#cowboy nsft

[war-forged-storms]

The things I’d give to have a mean trans cowboy put me on all fours and force my legs open so they can put a pail between them, just to jerk my tcock over and over again to milk every orgasm they can from me.

(Bonus points if they can get me to squirt into the bucket and make me swallow it)

[yourtpup]

my transition goal is a cowboy but unfortunately the kind that makes your cunt his new left hand.

the kind that keeps you hogtied and suspended in a stall all day on full display. if you’re lucky there might be a bench under you. you’ll spend your time just waiting for him to come home after a long day at work. you’ll hope he didn’t have a bad day, but a slut like you would probably want him take out his anger on your cunt. he’ll pull the bench from underneath you and untie your legs. he’ll fuck your hole till the only thing keeping your body suspended is the rope around your waist that’s anchored to the ceiling. every thrust will send it digging into you more. when he’s done with you his seed will be running down your thighs and best case you’ll be covered in rope burn, not blood. but what else would a whore like you deserve? you’re just a filthy animal anyway.

[fruitlandtm]

“You’re always thinking about strap." Baby, I’m a cowboy, and I was born to ride.

[thebloodbringscolorandfluoresce]

Dinner With The Predator

(halloween special! setting is western kinda like Texas Massacre type shit. TW: predator/prey, daddy/fem!baby dynamics, dub-con but consensual, stockholm syndrome)

After a week, he finally let his captive out. Her wrists were bruised, her legs ached, and her back was all marked up from the whippings he gave. The cowboy grinned when he let her out, waving her cell keys around happily.

“Ready to behave, angel?”

She was wrapped around the blanket, shaking up, she was cold and sad. She felt alone; alone in her pain; she was just crying. He sighed and wrapped the blanket around her thin shoulders, pulling her close and into an embrace, rocking her back and forth in one of the haystacks. He wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her back softly and trying to soothe her.

“How 'bout you let me give you some TLC, swee'art? You’ve earned it after bein’ my prisoner for a week.” He hummed, brushing a few tear stained strands from her face.

The little lady shakes her head, she doesn't want to be touched...

She is still crying, in pain and dressed in that blue dress, all destroyed and stitches torn. "N-No..." She sobbed, trying to face him, makeup ruined. He sighs lowly, wrapping her gently in the blanket. He picked her up in his muscular arms, holding her in a protective carry while carrying her up to their home, to his bathroom. Her back was dressed in bruises, eyes puffy and her cherry red hair look like a lump of hay.

...

...

...

On the other side of the door, the Dom was preparing a meal for her. He set a steak on the skillet, making it how she liked it. Well-done.

He cooked her some mashed potatoes and green beans and had her favorite drink prepared for her. The ranch man had mixed feelings about her running away. He just hoped that, after the steak and some rest, she would realize that he only had her best interests in mind.

He watched her take her seat, smiling softly when one of his rabbits hopped onto her lap and made itself comfortable. He hummed and gestured to her plate. She looked so beautiful; a white dress with a cute bow on her hair, she looked like one of those vintage dolls she collects.

The sweet girl stood in the balcony, near the staircase. She could see him sat in the dining room, her frown didn't go away; not even her stomach begging for food would convince her to eat dinner with him. Or so she thought.

He gestured to her chair, smiling snarkly. “I made steak, ya' favorite. Come and eat, baby. You’ll feel better after ya' get some food in your belly."

"I’ll even let you drink some wine.”

Wine? This could mean a thing, he wants her to get drunk, not tonight. She went down the stairs, after all she hasn't eaten well in a week. She was still not talking, she just sat down in silence.

“Eat up, doll. Let’s put some of that beautiful meat in your pretty mouth…” Leo leaned his head on his hand, staring at her with tired eyes.

She icked at his words, that could easily be misinterpreted; who was she kidding? It was well intended.

He grinned at her and shrugged, pouring her a small glass of her favorite red wine over the edge of the glass. “Don’t worry darlin', it’ll bring down this tension you’re feelin'. And I’m sure it’ll make ya' feel all nice and tipsy, too.”

