#taking care of their ranch and horses together

[emberphoenixisgoingtolive]

how the Nublar Six gyrosphere pairings would take care of each other when they’re sick (feel free to write fanfics based off this but please send them to me if you do!)

this includes mental illness episodes, i will die on the metaphorical hill that mental illness flare ups should be taken as seriously as physical illnesses, so the camp fam treat them about the same here :)

thank you to @throneofrayllum for your suggestions; all headcanons suggested by her will be labelled TOR

Yaz caring for Sammy:

extremely attentive. she knows her girlfriend is triggered by feeling uncared or neglected, so she’s even more attentive than usual since Sammy is in such a vulnerable state

very gentle with her

offers massages, even if Sammy has a stomach bug or something completely unrelated to needing a massage

washes her hair for her. it’s not even sexual, but it’s such an intimate and relaxing experience, Yaz is wiping the tears off Sammy’s eyes by the end

TOR — Sammy sometimes insists she’s fine and tries to continue to do the farm chores, but Yaz has to drag her back inside, give her a bath, and wrap her in a blanket to make her rest

fresh air helps Sammy recover from physical illness, so Yaz sets Sammy up a little station outside where she can sit and read books under a porch umbrella in case it rains, and it’ll have cough syrups, pain meds, glass of water, tissues, all in a nice basket (which Yaz can move inside and outside as Sammy wants)

Yaz takes over the farm chores if Sammy isn’t able to

if Sammy’s going through it mentally, she and Yaz will go for a walk around the ranch, and maybe ride the horses together

usually it’s Yaz that lies on Sammy but Yaz is very open to letting Sammy lie on Yaz if they wanna cuddle and Sammy just wants to lie down and be held

Sammy caring for Yaz:

the doting girlfriend ever

but if Yaz needs space she will 100% respect that too

TOR — very good at giving herself time off work to rest, since she runs her own work

if Yaz has something contagious, Sammy literally pleads Yaz to let her cuddle with her for comfort, but Yaz insists she doesn’t want Sammy getting sick and Sammy pouts but keeps her distance because boundaries matter #healthyrelationship

checks on her very often throughout the day in between doing farm chores

has learned the Perfect Balance of what is not enough vs helpful vs overbearing

also washes Yaz’s hair for her. she is so gentle with her, Yaz is half asleep by the time Sammy is done

Sammy knows being around animals can be triggering for Yaz (if they behave in any way like a dinosaur). the one thing that is trigger free is the chickens (yes ik birds evolved from dinosaurs, chickens are just so Un dinosaur it makes sense). Yaz loves the chickens. when she’s sick Sammy will just take a chicken and just. put it on her lap. And Yaz will stroke it kind of thoughtlessly to comfort her

i headcanon Yaz gets bad period cramps so Sammy feeds her chocolates and makes her hot water bottles, and usually bridal carries her out to the barn so a sheep or smth can lie on her belly like a hot water bottle (Yaz secretly loves it)

TOR — Sammy feeds Yaz oranges. she is convinced oranges fix all sicknesses (they always seem to help, mysteriously)

Darius caring for Brookynn:

always gentle to her, but when she’s sick he is even more gentle

he’s snuggling with her even if it means he gets sick too, he does NOT gaf. his girlf is more important

bridal carries her around even if she can walk (she likes being held and feeling close to him and also it does help when she’s tired)

massages her scalp with his fingers and she just melts

she can be stubborn though, and tries to insist that She’s Fine, She Can Do Things Herself, You Don’t Need To Baby Me Darius

TOR — workaholic, even when she is sick. Darius has to trick her into taking medicine

once Darius had to turn off the wifi just to get Brooklynn to take a nap

but she soon learns that Darius is just trying to show her that he loves her and she gets less stubborn the more she realises that

Brooklynn feels like a skincare person, and when she’s sick, Darius helps her with that (or completely does it for her). even though he has no clue how skincare works and has to call Kenji for help

i headcanon she also gets pretty bad period cramps so Darius will rub her belly and feed her chocolate when she does

Brooklynn caring for Darius:

knows exactly how to make him feel better (the first time he was sick when they were together post chaos theory she called mama Bowman, who has a cheat sheet of everything that helps that she sends to him)

reads to him since he’s such a massive bookworm, and her voice helps him sleep

lights him candles (to remind him that his light still burns bright even if he doesn’t feel well, physically or mentally)

draws him a warm bath (Brook sometimes joins him just to cuddle and there’s nothing sexual, just pure comfort) and washes his hair for him

he also likes lofi beats, especially to sleep to. sometimes his thoughts get too loud and its nice to have a distraction

TOR — gets cold easily so Brooklynn cocoons him in all the blankets in their house until he looks like a burrito

once he’s asleep, she takes a picture and sends it to the camp fam for shits and giggles

TOR — Darius does get stressed about missing work so Brooklynn emails his coworkers to let him know he’s taking time off

TOR — Brooklynn gives him crunchy mom remedies (still not entirely sure what those are but apparently americans get it??) as well as real medicine

TOR — Brooklynn calls him baby only when he’s sick. lays the pet names on hard.

Brooklynn’s lap is the comfiest nap spot in the world when he’s sick. dozes off within five (5) seconds and Brooklynn thinks it’s adorable

cannot cook well but can make mug soup things for Darius

TOR — she makes him drink turmeric and ginger shots

if Darius is badly sick and Cannot Cook At All, Brooklynn calls mama Bowman and she’ll come over with several tupperwares of chilli, spaghetti, soup (all homemade)

Ben caring for Kenji:

Kenji never gets sick, what are you talking about? his immune system is solid as a rock

the first time Kenji gets sick when they’re living together as a couple, Ben is mildly amused because Kenji insisting he doesn’t have a cold while actively shivering is kind of funny

TOR — man flu guy. Kenji will act like him getting a cold is the end of the world (once he admits he’s actually sick). it depends on how sick he is or what he has. Ben finds his antics adorable

cannot cook, so he’ll also make those mug soup things for Kenji to drink

when Kenji is sick (with a fever or smth) he can become very clingy, so he just wants to nap with Ben the whole time and Ben loves him, of course, but he has to get to work

Kenji also wants Ben to carry him around everywhere when he’s sick. he can’t possibly get to the kitchen, he’s just too sick :( Ben will have to carry him, he supposes...

Kenji is a skincare person (fight me on that /hj) so Ben does his skincare for him when Kenji is too sick to do it himself (but then they always start playfully bickering because no, Ben, the scrub doesn’t go on after the moisturiser, don’t be ridiculous)

Kenji caring for Ben:

Ben never gets sick, what are you talking about? his immune system is also solid as a rock

TOR — he would try to deal with it the Man Way (lie outside and sweat it out). Kenji still makes him take medicine

the first time Ben gets sick, Kenji has no clue what to do. he’s never seen him like this

most of the issue is getting this stubborn bastard to actually stay in bed because he needs his rest but refuses to acknowledge he’s sick

will read to him or play audiobooks (Ben is such a bookworm), started doing this as per Brooklynn’s suggestion

Ben hates wearing clothes when he’s sick. they overstimulate the hell out of him. he’ll wear as little as he can, and Kenji has to crank up the heating if it’s winter

if he physically collapses, Kenji has to call someone else because he is so tall and heavy, Kenji (strong as he is) cannot physically move him safely all by himself

once while the camp fam were living at Sammy’s ranch, Ben got really light headed while on a walk and had a migraine episode and Kenji had to call Sammy to drive a tractor to take them back

Ben has had to distance himself from Kenji when he’s sick with something contagious which kind of upsets Kenji since he can’t snuggle or anything to make his lover feel better but he respects his boundaries

[nanaricchan]

Sleepy cowboy (。-ω-)zzZ

[heartyluv]

Note: DID I SHOCK YOU GUYS?!? COWBOY CALEB?!?!?!? Serious note, this has been in my mind for dayssss and it came out so much better than I imagined. I hope you think so, too. ♡

creds to @/saradika-graphics & @/anitalenia for the dividers/banners!

Rating: Explicit - !!Minors DO NOT Interact!!

Warning: Smut (kindaaaa slow getting there. hope that’s okay), Loss of virginity

Word Count: 4,272 (WOAHHH)

Summary: You and Caleb in the house alone + Unspoken feelings.

Cowboy!Caleb/Reader

When you handed Caleb a cup of your momma’s homemade lemonade, you had to make sure that you didn’t stare for too long.

You didn’t want to get caught eyeing the black tattoos that trailed down his sweaty arms. Or the thin material of his white tank top which clung to his abs that rippled beneath the partially translucent material with every breath he took.

Instead, you simply gave a quick nod to the man you’ve known since you were five years old.

“Thanks, baby,” he tilts up the corner of his mouth, catching his breath. You tried your hardest to ignore the pet name as you waited for him.

He pulled off the gloves he wore to move the horses’ hay around, his hand brushing against yours when he grasped the cool cup. You looked at everything but him as his thick neck worked to drink the refreshing beverage. After he handed it back to you, you didn’t wait a moment longer to scurry out of the stables.

When you first met Caleb, he was much younger and not packed with muscled or decorated with beautiful inked artwork. His family owns a ranch a little ways out from your parent’s small farm and when you all moved down to the pretty countryside, they were the first to pay you a visit.

Caleb teased you all the time like it was nobody’s business, and it was all because the boy refused to admit how much he liked you the longer he stayed in your presence. You were equally shy about your feelings, but you were more of a quiet mouse about it so he thought it was one sided.

The older you two got, the less time you two spent together, but the feelings never faded. Not when you when to college—at least attempted to before dropping out and coming home three years in—and not when Caleb’s name had become a prayer whispered off the lips of several women around town.

You weren’t hurt or phased. As an adult, he had the right to sleep with whoever he wanted to, be with whoever he wanted to, but no matter how many women he’s fucked—it’s been no more than six, but they’re all obsessed with him—Caleb always, always thought of and wanted you. When you left, he thought the best way was to get over you was to force himself to move on.

Despite the rift that naturally formed after you left, you and Caleb would always be a part of each other. That unspoken vow between you two is why he’s here now.

Your father had a small accident, making him unable to take care of his usual duties around the farm for a few weeks. While you and your mother helped pick up the work, assistance was still needed. That’s why when Caleb got word about it, he didn’t hesitate to come by every day from sunrise to sunset, helping to take care of the animals and any work around the property.

He did it all without any payment or expectations, simply giving help to the people who he looked at as second family. His family’s ranch was so successful that he didn’t need the money and even if he did, he wouldn’t have taken it. That’s how humble he is.

And while it was incredibly sweet, it was still hard for you to see him. Still hard to act like you didn’t want to climb all over him, to talk to him like there wasn’t any time missed.

So for everyday that he’s been here, you kept your distance unless your parents explicitly asked you to interact with him. You had maybe two conversations in the three weeks he’s been around and even then, it was only because your mother or father had been there.

There were always subtle glances, moments shared and stories told when your eyes would briefly meet. But it never went beyond that, and you could never understand if you were grateful for it or not.

Before you make your way to the house, you walk up to Caleb’s horse Applebottom, who’s been free roaming while her owner is working inside. She nuzzles into your palm and you pat her wet nose with a chuckle as she swings her blonde hair all over the place to show how delighted she is to be petted. You admire her golden brown and shiny coat, loving how much Caleb really takes care of the sweet horse he’s had since he was thirteen.

Departing from her so that she can continue her frolicking, you climb the porch once you approach the wooden steps and walk inside to put the cup in the kitchen. As you wash your hands, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look over to see your momma.

“Hey babydoll, you give him the lemonade?”

“I did,” you nod. “He said thank you.”

“Good, good,” she huffs. “Listen, your dad and I have to go visit your grandmother. We should be back by tonight.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Okay. Is Grams alright?”

