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redr0sewrites · 2 months

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Striker x Reader General Hcs

guysguysguys plsssss hes soooo- cowboys r a guilty pleasure of mine

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, switch!striker, riding + face riding, oral, somno

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

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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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strikersexhaver · 2 months

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What if Striker tries to wrestle with reader then things get interesting when he pins them down which causes reader to moan?

During your common wrestling match, you made a mistake. A mistake he'll never let you live down. Weapons were not allowed, it was only fists, which was fine with you- as a fighter yourself, you were all up for the challenge. It was going well, you were up there with him- on his same level and speed. A punch to the jaw, a kick to the stomach, jabs all back and forth between you two. You clocked him in the face which he had a loud groan of pain in response to, he growled and took your hands pinning you to the wall. He was going to chuckle, to taunt you for losing- until he heard a moan. "..." "..." Usually this makes him very uncomfortable, but for you to do it... "Darlin', what the FUCK are ya' into?" He smirked. He wrapped his tail around your legs with his legs around your waist as he sat on top of you. "Ya' coulda just said ya' wanted somethin' more than justa tussel suga'..." He winked.

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theclownpuppet · 4 months

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more of these losers ‼️‼️ HAPPY HOLIDAYS FOLKS!!! ft my friend @litwiknart’s oc neff!

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river-mort · 3 months

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Finally created my art goetia Gremory - daughter of Vepar, who is mermaid, and Paimon, one of his form which looks like a goddamn flying eye. She study, seek and guarde ancient treasures but her main ability a future vision - ability noone in hell has, both blessing and curse. A limited, painful skill that also made her one of weakest demons because her other magic abilities are pretty weak.She became a constant target of kidnapping, and because of that she lives in isolated castle pretty far from everyone, only most powerful demons know about her existence. Even Stolas didnt know about her for a long time

I still should work on colors i think, but thats all i came with for few days of stressful tryings

#helluva boss #helluva boss striker #striker #striker x oc #helluva boss oc #goetia oc #original character #artists on tumblr #gremory #my art

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everlastlady · 5 months

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Request: This is... confusing so stay with me I'm so sorry 😭, but can I have headcanons or one-shot (or both👀) of a striker x female reader where the reader is beezlebub daughter? Like this is an au where the reader is an imp and she's royalty demon, ig backstory bee had and ex and had an imp kid with him and he died and like vortex is her new step dad, since striker Hates royals how would he react to this? (I'm so sorry feel free to ignore but I really love if you could write this 😭🩷)

The Daughter Of My Enemy

✧- Author's Note: This is a request.Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✧- Word Count: 1778

✧- Contains: Semi asshole Striker, Fem Reader, Verosika, Sweet Moments, Tears, & Comfort.

“ Let’s get this party fucking started! “ (Name) yelled. She looked down at all her party guests who were living it up. While (Name’s) mother Beelzebub was on a honeymoon. (Name) decided to throw a party. (Name) walked down the stairs as she watched as everyone was drinking, eating, and chatting it up. Everyone was living it up and that’s how (Name) liked it. Her phone started to buzz. She pulled it out and looked at the text that appeared on her screen; she grinned as her best friend Verosika said. That she was on her way. (Name) couldn’t wait to see her friend because she had missed her so much. Verosika was the first person to treat (Name) with kindness. Not many people were kind to her since she was part imp and most people that did like her. Only liked her because her mom was Beezlebub which meant parties, status, and money. (Name) can’t even remember her father and doesn’t really want to since he hasn’t bothered to wish her a happy birthday in so many years or even visit. Besides (Name) was happy with her step dad Vortex. He taught her to love herself and protect herself. He was also a fun dad who sometimes took her out shopping, to games, and even taught her how to dance at her first Hellhound party. So she hoped that he was enjoying himself with her mother on the honeymoon. (Name) walked over to the bar to get herself a drink. She would say hello to her guests and ask them how they were doing. “ Heyy bitch! “ Verosika called out. (Name) turned around and smiled. “ Verosika! “ (Name) squealed and ran over to her best friend. The two hugged each other and laughed. Giving each other a kiss on both cheeks before pulling away. “ You look hot~ “ Verosika said, looking up and down at your outfit. “ Oh, come on, you are literally from Lust, you look the hottest. I love your shoes. They really go with the jacket. “ (Name) said.

While this chatting was going on. (Name’s) eyes landed on the imp that stood near Verosika he was wearing a black turtleneck and gray pants. He had a drink in his hand while he seemed to be just observing the party. “ Is this the friend you were talking about? “ (Name) said. Verosika looked towards Striker and nudged him. “ Yeah, this is Striker, and Striker this is (Name) “ Verosika said. “ Please to meet ya, this quite some party you have going on. The alcohol is not really my taste but it’s better than what they have down in Wrath. “ Striker said while rolling his eyes. “ Well we have other options at the bar if it’s not to your liking partner~ “ (Name) smirked while mocking his accent. “ Verosika said you were pretty, but she didn’t tell me that you were also funny. Your accent could use a bit of work though. “ Striker chuckled while hissing. “ Well hopefully you’ll stick around long enough so I can work on it. “ (Name) said while tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “ I’ll go see what I can get a Wrath person like you. “ (Name) winked and walked off. Striker watched as (Name) walked towards the bar.

