#you are in love x cowboy like me

[pinofdnp]

you're cowboy like me, and you are in love, true love <3

(this mashup hits different. it was rare, i was there.)

[ontheoutside-lookingin]

Reblog and tag some of your fave eras tour surprise song mashups (so far) please I’m so curious

[laurrrrrrrrra]

Im literally the safest swiftie on the planet rn for both songs.

[beccaann22]

you look like you love me - riley green

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: reader sees riley walk into the bar and knows just what she wants.

warnings: drinking, flirting, suggestive contents, love

i was all but 22

i think at the time

i'd been out on the road

lonely at night

and it had been awhile

so it was on my mind

y/n has been out at the bar all night so far with her friends. they're traveling following the rodeo as it makes it rounds through the southern and midwestern states. y/n is a barrel racer, while her friends range from tricker riders to bull riders. they had just wrapped up a long day of sweating in the hot sun of oklahoma while doing what they do best. putting on a show for the rodeo fans. and they loved it, they really did. y/n loved feeling the adrenaline right before she set off for that first barrel with her most precious belonging. cooper. her beautiful chestnut quarter horse. he's been with her since she was a teenager and has followed her on this journey with the rodeo. but y/n has been missing something for a while now and she can't seem to figure out what it is.

y/n and her friends where exushted though, they had been working since 7 this morning practicing and then the actual events themselves. needless to say they all needed a break. its currently eight o'clock at night and they'd been here since six in the evening. sure they had dinner here first before they started drinking but as soon as the last plate left, and round of tequila shots appeared at the table. currently y/n is currently nursing a strawberry daiquiri.

she was on a mission tonight. to get laid. its been far to long for her liking and it doesn't help that she's quit picky with her men. and she has a rule that she doesn't sleep with men she's working with. so that means all these rodeo boys she traveling with are off limits by her own rules. and she's fine with that, none of them quite do it for her anyways. too cocky in there own ways and don't quite look the part. she knows her type when she see's it though.

well, i saw him walk in

with his cowboy hat

and i thought to myself

i could use some of that

his boots like glass on a saw dust floor

had moves like nothing i had ever seen before

taking another sip of her drink, her eyes are drawn to the door when a rowdy group enters the bar. it's a group of men- cowboys- if you will and they were having the time of their lives tonight. they claim a booth not to far from y/n's booth with her friends. y/n nudges her friend, charlotte, in the side. nodding her head at the group of men next to them, y/n grins at charlotte. charlotte throws her head back laughing at y/n's antics and wiggles her eye brows back at y/n.

y/n jumps off the booth and lands her two feet on the floor, "hey y'all i'm gonna go get us another round real quick." her words quickly meet the ears of all her friends and they erupt in cheers. she giggles at them as she works her way up to the the bar. the bars not overly busy as it was a thursday night. but a majority of the rodeo crew was there, and there's quite a bit of them and the rest of the people who wanted to enjoy a night out with friends. she gets to the bar and leans against the counter waiting to get the bartenders attention. when she catches his eye and orders another round of beers this time she feels a presence next to her. from the corner of her eye she can see the side view of probably the most handsome man she's ever seen. he's wearing wrangler jeans that fit him just right in all the right places, a black carhartt shirt that hugs his biecps showing all his muscles, brown cowboy boots and black baseball hat for what she assumes is a football team. more then likely college. she turns her eyes back to the counter waiting for the beers.

the handsome man, riley, comes to be aware of his surroundings and notices the most beautiful girl next to him. his breath hitches completely caught off guard by her beauty. she was absolutely stunning to him. the most prettiest sight to see he was sure of it, and way out of his league. she was wearing these bootcut jeans that hugged her curves just right, brown cowboy boots and the prettiest lil shirt on her body hugging her chest and flaring out at the bottom. she had her hair curled and it was slightly messy from the days activities.

y/n could sense his eyes on her, so she thinks to herself, "screw it, what's the worst that could happen?" and she turns her head towards him and says, "well hi there cowboy," and gives him a cute little grin as she looks him up and down. this absolutely stuns riley, him not expecting her to acknowledge him, but boy is he glad she did.

putting on his big boy boots riley smiles down at the girl, he's 6'4' so naturally a lot of girls are shorter then him, and y/n's no exception. he swallows his nerves and breaths out a, "hello ma'am."

ma'am. he called he ma'am. y/n immediately melted. for some reason hearing him call her ma'am absolutely did it for her. she pulls herself together and rests her elbow on the counter and her chin on her hand, "you find something interesting that you're looking at," she asks him teasing him.

