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tommydarlings · 1 year

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Save a horse, ride a cowboy | a.b

pairing: dom!cowboy!austin x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, mirror sex

w/c: 1.1k

summary: 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy' is a saying that’s been in your mind for quite a long time already and you were always able to resist your wild fantasy… until now.

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As soon as you saw your boyfriend, Austin, wearing his light brown cowboy hat that he was allowed to keep after a photo shot, you knew that it was over for you.

You talked about the term 'roleplaying' with your friends before, but never with Austin. It’s not that you are ashamed of admitting that you want to try it with him, but you just didn’t know how to bring this kind of conversation up…

Hey baby, could you please pretend to be a cowboy from Texas and fuck me?

Hey sweetheart, why don’t you let me ride you in that nice little cowboy hat that you got?

To be honest — the saying 'save a horse, ride a cowboy, doesn’t exist for no reason… right?

You dreamed of it, fantasised of it, even thought about while he was fucking you — but you just never knew how to approach him and tell him your biggest wish.

Until today.

“I really like this place.” You told your boyfriend of about only 5 months while you let your eyes explore the fancy place that Austin picked out for tonight’s date night.

An old, rather small, restaurant that carries the perfect Texas/Cowboy vibe.

The perfect occasion for Austin to wear his shirt covered in blue and white flowers, paired with a normal black jeans and dark brown cowboy boots.

You were literally about to scream.

“Yeah, me too, I love this cowboy vibe, they really designed all of that, perfectly.” Austin explained with a tiny grin on his oh so soft lips.

You smiled at your boyfriend who’s sitting right at the opposite site of the small wooden table, gently putting your menu card back down after you decided to go for the classic, chicken wings with the good old barbecue sauce.

“Chicken wings with barbecue sauce?” The handsome man in the cowboy outfit, which is by the way making you feel feral, asked you.

You nodded, “yep.”

“Me too.” The waiter quickly then came and wrote your orders down before he left your table again.

“Have I already told you that you look drop dead gorgeous, my love?” He asked you, leaning his chin on your palm as he admired you with those ocean blue eyes.

You giggled, “Yes, like a thousand times already, sweetheart.” You replied.

For today’s date night, you picked a cute summer dress paired with a brown leather jacket and brown cowboy boots, basically matching with your handsome boyfriend who’s eyes just can’t seem to leave your figure.

“Good, because you really do look stunning, my pretty girl.” Austin whispered, hand reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear as you smiled and bit your lip.

His smile slightly dropped, “Don’t do that.”

You furrowed your brows at his sudden change, “Don’t do what?” You curiously asked him.

“Don’t bite your lip, not here.” He muttered before you saw in the corner of your eye that the waiter already made his way over to your table.

“Sorry.” You mumbled with a smile before he nodded winked at you, making you blush before you two started to enjoy your chicken wings.

- - -

“Are you sure that you're okay? You looked a bit tensed up tonight, suga.” Your sweet (and unimaginable hot, handsome and sexy) boyfriend asked you as soon as he started the engine of his black Cadillac and drove you two home.

You gulped, squeezing your thighs together before you briefly glanced over into the direction of your boyfriend.

“Yeah, no, I-I mean, yes, I am o-okay.” You said as you slowly brushed your hands over your dress right above your panties, desperately trying to hide the fact that your are unbelievably horny right now.

Austin smirked and bit his lip as he noticed how your hands clutched onto your pretty dress that he bought you a few days ago.

After he caught your starring up at his brown cowboy hat, he started to speed through the noisy streets of California like a mad man, hands having the thin wheel in a tight grip as you gulped and furrowed your brows.

You waited in your seat as soon as you arrived at home, knowing that Austin gets a bit mad every time when you open the car door by yourself since he always says that a real gentleman always opens the car door for his beautiful women.

“Here you go, sweetness.” He mumbled after opening your door and offering you his hand to take it and intertwining your fingers with his.

You smiled up at your man, “thank you, baby.”

“No problem, my love.” He said before he fished his key out of the pocket of his black jeans and swiftly opened the big door, letting you enter first.

While Austin helped you out of your jacket, you though about only one thing.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

And which moment would be better than this one now? Exactly, none. You’ll never know when he’s gonna wear this outfit ever again.

Austin came up behind you and pulled your back further onto his chest as his long arms slung themselves around your waist, thumb slowly caressing your skin.

“Austin?” You shyly spoke up, eyes now looking at him through the mirror.

“Yes, pretty girl.”

“Do you know the saying, 'save a horse, ride a cowboy'?”

Austin’s thumb suddenly stopped caressing your skin, arms now falling off of your waist before his big palms grabbed your hips, squeezing them while he gazed at you through the big mirror.

He gulped as you saw how his eyes got darker, “Of course I do, baby.” He answered. You nodded as you heard his raspy voice answering your question, not daring to say anything else as you started to blush.

Suddenly, Austin walked backwards, pulling your standing figure with him until the two of you landed onto the small red couch that’s placed right in front of the mirror.

Oh, that’s why he placed the mirror right in front of the couch.

His hands were still gently placed on your hips before you felt his mouth hovering above your ear, nose running along your red cheek.

“You wanna ride me while I’m dressed as a cowboy?” He asked you softly, hand now slowly making its way down to his belt, slowly opening it.

You couldn’t form a sentence right now, so you nodded.

“I wanna hear words out of that pretty and useful mouth, suga, words.” He replied to your nod, making you gasp as soon as he slid his jeans and boxers down and revealed his big erection.

Your hands had a rather tight grip onto your boyfriends jeans, “Yes, I w-wanna ride you.” You quietly told him.

“Go on, sweetheart.” Hips giving you a tiny thrust, making you aware of his erection as his hands slowly lifted your dress.

“dressed as a cowboy.” You finished the sentence in a soft and quiet tone. Austin proudly nodded,

“Then let’s save a horse and ride a cowboy, huh?” He mumbled into your ear before he gave the side of your neck a tiny peck and removed your already wet panties.

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foreverdolly · 26 days

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Dolly Darling you can’t tease us with cowboy austin like that..save me pls I need him

Put those hips to better use…sir

i’m running around the street on all fours. i’m climbing up into a tree and flinging my shoes and socks at passerby. the fire department are being called, but i’m fist fighting them.

i’m going to tear my way out of my skin suit and run around as a skeleton.

i’m feral. absolutely, positively feral.

but yes… i think cowboy!austin would heal me. after i finish up “i just ride” i will definitely be posting this.