“ Wow, Ver, she truly is a beautiful and funny one at best. “ Striker said while he continued to eye (Name). “ Don’t get your hopes up too high. “ Verosika said. As she bats away someone who tried to hit on her. “ Why does she have a boyfriend? “ Striker asked. Verosika shook her head. “ Does she like women? “ Striker asked and tilted his head. “ No, do you even know where we're at? “ Verosika asked and took off her sunglasses. “ Yes, we're in Gluttony. “ Striker proudly said. “ Yes, but this place belongs to Beelzebub the queen B and that’s her daughter over there. “ Verosika said pointing towards (Name) who looked frustrated trying to find a drink for Striker. “ No, that can’t be true, she looks like an imp. Kinda… “ Striker said. “ Her dad was an imp who got with Beelzebub but the father walked out on them. So please don’t insult my friend or do anything stupid. “ Verosika glared at Striker. The cowboy imp looked at (Name) and then at Verosika. “ Y-Yeah, I won’t. “ Striker said, he watched as (Name) came back over. “ Here you go a high tide cactus, hope you like it. “ (Name) handed Striker the drink. He took the glass while eyeing (Name) and took a sip, his golden eyes widened as he quickly drank the whole thing down. “ That was good! “ He really wanted another. “ Glad, you liked it. I made it myself, maybe I’ll rename it and call it the Striker. “ (Name) grinned.

Striker really didn’t like royals for personal reasons, he never had a chill conversation with them and thought they were snobbish but (Name) was sure changing his views. “ A drink named after me, I would like that, hey if you make money off it make sure you give me a cut. “ Striker said. “ A handsome cowboy mascot with a drink named after him, well he would make a cute mascot. “ (Name) teased and looked at Striker. “ Glad you like the drink, there is barely a drop left in the glass. Let's get something to eat! “ (Name) shouted. “ You guys go on ahead. I see that bitch Becky here and if she’s going to slander me on social media then I’m going to slander her at the party. “ Verosika said. And walked off. “ I forgot Becky was here, oh well shall we go eat? “ (Name) said smiling as she looked at Striker. “ Sure hon, let’s see what your beehive has to offer. “ Striker said. (Name) took Striker’s hand and quickly walked off with him. He did his best to keep up with her as (Name) zipped through the crowd and made it to the table that was filled with food and snacks. “ Pick what ya like, my mom always taught me that you could never have too much. “ (Name) said, while placing a couple of snacks on her plate. Striker looked at the food before deciding on what to grab. He hasn’t had a decent meal in a long time so everything looked delicious. So he began to pile his plate as well. Before following (Name) outside to the backyard he sat with her near the bonfire. “ Ah, it’s such a beautiful night, don’t you agree. “ (Name) said and took a bite out of the chicken wing. Striker looked up at the sky and smiled. “ Yeah, so hey do you always enjoy this party lifestyle, doesn’t it tire you out? “ Striker asked. (Name) wiped her mouth with a napkin. “ Sometimes, it’s why I don’t really throw parties. When I’m not partying, I like to read books, have small gatherings with close friends, or go shopping with my step dad, he’s the best. “ (Name) smiled. “ Sometimes my mom and I will go out to do something fun. “ (Name) picked up her drink. “ So you are demon royalty, how's that and being part imp since yeah know we get a bad rep. “ Striker said he wanted to see if she was like the rest.

“ Some people are nice and some aren’t especially when they discover not only are you part imp but your step dad is a Hellhound. My mom and dad always tell me that I shouldn’t be bothered by what others say, and that’s true but there is so much I take it’s actually why I threw this party. “ She said let out a sad chuckle. “ When I party and drink, all that sadness goes away; sometimes I wish the different demon races can get along and be respected. But I guess not everything is a fairytale. “ (Name) rolled her eyes. “ I just feel like I don’t belong anywhere because of the comments people make. “ (Name) pushed away her plate. “ I’m not hungry anymore… “ (Name) hugged her legs to her chest. “ Listen, I don’t really like demon royalty… “ Striker said. “ Great, another person who doesn’t like me! “ (Name) said, hot tears streaming down her face. “ Listen, just listen, I don’t like demon royalty but I know how it feels to feel like you don’t belong anywhere. To have people call you names and make you feel less, I also wish that we can all get along but you’re right not everything is a fairy tale, but hey there are some people in Hell who I guess see us all as equals. I mean your mom who is queen Beelzebub is dating a Hellhound. I know an imp who is dating demon royalty. Never know how many low class demons could be fucking with the rich. I think you are an amazing girl, hell I think your fucking beautiful. I really like your eyes, horns, and hair. “ Striker spoke as his face heated up.

