Hi, my name is bite, and this is my odd fantasy account where I write about characters I like. I do requests, but if I feel like it. If you donāt like what I write, donāt comment or anything just block. Iāll probably just block you if you do something like that. I always add a tw to my fics unless itās something fluffy
Dni: terfs, maps, Radqueers, and zoos
My rules when requesting:
I quite literally do almost everything except for scat,feet and ageplay. You can literally request anything other than that so go wild. Iām not one to kink shame I mean look at the stuff I write. I like to write about sadism, masochism, abuse, Cnc, maybe piss and related things
When requesting: tell me the characters you want and what kink/fetish you want. If you just say āscout x readerā i probably wonāt do it because Iāve got no idea what you want
Fandoms/characters you can request, Iāll probably add more to this
-Any tf2 character
-Overwatch characters
-cod characters
-Deadpool, Wolverine, Eddie Brock/venom, and Bucky Barnes.
-Dungeon meshi/delicious in dungeon
Masterlist
Toxic headcanons
Price one-shot
Simon ghost Riley abuse headcanons
Medic one sided love
Specific things I think toxic cod men would be into
tags: cucking sam...rip, reader is sam's roommate at the psychward lol, rough sex, painplay, unwanted arousal, implied sam/lucifer, reader has a crush on sam, creampie, choking, slapping, crying, dacryphilia, afab terms for reader's genitalia.
The psych ward was quiet at night. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that pressed on your chest and made every distant scream or muffled sob feel like it was happening inside your own head.
You shared a room with Sam Winchester.
He was kind to you ā the only person who didnāt treat you like you were completely broken. Youād been admitted after a hunt gone wrong left you with visions you couldnāt explain. Sam understood. He talked to you in a soft voice during group sessions, shared his snacks, and sometimes let you curl up on his bed when the nightmares got bad. You had a lowkey, hopeless crush on him. He was gentle. Steady. Safe.
Until Lucifer showed up.
At first you thought you were losing it worse than Sam. Because Sam kept muttering to empty air, flinching at nothing. But you saw him tooā tall, blond, wearing that smug, cruel smile.
Lucifer could see that you saw him. And he loved it.
Lucifer would appear in the corner of the room while Sam was ātalkingā to him, staring straight at you with those icy blue eyes. Heād wink. Blow a kiss. Mouth filthy things while Sam begged him to leave him alone.
Youād shrink against the wall, heart hammering, trying not to cry. You were terrified of him. Angels were supposed to be holy. Lucifer was anything but that.
One night, Sam was heavily medicated and half-asleep on his bed, muttering Luciferās name like a curse. You were sitting on your own mattress, knees drawn up, when the air grew cold.
Lucifer appeared right beside your bed.
āWell, well.ā He purred, voice smooth as silk and sharp as a blade. āYou really can see me, canāt you, little mortal?ā
You pressed back against the headboard, eyes wide. āLeave me alone.ā You muttered.
Lucifer tilted his head, studying you like a fascinating new toy. His gaze flicked to Sam, then back to you. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face.
āOhā¦ I see. Youāve got a little crush on Sammy, donāt you?ā He laughed softly. āHow adorable. The broken boy pining after the other broken boy. Pathetic.ā
You shook your head frantically, tears already stinging your eyes. āPleaseā¦donāt.ā
But Lucifer was already moving. He sat on the edge of your bed, reaching out to trail cold fingers down your cheek. You flinched hard.
āSam canāt do anything about me.ā Lucifer whispered. āHeās too scared. Too weak. But youā¦ you can feel every second of this.ā
He glanced at Sam, who was now staring at the empty space where Lucifer stood, eyes wide with fear.
āHey, Sammy.ā Lucifer called out cheerfully. āWatch this.ā
Samās eyes widened in horror as Lucifer grabbed you by the throat and shoved you flat onto the mattress.
āNo, no, Lucifer, donātāā Samās voice cracked, but he didnāt move. He couldnāt. The fear was too deep, too ingrained.
You whimpered, tears spilling freely now. āSam...helpāā
Lucifer laughed, low and cruel. āHe wonāt. He never does. Not when it comes to me.ā
He ripped your hospital clothing open, exposing the soft skin beneath. His hand slapped your cheek hard, sharp enough to make you cry out. Another slap. Then another. Your tears flowed faster.
āLook at you.ā Lucifer mocked in that velvet voice. āCrying already? Iāve barely touched you. Such a pathetic little crybaby. Does Sammy know his roommate gets wet when heās scared?ā
He yanked your pants down, exposing you completely, you were slick already, for some strange reason. You tried to close your legs, sobbing, but Lucifer forced them open with casual strength.