#happy wife happy life #cowboy!austin #it’s what we all deserve #oh my god look at his slutty waist

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shimmeringlights44 · 2 years

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Strawberry Wine

cowboy!austin au reader insert

part one

tw: none?? but there are sexual themes

minors dni

word count: 1.8k

It was finally the end of my first year in college. I truly could not be more over it then I was right now I mean you couldn't pay me to stay another day here. I had my car all packed up and ready to go. This long drive home would give me plenty of time to reminisce on my great freshman year.

My dorm was literally inhabitable, not to mention the devil of a roommate I had. I don't know of any other person whose head was so far up their ass for no reason. And I hope I never do again. Class wasn't too bad except for me being enrolled in multiple courses I didn't need but couldn't drop because it was too late.

I thank my advisor for that one.

Lastly, I'll admit I was looking for love in all the wrong places. Like that one Johnny Lee song. I didn't like to think about the way my life was going so I used people to try and distract myself. Clearly did not work out for me. I just really needed time to myself to be quiet and still. I knew where I could find that.

Home. I can say I was truly blessed to grow up where I did. Our ranch is on a couple acres of land with huge willow and oak trees covered in moss. On the other side of the property we had a cute little cottage built for when the family came to visit. Down behind the house is our garden with the old shed daddy built across from it. We had a big pond put in and that was probably my favorite thing about the place. It has a little dock and I used to sit there for hours watching the water.

This drive couldn't go any faster.

But before I knew it I was finally pulling up to that familiar driveway, a little dark as the sun was going down but I could honestly navigate it blind. I heard momma yelling for me as I pulled up to the house. Flying out of the car, I ran to her, pulling her into the tightest hug.

“I missed you so much momma” “Me too bun, me too” she said into my shoulder. We grabbed all my stuff and went inside the house. It was just as I remembered.

That evening we had dinner and watched a movie together like old times. I truly missed her. After all the fun I decided to go to bed after my long day on the road. Laying down I decided that this summer was gonna be nothing like the past year. The theme is ‘Me, Myself, and I’. It’s what I need to get back to who I really am. Studying in the city for college was such a culture shock for me, it was interesting but I missed my trees and big wide open sky. My solidarity. I needed this.

I woke up around 8am that next day unfortunately. After peeling myself out of bed I lazily pulled an outfit of shorts and a top together and decided to go look at the shed. I went to the garage half asleep still, grabbing a hammer to go ‘work’ on the shed. Not sure about the thought process there. Walking back through the kitchen I stopped to greet my mom and down a banana quickly.

“Oh I forgot to say I hired a ranch hand for some help around here” she tells me. Confused, I ask “Do we really need one momma? I mean I was kinda looking forward to the work..”. “Well I figured you just wanted to be able to relax but you're more than welcome to help him if you want to.” She said that oddly. “Mmmm, I don't think I want to hang out with some random old guy. Thanks though.” I say under my breath as I leave the room.

Finding my way outside I saw the beat down building for the first time in a while.

“Well… this looks like shit.” I muttered to myself. I mean, I knew it needed work but it was practically falling apart with pieces of the wood disentegrati-

“Sorry I-” A deep voice startled me out of my thoughts.

“JESUS” I flew around throwing the hammer. I had to croon my neck up to meet the gaze of the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Before me stood a tall, muscular, looker of a man. His blonde locks stuck in place but curled so beautifully upon his head. Trailing down his face my eyes latched on his lips, so plump and soft looking. It was as if time stopped.

Was I dreaming? The way my heart was pounding was telling me otherwise.

I was broken from my trance when the beautiful man spoke again in a certain country drawl.

“I- I’m sorry little girl I didn't mean to frighten ya.” Little girl? “I wasn't sure where I was going.” he chuckled. Words couldn't form from my brain to my mouth. I just stared at him.

Luckily at that point my mother came to my rescue as always. “Austin? Hey honey you are at the right place!” He whipped his head around at the sound of his name, going to greet my mother. I took this opportunity to bolt inside the house.

There's no way he's the ranch hand momma was talking about. He's too pretty.

After a bit she came back inside and explained to me that the beautiful man was in fact the ranch hand she hired.

“That boy is a sweetie! He's the one who rebuilt the fence around the garden last fall. I figured he would be handy to have around this summer!” she said. “Why did you say it like that?” “Say it like what?” she said with a giggle.

She's playing me.

“Okay momma but don't expect me to be his friend. He comes to work and goes home every day.”

Silence.

“Momma, he comes to work and goes home, right?” “Technically yes.” “You gave him the cottage didn't you?” “I did.” she sheepishly responded.

So, now I have an insanely attractive neighbor that I didn't ask for. Am I mad about it? Not at all. I'm just going to ignore him as best as I can. I cannot get caught up again. This summer is supposed to be about my self growth. Point blank period.

After giving myself a pep talk about the expectations I had for the summer I decided to do some work to take my mind off of it. Luckily mom gave me the sole task of tending the garden so I was going to put my heart and soul into it.

Going back outside later in the day I decided to start with the tomatoes, there were plenty to pick. Squatting down I started picking tomatoes and pulling the weeds from the ground. It was pretty quiet for a few minutes when all of a sudden I heard the sound of wood clacking on the ground. It made me snap my head up. Looking through the plants I saw movement by the shed. I moved some of the branches around to get a better view and boy did I.

Peering through the bushes I saw this so-called Austin ripping the old wooden boards from the shed, glistening with sweat, and his muscles tensing. Lord have mercy. Due to the heat at this point he was only wearing the jeans and work boots I met him in, no shirt. I've only heard of men looking like this, never seen one in the flesh.

He stopped pulling boards to take a swig of water from his reserve. He was drinking like he was in a drought. I watched it fall out of the sides of his mouth and dribble down his chest almost in slow motion. After quenching his thirst he poured some of the ice cold water on his forehead, leaning back and wiping his hair with it. Almost as if he knew I was watching, putting on a show for me.

My breath caught in my throat at the thought.

He pulled a rag out of his back pocket and dabbed the wetness from his face. There was a feeling growing in the pit of my stomach, it was a feeling I was missing, craving, but I knew I couldn't allow myself a taste of this forbidden fruit. Even just watching him was so intense I couldn't imagine touchi-... I had to stop myself. He went back to work and the loud noise pulled me out of my thoughts. Slowly looking down I've completely demolished the tomato sitting in my hand. Whoa. I ran inside to wash the juice from my hands and the sins from my mind.