(Name’s) face heated up as Striker spoke. “ You ain’t like those rich assholes, and maybe I shouldn’t assume every rich royal demon is an asshole, you are one of the good ones and your parents are right you shouldn’t give a shit what people say, because there ain’t nothing wrong with ya. “ Striker said as his tail whipped a bit. “ Now can we eat together? I would really like to get to know ya more beautiful. “ Striker smiled, showing his golden fang. (Name) wiped away her tears and smiled and nodded. The night continued on as Striker and (Name) talked the two of them laughing and telling each other about one another. The party had ended and people were leaving. “ I’ll be there in a sec Ver. “ Striker said, as Verosika walked towards her car. Striker turned back towards (Name) who said her goodbyes to the last party guest. “ Hey (Name)? “ Striker looked at her. “ Hm? “ (Name) looked at Striker. “ I was wondering if I could get your number, I wanna continue to get to know you more and if it’s not an issue maybe I can take you out next week say on Friday? “ Striker looked at (Name) and held out his phone. “ I would really like that Striker. “ (Name) fingers brushed up against Striker’s when she took his phone and entered her number. “ Hey, thank you for talking to me, I can’t wait to see you again. “ (Name) kissed Striker on the cheek before walking back inside. Striker got into the car and Verosika pulled off. “ So did you enjoy your first party in Gluttony? “Verosika asked. Striker stared down at his phone looking at (Name’s) number, soon he got a message from her he opened it seeing a hey with a heart, Striker smiled. “ Yeah, I did. “

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minimanuke · 19 days

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Commision!

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one-smuts · 2 years

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You've been a ranch hand with Millies family for years, and are none to pleased when they hired on a new guy for "extra help." even less pleased when he turnes out to be a massive douche bag. an incredibly sexy and charasmastic douche, but a douche none the less. you want him to think that you want nothing to do with him. but the walls at the farm are thin, and you rearely keep track of what your saying when you're in the heat of the moment. that's when the truth of the matter really comes out.

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Honestly there is not nearly enough striker smut out there and it is a crime. so let me try to get the ball rollin. reader is Afab and Fem, an imp, and as always, requets are open ;)

"Son of a bitch!!" You yelled as the Hell Hog threw you off. And right as you got an opening too. "I swear to Satan, I will gut you." You growled to yourself as you charged for the animal again. You didn't get very far though. Of course Striker has to show you up, jumping in to "help you out" and slicing the pigs throat easily, stealing your thunder in the process.

"Well that hog was one tough son of a bitch, huh Y/n?" He asked you with his signature mischievous grin. In your mind you always heavily equated him to a con man. He went over to offer you a hand up, but you brushed it away and got up on your own.

"Yea, whatever Striker."

"Well now darlin', you sound pissed! And why's that?" He smirked, cocking his head to the side as if he didn't already know the answer. Ever since Lin and Joe hired him to help around the farm, he'd taken a great pleasure In showing you up whenever he could. Maybe because you were a woman. maybe because he didn't like not being the only farm hand. Maybe it was just because he found you adorable whenever you got angry. Doesn't matter why, really. You just wish he'd knock it the fuck off.

"I had it handled you know." You said, answering his question without answering it.

"Oh, yea. You really had things handled from the ground." He laughed, "really had the upper hand there."

"I only missed my opening because you distracted me!"

"By being so handsome?" He smirked.

"By being so annoying. What were you yellin' about anyway?" You asked.

"I was tryna see if you had the hog slaughtered yet. The answer was no, by the way."

You rolled your eyes as you hoisted the hog onto your shoulder. Being an imp, the damn thing was almost twice your size, and you struggled with its weight. But knowing Striker was just waiting for you to buckle so he could come in and "save your ass" once again gave you the spite needed to haul it into the kitchen.

"Oh, Y/n!" Ms.Lin sighed as she saw you toss dinner onto the counter to be skinned. "Now why in the 7 rings would you carry that in here all by yourself? Wasn't Striker out there to help?"

You sighed and grit your teeth, knowing Ms.Lin met well. You had injured your shoulder a few days back. She just didn't want to lose another hand. "Don't worry Ms.Lin, I'm not made of sugar," You said as you let out a calming breath. "I've carried these fuckers in 1000 times before, I can keep doin it, on my own." You smiled.

She shook her head. "You know, you can accept help, right? It's kinda what we hired him for." Lin said as she crossed her arms and popped her hip.

"Then fire him." You retorted.

"I knew you were gunnin' for my job." Striker laughed as he walked In, "man, you should seen yourself, strugglin' to carry in that piglet." He snickered. "I wish I'd had thought to record it"

"Well, ya didn't scrub." You hoped, "now are you gonna help us skin this thing or what?"

