Bite!!!

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

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)

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

😣❤️

“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.

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”

where u at?? (((

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 didn’t think much of the new man that moved into the small farm house next to your pa’s 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 don’t 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 he’s a vet and has worked hard in the military. How he’s a big guy, could be useful to be nice to the guy.

“Big guy, lots of patches and pins on that jacket of his. You be nice and respectful now, don’t forget to call em’ sir as well.”

He’d say as he sent you off to meet him, brownies in hand that he made you make.

“Everyone needs to meet a guy like that”your 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 didn’t realize that you didn’t 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 can’t help but marvel at you.

He purposely shifts his weight on the creaky floorboards on his wooden porch he’s watching you from. Big arms crossed against his chest when his eyes meet yours, finally catching your attention that he wanted.

“Need something or ya just here for the flowers?”

His voice is deep and to your very surprise British. You can’t help but stare at him and his….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.

“Your ears need cleaning out?”

He huffs while the cigar continues to leak smoke, his thick accented voice scares you from your trance.

“O..oh! Sorry, uhm…I’m from the farm next door, I’m your neighbor so I wanted to bring you something!”

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.

“Ha, well aren’t you a sweet thing.”

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 didn’t help…nor did that top that hugs your cute tits.

And it definitely didn’t 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 cook….kind….kind of air headed….everything a man needs in a wife.