The rest of the day I spent locked in my room hoping for the thoughts to go away but the more I tried the more they stayed. His washboard abs etched in my mind. That evening after dinner I decided to go sit at my favorite spot on the dock by the pond. Watching the water move from the wind would maybe calm me. It was always peaceful and made me feel at home. Maybe I can find some solace here.

Hopefully.

Sitting outside I heard a door close behind me expecting momma to be coming over. But once again that deep southern voice startled me.

“Sorry, I didn't get to properly introduce myself, I’m Austin,” he says reaching out his hand. I looked at them, big and calloused. I wonder what they feel like. I grabbed it expecting a shake when he easily pulled me to my feet. Not expecting that, I unintentionally fell into him with my hand landing on his chest.

“I- uh..I- my name is y/n.” I said breathlessly. He smiled down at me.

“Y/n, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, it's a pleasure to meet ya.” I could just about melt in his arms. He was freshly showered in a half opened button up with his chest peeking out and a new pair of jeans. My hand slightly felt over his open shirt.

I need to stop.

The smell of his musk was almost over bearing being this close to him. It was heavenly.

“Y/n?”

I didn't even realize he was talking to me, I was too busy trying to look deeper into his shirt.

”Huh?”

“I said it was nice to meet you, but I've got to go.”

“Oh, sorry,” I muttered, pulling away. “It was nice to meet you too.”

He bit his lip at me and looked me up and down for a split second before turning around and walking off. Boy did that ass look great in those jeans. He hopped into an old yellow ford and started off down the driveway.

Once again I was left breathless by the ranch hand.

Please let me know what you think about it!! i already have part two in the works lmk if u wanna see more :)) also thank u to @wtfsteveharrington and @sassy-ahsoka-tano for beta reading and helping me edit !!!

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin buter x reader #cowboy!austin #elvis 2022 #i’m so nervous posting this i am no writer by any means but i hope y’all enjoy it !!!#strawberry wine

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butlersbabe · 2 years

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Good Man’s Land-Cowboy!Austin Butler x Reader

a/n: This is my new 5-part series. An enemies to lovers type thing. I hope you all like it.

w/c: 3k

warnings: none…i think.

Part I.

When you were young, nothing mattered at Mama and Papa’s. An open field with a beautiful, mint green, two-story house plum in the middle of it. With bright purple window sills and a red door with a wreath reading “Y/L/N” in pretty, swirly letters, decorated with marigolds, baby’s breath, and a few other flowers you couldn’t quite name. A big brown dog, Chuck, would chase you around until he caught you, tackling you and giving too many kisses. Life wasn’t so hard there.

Many years later, your dad said it was time to grow up. To be a woman. Someone who supported herself and didn’t rely on someone else to put food on a table. You didn’t rely on your dad to put food on a table, did you? You had a part time job, you never were completely reliant on her father. He didn’t quite see it that way. He believed you were ready to leave and make something of herself. Thing is, you weren’t ready.

“Dad, I can’t just leave and live on the street!” You shouted from across the island that separates you and your dad. “Y/N!” He shouts, cutting you off, “You’re 24. You graduated college, you’re a woman. You need to make something of your life.” Although your dad was completely right, you couldn’t help but reject the option of leaving home. “Please don’t be this way, dad. I’m not-“ He slammed his fist on the counter top, turning around to you slowly. “I cannot financially support you anymore, Y/N. I just can’t. After getting laid off a-and you don’t have a stable job. We’re only able to keep this apartment because of the life insurance.”

You knew your dad hated to mention that. You mom’s life insurance. She passed not even a year ago. She was in a car accident. And thanks to a highly intoxicated individual, she became just another statistic. Your dad had asked her to get groceries that night. And she never came home with the gallon of milk, a pound of ground beef, ketchup and grapes. He beat himself up about it everyday until not too long ago. You constantly reminded him of that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Except that 40 year old on his ninth Bud Light.

“We’re running out of money, Poppy.” Your dad grimaced, saying your nickname that only your family called you. Your grandma had said you played in the poppies in front of the house when you would come over. They were your favorite.

“We can’t afford anything anymore, I can’t afford anything.” He shakes his head. You nod, and without dinner, you make your way to your bedroom. Flopping on your bed, your face finally cracks. You let your tears fall and the day-old mascara ran down your face. What was she to do? She wasn’t getting kicked out, but not without good reason. You had nowhere to go and had to be out within two days. Sitting up and spare yourself the pity, you text your best friend, then a friend from college, they couldn’t take you in. Finally you land on your last option, calling Mama and Papa’s. You hadn’t been up there since god knows when. It was out of state, in the western part of Texas. Fifteen minutes just outside of Marfa. Being from Denver, you didn’t jive much with the flatland but Mama and Papa needed it for the ranch. And you used to love being out there.

Mama and Papa were old southern folk. The enjoyed their, for lack of a better term, boring landscape. It wasn’t as boring when your were 8. Thing was, you were older and they expect you to help out. Which you were willing to do as long as you got paid.

“Thirty bucks a day?!” You shout.

“It’s a good amount, Poppy. Our ranchhand only-”

“But I’m your granddaughter. You should want to help me.”

“You’re being selfish, Poppy.” Mama pauses, “Papa and I do want to help you. But you don’t get everything in this world for free.” She says in her soft voice as always.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. Just understand that we want you to know the importance of hard work.”

“Okay.”

“Be ready by tomorrow and we’ll fly you out.” She says, a sigh behind the statement. “Okay.”

You let your dad know about the plan and he helped you start packing a bunch of clothes. Against your will, he made you pack what seemed like a million pairs of jeans. A few pairs of shorts, a ton of t-shirts, and a pair boots that once belonged to your mom. That plus the clothes and sneakers you wore.

That next evening, you left on a plane to Austin, Texas, where your Mama and Papa met you. The greeted you with open arms and a bouquet of flowers. They took you home, a six hour and then some drive. Arriving at the ranch, it was dark. You step out of the car and grab two of the suitcases you brought, your Papa taking the other two.

Walking up the driveway, although it was nighttime, you noticed the house had turned nearly white. The red door had faded and peeled, the sign still hanging with the fake flowers surrounding it. Walking up the rickety steps, your mama opens the door for you and papa. The house smelled of pork chops, corn and mashed potatoes with homemade gravy. And she was right, all laid out on a made table was the food and some sweet tea.

