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

Trigger finger

After hours of driving you finally reach the farm, and let me tell you after driving through the land of sand-hills and dead shrubs seeing this farm was like the gates of heaven finally opened to you.

Breathing out a sigh of relief you park your car near the fence, hopping out of the car and grabbing your belongings you tread towards the home. You already spot Joe and Lin outside tending to some crops, you shyly walk over, it has been so long since you last seen them.

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"Hey Joe, Lin- long time no see." I chuckle uncomfortably, I watch as Joe and Lins faces light up when spotting me. They begin to walk over to me, you were taller than Lin and about the same height as Joe, a little bit taller though. (You are a little shorter than blitz, when he is actually standing up straight. But definitely still shorter than striker :) )

"Y/NNN its been years hun!" Lin says delightedly while giving you a hug. "Wherve'ya been this whole time, still livin in lust?" Joe questions you hands on his hips. "Oh you guys know me, haha working- and nooo I live in imp city now, you know lust may have been my home but it was never "home"." I shift my tail uncomfortably not wanting to let them know about my recent departure from my last job.

"Thats great honey! Where do you work at now? We could maybe visit at some point." Lin insisted on knowing, 'there gonna think less of you', 'they are gonna see you as a slut','a whore'. "I-I.." I feel my fists start to ball up once again, but then I remember what kind of people Millies parents are.

"Actually- I was a stripper.. but I quit yesterday." I hold my breath waiting for them to answer. Joe and Lin begin to laugh, "I'm sure that felt great ta get off ya chest huh?" They say in almost unison. I finally take the breath of relief. "Definitely, and I was wondering if you guys wouldn't mind me being a-" Lin cuts you off, "A farmhand? Of course not Y/N you're like family, and don't think we won't pay ya a little extra." Joe adds in, "Millie told us you've been strugglin a little back home so we figured this would give ya some leverage."

Oh satan no, I cannot take more from them than what I'm already gonna be doing. 'You are being inconsiderate' "I can't let you guys do that-" I started but again was cut off, "You aren't lettin us, this was our decision hun." Joes face says it all, there was no point in arguing with them.

I look around at the large farm and take a deep sigh 'im going to be working for hours' I didn't notice I was making a face but Joe and Lin sure did. "Don'tcha worry hun we already have another farmhand so ya won't be doin everything by yourself." Lin gives a half smile. "STRIKER COME ON AND INTRODUCE YASELF!" Joe calls out to the other farmhand.

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In the distance you spot a hellhorse coming this way, it's hard to make out who is riding the horse at the moment. You peer over Lin and Joe who seem to be smirking at your expression. The hellhorse finally close enough neighs and Striker pulls on the reins halting the beast before stepping down. You stare at Striker up and down all the way from his horns to the tips of his boots, he was definitely a piece of eye candy to look at. He wore a smirk on his face showing off a gold tooth that perfectly complimented his aura. He looked well, hot to say the least.

Once you got done gawking at Striker you finally introduced yourself, "I'm Y/N, a-and you must be Striker?" You stutter slightly, its been forever since you've felt a tinge of attraction for another man, since your ex at least. You started to judge you own appearance in your head, all the way from your partially curled horns to your now scuffed and semi bloody boots. Oh how you hated the white splotches on your body, how you never felt thin enough or pretty in general.

"Well howdy darlin' Joe and Lin been tellin me a bit aboutcha whenever Milldred is brought up." His voice was raspy but the perfect amount, you swear you could smell the cigarette smoke and fresh cedar coming from him. Striker proceeded to gently grab your hand and plant a kiss on the top, having to bend down a tad to reach your level.

"Ohhh haha the stories they must have told, well- it looks like I'm going to be helping you around the farm for awhile." You look into his eyes as he plants the kiss, the glow was mesmerizing and you didn't want to break eye contact. You clear your throat and pull your hand away slightly, kicking the dirt a bit with your boots. "Y/N lets getcha all situated before we start working on shit for the harvest moon festival." Lin finally breaks the eye contact you were maintaining, a slight warm feeling creeping on your face.

"Sounds good, besides I need to get cleaned up, the drive here was anything other then pleasant." You smile and start to grab your belongings, right before you wrap your claws in the handle Striker grabs it. "Don't worry, I'll get it for ya Darlin' you look exhausted." Striker now with a straight face just walks on without you to the home, Lin and Joe close behind him. You stand there for a minute before speed-walking to catch up with them. In a way hurt by his words, do you look that bad?

Passing by the hellhorse who was now munching on the grass, he gives you a neigh seemingly wanting to be pet. So while you walk you give him a quick pet and hurry after the others. Finally getting to the house Lin tells you Striker will show you to your room, in case you had forgotten where the guest rooms were. Nodding your head in response you follow Striker up the stairs, it was silent to silent for you.

"Soooo Striker, what made you wanta be a farmhand?" Attempting to break the silence, Striker peers back at you a smirk on his face. "Just needin some extra money for the time bein." He lied, right to your face, you felt it but decided not to press on.

Once you both reached your room Striker put down your belongings, you stepped past him and began to unpack, you peered over your shoulder and noticed he was already gone. 'Huh.. odd.' You thought to yourself. About an hour goes by and you finally finished unpacking, when folding your last shirt you feel a presence behind you, you grab your dads gun from the drawer and spin around aiming the gun to whomever was behind you. "Whoa there little lady~ shooting me already?" Striker snickers but doesn't even flinch, you take a deep sigh "I am so sorry, I just- my dad-." Strikers tail lets out a slight rattle, "don'tcha worry doll' just came to tell ya dinners ready, you've got quite the trigger finger there." He smirks folding his arms before walking out of your room once again, his boots clacking against the wood floor. You put your gun back in its place in your drawer and feel that warmth in your cheeks again. Before heading out you grab your pack of "cigarettes" and lighter, then tread downstairs.

Oh satan this is gonna be an experience.