He grabbed one of the wine glasses and poured himself a glass, taking a sip of it and putting it back down on the counter. He stared at her, sipping casually. But the Sub did not drink the wine.

As everyone ate (yes, he fed them bunnies too), the cowboy reached over and poured her the wine, letting his fingers brush against her hand. He grinned and leaned towards her. "Come on doll, I know you love my wine. And I know you have a sweet tooth." He sighed and rubbed her knee under the table, running his big hand on it. "You gotta' eat a bit more tonight, doll. You're too thin."

She stares at the bunnies eating the pieces of meat. She grabbed the fork and knife, cutting the meat in very asymmetrical, badly cut pieces.

She was so afraid...

He grinned when he saw her about to eat the first bite. She was a little out of it after her little shower and her time outside, but he kept a watchful eye on her nonetheless. He took a sip of his wine. "That's my good girl. You like that, doll? You like my meat, huh?"

That's it, she sets the silverware with a slight toss, pushing the plate away and curving like a ball. She just didn't know and doesn't want to accept her Dom's kind of kindness sometimes.

Wrong choice to do.

He sighed when she pushed the plate away, fuming. "Come on, doll. You can't be serious. You're gonna make that steak go to waste? And I took the time to make that, too."

"And you know I don't like waste."

She was being a bad girl; the sub pressed her hands against the wooden table, tossing her napkin. But the impact made the plate and the glass of wine fall, shattering into pieces. The rabbits had eaten their meat and now hopped towards their owner.

Oh... His eyes were gone, hand pinching the bunny's fur with anger. She tried to reach the staircase but he was faster.

"Oh you're being stubborn tonight." He frowned and reached over, grabbing a handful of her hair. He pulled harder than he should have, yanking her hair off the table.

"Listen, you stupid doll. You better eat your damn dinner tonight. Be a good girl and sit up properly, and stuff that fucking mouth with my meat. I'll even give you some chocolate covered strawberries if you eat it all. That sound good, bitch?"

The Sub watched the bunnies hop on the food, letting them eat the meat; she gasped when the Dom yanked her hair, whining. She immediately shakes her head, no.

She doesn't want anything. But dolls like her don't get to choose what they get.

"You really are acting like a brat, you know that? Do I need to punish you right now? How's the floor sound to you, doll?" Saying it while smashing her against the cold tiles of the floor, staining her pure white dress with wine.

"You're sore all over, but I'm sure a few spanks will be enough to make ya' be an obedient doll all over again..."

In response, he grinned and reached around for a bunny, pulling it close and patting its head. "C'mere, boys. I think we need to teach this little minx a lesson."

He grinned, setting the rabbit on his lap. "This is what happens when you're a bad baby, doll. Bad babies get punished, doll. And you're my bad baby, aren't you?" He chuckled, reaching down for her arm. He yanked her towards him and pulled her over his lap, smacking her ass.

"...!!!" She widened her eyes. She has pushed his buttons, and the bunnies know it, judging by how they all hope away except the one on his lap. It was so painful, and embarrassing given the bunnies were watching her. It had turned red, and well...

It's easier to say that dinner was over, the bunnies ate the food dropped on the floor.

She gave up, she knows she cannot escape her predator. Kidnapped at her teens, she became his sweet ranch girl; a doll he filled up with his seed all night, and behaved her with rough love in the process.

She learned to tolerate him, to perhaps...

Love him.

He smirked and held the sweet treat he promised right near her mouth. "Say 'ahh'. I will give you that strawberry if you give daddy a kiss." He grinned, slowly bringing it in.

"Come on, princess. Daddy knows you want it. Tell daddy how bad you want that strawberry…."

"Ah..." She trembled, quickly being muffled by the strawberry on her mouth, almost like a plug. It looked... Cute on her, the strawberry just being there on her mouth.

He smiled and reached up to play with her hair. "There we go…" The cowboy was satisfied, his right thigh flexing as the growing bulge in his jeans was making its presence.

"Now why don't ya' open up for Daddy…."