"yes ma'am, i found something quite pretty to look at while i wait for my drinks.. i'm riley by the way," he leans closer to her, so close that she can smell his cologne. boy oh boy does he smell good. there's no other way to describe it other then the scent of a hardworking man but comforting at the same time. husky and maybe a little sandal wood? leather perhaps. she has no idea what is it, all she knows is that it's her new favorite scent.

before she could reply, the bartender bring her the round of coors light and his round of what seems to be miller light. y/n and riley can hear their individual groups hollering for them, they look over and see that their groups have some how merged together and they're all mingling together. charlotte catches y/n's eye and winks at her. "oh thank you my sweet charlotte," y/n thinks to herself.

riley laughs, "well i guess are groups are together now then." y/n smiles at him and grabs her tray of beer, "looks that way." and she walks away from him and towards their groups handing out the beers to her friends. riley watches her walk away, her swaying hips absolutely doing him in for un-pure thoughts. he shakes his head trying to make them go away before following after her, handing the beer out as well.

charlotte leans into y/n's ear and whispers, "that man is eyeing you down so bad right now. if you don't make a move soon you'd be a fool." that gives y/n the confidence she needed. so she grabs an unopened beer from the table and walks right up to riley lightly guiding him away from the prying ears, and hands him a beer. she steps a little closer to him, leaving little space in between their chests. she looks up at him and says, "baby, i think your gonna wanna hear this."

he looks down at her, the small amount of space between them sending tingles all over his body, "what am i gonna wanna hear sweet thing?" he asks her raising his hand to her face, brushing hair out of her eyes lightly touching her cheek.

she reaches her hand up to her neck and stands on her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, "you look like you love me." she moves her lips to his other ear, "you look like you want me to want you to come on home."

he looks down at her, "oh, do i know darlin'?" he asks her with a grin on his face. he likes where this is going.

"oh baby i don't blame you for looking at me across this, but i'm drunk and i'm ready to leave. and you look like you love me," she whispers to him as she wraps her hands around his hips.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

riley looks over at his friends making sure they aren't being nosy sons of bitches and then looks back down at this girl who's making moves he never thought she would. he had no idea the night would lead to this. he just came to the local beer joint with the guys when this bold country girl was the only one in the room he could see. she was a dream come true. everyone else was invisible. and now here she is telling him everything he wants to hear.

well, i was down at the local beer joint with a few of the guys

when this cute little country girl caught my eye

and boy, let me tell you she was the prettiest thing i'd ever seen in a pair of boots

well, she walked right up to me and handed me a beer, gave me a look like, lets get out of here

and that's when i realized that she was every cowboy's dream come true

she told me this right here.

"come on riley, lets get out of here. your giving me this look like you want me to want you to come on home and you're looking me up and down from across the room. now baby i'm drunk and i wanna go home with you," y/n tells him. she knows what she's doing, she may be buzzed but she's not so drunk that she's not aware of her actions. she wants this. she wants him.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

she knew as soon as she saw him in his cowboy hat that this is the man she wanted. right now and possibly forever. she didn't wanna waste anymore time when she could be with him.

so if you ever see a man in a cowboy hat

and you think to yourself

"i could use some of that"

don't waste your time

just give 'em this here line

goes a little like this

"alright baby, you don't gotta convince me," riley tells y/n. he grabs her hand and leads her to the door of the bar and out to his truck. his hand on her thigh the entire drive back to his place. if he was gonna spend the night with a girl a special as y/n it wasn't gonna be some lame night in a truck or hotel room. he was gonna give her a real bed. his bed.

he pulls up to his home, parks and basically jumps out of the truck to run to the other side and open the truck door for y/n. she deserves chivalry. and he was gonna give that and more to her. he leads her inside and upstairs, to his bed. he lays her down gently. and from then on he treats like a lady. fulfilling every wish and command she had.

y/n was hooked. she needed riley for the rest of her life. this was the piece she was missing all along. riley was her void. she was complete now. don't be a fool though. just because she found riley doesn't mean her life stopped. no- she kept her life the same. she still barrel raced with cooper. she just didn't go state to state anymore. she doesn't go farther then a state away from oklahoma now. she found her riley and she doesn't plan on losing him. and neither does he. man he got so lucky, he tells himself that constantly. to find a girl as special as y/n was once in a life time, and he stuck gold. he wasn't planning on doing anything to risk that. they found each other when they least expected it. and now that they have each other they're complete. they're riley and y/n.

excuse me

you look like you love me

you look like you want me

to want you to come on home

and baby, i don't blame you

for lookin' me up and down across this room

im drunk and im ready to leave

and you look like you love me

[feminist-cult-following]

when I got out of the psych ward and saw that taylor played dress x imgonnagetyouback and you are in love x cowboy like me in the same night I almost had to be sent back

[hearts-hunger]

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Summary: Danny shows up at your door like he always does, and you almost believe him when he says he'll stay this time.

Pairings: Sheriff!Danny x Reader, background Jake x Reader | Genres: angst, smut (minors begone!), hurt/comfort | Word Count: 5.3k | Warnings: unhealthy relationships, kind of romanticized cheating, non-graphic smut

A/N: The promised sheriff Danny fic! This is not my usual happy healthy fluff - there's a lot of angst and heartbreak and unhealthy relationships. The title is taken from the song “Bend It Until It Breaks” by John Anderson, and it's fitting for the messed up honky-tonk romance in this fic. I know it's different than what I usually do, but I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you like it! ♡

He looked the same as you remembered him. From his fitted uniform and sturdy brown cowboy boots to the gun on his hip, from the aviators hiding his eyes to the shiny badge that caught the light of the hot Texas sun, he was the picture of strength, steadiness, dependability. Just as you had the very first time he’d come to your door, you felt like you could trust him.

