#cowboy caleb

[starryeyeddraws]

Happy Juneleb <3

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[jellyelle]

cowboy!caleb comes home to his pregnant wife

sitting on the porch, you sigh as strands of wool yarn move between your fingers, metal needles scraping as you finish off another row of the little sweater you're making. afternoon light warms your figure, curled up in the corner on a rocking chair. a homemade blanket covers your legs and growing belly, lavender at your feet swaying in the breeze.

in the distance, you hear the familiar thrum of your husband's pickup truck. and in a matter of moments, you see it, this small, boxy thing growing bigger with every second, tyres stirring up dirt and bonnet shining beneath the sun.

a smile spreads across your lips, excitement tingling in your aching sitting bones. you've been knitting since lunch, trying to finish this sweater off. but your mind has been fuzzy. distracted. but now everything seems to be clearing up as the truck pulls into your driveway.

the driver's side door pops open, and your hubby jumps down, grinning from ear-to-ear like this is the happiest day of his life. the dogs come barking, eager to welcome him home. they encircle his legs, paws tapping on his boots and scratching up his jeans as he gives you a 'one second, honey' look. you giggle quietly, your gaze falling down to the unfinished project in your hands. with a deep breath, you start on the next row, busying yourself for the next minute or so until caleb finally reaches you.

"how's my girl doing today?" he asks, his rough palm brushing back your hair and fingers pulling you in for sweet kiss. grin on grin, you chortle as he draws back.

"good," you say, beaming up at him.

"and how's our little one?" caleb shifts in front of you and crouches between your legs, his hands coming to your covered belly and rubbing it reverently. leaning forward, he kisses your tummy, those gooey, puppy eyes staring right at you, meanwhile.

"also good." after planting another kiss, your husband rises to his feet and pulls the rocking chair next to you even closer. sitting down in it, the dogs soon come bounding over, barking playfully. the older of the pair, comet, has a chewed-up tennis ball in her mouth.

"go get it girls!" caleb exclaims, throwing the saliva-drenched ball towards the grass beside your cosy home. your furry babies scurry off, excited to fetch the ball, while you call back your hubby's attention.

"look. i'm almost done." you hold up the sweater to him. he chuckles, reaching out and feeling the soft wool between his fingertips.

"mhm, what am i looking at, honey?" you pout at him adorably.

"this is the back, silly. i already did the front and the arms, and then once i finish this, i can sew it altogether."

"ah, i see." he leans over the armrests, hand falling back onto your tummy. "the baby's gonna love it."

"you think?" you ask, nerves slipping into your voice. the dogs return, and caleb throws the ball again, watching them sprint toward it with a satisfied smirk.

meanwhile, you continue knitting your row, a little pucker in your brow as you do so. you see, your pregnancy wasn't exactly planned. you and caleb have been married for a few years, you're both financially stable, and you've both grown and matured as people (sort of—cough caleb cough). there couldn't be a better time to start expanding your little family. but admittedly, you've been far more nervous about it than he has.

and he knows. he's been listening to your late-night rants about how terrifying it is to have a baby. from the ways in which your body will change to the responsibility of raising a child. and the entire time, he's been nothing but supportive, always listening and talking things out with you, helping you to see that while it's gonna be a big change, it'll be worth it.

"c'mon, sweetheart," caleb coos, drawing your attention back to this moment. you've finished your row. "the baby's gonna love anything you make, yeah? and they're gonna love you even more." he gently pries your hand away from the unfinished sweater and intertwines your fingers. your wedding bands clash, metal burning hot with the memories of the vows you made to each other. another sigh escapes you, this time, setting your mind at ease.

"really?"

"really," caleb reassures you, bringing his lips to the back of your hand. the dogs hound. "alright, alright." he lets go of your hand reluctantly and ends up throwing the ball so far it might have landed on the next property. "whoopsies." they go running, disappearing into the tree line.

"so how was work today?" you ask, changing the topic as you continue knitting. cay scratches the back of his head, fingers nudging his akubra.

"it was fine. a few new cows were delivered. a bit skinny, but we'll fatten 'em up in no time," he remarks. "you start on dinner yet?"

"no."

