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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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everlastlady · 10 months

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Hello 👋 thanks for the follow so I've been reading lots of amazing Striker fics and stumbled upon yours will it be okay if I request a Striker x Target Reader ( Female)

Summary: Striker fails once again to assassin Stolas and takes a swing in a bar, gets a call from a different royal business it can be your oc or a random name that they're target is the Reader but Striker seems to be interested in this one because the reader doesn't tolerate or fall for Striker's actions. Like a cat and mouse game between them until the reader develops feelings for him and actually let's Striker take her in but Striker on the other hand does something else turns behinds the royals back and goes on the run saving the reader. In the end he's alone until he stumbles with her again but makes him smile instead of fighting he smile because it's been long enough that he had to run away from many places they both hold hands and hug.

Hope it's not too long and you can always decline. Keep up the good work and thank you ❤️

It's not to long but I believe I made this story long because I had to much fun writing it. So I hope you enjoy it, I'm going write a part 2 because that's how much I enjoyed writing it so this was a long write because the original is 5109 words.

Characters: Striker, Rosemary (oc), & Damien (oc)

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Striker X Reader Part One: Runaways

“ Thanks, Doc. “ Striker said as he watched Rosemary finish patching him up. “ No problem. But you need to be careful. For a highly trained assassin you sure do get roughed up. “ Rosemary said, while letting out a soft chuckle. Striker stared at the stitches then let out a low hiss. “ Those little vermin are good but not as good as me. “ Striker said, smirking. Rosemary set her chart down and walked over as she stared at Striker. Striker looked at her and Rosemary raised her hand and flicked him in the forehead. “ Ow! What the fuck was that for. “ Striker said, covering his face and mumbling. “ That is what will happen if you pop those stitches again. Anyway, in time to pay up I need to close up and leave. “ Rosemary smiled as her plant-like tail swung. '' Fine here you go. “ Striker handed the plant demon woman the money and got off the bed. “ Don’t worry I won’t pop them. I’ll try to take it easy. “ Striker said, while watching Rosemary count the money. '' For someone who helps assassins and criminals like me. You sure have no worries when it comes to relationships so are you going to tell me who this special someone is. “ Striker said, as he had seen Rosemary’s phone and saw an unknown number send a green and blue heart emoji. Rosemary grabbed her phone with her tail and placed the phone in her purse. “ None of your business. But yes my work is dangerous but I can still balance what my partner calls a work life balance. Anyway now shoo I’m already going to be late for the date they had planned and remember don’t pop those stitches or I’m going to pop your head. “ Rosemary shoved Striker outside the door and closed it. Striker stood there for a moment and looked at the door. He let out a chuckle. “ Have fun darlin’. “ Striker walked towards the pole where Bombproof was and got on top of his horse. “ I’ll get a drink and find some hotel to kick back in. “ Striker hit Bombproof with his tail as the two rode to the saloon called the Broken Jaw, a place for criminals, assassins, hitmen, and just the worst of the worst. Striker got off of Bombproof. “ I’ll be quick buddy. “ Striker pets Bombproof on the nose and walked inside of the bar. He didn’t care if people stared at him. Striker had a reputation around this bar and it was you can look but if you touch, you are getting shot and Striker had a pretty big head count here.

“ Damien, how are you and can I get my usual ? “ Striker said, as he sat down and grunted a bit, still feeling tired and beaten up from earlier. The sleep demon nodded his head and made Striker his drink as he let out a yawn. “ You look pretty fucked up what happened? “ Damien asked while he took the money from Striker. “ I don’t really wanna go into details. But at least I won’t have to deal with the blue blood and those vermin for a while. “ Striker took a sip from his drink while Damien chuckled. Striker’s phone started to ring as he grabbed his tail. “ Hello? Listen I can’t take a job right now, I’m pretty beat up right now and my doctor recommended I- wait you’ll pay me how much? Well why didn’t you say so. Alright just send me the picture of the target and I’ll kill them for you and deliver their head. “ Striker placed his phone back in his pocket as Damien looked at Striker. “ Sounds like a good job. “ Damien said, while cleaning the glass. “ Good? No, this man is offering more than that screeching bitch. This money could help me finish rebuilding the ranch and maybe even take a vacation. “ Striker chuckled and took a sip from his drink. “ I know the doc will kill me if I pop my stitches but she’ll get paid a lot and I’ll give you a big tip too Damien. “ Striker grinned. “ That would be nice you’re the only one who tips me, I used to have another guy but you shot him. “ Damien said, while pouring Striker another drink. “ He should have kept my mother’s name out of his mouth. “ Striker mumbled and sipped on the drink. “ But here you go. I should go and rest up, I’ll need to prepare since I’ll be killing this target. “ Striker felt his phone buzz and looked at the picture, he smirked and showed Damien the picture. “ This is the target? Ha! I might as well just track them today and shoot them dead in the face.