“I didn’t know you were back in town,” you said. You watched the way his dark curls shone in the sun; you didn’t know how he’d gotten away with such long, pretty hair when sheriffs were supposed to keep their hair short, but you were glad he had. It would be such a shame to cut that wild mane just the color of a raven’s wing.

He tucked his sunglasses up into his curls, showing the crinkle that years of easy, generous laughter had etched around his brown eyes.

“Just got in yesterday,” he said. “I wanted to see you.”

He stood with his Stetson in hand, kneading the brim of it until you thought it might start to show wear. Danny never was nervous in any part of him besides his hands, and he’d never shown it to anyone except you.

“You sure are pretty,” he said. “Even prettier than you were the last time I saw you.”

You made yourself ignore the butterflies brought up by his warm voice. You sighed and leaned against the doorframe, trying to convince both of you that you didn’t want to run straight into his arms. 

“What do you want, Danny?”

“I told you. I wanted to see you.” He took a step closer, careful of the wildflowers that had grown over the walkway to your front door. “I got called in to help with a case right over the county line, and I figured — ”

“You figured you’d come by and get your rocks off, yeah, I know.” You didn't bother to hide the bitterness in your voice.

Something like guilt tugged at his handsome features.

“It’s not like that,” he said. “It’s never like that, darlin’. Not with you and me.”

You gave a mirthless laugh. “Right. You came back because you love me, and you mean it this time.”

“I do love you,” he said.

Your heart did a somersault in your chest. “You’re a liar, Danny Wagner.”

You turned on your heel and went back inside, but you didn’t close the door behind you even though you should have slammed it in his face. Part of you, a stronger part than you wanted to admit, wanted him to follow you inside and prove you wrong.

In the kitchen, you started to fold a stack of newly washed dish towels, brushing your hair back from your face. Sunlight slanted through the window and made the suncatcher cast a broken rainbow across the kitchen; you heard his familiar tread, the sound of his boots on your hardwood floor, and tried to get your heart to stop beating fair to burst.

“I’m not doing this with you again,” you said, not allowing yourself to look back at him. You knew what you’d see, and you knew you’d be weak enough to want it: your kitchen would look smaller, cosier with him in it taking up so much room with his broad shoulders. “It ends up bad, every time.”

Your hair fell in your face again, and he came close to tuck it back behind your ear.

“Not this time, sugar,” he said gently. “I promise.”

You looked up at him, searching his face for the honesty he wore so openly and yet always ended up being a ruse to both of you. That was the thing with Danny: he meant it when he said he wanted to change. He just wasn’t made for settling down, and both of you knew it.

“I can’t, Danny,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You wished he’d kiss you and keep you from telling him no. “It hurts too bad to let you go.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you put your fingers to his lips. He kissed them and looked at you from under his dark lashes.

“And we both know that you’re not the stayin’ kind,” you said, drawing your hand back. “You never have been.”

His expression shadowed.

“I saw that fella who left just as I pulled up,” he said, and there was a jealous edge to his voice that sent a thrill through you. “Looked like a real dandy. I bet you think he’s the stayin’ kind.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. 

“I know he is.” You thought of how good Jake was, how kind and honest and predictable he was, and wanted to defend him from Danny’s disdain. “He’s a good man. He wants to marry me.”

Danny smirked. “Does he know you’re not the marryin’ kind?”

You slapped him across the face. He took it like a man and merely raised a brow when he turned his face back to you, his cheek flushed with the mark of your hand.

“Still a pistol, aren’t you?” he said, the faint color of praise in his voice enough to make you dizzy.

“You’d like it if I never married, wouldn’t you?” you asked waspishly. “You won’t marry me, but you want me to wait for you, ignore all the other lovers you take while I keep myself only for you, pine away for you my entire life while you’re free to run around on me from one side of the state to the other. That would suit you just fine, wouldn’t it?”

You turned back to the dish towels, wringing them in your hands.

“I’m a fool to have wasted so much time with you, Daniel. I’m not going to be made a fool of again. Not this time.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. The strap of your dress fell off your shoulder, and he gently pushed it back up.

“I like this dress, darlin’.” You felt his gaze on you. “Does he know this is the dress you wore the last time you made love to me?”

You turned your face from him. “He knows it’s the one I wore the last time you made me cry.”

Danny sighed and let his hand drop to his side.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and you weren’t sure what he was apologizing for. You wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know either, but it still made you want to turn to him and tell him you’d forgive him for whatever it was.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” he said. “I know I hurt you the last time around, but I...” He shook his head. “I had to see you again. I missed you.”

You bit your tongue to keep from telling him that you’d missed him too, that you’d cried for days when he left the last time, just as you did every time he left you behind. You kept from telling him that you’d somehow rather have a lifetime of crying over him than a lifetime of pretending to love anyone else.

“I’ll be in town a few more days,” he said. He gave your cheek a quick, gentle kiss. “I reckon you’ll know where to find me if you change your mind.”

You didn’t turn to him. You heard him leave, taking your heart with him; the same moment the door closed behind him, you whirled around to tell him to stay.

“Danny — ”

He was gone. The silence was deafening, and you gave a shaky sigh like the beginning of a sob.

“Oh, Danny.” You buried your face in your hands and cried.

