Ahahaha.... hey what if you wrote a Striker x Reader that involves an oral fixation(reader being amazed by his chompers and just doing a lil exploring of his teeth but in a hot way) ha ha just kidding.... unless?
OOOOO ALREADY COMING AT ME WITH THE GOOD STUFF. Alright then, your wish is my command ;)
It was nearing dawn as you and Striker settled around the campfire. The Volcanic Sun’s were cooling for the night, bringing a chilled wind that left you shivering in your loose clothing. Luckily, the fire Striker had lit let off a welcoming warmth.
You glanced over towards the cowboy mercenary, taking him in. He was leaning against one of the wooden logs he had dragged over, basking in the fire’s heat and chowing down on what you could only assume to be dried hell-pork, while ignoring your presence. Fair enough, you supposed. You had hired him simply to escort you across wrath. It made sense he wouldn’t be interested in acting all friendly with a client.
Yet, you found yourself staring at him. His large fangs, for that matter.
You swallowed as he absentmindedly licked his teeth, having finished the dried salty treat. They looked sharp, easily able to rip through flesh. But something about that thought made you intrigued. Probably more than it should. “You just going to stare all night, Darlin?” At the sudden question, you snapped out of your haze. You could feel a flush of embarrassment forming on your face, reaching down your neck as Striker’s sharp and ringed gaze fixated on you. The Snake imp chuckled, arching his chest in a lazy stretch before lounging back against a wooden log. He bent one leg bent upward, the other resting against the dusty ground as he shifted to get comfortable.
You still found it incredibly difficult not to keep staring. ”It’s fine, lots of folks stare.” He remarked, lifting a rye stalk to his mouth to chew. “Not surprised that you're no different.” ”That’s not it,” You quipped in sharply.
Striker turned towards you, his lip curling to again to reveal those sharp, dangerous fangs. Menacing… but oh so enthralling. You swore your heart must have skipped a beat. ”Oh really?” He purred, rough like a tiger. “How so?” You could hear rattling coming from his tail as it swayed, but his attempt at intimidation did not deter you.
“You have such pretty fangs.” That seemed to surprise him, his smile faltering into a puzzled frown. He hesitantly lifted a hand, plucking the rye from between his teeth as he processed what exactly you had said. ” My…fangs?” You nodded, and he blinked before chuckling, his teeth returning with his smile. “Well, that’s a first,” He winked. “Not that tha’s a bad thing now, Darlin.” His eyes lidded, and gestured you closer. His rough purr grew louder, and suddenly the air seemed to change, making you blush worse. What was he doing? A part of you said that getting close would be dangerous, but a larger part of you was just too curious. So you pushed yourself up from your wooden seat and hesitantly made your way over. Rough hands grabbed your hips, pulling you down to straddle his lap. Gasping, you suddenly found yourself face to face with the snickering cowboy. Striker rumbled in approval, brushing his clawed fingertips across your face, before pulling away, resting the heavy hand on your waist once more. ”Now you can have an up an’ close view” His grin widened. “Can’t disappoint a pretty lil’ fellow like you now, can I?”
Your eyes snapped down to his smile, now wide at display, baring his fangs for you too admire to your heart’s desire. The teeth were jagged and sharp, as most imp teeth were. They had to be, for race born in wrath. But his signature golden tooth caught your attention, its metallic surface glittering amongst the light of the fire’s ambers. How had he earned it? A fight? For looks? Regardless, it piqued your interest. You could feel Striker’s muscles tense as you stroked a finger down the golden tooth, feeling the smooth but sharp texture underneath your skin. You paused, eyes flickering up towards the pale-imp’s ones, waiting with bated breath for permission to explore further.
There was a moment’s pause before you felt his hands leave your hips, wrapping around your wrist. Then he opened his maw, pulling your hand closer to allow you to run the tip of your finger along the points of his teeth. Then he let go, allowing you to explore on your own, which you gladly did. Your fingers explored every crevice, brushing across gum and tooth.
During the mist, your own breathing picked up amongst the strange intimacy. Both of your breaths intermingling as the atmosphere grew hot and heavy. Your chest pressed against Strikers, making his hands tighten even more. You groaned at the grab and glanced up, but almost immediately turned away from the intensity of his gaze, watching your every movement.
You pulled your fingers away, and he was quick to bring you into a heavy kiss.
You didn’t protest as he tugged at your clothes.
