Whole Lotta Love (Striker x Reader LEMON)

Fresh Meat

You stepped outside and inhaled the crisp autumn air. Less worried about the new farmhand, you strutted down the trail to the stables quietly singing a tune to yourself.

"It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip"

Halfway there, you paused as the hair on your neck stood up. You felt like someone was watching you. You lightly touched your revolver on your side as you scanned the area around you. You hummed to yourself, assuming it was just the anxiety creeping back up. You were just glad that Lin helped ease your mind. You stared at the gravel path below you, kicking loose rocks as you walked along. You eventually got to the stables to see your horse. You were brushing his black mane when you were interrupted by a buzz in your back pocket. You looked at your phone to see that it was a text from Lin.

"Hey sugar. I just wanted to let you know that Joe just got home and told me that the new boy is down at the stables getting his horse settled in. Oh, and his name is Striker! Remember, he's not gonna interfere with your work, and you'll always be our most prized hand. We love you honey! :) "

Your were struck with confusion. You haven't seen anyone else around. And... his horse? Suddenly, you remembered the empty stall from earlier this morning. "Oh shit" you said to yourself. You ran to the next stall to see a gigantic night-mare with a black coat and a mane of fire. You stared in awe, as you've never seen such a rare breed before. "Oh my Satan.. well look at you!" you said to the mysterious new beast. The flaming steed neighed and dragged his back leg in response. Suddenly, you heard what sounded like a rattle of a rattlesnake, and an unfamiliar voice to call out to you.
"Ya like my horse?" You turned around to see that it was a tall snakelike imp. You figured that he was the one who made you feel watched. Dressed in western attire, he had pale pink skin with glowing yellow eyes with slits for his pupils. He had on a brown, worn out cowboy hat that hugged his black and white horns. He was dressed in a black vest, a grey jacket with tassels, and a red bandana around his neck that complimented his whole outfit. You looked him up and down, noticing that he was one fine motherfucker. "Oh! Uh, yessir I do" you nervously said. He wore a toothy grin with one gold tooth that stood out. "Sir, huh?" he chuckled. "His name's Bombproof, and my name's Striker. You must be (y/n)". "Why yes I am. It's a pleasure to be workin' with you Striker" you said in return with a shaky voice. You stretched your hand out for a handshake, but was caught off guard with a kiss on the back of your hand instead. You looked down and blushed. Noticing that you were flustered, Striker held your chin and made you look up at him. "We're gon' get along perfectly" he smirked. Your legs got weak and your stomach churned. "I imagine so" you said, biting your lip and blushing. Striker chuckled with a wink. "You should show me 'round, pretty lady". You impulsively grabbed his hand and walked with him down the path leading towards the house. "Why the fuck did I just grab his hand?" You looked back and saw him staring at you with a shit eating grin wiped across his face. Seems like he didn't mind it. At all.