—

Later, you found yourself putting on a different dress, red with little white flowers all across it. You sat at the vanity in your bedroom and put on the lipstick that made your mouth look dark like blackberry wine.

“Going out?”

You met Jake’s eyes in the mirror, your gaze soft as you saw the way he looked at you. He always blushed when you got dolled up, pink and sweet and nervous.

“Just going to meet up with a friend,” you said. “Maybe have a drink or two.”

“You look beautiful,” he said. He didn’t ask you where you were going, or how late you'd be out, or who you were going to meet. He trusted you, and it was like a knife between your ribs.

You managed a smile. “Thank you.”

You gave him a kiss as you stood, and you knew he wanted you to stay. You wished he’d grab your waist and tell you he wasn’t going to let you out looking so pretty, at least not without him, but of course he didn’t. He let you pull back from the kiss and offered you a sweet smile when you parted.

“Have a good time,” he said. “I have to run back to my place for a while, but I’ll come back over if you give me a call when you get home.”

“Okay,” you said softly. Your throat felt tight. “I’ll miss you, Jake.”

His laugh was soft and a little surprised.

“I’ll come over as soon as you call me,” he promised. “No need to miss me.”

You tried for another smile. “You’re right.” You kissed him again. “See you in a little while.”

You drove without even deciding on where to go, but every turn took you closer to downtown like you were pulled by an invisible string. You stopped across the street from the Lonesome Rose, the old honky-tonk that had been there for decades spilling its neon halo over the sidewalk and welcoming folks in with the warbling strains of Waylon and Willie.

You shook your head. “You’re a damn fool,” you said to yourself as you put the car in park. Your cowboy boots scuffed the worn hardwood floor as you came inside, and you sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to come by.

“What can I get you?” he asked.

“She’ll have a Jack and Coke.”

You thrilled at his voice and turned to see him right behind you, moving to bracket you in with one hand resting on the bar next to you. The corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile.

“Isn’t that right, sugar?” Danny asked.

You sighed and looked back at the bartender. “Yes, please. Jack and Coke. And he’ll have a Mitcher’s rye double on the rocks.”

The bartender gave an amused hum as he looked over the two of you. “Comin’ right up.”

Danny took the seat next to you, propping one boot on the bottom of your barstool. He’d changed out of his uniform, trading it for snug Levi's and a soft rust-colored button-down, and his hair was half-up, half-down just as you’d always liked it best.

“I told you you’d know where to find me,” he said.

You couldn’t help a rueful smile. “This is where the whiskey and pretty girls are, Danny.” The bartender brought your drinks over, and you touched your hands to the icy glass. “I don’t have to be a sheriff to figure out that this is where you’d be.”

He took a drink. “Well, you're right about the whiskey. But the only pretty girl around here I care about is you.”

Your pulse fluttered at the compliment, but you tried to keep yourself in check. Just because you’d made the mistake of coming here didn’t mean you had to make all the rest that usually followed.

You took a long sip of your drink and let the alcohol soothe your nerves. The jukebox played a familiar song, and you hummed along to the words of heartbreak and a worn-out kind of love.

“What did your dandy have to say about you goin’ out lookin’ so sweet and rosy?” Danny asked.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to talk about him.” The guilt was too much to bear on top of everything else, and if Danny wasn’t careful, he’d send you right back into Jake’s arms tonight.

Danny shrugged. “Suits me.” He leaned close and splayed a big, warm hand over your back. “But if I were him, I wouldn’t have let you go out at all.” He trailed his fingers up to the top of your zipper. “I’d have taken this little dress off of you nice and slow, told you how lovely you are, kissed every inch of you.”

A breathless little sigh escaped you when he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Danny.”

He chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. “I’m right here, darlin’. Tell me what you want.”

I want you. You couldn’t allow yourself to say it, and you shook yourself as you took another long drink.

“I want you to behave yourself,” you lied.

He gave you a crooked smile. “If you say so, sugar.”

You sat together at the bar for a long while, and you tried to convince yourself it was innocent interest in a friend that kept you at the Lonesome Rose so late into the night when you had a good man waiting up for you to call. To his credit, Danny was a perfect gentleman as you let the drinks and the music draw you into a comfortable lull where you were the only two people on earth. You asked about his work and fussed when he told you of the more dangerous parts of his job, and he assured you that he could more than handle things.

“This case you’re working on now,” you said, “it’s not too dangerous, is it?”

He lifted his shoulder in a half-shrug. “I mean, it’s not a trip to Disneyland.”

You nudged your arm against his. “You know I’d kill you if you ever died, right?”

He smiled. “Yes ma’am, I do know that.” He kissed your cheek. “Lucky I don’t plan on dyin’ anytime soon. Not before I’ve had you one last time, at least.”

You laughed, the whiskey making you pliant and carefree. 

“You sure think an awful lot of yourself, don’t you?” you asked. “I guess you’re gonna live forever, Daniel.”

He twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “I wouldn’t be so sure, darlin’.”

You looked up at him, your gaze traveling over the handsome features you’d memorized long ago and thought of during many lonely nights. “You think you’re sleeping with me tonight?”