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“Hey, Y/n? Quick question, what the fuck was that?” Sallie Mae asked you after dinner. You raised an eyebrow as you finished up the dishes and turned to her. “At dinner,” she added for clarification. “What the fuck was that at dinner?” You were still confused.

“What are you-” you started.

“With Striker.” Sallie groaned. Oh, she met THAT.

“That motherfucker kept kicking me under the table!” you burst. “He was tryna get a fucking rise outta me Sallie Mae, and it worked! What kind of elementary school bullshit was that! And then to act shocked when I kicked him back, who the fuck does he think he is?”

“Y'all we’re playin footsie under the table?” Sallie Mae asked as she crossed her arms. She looked unamused.

“What? No!” you protested. “Did ya not hear me Sallie? I said that cocksucker kicked me, it was full blown war under that table!”

“Mmhmm.” Sallie nodded, not very amused. “So you fuck him yet?” She smirked at your shocked face. Maybe you were oblivious to it, hell maybe even Striker was oblivious to it. But everyone else around you two could see a lot of your problems with each other could be solved with a solid hate fuck.

“Sallie Mae, I swear on all that I hold dear, if you were not my best friend, I would feed you to the Hell Hogs right now.” you growled at her, face flushed with either anger or embarrassment. Or, more likely, a mix of both. “Have I fucked him yet,” you scoffed, “Girl, you know I have standards!” you snapped as you walked away from the conversation, tail swishing angrily behind you.

Sallie wasn’t going to let you get away that easy though. She followed you. “Standards, huh?” Sallie laughed, “How’s that been working out for you lately, Ms.Sahara?” she would use your dry spell against you.

“Just fine thank you!” you snapped. “Even if I hadn’t gotten dick in years, I wouldn’t fuck that snake. Motherfucker has gone out of his way since he got here to disrespect me at every turn.”

“Maybe he thinks you have a degradation kink?” your friend offered.

“What the fuck about me screams degradation kink?” you scoffed.

“Your posture.”

“What?”

“People who want respect in bed dont stand like that Shug. everything about you screams ‘call me a slut daddy.’ I thought you knew that.”

You looked at your friend for a long time trying to figure out where she got off reading you like that. “I take offense to that.” you finally said. Sallie smirked.

“You're only offended cause it’s true, huh?”

“Shut up Sallie Mae.” you scoffed as you got to your room. “Look Hun, it’s been a long day, and I’m tired. I’d like to get to sleep.” you told her as you stretched to pop your back.

“Ok, well just answer this for me,” Sallie said, leaning in close to whisper to you. “Honestly, hand to Satan, have you never even thought about it?” She asked. Have you ever thought of it? What a stupid question, of course you had. You weren't too bitter to admit that Striker was an incredibly handsome imp. One that made you blush the first time you laid eyes on him, something not many men could say. Of course you imagined what fucking him would be like. But that was before he revealed himself to be an incredible ass.

“Not even once.” you said.

“Liar.” Sallie called you on your bluff. You rolled your eyes.

“Good night Sallie Mae.” you said as you closed your door in her face. You scoffed as you went over and plopped on your bed. Sallie had a lot of gaul to have that conversation with you. But, She’d had always been like that. It was why you loved her. Still. That bitch had gotten the thought of Striker stuck in your head.

There was no way in Satan's hell he would actually want you, right? If he did, he wouldn't have been such an ass about everything. This isn't middle school, you don't show a girl you like her by pulling her hair. Not that I would particularly mind if he pulled my hair. You thought. Then physically shook your head to get that thought out of it. No! No! Bad Y/n!! You’re only thinking like that cause you’re horny! You mentally chastised yourself.

Fuck, it really had been awhile, huh? A part of you considered dressing up and going out to a bar to try and get out of this dry spell. Then you remembered that you we’re in the Wrath Ring of hell, and that most of the guys here looked like inbred fuckin toads. Not all of em. Striker’s pretty. Fuck, you gotta get laid. Or at least off.

You hopped off your bed and went to your dresser, looking for old reliable. A small bright pink vibrator lovingly named Barbie. You smiled as it whirled to life in your hand. Who needs another imp when you have Barbie? You rid yourself of your torn jeans and got back on your bed, ready to get down to business. Your legs fell apart and you bit your lip as you started teasing your own clit. Involuntarily, an image of Striker entered your head, pinning you to the bed and running his fingers in between your folds. FUCK. This asshole couldnt even let you have your fucking fantasies. Well…fuck it. He’s already here, you already started, and who knows. Maybe it’ll help get him out of your head.

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Striker sat on his bed polishing his knife. And no actually, that's not a euphemism. The man was meticulous about weapon care. He heard you and Sallie talking outside of your room, and rolled his eyes to himself. These walls were impossibly thin, and he hated it. Especially having his room right next to yours, it made it hard for him to do any business on the phone. Couldn’t risk it.

