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1/C with Striker (this actually doesn't have to be in an overly sexual/sensual way; him ending up cradling her face during a fight works just as well👀)

[ Teasing Gif Starters ] | Always Accepting!

Striker had pinned Karma onto the ground with his tail, making sure that she wasn’t going anywhere or retaliate with him. He finally got to her after they had a sort of fight, and he was going to have her. Clawed hands gently trail from her sides all the way up to her toned chest and collarbone, finally resting themselves against her face in an uncharacteristically gentle way. In a sense, he was cupping her face. He hissed lowly, a smirk on his smug and punchable face as a pair of neon yellow hues met with blazing emeralds.

“ Seems like ya got caught this time, didn’t ya, gunslinger~? ” “ Aww, don’t worry ‘bout fightin’ me anymore, I’m done with that... ” The imp cooed in a taunting manner, cupping her cheeks and leaning forward. His lips planted a small kiss on the front of her neck, barely grazing the skin all the way up to her chin. He was almost tempted to run his teeth over such a vital area, but he realized that it would be a bit too dangerous for both of them. Wouldn’t want her to get fatally injured now, not yet...He growled a bit in amusement, his voice more rugged as he spoke.

“ Mnhh... I feel yer pulse around my lips. So frantic and poundin’ fast, like a rabbit’s... Either you’re havin’ an adrenaline spike ‘cause of th’ fight, or yer really gettin’ off to somethin’ like this. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were, I sense it in ya, Karma- ”

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@spxcemuses You probably had seen this coming. Have a sinday special brawl between Striker & Karma because it was sort of inevitable-

It all started with a sneaky jab to her pride that she only could handle her guns and that's all for her combat skills. Throwing a punch at the smug demonic cowboy was almost like a reflex, and it all went downhill from that. She had calculated right, that tail alone was dangerous as fuck, putting her in severe disadvantage from the start but that definitely didn't mean her backing down.

Karma trashed like rabid cat as the force of his grip on her neck increased; the realization set in that instead of wanting to crush her windpipe, he went for cutting off the blood flow. The fact that he wasn't fully set on killing her offered a little relief. Her vision was blurring yet she felt more alive than ever, as if sparks of lighting zapped through her body, the thrill was similar when she had ridden Vihar to her full speed. Blazing emerald burned into glowing yellow, her lips pulled back a feral grin as her hands slowly pried away his, tiny distance but enough for a sharp intake of air for her burning lungs.

Her legs swiftly wrapped around Striker's waist, thighs tight with muscle from riding formed a crushing hold, enough to flip the position while still trying to keep his claws away from her throat; the ghost touch of his claws sending violent shivers down her spine.

"Even though you're a demon crawled out of Hell and I'm just a human; if you think this will be easy " her thighs' grasp clenched even further "you picked the wrong fucking target."

The faint rattle behind her was the signal Karma overstayed her welcome and she bolted towards the door before it could grab her- only she didn't make it. She inwardly cursed its length and the efficiency the demon learned to utilize it during combat. The new chokehold with his arm around her neck was familiar, making her snarl in displeasure, one hand yanking at his bandana to bring him closer to her lips.

"If you ever consider going easy on me, I will shoot you in your sleep."

Karma would not allow that disrespect, even if definitely meant her losing their...bloody game, she will go down with the knowledge and pride of how much the snakelike cowboy had to bother with her. She tried the best angle to slam her head backwards, her steel heeled boot sharply digging into his foot in hope of the pain of a possibility broken nose and the smarting leg will allow her to slip out of the loosened hold.

When her calculations were proven right, she made a mad dash to the door, throwing herself down the stairs, rolling on the ball of her shoulder to prevent a too serious injury -she was sure she bruised her ribs though-, arriving at the landing, slamming against the railing with a small groan. Despite the pain, Karma was having the time of her life, she was alive in every possible meaning. While her impossible shots brought her their fair amount of thrill, this kind of close combat was entirely new. The thunder of adrenaline numbed her aches to an almost pleasant buzz; the sensation thrilling on its own. Her eyes seared with twisted excitement, the dangerous shine seemingly bringing out the target cross scar even more, her mouth frozen into a feral grin with a small stream of blood dribbling down her chin.

"S-sir leave the lady alone...!" A young and surprisingly brave man from the saloon spoke up after witnessing their violent game, his gun shakily pointed at Striker- only to have it shot out of his hand in the next second.

"I appreciate the gesture, but let me have my fun, boy." Karma chuckled darkly, her eyes immediately back on the snakelike imp

"Aren't you missing something?" She asked Striker with a mock innocent whistle as she twirled his red bladed dagger she snatched during one of their clashes between her fingers.

After the little show, her hand tightened around it in an icepick grip, her toothy grin stretching across her face once again, faint stream of blood running from her lips, the competitive gleam in her eyes borderline insanity as the danger heightened.

"Then come and get it."

Horsemen 𝖂𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓 of the Apolocalypse

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