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 don’t like what I write, don’t comment or anything just block. I’ll probably just block you if you do something like that. I always add a tw to my fics unless it’s 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. I’m 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 “scout x reader” i probably won’t do it because I’ve got no idea what you want
Fandoms/characters you can request, I’ll 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
Just stumbled across you and went on a DEEP rabbit hole down your abuse fics!!!! I should NOT be liking it as much as I am!!!!!
......was PERHAPS wondering if you'd MAYBE like to explore more on Valeria with a fem reader.... PERHAPS stalking, trapping, all that good stuff ( ◕ᗜ◕ )
Of course! I don’t write for fem reader (I’m not a girl so it’s harder for me to use that pov) so I’ll add it to my list 🫡
Diluc who gets sad because you refuse to cuddle with him during a sweltering heatwave. The mansion especially humid during this time of year. His big sad eyes looking at you while you face the fan like you’ve just massacred his entire family. Times like these were when he wishes he wasn’t a man of pyro. His body already running hotter than a non pyro visions user. He looks all dejected as you fan yourself and only feeling a bit better when you put your bare foot against his.
Hey! I just read your toxic!simon post where he keeps controlling reader and threatening himself and was wondering if you could do any more headcannons on what would happen if after years of dealing with him it just drove reader over the edge and instead she kills herself over it all. She doesn’t feel like she can escape him any other way so instead she escaped through death.
I’m gonna sound kinda mean but I’ve had three people ask me abt making a post about the reader killing themselves what is making you guys think I’m gonna write that 😭 my posts aren’t ment to be angst and for you to cry over you’re supposed to jack off to them 😭
Hybrids I think the cod men would have and a quick reason why!!! Tw: (smut)
Kyle: Doggie hybrid!!! I think Kyle is a really active and needs a partner that is active and wants to run around in his backyard. I also think his sex drive is a big higher since he’s younger then most so he needs someone to keep up ⊂(◉‿◉)つ
Price: Bunny hybrid!!! Since he’s older and can’t keep up with a dog hybrid he’d want a more calmer hybrid. I see him being content with just feeding you sweets while you sit on his lap along with playing/chewing on toys. His sex drive is lower and he’ll happily sit back and let you ride him. (⸝⸝⸝O﹏ O⸝⸝⸝)
Ghost/simon: people think he wants a big rough and tough dog hybrid but I see him with a smaller dog hybrid. He wants a small lap hybrid that will snore with him on the couch. He wants walks and cuddles. Very very lazy sex with this guy, I think he prefers to spoil you and sleep. ٩(˘◡˘)۶
Alejandro: lazy little kitty hybrid!!! He wants to come back from missions and have you lay on his lap while he wiggles a toy and watching you swat it. If a mission goes wrong he’s rough but praises his “pretty kitty” for taking it!!!! Gives you a really feminine collar regarding of gender because he likes the design more. ヽ(^o^)ノ
Vladimir: wolf/wolf dog hybrid! he’s never 100% in it for the relationship and does want you to work for him. So you’re often seen by him on a collar but on full gear to help him/protect him. He sort of cuddles you??? but it’s mostly sex at the end of the day. (ಠ╭╮ಠ)
Valeria: mouse hybrid!!! She wants a small little hybrid to cuddle with at the end of those stressful missions! Loves loves loves your round ears and enjoys spoiling you with treats. Much less sex since she’s the least around but when she is she’s alllll up on you. Cuddling, gifts, kissing. You feel very loved even when she isn’t around! And lots of gentle sex! She does most of the work
König: leopard hybrid!! He wants a big kitty to sit on his lap while he pets you!! A weighted blanket!!! He wants a hybrid that’s taller than him so he can feel pampered so he enjoys getting groomed by you. I also think you are a sub top in the relationship when it comes to him!! ( ๑॔˃̶◡ ˂̶๑॓)◞♡
-Owner!Ghost x hybrid! Bunny! Reader whos foot keeps thumping on the ground as Ghost continues to get to busy to pet them. Maybe cleaning up their bed because they got stains all over it because they ate sweets in it. (Something they weren’t supposed to do)
-Owner!Ghost who sighs as you continue to sneak unhealthy snacks from the pantry. He finds you burrowed in the warm clean laundry nibbling on chocolate. His once clean pants now stained with chocolate. (;¬_¬)
-Owner! Ghost who gets more annoyed as he finds you sitting under the bed while chewing on the wooden bed post. He shoots a look at the pile of chew toys he got for you! Gah he’s so annoyed at how spoiled you’re getting!
