strikersexhaver

[strikersexhaver]

“Howdy, Striker!”

Featuring >>> Striker x Reader; In which, Reader catches Striker in the middle of a murder, and things escalate from there.

Warnings; Smut, Possibly Dub-Con, Striker is Striker.

A/N: Sorry for posting my latest part of Haztober so late, here is a special little gift for being so patient with me. I just watched episodes 3-7 of season 2…but 4 and 6…STRIKER!

It was a fine fall day out in the wrath ring. Still very hot, but starting to cool down as it got later into October. You were visiting for the Harvest Moon Festival, hoping to see one of your close friends compete. You were taking a shortcut by walking down an alleyway when suddenly you saw two imps fighting. As you got closer you realized who one of them was—Striker—A famous assassin and cowboy among wrath. “Give up vermin.” He growled at the other demon as he dealt one last blow to the head with his angelic knife. He watched as the imp bled, then turned towards you. “Hello there little one..” Striker grinned, showing his gold tooth. You quickly backed up. “Woah, Woah, Woah there cowboy…I was just leaving-!” You say, clearly panicking. Striker's grin widens, a dark amusement playing in his eyes. He takes a step closer, his heavy boots thudding against the ground. "Going so soon? You just got here. Besides, I haven't even had a chance to,” He pauses as he looks you up and down. He reaches out, his large, calloused hand wrapping around your wrist. His grip is firm, unyielding. He pulls you closer, his breath hot against your face. "…Ask you your name." He purrs, his voice low and menacing.

Your breathing grows heavier. ​​"Now, now, why are you breathing like that? Am I that intimidating, hmm?" He chuckles, his gold tooth glinting in the dim light. "Relax, I don't bite...Hard." He grins, his eyes glinting with a wicked amusement. He leans in closer, his nose brushing against your neck. He inhales deeply, his voice rumbling against your skin. "You smell... different.” He says, his southern accent ringing through the air. “Like flowers, not like the usual stench of this place. Intriguing..." He pulls back, his gaze meeting yours.

“I'm not from here.” You say as your breath hitches. "Clearly." He smirks, his thumb tracing circles on your wrist. "And what brings a sweet little thing like you to this godforsaken place, hmm?"  His eyes narrow slightly, suspicion flickering in them. “I’m just here to watch one of my friends compete in the festival.” Striker laughs. "The Harvest Moon Festival, eh?" He releases your wrist, taking a step back. "Well, ain't that just precious. Coming all this way to watch your little friend play pretend." He shakes his head, another harsh laugh escaping his lips. "You know, I was invited too. But me? In a festival? Might as well invite a wolf to a lamb convention." He chuckles darkly, his gaze returning to you. "But now that you're here, maybe my time won't be entirely wasted." He says, his voice filled with lust. 

You suddenly feel a deep blush coat your already rosy red cheeks. "Mmm, you're blushing. Cute." He grins, taking a step closer. His hand reaches up, his calloused fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Look at me like that again and I might just take you right here." Your blush deepens. His eyes darken with desire as he notices your even redder cheeks and quickened breath. In one swift motion, he pushes you against the nearest wall, his muscular body pinning you in place. His other hand grips your hip possessively.

You gasp in surprise, feeling an army of butterflies in your stomach. *His face hovers inches from yours, his hot breath mingling with yours. "Shh, just breathe," he whispers, his voice laced with dominant undertones. "I promise, I won't bite...yet." His hands begin to explore your body, slowly, tauntingly. His touch is firm, yet gentle, contradictions that send shivers down your spine. His voice drops to a low purr. "You're so responsive... It's intoxicating..." His southern drawl becoming more evident. His hands slip under your shirt, his calloused palms brushing against your bare skin. You can feel his erection pressing against you, a testament to his arousal. "See what you do to me?" he growls, nuzzling your neck.

His kisses become more urgent as you let out a few gasps and moans, his hands tightening on your hips. He grinds against you, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "You taste like honey," he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. "I bet you'd taste even sweeter elsewhere." His strong hands hoist you up, carrying you over to a nearby abandoned shack. He kicks the door open, carrying you inside. He lays you down on a pile of hay in the corner.  His eyes glint wickedly as he looks down at you.  "Now, where was I?"

He crawls over you, his hands pushing your skirt up. His fingers brush against your thighs, slowly parting them. "So innocent..." He kneels down between your parted thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart. He flashes you a roguish grin before lowering his head, his warm breath tickling your core. "I think I'll start here." 