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. He nodded towards the jukebox. “But I know for sure I’m dancing with you tonight.”

You gave a long-suffering sigh and couldn’t hide your smile as you held your hands out. “Take me to the dance floor, then.”

He grinned and took your hands, drawing you to the space reserved for lovers to wear their boots out to old country songs. He danced you around and kept you steady as you giggled and swayed on your feet, and for the space of a half-dozen love songs, you were perfectly happy. You hung on each other and showed off your tipsy dance moves and laughed until your sides hurt. It was just as you’d always imagined it, just as you always wanted; you found yourself thinking of that old daydream you’d tried to forget years ago, the one where Danny had put a ring on your finger and a baby inside you and had settled down to make you laugh and take you dancing every chance he could. You knew you shouldn’t, but you let yourself pretend it was real, if only for tonight.

“Hank Jr. sure gets you movin’, doesn’t he?” Danny teased, twirling you around like a princess.

You laughed. “You’re the only reason I haven’t gotten kicked off this dance floor,” you said, breathless and beaming up at him. “You're a wonderful dancer, Danny.”

He smiled. “Why thank you, darlin’.” He dipped you low and held you there for a moment, and you were utterly dependent on his strong, steady hands, looking up at him with the kind of desire you couldn’t hide.

“You’re beautiful,” he said when he pulled you back up. “Every time I think you can’t get any more beautiful, you prove me wrong.”

Your sigh was lovesick, resigned to the hopelessness of loving him. 

“Danny,” you said softly. You didn’t know what you were asking for — more words of love? A final blow, both barrels leveled at your heart, to send you away from him for good? You didn't know why you'd thought you could keep from loving him this time, not when you knew he'd hold your heart in his hands as long as you lived.

An old Dwight Yoakam song started to play, one Danny knew you had a weakness for, and he gave you a sweet smile. He pulled you close and swayed you gently to the music, singing along as he held you in his arms. 

“Try not to look so pretty the next time that we meet.” His voice was perfectly suited to the melody, and he stole a gentle kiss that made you blush. “Please don’t look so pretty, and I won’t act so weak.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, and his touch traced over your jaw and thumbed the sparkling pendant of your earring.

“Why’d you come?” he asked, as if he hadn’t known you would. He could read you like a book; you’d never been able to hide from him, and you basked under the attention of a man who knew everything you had to offer and wanted you still.

“I couldn’t stay away,” you all but whispered. “You know I couldn’t.”

“Even with your dandy waiting at home?” he asked.

You swallowed. Danny knew what he meant to you, knew you would give up anyone for one moment in his arms, and you felt it was cruel of him to glory in it.

He shook his head as if thinking the same thing. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here, and you look so pretty, and I can hardly breathe when I look at you.”

You put your hands to his chest, letting him support you with his hands on the small of your back. He studied your face with that look that made you feel beautiful, and you felt like you had the first time he’d held you like this. You’d been young then, naive, so in love with him you thought you might break with it. You had broken with it, as soon as he left, but he’d always put you back together when he found his way home to you.

You looked up at him with dreamy expectation, your lips parted and soft and wanting.

He smiled. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you?”

You shook your head.

“No?” he asked. He drew you closer and ducked his head until his lips barely brushed yours. “Funny. It sure looks like you do.”

You couldn’t help yourself, and you wound your arms around his neck as you kissed him. That self-satisfied smirk of his was short-lived, and he held you and kissed you like a man who knew how to handle a woman.

“Danny,” you breathed.

He cradled your face in his big hand and brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You sure needed a good kissing, sugar. Look at you all pink and sweet for me. You want some more?”

You felt a choking wave of emotion. “I want you.”

He gave you a faint smile. “I know, darlin’. You’ll have me, I promise.”

He kissed you again, and you melted against him. You forgot every reason to walk out the Lonesome Rose and drive home to a good man who was loyal to you; like a wedding vow, forsaking all else, you surrendered yourself completely to the man who would love you tonight and leave you lonely in the morning.

He danced with you for a while, all slow steps and loving looks, and you couldn’t bear to be parted from him. When he stepped outside for a smoke, you went with him, winding your arms around his waist and tucking your hands into his back pockets. You watched as he tipped his face up towards the dark sky and blew out a thin stream of silvery smoke; you admired the handsome curve of his jaw, the bold line of his nose, the dark shine of his curls in the neon lights.

“You’re beautiful, Danny.”

He looked down at you and smiled, and the laugh lines that showed by his dark eyes gave his expression such a tenderness that it took your breath away.

“Thank you, darlin’,” he said. He kissed you, and he tasted like smoke and whiskey, and you stood on tiptoes to get closer.

He chuckled. “Alright, sugar. I hear you.” He took one last drag from his cigarette and put it out, taking your hand as he led you back inside. He settled your tab and took you out to his beat-up Ford pickup truck, a relic from the old days that a mentor on the force had gifted Danny at his retirement. The worn leather was soft and cracked in places and the sheriff’s logo on the door was faded, but Danny wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

“Your place or mine?” he asked.

“Mine,” you said. He had a John Anderson tape in, and you turned it up a little before you moved close to him, leaning against his arm as he drove.