“She’s fine,” she waves off. “She just wants to see her son is all. Been worried sick after we told her about the fall and you know she doesn’t leave the house, so I’ll just bring him to her since he can’t drive on his own right now.”

“Does Caleb know you’re leaving?”

“I’ll get around to telling him. You’ll be okay in the house yourself?” She plucks some stray hay from your hair.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.”

As the day progresses you find yourself on your momma’s rocking chair, subtly watching Caleb ride around with Applebottom. It’s safe to stare from a distance, so to the best of your ability, you watch how his strong thighs flex in his dark blue jeans, how his hips rock back and forth on the saddle. You listen to how he praises her and laughs every time she does something cute or funny.

The evening glow from the setting sun decorated the scene before you, the little amount of light left gleaming off the gold buckle of Caleb’s deep black Cattleman. He tips his hat off to you with a wink, making your cheeks hot. You turn away when he and Applebottom gallop further down the grass.

The screen door open and shuts behind you, and you look to see your dad with his cane. He sighs as he plops himself on the swinging bench beside you, looking out to where Caleb went.

“We might spend the night at Grams. Supposed to be a storm tonight.”

You tug at your denim shorts, getting uncomfortable with how they stick to you because of the summer heat. “You still sure about going, then?”

He nods. “I don’t want to leave her alone with this anyways. She’s never liked bad weather, just like your mother.” He and you laugh at that.

It’s silent for a moment. “Since Caleb lives a little far out, I told him he could stay the night so he doesn’t have to worry about trying to beat the storm.”

Your body freezes. You look at your dad, not knowing how to respond. He does it for you.

“He stays out of your room, you understand me?”

“Daddy, what are you implying?” you quirk a brow.

“I ain’t implying nothing. I’m saying that we all know what kind of character he is. He’s still a good kid, but he’s…slightly more experienced. Don’t want nothing happening between you two right now, is all. I know you’re grown and I’m not saying Caleb means harm or anything like that, but I don’t want him thinking he can try anything. Just want you to be safe.”

Your parents have never been oblivious to the way you and Caleb look at each other when you think no one’s looking. They’d never say it out loud in front of you, though. Because Caleb has become the town’s heartthrob—something you didn’t expect to return home to—your father still cares about and respects him, but he’d rather you not be another notch on his belt.

“He won’t,” you assure, and your dad looks at you with knowing eyes. “We won’t.”

Caleb stayed outside longer than you expected. You had whipped up a small dinner, telling him it was ready at some point, but he never came inside. He claimed he had a few more things to wrap up in the stables and said he wanted to make sure Applebottom was comfortable before he headed inside. You didn’t combat it, leaving his plate on the counter for him before you took yourself a shower to settle in for the night.

Your parents had left about an hour ago and they let you know they were with your grandmother who missed you something fierce.

It actually started raining as soon as they got there and your dad was right, had Caleb left at the time they found out about the storm, he would’ve been driving home in it.

You laid in your bed, looking at a whole bunch of nothing on your phone when you heard a loud clatter. Startled, you looked behind you to see that your curtain rod had given out.

“Not again,” you grumble, standing and seeing if you could pop it back into place. You couldn’t.

Deciding that you’ll actually have to put in a little elbow grease because you refuse to sleep with your window bare, you walk out of your room to head to the supply closet to find your daddy’s toolbox. At the same time you began your short trek down the hallway, the bathroom door opens to your left.

You look briefly to see Caleb. Shirtless and wet. With a towel slung low around his waist.

You quickly avert your gaze, not saying a word. He’s a walking wet dream, you think to yourself.

“Everything alright?” he calls to you. You halt for a beat, clearing your throat and hoping that your voice doesn’t betray you.

“Yeah,” you say simply.

You hear him chuckle. “You still avoidin’ me? Acting like we’re strangers.”

You turn to face him, keeping your eyes up. “I’m not avoiding anything.”

“Then talk to me. It’s just us,” he shrugs. “Nothing to be distant about.”

“I’m busy right now—”

“Let’s be busy together. I got time.”

“Caleb, really—”

“Please,” he says softly, his whole being softening. “I miss you. Miss talking to you.”

Unfortunately for your poor heart, you miss him too. So much. Giving in, you curtly nod. “Okay, we can talk while I fix my curtain rod. Go put some clothes on or something first.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He only put on sweatpants. And instead of letting you work on the rod, he takes over the tools that you found to handle it for you. You sit on your bed, ogling at his back muscles and how they move beneath his smooth skin.

“I’m surprised you still have it if I’m being honest,” he comments, adding onto the conversation you were having as he works on another screw. The thunder rumbles every now and then, making you feel nostalgic for some reason. Maybe it’s because you and him would have late night talks like this when he used to sleep over with his parents during nights with storms similar to the one outside, would happen.

“I’m keeping it even when it stops working. It’s a relic.” The beat up radio from the fifties that Caleb gifted you a couple years ago will always be sacred in your eyes. Not only is it because it was a send off present right before you left for college, but you love antique things.

“Since we’re talking on the topic of things we’re surprised about, the tattoos? What made you get all that?”

He lowers one of his arms, using the other to rattle the rod a little to see how sturdy it is and once satisfied, he gets down from the step ladder you gave him.

“That’s right. Last time you saw me, I only had Applebottom’s name on my side. But it’s nothing sappy or anything. I thought they looked good and figured, why not?”

“I know your mom lost her shit when you got the big ones,” you shake your head with a smile. Caleb’s mother has always been against anything tattoo or piercing related, so you wonder how he’s still standing.

“She did. Until I got the ranch tatted down my arm. Had me get the same exact piece framed and put it on the wall.”

You laugh, thinking about his theatrical mother who you need to get around to visiting. After you came back, you hesitated because you were always nervous about bumping into her son. As you speak with him though, you wish you didn’t. It doesn’t feel forced and it’s nice to talk to him again.

“You ever notice the one on my chest?”

Your frown in thought, moving your head side to side to tell him no. You’d been so busy trying to make sure you didn’t look.

He steps closer, making you crane your neck to look up. You squint, ignoring the fresh scent coming from him and his intoxicating size. The warm light from the floor lamp by your window helps you see and is that…

“My name?!” you exclaim, standing up.

“Least I could do for my favorite girl. Got it when you left for college ‘cause I missed you so much. Wanted to surprise you after I found out you came back, but then you avoided me like the plague.” He stares at you as you run your fingertips across the cursive writing with several small birds flying above it.

“You mean one of your favorites?” you roll your eyes. He grabs your hand before it can fall away from his skin completely. You choose not to speak on the avoiding him like the plague part, because he’s 100% right.

His jaw clenches. “A lot of things changes for a man who isn’t afraid to admit something out loud anymore, you know that?”

“I’m sure.”

“And if I told you that it’s always been you? That it can only ever be you?”

“I’d say the amount of women who knows what your dick looks like means you’re full of shit.”

He smirks. “Jealous?”

“You want me to be?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

“Tough luck.”

“Cute. But your nipples are telling on you, pretty girl.”

Your facade drops and you try to pull your hand away to cover your peaked nubs beneath your pink tank top.

“Want me to leave?”

You don’t answer and that solidifies all the hope he needs.

“How about if I told you that I’ve always imagined what you’d look like wrapped around my cock. Would you let me stay and find out?”

He stares at your lips as you stand dumbfounded and at a loss for words. “I’d say,” he takes your response and smirks as he twists it. “That based on your dilated pupils and the raging pulse in your neck, the idea intrigues you.”

“Just for you to conquer another sexual fantasy, then leave after you’ve gotten your sample?”

“You wound me,” he kisses your fingertips. “You’re smart, baby. You know I didn’t just start wanting you.”

“You said nothing.”

“Wanted to before you left, didn’t have the guts. Then you came back and it felt impossible to try. Well, with how you’ve been dodgin’ me, is all.” He places your palm to his cheek, kissing your wrist. “And I used to feel like you were too good for me, that I didn’t deserve someone as perfect as you. And while I still do, I want you to make that decision on your own.”

“And if…If I said I wanted you? Then what?”

“Then you’d have me.”

You shudder as he keeps kissing. His eyes are glazed with lust, the desire for granted permission pumping his heart. And when you shakily nod, his mouth is on yours faster than you can brace yourself.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he makes quick work of lifting you, using his strength to climb into the bed with you hanging onto him as he presses in between your legs. Your back arches as his teeth bite the skin of your neck, soothing each nip with an erotic lick from his tongue.

“I’ve never done this before,” you blurt out, making him stop. His eyes look up, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“You’re..?” You nod to answer him so that he doesn’t have to say it.

“Fuck, baby…” He gathers his thoughts. “I’d be honored to be your first. I promise to treat you real good, give you what you deserve.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Not one bit,” he assures, kissing your jaw. “Ain’t nothing to be embarrassed about. Want me to keep going?”

“Please…”

He smiles, pressing another to your nose. “Spread your legs wider for me.”

You listen to him, letting yourself feel as his hand snakes down your body, past your sleep shorts and into your panties. You whimper as he collects some of your slick, bringing it to your throbbing clit. He kisses you deeply, gently circling your bundle of nerves beneath his middle finger.

“I’m gonna make you cum at least once to get you ready for me.”

You nod, withering beneath him as he works you so easily with just one finger. As he shoves it into your hot walls, you cry out. Then when his thumb continues to please your clit, you feel like he’s raging his own storm within you. You’ve masturbated before, but it’s never felt like this.

Your moans are uncontrollable, falling from you and entrancing him like an ancient siren that has ruled the waters for centuries.

“I knew you’d sound beautiful,” he whispers into your neck. “I’m adding another one, okay?”

A second digit fills you, making you brace your hand on his bicep. The rain hitting your windows is loud, but it has nothing against your cries of pleasure. His fingers slide in and out, curving just right and stretching you deliciously. His hand is like magic with how it’s able to make you feel something so powerful.

He trails down your body with his lips, kissing your tits and sucking on your nipples.

“Caleb…I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, my sensitive baby. I’m right here…”

He rubs your clit just a little faster to help send you over the edge and you pull him back up, tasting him like he’s the epitome of salvation.

As his mouth mingles with yours, you start to shake when your orgasm washes through you, ridding yourself of anything that wasn’t entirely him. His fingers don’t stop until you’ve gone completely slack and he swallows your whimpers as if they’re his fuel.

He’s ravenous now, pulling his fingers from your cunt and bringing them to his mouth to taste your sweetness. Sitting on his knees, you breathe frantically as he pulls off everything keeping you from him. And you’re just as desperate, sitting up to help him pull off his sweatpants.

“Caleb, that’s not gonna fit.” You look between his eyes and his cock once he’s naked too. “How are you even walking around with that thing?”

He laughs genuinely at your shock. “You don’t want it?” He grasps himself, using his tip to push against your clit. You don’t want to seem dramatic, but you swear you almost came again, just from that. He’s so entranced by how your pretty face does nothing to hide how good you feel.

“Just relax for me, yeah? Anytime you need me to stop, just say the word.”

You nod, but put a hand to his hard stomach as he gets ready to slide inside. “I’m not on any birth control. Do you have a condom?”

His eyes slightly enlarge. Caleb has always worn a condom when he had sex. No one could get him to pull his pants off if some form of contraception wasn’t available. But for you? He was ready to go in raw and not give it a second thought. “Fuck. Fuck, I don’t have one. We don’t have to—“

“It’s okay. I trust you.” You trust him. It’s like falling in love with you all over again.

“I’ll pull out and I’m clean. I would never hurt you.”

“I know.”