"good. i went to the butcher's on the way back. picked us up a couple of steaks. i was thinking about roastin' some veggies to go with 'em tonight." you flinch as caleb's ringtone blares at full volume, harsh and unexpected. "shit, sorry, honey. just a sec." he reefs his phone out of his back pocket and brings it to his ear.

you chuckle quietly as you listen to your neighbour berate caleb about your dogs jumping the fence again.

"yes, yes, i know. and i told you, i'm very sorry, mrs collins. they just love to play. look, i'll be over in a few minutes to pick 'em, okay? it won't happen again." huffing, caleb gets up and adjusts his hat. gazing down at you, the sun illuminates the long day etched into his handsome face.

"won't be long, sweetheart. why don't you head inside? i'll get started on dinner once i'm back." like how he greeted you, he places a tender kiss on your lips before walking away. he's halfway down the steps when you call out to him.

"caleb!" immediately, he whips around, alert like a canine.

"yeah?!" he calls back.

"i love you!" a grin instantly breaks out across his lips.

"i love you, too, honey! head back inside, alright?" you give him a thumbs-up and watch as his figure retreats, long legs carrying him quickly across the ground. for a moment, you sit there and wonder, how did you get so damn lucky?

© jellyelle 2026. do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my works into ai.

[kockaslili]

Cowboy Caleb, thats it, thats the post

[clin0-maniac]

Old Face, New Eyes.. 🤠[Pt. 1]

[Western AU! Cowboy!Caleb] The two of ya knew each other since you were both naked babes cooking in the desert heat, nothin but a sole gun to ya'r names. He was sure gonna be with you through hell and all, that you were damn sure of. But there was no rush; you enjoyed yourself a peaceful life with him and the Gran who thought to help out two desert children. But you couldn't be children forever, and there comes a time where the bird must leave the nest..

A day hotter than the devil's breath, and here you were, stuck feedin' the damn hens. That damn sun just looovved tauntin' you with its slow pace—shining extra, extra hard on ya sweaty nape. Could stars hate? 'Cause it sure felt like this one hated you. The bag of feed was half done, thank god; wouldn't be long till ya rush back to the sweet shade's mercy. Maybe Gran will also catch some mercy on your soul and let you mill about rest of the day. Work on the farm aint nothin' easy. Somethin' cold brushed against your neck, causin' ya to whip 'round like a dustdevil, ready to flail the perpetrent. You were met with the muzzle of a gun, all in ya space, tilted down towards your loose collar.

Yet there was no shock or fear from you. You grumbled and shrugged it off, yelling at your 'offender'. "Watch where ya pointing the damn thing!"

"Aw, come now, Pipsy, you know it ain't even loaded!" His voice was light, smile full of that boyish mischief you doubt he'd ever lose. Caleb twirled this gun of his 'round and 'round in his hands, placing it back in his makeshift holster built from leather scraps he scavenged from the butchers. It was the only thing the two of you had on ya before Gran found y'all. You let him have it—even if you knew that out of the two of you, you were the better shot. "One day, you gon' catch yourself in a hole cause of that thing. Pointin' at people willy nilly.." "Then I'll just holler at ya for a rope, aint that right?"

You scoffed and turned your head back to the hens, all of them chickens huddled around you, pecking away the food you threw out to them. A sneaky hand ran down your arm and grabbed the feed right off ya.

"I think the ladies would prefer me to feed em. You ought to get inside to cool off. Lookin' redder than a desert flower out here Pipsy."

You thought to object, not wantin' to look incapable, but who were you to deny a load off your back? Fact of the matter is, you'd been up since daybreak with chores. You knew you had to, pay back the act of kindess the ol lady showed you all those years ago, but that sure won't stop you from complaining... "Fine, do what you want.." You dusted your hands of any crumbs before turning to walk back inside.

"You're welcome yknow?" He called out to you, all teasing-like. You scoffed. "Thanks Dummy.. appreciate it.." You mumbled your gratitude, not looking him in the eye while walking off. He let out a low, robust chuckle, "Anytime pipsy, anytime."

His words always hung in the air like molasses.

The door creaked like a banshee when you opened it. Poor thing needed a good polish, hell or ya'll just needed a new door. You reckoned the house was older than Gran herself, looked like it too. The wood groaned with each step. Your Gran's voice rang out at the sound. "Just in time hun', get in here." Her voice, while fragile, had the liveliness of an old record. You headed to the kitchen, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from your face. "What's goin' on Gran?" You ask, a thin layer of worry weaved in your voice. You always were the apprehensive sort, couldn't be helped. "Oh, none of that on your face, you darn worrywart! I got good news for the both of ya!" She beckoned you closer with her hand as she sat near the kitchen table. In her hands were letters, mighty formal ones.