Striker laughed to himself as he handed Damien some money. His lavender claws reached out and grabbed the money. “ Have a nice night Striker. “ Damien smiled. As Striker got up and left, he glanced at the picture of you. You were his target, he assumed that he could easily use his charms on you and then kill you since the client named Devon wanted your head. He literally wanted your head. “ Maybe I could use the money to get some new weapons, let’s head home buddy, we gotta rest up because we have a big job tomorrow. “ Striker jumped back on Bombproof as he rode off with Bombproof towards a hotel. “ This one doesn’t look too bad, let’s go find somewhere to put ya. “ Striker ended up putting Bombproof somewhere nice and cozy. Striker stepped into the hotel and looked around. It was your average hotel, nothing too fancy or run down. He was sure that he would get a goodnight sleep. He walked up to the front desk and signed some papers so that he could have a room. He paid for his room and grabbed the key. He tilted his hat at the desk clerk and walked away. Striker heads to his hotel room and unlocked the door. He walked inside and looked around the room and laughed. “ Great! No piss stains or puke stains in the carpet. “ Striker walked over to the bed and looked at the bed. “ Hopefully no bed bugs. Alright time to shower, clean my weapons, and rest. I wonder what blade (Y/N) would like against their neck. “ Striker chuckled and walked away to take a shower but was careful because he did not want Rosemary to flick him in the head. Those long black nails made him shiver. After finishing up his shower. Striker dried off and changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and sat down on the bed. While he looked at the different blades he had. “ This one is pretty. “ Striker smirked and decided to go with a simple hunting blade. He put away his weapon and reached over - he switched off the light and as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep. The next morning, Striker was up and went to go get breakfast. He wanted to have enough energy when he got you. Striker stepped into the diner and sat down, he picked up the menu and scanned through it. “ Hello, there my name is (Y/N) . What can I get you? “ Striker’s eyes widened and he set down the menu, his eyes looked up and he saw you. He did his best to contain his excitement. “ I’ll take a black coffee and maybe if you ~ “ He shot you a wink. “ A coffee it is. “ You said, with a blank expression and walked away. Striker sat there like a goldfish with his mouth open.

“ H-How… “ He was at a loss for words. How did you not fall for his charm? His targets always fell for his charm but now things were different. Even if he assumed that you were dating or married. His targets always fell for him. You walked over with the coffee and set it down. “ Anything else I can get you? “ You said. “ And don’t say another pick up line, I don’t have time to deal with creeps like you. “ You said, with a soft glare. Striker stared at you and for the first time he was speechless but he should order food. “ Eggs and bacon. “ He said, with a defeated sigh. “ Good. I’ll be back with your meal. “ You gave him a smile and walked off. Striker was captured but your smile. He looked down at the table. He pulled out his phone and glanced at the picture of you. The client who asked him to kill you didn’t say why they wanted you dead. His clients usually didn’t tell him. Why they wanted someone dead and he didn’t care because money was money but he didn’t kill kids that was his one golden rule and he had his reasons. “ Here’s your food hon. “ You set the plate down and Striker tried his best to put his phone away. You raised an eyebrow and shook your head walking away. Wasn’t your business since you usually dealt with weird people. Striker watched you walk away and started poking his food. “ Shit… now I need a new plan. “ And he wasn’t going to cause a scene at this diner. He sat there eating his food and drinking the black coffee. He probably needed a new tactic, maybe he should impress you or compliment you. Striker finished his coffee and food. He watched you walk over with the bill, he took a deep breath and smiled. “ I’m sorry. I was acting like a creep earlier darlin’, I just ain’t ever seen a pretty demon like you in a long time. “ He said, trying to sound sincere. “ It’s not a problem but if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work. “ You said, and turned around but Striker grabbed your hand and placed something in it. “ Here you go, just for you and your wonderful service. “ Striker had given you $40. You looked at him and smiled. “ Thanks, I guess that you aren’t so bad. “ You said, while slipping the money into your pocket.