You watch your name on his pec move in rhythm with his chest as he inhales and exhales. Bracing a hand beside your head, he uses his other to slowly begin to put his cock inside your cunt. He catches his bottom lip in his teeth and when the head slides in, you clench tightly, wincing at the unfamiliar fullness.

“You feel so good,” he breathes out a laugh, knowing that he’ll come quick if he doesn’t get a move on. His fingers and your first orgasm prepped you nicely with how easily he glides inside. He inches in slowly, trying to gauge your comfort level, but there’s nothing but pure bliss on your face.

“All the way,” you beg impatiently. “I can take it…”

“Anything you want,” he promises with a kiss. He loves kissing you.

In one fluid motion, he’s buried to the hilt.

He throbs inside of your velvet walls, making you attempt to push yourself forward to really feel him. “Move, please move..”

As commanded, his hips start to move back and forth to gain momentum before snapping into you like you’re an experience that will fade away if he doesn’t give you what you want. The bed shakes, gently thumping against thea wall every time he sinks all the way back inside of you. That ache you initially felt is long gone, replaced by a something that not even a dictionary has the words to describe.

“This pussy is mine,” he growls in your ear, sucking on the lobe while you make a mess of his semi-dry hair.

“Let me hear you claim this cock, pretty. You need to understand how devoted we are to you from now on.”

The feeling of his fat tip kissing your cervix is mouthwatering. “Your cock is mine,” you mewl as tears form in the corners of your eyes.

His balls slap against you, the continues smacking itching a part inside of you that you never knew needed scratching. You feel how his veins slide against you, feel how your pussy sucks him inside every time he slips away because you can’t even think about this ending.

“I’ve never felt anything this fucking good,” he moans as you chant his name the closer your orgasm approaches.

“I’m about to come, baby. I feel you, you’re right there. I can’t finish until you do.”

His pelvis grinds against your clit, his hair gently ticking your skin. You scratch at his back, your nails making him fuck you harder and his strong arms keep you enclosed in a safe cage. Finally, for the second time, you come so hard that it makes you cry genuine tears because it was so overwhelmingly pleasing.

Swiftly he pulls out, his cum shooting out to land onto your pussy and stomach. You watch how he pumps himself in his hand, edging the rest of his spend out of his leaky tip as it droops slowly.

You look at each other and he’s crawling back on top to kiss you with so much gentleness. He kisses your tears away first and you share a humorous laugh as he gives you more, especially when his featherlight caresses down your sides tickles you.

“You don’t have to say it right now, but…I love you. So much.”

You smile. “I just might love you, too.”

The next morning, the rain has completely stopped and a strong mass is holding you tightly. You stir awake first, humming gently to yourself as you recount last night.

All the way from when you saw him fresh out the shower, u until he cleaned you up and held you until you fell asleep. There’s a pulse between your thighs, both from wanting him again and from what he made you feel just hours before.

A gentle peck to the back of your neck startles you. “You’re up?”

“You know I am,” you chuckle.

“Good.” He inhales your sweet scent. “I’m not one to push my luck, but I’m more than ready for a repeat.”

“Caleb, you just woke up.”

“So did he,” he emphasizes when he grinds against your bare ass, making you bite your lip. He pulls you to lay on your back, causing you to giggle as he gets between your legs and kisses all over your face.

“I wanna take you riding again. Applebottom would love it. Maybe we can get you your own stallion, hm?” He smiles sincerely. “And I wanna show you off now that we’ve stopped playing around. Maybe get around to putting a ring on that finger.”

“You’ve got a lot of wants, cowboy,” you smirk.

“That only you can fulfill.” He goes to attack your mouth again.

Then you heard the front door open and close.

“Shit,” you whisper. Caleb is confused by your shock because you never told him what you and your dad talked about before he left. You completely forgot about them coming back and now, you have no clue how you’re going to quietly get this naked ass man off of you and back in the guest room before either of your parents get upstairs.

With no plan in mind, you accept your—well Caleb’s—fate: Your dad just might actually beat him with his damn cane.

Tags 🏷️: @honeymoonfleur (you said you wanted to be on my caleb tag list and i wasn’t too sure if you meant in general or just for the ex-husband fics. just let me know!)

[mysticpearl]

DAUGHTER - boothill x reader

- boothill brings home a baby girl he found in the grass one late night.

- read boothills lore and SOBBED. NOBODY TALK TO ME RN. anyways i had to write about his adoptive daughter but if he had a spouse at the time bc dad boothill is so precious imo cryingngnfsnakskf anyways..

- pre cyborg boothill, major boothill backstory spoilers, written before release wc 582

Boothill was home fashionably late tonight. He never specified why though, leaving you to your thoughts on his ranch. 

You both agreed to buy a farm together, considering he grew up around horses and cattle. His fathers taught him how to tend to the animals, taught him creativity, and overall gave him a fine life. 

You both had talked about having some children of your own, but that thought hadn’t become a reality due to your busy schedules. That was, though, until he walked through the door of your shared home, cradling a baby in his arms.

She was a pretty little thing- with pale blue eyes and white hair poking through her scalp. She seemed to be a newborn, with how tiny she was. 

“Look what I found, just sitting in the grass,” he said in a slight whisper, not wanting to startle the baby. “She’s pretty, ain't she?” 

Your eyes widen slightly as you sit up from your place on your shared bed. You take a sharp inhale before motioning for Boothill to hand you the baby. He carefully rests her in your arms, sitting down on your side of the bed as you hold the fragile being in your grasp. You coo to her as Boothill watches you with adoration.

“She’s gorgeous,” you smile, looking down at the girl who was happily clapping in your arms. “Do we know her parents? I’d hate to just take someone's child…”

“No parent was in sight. I also highly doubt someone would jus’ leave their kid in the middle of nowhere,” he said, patting the girl on the head. “If I find a parent, we’ll give her to em’.” 

You nod in agreement, allowing the baby to grab onto your pointer finger. She seemed so happy, you almost didn’t want to let her go. 

You both soon took her into your bathroom, running a lukewarm bath in your sink and putting the lightest type of soap you could find into the water. You wanted to give her a little bath, considering he found her outside, and you didn’t know what she’d have on her. You also didn’t know how long she’s been outside. 

You unwrapped her from the makeshift blanket Boothill tore from his shirt and set her down slowly into the water. She didn’t seem to fuss, so you proceeded to wash her body. Boothill stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist, looking at something on his phone. You finished cleaning the tiny girl before wrapping her in a soft, warm towel. 

“Babe, where are we going to find clothes for this poor thing? She’s probably freezing!” You stress, crossing your arms and sighing as you watch the little girl squirm in the towels hold. 

“I’ll head out tomorrow morning and get some necessities. ‘Was thinkin’ about those things too, like how she’s gonna eat and all that.”

“Ugh, that’s another thing to worry about,” you turn around, facing him. “Babies her age don’t eat, and I can’t produce milk.”

At this point, it was late in the night. Who knows what time, all you know is that you should be asleep. But instead, you’re up caring for a little girl who wasn’t even yours.

“Is she just going to sleep with us tonight?” He asked, getting ready for bed.

“I mean, where else would we put her? We don’t have a crib!” You lightly picked her up, placing her on your lap as you rocked her to sleep.

[mixingandmelting]

hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with a s/o who’s fam owns a horse ranch and the boys arrive at the ranch with s/o and s/o notices one of the paddocks are open and s/o’s like “Oh.… *horse name* got out again. He’ll be back later. He’s my favourite. Can’t wait for you to meet him”. The horse does appear later and gently sneaks up on the boys and steals their hat and playfully gallops away, stops, strikes a pose and whinnies at the boys mockingly and then elegantly trots away or while the couple is hanging outside somewhere, the horse comes running over and slides down the hall of the stables pass The couple and crashes into hay stall of one of the other horses and it’s perfectly fine or the horse broke into the couples guest bedroom late at night and sits by the bed happily, it’s waaay to big for these shenanigans? (Any other funny horse shenanigans you can think of? 😂).

Dick:

Your horse doesn’t like him. 

“Come on, give me back my hat.” He grits out, smile strained as he finally manages to corner him.

What was meant to be a ranch date ends up becoming a battle for your attention. To be honest, the signs were there: your horse being Max named after Maximus from that one Disney movie and how abnormally fast the horse was galloping towards with full intentions to knock him out (you had told him it was probably from enthusiasm but he saw the horse’s eyes and they were anything but friendly). 

The whole time, Max continued to third-wheel where he’d walk right in between the two of you and give him a sneer when you ruffle Max’s and coo at the affection your horse “innocently”  gives you. 

At some point, Dick was able to somehow trick him into getting distracted so he’d get some alone time with you. Only for Max to find you both and ruin the vibe by stealing and running off with the straw hat you’ve given him. 

“Here, I even got you an apple. Heard it’s your favorite-“ Said apple gets kicked out his hand and lands a distance away from him. 

For a moment, it’s dead quiet, the two staring each down. Completely forgetting about a certain person. 

“So, care to tell me who it was that knocked over the buckets during your grand chase finale?” 

It’s then, he and Max turn around and notice the mess that was made which would also explain the hay in your hair. 

Quickly both males point at each other.

 It takes a while for the two to agree to a quasi-truce, you’re threat of not speaking to either of them doing the trick where they grumble and work together to clean everything up. Though, they did get caught when they start splashing water at the other, stopping immediately once you give them a look. 

Jason:

They must’ve been besties in their past life. 

“Pfft, he’s so stupid.” Max snorts in agreement, munching off the carrot in Jason’s hand while Jason takes a sip of his beer. 

Sure, their initial meeting started out rough where he had raised an eyebrow at your horse’s attempts to intimidate him by appearing out of nowhere and constantly sized him up, puffing his chest out with an aggressive snort while stomping his clove onto the ground where it’d leave a deep imprint on it. 

Too bad for Max though, he’s also an asshole. And only an asshole would know how to deal with another asshole. 

The minute you had your back turned, your horse did it again like he expected. But this time, Jason doesn’t hold back. Throwing a ruthless glare at him (not full blown), it's clear who the victor ends up being when Max trots and sticks close to you, glancing back at him every so often. 

Then your neighbor from the ranch next door comes over and gives you a hard time in front of the two of them. All they had to do was share a look to know what the other was thinking before shaking hands and forming their alliance (hoof, hand, same difference).

“Alright, time to go.” Crushing the can in his hand, he stuffs that and the carrot stub into his pocket, ignoring the rage of anger and despair behind him as he gets on the offered back and ride back to your ranch. 

Morning comes and your neighbor comes over, face completely flushed at the prospect that he’s having to ask for your and your family’s help considering your family were the only ones nearby that could. It gains him and Max a suspicious look, you catching both of them with identical smirks while he casually feeds your horse through the kitchen window and Max eating what’s offered without a problem. 

Tim:

Your horse is a menace. 

“Please. I just want my hoodie back.” After chasing him for the past thirty minutes, he starts losing his mind and resorts to begging. 

All he wanted was to spend time with you and embrace one of the places where you’ve grown up. Hell, all the other horses were nice to him, some affectionately nuzzling into his hair while others asked to be fed. 

But this one? Your horse, Max? He was different from the rest. Personality resembling someone he knows though not as sassy and gremlin-like but equally annoying. 

The chance a horse could be stealthier than a human made no sense as he would appear out of nowhere and either flip Tim’s hoodie over his head or start chewing on it. And it was cute until Max wouldn’t stop. 

Now, he realizes it was a mistake to take it off, your horse taking the opportunity to snatch and gallop away with it. As if that wasn’t irritating enough, every time he’s close to getting it back, Max would move it away at last second causing him to have a couple of close calls of his face kissing the dirt. Oh, and that smugness that rolls off the horse. Having the audacity to even pose-! 