Ya'll weren't the type for letters.

Upon seeing the smile on your gran's face you ease up, slapping the towel on the counter as you approach. You took a seat next to her, shuffling forward in curiosity as she slides the paper, real slick, to your side. You picked it up, rubbing your fingers against the material. It was of mighty fine quality, the kind that don't belong in these parts. Your name was plastered on the front in fancy hand. You could barely make out the individual letters. The whole thing reeked of uppity baloney..

That is till you saw the sender on the dotted line.

"Gran.. is this.. from the Bounty Hunter's guild?!" Your head shot up to her smug grin, face in disbelief.

She leaned back in her chair, "Now I know 'cause you two are all soft on me that you'll never just up and leave but I think its time these birdies flew the coop! Youve stayed here long enough, helpin an old woman like me out. So I pulled some strings and got you both tickets out of here."

"Oh Gran!" You nearly jumped over the damn table to pull the old lady into a boa constrictor hug, rattling all happy.

"That's enough girl! You and your lethal gratitude, I'll take a thank you next time!" She gawked in your arms yet unable to hide the warm affection as she pet your arm. You only responded with a laugh, clinging on to her side like a monkey to a mama. Your commotion dragged in Caleb, who peeked his mop of hair through the door. "What's the ruckus gals?" "Get in here! Look at this!"

Caleb approached cautiously and you shoved your fancy piece of mail in his face, waving it out at him. He grabbed your hand and held it steady to read off the envelope. You forgot how big his hands had gotten, they easily wrapped around your fingers with plenty room to spare.. Upon reading the envelope, his eyes widened as he darted his gaze from the envelope to your face, speechless. "There's one for you too young man." Gran slid the other envelope towards the pair of ya. This one had a more homey-feel, with stripes and the desert dust coating the outside. Caleb grabbed it before you could catch a glimpse, he held it up to his face, intently reading the cover. "Ol Dale at the Ranch is looking for cowboys for the upcoming herding season. Told him I had a fine lad for him and he agreed to take you." Caleb was quiet, which surprised you. You expected him to burst into joy and trample the rest of ya into a hug. When he finally looked up, his eyes were serious.

"Gran, what if something were to happen while we weren’t here. You can't handle the farm by yourself."

Oh, you hadn't thought of that. Gran shook her head, waving her hand to dismiss it.

“It ain’t like I’m sending you to the end of the world hun, I know you’ll visit till I’m sick of ya. I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t let yall be on your selves before I leave this world.”

“Gran, don’t say that!” You cried out, holding her tightly once again in a instant.

“But it’s the truth sweetpea. I’m getting old. I might even have to sell the ranch soon if that Doctor Zayne down town gots any truth to him. So I’d rather you go out now while you have a place to come back to.”

She looked between the two of you, eyes softening at the woeful expressions you shared.

"I'll hire some farmhands after you leave, you don't need to worry about me. Just go out there and make me proud.

You glanced at Caleb, whose furrowed eyebrows eased up, a conclusion being drawn up in his head, as he approached Gran from the other side—squatting down to massage her withered hands in his calloused ones.

"Thank ya for doing this Gran. I'll do my best to do you proud" He looked up at you. "Guess I'll have to call you a hunter from now on. No more pipsy." His voice was light-hearted but there was a tang of gloom to it.

You were still feeling restless about all the change but ya still shot him a confident smile. "Damn right cowboy."

"You ain't a bounty hunter yet though, pipsy."

"You both got a week till you set off. I asked my friends to give me reports on how you both'll be doing so don't go wrecking havoc!"

"No promises." Caleb mused as he walked by, waving his letter like it was some winnin' lottery ticket. You turned to Gran, sheepishly.

"... so I don't gotta do my chores this week, right?"

"Go wash them dishes."

That night, sleep itself was a dream. You were too anxious to be relaxing. So you lied awake in your room, staring at the planks of the ceiling, counting each nail. It was hard to think of a world outside this little house, outside of gran, outside of Caleb. You rarely went through town yet now you'd be off on hunts through god knows where with god knows who?