He chuckled softly, leaning over his lap. "Come on, lemme' see that pretty tongue of yours, doll." The Sub looked away, opening her mouth after eating that single fruit, her tongue sticking out with spit drooling from the tip. Let's ignore she hasn't eaten all day, but don't worry...

Her Daddy will soon give her something she'll enjoy more. Something with a lasting fulfill sensation, numb her tongue and the rest of her senses, and that was pressing so hard against her pathetically wet core.

"I think we should put a little more than a strawberry in your mouth, don't you, baby?"

-Angelcake.

[thingthatgoes-butch-inthenight]

Thinking about a werewolf x cowboy romance..... Have you considered that? You really should

[muzzledcircuits]

need me a cowboy who everybody thinks is this soft caring gentleman but gets hot n’ heavy the second my hands trace filigree on his belt buckle and his gaze teases me in ways i never thought i co*gets dragged away by security*

[restingpuppyface]

want someone to break the cowboy hat rule with me.

[doubledickedup]

High and in the bathtub???? Hello! Hot and wet² lmao. Boutta play Careless Whisper and think about getting fucked by a cowboy

[war-forged-storms]

romanticizing the south is, (un?)fortunately, very relatable lately. I’ve said “save a horse, ride a cowboy” too many times for it to be a joke anymore😔😔😔

-L🕰️

Fr, I need to have sex with a cowboy/southerner so badly it’s not even funny, it’s like my cunt can’t be satiated until I get it 😭 there’s just something so hot about the rope and leather and chaps and the riding visuals and god I need a cowboy (especially a trans cowboy) to hogtie me and breed my holes while sweet talking to me in their sweet drawl.

This might be passed over sharing lol

[cowboywithacunt]

Cis guys who talk about trans guys having wet needy holes or whatever are so funny. What about YOUR needy fuck hole, buddy? You got a prostate for a reason.

[pile-of-skulls]

Reblogging this for Yeehaugust 🖤

(petition to get a cowboy hat emoji, this guy 🤠 terrifies me)

Not to be a stereotypical cowboy but I need to take them out into a field under the stars and hogtie them so they can look up at the moon while I slide in. Tell Lady Selene how good I’m making you feel, gorgeous, she’s heard all about you, tell her about me.

[venusbutch]

outlaw cowboy butch x prairie girl femme.. hair ribbons left in saddle bags for good luck.. rough leather gloves underneath soft plaid prairie dresses.. leaving exchanges smelling of his musk, smoke and gunpowder.. hiding him out in your daddy’s barn and sneaking off to see him late at night, only to find yourself spread out on the hay, holding back gasps as he leaves hungry possessive marks on your neck, whining as he slides the grip of his revolver into your dripping cunt

[alliet755]

OH,hi there what's up?

[royaltransfae]

They have a cowboy hat and I will steal it and wear it once I come to visit fully expecting them to follow the rule

ngl i have such a thing for cowboys its crazy i love the southern drawls and their sort of gentlemanly way of acting.. just want a nice cowboy to call me his doll and take me back to the little inn hes staying at. id kiss him so sweetly, so slowly, play with his hair as i sit on his thigh. he could grab at my hips from under my top, large rough calloused hands gripping me, pulling me closer, guiding me to grind on him. his gruff voice praising me, calling me " darlin' " as i chase my own pleasure..

[cross-eyed-boy]

need two older trans cowgirls to see me from across the bar and enjoy my baby cowboy vibes and take me home to spitroast me to country music before sending me on my way home the next morning with my tummy full of hearty food, their numbers and a playlist of good country music

[scrubdaddybutch]

cowboy butch with wide shoulders you can grab onto while she makes you ride her

cowboy butch with rough hands that push your face down against the ground while shes fucking you from behind

cowboy butch with a bunch of rope she never lets anyone touch because she saves it to tie you up like a present and get you all worked up

cowboy butch with scars on her face that are still sensitive, and she gasps whenever you ghost a thumb over them

cowboy butch with big arms you can grab onto while her strap is sunk so deep inside you that you start seeing stars

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