“Psst, Tim!” Squinting his eyes a bit, he sees you motioning with your hands behind the horse. Confusion turns into understanding, licking his lip and turning the gears in his head. 

Sensing something’s strange, Max quickly runs away while Tim starts chasing after him again. What happens next will forever stay in his memories and cause him to agonize that he didn't capture the scene where, once he leads your horse into the stables, you jump from your hiding spot and easily onto your horse’s back without a saddle. 

Out of reflex, he catches his hoodie and continues to stare at you star struck with another crush he’s pretty sure can out do all the other crushes he had on you from the other times, lost in thought how he’s dating someone so cool. 

Duke: 

Your horse is cool. Sometimes makes him think that he’s actually a puppy born in the wrong body. Still cool nonetheless.

“Got any sixes?” At the grunt, he groans and draws another card from the deck. 

Unlike with the other horses, he wasn’t sure what to expect when you casually shrugged at the broken padlock and chirped along the lines of how he would come back. But he can most definitely say for sure he wasn’t prepared to get rizzed when, galloping towards the ranch, Max jumped over the fence and skidded into a stop directly in front of you. All with effortless ease and elegance just like those scenes in the movies. 

“Woah…” 

As if noticing Duke’s amazement, he gives him a courtesy glance before going back to nuzzling your hair. It became obvious that it enjoyed the praise he continued giving him, showing off all the stunts he was able to pull. Well, up until he had tried to slide across the stables only to crash into the ridiculously large pile of hay and the other horse that was in front of it.  It was funny how he glared at him for snorting to cover up his laughter, leading to a light banter to go between them two. 

Right now? He’s playing Go-Fish with Max and you. 

“Max is asking if you got any fours.” How you’re able to translate that from horse, he has no clue. Especially when Max had thrown a fit prior about having to show his cards to you. 

“No, Go-Fish.” Letting out a whine, he watches in amazement and a small, healthy dose of fear one hoof reaching out and pulling a card from the deck. 

“Your horse, he isn’t a meta?” 

“Nope. Born and raised here like any other.” 

Welp. It doesn’t change his theory about Max being a puppy when Max randomly starts trotting in circles in an attempt to catch his own tail. 

Damian: 

He loves Max to the point he considers it a crime for you to hide about him all this time. 

“For  an Andalusian breed, he’s raised quite well.” He hasn’t stopped petting him since you had introduced the two, completely mesmerized by the soft and silky, blonde mane. “To think you never told me about him- I can’t believe it.” 

“Well, you never asked!” You roll your eyes at the tongue-click you’re given. “Also, must I remind you, you raise a variety of animals? A cat, two dogs, a cow, a monkey, and a dragon bat!” 

But they aren’t a horse. Your horse to be exact.

It was love at first sight, finding and watching the equus run through the grassfield. So beautifully from nothing holding him back as he makes his laps without leaving the ranch. 

He wasn’t being sarcastic about you raising Max as well, the signs of him being sincerely loved and cared seen in his bright eyes and clean hooves. Don’t even get him started on the coat, sheen and shiny in the light. 

“Can I touch you?” His voice is gentle, keeping a hand in front of Max’s nose after he comes back and decides to join you at the stables. 

He couldn’t help but close his eyes, fearing the potential chance of rejection. Hence, his heart bursting in childish glee when, one tentative sniff later, he feels something nudging into his hand. 

It shouldn’t be a surprise he didn’t hold back, spoiling Max to both his and the other’s heart content with feeding him apples and carrots to the point you had to intervene. 

“First off, Goliath is a friend not a pet! Second, he left me-us, a long time ago.”  

“Doesn’t mean you can simply horse-napp my horse! Were you there when he was born?! No! It was me!” 

The debate continues deep into the night, him trying to convince you to let him take Max home with your horse on the side and giving his best puppy-eyes. Eventually, it leads you and Damian to have an impromptu sleep in the stables as the three of you fall asleep in the hay with Max in the middle and you two on either side of him.

[konansock]

Mod Update: Club & Business Activity Expanded

Sul Sul, Simmers! Sorry for taking so long to update this mod, I hereby announce that my Custom Club Activity Project is now officially renamed to Club & Business Activity Expanded.

In the new version, not only is all the activities updated to be compatible with new update, a lot of new activities were added specifically for Small Business - Like Tend Market Stalls, Offer Occult Training, and Tend Gravesite!

You can have a detailed list of all the activities and  whether they're available as Club Activities, Small Business Customers or Small Business Employees  here.

Base Game: View Aquarium, Attend to Babies, Back Float, Bake and Eat Cake, Bake Cake, Bake Cupcake, Charity, Complain, Cowplant, Cowplant's Cake, Critique, Critique Art, Cupcakes, Dig for Treasure, Friendly Ghost, Ask Future Cube, Game Livestream, Gossip, Haunting Ghost, Open Holiday Cracker, Do Erratic Things, Lounge on Chairs, Brag, Play with Molding Clay, Mourn the Dead, Parent-Kid Activities, Write to Pen Pal, Take Photos, Take Photos, Take Photo for Others, Sell Art, Use Social Network, Talk about Vampires, Tell Stories, Tip Performers, Care for Toddlers, Care for Infants, Help with Homework, Rummage Trash, WooHoo, Try for Baby, Practice Typing, Use Toilet, Witness Death, Fruit Punch Fountain, Use Vending Machine.

Cross-Pack: Care For Birds, Play with Birds, Be Mean to Birds, Order Street Food, Tend Market Stalls, Give Gifts, Go Shopping, Window Shopping, Listen to Stories, Offer Makeover, Toy with Motives, Influence Other Sims, Create Negative Emotions, Spread Positive Emotions, Freeze, Mind Control, Transform Objects and Sims, Play with Animals, Be Mean to Animals, Make a Wish at the Well, Offer Occult Training, Request Occult Training.

Cats & Dogs: Be Mean to Pets, Train Pets, Use Vet Objects, Craft Pet Treats.

City Living: Ask for Bribe, Ask for Donation, Bubble Bottle, Critique Food, Critique Performances, Deface Murals, Fireworks, Attend Festivals, Attend The Flea Market, Attend The Romance Festival, Try To Find Love At The Romance Festival, Attend Geekcon, Attend Spice Festival, Attend Humor & Hijinks Festival, Join Jokesters at Humor & Hijinks Festival, Join Pranksters at Humor & Hijinks Festival, Be Friendly to Talking Toilets, Be Mean to Talking Toilets, Have Fun with Talking Toilets, Sabotage Talking Toilets, Paint Murals, Haggle, Sing Karaoke, Watch Living Statue, Collect and Trade Posters, Collect and Trade Snow Globes, Protest, Play with Hand Sparklers, Play Console Game, Watch Speech.

Cool Kitchen: Make and Eat Ice Cream, Make Ice Cream.

Cottage Living: Collect Farm Products

Dine Out: Color Placemat, Discuss Food

Discover University: Grade Homework, Ride Bikes, Play Ping Pong, Play Juice Pong, Use Keg Stand, Do University Coursework, Write Research Papers, Contribute Knowledge

Eco Lifestyle: Craft Candles, Drink Juice Fizzing Products, Recycle and Compost, Dumpster Dive, Play in Acid Rain, Sketch Blueprint

For Rent: Snoop On Others, Clean Mold, Spread Spores, Spread Mold, Cook Tomarani Cuisine

Get Famous: Perform Scenes, Flaunt Fame, Flaunt Wealth, Interact with Fans, Play in Money Pile, Use Streaming Drones

Get To Work: Contact Aliens, Dance with Mannequin

Growing Together: Play on Treehouse, play in Splash Pad, have Pillow Fights.

Horse Ranch: Ride Horses, Be Friendly to Horse, Be Mean to Horse, Use Horse Obstacles, Harvest Prairie Grass

High School Year: Ride Pier Attractions, Make and Eat Ice Cream, Drink Boba Tea, Use Photo Booth.

Home Chef Hustle: Bake Pizza, Make Waffles, Make Prepped Ingredients

Island Living: Ride Aqua-Zips, Collect Seashells, Go Sailing, Sand Activities, Play with Dolphin, Sunbathe, Make and Drink Kava, Make Kava.

Laundry Day: Watch Laundry

Life & Death: Tend Gravesite

Movie Hangout: Discuss Movies

My First Pet: Play with Rodents, Be Friendly to Rodents, Be Mean to Rodents, Study Rodents, Clean Rodent Cage

My Wedding Stories: Collect Message in a Bottle, Prepare for Wedding

Outdoor Retreat: Roast Food on Campfires, Use Tents, Brew Herbalism Potions.

Paranormal: Explore the Haunted House

Parenthood: Show Gross Manners, Make a Mess, Play with Doctor Playset, Work on School Project Carefully, Work on School Project Sloppily, Shout Forbidden Words, Write Private Journals

Realm of Magic: Have Magic Duels, Set Fire, Offer Magic Training, Read Magic Tomes

Seasons: Bond with Bees, Disturb Bees, Give Romantic Gifts, Give Mean Gifts, Play in Kiddie Pool, Rake Leaves and Shovel Snow

Snowy Escape: Attend Light Festivals, Attend Youth Festivals, Buy Simmi Capsules, Eat Hotpot

Spa Day: Soak Feet, Get Foot Massage, Get Body Massage, Polish Nails, Ask for Manicure and Pedicure, Take Soak Baths, Relax in Sauna, Use Face Masks

Spooky: Carve Pumpkins

Strangerville: Hail to Mother! Use Listening Device, Military Spar, Do Military Training

Vampires: Dark Meditation, Vampire Duel, Have Vampiric Training

Vintage Glamour: Use Vanity Table, Play with Makeup, Study Globe

Werewolves: Werewolf Spar, Hunt for Food, Scavenge for Relics, Mark Territory

DOWNLOAD HERE.

Translation update: @kimikosoma created the French update for my Additional Bucket List mod, check it out here! https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/mod-additional-bucket-list-skills-par-rex-trad-fr

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Convincing Them To Get A Pet

⊱⊰ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

You kept bringing stray cats home

Every time you walk through the door, hands buried in the pockets of your tightly wrapped coat, John turns his head and asks "What've you got in there?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" and a meow can be heard coming from inside your coat

He makes you take it off to find a cat and her kittens snug and warm in the inner pockets

"They were cold..." you say sheepishly when he sighs

Ghost

He has to take care of you and now you want a pet??

Says he has enough on his plate with just you

You’re blowing up his phone sending him videos of animals or shoving the phone in his face

“Simon, Simon! Look at this! We should totally get one.”

“…That’s a spider. Why would you want that?”

Soap

He had also been wanting a pet for some time now, he had an exotic animal in mind until you got chickens

"...Are we going to eat it?"

"Johnny, no."

Now he has to wake up early and feed them every day when the sun rises to when the sun goes down

The chickens have grown on him and he's even named them, gets upset when you or someone jokes about eating them

Gaz

Is totally fine with any pet as long as it’s nothing too out of the ordinary, so you got bunnies

You'll let them roam around the house sometimes and Kyle hates when you do that because they tend to chew things and it's somehow always his things

Imagine Kyle falling asleep in your bed with the pink comforters and the adorable fluffy baby bunnies (yes i'm making a reference to that one tiktok)

Roach

Unfortunately for both of you, you are weak when it comes to animals

You’re both fawning over the cats and dogs in the animal shelter, cuddling with the baby goats at the local farm even if they’re chewing your clothes and head butting you

Together you’ve owned your weird assortment of pets; ducks, goats, spiders, snakes etc.