Still, a part of you was eager to do it, to ride through deserts chasing outlaws, gun in hand and wind in your hair like it was the most natural thing to ya. Saving people out there, just like someone had saved you all those years ago.

The thoughts swirled around in your mind like the wind in a typhoon. Whenever you got like this, there was always one way to help.

Before you knew it, you were outside Caleb's door, hand hesitating to knock. He was probably sleeping, it was awfully late.

Not wanting to leave just yet, you pressed your ear to the door. Nothing, he had to be asleep. But you didn't want to leave just yet. "Caleb?" You whispered against the door, not wanting to wake him up.

The door opened before you could even finish, giving you an awful start as you tumbled forward. Your forehead thunked against his chest.

"Good god! What, were you waiting by the damn door?!"

His hands fells on your shoulders, bringing you back up so you could see his sly lil smile..

"Had a feeling you'd come around. I couldn't sleep either." He admitted, eyes shrouded by the dark. Yet, you were already feeling better, calmer. All you needed was the warmth of his grip, that familiar feel.

"..I'm guessing it's.. cause of all this?"

"Likely, lots of things are gonna change from now on.. for the betta or worse."

He finally let go, keeping his hands at his sides while stepping back to let you in.

There was a mutual understanding between the two of you, written in routine as you made your way in, plopping down on the foot of his bed with a heavy sigh.

He leaned against the wall, amused. You tried to return some of that easy demeanor of his but that god awful dread ate away.. till you couldn't help but spill some out on him.

“Is.. is this the right decision? Leaving.. here.”

The question stuck to the walls like sap on a tree. He tilted his head back in thought. Didn't seem to take too long though:

"Don't matter, we gotta do it."

“What ya mean?”

"Our lives didn't start in this house, and it sure as hell aint gonna end in it. You didn't think we'd stay here forever didya?"

You looked up at him earnestly.

“I know but.. this.. We won’t be seeing each other much either.”

You could make out the corners of his lips curve down into a tight frown. He went silent. The room did too, till it felt like it was eating away atya

"We'd be traveling all the time. I'll be off hunting, youll be out exploring the frontiers. Hell.. it might even be years between seein' each other"

“No… not if I can help it. I won't let it." He firmly states, causing you to look up at him. He returned your gaze with a steely resolve, thick feet making their way to you till he stood before you.

We'll see each other all the time. I know it. You know why? Because in the end, it’ll always be me and you. No amount of distance can change that.”

You could only keep looking, a bit dazed by the intensity swirling in those dusky eyes. “Ain’t that right…”

"Our bond runs thick. Thicker than blood. You know that. I'm sure It’ll pull me to wherever you are. So don’t go crazy with all your worries and focus on that dream of yours. You’ll need all the passion you can get to turn this lil body into a crime-fighting hunter.”

“Hey! Nun of that now, we both know you’d tie yourself up in a lasso before catchin' any cows. Well, I'm sure a big bounty hun'er like me can drop by to help an ol cowboy like you.”

“I suppos' that's the spirit." He laughed, soundin' exactly like thick tumbleweed hitting the sand. He sat next to you, both of ya staring at each other till both ya fell against the covers, eyes still locked. You loved looking at his eyes. you just wondered what he saw in yours. "How about this, anytime one of us gets that homesickness, they go hunt for the other one." "If we do that, you'd be too busy lookin' for me to do your darn job." "Aw pipsy, come now, you aint gonna start lookin' for me?" "I doubt you'd be too far from me. Clingy fella like you." "Oh, you thinkin' I'm clingy? I'll show you clingy!" Before you could gasp in protest, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled the two of you around, ruffling the sheets. "Alright, stop now, enough!" You objected, thrashing in his viper-like grip. He could outhug a damn bear! Finally, he stopped his wild attack. With you, atop him. His arms now loosely wrapped about you. You could feel that warmth of his heating up the pads of your hands and the length of your body, fighting a battle with the cold night air. You couldn't meet his eyes, feeling the odd weight of something in your chest that only burrowed deeper when you acknowledged him. But you can damn well feel his eyes on you.

He pulled you in, heads nuzzling together, taking up any space there was between them. His voice was right next to your ear, tingling the curve with each saccharine word.

"Guess you're right.. I am a pretty clingy fella.."

