic! reader) (I want everybody to be able to access and intake my writing how they see fit; I love people of all backgrounds, but I refuse to separate writings for certain groups of people. We are all equal here)

What I WILL write:

x Reader (Male, Female, GN; I usually try to make most things GN but depends on the request!)

x OC (be as detailed as possible about your character if requesting' looks, personality, etc)

CC x CC

NSFW (18+)

Onshots

Blurbs

Head-cannons

Series' (specify if you would like your request possibly split into multiple parts; no guarantees but I will consider)

Abuse

Addiction

Self-harm

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

(Extreme?) Angst

Romance

Gore

Extreme gore

Horror

Extreme horror

(There is a difference between extreme and regular topics. Please be mindful when requesting the prior mentioned)

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[cherrycrushes]

bodyguard - headcanons

bodyguard!striker x celebrity!reader.

a/n: doing headcanons for him bc i love cowboys sm

✮ before any event, you and striker would have heavy make-out sessions in your limo

✮ and yes, he wanted to ride on his horse but you insisted on the limo

✮ his hand on your thigh, your back pressed against the window

✮ bonus points if you're wearing a dress with a slit in it (easy access ifykwim)

✮ when you guys arrive at the event, your makeup artist rushes over and scolds striker for ruining your makeup

✮ in his opinion, it made you look better

✮ him chuckling as he pushes obsessed fans out of the way

✮ OH MY GOD him chuckling i'm creaming

✮ anyways one hand on the small of your back and the other pushing people like omg

✮ during the event he would just stare at you like you're the most beautiful thing you've ever seen

✮ after he would ache and massage your feet after walking around in heels all night

✮ ygs would enjoy drinking whiskey together and listening to country music

✮ bonus points if you're both on the porch on rocking chairs with firefly's surrounding you guys

✮ you falling asleep to his smooth country accent talking to you about one of his clients

✮ him carrying you back to bed, tucking you in, and giving a little kiss on the forehead

#☎️ cherry’s line! #striker x reader #hevulla boss #hevulla boss x reader #x reader #helluva boss striker x reader #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluva striker #striker x y/n #hevulla striker x reader

[vonnto]

Striker gives off girl dad vibes.

If he were to ever have a child, which is very unlikely, I’d want it to be a girl for the dynamic possibilities

#helluva boss #helluva striker #helluva boss striker #helluva x reader #helluva boss striker x reader #helluva boss x reader

[slashingdisneypasta]

Striker x Small!Meek!Fem!Reader || Drabble

I LOVED HIM SO MUCH in the new episode.

Plot: Striker fails her so Stella shows him why he should be afraid of displeasing her- by leaving you a bloody and beaten mess on his doorstep.

Warnings: You are really badly brutalised and Striker has this weird combination of love and degradation for you that's ... interesting... 🤔🤔😅

God fucken damnit. You weren't made for this kinda bullshit. How'd that bitch even know about ya?

As Striker lifted your very delicate, shaking body up off the filthy ground, just about melting at the feel of your fragile little fingers pinch at the front of his shirt and the sound of your little nose sniffling against his chest as you cry. This is not right. You don't go fucking up weaklings for no reason.

"St- Striker- "

"I know, darlin'. I'll clean ya up- you'll be right as rain in no time."

You continue to sniffle, giving a bubbly little sob, and its so pathetic his black heart actually feels lie its broken. What the hell? ... That royal cunt better watch her back- next time he sees her, she wont be makin' it out alive. Grimacing, Striker walks with you in his arms over to an old wooden bench. The wood is rough as hell but its the only one he trusts to not snap under you, and surely a few lil splinters aint gonna make no difference with what you're already dealin' with.

He leaves you there cold and alone for a few minutes as he goes in search of his first aid kit- he doesn't need it all that often, so he's not too sure where he left it last. By the time he finds it, dusty and unused, buried under some fallen rubble, you've managed to get your own shoes off. Which makes him give you the smallest of grins, setting the first aid kit on the table beside you. "There you go, little girl. Good job. Can you wriggle on outta yer pants for me, too? Gotta get to those cuts... "

Striker's luminescent, snake-like eyes focus on your little form as you try; Sticking your thumbs under the waistband of your jeans and shifting, pulling, trying. You fail, and you're just a pitiful little bunny covered in tears and blood, and Striker's frown just gets worse.