He finished cleaning up his knife and put it back in its holster. He checked the time on his phone and considered turning in for the night. Being a farm hand sucked. He was never one for early mornings, but farm work demanded it. It was a not so small part of why he left the wrath ring to become a gun for hire. Murdering people was genuinely easier for him than getting up at 5 AM. He tossed his phone to the side and laid down.

“Striker.”

Then he heard the unmistakable sound of electricity coming from your side of the wall and instantly sat back up. No fuckig way. He’d been working on this farm for weeks now and had never heard this before. He was starting to think you were a prude. He laughed softly to himself. This was gonna be great ammo against you tomorrow. There was one highlight to being a farm hand, and that was getting to fuck with you every day. You were adorable when you got mad, and it was so easy to rile you up. He quickly decided if he couldn’t fuck you, he would just fuck with you and be content with that.

That caught his fucking attention. The last thing he expected to hear from the otherside of the wall was his name. He didn’t expect the effect it had on him either. Something about the way you sounded so desperate for him made his heart race and his dick ache.

“Striker..Striker please-”

Thank fucking Satan for thin and sin walls. Striker made a mental note to personally thank the king of hell for them. He could hear you so clearly, and yet he still found himself pressed against the wall to hear you better. His hand moved to the crotch of his pants. He plamed himself through the fabric to ease some of the pain. “Fuck darlin’” he groaned out, voice just above a whisper. He didn’t realize just how bad he wanted to fuck you until now.

“St-Striker, fuck me! Please! Fuck me-” you moaned breathlessley through the wall. That was in invitation if Striker had ever heard one.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Striker laughed as he made his way to your room. The panicked ‘meep!” he heard as he left confirmed to him that you did indeed hear him. He’d never been more thankful to share a wall with someone. He got to your door and knocked, then turned the knob experimentally. It was locked. You really were inviting him in, huh? He slipped through the door and could help but smile at the scene before him.

You were glowing with blush, blanket thrown haphazardly between your legs to give yourself some sense of modesty. A hot pink vibrator, slick and abandoned, at the foot of the bed. You were looking at him, but couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact with him. “Ya know darling,” Stiker said as he approached your bed. There was something dark in his eyes, “If you wanted me that bad you could have just asked. But I do appreciate the show ya just put on for me.” he chuckled.

“Why were you listening to me, you creep!” you lashed out in anger, trying to turn this on him and away from you. He didn’t take the bait. He laughed as he caged you into your bed, face just centimeters away from your own.

“It’s kinda hard not to when the whole farm can hear you begging me to fuck you darlin.” he chuckled softly as he ran a hand down your side. It sent shivers down your spine. “Now, the real question is; didja mean it? Or are you just the biggest tease in this ring of hell?” he asked, causing your face to heat up even more with desire.

“I meant it.” you said before your brain could stop you. Fuck it, maybe Sallie Mae was right. Strikers wicked grin alone could almost convince you of that. Stiker grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Good girl.” he said as he pushed his lips into yours. He tasted like coffee and nicotine. You shyly moved your hands to wrap them around his neck. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, finally releasing you of your kiss. His hands ran down to the hem of your shirt. “You got no idea how many nights I imagined doing this.” he rasped, taking your shirt off of you. His smirk only grew. “Black lace, huh? you really are a whore, aren't ya doll?” He tisked as he easily unclasped your bra and threw it to the floor. “They’re prettier than I imagined.” he praised as he ran his thumb over your hardening nipple.

“Are you going to shut up at any point in this?” you scoffed, finding yourself again as you pushed his jacket off his shoulders. You could feel his sculpted chest under his thin shirt and it excited you more than you wanted to admit.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it darlin’.” He grinned. He let you unbutton his vest and rid him of both it and his shirt.

“Mother fucker.” you whispered as you ran your hand along his toned chest. It was covered in scars, both healed and not so healed. You wanted to know the story behind every single one.

“Like what you see?” He asked. You could hear his tail rattling in anticipation. He was more excited for your approval than he was letting on,

“Very much so.” you smiled, finally finding the courage to look into his yellow green hypnotic eyes.

“Right answer.” he chuckled as his hand moved down your body. You tensed instinctively as he reached your cunt. “Fuck Darlin’, I knew you’d be wet, but i wasn’t expecting this wet.” he purred as his fingers ran across your folds. “All this for me?” He teased, fingers finding your clit with the quickness of an expert. You sheepishly nodded as you realized he’d definitely done this more than you had. “I knew you wanted me.” he said smugly as he began to rub circles into your clit, sending electricity soaring through your body.

“Ya like that, Slut?” the cowboy asked you. You nodded in response, focused on the pleasure he was giving you. Until he suddenly stopped.

“Striker!”

“Use your words Doll.” he warned.

“Yes, I liked it! I liked it so much, I kinda wanna punch you for stopping!” you hissed. Striker launched and continued his movements, much to your relief.