Before you could snidely remark, you were shut up by his hands moving up along your back, pushing in the curves of your body so you could be even closer together. The pressure was at just the right measurement to push out all the churning in your gut, the apprehension. You relaxed, against your will.

"But you're being too easy to cling on to.." "Well- if I wasn't so damn tired.." You stifled a yawn but couldn't stop yourself from resting your head against him. He chuckled, softly, as his hand pushed your hair to a comfortable side so it didn't get caught between the two of you. "Go on now an' sleep, we'll see what happens tomorrow. Together." You hummed in acknowledgement, the conciousness being pulled out of you by his comforting grip and warm body. Your eyes drooped close with caleb's sun-dried scent being the last thing you catch before snoring off.

You didn't catch the little flex of his hand as it found a safe place to rest, nor the deep inhale against your hair. You didn't catch the promises and confessions he whispered to himself nor the brush of his lips against your neck as he too fell towards sleep. Come what may, you'd always have Caleb. He'd make sure of that.

[Author's Note] COWBOY CALEB SAY IT WITH ME FOLKS, COWBOY CALEEBB!!1!! YEEHAW! If Infold isn't doing it, you bet your two cents I am! I tried to put a Western spin on the existing lore of Caleb, 'cause what would we be without our GOD-GIVEN ANGST! The results are a similar sequence in the main story but with that western flair. Ngl.. I started this before I fell off LADS with the rise of the psuedo incest trope between Caleb and MC in the english version. Wanted to finish it but I fear I will no longer be writing for Caleb. No shame if you do still enjoy Caleb!!

[everworcim]

…i have nothing appropriate to say \(//∇//)\

[mangothegiant]

Maple Taffy | Cowboy!Caleb x Vampire!MC

⁕ Part 3 of 30 days of LADS writing challenge (the prompt was birthday) ⁕ 1.8k ⁕ Fluff ⁕ Not beta read bc this is a gift for my beta reader ⁕

A/N: a little birthday gift for @mikamika06 have the best birthday ever girlie <3 <3 Sorry it's short and unedited, finals have been kicking me in the butt lolll

ALSO!! The AU idea was completely her’s so if u wanna see other incredible fic ideas def check out her blog ☺️☺️

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Snow piles up outside the window, covering what little light was able to seep through the closed shutters. The morning has dragged on–long and boring and not at all what you wished for today. Because it’s your birthday today and everything is going wrong. You huff and stand up from where you’d been sitting by the window, willing the snow to stop and your day to go the way you planned.

Caleb had gotten up way too early this morning, like usual, to tend to the animals and you’d dragged yourself out of bed with him. You spent almost two minutes blearily trying to button your dress with icy cold fingers until Caleb had laughed at you and shoved your hands out of the way so he could button you up snugly, sneaking a kiss onto your forehead when you’d looked up at him. Your protest had died on your lips the second you saw his smile.

But after he’d finished his chores and come back inside he’d barely spared two minutes to eat breakfast with you before pulling his thick overcoat back on and mumbling something about going to town.

So here you are. Alone. And bored. You groan and stomp over to the living room to the hearth that still blazes merrily from whenever Caleb had found the time to pile more logs on. You spot your Newfoundland lying by the fire and trudge over to him, harrumphing as you flop over next to him and squeeze your arms around his thick, fluffy neck while he lets out a dramatic sigh. His dark brown fur is warm and smells like straw and snow, probably from trailing Caleb earlier when he was in the barn. You’re not sure where your second dog is and assume she must still be trailing Caleb wherever he may be. 

You don’t like how elusive Caleb gets. You especially don’t like it today because it’s your birthday and he should be with you. Especially since it’s snowing so hard outside, who knows if it could turn into a blizzard. What if he gets stuck in town and can’t make it back to you? Or, even worse, what if he gets stuck out there in the cold and freezes to the death and you only find him when the snow melts and his frozen body is found somewhere out in the prairie, curled up beside his faithful Australian Shepherd that curled up beside him in a desperate attempt to warm him as he–

A loud meow breaks through your thoughts and you look up from where your face was buried in fur to see your elegant cat sauntering over to you. She stretches and yawns before hopping on top of the Newfoundland and snuggling atop your arm. She immediately begins to purr and you let the quiet rumble soothe your anxious thoughts.