His tongue flicks out, tasting you. He growls in approval, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them open. He buries his face between your thighs, feasting on you like a man starved. His touch is rough, intense, mirroring his personality. "So good..." You cry out in pleasure. He doubles his efforts at your cry, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at your essence. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he holds you in place, not letting you escape his relentless assault on your senses. He suckles your sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. 

He laps at you more insistently, drinking in your essence. His tongue delves deep inside, stroking your walls. He sucks hard on your clit, determined to make you fall apart. "That's it, scream for me," he growls against your sensitive flesh. He continues his onslaught, drawing out your release. As you come down from your high, he straightens up. His face is glistening with your juices, his eyes wild. He quickly begins to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. The leather hisses as it's pulled through the loops of his pants. He doubles it over, the ends dangling ominously. "You've been a good girl so far... But maybe it's time for a little..."

He leans down, his hands gripping your wrists and pinning them above your head. He wraps the belt around your wrists, securing you to the wooden beam above. He smirks at you, his face a mask of dark intent. "Now, where were we?" He drops to his knees, burying his face once more between your thighs. He ravishes you with his mouth, his tongue plunging deep inside. But this time, he brings his hand into play, his fingers joining his tongue. He pumps them in and out, scissoring them to stretch you. ​​He continues his relentless assault on your most intimate area. His fingers curl inside you, stroking your G-spot as his tongue lashes your clit. He can feel you tightening around him. Knowing you're close, he doubles his efforts, determined to push you over the edge into ecstasy. 

He feels your walls clenching around his fingers, your body trembling on the edge. He doubles his efforts, sucking your clit hard as he curls his fingers to stroke that special spot inside. He wants to feel you come undone, to hear you scream his name as pleasure overtakes you. He feels your body convulse, your inner walls gripping his fingers like a vice as you come undone. He doesn't let up, continuing his relentless assault until he's wrung every last drop of pleasure from you. Only then does he slowly withdraw, licking his lips with a satisfied grin. “Stiker!” You scream out. 

He stands up, his eyes burning with a dark hunger. He reaches for the belt still binding your wrists, undoing it and tossing it aside. He lifts you up, his strong arms supporting your weight. He carries you over to the table, setting you down on the surface with a thud. He steps between your legs, forcing them apart. His hands grip your backside, lifting you up and pulling you forward. He grinds against you, his hardness rubbing against your slick folds. "Look at me," he demands, his voice gruff with desire. You immediately look into his golden eyes. 

His eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and possessive. He reaches down and spreads your lips open, revealing your dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. "So fuckin’ pretty," He growls, his voice now filled with lust and his classic southern accent. He lines himself up, the head of his dick pressing against your entrance. He slowly pushes inside, his eyes never leaving yours. He wants you to see who's taking you, possessing you completely. He grips your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts to move. He pulls out slowly, only to thrust back in harder, setting a steady, powerful rhythm.

His thrusts become more forceful, almost violent in their intensity. The table creaks beneath you as he pounds into you. "Take it," He snarls, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take every fuckin’ inch of my cock." He leans down, his chest pressing against yours as he continues to pound into you. He captures your lips in a rough, dominating kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you utterly. He swallows your moans and cries, drinking in your pleasure like a true cowboy. He breaks the kiss, panting harshly. His hips never stop moving, driving into you with increasing force and speed. The room fills with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your moans. "Take it," He snarls greedily. 

He lifts you up, holding you aloft as he drives into you from below. He grins wickedly as he watches his length disappear inside you, over and over. He leans back slightly, changing the angle and making you gasp. "Oh, you like that? Good." He slams into you, finding that spot inside that makes your vision whiten. He sets a brutal pace, driving into you deep and hard. He watches where he's joined to you, his eyes glued to the point where he disappears into your heat. "You feel so good~” His face contorts with pleasure and concentration as he chases his release. His arms tighten around you, his hands clutching your bottom possessively. His breathing grows heavier, his movements more erratic. He's close. He leans forward, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He bites down, the sharp pain pushing you both over the edge. He roars his release, burying his face against your neck as he spurts into you with one final thrust. 