“And that's why you're my favorite.” he purred at you. His thumb had taken over rubbing your clit as his fingers began to work your pussy open. “Even when you’re the one in a compromised position, you never lose your fight.” It suddenly struck him that that was a little too intimate than he wanted to get at that moment. So he switched gears and fully pulled you under him. You gasped as you looked up at him. He was only on his knees on top of you, but he still seemed so much taller. It occurred to you just how much bigger than you he was.

“Ya know darlin’,” he stared as he leaned down to kiss your neck, “Ever since I laid eyes on you,” he began to trail kisses down your body. Your neck, your collar bone. Littering marks down your body, “I’ve wanted to know how you taste.” he groaned as he made it to his destination. Your body was on fire with anticipation. He spread your legs for him and let out a low whistle. “Never thought I’d see a cunt as pretty as yours.” he admitted as he kissed the inside of your thighs. He bit gently, sucking marks into your soft skin. He wanted whoever may be here next to know you were his first. Finally, he made his way to where you desperately wanted him most. He smirked at you one last time before licking at your clit.

Your whole body jolted at his touch, as if it was made to react to him and only him. He sucked at your clit as his fingers began to work you open. “Fuck Striker, how dare you be this good at head.” you groaned as your hands knocked his hat off and tangled into his hair. You could hear him laugh from in between your legs, but didn't really care. His fingers began to massage you from inside, quickly finding the spot that would surely make you see stars. “Fuck!” you gasped as your back arched and your legs tried to clamp around his head. Striker would be the one man you’d been with able to find the G-Spot.

He used his free hand to keep your legs open. “Careful now Sweetheart. You wouldn't want me to stop now would ya?” He asked in the most condescending tone you’d ever heard.

“Fuck, no! No, you asshole, don't stop.” you almost screamed when his fingers stopped moving. “You bitch! What the fuck did I just fucking say?!” you all but yelled at him.

“Say it nicely.” he grinned at you.

“Fuck you.”

“I know you want to Doll.”

“I'm going to kick you.”

“I’ll leave,” he threatened.

“Fuck no!” well that was more desperate than you wanted it to be. “No no! Don't leave! Just…Fuck, please don’t stop Sir! Please, I need you.” you moaned. You almost cried when not only did his fingers start going again, but he added a third.

“Good girl.” he praised, his head dipping back in between your legs. He began sucking harshly at your clit, massaging it with his tongue and tying the knot in your stomach tighter and tighter. Your hands found their way to his hair again, and you found yourself bucking into his face. You felt your body tense and your pussy flutter.

“Striker, I’m Close.”

“I know.” he muttered from between your legs.

“How?!”

“You’re not exactly hiding it sweetheart.” he laughed, picking up the pace ever so slightly, forcing you to forget the argument at hand as your vision exploded with stars and electricity ran through your body. “Fuck, fuckfuckfuck fuck!!” you yelled, your legs closing around his head and your hands pulling him closer. Striker realized he couldn't breathe, and decided that yes. This was how he wanted to die. With his fingers working you through your orgasam as he lapped up as much of you as he could. “Dear fucking Satan.” you moaned as you released the cowboy. Your legs still shook with the aftershock of your orgasam. It had been awhile since you had sex, yea. But it had been even longer since someone made you feel like that.

Striker smiled as he wiped his mouth and sat back up. “Feel good Sweetheart?” he purred to you. You nodded blissfully. He smiled and gently tucked a strand of your hair back. You nodded, your brain still unable to form words. “That's great Doll. We’re not done yet.” he informed you. “Good.” you chuckled, causing him to smile. You watched as he freed himself from his jeans, and couldn't help the blush that formed on your face. Of course, it wasn’t enough for him to just have a pretty face. Oh no, he had to have a pretty dick too.

“Fuck man, how’s it feel to be Satans favorite?” you huffed.

“Isn’t that more of a question for yourself, Gorgeous?” Striker asked as he pumped his dick a few times. He bit his lip as he looked down at your body. He wanted to remember every curve you had. Every scar, stretch mark, birthmark, everything. He wanted to own it. He wanted to own you. He dug his teeth into your neck as he began to push himself into your cunt. You screamed, the mix of pleasure and pain taking over your body as he sunk into your still sensitive cunt. You could feel him sucking a mark into your neck. You knew there would be questions in the morning. You didn’t care.

“Striker, God damn. You’re too fucking much.” you groaned, trying to turn your head to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“You feel so fucking good Y/n.” he breathed to you. “Like you were fucking made for me. Made to be a sleeve for my cock, made to be mine.” he growled. Fuck that alone send ice down your spine. You were not prepared for him to start moving, pumping into you like he was on a mission. He set a brutal pace. Your legs wrapped around his hips to keep up. You clawed into his back, determined to leave marks of your own on him. It was only fair.

His tail tangled with yours as his hand tangled into your hair. “I’ve been waiting for this for way too long” he huffed, “Do you know how many times I thought about bending you over and putting you in your fucking place? Shit darlin’ if i knew it would be this good i would have done it sooner.” he repositioned himself to stroke at the sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. It was too much.