A blast of cold air and snow bursts into the house through the front door and Caleb stomps inside, slamming the door closed behind him against the frigid wind. The Shepherd hops through the door, shaking out her fur and running towards the fireplace to lick your face. 

You screech, the cat hisses and jumps away, the Newfoundland sighs again, and Caleb lets out a bark of laughter. The Newfoundland turns over and effectively drowns you in fur while the Aussie drowns you in slobber and snow. The cat is nowhere to be found, most likely too high and mighty to be involved in such shenanigans. 

“Caleb HELP!” You yelp, spluttering as a wet tongue licks your cheek and almost into your open mouth.

It takes a few seconds, but soon enough a strong hand is grasping your hand and pulling you up into even stronger arms. Caleb is still wheezing with laughter, but you don’t mind so much now that he’s back with you.

“I’m going to bite you.” You grumble.

“As if you don’t do that already,” He chuckles, sliding his hand up your back to ghost his icy cold fingers across your neck and send you screeching from his arms to the far side of the living room. “Traitor!”

“I’m sorry Pipsqueak–I really am! I shouldn’t have followed my impulses.” He chokes out his defense through laughter, hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.

You guard yourself behind a chair, almost tripping as the Aussie circles your feet, curious as to what all the screaming is about. When Caleb tries to approach you you bare your fangs.

“I can’t believe this, I ruin my whole sleep routine so we can spend all day together and then you run off to town and come back just to torment me!”

“I’m sorry honey, I didn’t mean to…but look! I got you something!” He gestures to the kitchen table where a large parcel wrapped in brown paper and twine sits enticingly. 

You hesitate, taking a sneaking step out from behind the chair and towards the table. He watches you closely as you hesitatingly approach the package. His eyes are crinkled with a smile while you finally reach the package and quickly untie the twine to reveal whatever is inside. There’s three neatly wrapped parcels inside the paper and you pick up the largest, pulling at the string to reveal a new pair of mittens knitted with a checkered design of purple flowers and delicately twisting lines. In the second package is a medium-sized leatherbound notebook with a metal clasp. You nibble on your lip as the last package falls open, revealing a bottle of maple syrup with a lovely leaf design printed all over the label.

Quietly, you eye each item, soaking in the presents in front of you–each so beautiful and interesting. You’d told him how you hated the boring brown mittens you usually wore, and he must have noticed how your notebook was running out of pages earlier.

With a quiet little huff you turn back to Caleb and shuffle towards him, wrapping your arms around his thick waist and smushing your face against his chest. “...Thank you…”

Caleb chuckles, squeezing you tightly in his arms and planting a kiss in your hair, “Like ‘em that much, Pips? It took me forever to choose those mittens…I’m sorry I took so long this morning. I know how hard it is for you to get up early.”

You groan, pushing away from him, barely able to contain the happy tears that prick in your eyes, “I love them Caleb. And now I feel bad for getting mad at you for leaving…”

He smiles fondly down at you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear and leaning forward to press a kiss on your nose, “Don’t feel bad sweetheart, I don’t mind at all.” He pauses, glancing at the table again, “You wanna use that syrup now?”

You lick your lips, nodding with excitement, remembering just what fresh maple syrup and snow means for you.

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You sit at the kitchen table, feet swinging while the crunches of Caleb walking through the snow outside fills the kitchen. You told him it would be fine for you to walk outside since it’s so snowy and you could bundle up but he refused to take the chance so you have to wait patiently. The kitchen is full of the scent of warm maple syrup that Caleb had boiled. You groan, impatient for the treat.

Something you’d discovered over the years is that the urge to drink blood can be quelled just a bit if you eat sweets. You’re not sure why. Caleb wasn’t sure either, but he found nothing more fun than discovering new treats that would satiate your bloodlust. There was only so much blood he could give you on a weekly basis, and killing any more travelers was “out of the question” apparently. You think that rule is stupid, but you’d rather please Caleb than your own desires so you hold off.

“Oh pips~!” He sing-songs, shoving the door open and holding up a plate. 

You shriek with delight, almost barreling him over in your rush to grab the plate and look at the beautiful, caramelly colored taffy. It’s become a tradition for Caleb to make you maple taffy every birthday, as long as there was snow. You chew the taffy slowly, nose crinkling while you savor the taste. Caleb watches you, equally delighted at your reaction. He doesn’t even move to steal a piece, too happy to observe you instead.