I headcanon Gary is a nerd when it comes to snakes and bugs

Alejandro

In the moment, you manage to convince him pretty easily, until you actually bring home the dog you wanted

Pretends he doesn’t like petting it or getting near it

Even curses when he has to get up at night to let it out for it to use the bathroom

But ofc within a month he’s totally smitten over your pit bull

Spends money on buying it nice collars and food, taking it out for a drive in his truck frequently

When cooking on the grill he always buys extra meat just for your dog

Phillip Graves

I like to think he has a soft spot for animals and agreed to going along with you when deciding what animal to adopt

What he didn't expect was to be pulling into a ranch and looking at horses

He expected to be looking at dogs or cats or a fish even

Now he's helping you muck out the stall for the beautiful pinto you bought

Helps brush her down and keep its mane and tail smooth to enter it in shows and competitions

Keegan

He knew you'd been wanting a pet for a while now because every time you visited someone who owned a pet you'd asked if you could play or pet them

You probably spent longer bonding with animals than with humans

Decided to surprise you with a talking parrot

Every now and then he'll teach it cute phrases like "I love you", the parrot will sometimes pick up some colorful language from Keegan

Hesh Walker

He caved in and originally thought of gifting you a pretty Siamese cat before thinking he'd like to play a little prank on you

As a joke, he gave you two rats, each with a pink bow on them

David would've started laughing if it weren't for you growing attached to them, eventually he did tell you he intended to buy you a cat

The rats were quite intelligent and learned tricks fast and frequently played games so both you and David decided to keep them and forget about the original plan of getting a cat

Logan Walker

He could never say no to you

However, you had owned a dog before, Logan wasn't fond of cats and you didn't want something like a lizard or a fish that would stay inside a tank all the time

The perfect opportunity came up when you had the chance to adopt a baby cow, a calf who had lost its mother

You both agreed, there was extra unused backyard space

The calf was named "Moonpie"

König

You really wanted a pet, but König couldn't understand why

"We already have a pet"

It was an iguana, which König already owned when you moved in with him

You weren't very fond of it because of an anecdote that occurred the first time you were over at König's place; you had seen a long tail in between the couch cushions and thinking it was a stuffed animal or a toy you pull at it only to see the iguana moving

It still freaks you out to this day when you remember how flaky and weird the scales felt

Horangi

He agreed and suggested he be the one to go pick out a pet from the shelter

You stood at the door when you heard his car ready to meet your new pet only to be met with a plastic container

Upon opening the box you're shocked to see he brought home a snake, he just snickers as he picks it up, holding it as the boa wraps around his arm biceps

"You wanted a pet, didn't you?"

Nikto

You had spent months trying to convince him to get a pet, to which he kept saying no to

"Come on Andre, a dog wouldn't be as bad as a kid"

He had no reaction other than just a grunt, but next time he came home from deployment he set a portable crate down

You rushed excitedly when you heard squeals thinking it was a puppy, after three weeks you notice the brownish fur begin to lighten and spots appearing

"Where did you say you got the dog from?''

"Did I ever say it was a dog?"

Post inspired by this cutie:

Everyone say "Thank you Corazòn"

[eowynstwin]

blackbird, fly - i.

Cowboy Gaz x mail order bride—only, not his. After exchanging letters for half a year with ranching man Hans König, you finally travel out west to marry him. . You stand alone on a train platform, whole life in your hands, ready to promise yourself to a man you’ve yet to meet. . ao3

You step off the train carrying every one of your earthly possessions clutched in both hands. In one a carpetbag, only half-full, and in the other, a stack of letters tied together with string. A paltry summary of a very small life, you thought months ago, but today you only see how much room is left over where happiness might take root.

It began with an ad in the paper—Widowed Ranch Owner Seeking Tender Companionship—and a mailing address to a livestock town out in the west. Hans König described himself as Austrian, unusually tall, and fair lonesome in a big ranch house with no woman to make it a home. He’d immigrated to the United States as a child, married very young, had no children, and was forced to watch his first wife perish to consumption.

After two years of mourning, he said in the paper, he finally accepted that she would not want him to live and die alone. And thus, if there were any kind-hearted lady willing to give an old widower a chance, he would promise to take very good care of her.

You’d replied as fast as you could get your hands on paper and pen. The fourth child and only daughter of a tobacco farmer, you hadn’t much else to occupy yourself with. And truly, you hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Proficient in the written word though you were, there was not much else to recommend you. You brought a tiny dowry, skill with a sewing needle, a general knowledge of plants, and mediocre cooking to the bargaining table; he was horse man tried and tested by the challenges of the frontier.

You were under no illusions that you were the most attractive candidate.

Still, you wrote your letter. Described yourself to him as honestly as you could—neither especially pretty nor particularly accomplished, but told by friends and family to be of gentle demeanor and useful intelligence. Forgave him preemptively if he never responded, and wished him the best of luck in his search for a wife.

You’d nearly fainted dead away when his response had arrived as immediately as the next mail wagon. Hans König had addressed you by name, as intimately as if he’d known you for years, and said,

I was very pleased to receive your letter, Miss, and am terribly excited to correspond with you in the future. Although you write that you cannot imagine yourself an appropriate wife for a man of my experience, I myself cannot imagine what more you must need to be such. While I will not do you the discourtesy of making any promises with only my first letter to you, I will tell you truly that I was glad of your introduction, and hope you will grant me the pleasure of knowing you further.

Your whole family had been so excited for his response that Pa had broken out his fiddle after dinner that night, rejoicing already that his little girl’s future was secure.

What followed was a whirlwind half year of romance over letters sent back and forth so fast that you kept running out of ink for your pen. When you’d related this problem to Hans, he’d sent not only an entire box of lampblack ink, but a new steel pen, blotter, and lap desk on which to write.

There is no greater misfortune I can imagine now than to lose the pleasure of your correspondence, he’d written.

Pa had cried that day. Your mother had drawn you close and kissed your hair, whispering a thankful prayer that her baby was going to be alright.

In every letter, Hans demonstrated himself to be a kind man, thoughtful and patient, and as the relationship between the two of you blossomed, you started to believe it yourself. You had long given up on the possibility of marriage, thinking yourself too old and plain by now to offer much to any man worth marrying.

Now you stand alone on a train platform, whole life in your hands, ready to promise yourself to a man you’ve yet to meet.

There are only a few people milling about the station for you to survey. The surest way to pick Hans out from a crowd, he’d written, was by height. He towered over most people, and expressed hope in an early letter that he would not dwarf you too much.

But as you look around, no one stands out above the rest. In fact, the people here aren’t much different than what you’re used to; their simple dress and slight grubbiness prove them to be working folk, the kind you’d expect in a town like this, stockyards visible from the station. Your kind of people—at least normally.

Anticipating this meeting, you’d put on the best dress you own, a light frock with little printed flowers all over it. Your hair is braided and pinned up as fashionably as you could manage early this morning, and you’d even dabbed a little rouge on your lips for the occasion. As far as you can tell you are the cleanest, best-dressed person in the vicinity, and you notice not a few people openly staring.

The thought would usually make you blanch, but right now you hope it will only help your would-be husband to catch sight of you. You still can’t find him—

“Mrs. König!”

You whip your head in the direction of the call. Relief trickles through you, soothing an anxiety you hadn’t wanted to acknowledge yet, and then you see that stepping onto the platform is the handsomest man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Dark skin, warm as a summer’s day. Lips soft and full like a peach fresh-picked from the tree. A serious brow over serious eyes.

Strong and lean in build, with a loose, confident swagger in his step. He approaches, his large, long-fingered hands coming to rest on the buckle of his belt as comes to stand before you.

Tall, to be sure.

But not unusually tall.

This cowboy—profession evidenced by the worn state of his attire—is not your intended husband.

Something in you falls at that.

Swiftly you berate yourself for the betrayal. Your Hans is gentle, generous, kind. So what if this man before you is attractive? Marriages must be built on more, and Hans has already given you more. His looks shouldn’t—don’t—matter to you at all.

“Not as of yet,”you reply to the cowboy, “but soon. May I help you, sir?”

He fixes you with an intense gaze. Up close, you see thick, dark lashes framing even darker eyes—the color of which, you realize, is as black as fresh-turned soil.

The smell of humus fills your memory, powerfully earthy and fresh, such that you could be on your hands and knees with your face to the ground right now. You feel the phantom of it between your fingers; rich and cool, like at the start of the planting season before the rains. So dark and fine as to live between the grooves of your fingertips for days.

“I’m Kyle Garrick,” he says, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m a wrangler for Hans König, miss. He sent me to meet you.”

You blink. The fantasy you’d dreamed up on the train ride—of seeing Hans across the platform, recognizing him instantly, and running into his arms—finally crumbles into dust.

“Oh,” you say.

Kyle Garrick frowns. “You’re disappointed.”

“No!” you exclaim immediately. “No, he must be such a busy man, I couldn’t expect him to drop everything for me.”

The cowboy sucks his lips between his teeth, studying you for a heartbeat, then—“He is busy. Mr. König is finishing preparations for your wedding this evening. That’s why he couldn’t come.”

What disappointment had begun to sprout in your stomach immediately strangles down to the root. Joy surges in your chest like birds taking flight.

“A wedding!”

You didn’t need a wedding, you’d written to him—you were so happy merely to marry him, you couldn’t possibly ask for more. All you needed, you told him, were his hands in yours, promising before God to be your husband for the rest of your lives. You’d meant it, too.

But an actual wedding!

“Biggest the town’s seen in years,” says Kyle Garrick. “Folks haven’t talked about anything else for weeks.”

“Oh!” Then suddenly you despair. “Oh, I’m not dressed at all for a wedding. If I’d known, I would’ve worked on this dress more, I would’ve put my hair up better!”

Kyle surprises you with sudden passion. “You look perfect. You’re the prettiest thing that’s ever come into this train station, miss. This town, even.”

“Oh,” you say again. You flush hot up into the roots of your hair. Embarrassed, you avert your gaze, looking down at his worn roper boots. “I’m not, really. But it’s kind of you to say.”

His hand touches yours, the one holding onto your carpetbag. When you look back up at him, his expression is gentler.

“Mr. König will agree with me,” he says, “I promise.” He eases the handle from your grasp. Up close, he has a comforting smell. Leather, and sweet hay, and campfire smoke.

“You think so?” you ask, tightening your grasp on the letters in your other hand.

He nods. “I do. Now come on—I brought a cart. Let me take you home.”

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[miunachan]

Soft & Cozy Story Ideas ♥

Hey ✿

This time I wanted to share with you a few soft & cozy gameplay/story ideas for The Sims 4 ♥ They are pretty ✧basic✧ and easy to play after a long and exhausting day just to chill out🌿

Most of the ideas are also base game compatible, nevertheless I included recommended but optional packs ❀ Feel free to comment your cozy story ideas and I will happily add them to this list~

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My other story ideas ✧. ✲ﾟ･｡✧･ﾟ ✿ Ultimate List of Business Ideas ✿ Very Dramatic Story Ideas

Happy simming =^◕⩊◕^= ~ MiunaChan ♥

🌾 Simdew Valley

She has inherited an old, run-down farm from a distant relative. With nothing but a few basic tools and a lot of determination, she sets out to restore it to its former glory. She cares for animals, grows fresh produce, and slowly transforms the neglected land into a thriving homestead. Will she turn it into a successful business or simply enjoy the peaceful farm life?

Recommended Packs: Cottage Living, Horse Ranch, Seasons, Businesses & Hobbies

👶 Cozy Parenthood Journey

She always dreamed of having a family, and now that dream is coming true! From decorating the nursery to knitting tiny clothes, every day is filled with excitement and preparation for the new arrival. Once the baby is born, she embraces the cozy chaos of late-night feedings, lullabies, and first steps. Will she find the perfect balance between self-care, family life, and her own dreams?