“Austin must’ve fixed supper.” Mama told Papa. He nodded his head and agreed. “Looks like he did.” Papa replied sarcastically. “Thank you for the clarification, sweetheart. Papa, why don’t you take her stuff up to her room?” Your grandmother asks her husband. He nods and heads upstairs with the bags he had, he’ll be back for the rest. You didn’t know who “Austin” was but you were almost completely sure it was the ranchhand who was some middle aged man with a bald spot who chronically sweats all the time. But he slept in your dad’s childhood bedroom. You would sleep in the guest room, just down the hall from your dad’s old room, luckily there was a window and a furnace.

“So, Y/N,” Mama said, digging into her meal. Before taking a bite she continues, “Work starts at 8am, tomorrow. I’ll be out around 10. Papa and Austin will be up and out in the field before the sun is even up. You’ll find them and they’ll help you out with what morning chores there are. You should be done just in the afternoon. Maybe 5?” Your eyes widen at the initial schedule. It wasn’t really ideal that you’d be given a strict itinerary for the next…however long you were going to be there.

“Oh okay.” You furrow your eyebrows and scrape more mashed potatoes off your plate into your mouth. “Austin is our helper. He lives in your daddy’s old room. He’s a few years older than you. Such a nice young gentleman. A hard worker too.”

“Okay, so he’s a guy who just works here and lives here too?” Great.

“Yes!” Too chipper, Mama. “You’ll meet him in the morning and get done with morning chores, feeding the chickens, hogs and cattle. You’ll wash and feed the horses, we have only four now, Aretha passed a few years back,”

“No! Not Aretha!” You chimed in with a frown.

“She felt no pain, I promise. But we bought Diana, Elvis, and last year we got Jagger from a breeder. They're gentle. Papa and Austin will help you saddle up on Jag. You’ll be riding him most of the time.” She says finishing her plate, “You’ll get on a combine and a couple tractors before this visit is over but I won’t put you on one tomorrow.”

You felt so in over your head. You’ve never done anything like this. You truly didn’t know what to think when Mama told you about your new routine.

“Saturdays are only half days, get up at 6, be done by 3, I’ll give you Sundays off for church and such.”

You didn’t go to church. You weren’t really even religious after these past some odd years but you were going to take advantage of those days off.

“We have farmer’s market days up in town square on every other Tuesday morning. On those days, you’ll come with me and Papa and Austin will stay here to tend to the farm.” Okay, Tuesday is pretty soon. “But since you’re still learning, I’ll leave you here for the first one.” Shit.

“We also need to get you a new wardrobe. I should have some old button ups in the attic. Papa will get you those before heading off to bed. You’re a farmhand now, you oughta look like one.” She scoffs. She’s never really liked your ripped jeans or your big shirts. Your messy hair or your outrageous use of jewelry. “The only piece of jewelry that’s should be on your body-“

“On your body is a wedding ring, yes, okay, Mama. I get that but I will never get that. I like the multiple rings. Helps me forget that I may never have a husband. Which I’m completely fine with!” You interrupt her, getting up and placing your plate and silverware in the sink, rinsing them off and placing them on a towel next to the sink.

“Whatever, Poppy.” She shrugs off. “I’m going to bed. Be ready for tomorrow.”

You hear the roosters hollering through the open window and the sound of hooves trotting the open land. You wake up to check your phone. 7:41am. Stretching, you let out an ungodly sound and rolled off the bed towards your suitcase. Within 15 minutes you had thrown your hair into a low ponytail, put on holeless jeans, a bra, wifebeater, and a button up. Finishing with your mom’s worn out boots. You felt so out of place. You winced at the thought of leaving your phone alone for a whole day.

Walking outside, Mama’s already shooing the chickens into the coop while a dog you’ve never seen chases them around. Chuck rested on the porch, beating the hot morning glow. You spot Papa and the back of a blond head who has to be Austin talk while the horses graze on what little grass there was next to the pigpens. “Good morning, sunshine!” Papa raised a hand, calling you over. “Let’s get you on a horse!” He happily says, Austin turning his horse around to see you. Austin. You make your way over in a hurry, not wanting to make them wait any longer than they already had. Walking up to your Papa, he introduces you to the live-in.

“Y/N, this is Austin. Austin, this is my granddaughter, Y/N. This pretty girl here is Diana and that handsome boy is Elvis. Her grandma calls her Poppy but don’t worry about any ridiculous nicknames yet. Let’s get you on a horse.” You look at the boy and he tips his hat at you then offers a hand to shake. “Howdy.”

You walk next to them while they walk you to the stables. A black horse stands behind a gate, already having the reins and saddle on. “Just go in there, introduce yourself and walk him out.” So, you walk in cautiously and begin to pet his nose and neck. You walk him out, the other horses moving out of the way. “Don’t you worry your pretty little heart about experience, he’s very well trained for a youngin’. Listens well, doesn’t freak out very often. I think you’re in for a treat with this one here.” He reaches over and pets the steed. “Just grab the horn, place the other on the pommel, take your foot, put it in the stirrup and swing the other over.” He said all these words like you knew what he was saying but somehow, after nearly 20 minutes, you get up and situate yourself.

“Now, give him a little kick with your heels, and I mean a good kick but you don’t want to startle him so bad he takes off.” You swallow at the directions, you could kick him so soft he never gets going or you kick him too hard to the point he takes off and kills you. But you do it, and he starts to walk. “Now let your hips follow his movements. Steering is just like a car,” which you never learned how to drive, “And to make him stop, you just pull back, using your upper body weight. And to make him trot, you kick again, and just bounce with him a bit more.” Your Papa says, him and Austin’s horses taking off into a light jog, you following after a few seconds. “You’re a natural!” Austin hollers back to you. Now you were no equestrian but you definitely caught on a lot faster than you’d thought you would.

Papa stops his horse and turns her to you and Austin’s. “Austin, my boy, will you take Y/N around? Let her get a feel for riding. Bring her back in about 30 minutes?”

“Yes, sir.” He obliged, “C’mon, cowgirl!” He began trotting again, but a bit faster. You sped Jagger up but not to Elvis’s speed. “Austin! Wait up!” You laugh, shouting for a bit of sympathy but he continues to get faster with each step. “Austin!” You kick your horse to make him go just a bit faster. “Please!” This wasn’t fun anymore. You kept getting quicker and quicker until you felt unable to control Jagger. “Austin!” Jagger was running for the hills, he passed Elvis in no time. You cock your head back, giving the blond a terrified look. Before you know it, Austin and Elvis are right next to you, Austin reaching over to grab the reins just in time to slow you down before the river bank. “Woah, babe.” He says to the horse, calming him down.