-Owner! Ghost who finally has enough and realizes he has to do his least favorite thing and punish his sweet little bunny! He grips your hips and pulls you out from under the bed. (╥_╥)
-Owner! Ghost plopping you on his lap while pulling your cute little shorts down. Your mouth nibbling and licking his fingers. Cute butt on full display, tail wiggling. He mentally calculates to himself how many times you didn’t listen this week. Ten times in total.
-Owner! Ghost’s hand landing on your ass. You stiffen, letting out a small yelp. Trying to wiggle away, he grips your hips harder. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
-“You’re going to count- hold still baby- every single spank. Do you know why? Because you were bratty alllll week. Okay?”
-Owner! Ghost who smiles to himself a bit as you start counting. Noticing how you start to leak after the fifth spank. Soft coos telling you how well your doing and how your almost done.
-Owner! Ghost how hugs you and coos as he tells you how well you did. Petting those sweet fluffy ears as you sniffle, your stomach warm with pleasure. （˶′◡‵˶）
Bunny keeps hiding carrots around the base as a joke. Quaritch acts annoyed every time he finds one, but secretly enjoys finding them. Then, one day, they suddenly stop appearing. 🥕🐰
The first carrot appeared in his locker.
Colonel Quaritch stared at it for a long moment.
Just... a carrot.
Bright orange.
Perfectly clean.
Sitting right on top of his folded gear.
The recoms were gathered around the ready room when he marched in carrying the vegetable.
"Which one of you idiots did this?"
Lyle glanced up from cleaning his rifle.
"Wha—"
Quaritch held up the carrot.
Silence.
Then laughter erupted.
"Aw hell," Walker wheezed. "Someone got the Colonel."
"I don't have time for this." He tossed the carrot into the trash and walked away.
The next morning there were three carrots.
The morning after that there were five.
Then one was tucked into his boot.
Another inside his helmet.
One somehow appeared in his ammunition case.
The entire squad found it hilarious.
Quaritch did not.
At least that was what he claimed.
You, meanwhile, were having the time of your life.
As the only bunny hybrid on Pandora, you had earned a reputation for being energetic, curious, and occasionally a menace.
The fluffy rabbit ears perched atop your head twitched excitedly as you crouched behind a crate outside the barracks.
A carrot sat in your hands.
Your latest victim's locker stood open.
Perfect.
You darted forward.
Slip.
Carrot inside.
Gone.
Like a ghost.
A very cute ghost.
You returned to your hiding spot just in time to see Quaritch arrive.
The giant recom stopped.
Opened the locker.
Saw the carrot.
Froze.
Your ears shook from holding back laughter.
The look on his face was priceless.
Absolute betrayal.
As if the universe itself had offended him.
You managed to keep quiet until he finally muttered,
"For the love of God."
That was it.
You collapsed into silent giggles.
A week later everyone knew who was responsible.
Mostly because your ears gave away your emotions.
Whenever Quaritch discovered a carrot, your ears perked straight up.
Whenever he looked around suspiciously, they started twitching.
Whenever he found one hidden somewhere especially clever, you nearly vibrated with excitement.
The squad had figured it out almost immediately.
Quaritch had too.
But oddly enough...
He never actually stopped you.
"Oh look," Lyle announced one morning. "Another carrot."
Quaritch had opened a supply crate.
And sure enough.
Another carrot.
You tried very hard not to smile.
Failed miserably.
His yellow eyes shifted toward you.
Your ears immediately stood straight.
The Colonel sighed.
"You think you're funny."
"Very."
The corner of his mouth twitched.
Just slightly.
You gasped dramatically.
"Was that a smile?"
"No."
"It was!"
"It wasn't."
The entire squad started laughing.
Then the carrots suddenly stopped for about three days.
At first nobody noticed.
Then Quaritch did.
Which was ridiculous.
Because why would he notice?
It wasn't like he cared.
Right?
Wrong.
On the fourth day he opened his locker.
Nothing.
No carrot.
No stupid little note.
No doodle.
Nothing.
His brow furrowed.
Lyle noticed immediately.
"You look disappointed."
"I'm not disappointed."
"You checked twice."
"I did not."
"You absolutely did."
Quaritch glared.
Lyle grinned.
The truth was simple.
You were sick.
A minor Pandora flu had knocked you flat.