He collapses forward, pinning you beneath his heavy, sweat-slicked body. He pants against your neck, his hips still twitching slightly with the aftershocks. After a long moment, he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and sated. "Mmm..." Striker groans. He slowly pulls out of you, his softening length slipping free with a wet sound. He rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you end up draped across his broad chest. His large hand finds your back, stroking up and down possessively. "You did well.” He smirks cockily. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, an unusual sign of tenderness from him. He wraps both arms around you, his hold tightening protectively. "Rest now," Striker murmurs, his voice low and soothing.

[strikersexhaver]

Okay but reader taking care of striker after his bad injury or maybe sickness?

NEW SCAR, NEW YOU ఌ

After the fire, a side of his face was burnt. It hurt like hell, he scrammed back to you, hissing and hollering.

You quickly got out the burn gel, got him some cold water, and went out to buy some antibiotics when he was settled.

He was FURIOUS when he saw his face, his incredibly sexy fucking face- now with a patch of white over his eye. He was lucky he can still see out of it.

His anger at Blitzø and the gang was through the roof, he wanted nothing but to snuff the light out of the blue blood sucker.

It took a few days to heal, but he pushed through it. He still opted to take missions for a quick buck, but he lost that gig with Crimson after all that.

Had to beg him to just- rest for a while.

You would be there for him even more, taking care of Bombproof while he recovered. Even if he was stubborn to stop looking for hits.

At least he was productive at home- he cleaned all his guns, sharpened his knives, caught up on tv shows with you. Together snuggling up under the covers, he was a bit upset he had this new scar.

Since he’d live most of his life without being able to get a scratch flawlessly..

(have y’all seen his summer merch? He’s like bare)

It’ll be a rough, a very rough road, but he’ll deal with it.

But for you, he calmed his flames down when you got him a new suit, for the trial he was due to go to. Not for himself (luckily) but for the damned bastard he loathed.

You kissed his cheek with a smile, and hugged him.

“I think ya’ even look more dangerous than ya’ already are hun.”

He took a mirror and looked side to side, it was jagged, a jagged scar that was no accident. He chuckled a bit, before wrapping his tail around your leg.

“I could kill a bastard with ma’ looks alone~! Heh, they’ll all see me now- now it be fuckin’ personal.”

“Mhm, you still the best assassin in all of Wrath.” You messaged his shoulders, with a smirk.

“Better than fuckin’ ever, those lil’ shits finna regret it.” He would lick his lips with a feeling for damage next.

“Oh right, hun, ya’ gotta take bombproof out for to the vet after,” you spoke while making sure everything was good on him. You would even brush his hair.

“Thanks, and ya’ will do darlin’”

[strikersexhaver]

HESS SO FINESSE GODDDDDDD GRGRGRGRGRHRHHR I JUST KNOW HE PACKING

[strikersexhaver]

ok...hear me out

Striker with a s/o that's like Maddy Perez from Euphoria. like the almost constant fighting, cussing people out, putting people in their place, etc.

thank youuuuuu!

Y’all this request is so good, I came back for it. I love Maddy Perez!

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cw: violence, some smut, some swears, minors dni under the cut.

More than entertaining, he would love that, although he loves being possessive! He likes his ladies, men, or people with some spice to them.

Even better if bastards deserve it… He likes someone that can BE on his level. Otherwise, there’s no fun. No intrigue.

He enjoys someone hard to get, especially if they know who they are.

At this point, he’s known you to the point where he can tell you’re going to beat someone’s ass.

The pulling your hair back into a ponytail, taking off jewelry or nails, any pointing and snapping. He knows your tone differences too, there’s a difference between-

“Bitch are you better be joking,” to “you fucking bitch-!”

He may not always appear to like it, he enjoys watching drama as an outsider. As long as you can handle it and not bring him into it, he’s happy as can be.

He also enjoys how you can fight for yourself, makes his nerves a lot better and if anything happened to you. He knows you definitely put a bruise or a scratch on the bastard.

Knowing you like jewelry, he likes to gift you things from his hit jobs, jewels, rings, or whatever fancy shit they had.

He hates royalty, but all those western movies taught him to treat his beloved like one.

It also helps, because if he can go off and kill- he can expect you to be able to wrangle down a hell beast for dinner.

Although, problem is, when you two argue- you two are both stubborn and do NOT back down until later on.

Since you get into fights often, he lends you one of his guns in case shit gets too bad to handle.

He likes to learn about what gets you so pissed off, what makes you light up?