You give Austin a dirty look, “Why did you do that? I

couldn’t even stop him.” He laughs like the situation is some big joke, “A little fun never killed, nobody.” His slight southern drawl follows the chuckling. “Besides, if you held this right, you could’ve stopped him.” Austin reaches over to your set of reins and you pull away, moving the horse. “Stop, I know how to hold them,” You sternly say even though you most definitely had no clue what the exact way was. “I’m just trying to help.” You two bicker back and forth until the horses bump into each other, making Jagger stand on his hind legs, you hit the ground, with a harsh thud, feeling a bruise on your arm already.

It goes silent.

“Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-”

“Whatever.” You huff, getting up off the ground, fully in pain. You take the horse by the reins and begin walking him back to the house about 1200 yards out. “You go back, I’ll walk Jagger back.” You limped away. Austin turned Elvis back towards you and the way home. “Come on, Y/N. I said I was sorry.” He pleaded with you. “Go home, Austin. Tell Mama and Papa I just wanted to see how I’d do alone.” You said through grit teeth. He scoffs and rides back home, leaving you to stumble through the thick growth of the land.

It takes you much longer to get home than a measly 30 minutes. Mama runs up to you and holds your jaw that was already growing a light yellowish-purple on the right side. “Oh Poppy, what happened?” You shake her hands off of you due to the slight pain it gave you. “I asked Austin if I could ride alone and I guess I can’t. Jagger threw me off-”

“Baby! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. He’s never done that with me. I’ll make sure Austin goes with you every time you’re out until he’s broken to you.” She sighs heavily, petting your hair. Not the plan but you’d get out of it somehow. You don’t want that asshole around you any more than he has to. “Well.” You heard Papa’s voice. “Get back up there, we have work to do.”

Papa helped you back up onto Jagger and off you went back into the field, wrangling up the cattle into the pens so you could feed them. Some time later it was lunchtime. Mama had made sandwiches to your liking. Papa had a bologna sandwich, Austin’s was a BLT, and you had a grilled hot ham and cheese.

“So, Y/N,” Papa started, “How’s the first day?”

“It’s good. Other than being thrown off a horse. It’s good.”

Austin laughed and your head snapped towards him. “What’s so funny?” You ask, the pressure of anger rising in the back of your throat. “Nothing, dear.” He laughs again, you didn’t like that. “Don’t call me that.” You sneered.

The workday ended at five. Papa called it an easy day. Didn’t feel easy. Things felt like they were going to be tough now. Your dad kicked you out, you have to work on a farm for god knows how long, you’re going to deal with a blond, pretty boy know-it-all. You feel so stuck and out of place. This couldn’t be how life was going. Shouldn’t be.

Your heart was heavy while you sat in the bathtub. It felt as if the weight was dragging you deeper and deeper into the water that had turned lukewarm. You breathe out of your nose, the bubbles rising until your body emerges from the water.

“You alright in there?” Austin’s muffled voice asks next to a knock in the door. “Yeah, I’m just fine.” And you sunk back into the water hoping God or something would change your situation. Hoping you’d wake up in a new place.

-part two 🤠

#austin butler #elvis 2022 #austin butler x reader #austin butler fic #austin butler fanfiction #butlersbabefics #cowboy!austin

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westerntides · 11 months

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need austin butler to play more cowboys

#austin butler #texwatson #cowboy #cowgirl #cowgirl aesthetic #farmers daughter #cowboy!au #cowboy!austin #country #farmer au #lana del rey

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americaisdead · 7 months

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austin, texas. september 2023

#tag christof #america is dead #on the road #cowboy #stetson #texas #austin #leica m

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carnevol · 1 month

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#eye candy #thats all #cowboy state ;)#austin butler #callum turner #gale cleven #john egan #masters of the air #burner

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roughridingrednecks · 15 days

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Brett Austin

#brett austin #bear #hairy #very hairy #chest hair #cowboy #redneck #tats #cap #smoker #beard #cigar #shades #belt buckle #looking down

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lonereaper · 9 months

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low-effort for today because artfight tired me out

#yeehawgust 2023 #dead or alive comic #doa #my ocs #danny #austin danny daniels #emilia cain #and the rest of them #cowboy art #cowboys #artists on tumblr

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sitizelter · 7 months

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YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY: SAVE A HORSE...

#COWBOY LOGAN CONTENT INCOMING‼️#once the photoshoot comes out i will not stop talking abt it for the next month #CANT WAIT TO EAT IT ALL UP #YUMYUMYUM #😋#logan sargeant #ls2 #f1 #f1 art #f1blr #formula 1 #fzanchikk's art #williams racing #williams f1 #austin grand prix #COTA

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Hi! for the character art asks thing: Austin with g4 in fistfight with god?

the uhhh the scrunk? the skronkle? the baby boy baby!!!

#texas with no brim ⁉️#ignore that this is technically a sketch i alr posted #lune talks #wttt #wttsh #ben brainard #welcome to the statehouse #welcome to the table #when ppl ask me things #lune posts art #lune's art requests #wttt austin #i hate drawing cowboy hats but anything for Him (the shrinkydink)

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I would eat 1,000 peanut butter and banana sandwiches for Cowboy!Austin content with just... the voice. The boots. The tight jeans. Lord have mercy

this is the anon message that started it all, people.

the cowboy! austin fic will be posted very shortly. it’s long as hell, but i’m still putting the finishing touches on it.

the person that sent me this gets it. the female gaze in its entirety.

his deep voice? with the southern accent? because he’s working on the farm day and night, his dirty blonde hair lightens due to the sun bleaching it ever so slightly? his calloused hands? him looking like even more of a giant in his boots? his warm, sun kissed skin? the fact that he can out drink anyone and babysits you when the two of you go to a bar? the sheer, domineering energy he gives off? the fact that he most definitely waits for you to tuck him in at night? the man is probably an animal whisperer and has such a deep connection/love for nature? i can’t breathe.

excuse me while i actually cream my pants.

#foreverdolly #sweet nonnie #cowboy!austin #austin butler fic #austin butler #austin butler x reader

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shimmeringlights44 · 2 years

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Strawberry Wine

part two

warnings: sexual content, fem receiving oral, mentions of alcohol

minors DNI

word count: 3k (she's hefty omg)

AN: hiiiii!!! here's part two of my beloved cowboy!Austin series!! I hope you enjoy and I will link part one here if you want to go read that one!