Your fluffy ears drooped against your head.
You spent most of your time curled beneath blankets in your quarters.
The usual energy was completely gone.
When Quaritch eventually learned why the carrots had disappeared, something felt strangely off.
The base was quieter.
Less...
Interesting.
He found himself standing outside your room before realizing he'd walked there.
The door was cracked open.
Inside, you were asleep.
Curled into a blanket nest.
A stuffed rabbit tucked beneath your chin.
Ears drooping.
For some reason, the sight bothered him.
You looked too small.
Too tired.
Too sad.
His gaze landed on the empty desk nearby.
Then he noticed a bag peeking from under your bed.
Inside were dozens of carrots.
Clearly prepared for future pranks.
The Colonel stared at them.
Walked forward.
And slowly reached for them.
The next morning you woke up, you were extra miserable.
You shuffled toward your desk.
And froze.
There sat a carrot.
A single carrot.
Placed neatly in the center.
You blinked.
Confused.
Very confused.
Slowly, you picked it up.
Attached was a tiny note that read:
Get well soon.
The handwriting was familiar.
Your eyes widened.
"No way."
The second carrot appeared the next day.
Then another.
And another.
Each one had a different reminder.
Drink water.
Quit skipping meals.
Take your meds.
Get some sleep.
One simply read:
Stop looking like you're dying.
You laughed so hard you nearly fell out of bed.
By the time you recovered, you had accumulated seventeen carrots.
Seventeen!
The squad lost their minds when they found out.
Lyle was crying from laughter.
Walker couldn't breathe.
Even Z-Dog was grinning.
"You got reverse-carroted."
"I got what?"
"The Colonel started leaving carrots for you."
You turned slowly.
Very slowly.
Toward Quaritch.
The giant recom immediately looked away.
Like that would help.
"Oh my god."
"Don't."
"You missed me."
"I didn't."
"You missed me."
"I absolutely did not."
"You got worried."
"No."
"You left seventeen carrots."
"That proves nothing."
The squad erupted.
The following morning Quaritch opened his locker, Inside sat a carrot.
Attached was a note.
Miss me? ♡
He stared at it.
Then folded the note carefully.
Very carefully.
And slipped it into one of his pockets.
Nobody noticed.
Except Lyle.
And Lyle immediately started laughing.
By the end of the week the carrot war had officially resumed.
Only now, every morning, Quaritch secretly checked his locker before anyone else arrived.
Just in case.
And every time he found another carrot waiting for him, he couldn't quite stop the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
A smile that somehow always appeared whenever a certain bunny girl was nearby, pretending not to watch him from across the room with her ears perked high and her eyes shining. 🐰💕
um, me being self indulgent?? I lowk have been thinking of this for a bit. Inspired by @savagebite go check out their amazing cod price x bunny hybrid fic, I love it sm
(bite if this reaches you, PLS lmk if you feel uncomfortable with me taking inspo from you so that I can take this down. #I’velearnedfropreviousmistakes)
Hi, everything okay? I realized that I like reading stories with hybrid readers, but I don't know much about the subject and sometimes I don't know how to properly imagine the reader. For example, when the reader is supposed to be a rabbit or a fox, would they only have tails and ears or something more? Is there anything that could give me some guidance on this? Sorry if I asked something wrong or strange, and if any words are misspelled. I don't speak English and I use Google Translate to read and write here.
Thank you in advance, I'm loving your writing by the way <3.
Haiii!!! Usually hybrid (for me) means a mix of two species so when I do cat hybrids for example it’s ment to look like this (using a anime chacater as an example)
However, usually it can mean a variety of things. Like hybrids can have more animal like legs. My reader is always more animal than human and I usually envision them as a anime cat girl/boy/person
Ok so this is so nerdy but I saw ur post about using Vaseline as a lotion right
Vaseline only works to maintain any hydration/moisture on the skin, it doesn’t actually add any more
So it’s better to use Vaseline after putting on lotion
😣❤️
Oh wait akkadbhsianebe this is actually really interesting I didn’t know this- I was talking about the Vaseline lotion though but this caused me to google a bunch of stuff about Vaseline and then a factory video about it
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.
autor's note: i lowkey want that cookie
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟 ❤︎ ﾟ｡ ❀ ｡ﾟ ❤︎𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
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 — the only person who didn’t treat you like you were completely broken. You’d been admitted after a hunt gone wrong left you with visions you couldn’t 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 too— tall, blond, wearing that smug, cruel smile.