You groaned and bit the fuck out his his shoulder, causing him to help, then laugh, but never falter in his thrusts. He was a professional after all. He pulled your hair, forcing you to release him. “Fuck darlin, we bitin’ now?” he laughed, as if he did not just leave a very prominent mark on your neck. “I-it’s only f-fair!” you argused, struggling to make coherent thoughts. He smiled almost softly and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck to you. “If ya gonna leave a mark on me, might as well go big or go home.” he challenged. He desperately wanted everyone to know what happened tonight. And while the thin walls would assure that for the people that lived on the farm, he wanted the entirety of hell to know.

And you were far too cock drunk to think of the consequences. You buried your fangs into his neck, savoring the hiss of pain he let out. He tugged gently at your hair one last time, before using that hand for support instead, and using his now freed hand to rub almost violent circles into your clit. You let out a high pitched and breathy moan into his neck. He could feel your pussy flutter around him, a clear sign you were close.

“Fuck, you gonna come for me twice Darlin?” he groaned. As if on cue the knot inside your stomach snapped in two and you screamed into his neck, your legs clamping around him as your body spasmed with the heat of your second orgasam for the night. And shit, you we’re fucking gorguous. “Y/n, I’m close,” Striker warned as he realized you we’re not letting him go. “Y/n, let go, I-”

“Cum in me.” you moaned. He did not need to be told twice. He picked up his pace, pounding into your spent pussy before his own orgasam finally overtook him. He rode out his orgasam, shooting red hot cum into your cervix. His best move? Definitely not. But that was a problem for tomorrow Stiker and Y/n. Tonight Striker and Y/n couldn't get over how hot the whole ordeal was. Finally he slowed to a stop. He lightly tapped your thigh and you finally let your legs fall to the bed.

“Shit Darlin’ I knew you’d be good, but..fuck.” Striker laughed, causing you to swell with pride for being the reason he had that reaction. He pulled out, leaving you feeling more empty than you expected.

“You’re a good lay.” you laughed as he rolled over next to you.

“Why thank ya,” he laughed with you instead of at you for once. He pulled you into his arms, and you didn’t protest. He was warm. “So do we go back to hating each other in the mornin’, or?..” he asked, rubbing gentle circles into your hips.

“In the mornin’? Yes. buut I wouldn’t be against this happening again, so I guess we can like each other at night.” you giggled. He chuckled and nodded.

“Alright, I can get behind that. It’s a start.” he nodded, snuggling up to you. You hadn’t kicked him out of bed yet, might as well enjoy it. Suddenly, there was a loud knock at your door, causing you both to panic.

“So Y'all are done feudin’ now, right?” Sallie Mae’s almost jovial voice came from the other side.

“SALLIE I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!” you yelled from your bed as Striker laughed his ass off next to you.

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nightingale2004 · 3 months

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Bros, I just had an idea that is also a fan theory.

What if Striker from Helluva boss actually fell in love with demon royalty, but due to the circumstances and status, they couldn't be together.

When they tried to be together, Striker was threatened and punished along with his lover for their actions until the lover had enough and made a deal with their parent (behind Striker's back) that if they did what was asked, then they would never harm Striker again.

The lover broke up with Striker breaking his heart and married another blue blood royal starting a family.

Whereas Striker felt betrayed by his lover and heartbroken.

Think about this

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pussydrunkalastor · 2 months

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Coming Soon

#striker #helluvaboss #helluva #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #striker x reader #striker x oc #cowboy #wild west

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cowboyimp-and-canaryangel · 4 months

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I think I want to consider this another self indulgent picture. Not only am I getting used to drawing Solrina with her new design, but I also wanted an excuse to draw her in a shirt I bought that I absolutely adore.

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marcomie12 · 4 months

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What a lovely gay cowboy relationship 😼

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redr0sewrites · 9 days

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(Tumblr kicked me out in the middle of me writing this ask I'm so sorry if you receive this twice 😭)

I JUST READ YOUR STRIKER HEADCANONS AND IM DROOLING RN

I think he likes it when you make him fight for it sometimes. He likes the power struggle. Wrestle with him in bed, make him hold you down, make him tie your wrists together to keep you from flipping him over. If he wants to dom you, make him earn it.

Also? Heavy on the gunplay. It's never loaded of course and you have a safeword should you ever need it, but seeing that little twinge of fear in your eyes when you realize you can't keep fighting him, he won, you're powerless, AND he has a gun pressed against your temple? Delicious. Makes him feel strong.