The summer days were passing by. Later in the month Momma started inviting him to dinner with us. Getting to see him in a more natural and recurring setting helped me feel a little more comfortable around him. He seemed reserved but interested in talking to me.

I usually tried to avoid any one on one moments with him as I'm still trying this ‘me myself and I’ thing. It never failed though he would always find a way by me, finding a reason to come in the garage when i'm there or pulling weeds by the pond when i'm out sunbathing. I can't lie and say I didn't like the attention but he made it so hard to truly avoid him.

This particular morning his truck was gone so I figured I could go get some alone time in the garden.

I padded to the garden and gandered at my towering sunflowers when I felt a somewhat familiar presence behind me. I turned around to find Austin looking around at all my flowers when he asked-

“How big are they supposed to get?” I think he just wanted a reason to talk to me.

“Uhhh well they're already about 6 or 7 feet so I think they're pretty much done. I'm just waiting for the heads to finish opening.” “Should be any day now huh?” “Yea…”

With a chuckle he asked “Well I-.. I was wondering if you'd like to help me paint your shed over there. I managed all the dirty work but it sure could use a pretty girl's touch on the paint.”

I couldn't tell if he was being sweet or trying to genuinely flirt with me. Playing along I decided to say

“So, you think I'm pretty?”

He smiles and says “I do, so will you help me or not?”

So was I supposed to just gloss over the fact that he called me pretty? Okay.

“Oh, yea sure!” I started marching over to the shed ahead of Austin to try and hide the giddy smile forming on my face.

I came upon the shed, it looking almost brand new at this point.

“You really out did yourself Austin! It hasn't looked this nice since daddy first built it.” I said while reminiscing on the memories of helping him put it together.

He rubbed the back of his neck and said “Well, I'm glad I could do it justice for y'all. Now, your momma told me you specifically wanted ‘Ruby Red’ paint-”

“And that's exactly what you got!!” I exclaimed while opening the cans.

I picked up one of the cans and grabbed a brush while saying “Well let's get going!”

I decided to start on the front of the shed while Austin took the right side. I was focusing pretty intently on the brush strokes when once again I felt those blue eyes bore into me from around the corner of the building.

It was endearing but still a little off putting.

Not peeling my eyes from my work, I asked “Can I help you?” All I heard after that were some weird coughs that made me chuckle.

After a bit of silent work I decided to go to the same side as Austin.

Why not?

As I walked over he gave me a little smile and I shot one back. We worked for a little while before his voice broke the silence.

“Do you like to go dancing?” After thinking for a second I responded.

“Uh I wouldn't say I'm too good at it but I enjoy it when I get to do it.” With a gulp he asked “Well uh…Would you like to go dancing.. With me?”

“Uh-” I dropped the brush in my hand from the surprise his question caused me. I Quickly bent down to pick it up and wavered

“Uh yea I, I would like that.” My cheeks burned with nervousness.

He grinned at me, his pearly whites flashing before he said “Okay, I'll pick you up at 8 tonight.”

“Okay”

We worked in silence again for another 20 minutes before I decided to end the day. I left him to clean everything up after I ran inside to make sense of what just happened.

Is this a date? Maybe? It's only a date if I make it one.

I kinda want to make it one.

That evening I showered and barely managed to eat dinner on account of my nerves. I told momma Austin had invited me to go dancing with him and she didn't seem too surprised. She just told me to be safe and to have a good time.

I was gonna try to.

I decided on a black dress that made me feel empowered and a pair of black cowboy boots that had been dying to be worn. I did my favorite style of hair and make up and surprisingly felt good.

Still very nervous, but good.

Checking the clock on the wall it was just about to hit 8pm. I figured he would be right on time only coming from a couple hundred yards away.

I walked outside to find him pulling up in that old yellow ford of his. He got out of the truck and looked me up and down.

“You look mighty fine this evening.” He said with a smirk.

This man I swear.

I walked around to the side of the truck for him to open the door for me and said “Well you look mighty fine yourself.”

He really did though. He closed my door and I took the opportunity to check him out as he walked to the driver side of the truck.

He had on a long sleeve jean shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit and his chest peeking out. I could see a bit of his chest hair now. Paired with light wash jeans and some alligator skin boots. And topped off with the nicest cream Stedson hat I'd ever seen.

He had to know what he was doing.

After he hopped in his truck the smell of his cologne hit me. I squeezed my legs together in reflex, and hoped he didn't notice. He turned the radio on softly and started driving us down the road. It was quiet but it was nice, it didn't feel awkward.

After a little time we pulled up to the honky tonk and I started getting excited to see where the night would take us. It was loud and rowdy but it seemed like the perfect place to really break the ice with him.

Following Austin inside he led me to the bartop and pulled out a chair for me to hop into.

Such a gentleman.

He walked around to sit by me and asked me what I'd like to drink.

“Uh I guess a dirty shirley!” I half yelled back to him trying to converse over the music. “Alright” He flagged down the bartender and got our order in.

I started looking around the bar taking in my surroundings. The dance floor was full of people dancing and swaying to the music. I smiled to myself at the thought of everyone having a good time. I felt something cold and wet hit my hand which prompted me to whip my head back around. I looked over to Austin with a smile and thanked him for the drink.

We sat together just drinking for a little while. He had a glass of whiskey, neat. I wondered what that said about him.

We chatted about the bar and the people here and laughed at the expense of some of them. At this point in the night I started to feel a little more loose and warm from the liquor. It was around the beginning of our third drink when things got exciting.

Josh Turner’s ‘Why Don't We Just Dance’ started playing throughout the dance hall. I couldn't help but tap my foot along as this was one of my favorite songs. I felt Austin's eyes on me again, burning, with a want I could really feel. He placed his hand over mine on the bar and grabbed it. I finally caved and looked up at him, his eyes looking quite lustful with a blush creeping onto his cheeks and ears from the alcohol.

Now, im not sure if it was the liquor giving us both courage, or the amount of sexual tension between us that prompted us to finally act on our needs.

He pulled me from the barstool with a haste I've never known onto the wooden dance floor. He laid his hand on my waist and I let out a gasp when he pulled me closer. So close in fact that I was straddling his thigh. Really straddling his thigh.

He held me so tight while he started whirling us around the dance floor. Leading me in every way. I've never felt so enamored before, so in a trance with the way this man was moving my body. He had to have felt me on his thigh, moving it ever so slightly as we two stepped. It felt so good.