How... how could someone do this to you?? You were pathetic before, sure,.. but now you're fucken tragic. Jesus fucking christ.

Its gonna be hard to let you outta his sight, after this.

When you give up, and just cover your face with your hands and start to cry again - thinking he's mad at you, - , he gives a relenting sigh. "... C'mere, tough girl, I'll help ya." With a hiss, Striker pulls out his blade and slices the garment off you. Then he flicks the first aid kit open, one hand on your bare thigh and his warm body nice and close to yours, as he methodically begins to care for and wrap up your bloody gashes, slashes and grazes.

He starts with your legs, wrapping up your sweet thighs completely in gauze before kneeling down and doing the same to your dainty calves. When he's done with that he grunts, and gets back up to his full height - he hangs over you even as you sit on the table.

When he cups your face in one of his hands to clean away the tears and hold you still so that he can stitch up a particularly nasty slice Stella gave you when you started to cry, he essentially engulfs both your cheeks. When he's finished with your face, he pauses- his eyes gaze down at your lips- before letting you go with a scowl and picking up your hands one at a time.

The left arm is worse, already turning a disgusting purple colour and practically broken so he carefully sets that one up in a sling before winding gauze around the other; Gently rubbing circles of disinfectant cream into your palm when he notices a gash there with dirt spread into it. "Hmmmm... " He hums lowly at it, frowning deeply and glaring as his thumb works away at the area- soothing your hurt but making you nervous.

"I- I... I'm so sorry, Striker... I'm- I'm... so weak... " You whimper meekly, eyes still full of tears.

"Yeah... " He sighs. "But yer my weakling, so... I shoulda been there to protect ya."

Sniffing wetly, you immediately shake your head- a little, spark of defiance that ordinarily, Striker woulda found fucken adorable. You? Thinkin' you can stand up to him?? Sweetheart, no... "No, its not your- "

"It is... " Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting go of your hand, Striker lets out a long suffering groan... frustrated and pissed but trying really really hard to compose himself. To not scare you. "... but you know what? That's okay."

"... What?"

"I got a fix, for this. Its alright."

"What's your... what's your fix?"

Here he lets go of his face and looks down at you again, a look on his face that isn't warm but isn't quite cold either; Its curious, and makes something heat up inside you- deep in the pit of your stomach. "... I'll move ya in here with me tomorrow. That way, I can keep an eye on ya." Cuz clearly you cant take care of yourself.

Fuck- Shit- He knew that, already. He knew that from the moment he first saw you, and he still let this happen.

Seeing him beating himself up again inside his head, you start to feel bad. And not because you're physically aching, and stinging, and torn to pieces- because your cowboy is upset. You hate it. If only you were tougher... then you could keep yourself safe and he wouldn't have to be so hard on himself!...

... If only.

After a few moments of silence between you two, you raise your creamy hand to his face; grazing your knuckles softly against him for a second- before second-guessing yourself, becoming embarrassed, and attempting to retreat again quickly.

He catches your hand though in his much bigger, tougher, capable one and holds onto it. "... That's nice, darlin'. Y'can do that anytime."

"Okay... I- I will."

"For now, though... " This wins your full attention, causing you to look at him again; Eyes wide and innocent. There's a tired look on his face, but he gives you a devastating smirk. "Lets go to bed, sweet thing. Y'need your rest, after a beating like that... and I don't wanna let ya go for a little while."

"Th- That sounds good."

"Yep." With that, he gently scoops you up again and takes you away to his bed. As he lies you down, he gives you a kiss on the cheek, before laying down himself.

#i dont know why i thought striker lives in that old mine XDD but i did and thats where this is set #i mean. he could. who knows #Striker #Helluva Boss Striker #Striker x Reader Drabble #Helluva Boss Striker x Reader Drabble #Helluva Boss Striker x Reader #Striker x Reader #Drabble

[redr0sewrites]

(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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[cherubfae]

Hi 👋

I'm loving your work so far and had to follow for more!