“ Glad you don’t think of me as a bad man, darlin’ because I’m more than a bad man, I’m a dangerous man. “ Striker said, while smirking and shooting you finger guns. You let out a laugh which made Striker blush, hearing you laugh made him feel all warm inside. “ Hey, I get off work in an hour. Do you want to hangout? I'm kinda new in Hell and have been wanting to hangout with some people. “ You said, smiling at Striker. “ Oh, you’re one of those sinners, interesting I don’t meet much of ya, but sure we can hangout right after you finish up work. “ He said. “ Good, I’m giving you a chance so don’t try anything funny. “ You said, in a stern voice and shot him a wink then walked off. Striker sat there as he felt his heart race. He had never felt this way about someone. He was usually the one making others blush and flustered. But here was dumbfounded on how you could make him feel this way. He was so excited to hangout with you that he forgot that he was supposed to kill you. Striker got up and waited outside. He lit a cigarette and started to smoke. He watched the door open and watched you walk out. “ Howdy. “ Striker said, with a small nod. “ Howdy. “ You said, mimicking his accent. Striker chuckled and shook his head. “ So (Y/N), I hope that I ain’t crossing a line but how did you end up in Hell? It’s always interesting to learn how sinners like you end up in this fucked up place? “ Striker walked with you towards his horse as you explained how you ended up in Hell. “ Wow, that is an interesting tale, do you miss the human world? “ He asked, while helping you on his horse. You snort and laugh. “ No, I like Hell better than the human world but I do miss some of my friends and family. One of my friends who also ended up here told me, I had a nice funeral. That my parents hadn’t changed anything in my room. “ You gave a sorrowful smile. Striker smiled and nodded. “ Family is a nice thing to have, I miss mine but I’ve been doing good on my own. “ Striker also had a sorrowful smile. “ Hold on tight. “ Striker smacked Bombproof’s bum with his tail and the two of you rode off. You held onto Striker as you were impressed by his horse and how he could stay on. Striker had brought you to a beautiful area in the Wrath ring of Hell. The both of you watching the lava flow like a river. “ I come here a lot. It’s beautiful at night. The glow is nice and warm. “ He said and lit another cigarette.

“ Do you want a cigarette? “ He said, looking at you but you shook your head. “ No, I don’t smoke. “ You said, and looked at the lava flowing. Striker nodded as he finished smoking and flicked the cigarette into the lava. “ Do you drink? “ Striker asked. “ Not really. “ You said, while picking up a rock and tossing it into the lava. “ Here, take a sip of this. I brewed it myself. “He handed you his flask. You took and opened it as you took a sip. The liquor was strong but had a smooth taste and it reminded you of your favorite fruit. You took a couple of more sips as Striker let out a chuckle. “ Don’t drink it all too quickly darlin’. “ Striker said. You hand him back the flask and he takes a sip. “ I’ll make sure to bring you a bottle next time we hangout. “ Striker said, as he looked at you. Like he was hoping for you to agree to hangout with him next time. He surely was forgetting that he needed to kill you. “ Sure, you haven’t been acting like a creep and I’m starting to enjoy your company. You also haven’t killed me yet. “ You said, with a smirk. Striker was confused for a second then he remembered but he was still confused for a bit. “ How did you know? “ Striker said. “ You don’t think I know when some rich asshole I used to date is trying to kill me. He always tries to find ways to kill me and I always escape. It’s why I’m saving up enough money so I can get out of this place. Move somewhere far where they can’t find me. “ You said, looking down. “ Their upset because I dumped them. I caught them cheating on me and they kept promising me that they wouldn’t but they kept breaking it. To the point they just told me to deal with it because I’ll always be their special pet, like what the fuck. “ You said. As you clench your fist. Striker wasn’t one to dabble in his client's business or listen to his targets. But hearing now why your ex wanted you dead. Made Striker shake his head, how petty and childish. Striker never really dated but if he was getting cheated on. He would be upset if someone broke up with him. He wouldn’t kill them. “ I’m sorry that he’s making your life a shitty place. And I’m sorry that I’m helping with that. I don’t really ask questions when someone pays me to take someone out. “ Striker said. “ Don’t worry, I understand if I had the same job as you. I’d do the same. But thanks for not killing me or is it too late to say that? “ You glanced up at him.

Striker looked at you and took off his hat, as he held to his chest. He would think for a second was he willing to give up money to have a friendship with you. But this feeling didn’t feel like friendship. He stared off as he placed his hat on your head and walked off. You stood there confused and looked at his horse Bombproof who seemed to also have the same confused look. Striker hadn’t returned for hours and you were laying on Bombproof while gossiping about people from your workplace. Bombproof seemed to understand and would let out little sounds. You both heard footsteps and saw that Striker had returned. You and Bombproof looked up as Striker sat down next to you. “ Let’s run away. “ He said. You sat up confused and looked at Striker. “ What? “ You said., “ Let’s run away, far from here." Striker said.

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