—

You snort in surprise, looking around with confusion at your surroundings. Caleb shakes your shoulder, “Pips…wake up.”

A yawn cracks through your sleepy haze, you don’t remember falling asleep. You’d been snuggled in the Newfoundland’s fur, completely oblivious as Caleb puttered around the house, doing whatever odd jobs were required for him during the winter. 

He squats next to you, playing with your hair as you groggily detangle yourself from the blanket you’d had wrapped around your shoulders as you napped. “Your birthday’s almost over pretty girl…” He murmurs, almost to himself.

With a huff, you reach out to him, smiling fondly when he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you up from the plush rug by the fireplace. You’re beginning to really wake up now, your nocturnal instincts kicking in as night falls over the little house. “Wanna see something?” He queries, breath tickling your ear.

“Let's see it!” Your exclaim follows, too harsh to be a whisper, but just quiet enough it doesn’t disturb the peaceful hush that’s fallen over the house.

He scoops you up into a princess carry and strides to the kitchen where he easily sets you on the table. You kick your feet in the air while he walks over to hooks where you keep your jackets. One huge overcoat and one much smaller overcoat with pearly buttons he sewed on for you on your last birthday. You extend your arm so he can slide it over and tuck you into the jacket. You giggle when he grabs your new mittens off the table behind you and presents them with a flourish. Once you’re all suited up he grabs your hand and leads you to the front door. The dogs immediately jump up, following you outside as you gasp and run into the fresh bed of snow outside the door.

It stopped snowing at some point and now the night is clear, a huge full moon and twinkling stars causing the snow to sparkle as it reflects the blue-ish light. It’s bitterly cold out, but the new mittens Caleb gave you keep your fingers warm when you grab fistfuls of snow and form them into a little ball. You turn to throw it at Caleb, but he’s already behind you.

“No you don’t!” You laugh, body slamming you into the snow behind you and sending you into a fit of laughter as you collapse into snow so deep you sink at least a foot downwards before stopping. Caleb is hollering while he pulls you up by the arm, cheeks ruddy from the icy cold and stretched as he grins. 

“You…ass!” You gasp, grabbing snow and throwing it at his face, His laughter fills the night, bouncing off the snow and across the snow covered prairie. As minutes pass by and midnights passes you enjoy the perfect end to another perfect birthday at your Caleb’s side.

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Why ride a horse when you can ride a cowboy:

Tw: All I can say is it isn't going to be a yandere Caleb fic, but its gonna be more smutty 😏 p.s: MDNI

Summary: You're at ranch style bar with some friends, you weren't expecting to ride anything today!

I wasn't expecting anything that happened today to happen today, but I'll start from the beginning, my friends and I got invited to this bar party for my friend's birthday, we were just having fun and celebrating, then that's when our eyes locked onto each other. He was the son of the owner of this bar, but the guy was decked out in full cowboy uniform, his name was Caleb as I overheard, but I didn't pay much attention to him... yet but what I didn't was that this guy had been eyeing me the whole time.

As my friends and I had more to drink, the alcohol started to take a toll, so I just went outside to get some fresh air, I sat alone on the porch a cup of ice-cold water in my hands, I was starting to sober up and it was all okay! the breeze was getting nice, then suddenly I heard the hiss of the door opening, I generally thought it was one of my friends, then I looked back. It was him, Caleb... he came over and sat next to me, it was awkward for a little while, before he finally spoke,

"So pretty girl~ watcha doing out here y'know it's cold at night at this time of the month?" He said calmly, I looked over at him and just smiled,

"Eh... I'm not bothered, anyway... what are you doing out here?"

"Nu-uh honey, you have to answer first, I asked you first" he said teasingly, but I just sighed,

"Okay... fine... I just wanted to get away from the crowd and try to sober up, so I don't have a massive hangover tomorrow" I said sighing with every waking word, Caleb just chuckled and grinned at me with that boyish grin, and it made my heart flutter a bit, okay what the heck was going on! I just met this man, not even an hour ago you can't fall in love with a stranger.