I was having so much fun giggling and laughing under the boom of the music, having the time of my life. I looked up to see Austin smiling at me when suddenly the song came to an end entirely too soon. As tradition calls for, he spun me around slowly then dipped me.

“I've never danced with anybody that way before. it -.. It was amazing!” I said basically out of breath.

We were on the floor standing still but oh-so-close to each other. I could practically feel his breath on my face.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I'm glad I had the might to pull you out here.” he said with a lick of confidence.

All of a sudden, Tennessee Whiskey starts playing.

As the song started, the lights went down and the DJ said “We're gonna slow it down for you lovers out there tonight.”

I looked up at Austin expectantly. Wondering what his next move would be.

His eyes trailed down to mine and with a small smile he grabbed my hand and placed it on his heart. He wrapped his arm around my waist once again. This time softer… as if I was delicate.

He started moving us in a slower movement, prompting me to lay my head on his broad, strong chest. In this moment I felt so safe, so cared for, by the ranch hand.

I'm pretty sure I was drunk to be having these thoughts. I had to be.

Drunk on Austin.

As I was caught up in the smell of his chest I could quietly hear him start to sing along to the song.

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey

You're as sweet as strawberry wine

You're as warm as a glass of brandy

And honey i stay stoned on your love all the time

His deep husky voice sent goosebumps down my spine as we swayed to the song.

The night started to come to a close shortly after that last dance. He led me out of the bar to his truck once again.

This time, on the ride home I sat close to him, thankful for no console in his old truck. He threw his arm around me as I leaned into him. The whole ride home his thumb rubbed my shoulder.

The drive was entirely too short for my liking. He had pulled us up to the main house and I sat up to look over at him.

I bit my lip and said “I had the best time with you tonight Austin. I didn't know I could have so much fun.”

“I did too y/n… I-... I was wonderin if I could ask ya something?

“Yea what is it?”

“I was wonderin if it'd be okay if I got to know ya better. Tonight I got a taste of you, and I'd like more of that.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, nervous.

He wants more of a taste… of me? His words sent that oh-so-familiar feeling down into the pit of my belly.

Not being able to help myself, I leaned into him and whispered “I think I would like a taste as well.”

My words caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

I watched him lick his lips, my mouth watering at the thought of connecting with them. Then I looked up to see his eyes already on mine. With haste he closed the distance between us, grabbing my face and latching his lips to mine.

He tasted so sweet with a hint of jack daniels.

His hands slowly trailed down my body feeling all that he could when he swiftly pulled me on top of him, sitting me in his lap. I took the opportunity to knock his hat off and tangle my hands in his hair and pull. I heard a soft moan emit from his throat. He squeezed my ass in approval, making me sigh in pleasure.

I could feel his bulge growing, his jeans getting tighter by the second. He released another moan after I grinded down onto him

“God you taste so good y/n.” He said between kisses. His hand reached up to my jaw, slightly pulling my head back, exposing my neck.

He moaned into it saying “I'd love to taste you elsewhere…”

Holy shit.

“We can't here, but I know where to go.”

I peeled myself off of him and jumped out his truck before grabbing his hand and leading him back behind the house. I stopped at the shed to grab one of the thick blankets we kept in there for the winter before continuing further away from the house.

I settled on the other side of the pond thinking it was far enough away from the house where we wouldn't be interrupted. He helped me spread the blanket out before laying down and pulling me to the ground on top of him in the process.

I straddled his lap on top of him, kissing him passionately before he pulled me away.

“Are you sure this is okay baby? I don't wanna be making you uncomfortable now.” he asked with sincerity in his voice.

“Absolutely, I think I've been wanting this for a long time.”

He smirked at me before pulling me in for another kiss. I started dragging my hands down his body, trying to feel every inch of him. I lifted his shirt up to touch the taught skin underneath. As I felt around, my hands wandered down to the buckle of his jeans when he suddenly flipped us over.

“Uh uh baby, tonight is about you.” he cooed into my chest leaving kisses all around.

He breathed down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps. When he got to the hem of my dress his eyes flicked up to mine, pleading to continue. Granting his wish I smiled and started pulling my dress up.

I could hear a deep hum of pleasure come from him as he undressed me, noticing I decided to skip a bra tonight.

“God y/n… you’re gorgeous. Have been since I first laid eyes on you.” he said against the skin of my belly. His hands caressed the outline of my shape, landing on my thighs.

“I've never been a man of many words so Ihope I can show you just how I feel tonight” he practically whispered onto my heat.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the thought.

“Please Austin, I want you” I moaned at this point.

At the sound of my words he moaned into my underwear, it getting wetter and hotter underneath. He planted a kiss on my pussy before coming up to latch onto one of my breasts, his fingers twisting the nipple of the other one.

He’s barely touching me and I feel like cumming, he’s too powerful.

He decided to leave a few marks before trailing his mouth south. He looped his fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly pulled them down my legs and threw them to the side.

I looked down at him. He was almost drooling onto my core. He looked hungry. His now dark eyes flicked up to me one last time before I tangled my hands in his hair and pushed his mouth onto my pussy.

The feeling of his lips on mine was euphoric.

Laying on his stomach he looped his arms around my thighs keeping me in an iron tight grip. He lapped at my juices and welcomed the sweet taste they brought.

I knew I wasn't going to last long.

“Au- Austin .. slow- slow down!” I pleaded with him, but that just caused him to continue, adding a finger inside me.

The feeling of his long finger pumping in and out of me sent me over the edge. Everything became hot and my orgasm washed over me in waves. Hearing me moan through my climax, he continued to pump and lick me bringing me to tears.

I pulled his hand from me, wincing from the empty feeling it left. He sucked on his finger, drawing every last drop of me he could.

As I twitched, recovering, he crawled up my body to kiss me again, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.

“ Austin-“

“I know baby, I know.”

After laying with me and kissing me, he helped me get dressed and walked me back to the house.

“I wanted to thank you for everything tonight. I've been a little apprehensive around you, but I'm so glad you asked me out. I'm ready for more of you.” I said, gazing up to his beautiful blue eyes.

“I'm glad I did too. I've never met anyone like you.” he said back to me looking almost puzzled.

“Well, I hope not.” I coyly said with a smile.

Since deciding to leave the night on a sweet note, I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before turning inside to revel in the night I'd just had.