Lucifer could see that you saw him. And he loved it.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟 ❤︎ ﾟ｡ ❀ ｡ﾟ ❤︎𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎟
It started small.
Lucifer would appear in the corner of the room while Sam was “talking” to him, staring straight at you with those icy blue eyes. He’d wink. Blow a kiss. Mouth filthy things while Sam begged him to leave him alone.
You’d 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 Lucifer’s 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.
“Well, well.” He purred, voice smooth as silk and sharp as a blade. “You really can see me, can’t you, little mortal?”
You pressed back against the headboard, eyes wide. “Leave me alone.” 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.
“Oh… I see. You’ve got a little crush on Sammy, don’t you?” He laughed softly. “How adorable. The broken boy pining after the other broken boy. Pathetic.”
You shook your head frantically, tears already stinging your eyes. “Please…don’t.”
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.
“Sam can’t do anything about me.” Lucifer whispered. “He’s too scared. Too weak. But you… you can feel every second of this.”
He glanced at Sam, who was now staring at the empty space where Lucifer stood, eyes wide with fear.
“Hey, Sammy.” Lucifer called out cheerfully. “Watch this.”
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Sam’s eyes widened in horror as Lucifer grabbed you by the throat and shoved you flat onto the mattress.
“No, no, Lucifer, don’t—” Sam’s voice cracked, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t. The fear was too deep, too ingrained.
You whimpered, tears spilling freely now. “Sam...help—”
Lucifer laughed, low and cruel. “He won’t. He never does. Not when it comes to me.”
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.
“Look at you.” Lucifer mocked in that velvet voice. “Crying already? I’ve barely touched you. Such a pathetic little crybaby. Does Sammy know his roommate gets wet when he’s scared?”
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. “Stop. Leave him alone.”
Lucifer ignored him. He freed his cock, thick and hard, and rubbed it against your entrance without any prep, just your slickness.
“You’re going to watch me fuck your little friend, Sammy.” Lucifer taunted. “And you’re going to sit there like the good little boy you are.”
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.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He growled. “Tight and crying for me. Perfect.”
He started fucking you hard — 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.
“Cry louder.” He demanded, mean dom energy radiating off him. “Let Sammy hear how much you love this cock.”
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.
“Look at that, Sammy. Your boy is dripping for me. What does that say about you, hm, boy?”
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. “Pathetic human whore. Crushing on poor broken Sam while you let me fuck you raw. Does it hurt? Good. Cry more.”
He slapped your chest, then your face— 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 mess— crying, drooling, begging incoherently between broken moans. “Please—hurts, Sam—”
“Sam can’t save you.” Lucifer hissed, choking you harder. “He never could.”
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.
“Good little toy. Such a pretty crybaby.”
He pulled out slowly, letting his cum leak out of you obscenely. Then he looked over at Sam with pure satisfaction.
“See that, Sammy? Your roommate takes cock better than you ever did.”
Sam looked physically ill.
Lucifer stood, tucking himself away, and patted your tear-soaked cheek almost affectionately.
“I’ll be back tomorrow night, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll let Sammy join next time. Or maybe I’ll just keep breaking you in front of him until he finally snaps.”
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.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, voice cracking. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”
You looked up at him through tears, terrified and still aching with that stupid crush.
Lucifer’s laughter echoed faintly in the room, even though he was gone.
“The 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 isn’t marriage I’m not sure what god is looking for” -maybecowboycore
-Older! Cowboy! price who is so tired. He’s 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 hasn’t seen the horrors he had.
-older! Cowboy! Price who is rude at first. Grunting when you fall in cow shit. Annoyed when you’re a bit slow.
-Older! Cowboy! Price who very slowly becomes softer over the months. His hands against you’re 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 aren’t 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 hadn’t done in years.
-That same night he finally does what he’s 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 isn’t 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 isn’t hard anymore. Not with his boy.
Mean owner! Price who snaps at Bunny hybrid! Reader after they accidentally break the nice ceramic bowl that he gave them for meals. You were just mad you got healthy yucky pellets!!! You wanted cake!!! (´∩｀。)
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!! (╥ ω ╥)
So while you’re 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.
“Oh, I know, I know, m’such a meanie. M’sorry I’ll never yell again okay? Bunny? You gotta answer or I’ll stop”
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 I’ll be back, I just have a shit load of stuff on my plate. Love you guys <333