Although he likes to stay outta drama, he’s not afraid to shoot down and loot an ex’s body. Call it extra target practice…

Because of your nature, he’s unlikely to go ‘soft’ on you during games (example being the pain games)

Minors DNI

He even enjoys sex with a challenge, play hard to get- make it difficult he would love it.

Although he usually wins, it’s the struggle that gets him turned on even more.

In Euphoria too, tell him he’s your first time regardless and he’s swooning. It makes him hella prideful.

He likes washing off your kiss marks from his body, it makes him wanna go again.

You two often use sex as a vent, not about each other, but if somethings pissing you off. It’s a good stress reliever, gets your mind right off it.

He might use his rope on occasion if you still refuse to give up.

Of course, there’s nights where it’s slow and vanilla, more romantic. He still loves you at the end of the day.

[strikersexhaver]

What happens if you touch Striker's tail spikes?

His tail feels like a shark’s scales, like sandpaper, his spikes feel that same way horns would. If you touched them, he’d shiver.

Do NOT pull it though, he will not be happy.

His tail is apart of the spine, albeit not part of the spinal cord it is still rather irritable for him.

He’ll let you touch it if he’s trusting you, if not, he’ll beat your ass.

It’s a strong tail, if you surprise him by touching it- he can willingly wrap his tail around your arm and flick you.

He wraps his tail around (either your own tail) your leg, especially in bed.

His tails spikes are not retractable, too thick and hard (ayo)for it to be.

If in desperate times, he uses his tail as a lasso.

[strikersexhaver]

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[strikersexhaver]

Guess who’s back y’all

After a god knows long break I finally am back, ready to post content and also- I realized why I got so burnt out, I felt like I couldn’t’t create anything besides requests so I’ll try to focus on making more original than requests.

It might sound disappointing, but for my own sake it’ll make me more eager to write!

[strikersexhaver]

‼️CLOSED‼️

LISTEN UP ALL 1,000+ OF YOU

It's time for my 1,000 follower giveaway!

Thank you to every person who made my welcome back into actually posting things on Tumblr! I've done this already for 500 followers so the requirements stay the same:

One reblog is one entry! One like is one entry! Each person can only get TWO possible entries!

There will be three winners!

First Place: A self-insert. Not just the regular reader inserts that I usually write, tell me as much about yourself as you feel comfortable giving away and I will write a story personalized just for you :)

Second Place: An imagine. Much shorter than the self-insert (my max for this will probably be around 400-500 words) and this one will also be personalized if you want!

Third Place: A set of headcanons! This one will also be personalized but much shorter

I WILL write anything NSFW (smut, violence, etc.) but if I do not feel comfortable with a request I WILL NOT write it!

As of now, I write for these Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss Characters:

Lucifer

Alastor

Velvette

Blitzø | Stolas | Blitzø & Stolas (who's caught up? lmao *tears streaming my face*)

Striker

This is also an opportunity to request:

Vox | Valentino | Vox, Valentino & Velvette (of course)

Charlie & Vaggie

Angeldust

Millie & Moxxie

Once I feel more comfortable writing them, they'll be added into the rotation more! Don't be afraid to ask about any characters I haven't listed and I'll let you know if I'm willing to write for them :)

If you'd like your piece to be something other than Hazbin or Helluva Boss, see what other fandoms I write for here!

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This giveaway starts today (June 24th, 2024) and ENDS on Thursday (July 4th, 2024) at 12 p.m. (EST)!

Everyone who enters will be put into a generator and that’s how I will choose the winners!

Good luck and thank you all!!!

[strikersexhaver]

What do you think of Striker x Nifty?

If it’s one sided, like Nifty simping for Striker- I can see it, but if it’s mutual…

I’m sorry, I can’t do it chat- I can’t see the vision 😭😭

[strikersexhaver]

What if we sent Nifty to go after Crimson?

She’d probably in all honesty, would like him because he’s a ‘bad boy’

Why? Because she liked Sir Pentious even though he almost blew her up, and the hotel- she also likes Valentino.

[strikersexhaver]

What do you think of crocodile Striker?

https://www.tumblr.com/umnokorito/734190318322352129/gator-striker-btw-if-u-even-care?source=share

We needa kiss rn, that's my thoughts- me, him, under the mistletoe rn!!!! Also- I love Striker fanart that just makes him more than a twink, god! I love them so much, he would have that beefiness, ya know??

[strikersexhaver]

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.