Sam was breathing hard across the room, fists clenched. āStop. Leave him alone.ā
Lucifer ignored him. He freed his cock, thick and hard, and rubbed it against your entrance without any prep, just your slickness.
āYouāre going to watch me fuck your little friend, Sammy.ā Lucifer taunted. āAnd youāre going to sit there like the good little boy you are.ā
He thrust in.
You screamed, back arching violently. The burn was brutal. Lucifer groaned in pleasure, burying himself to the hilt in one savage stroke.
āFuck, youāre tight.ā He growled. āTight and crying for me. Perfect.ā
He started fucking you hard ā deep, punishing thrusts that made your whole body jolt. One hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy while the other slapped your face lightly, smearing your tears.
āCry louder.ā He demanded, mean dom energy radiating off him. āLet Sammy hear how much you love this cock.ā
You sobbed openly, tears streaming down your temples. The mix of pain, fear, and unwanted arousal was overwhelming. Your cunt traitorously clenching around him.
Lucifer noticed. He laughed cruelly.
āLook at that, Sammy. Your boy is dripping for me. What does that say about you, hm, boy?ā
Sam looked devastated, but his eyes were glued to the scene, unable to look away. His hands shook.
Lucifer leaned down, biting your neck hard enough to bruise while he railed you. āPathetic human whore. Crushing on poor broken Sam while you let me fuck you raw. Does it hurt? Good. Cry more.ā
He slapped your chest, then your faceā lighter but stinging. Each hit made fresh tears fall, they clearly thrilled him, his thrusts grew more erratic every time you whimpered and sobbed.
You were a complete messā crying, drooling, begging incoherently between broken moans. āPleaseāhurts, Samāā
āSam canāt save you.ā Lucifer hissed, choking you harder. āHe never could.ā
He fucked you through orgasm after orgasm, forcing your body to respond even as you cried. When he finally came, he buried himself deep and filled you, growling filth against your ear.
āGood little toy. Such a pretty crybaby.ā
He pulled out slowly, letting his cum leak out of you obscenely. Then he looked over at Sam with pure satisfaction.
āSee that, Sammy? Your roommate takes cock better than you ever did.ā
Sam looked physically ill.
Lucifer stood, tucking himself away, and patted your tear-soaked cheek almost affectionately.
āIāll be back tomorrow night, sweetheart. Maybe Iāll let Sammy join next time. Or maybe Iāll just keep breaking you in front of him until he finally snaps.ā
He vanished.
You curled up on your side, shaking and sobbing quietly. Cum dripped down your thighs. Your body ached everywhere.
Sam crossed the room in seconds, sitting on the edge of your bed. His hands hovered like he was afraid to touch you.
āIām so sorry.ā He whispered, voice cracking. āIām so fucking sorry, baby.ā
You looked up at him through tears, terrified and still aching with that stupid crush.
Luciferās laughter echoed faintly in the room, even though he was gone.
āThe preacher may never marry us and my mama may never know you but I can kiss you over a flask of whiskey and dance with you under the stars and if this isnāt marriage Iām not sure what god is looking forā -maybecowboycore
-Older! Cowboy! price who is so tired. Heās had a hard life after his wife left him and never came back. Who missed the feeling of hands against his his back and fingers in his now shaggy hair. All he does is work all day and then sleep, his wrinkles showing him his younger years are long gone.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who puts a help wanted sign in the newspaper and is suprised to see a younger man at his door the next day. Obviously a city boy with a pep in his step and hasnāt seen the horrors he had.
-older! Cowboy! Price who is rude at first. Grunting when you fall in cow shit. Annoyed when youāre a bit slow.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who very slowly becomes softer over the months. His hands against youāre back to lead you when you get a bit slower than him.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who gets a strange tingly feeling in his stomach after he sees the once clean city boy holding a newborn sheep with dirty hands and hair against his sweaty forehead. A proud smile against face as he looks up at him with the most proudest look.
-Price who slowly realizes that the days arenāt as dull and cold as they once were. Always finding his hand against your back. Or on your shoulder.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who melts when you help him turn his once shaggy hair and now buzzed hair. Your hand against his cheek to steady him.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who kisses you after you fall off your horse by accident. You barely were hurt, but he still so casually kissed you like he always did. Like it came to him so naturally.
-His hand finding your pocket in your jeans as you both walk back into the house to eat dinner. His face looking at yours as you talk about what all you did. His ears hanging onto every word, every sound, something he hadnāt done in years.