I was wondering, if you're not busy, if you could do the scenario when the reader tells them i can hold the whole world in my hands and the other looks confused and the reader holds their face in their hands with the hazbin crew + striker and how'd they react to it?

If not, it's totally cool. I look forward to what you put out next! 😊

you're my whole world || hazbin/helluva boss x reader

"I can hold the entire world in my hands. Wanna see?"

tags: gn!reader, afab for vaggie, implied!masc reader for angel, fluff, cuteness, established relationships

Alastor

A crackle of radio feedback as his eye twitches when you reach for him, calms for a second when you cup his face. His clawed hands rest on top of yours. He's rather confused, how is this holding the--

"You're my whole world, Alastor~!" You grin up at him, lovingly.

The facade of a smile he always wears slips for only a second. But it's one second too long and you catch it. His eyebrows relax, lids drooping, cheeks pushing upwards and he beams at you softly. A genuine smile crossing his lips. He cups your face in return, puffing your cheeks like a fish and a muffled laugh track plays. Leaning his forehead against yours, he grins.

Softly, he whispers, "And you are mine, mon cour."

Lucifer

Immediately his eyes well up. He doesn't have the need to act all cool and collected when he's a total softie. He leans his cheek further into your palm, his eyelids fluttering shut allowing for a moment of respite. Tilting your chin upwards, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss.

"I love you more than anything. You are my life, sweetling, my galaxy. I would dismantle Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to keep you and Charlie safe."

Charlie

The meeting with Heaven hadn't gone to plan and now, she's curled up like a little blanket burrito in her crimson comforter. She doesn't say anything when you announce that you can hold the whole world in your hands, but she's definitely curious in the way she immediately watches you with interest. She's confused when you cup her cheeks but soon gasps loudly in realization, eyes welling up. You always know just what to say when she's feeling blue.

"M-me? I'm your whole world? But you're my whole world, too!" Charlie grunts, breaking free of her blanket cocoon to cup your face in return. "Look! Now I can hold the world too~!"

Vaggie

She expected your reaction to be much worse. Vaggie finally admitted, albeit she was forced to tell, that she had been an angel this entire time. You hadn't been sure how to react and it was clear you were hurt by her secret and she respected that you needed time to process all of this new information. What she hadn't expected was you approaching her a few hours later, gently cupping her face and telling her that she was your entire world.

A valve breaks loose and Vaggie begins to cry. She wanted to tell you for so long! She really, really did, but she didn't know how! You hold her close, slipping down onto the floor with her letting her cry on your shoulder.

"I didn't want to keep this part of me a secret, but there was so much risk in people knowing-- if they would directly come for you, I just... I couldn't risk your safety if you knew what I truly was. I love you so much, I just wanted to keep us safe."

Husk

The glass he had been wiping down would've shattered on the ground had his tail not caught it. His wings instinctively fluff up, setting the cup on a rack with the rest of the clean, empty glasses.

"Didja have to get up there to tell me this?" He clears his throat deeply, gesturing wildly to ask what you were doing. You, currently perched on top of the bar counter on your knees cupping his face.

"Yeah!" You chirp with a grin. Husk sighs, grabbing you by the waist and hefting you down and off the countertop. He doesn't say a word when your legs wrap around his waist and your arms slide around his shoulders. His cold nose presses to your cheek and he chuckles softly, utterly happy and in love.

"You're a dork, huh, hun? But you're my dork." Husk purrs softly, pulling you in for a brief kiss.

Angel Dust

Owlishly, he stares at you. That confusion melts into a genuine smile and a soft chuckle. His third set of arms materializes, tugging you in by your hips while the other two wrap around your shoulders and waist respectively. Pressing his soft cheek to yours, he affectionately nuzzles you with a laugh.

"You're full of surprises, ain't ya, toots? Y-you're my everything, baby. My world. The one light in this whole damned darkness I call my life."

Vox

He was expecting something much different from you when you climbed into his lap, turning his attention away from his displayed monitors. Red eyes flickering, he's confused when you grasp both sides of his monitor screen. This is new...?? Vox's gaze widens as you finish your statement, chuckling deeply. Covering your hands in his, he places your hand to his chest where his dead heart would still be beating. You make him feel alive, no heartbeat and all.