Could I maybe request something like this?

yes oh my god this is literally what i was thinking when i made those hcs NONNIE U READ MY MIND ♥️

🥀Cw: smut, a bit of fluff, established relationship/consent, reader is gn but there is one use of m'am/sir, powerplay, scratching, biting, gun kink, overall filth

🥀minors dni

you collapse against the bed as striker pins you down, beating you easily in yet another wrestling match. the mattress dips from your combined weight, and striker used the opportunity to lean down, whispering against your neck. the combination of thefeeling of his breath ticking your sensitive skin and his raspy voice makes you shjver. "aww, how sweet," striker coos, mockingly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "did ya really think y'could beat me, poppet?" you squirm beneath him, his hips planted firmly above you with his thighs caging you in place. you buck your hips upwards, eliciting a hiss from striker as you grind against his prominent buldge. his tail rattles slightly, curling up around your thigh as, with one hand, he grabs you wrists and pins them down above your head.

"fucking brat," striker spat, using his free hand to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. his cowboy hat tipped forward, falling of his head as he leaned down to kiss you messily. you giggle when the hat falls to the side, but the giggle soon melts into a moan as striker grinds down against you. "fuck, doll, look what you do t'me.." striker murmurs against your lips, and you let him slip his tongue into the cavern of your mouth as the hand on your face travels down to your neck.

suddenly, with all your might, you push up against him, attempting to flip him over onto his back. striker lets out a throaty chuckle, tsking when you whine out his name. "y'wanna be on top, sugar? too damn bad," his voice transcends into a growl as he makes quick work of your pants and undergarments. he pulls apart from you to quickly undress himself, and while you remove your top, you also use the time to admire his toned body. "like what ya see?" striker smirks, crawling on top of you again, his hands finding purchase on your supple thighs. he gives your ass an appreciative squeeze before gently teasing your entrance with a finger. "y'ready?" he asks, his voice adopting a softer, serious tone. "if ya want to stop, we always can." you smile, grabbing his hand and pulling it closer to your needy hole. "i know, striker. and i know what i want- i want you, and i want you to touch me." the corner of his mouth twitches, fighting off a crazed grin. "y'really are such a doll, y'know that?" striker whispers huskily, plunging a finger into you. you gasp at the pleasurable intrusion, soon accompanied by a second finger as he stretches you out.

"o-oh! ffuck-" you gasp, keening as he curls his fingers with mind numbing accuracy. striker brushes your hair out of your eyes, watching your face twist in pleasure as you pant. he can feel you practically sucking in his fingers, and a sudden idea strikes him. "open up," striker commands, grabbing his gun from the bedside table. your hole clenches around his fingers and you throb at the sight of the weapon. without hesitation you open your mouth, drool pooling on the edge of your lips as he shoves the gun into your mouth. you gasp, shocked by the cold sensation of the metal against your tongue. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast, the coil in your abdomen squeezing tighter by the second.

suddenly, striker pulls his hand away, relishing in the muffled, needy whimper that slips past your lips. "aw, d'worry poppet," he chuckles, pumping his cock a few times before aligning himself with your hole. "i'd never leave ya unsatisfied". striker thrusted in slowly, watching as your aching hole swallows his cock in a vice-like grip. "o-oh!" you gasp airily, thighs clamping around his waist as you claw down his back. striker begins to move, slowly but surely thrusting into you as you adjust to his size. it takes everything in him not to loose all restraint and fuck you senseless, especially with the way your moaning his name like a prayer. your hole was tightening around him and your wanton moans grew louder and louder, signifying that you were close.

you clench around him impossibly tight, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "striker- oh fuucnghh-" you gasp, your words muffled by the gun stil in your mouth as the coil in your abdomen snaps. your mind went perfectly blank as you ride out your high, striker cursing up a storm as his orgasm follows immediately after you. he pulls out, spilling his seed onto your stomach and chest.

striker gently pulls the gun from your mouth as you come down from your euphoric high, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes and gently massaging your sore jaw.

"y'okay, bubs?" striker asked, gently cupping your face as he collapses beside you. "mhm," you murmur, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his nose. "just a lil' tired..." striker chuckles at your reply, gently kissing your forehead. suddenly, an idea struck you, and you crawl on top of him. striker watches you with amusement as you straddle him, his teeth glinting in the moonlight streaming in from outside your window.

"not too tired for round two, i see," striker snarks, and you shush him. "if you want to cum, then i suggest you stop talking," you reply, and striker swallows hard. "yes m'am/sir," he whispers, wetting his lips as you grind down against him. "i promise i'll behave," he murmurs, eyes glistening with lust as his hands travel to grip your thighs. "we'll see about that," you reply, already knowing your in for a long night.

I HAD TO HYPE MYSELF UP FOR THIS ONE 😭 this will probably have a pt2 w sub striker cuz i cant resist the opportunity- sorry i haven't posted in like a week ive been fighting demons (anxiety and burnout 😭) but i really wanted to finish this! i have a few more wips that will be posted soon, and im considering adding marvel/the mcu to the list of fandoms i write for cuz ive been falling back into my marvel phase lmao. ANYWAYSSSS I HOPE U ENJOYED!!!!

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