Recommended Packs: Growing Together, Nifty Knitting, Parenthood

🧙‍♂️ The Thanatology Scholar

Fascinated by the mysteries of life and death, your Sim immerses themselves in the study of thanatology. They attend lectures, read ancient texts, and experiment with spiritual practices. Along the way, they uncover hidden truths and develop a special connection to the spirit world.

Recommended Packs: Life and Death, Realm of Magic, Paranormal Stuff

🖌 Artist’s Peaceful Retreat

She retreats to a charming lakeside cottage to finally dedicate herself fully to her art. Every day is spent painting, sculpting, or writing – inspired by the breathtaking nature around her. Will she sell her first masterpiece or simply create for her own joy?

Recommended Packs: Dream Home Decorator, City Living, Businesses & Hobbies

🔮 Enchanted Village Life

She has always felt drawn to the mystical and unknown. When she moves into a tiny, ivy-covered cottage at the edge of the forest, strange things begin to happen — her garden flourishes overnight, fireflies seem to whisper secrets, and the old spellbook on the dusty shelf calls to her. As she brews herbal teas, crafts protective charms, and befriends a mischievous fox, she slowly uncovers the magic hidden within herself. Will she embrace her new life as the village’s gentle witch?

Recommended Packs: Realm of Magic, Cottage Living, Paranormal Stuff

🧘‍♀️ Zen Retreat

Seeking inner peace and balance, your Sim leaves behind the hustle and bustle of everyday life to run a small wellness retreat. They spend their days practicing yoga, meditating, and offering relaxing massages to visitors. As they help others find tranquility, they may just discover a deeper sense of harmony within themselves.

Recommended Packs: Spa Day, Snowy Escape, Businesses & Hobbies

🌊 Mermaid’s Hidden Cove

Deep beneath the waves, your Sim has always felt a special connection to the ocean. One day, they discover a hidden cove, teeming with magic and mystery. As they embrace their mermaid heritage, they explore underwater secrets, befriend turtles, and gather treasures lost to time. Will they remain in the depths forever, or will they find a way to balance life on land and sea?

Recommended Packs: Island Living, Realm of Magic, Outdoor Retreat

🐶 Pet Whisperer

She has a heart for animals and takes in stray dogs and cats. Her little home is filled with love, fluffy friends, and daily adventures in the park. Maybe one day, she’ll even adopt a horse and expand her cozy home?

Recommended Packs: Cats & Dogs, Horse Ranch, My First Pet Stuff

🚐 Van Life Adventure

She has left her old life behind and now lives in a renovated van. Every day is a new place, new encounters, and cozy evenings with a guitar by the campfire. Will she eventually settle down, or will she stay on the road forever?

Recommended Packs: Snowy Escape, Outdoor Retreat

☕ Little Book Café

She has always dreamed of owning her own café – and now it's finally happening! Her little shop is the perfect retreat for book lovers who want to enjoy a cappuccino and a good story. Can she turn her tiny café into a beloved gathering place for creative souls?

Recommended Packs: Get Together, Get to Work, Businesses & Hobbies

🍎 Classic Cottagecore Dream

She has escaped the city and bought a little cottage in the countryside. Here, she lives the dream of a simple life: feeding chickens, growing vegetables, making homemade jam, and writing letters to a mysterious pen pal. Who knows – maybe the mailman will soon bring more than just bills?

Recommended Packs: Cottage Living, Seasons, Eco Lifestyle

🏡 Tiny Home Escape

The call of minimalism has reached her! She sold her big house and now lives in a self-built tiny home. She discovers how little she really needs – and how much joy comes from living with nature and focusing on what truly matters.

Recommended Packs: Tiny Living, Eco Lifestyle, Outdoor Retreat

📚 Cozy College Life

Your Sim isn’t here to party hard — they’re here to enjoy the simple joys of student life. Early morning coffee runs, study sessions in a sunlit library, and cozy nights spent journaling in their dorm. They join a book club, decorate their tiny student apartment with fairy lights, and take peaceful walks around campus. Will they graduate with honors, or will they discover that learning is about more than just grades?

Recommended Packs: Discover University, High School Years

🎶 Slow Life Musician

She enjoys a relaxed life in a small apartment. By day, she works in a record store; by night, she plays guitar at a cozy café. Music is her lifeblood – will she one day write a song that changes her life forever?

Recommended Packs: City Living, Get Famous

🍰 Comfort Baking Challenge

Baking is her passion! Every day, she tries new recipes and invites friends and neighbors to taste her latest creations. Maybe one day, she’ll even open a little cupcake shop?

Recommended Packs: Home Chef Hustle, Get to Work, Businesses & Hobbies

🌿 Secret Garden

Her tiny garden is her pride and joy. She spends her days tending to plant, growing herbs, and creating a beautiful flower bed. Will she start her own flower shop or discover the magic of healing herbs?

Recommended Packs: Seasons, Eco Lifestyle, Cottage Living

🧶 Cozy Grandparent Life

Knitting, gardening, and baking fill her days – until she stumbles upon an old love letter she never sent. Her heart races. Could her first love still be out there somewhere? And if so, what will happen if they meet again after all these years?

Recommended Packs: Nifty Knitting, Growing Together, My Wedding Stories

[thehauntedetheral]

Saw that requests were open. So how about a cowboy with a city girl reader who can’t do shit in the country side? Like girlie would die trying to get eggs from chicken nests or plow a field 😂🎀💅🏻

Yandere Cowboy x Reader 🤠

Requests are open!

You lived in city enjoying your life by shopping, spas, parties and spending your grandpa's money like crazy as you live with him. Your grandpa had it enough. Yes he has a hell lot of money but you should learn how to spend it wisely.

So he forcefully sends you to his farmhouse for your summer break in a town middle of nowhere. You were away from friends and with a poor internet connection. So you tried to find some thing to distract yourself only to find a handsome cowboy with his sturdy cowboy hat and boots living in your grandpa's farmhouse for maintenance.

He became your tour guide and showed you the ranch, farm and all the animals.

He did everything effortlessly. Feeding the cattles, taking out eggs from nest, farming. It wouldn't be so hard to do you thought only if you knew.

The next day you tried to get eggs from nest only to have hens pecking and running after you while yan cowboy simply shakes his head at you while having a silly smile plastered over his face.

You tried horse riding well what can I say the horse kicked you.

You thought about riding the tractor in farm but yan cowboy stopped you from harming yourself and the farm plants.

You thought you have already embarassed yourself more than enough infront of yan cowboy but you have no idea this boy is obsessed and madly in love with you.

He loves how you are willing to try new things .

He loves how you don't give up even after getting badly treated by animals.

Hens are running after you? No worries he will teach you.

You want to learn horse riding? He will personally sit behind you on horse for teaching purpose. Ofcourse not for the purpose to be close to you.

Slowly you two became friends.

Makes you breakfast.

You two take walks in the farm at evening.

Taking care of cattles together in ranch.

Going to grocery store together.

Hitting the local pub and dancing like idiots with each other.

Him and his accent just melts you into a puddle.

You love how he helps you, teaches you tricks on how to handle ranch.

You also love his athletic built and handsome face with his cowboy outfit.

Everything is going on beautiful but as the summer break ends you have to go back to city which is inevitable.

The day has arrived for your departure and you are ready to go home. You will miss this farmhouse but moreover you will miss him more. After all goodbyes are difficult.

You wished you can tell him about your feelings about how much you mean to him, how much you love him and will miss him but there is no meaning in saying it now as you both will be miles apart.

"Think I'll miss you forever

Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky"

-Lana del rey (Summertime Sadness song)

Let me know through comments what you feel about this fic.

Requests are open!

For more yandere reading:

[jetblack4realz]

you call this a date? - rip wheeler

summary - rip's the new kid on the ranch and you sure as hell love to tease him about it

word count - 1.7k

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when rip showed up at the ranch you didn't think twice about him. just another stray boy john had picked up along the way somewhere.

you'd been working summers with the duttons since you were thirteen. all of your siblings had done it, your families were real good friends, and you were no exception.

well, except that you were the only girl.

the other wranglers adored you from the get-go and you'd become a staple part of the team over the years. you'd seen your fair share of young boys come in and out of the ranch. very few lasted past their sixteenth birthday.

except for rip.

you didn't know exactly when he'd turned eighteen, but you knew that he was your age. he'd always stayed quiet, just put his head down and worked, which you respected.

it was that and the way he looked at the animals that made you notice him. he cared for them like they were something reverent, something worth protecting.

and, yeah sure, he was cute. in a boyish brooding sort of way - like if he stopped to breathe for two seconds a raincloud would pop up behind him.

the older hands whispered things about him since no one really knew his story - words like "murder" and "abuse" and "hell of a life" tossed around along with his name.

but none of that scared you. not at all.

you loved teasing the hell out of him. and while he could take the other wranglers' jokes like a champ, he always seemed to get pretty flustered when you took to him.

you tossed a rag in his face as he washed tack, laughing lightly as he threw it back in the bucket with a small frown.

"i think you missed a spot there, cowboy," you told him, pointing at the leather as you walked up behind him. he knitted his brows, following your finger before you turned and flicked him in the forehead. you laughed. "got ya."

he rolled his eyes as you walked off, heading off to do whatever chore you'd been asked to do without him.

when you'd get paired together, you'd pass by him on your horse as you gathered cattle and call his way something joking like: "stop lookin' so serious! we've got scarecrows for that!"

he always huffed, just continuing on with his work.

the one that stuck with him the most was when you were both on fence duty in the middle of july. you both were sweating up a storm as you moved down the fence line, you resorting to stripping down to a tank top and tying your flannel around your waist instead. you poured some of your water bottle into your hand and splashed it on your face.

"geez, it's hot," you complained.

"yeah, it sure is," rip said with a sigh, standing from his crouched position to pull his shirt over his head and shove it in his saddle bag.

he was way more toned than you'd expected, and the beads of sweat covering his shoulders and running down his spine wasn't harsh on the eyes either.

you grinned, whistling loudly as you eyed him. "damn, wheeler! it really is hot - and i ain't talking about the weather no more."

he side-eyed you, but you could see the light pink flush rising to his cheeks - and that wasn't from the weather either.

"you done messing with me now?" he asked.

you shook your head, laughing as you offered him your water bottle. "not even close."

and just like that, a friendship started forming. well, something close to one. close enough that you started spending your very brief lunch breaks together and sharing more easy conversations during dinner or as you worked. close enough that you began to notice the small smiles you pulled from him, or the way his eyes lingered as you passed.

the pie thing started as another tease.

"you gonna keep hiding in the barn all night or are you finally gonna let me steal you away for an evening?" you asked, stepping into the stables with a small smile.

he looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth open as he looked for a response.

"you promised me pie, wheeler," you told him in a sing-songy tone, smile widening as you walked closer up to him.

he looked at the tack wall like it had something important to say. "i didn't say i had pie, i said i knew where to get pie."

you crossed your arms, raising a brow with a teasing grin. "you backing out on me, cowboy?"

"no. just didn't think you were serious," he admitted, jaw tightening slightly even as a flicker of amusement flashed behind his eyes.

"i'm always serious about dessert."

there was a long pause, like he was doing the math in his head before he set his rake to the side, and waved you after him.

you followed obediently, grinning excitedly as he flicked the lights off and walked to the back of the bunkhouse where his old ranch truck sat a bit of a distance from the rest of the guys'.

he pulled the door open and fished a takeout box from under the seat. he nodded towards the bed. "go on."

you climbed quickly into the bed, taking the box from him to let him hop in himself before you both sat up against the window, facing the vast expanse of mountains and the slowly emerging stars lined up above them behind the setting sun.

you opened the little box and grinned at the sight of gator's peach pie.

"damn, you stole from the chef. i guess you do have a rebellious side," you teased, and you saw that cute little blush rise to his cheeks. "now do you got forks or are we going full heathen?"