"Fuck, baby, that's pretty cheesy. But I liked it." Vox grins, red dripping from the corners of his mouth. "C'mere, sweets. Wanna kiss ya."

Blitzø

Why do you have to say some of the cutest shit? Ugh, it makes his heart feel all weird and he's not sure how to react, but he does appreciate it nonetheless, especially with the two of you being alone. You know he's been working on his emotions, trying to do better. When he can't find the words to say, he nuzzles your palm softly and gives you a wobbly smile before harshly rubbing at his eyes.

"Th-thank you, ah, fuck.. Why am I crying? Must be a damn ninja chopping some fuckin' onions somewhere." He sniffles, deeply sighing. He grasps your hand in his, squeezing it softly. "I'm not sure if the world is a large enough example.. To, y'know, express my love or whatever.."

Loona

She's pretty taken aback by your statement, a soft blush staining her cheeks. Her tail gives a little wag and she smiles. Bending down to your height, she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, her hand slipping into yours.

"You're such a sap, babe, but I love you too. You're my world as well. C'mon, let's see what kind of chaos Beel is having at her party tonight. Not every day I can show off how amazing my partner is."

Striker

Saying that he's surprised is an understatement. He recovers quickly, a smirk curling up his lips and he chuckles softly. He kisses each of your palms, gently removing them from his face. He tugs you in close, tail swaying behind him. Tilting your chin up, his claw running along your lower lip. He leans in close, lips only inches away. His voice noticeably deepens.

"You're sweeter than pie, ain't ya, sugar? Got my heart and stomach all twisted in knots like somethin' awful. I'm not the best with words but I'd be happy to show ya just how much your tender sentiment is mutual. If you'll have me."

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[iicarused]

🐭🌷 || GOD YES, I just want a night warmed by a fire camp, the whiskey on our throat and his kiss on the forhead. I want to pass the night listening to him singing and playing his guitar far from everyone and under a starlit sky. Just sweet words and gentle touches.

(LMAO THE THIRST HAS STARTED, SO SORRY)

And you know what? Reader and Striker are not in a relationship, they are just really intimate — that platonically kind of love in which you simply want to be by eachother's side and never leave. Maybe Striker hasn't confessed because he is afraid that being close to him will just hurt you, but at the same time he can't alienate you from his life because he loves you and so he will just plays his guitar for you, hoping that somehow his words will reach your heart

you are killing me actually, i’m perishing, withering, unable to contain myself striker is just so husband

you know what he does and you know that there is blood on his hands, caught in a web of playing grim reaper for the sinners of hell. but you don’t care because he’s your striker, he’s your man who promises each night that you will not suffer the same fate.

he cooks for you, cleans the house, brings in food, and takes you to see the world of hell. you guys are not dating. he built you your dream home, he hauled in all the furniture for you to make it a home, and he sings to you every sunday night under the stars. you guys are not dating. striker whispers sweet nothings while you are wrapped around his arms, his lips pressing against the plush of your skin between each word. you guys are not dating.

he loves you so much that he cannot bring himself to ask you to be his — because that means tying you to an unwanted life of slander and running away.

that’s brings you into a life of hopping motels and praying that you see the next day

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[crystalofmoon19]

Childhood Friends - Striker x Female Imp! Reader Headcannons

This is not a request, I still have more to go, but I wanted to make these headcannons so that you have something to read in what ended with the requests. Enjoy!

● You were a small female imp who lived happily with your large family in Wrath, every year your parents took you and your little siblings to travel to the other side of Wrath, to celebrate the Harvest Moon Festival.

● You loved the celebration, you watched in amazement as your parents participated in the pain games, you also wanted to participate but they told you that you were too young to participate. That's why they left you and your little siblings in a muddy area while they were in the care of your tired grandpa (who didn't take long to fall asleep.)

● You, for your part, decided to play in the mud with your little siblings and other children who were near you, but from one moment to the next your mud pies were trampled by someone. When you looked up you saw him.

● A young Striker who looked to be your own age approached you to stomp on your mud pies and tease you, saying that girls shouldn't play in the mud; that boy didn't look like any imp you had seen before and he had features of a snake demon because of his ringed green eyes and the spikes that were around his tail gave him away as a hybrid.