-That same night he finally does what heās been wanting to do for months. His rough hands against your slightly less rough hands. His lips against your neck as you feel his thick cock gently hitting that delicious spot that made you dizzy.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who isnāt sad anymore. Fingers against his now shaved hair as his head lays against your chest. The nice gentle city boy turned into a nice gentle cowboy. His life isnāt hard anymore. Not with his boy.
But he quickly feels bad because you give him the silent treatment. Refusing his pets, hiding under tables. You even refuse grooming time!!! You loved when he would brush your hair for you!! (ā„ Ļ ā„)
So while youāre sleeping he gently scoops you up with those thick arms of his. giving you small kisses and coos while you wake up. And when you try to escape, legs kicking and wiggling with all your might! he just traces your hole. His finger against it. Finally pushing in when you whined enough. His two thick fingers pumping over and over as he whispers small apologies to you.
āOh, I know, I know, māsuch a meanie. Māsorry Iāll never yell again okay? Bunny? You gotta answer or Iāll stopā
You lazily nod your head, which makes him smile. He finally pumps harder making you finish. Your head against his chest as he enjoys finally being able to hug his bunny again <33
Hello hello!!! Ik I kinda went on a hiatus without telling one but it will be ending soon! Once summer starts Iāll be back, I just have a shit load of stuff on my plate. Love you guys <333
I swear Iām here! Iām currently in the works of writing/revamping my blog to fit what I want to write and what characters I want to write for. Iāve also just been catching up with stuff I want to do like watching anime and drawing when I feel like it. I have stuff plan soon! Expect characters from one piece and even my own characters that I plan on writing for!
Sorry for the lack of content, I have most of my week off after tomorrow so you might be getting something then if I donāt get butt fucked by other stuff. Send in requests if ya like
Tw:Reader is feminine style wise but is not stated to any pronouns. This fic includes price being a giant creep and overall mature content.
You didnāt think much of the new man that moved into the small farm house next to your paās land. He was to far away for you to even see, to far from your person to care. Why would you anyways? You had chores to do! Feeding the animals, picking weeds, hosing off the horses so they donāt overheat, and making sure that dinner was ready for you both.
You still continued to not care, until pa told you a few things about him, how he deserves respect because heās a vet and has worked hard in the military. How heās a big guy, could be useful to be nice to the guy.
āBig guy, lots of patches and pins on that jacket of his. You be nice and respectful now, donāt forget to call emā sir as well.ā
Heād say as he sent you off to meet him, brownies in hand that he made you make.
āEveryone needs to meet a guy like thatāyour pa thinks to himself while he watches you leave.
So you stroll along the warm grass, the summer sun and warm weather had finally made the wild flowers bloom as you carefully make sure not to step on the shattered colorful plants. Long steams with colorful petals that danced in the warm breeze made you get lost in thought. So lost you didnāt realize that you didnāt see price standing at his door staring at the cute thing starting to pick the colorful wild flowers in his yard.
Hands moving across the ground as you start stacking the flowers on the plastic wrapped plate. And he canāt help but marvel at you.
He purposely shifts his weight on the creaky floorboards on his wooden porch heās watching you from. Big arms crossed against his chest when his eyes meet yours, finally catching your attention that he wanted.
āNeed something or ya just here for the flowers?ā
His voice is deep and to your very surprise British. You canāt help but stare at him and hisā¦.stupidity handsome face. Beard shaven nicely, shirt tight but not to small against his toned torso, oh and those friendly eyes. He definitely takes care of himself which is rare to see in older men these days.
āYour ears need cleaning out?ā
He huffs while the cigar continues to leak smoke, his thick accented voice scares you from your trance.
āO..oh! Sorry, uhmā¦Iām from the farm next door, Iām your neighbor so I wanted to bring you something!ā
Your voice is breaking and cracking as you speak. a small light lie, but god forbid your not gonna pass the offer to not look like a saint to this cutie of a man.
āHa, well arenāt you a sweet thing.ā
The words leave his lips like a fresh smell of baked goods, you swear you could start drooling. Or maybe you already were
And oh god was price stricken. You were like a fae that popped into his yard, picking flowers with a plate of fresh goods. The cute pink mini skirt you were wearing definitely didnāt helpā¦nor did that top that hugs your cute tits.
And it definitely didnāt help, that he could see down that cute shirt as you hand him that plate of brownies. He almost just dropped the plate to touch the two mounds of soft plush that was peaking out from that top.
calloused fingers graze yours as you hand him the white plate, soft gooey brownies that were slightly melting from the sun shake. And with that same, soft smile you used to greet him you wave good bye.
His eyes peer down at the plate along with the bundle of wild flowers you had picked. Eyebrows furrow in thought. You can cookā¦.kindā¦.kind of air headedā¦.everything a man needs in a wife.