"heathen?" he echoed with a small laugh as he pulled two mismatched plastic forks from his jacket pocket. "that's what you think of me?"

you grinned as you took one from his hand. "i think you try real hard not to show how thoughtful you are."

he didn't say anything to that, only watching you for a few moments before turning to the pie. he gestured for you to take the first bite and so you did, smiling once the sweet cinnamony pastry melted in your mouth.

"oh, that's unfair. now you're setting expectations," you told him.

rip finally cracked a small. small, but there. "can't say i've ever cared much about expectations."

"you care about mine?" you asked, glancing sideways at him.

he didn't answer again, the question just hanging comfortably in the air between you both. he stabbed his fork into the pie, both of you picking at it as you slowly scooted closer together.

at some point you'd grabbed his hand and he'd been happy to lace his fingers with yours, eyes on the stars as your head fell against his shoulder.

"you ever done this before?" you asked quietly.

he snorted. "what - eat stolen pie and sit in the back of my truck past curfew with a girl?"

you smiled. "i meant something like a date."

he faltered, looking down at the half eaten pie.

"no," he answered. "not really my thing."

"why not?"

"i don't live the kind of life that leaves time for it. don't live the kind of life that leaves girls wanting me to make time for it," he said softly.

you hummed, squeezing his hand. "well i'm glad you did make time for it. you're doin' alright so far."

his lips quirked into a small sort of smile. "only you would call this a date."

"only you would think this isn't."

he looked over at you, brows knitted slightly as he met your eyes with an intensity you weren't prepared for. the wind whistled around you both, and he watched as it blew your front pieces across your cheek. he softened a bit when you smiled up at him, reaching his free hand out hesitantly to tuck the hairs behind your ear, pausing and letting his fingers brush lightly against your cheek.

"i don't know how to do this," he admitted roughly, eyes bouncing between yours to gauge your reaction. "i didn't grow up with much... tenderness."

"i think you're doing just fine, cowboy," you told him softly, grabbing his hand and pressing it more firmly against your cheek, leaning into him.

his eyes flicked to your lips and you were all too aware of it, leaning closer to him as he finally dipped down to press his lips to yours.

you reciprocated immediately, slightly surprised at the pull he gave you to get you to lean into him more.

you just figured it was his first kiss - evidently, it wasn't.

you let out out a breath when he pulled away, brows knitting as he looked away from you. "sorry."

"don't be," you said, kissing him again shortly and smiling through it. when you pulled back, he was smiling with you. "i liked it."

by the time you wandered back to the bunkhouse the sky was pitch black and the stars were coating it completely. you couldn't hear the wranglers yelling about some card game, which told you it was well past midnight - and way past your unofficial curfew.

rip held your hand tightly, using it to pull you back towards him just short of the porch.

"don't tell anyone about this, yeah?" he said, looking at you intently. "about the pie or anything else."

you smirked, squeezing his hand. "why? scared they'll think you're soft?"

his eyes were serious when they met yours and he gave you a simple shake of his head. "i ain't soft. but i got something to protect now."

he pressed a kiss to your forehead when he moved back towards the stairs, pulling you up after him as your smile softened and then grew again.

it lingered all the way to bed.

and so did the taste of peach pie on your lips.

[i-heart-yellowstone]

John Dutton with wife reader. Him teaching her how to ride a horse and she keeps falling from the horse which he would catch her. You decide how it ended. Can be anything. Tag me later!!! Thanks!! :))

Always Allow Some Help

Tags [ @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @pear-1206

“I’m not sure the horse is going to like me. They only ever liked my sister. That’s why she’s the one running the ranch after all.” I eyed the tan horse in the pen in front of me while my husband, you could say named John Dutton, was getting his horse ready for him to ride.

He tossed the saddle over quickly tying the different straps together in place before moving over to the horse I was going to ride and doing the same thing. “You don’t need to worry. Nobody ever knew if a horse was going to like being ridden until one day someone have enough guts to do just that.”

“If you say so, cowboy. So what exactly do I have to do? It's been a while since I've rode a horse.” I rubbed my hands down my forearms feeling uneasy when he leads my horse over by the reins he was holding in his hands.

John came up behind me offering out his hand that was extended for me with a wooden box sitting beside my horse since I wasn’t as tall as he was and so I needed some assistance. “Just put your right foot in the strup and swing your leg over the other side of the saddle.” He explained where watches me lift my body up onto the horse and I swung my left leg over the saddle, shifting until I felt comfortable on it.

“Follow me, darling.” John declared easily climb onto his own horse with such ease. He kicked his horse in its belly riding off in the direction of the main gate and I followed after him.

During the ride I pushed my cowgirl hat further down onto my head with my body bouncing in every direction it felt like. “Woah! J - John.” I called nervously feeling my butt sliding off the saddle where I nearly fell onto the ground.

“Careful back there. You gotta bounce with the horse.” He reminded me.

I nodded trying to keep up beside his horse where I felt myself sliding off the saddle again where I tugged the reins trying to keep myself on the horse. Yet the horse noticed slightly standing up on its back legs and throwing me off with me landing on my side. “John! Ow - I thought I was getting better.”

“Y/n, are you hurt badly?” He questioned me riding over to me, concern across his face.

Pushing myself up to stand he led my horse back over to me holding onto the reins of mine. “I think I’m okay. I just wish I didn’t appear like I have never rode a horse before.”

“It takes time when you’ve been away for a bit. Don’t worry you’ll get the hang of it back in no time.” John reassured me by waiting until I was seated back on my horse, reminding me of another tip. “I wanna see if this helps you. Are you open to some advice?”

I nodded my head yes in agreement, knowing my husband meant well. “From you, always.”

“You’ve been bouncing against the horse. All right.” He raised his freehand in the air bringing his hand down while he explained. “When the horse bounces up, let it stand you in the stirrups. And when it comes down, sit back in the saddle. Let’s try that.”

Sucking in a breath we slowly started riding forward and I raised my body up with and down with the horse exactly like he had just told me. John tugged on his reins and I did the same until we paused our riding with a glance from him. “So how does that feel now. Do you still feel like you’re going to fall off?”

“It’s a lot better. Thank you.” I smiled before a light smirk crossed my lips. “What would you say to a horse race? First one to the graveyard wins and the loser has to put both horses up in the barn.”

John chuckled, sending me a grin, kicking his horse and taking off quickly. “You’re on!”

Kicking my horse in the belly he starts galloping faster as I hold tightly on the reins loving the excitement this brings me chasing after the rancher in front of me. The wind blew through my loose hair when I passed my husband getting to the edge of the graveyard before I noticed my horse starts neighing and halting in its tracks. "What is it, boy. What do you hear?" I asked brushing its mane as it sticks its nose down smelling.

Suddenly my horse shuffled its hooves backwards in terror. I pull the reins a little searching the ground around but not finding anything. "Easy boy. It's okay." But the next thing I now my horse shrieks bending on its hind legs throwing me off. I drop into the grass and dirt. I grunt seeing my horse run off further away from the ranch. My hat's on the ground as I try to get up but dropped knowing I couldn’t chase after the horse on foot. Something hisses closely in my eyes I see a rattle snake in my face. "Oh shit!" I mumbled under my breath as it nearly bites me.

But a gunshot goes off near me and it drops dead on my feet. Whipping my head in the direction of where the gunfire came from I see John on a horse his shotgun in his hands. "J - John..." I gasped still in shock from the moment.

"Y/n, sweetheart. I thought you were right beside me until I saw your abandoned horse run past mine." He slowly walked over, dismounting his horse holding out an open hand for me to take.

I stood up on my feet with his assistance before I asked, pointing in the direction of where the animal had ran off in. “Thanks. Are we going to go after the horse?”

“Nah. Rip and the bunkhouse cowboys are working in the closet field. They’ll catch it and bring it back to the barn for us.” He shook his head no, scooting back on his saddle gesturing with his head for me to climb on in front of him. “Let’s head back to the house. I owe you a cooked meal after all you did win the race.”

I grunted climbing up onto the saddle of his horse sending him a weak look feeling guilty for what had happened. “John, you don’t have to cook considering my horse got spooked and ran off. Plus you saved my life from that rattle snake.”

“Don’t worry about the horse and I am a man of my word. So I’ll make dinner like we agreed on.” The older cowboy said tucking some hair behind my ear, taking the reins.

I leaned my body back against his chest giving him a quick kiss before we made our way back to the main house to go eat dinner. “You’re a good man, John.”

“Only because you bring out the best parts of me, Y/n.” He kissed the side of my head, having enjoyed his evening ride with you more than he had with anyone else in the past.

[andyrambles]

started the school year with a cowboy artrick x Ethel Cain fic, i’ll end the same way | Crush by Ethel Cain | 18+ MDNI

⟢ i owe you a black eye and two kisses / tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em ⟣

Patrick who really wasn’t fond of Art at the start. this blue eyed, blonde boy who showed up at his door on move-in day, barely looking like he’d ridden a horse a day in his life. his hands were too soft, his face was too bright, his demeanor too warm for life on the ranch. but what business is it of his? why should he care? he’ll figure it out on his own soon enough.

but he knows the other guys on the ranch just can’t stand it either, can’t stand this newbie who talks too much and asks too many questions. they loathe him, and honestly, Patrick pities Art. he’s as oblivious as a newborn calf and it’s almost painful to watch how he just can’t take a hint. it’s stupid, it’s so stupid the way he feels sorry for this blonde kid fresh off the train from New Rochelle. he shouldn’t. but he just can’t help it, and it gets even worse when he comes back to their room one day and finds him crying on his bed, head in his hands.

those poor, high-pitched whining sounds he’s making, the way his shoulders and his arms shake. he can’t just stand there, and he sure as hell can’t ignore it. he shuts the door quietly and kicks off his boots by their shared closet before walking to sit on his bed across from Art, his hands in his lap. he swallows before he opens his mouth. “…are you okay…?” he asks as softly as he can manage. Art just shakes his head, not meeting the brunette’s eyes, his sobs softening just a little but not by much. Patrick hates the non response. it means he has to try again. “can i do anything..?”

Art sniffles and takes a shaky breath behind his fingers. “i—c-can you get me s-something frozen from the f-f-freezer..?” he asks through shaky sobs. Patrick nods, even if he knows Art can’t see it, and walks to their mini fridge, pulling open the freezer door and grabbing a small bag of peas from inside. he steps back and offers it out to the blonde—but his heart stops when he finally gets a look at his face.

Art’s pale skin is darkened by a large black and blue mark coloring his eye. it looks incredibly painful, and Patrick knows he doesn’t have to ask who did it or why it happened. he already knows. so instead he just kneels down in front of Art and presses the bag of peas to his face, his heart clenching at the sound of the blonde’s hiss of pain. “sorry..” he murmurs, his free hand on Art’s knee. “it’s not your fault.” he says pitifully. god, Patrick can barely stand it, his thumb rubbing over his skin through the denim of his jeans. he doesn’t know what to say, other than he’ll beat the shit out of those guys tomorrow. but that probably wouldn’t be a comfort to him right now.

he sighs deeply. “do you want a cigarette?”

⟢ he looks like he works with his hands, and smells like Marlboro Reds ⟣

they sit together on Art’s bed, the blonde pressing the bag of peas to his eye while nursing a shared cigarette with the other. it gets passed back and forth between them, the smoke blown into the quiet air. it’s somehow soothing and yet, it makes Patrick’s skin crawl a little. there are things he wants to say—‘it’s not your fault’, ‘those guys are assholes’, ‘i could kick the shit out of them if you wanted’—but nothing would pass from his lips. instead they were stuck in this silence. well..that is until Art laughs wetly, a pitiful sound. “can’t believe i let them get one over on me like that…it’s worse i believed they actually liked me…” he reaches for the cigarette again, guiding it a little clumsily to his lips and taking a deep drag.