Neither of you spoke, and the comforting rumble of the engine and the quiet rush of warm night air through the windows wove themselves into a harmony with the music on the crackly stereo. You toyed with his free hand, running your fingers between his knuckles, feeling the wiry angles of hands used to hard work and tender touches.

“Maybe we should just drive,” he said, his voice quiet. “Keep goin’ until we find somewhere that suits us. Settle down, grow a garden, raise a few little ones.”

You closed your eyes and hid your face against his shoulder. You’d known it was coming, this dream of a future together, and you knew it was sincere. Something in him wanted to stay and be good to you, and knowing that part of him was more painful than if he hadn’t wanted it at all.

You looked up at him and brushed your fingers over his cheek.

“Tomorrow,” you promised. It was for both of you, a lie that wouldn’t hurt until it was proven; for now, both of you could go the whole night through believing it was the truth.

He glanced over at you, and his smile was heartsick and sorrowful. “Okay. Tomorrow.”

When you got to your house, you left the front door open behind you like you had that morning. You put a record on, and the strains of music followed you outside as you came out to the porch; you leaned on the railing and watched as Danny studied your flower garden.

“Look how big these are,” he mused, brushing his fingers over the soft petals of a blush-colored peony. “I don’t remember them being so big last time.”

“It’s been a while since you were here, Danny.” Your voice was soft, but there was an edge to it he didn’t miss, and he looked up at you with a gentle gaze.

“I know,” he said. “I was tryin’ to let you go, darlin’.”

The thought of him leaving and never coming back was like a physical pain in your chest.

“You can’t leave me like that,” you said. You came close to him as he stepped up onto the porch with you, and you put your hands to his chest.

“Promise you’ll always come back,” you said, pleading with him. “I don’t care if it’s for one night or for the rest of your life. You promise you’ll come back to me, Daniel.”

He gathered you in his arms and kissed you, soothing the fear of losing him with the tenderness and passion that sang in every movement of his body against yours.

“Hush, now,” he said gently. “I came back, didn’t I?” His smile was rueful. “The one time I ever tried to do right by you, and I ended up back at your door like I always do.”

You put your hands to his face. “I’m glad you did.”

You took his hand and led him to your bedroom, and he was gentle and slow as he helped you undress. Your room was dim and quiet, the window you’d left open sending a cool breeze to ruffle the curtains; a serenade of crickets and gentle birdsong drifted in and mixed with the sound of the record that played.

Danny held you and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You look at me like you love me,” he said softly. “You always have.”

“I’ve always loved you,” you said simply.

He gave a long, low sigh and buried his face against your neck. “I know, darlin’. I wish you didn’t, but I’m sure glad you do.”

He laid you back on the bed and hovered over you, drawing the smoldering ember into a flame with his warm, work-toughened hands. You’d been held by others before, wandering hands under faded calico sheets, but no one ever touched you like Danny did. 

He tucked you into the lee of his body, and there was nothing on earth but the warmth of his skin, the scent of his cologne, the touch of his hand as he pulled you close. You fit together like puzzle pieces, your softness and his strength, the give of your curves and his solid warmth.

“Please,” you said, tilting your head back as he kissed your jaw.

“Be patient,” he chided gently. “I’ll give you what you want, sugar.”

He trailed his kisses down your throat, over your collar, down the swell of your breast. He worshiped you with his touch, murmuring words of love against your skin.

You tangled your hands in his thick curls when he ventured lower. “Danny.”

He smiled, and you felt it against your skin. “I hear you, pretty girl.”

He took his time, running his hands over your thighs as he worked his tongue over every inch between your legs. He gave a pleased hum every time you gasped or moved beneath him; you tugged on his curls, overwhelmed with how much you needed him, saying his name over and over like a prayer.

You unraveled with a pitiful gasp, and when he came back up to kiss you, it was heat and skin and breathless want. His hands moved over you, drawing you where he wanted you, pressing you against him.

“Danny,” you said weakly. You ached with desire as you felt him between your legs, but your body remembered how much he asked of you.

“Take me,” he said, low and breathless. “You’re takin’ all of me, darlin’. I know you can.”

You gave a choked gasp and dug your fingers into his shoulder when he buried himself inside you. You did take him, just as he said, and in the heartbeat he gave you to catch your breath, you knew no one would ever satisfy you like he did.

“Good girl,” he praised. He started to move, slow and deep, and you lost yourself in the feel of him. His hands wandered, reverent and skillful, patiently soothing the ache of him until you bloomed under him like a flower towards the sun.

You shied away from him as he started to bring you to the edge. Suspended in desire, you could keep him here forever; when it was over, you could no more keep hold of him than you could keep water from trickling through your fingers.

He noticed, and he shushed you and kept you close.

“Easy,” he soothed. “Stay with me.”

“I can’t,” you said brokenly. “I don’t — Danny, please, I don’t want it to be over.”

He kissed you. “I’m here,” he promised. “I’m right here with you, darlin’.”

He took your hand and drew it up to rest over his heart; it hammered under your hand, jackrabbiting in his chest. 

“Feel what you’re doin’ to me,” he said softly. “I love you. Can you feel it?”

And oh, if there had been anything you were keeping from him, you gave it over completely. You were his, body, heart, and soul, and he took good care of such a gift for as long as he was able.

