Striker Fanart Novels & Stories

The man gripped her hair and fucked her face hard, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust. I tried to push past them, my heart racing and my thighs slick. Then I saw the worst of it. A tall, curvy stripper was pinned against the wall completely naked. A muscular man had one of her legs hooked over his arm as he fucked her hard and fast. His thick cock slammed into her pussy with brutal strokes. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he pounded her without mercy. The wet slapping sounds of his cock destroying her cunt echoed down the hallway.

Memories he'd longed buried. He clenched and unclenched his fists as he crossed the room. "Stay away from her," Ollie said, voice chipped, as he dropped on the seat opposite his father. The man's response was a slow, infuriating smirk. "Who?" He drawled. Ollie flexed his fist, etching to drive it into his father's face. Hearing his father's voice alone tightened his muscles with despise. "Oh, the stripper?" Clear disdain dripped from his voice.

STRIKER As soon as we were out of sight for my people, Lana hit my back with her small fists. “ Put me down, Striker! ” She hissed as she continued to hit me. “ No. ” I walked through the trees, approaching the familiar spot. “ If you don’t put me down right now, I will— ” “ What? You will scream? ” I chuckled and squeezed her ass. She was so peachy, and juicy, and perfect for my hands. I couldn’t let my hands wander anywhere else.

Then, one article caught his attention. "The famous superstar, Penelope Fennimore, and the popular football player, Garrick Glinson, is reportedly to have a divorce." With slow tone, he read it. Confusion went through his whole system. He is a huge fan of Miss Penelope even during her rising star days. And his eyes can't believe what he's seeing. After almost a decade of marriage, they are suddenly having a divorce? That can't be real.

Milo asked me. "God, how can you take all those people?" I blurted. He smiled at me. "I got used to it and probably you will too." “I swear to God I could never.” I answer him. He smiles, “Those were not even half of our SF Stripers.” "Spaders?" I asked. "Our fans.” He answered so proudly. “That's what we call our fans. You should really do much more research about your boyfriend babe.” He says jokingly.

He was helpless now, she banged her fists against the wall, screaming at her as he said, “ Tell me, who fucks better?” This was the final straw, I didn't see when she moved her hands and gave him a smack across the face but I heard the crisp sound and I saw how he moved backwards with a shocked look on his face, holding the side of his face. She raised her fingers, looking at him with an angry look, about to swear at him when he raised a fist, about to hit her but Stefano who had been standing by the corner flew over, He had his hands on Enzo's, he twisted his hands backwards before he sent him a kick that led him to fly backwards. It was no joke, saying,

The chants shook the air Timberwolves! Timberwolves!!! Until it felt like the whole arena pulsed with our name. People didn’t come here just to watch a game. They came to watch us. To watch me. My heart thudded unevenly, but I straightened my shoulders and kept moving. The Whitecastle Strikers were already waiting on their side of the rink, lined up like soldiers. Their captain, Nico, sneered across the ice, confident, almost smug. They were hungry. Tonight wasn’t just a game. It was a war painted in red and white. The whistle shrieked, sharp as a blade. Then the puck dropped.

I nearly replied with a heart emoji. Replying with a love emoji would be stupid of me. This is just a fake deal. By the time we hit the stadium, the chaos outside was unreal—horns blaring, fans screaming, faces painted, bodies in jerseys everywhere. The SUV cut through the crowd and pulled into a private lane. Security flagged us through without hesitation. But as soon as I stepped out? Cameras. Everywhere. Fans screamed my name like I was Taylor Swift and Beyoncé in one body. “LEO’S GIRLFRIEND!”

“Well, asshole, if you don’t stop looking at my wife the way you are doing right now, I will fucking gouge your eyeballs one by one from the back of your skull and send them to your father. And she doesn’t need your protection. Do you fucking understand me? Now back the fuck off.” Terzo chuckled with a smile. He had straight pearly white teeth. And he actually smiled. He really looked attractive. “I like you, Striker Cade. You’re a good man.”

Sarah said, giggling again. “I see, and so you two are plotting a strategy then?” he asked, looking amusedly from one to the other. “If a strategy is to be plotted, it will be for both of us, since we’re both single. Especially Sarah.” Laura gave her a sly grin. Sarah eyes went wide as she looked at her friend in disbelief. Her cheeks turned red. “Actually, Sarah really likes artistic types, musicians, that kind of thing,” Laura said, grinning from ear to ear.