Patrick doesn’t laugh though. he knows he bad loneliness affects people on the ranch, especially newbies. “those guys..are assholes.” he all but whispers, his head hazy with smoke. “they just…don’t really take to newbies well.” he continues, taking the cigarette back for his own drag. it was a little more than a stub now, they’d need another soon. “but they are still assholes..” he watches Art nod solemnly beside him, taking a breath before putting the pea bag down from his eye. “yeah. they are.”

the mark is less angry, less swollen, but still dark. maybe even darker than before. Art tossed the bag to the foot of the bed, sighing as he leaned back on his hands. “i don’t know why i thought talking so much would make them like me…i just—i don’t fucking know.” he gripes quietly, clearly frustrated by all of this. Patrick listens quietly as he finishes the cigarette and stubs it out in the ash tray by the window sill. “you just wanted to connect with them..” he tries. Art nods, his curls bouncing a little. “i guess so..it’s just so lonely out here, is it so bad that i wanted to maybe chat with these guys on a lunch break or something?”

Patrick shakes his head, lying back. “no. but they’ve just been doing this for so long that it’s almost impossible for them to find connection…enjoyable anymore. it’s not you.” and he knows it sounds fake, a stupid sentiment, but he’s trying. because truthfully he likes this blonde cowboy, and he doesn’t want him to feel like everyone here is out to get him. he glances over at Art, reaching to put a hand on his shoulder. “it really isn’t you.”

Art’s baby blue’s dart down to Patrick’s hand, his face softening just a little at the contact. it’s warm, it’s soothing, it’s welcome. he exhales softly. “thanks..” the silence that follows is a little tense, but not tense in an uncomfortable way—tense with warmth and something drawing them to each other. Art slowly leans himself back to lay next to Patrick on the bed, turning his face to meet those green eyes. they’re beautiful.

⟢ there’s just something about you, baby / maybe i’ll just be crazy ⟣

neither of them are sure how it happens, who moved first, or even why—but sure enough their lips end up connected and they don’t dare to part. Art melts, the feel of Patrick’s lips against his rough and warm and all he could want after so many months alone. but deep down he knows this is different, this isn’t just connection. Patrick sighs, his hand finding Art’s waist and tugging him right up against him, the hard line of his body a welcome sensation.

the blonde’s lips part for Patrick’s tongue to slid against his own, the slickness of it making his stomach flip and turn with arousal he knows the brunette can feel growing against his thigh through his jeans. Patrick’s hand on his hip encourages Art to rock against him, to relieve the ache however he wants. it makes a small moan slip through his pink lips between kisses. “shit…” it's breathy and perfect and it drives Patrick wild, his hand tightening on Art's hip, his thumb slipping under the waistband of his jeans for some skin-to-skin contact. Art tips his head back, feeling the brunette grind in rhythm against him and kiss at his jaw, his breaths hot against his skin. everything is hot and smells like wood and dirt and musk—it's perfect.

they go on and on, exchanging kisses as they grind against each other, soft moans and gasps of pleasure filling the room. it's more contact than either of them have had in months and they realize in this moment how badly they've needed this. Patrick's kisses sweep over Art's face, becoming tender as his lips press carefully against his bruised eye. Art hisses with pain and pleasure, his hips jerking forward. "Pat.." Patrick whines, hips rolling faster against the blonde. he never wants him to stop saying his name like that. "Art, baby..."

it sneaks up on them both, but with another heated kiss and the grip of Patrick's hand sliding down to the back of Art's thigh to hoist it over his hip, they are soon flying over the edge of pleasure with groans and high pitched gasps, staining their jeans. they pant into each other's mouths, foreheads pressed tightly to one another as they breathe each other down from their highs. "god." Art pants out, his leg still hooked around Patrick's hip, keeping them slotted against one another like two puzzle pieces. Patrick chuckles breathlessly. "yeah..goddamn.." his hand keeps it's spot on Art's hip, rubbing there soothingly. he leans to press a soft kiss to his black eye.

"if they give you anymore trouble, i'll owe them all black eyes, cowboy.."

[lumieresdreams]

another day, another random list of HCs for the LADS boys pt.3

Zayne⛄

- he did ice skating as a child. well, more like he took a few classes but found that that wasn't his thing. he still knows how to do basic spins and turns on the ice, just enough to impress mc. he would never let mc know this, but he loves being able to hold you close while firmly holding your hand when you need help keeping your balance

Caleb 🍎

- puts on either or both of the top gun movies as background noise when he's building a new model or going through the fleet's papers. i don't make the rules, top gun was written in caleb's veins. mc playfully groans whenever she's over and caleb's doing what was previously mentioned, he'd chuckle sheepishly, saying "sorry, it's out of habit" before changing what was on the tv. this always happens tho, it's the norm

Sylus 🪶

- bonafide horse girl. he canonically has a horse ranch, do you think this man wouldn't be taking care of his horses and breeding them once in a while? well he does, especially when he catches news of a mare about to give birth, he wants to be there for it to bless the foal with a new name. and may have secretly named a red mare based off of mc-

Xavier 💫

- writes songs and melodies for mc when he's not busy. he has a tendency to hum random tunes around mc and if they comment they like it, xav will take note and try to build a whole piece off of that. he's also written them lullabies that both him and mc would fall asleep to when they're together

Rafayel 🐠

- whenever he's feeling brave, he does professional mermaid shows, but as his lemurian self. "lemuria's a legend to humans, y'know?" he says with confidence, being wheelbarrowed towards the tank he'll be doing a mermaid show in by none other than mc. "no one will suspect a thing!" when in fact, someone does suspect a thing, but there were so many realistic lemurian actors nowadays that it's difficult to pinpoint if its real or not. if someone did find out, raf and/or mc can just easily silence them after the show :)

[delopsia]

Hi Delgato! I was thinking of Rhett and citygirl!reader who tries to “countrify” herself after she meets Rhett’s family for the first time. She just didn’t realize what a city slicker she was before. I’m talking like going to a clothing store in town and getting leather boots, big belt buckle and cowboy hat! She looks a little crazy but hey, that’s why Rhett loves her so much right? A little crack and a lot of fluff with soft and sweet boyfriend Rhett!

I hope you feel better! 🥺💖

Rhett and city!Reader will never not get to me, lord 🤯 As much as you're fascinated by country living, Rhett is equally intrigued by the whole city thing. There's a sort of novelty to it that keeps you both up all night just comparing different parts of your lives, like Rhett truly cannot fathom apartments. What do you mean you can sometimes hear your neighbor through the wall??? How do you manage carrying groceries?

The Abbotts have such a contagious aesthetic that it's impossible to not want to adopt their look after you meet them for the first time. Rhett's so amused by the concept that he offers to help, so long as you promise to take him with you the next time you visit the city. A deal is a deal!

Proper jeans come first on the list, and it's...definitely not because Rhett starts drooling when you try them on. You've literally got a few pairs at home, but Rhett insists you need some that can withstand the wear and tear of manual labor.

Do you need chaps? No, you've been horse riding with Rhett, but he's always been careful to steer clear of brush and anything that can scratch you. But he encourages you to try them on anyway, and immediately regrets it. Now he gets why you keep staring at his ass when he's wearing his chaps, because he can't look away.

Then comes the belt, the buckles, and the promise that you can wear any of the buckles he has at home if you so choose, and the boots!! You're busy trying to figure out if you need to size up, and Rhett's having a self-discovery moment while he watches you walk around in them.

Cowboy hats are an overwhelming thing that nearly warrants a second visit. There are so many colors, shapes, and materials to choose from. Certain lifestyles usually whittle down the options, but you're not necessarily buying out of necessity, so you've essentially got creative freedom here. Go classic brown and copy Rhett's style, or get that adorable pastel pink hat, go wild!

The outfit looks a little bit funny when it's all put together, but Rhett promises that's just because everything is brand new 😊 Some good ol' regular wear and a couple dozen rides around the Abbott ranch will fix you right up. But he miiiight insist on you wearing your pretty cowboy boots when you take him into the city 👢🌼

[cinnamongrl2006]

˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ Dad's best friend cowboy!Bruce Wayne x fem!reader ˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹

౨ৎ Warnings: age gap (legal), sfw, fluff (that gets a lil angsty at the end? we’ll fix that in part two, maybe?). Reader's dad is a farmer (not a warning but you know what I mean), inaccurate ? (i’m not american and have like zero idea abt how farms and horse training work, so) ౨ৎ a/n: I wrote about Cowboy Jason a couple weeks ago (it was actually the first fic I posted!!), it was about time I wrote cowboy Bruce.

Bruce was new to town, and you’d just gotten back to your hometown after college. The late spring was filled with possibilities for the both of you, as long as your father wasn’t around.

Him and your father had hit it off instantly when he’d moved to town, and he’d come to work at the ranch to help train the horses. A couple weeks later you’d shown up, in your tiny shorts and boots, prancing around like you owned the place— because you did— and he’d been entranced since.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who sees you sitting on the fence by the ring were he's training the horses your father owns, one arm stretched over your eyes to shield you from the sun, the other holding back onto the wooden rod. Your eyes are trained on his every move, and he feels a slight sense of pride at your watchful stare.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who builds up the courage to ask you out one day, it's a Sunday morning and your dad has just left to the farmer's market.

You stand by the ring watching him ride a horse. His dark shirt is pulled tight over his chest and arms, muscles straining as he moves; his jeans and boots are mud stained. The smell of hay and mud mixes with that of the apple blossoms around you, birds chirp and the sun hits the back of your head, sweat trickles down your back and the fabric of your dress sticks to your skin, but your focus is set on Bruce.

You watch as he gets off the horse, pats her side and calls her a good girl before dragging her to the stables. How you wished that was you.

A calloused hand on the small of your back and a deep voice break through your thoughts— Bruce.

“Need any help with anything, sugar?” He drowls and you nearly short circuit.

You shake hour head no, thankful that he’s not face to face with you so he can’t see your reddened face, although you’re sure he’s seen you blush when you made eye contact countless times before. It’s not that you don’t like him, but your father would not approve of it.

But then he jumps the fence and stands in front of you, a daisy in his fingers that he puts behind your ear.

“Beautiful.” He murmurs, smiling. And your resolve comes crumbling down when he so sweetly asks to take you out to the lake for a picnic, next Sunday, when your daddy is down at the farmers market, he said.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne whose doubts about your age difference and if you’d like someone his age die down when you say yes, right before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who spends the next week practically playing eye tag with you from across the lawn, running a hand down your back when you’re all alone, sunbathing in the porch, or pressing a kiss to the back of your neck when he walks past you. He’s careful, private, patient.

𐚁⊹Cowboy!Bruce Wayne who is so sweet to you when he finally takes you out. He opens the passenger door of his truck for you, helps you in and kisses you before jogging to the other side. When you walk through the trail down to the lake he holds your hand, the back of your neck, your waist.

Your date goes well, and suddenly you fall into a routine, going out every Sunday, laying down under the midday sun, limbs tangled together, lips, teeth and tongues clashing.

The secretiveness of your relationship weighs heavy on your heart, but your father would never approve, so instead of worrying you kiss him again, let him braid your hair, run his fingers down your back.

He gifts you flowers every Sunday, and you keep them, pressed in a notebook, with a few words about the day, a reminder of your shared affection.

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a/n: Hello, me again, okay I’d love to do a part two where her dad catches them together— maybe smut, but only if this does well, which I’ve got my doubts about. Loveddd writing it, love Bruce as an older bf what can I say?

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