After, you didn’t realize until he brushed his fingers over your cheek that you were crying.

“Oh, sugar.” He kissed you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. His fingers had left bruises against your hips and he’d made you tender and sore, but he could never hurt you. Not that way.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and cried. He ran his hands through your hair, trailing a soft touch over your skin.

“Don’t cry, darlin’,” he said, his voice hoarse. “It breaks my heart to hear you cry like that.”

You tried to steady yourself as you kissed his face, showering him with kisses and words of affection, pressing as close to him as you could get.

“I love you, Danny,” you said brokenly.

He put his strong arms around you and held you close. “I love you too.”

—

Moonlight streamed through the curtains, casting a dim silvery glow over your room, over the pile of clothes on the floor, over bare skin half-covered by a tangle of sheets. You put on Danny’s soft shirt and found a lighter and a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans; sitting on the edge of your bed, you smoked and listened to the quiet.

“Thought you didn’t smoke.”

You took another drag. “I don’t.”

He gave a soft chuckle, and the bed creaked a little as he moved closer to you. He skated his hand under the hem of his shirt and gently ran his knuckles over your hip.

“I like you wearin’ my shirt, darlin’.”

It fell open as you turned towards him, and he propped himself up to shower your bare skin with gentle kisses. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

You hummed and brushed a hand through his curls. “Jake called.”

Danny looked up at you from under his lashes. “What did you tell him?”

You turned your face back towards the window and exhaled smoke through your nose. “What was I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know.” He sat up next to you and tugged his shirt off your shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “Tell him you don’t want to see him again.”

You breathed a rueful laugh. “Right.” You put your cigarette out in the old, half-empty bottle of water on your nightstand. “I do want to see him again, Danny. I want to marry him.”

The bridge of his nose bumped against your jaw. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to lie?”

You sighed and tilted your head back as he kissed your neck. “Why shouldn’t I marry him? He’s a good man.”

“You’d never be happy with him.”

You ran a hand over your face, feeling the ache of tears again. “I could try.”

He knew you were hurting, and he wound his arm around you and drew you close to him.

“Be happy with me,” he said.

Your throat felt tight. “I am,” you said softly.

“Tell me why you're crying, then.”

You brushed your tears away, frustrated with yourself, frustrated with him.

“I’d only be happy if you stayed,” you said.

“Okay.” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “I’ll stay, then.”

You couldn’t help a wobbly smile. You wanted him to, and when he kissed you and held you close, it was the easiest thing in the world to pretend he would.

—

He left before the sun rose, and you lay quietly in your bed for a long time when you woke and found him gone. Early morning sunshine bled over the room and seeped across the note on your nightstand.

Next time, sugar. I promise.

You ran your fingers over his messy handwriting.

“Next time,” you said softly. You almost believed it, too.

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[theragethatisdesire]

hiii! for the drabble requests, cowboy!jean + 5 please :)

hiiiiii lil miss barbie! i can absolutely make that happen for you my love <333 nsfw below the cut ;)

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You're going to kill him. You can't see the love you hold for him, the attraction, anything through the haze of this pure, homicidal rage. You're going to kill Jean.

It really wasn't his fault; while you can attest to the godlike skills of his mouth, his fingers, his cock, Jean's no deity, and he can't exactly control the weather. But you had tried to warn him that today wasn't the day for a trail ride, the angry, dark clouds in the sky were evidence enough.

When you had balked at his idea, Jean had resorted to his tried and true trick of making you cum on his face, warming you up to the idea, and then he had fucked you into the mattress, whispering dirty nothings in your ear about how badly he wanted to take you out in the fields, in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the trees and your bare skin around.

That's how you've ended up here, pressed up against a tree in your bra with the zipper to your jean shorts undone, and soaking wet after the sky decided to open up on both of you unexpectedly.

"I told you!" You shout over the downpour, scowling at Jean as your mascara runs.

"Told me what?" Jean teases, making a move to lean in and capture your lips, but you pull back, frowning deeper.

"I told you it was going to rain and now look at us," you gesture to your now see-through bralette and your stiff, wet shorts, "we're soaked."

"Aw, sugar," Jean coos, thumbing at your lip and smiling in that slow, dangerous way that makes you lose it, makes you unable to resist, "don't be so mean, come on. It's just a little rain. Let me kiss you, make it better."

His smooth talking cuts right through your irritation, slices it in half. But you want to make your point known, so you cross your arms over your chest and pout up at him.

"Jean, right now, I don't know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a cliff."

Jean grins, all cocky and boyish. "Can I pick for you?"

"You're so annoying," you push at him lightly, feeling the willpower drain from your body as he boxes you in against the tree.

"Can't help it," he noses at your jaw, peppers little kisses around your neck, "look so pretty like this, all wet and pouty. Y'know I love it when you get bratty."

"I'm not bratty!"

"Yeah you are," Jean says with a note of finality, pressing his lips full flush against yours. His hands come to cradle your hips, roll them into his own, and the movement pulls a little whimper from you. "I love it."

"Jean," you whine, opening your mouth to let him lick into it.

"There she is," Jean says, something proud flickering in his tone, "there's my girl."