● But you were not going to allow this snake boy to treat you badly, so you decided to kick his foot so that he stumbled to the ground, immediately he pulled the braids of your hair. You screamed but you bit him on the arm and he let out a kind of snake-like scream; It didn't take long for you and Striker to fight each other while the other kids started a mud fight.

● Your mother and Striker's mother (who was a snake demon) had to separate them to stop fighting, and yet he mocked you by sticking out his blue tongue and you also did the same with your tongue. Striker was forced by his mother to come forward with his name and apologize to you, but you knew he was a bad boy.

“Shut up, you dumb girl!”

“Look who's talking, snake boy!”

● Years passed, as your family continued to travel to celebrate the Harvest Moon Festival, which meant that you had to meet Striker every year. He always found a way to annoy you, after all Striker when he was little was a very problematic child and you, being a very brave girl, made them always fight.

● Striker always found a way to annoy you, whether he was making fun of your braids or your love of music (where he said music was stupid to annoy you). You in response called him “snake boy” to emphasize that he was a hybrid and told him that his breath was stinky.

● However there was something that you and Striker had in common, and that was that you liked getting into trouble, you once decided to free the hellish pigs from the town ranch and Striker surprisingly supported you in doing this. And although this caused both of you to be punished by your parents, it didn't take away from the fact that you two make a great team despite everything.

● Another way in which you and Striker managed to become friends was that you started placing bets on the competitors of the games of pain every year, Striker thought that he would easily beat you in this, but the truth is that you managed to be tied in his bets and this made Striker impressed with you.

● As time passed, you and Striker put aside your enmity to have a friendly rivalry between you, you also learned to respect each other's tastes, you supported Striker to be a cowboy like he always wanted since he was a child and he supported passion for the music. (In fact he learned to play the guitar only because you did it to sing your melodies.)

● When you became teenagers, Striker began to see you with different eyes, you were no longer the annoying girl he had known as a boy, now you had developed a curvy body and your hips widened; You were considerably prettier now and he became taller, stockier and his teeth along with the spikes on his tail were sharper. Striker started to develop feelings for you.

● Now that Striker had become old enough to compete in the pain games, and he was more than willing to impress you, what he didn't expect was that you wanted to participate too.

“Why do you want to compete, Y/N?”

“I always wanted to enter since I was a little girl, I want to prove myself in the games!”

“Well, I hope you're prepared, you won't have it easy."

“Let's see who wins in the end, Striker!”

“Do you want to bet, Y/N?”

"What do you want to bet?"

“If I win the games, you will do my farm chores for a week.”

“Okay, but if I won the games, you will take care of my little siblings this weekend.”

“Okay, deal?”

"Deal!”

● You competed in the pain games with Striker, and now that you had grown up they no longer seemed to be as exciting as you thought, because now measuring your strength against strangers, going through obstacle areas and fighting with others was not the most pleasant feeling. You definitely didn't like the games but you still weren't going to give up so easily.

● Striker on the other hand performed very well in the games, showing little to no difficulty in competition, but he always had his eyes on you.

● You gave your best effort in the pain games, you resisted quite well, but your body did not say the same. So there came a point where you fainted in the middle of the competition because you were so tired.

● Striker surprisingly came to look for you when you fainted and carried you in his arms to take you to your family.

● Hours passed until you woke up with your mother again, she scolded you that you had pushed yourself too hard but she was calm that you were okay, when you asked your mother what happened she told you that Striker had carried you home; you remembered the bet.

● That's why you wanted to talk to Striker but you didn't need to call him, because he came into your room as soon as your mother gave him permission to do so and left you two alone.

“Striker! I know about the bet, I lost, I promise I will do your farm chores as soon as I recover…”

“No need, I didn’t win the games either, Y/N.”

“What, you didn't win? Did you…?”

Striker nodded before you even finished saying your question.

“Did you leave the competition for me?”

“And I would do it again.”

● Before Striker said anything, you smiled at him and gave him a big hug that he gladly reciprocated. What he didn't expect was that you would place a kiss on his cheek and it made Striker's cheeks blush and now he could be compared to a complete imp.

“Thank you, Striker.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

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.

•••

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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