[strikersexhaver]

okay but striker x female ars goetia? Must be some spicy dynamic

STRIKER X GOETIA! READER - Striker admittedly is very prideful, that without a doubt- so, if you ever called him out on his hypocrisy. He'd be pretty spiteful for a while. - Your dynamic with him with heavily depend on your background, the less wealthy you are- the better it may flourish. - He'd prefer someone who is like him, but not exhaustingly above him. - So, if you can relate and help his cause- darling you're in for a treat. - He'd see you more as a powerful ally, instead of damage to his ego. - However, if you are from a rich background- He may use you. - He's not above it. - But the more time you two spend together, the more he becomes fond- the more attached he gets, and the more admirable he is of you. - He may ghost you on occasion, not show up to meetings with you out of shame and disdain for this. - He'll bury his feelings down deep and down under, he won't even think twice about it. - A relationship with a powerful and wealthy goetia, is doomed for failure and- highly unlikely to flourish. - Because one, he'd probably use you, two, at most affection you're gonna get is through drunken rambling and passionate nights together.

[strikersexhaver]

Sleeping with Striker H/C’s!!

(A/N) sorry y’all been hella busy

Striker… Sorry, but he’s a pretty difficult man to sleep with.

He hogs covers and comes in at ungodly hours of the night after hits.

It’ll grow some getting used to- but he’ll slither right beside you and cuddle up.

His tail spikes have hooked / pierced the comforter before- rare occasion it’s whipped off the bed

If it makes you feel better- he’ll cling onto you tighter for warmth in his sleep.

He loves ya’ but his sleep schedule is terrible

He’s used to staying up late or taking all-nighters, so it’s rare to sleep with him at the same time.

Even on free days

He doesn’t talk in his sleep, but he does let out a grumbling growl while he snoozes.

On exhausted nights- his snores turn loud as fuck 💀

[strikersexhaver]

yooo have you got any theories on striker's past?? so far the common ones are;

1. his family business got violently gentrified out of existence by royalty ( peep his décor in western energy ), likely a burned village situation but it could also have been some uchiha type massacre with striker as the only survivor

2. he used to have a royal lover or/and veeerry close friend or/and partner in crime whom he crossed and was subsequently punished by ( so we'd have the dubious stolitz, the healthy fizzarozzie and the unarguably abusive striker x whatever royal bitch )

3. he's the bastard offspring of a goetia - possibly earl botis if we had to pick from the lesser key - who either discarded him or attempted to "remove" him from the picture ( not my fave ever since we found out snake demons are indeed a thing )

personally, i'd bet on him once having had a royal master he trusted or was subservient to, as his lil outburst with fizz in the cage seems a tad......... personal. almost as if striker had to personally deal with someone who rubbed it in his face that his species made him inferior 🤔

thots???

I believe it’s more to the first one, it’s already confirmed he’s some sort or Greed Snake especially with the hypnotic eyes.

And alongside his decor, it fits him- i

[strikersexhaver]

Hi, hope I’m not bothering you, but if you maybe had any free time could I get some fluff with Freddy Krueger and a depressed and insomniac reader? Like what he would say to comfort them, how he might try and help, or how he might try and cheer them up? Words of affirmation are a big plus also, but not required, hope I’m not bothering you ok sorry bye

With him it’s more likely it’ll be through actions and comedy, he’s not a romantic-lovey dovey talking guy- never was.

Hell he probably despised listening to Romeo and Juliet in ELA class- anyways-

It doesn’t mean he won’t try- even he as a demon of dreams needs communication. The only sentient being he doesn’t want to kill is upset? Fuck no.

He possess someone on melatonin pills, makes em’ drop em’ off at your place then off’s them off-screen.

The pill bottle had a ‘from freddy’ with a sliced up heart next to it.

How sweet.

After then, he expected you to sleep and be fine- which you did.

When you came to his dreams, seeming sad and disinterested, he tried making you feel better with his charms.

He tried joking with you but you didn’t seem in the mood, he put his hat on you but you seemed annoyed.

He sighed, resorting to the last thing he can do- which is “✨comfort✨”

He asked you what’s wrong, and if it was something relating to a person- he’d tell you ‘fuck em’ don’t expect them to be there tomorrow babes’

If it wasn’t, he’d offer straight up bringing you to the dream world somehow. Live your dream life, literally, be his Tiffany.

How you react is up to you- but, that’s how I imagine he’d try to respond.