You whimper again against his mouth, sliding your shorts down your legs. Jean makes impressively quick work of your bralette, tearing the sticky, wet fabric above your head.

"What do you need? Hm?" Jean takes your chin in his hand, tilts you up towards him.

"You," you simper, fumbling at his belt buckle.

"I'm right here baby," Jean smirks, cruel and taunting, "gotta give me more than that. Want to hear you say it."

"I need you to fuck me," you cave instantly, you always do with him. Jean smiles, pleased.

"That's a good girl, using your words," Jean turns you around, pinning you to the tree with your ass shoved out towards him, "love hearing you admit it, how filthy you are. Begging me to fuck you right here in the open."

And as Jean splits you open, has you a gasping, moaning mess within a matter of minutes, you find yourself grateful for the storm drowning out your worshipping cries.

[all-too-unwell-13]

how i feel after "you are in love x cowboy like me" and "imgonnagetyouback x dress"

[myatlantispoets]

Just realized I'm actually seeing Taylor in a month and I'm extremely hyped but also extremely scared just thinking abt my future suprise songs (and also mourning the mashups that I would've loved to see at my show lol)

[candythemew]

Work in progrreeeessss I am so stupid I love them ur honor

[pinofdnp]

cowboy like me x you are in love - taylor swift

[celestelunisea16]

Greetings, my Cowboy King Shippers! So since today is a special day to me, I'm going to give you all some more CowboyKingShipping!

To be more specific, I'm giving you all...

☆☆Birthday Headcanons!☆☆

So let's start this out shall we?

So starting this out, let's see...

So if it was one of their birthdays, I'm seeing it mostly be held in the Hazbin Hotel or the palace in Hell or the Saloon in the Wild East.

If it's Starlo's birthday, expect Lucifer to actually make his party the most realistic Western kind of situation that you'll ever see in your LIFE.

Any situation Starlo asks for/thinks looks like a good Western situation happens and IT'S AWESOME!!! (At least in Starlo's opinion)

Fun fact, Lucifer even transformed into a horse for a day so that Starlo would have a steed for the amount of time the play situation. (He reverts back after because he's also the Deputy for the day)

Whenever they take a cake break, the cake would be Western and Celestial/Star themed and huge as heck or small but decorated. (Depending on if they're spending it with a group or by themselves.

I feel like Lucifer would get him a really special or rare item from Hell or from the overworld and Starlo would keep it on a special shelf in his room.

If it's Lucifer's birthday, I can see Starlo trying his best to make Lucifer's birthday one of the best days of his life.

Remember those ducks from the Wedding? They're back, only this time, they had chicks. Starlo made the whole party duck themed and the ducks laid eggs, so if it's a large party everyone got to hold chicks, while Lucifer also got to hold ducks. :)

The party is an elegant duck party though. At least, as much as Starlo can get elegance to be with a duck themed party.

The cake is a duck. Not a living duck, but a cake duck. It was also realistic looking too. (Lucifer had a slight heart attack after the first one, but when he learned it was just cake he said 'phew.')

I'd like to say, Starlo did square dance with Lucifer. He also learned how to Waltz from Lucifer as well and y'all it was pretty sweet.

Starlo bought him a really pretty red bowtie with a Ruby in the center of the bow from the Mines as a present. Most of the presents are either pretty or silly, depending on how Lucifer feels that year.

At the end of the day after either of their birthdays when they're alone at home, they just cuddle together. Maybe even sometimes going just a little more passionate after their exciting day. (If ya know what I mean~) That's right, HAND HOLDING!

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(It'd be funny if Starlo was a Gemini. Then that'd be good for the North Star persona he has.)

(Anyways, today I am now 19. :D)

(... f u n :'D)

(The second of the sixth, I am now... OLDERRRRRR!!!)

(So take this lil' goofy hc for their birthdays I came up with. Stay safe Cowboys and Kingers~!)

(DARN IT I REALIZED I COULD HAVE DRAWN SOMETHIN' FOR THIS, DARN IT-! Eh, I'll draw it later-)

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Elvis f/os part 2

Rick Richards (paradise Hawaiian style)

(Spinout also came out in ‘66 too so I’m improvising.)

Aricka x Rick, love me, love me true

Scott Hayward (clambake)

Aricka x Scott, I want you, I need you

Greg nolan (live a little, love a little)

Aricka x Greg, six feet tall and super strong

Jess Wade (Charro)

Aricka x Jess, cowboy take me away

Dr John carpenter (change of habit)

Aricka x John, I’m liking what I see

Deke Rivers, loving you

Aricka x Deke, I'll always be loving you

Toby Kwimper, Follow that dream

Aricka x Toby, let me kiss an angel tonight

[todayisafridaynight]

*kicks a ball through your window and runs away giggling*

HELLO?

[choface]

i fear daylight savings time end combined with The Prophecy x This Love surprise song has sent me into ye olde seasonal depresh.

[my-wildflwr]

my most favorite comment people try to make about taylor’s music is that it all sounds the same. any mildly successful artist must have at least some variety in their music if they want to stay successful. taylor is known for moving from genre to genre. it’s ok if you dont like her music but saying all her songs are bubblegum pop is so funny