Then I realized that he had taken off his cowboy hat and gently placed it on my head, I was confused... but rather than explain he just winked at me and walked off, I tried to ignore what just happened, but it was hard to when all I could see in my mind was his stupidly handsome face. I looked at my glass of water, then suddenly I sculled the whole thing and went back inside, I went back over to my friend group, but their faces were a mixture of drunk, and shocked.

"Okay girl... WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THE HAT??" my friend Tara yelled, it made my cheeks heat up, but I pushed my feelings to the side, but then I saw all the eyes watching me, so I took a deep breath,

"I-I got it from Caleb, you know the owner's son?" I said nervously, but then they all squealed in glee, I was even more confused now and tried to ask about it, then they all looked at me like I was stupid,

"The hat rule dumbass! when a cowboy gives, ya his hat, that means he really likes you, and well let's just say you're gonna get lucky tonight..." as Jenna said that my face went bright red, did I have to have sex WITH A GUY I JUST MET??, I was totally weirded out, but I was also finding this totally hot... because he was quite attractive.

I was sat at a barstool just staring at the guy for a few minutes, until he spots me staring, I panic and turn away, but he just chuckles and starts heading my way, I tried to walk outside but he grabs my arm,

"Where do ya think you're going honey?" He said his voice and accent dripping off his tongue, I was blushing so hard I wasn't even sure what to say, but then I felt him gently dragging me outside, I was confused at first until we reached the stables. He guides me over to the front of the stable door, and I looked up at him, he was smiling,

"Have ya ever rode a horse pretty girl?" He said calmly, his voice echoed in my head, I gently shook my head and that caused his boyish grin to widen,

"Well honey I'll teach ya how, it's easy!" He says excitedly before dragging me into the stables, he said something like he wasn't bothered to put a saddle or reins on the horse, we'd just go bare-back, and I was really scared. He chuckled and assured me there was nothing to worry about, but I just wouldn't do it, then suddenly I felt 2 large hands grasp my hips, and slowly lift me up, I began to panic, and then Caleb tried to reassure me.

"Pretty girl, one leg on each side it's easy trust me." I took a deep breath and put one leg over the horse and sat down, I was visibly trembling, but it was worth it, the beauty up here was great. After Caleb telling me a thousand times that'd be okay to ride bare-back, and me just being too scared to take that step, Caleb finally relented and let me hop off, he had his arms out and ready, I jump into them, then suddenly Caleb stumbled back into a pile of hay, I was on top of Caleb, and my face was bright red.

Caleb gently leaned forward, his lips hovering over mine, he was waiting though... waiting for permission, so I gently nodded, and he went in for the kiss, it was slow and gentle more loving, then it quickly turned hungry and desperate, with Caleb's tongue shoving into my mouth, it was getting more heated by the second. I was starting to feel an uncomfortable heat between my thighs, which made me press them together, and I felt someone's little friend pop up which made me turn even more red, he chuckled as he kissed down my neck.

"Tell me ya want it pretty girl... please if ya don't, I'll back off" he said breathlessly, I couldn't reply... one I didn't what to say and two because I wanted it... really badly, he smirked and took as a sign, he gently unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped them off, then he saw the giant wet spot in my panties and chuckled,

"Already so wet f'me honey" He croaked, his voice became more raspier by the second, he gently slipped my panties off, then he started to unfasten his belt, unzip his jeans and take it all off, and good googly moogly that thing was big... I mean it. Anyway, he grabbed ahold of my hips again, this time he lifted me up over his cock, he looked up at me,

"Honey, remember one leg over... can ya do that f'me?" He said his words slurring, I nodded put one leg over, and he gently lowered me onto his hard cock, I started to roll my hips and began to bounce. All I hear from him are incoherent groans and grunt, moans slip from my mouth, at this point I was already mushy in the brain, he chuckled breathlessly,

"I'm almost there pretty girl..." He said his voice continuing to rasp, I nodded and then the next minute I knew his cum was already coating my walls, he gently pulled out and I rolled over to my side, I couldn't believe what I had just done. While I was overthinking, I didn't notice Caleb taking off his jacket and covering me with it, I then looked over at him, he flashed me his boyish grin,

"Now ya know how to ride 2 things honey~"

(A/N) YAYYYAYA I'M FINALLY DONE MOTIVATION HIT ME TODAY, ANYWAY YEEHAWWWWWWWW AND I LOVES Y'ALL

[beepmeeps]

Cowboy Caleb, (not my design I just draw)