HIATUS// Ride 'Em Cowboy || Striker X Reader 18+

Fantasize

"Come in Lemon-drop.." I heard him say through the door, man how I hated that pet nickname. But every-time I try to tell him not to call me that he threatens to fire me, now that I think about it I should have taken that offer.

I slowly open the door and peer in, my boss Wither (his name) sitting in his office chair, succubus around him smoking pipes some smokes cigarettes, and some kissing on his neck. The pink and red glow aluminizing the room caused a shiver to go down my spine all the way to my tail.

After a few more seconds I step in.
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"What do you want this time? Another raise, not happening.. you know you don't work hard enough to make more money lemon-drop." Wither snickers and the succubus giggle, insinuating selling your body for more money.

Y/N begins to shiver, knowing this will not end well. You bit your lip and started to play with your tail trying to find the right words, you refrain for trying to make any sort of comebacks, you know the kind of "business" this man does is anything but clean.

"I-I need a couple days off-" you start, Wither slams his hand on the desk. You don't flinch but you do stare at him, refusing to blink. "No." He flatly says, venom coming from the word. "You didn't even let me finish! Please I need just a couple days. I'll work a double everyday a week after." You plead, your face getting red as you begin to get heated over how unfair your boss is.

"Oh sourdrop, he said no~." Purrs one of the many succubus. You will not take no for an answer not this time. You begin to eye the room, spotting a few cameras, knowing you cannot just outright kill him. Huffing your tail swishes more and more. "You are not worth the time lemondrop, not worth the money and NOT worth the effort to get your fucking shifts covered." Spat Wither, a toothy grin appearing in his face.

"Prove to me you're worth it, one night with me my little sour drop~." You were now over it, you slammed your fist on the table. Not breaking eye contact with Wither you bring your lips close to his, before you quickly pull out your pepper spray and spray him all in his eyes.

"FUCK YOU YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING-!" Wither began to yell and scream slurs at you, you laugh and the succubus stare in awe not know what to do, some trying to put water to Withers eyes to help. "I quit. I am tired of the abuse, the flirting, using me because you can- you're one sick fucker." You said while showing a toothy grin, glaring up to Wither.

"You can take my last pay-check and shove it so far up your dirty ass that it comes out of your mouth.." you spat at him, turning to walk out. Writher quickly gets up spinning you back around, grabbing your throat and proceeding to slam you against the wall.

You begin to swing on him, trying to claw at his hands, he is tall so instead you grab your house-key, while gasping for air and he chokes you snickering you stab your house/key right in his eye. His grip loosens and you after catching your breath run out of his office and the building.

You run as fast as you can home, blood covering your hands. You've never had to stab someone, it felt.. it felt so good. You reach your house using the bloody key to get inside. Thoughts begin to flood your mind, you start laughing and slowly sink down to the floor.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins, you start to fake stab the air, trying to hold onto the feeling as long as you can. A few minutes later you calm down, you had not noticed but you had started to cry. You were not a violent person not till now at-least, sure you're dad use to take you shooting with him the odd time, and your mom would teach you women self defence at home on wooden targets but, none of it compares to this feeling, fantasizing about the experience over and over in your head.

You finally stand up and head the the kitchen, your breathing hitched slightly as you wash the blood off your hands. 'Slut', 'that felt good didn't it', 'disgusting freak'. You shake away the thoughts, grabbing your phone from your pocket you dial back a number.

Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Hello?"
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"Hey, mills its Y/N, I uh got off of work so I'm gonna start packing now and head out." You spoke as if nothing had happened, in reality you have a new perspective on life.

"Oh! Hey, sounds good we will be there in two days!" Millie squealed from the other end. "Alright, I'll see you then mills.." you hang up, trying to wrap your brain around everything that has happened.

TIME SKIP

Finally finished cleaning yourself up and packing you grab your keys. Before you leave you remember the old weapons your dad have given you, piece of shit but he does have good taste in armoury. You run to your room, opening the sealed box from the closet, you drag a dagger engraved with you and your fathers names. You scan the box and pull out a pistol, you never used this one since it was "special".

You debated long enough, you take it and put the holster for it in your bag as-well as any bullets you had. You grab your suitcase and head out, locking your door behind you. You walk to your car, a decent looking car nothing special. Putting your suitcase away and turning the car on before heading to your destination.

"This is gonna be a LONG few days."