#austin butler imagine #austin butler #austin butler fic #cowboy!austin #austin buter x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #IM SO EXCITED FOR YALL TO READ THIS OMG #its heating up omgomgomg #strawberry wine

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butlersbabe · 2 years

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Good Man’s Land– Cowboy!A.B. x reader

a/n: lemme just say, y’all are the real mvps for being so patient with me on this chapter. writers block and just being very unmotivated has really put a damper on my craft. i really appreciate all of you who have stuck with me. i love you all <3

warnings: drama drama drama. a couple time jumps. i took forever on this so if there’s something wrong, PLEASE lmk. swear words, mentions of sex, so maybe minors dni just in case. light angst. a pinch of fluff. this chapter is a fucking mess, i’m so sorry. it’ll get good, i promise.

w/c: like 3.3k? idk

be ready for lots of fluff AND angst next chapter 👹

part two 🐮

Part III.

You knew Austin was really close to Olivia. That didn’t bother you. But she really liked him. And you could tell she liked him. And that’s…That’s okay. Austin wasn’t yours. You guys just had sex once. That doesn’t mean he’s yours. Austin wasn’t yours. Hell, you didn’t even like the guy a week ago, why do you feel a burning pit of jealousy deep in your stomach?

“Olivia!” Mama got up and went to hug her, “It’s so nice to see you again, gorgeous.” Olivia was gorgeous. Perfect teeth, perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect. She was perfect. Papa even said hello before the two sat down on the couch practically on top of each other. You sat on the other end, shoving your face in your phone hoping everything would stay out of sight, out of mind. “How have you been?” Papa asks, opening the newspaper while Mama heads to the kitchen to finish supper. “I’ve been well, Mr. Y/L/N.”

“Just call me Papa, Mr. Y/L/N was my father’s name,” He chuckled.

Fuck, not her too.

“Okay, Papa.” Olivia smiles and settles into Austin’s arm that continues to stay glued to her hip. “I’m moving back to Marfa! On Oak Street! The cutest little townhouse you’ve ever seen. My parents decided Dallas was more their style. I tend to gravitate towards small town living.”

“That’s lovely, Olivia!” Mama hollers from the kitchen. “Yes! And I already have a job at the bank!” She exclaimed. “Amazing! That’s amazing, honey.”

You can’t recount how long it took Mama to finish supper. You could’ve sworn it wasn’t ever going to end. Luckily it did after an actual 15 minutes. The meal was finished in that time too. With it still being only around 8:30 pm, Austin suggested watching a movie. Mama and Papa figured it would be fine, but the two would end up leaving after 30 minutes. The movie wasn't all that great, anyways. That’s why you left an hour after the movie had started. You also couldn't stand watching the two cuddle and laugh at the film. It disgusted you for some reason. They looked so meant to be, it made your stomach turn.

“I’m going to bed.” You say, getting up, taking your phone and placing it on the side table so you could gather your blanket up. Chuck, a cow dog that thought he was a lap dog, hops from his place on your legs and follows you. Austin throws his free hand up and groans at you. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’. This is the best part.” You ignore him and keep on your way to your room, dragging your blanket with you. “Goodnight, Y/N!” Olivia hollers, Austin says the same right after.

In your room, you and Chuck enjoy the silence of the room but you're still confused as to why you felt such disgust while in the room with the two of them alone. It was obviously jealousy but you couldn't exactly figure out what else was tugging your nerves. You strip down to your bra and underwear from the hoodie you wore to hide anything and see the marks Austin left along your collarbones and breasts. Unhooking the bra, you took it to your hamper and threw it in then grabbed a shirt that had belonged to Austin. Your grandma didn’t like getting rid of clothes so you had accepted any shirts he’d wanted to get rid of. Cleaning the shirt didn't really get rid of his smell though. Shuffling over to your bed, you noticed your phone was missing. You asked Chuck if he knew where it was. He whines at you. You already knew you had left it downstairs with the happy couple. Your eyes couldn't roll far enough. Slipping your house shoes on, you make your way out of the door and to the creaky-floored hallway. You could hear your Papa’s snoring over the movie playing down in the living room. Luckily the floor stopped creaking at the stairs, it was starting to get annoying and you didn't want to wake your Mama up, she’s a light sleeper.

You turn the corner to the living room and see Olivia and Austin nearly eating each other’s faces off. You hit the corner, only paying attention to the pair making out on the couch. You startled them and they quickly disconnected. Before you could listen to what Austin was about to say, you quickly turned and made your way up the stairs, forgetting the phone. The burning was unbearable. It sat in the back of your throat, begging to be let out. Unintentionally, you slam the door. You stand before the mirror again and pull the collar of the shirt down to peek at the hickies again. Finally, you broke. You felt used. You didn't want to believe you’d given something to a man who already had access to it. He only came to apologize for getting into your pants. Sadness turned to anger. Heartbreak. Whatever it was. You felt played for a fool. Thankfully, Chuck was there to ease the pain.

The next morning, you’re up before Austin and Mama. You get up and pull out a button up and jeans and get dressed. You let your hair do its own thing, placing a cowboy hat over the messy strands. Walking out of your room and down the stairs, you met Papa in the kitchen. “Good morning, Papa.” you alarm him. He turns with a confused smile on his face, “Mornin’, Pops,” He answers. “Whatcha up so early for?” He was bewildered, completely stunned that you could even wake up this early. “I’m just ready to get started with the day. And I was out a bit late yesterday morning.” You say, grabbing a rice cake and the peanut butter jar. “What's on the agenda today, Papa?” You spread the chunky peanut butter across the cake piece. “Well, we're gonna go get the cows fed, count the chickens, then we gotta go to town and get some groceries. Austin can get the hogs fed and washed while we do that.”

You nod and head outside with him, wiping your hands on your denim clad legs. Jagger, Elvis and Diana are all making a fuss in the stables, ready for their day. You and Papa take your horses, leaving Elvis for Austin as per usual, and make your way to get the cows fed. Feed bags rested on the back sides of the horses. The four of you go out to where the cattle are and start to sprinkle some cake pellets to lead them to the hay bales. “C’mon, ladies!” Papa hollers at the cows. He points out Lady Marmalade, a pregnant milk cow who’s spots and blobs make it look like she’s wearing some hairy lingerie. He tells you about how she’s gonna pop any day now and you two had to figure out how to get her into the pen for observation. You warned that that specific job may be for him and Austin. He agreed.

Once that was done, Austin met you and Papa in the chicken coop area. You collected eggs while Papa milked a few cows just feet away from the coop . The hens were a bit feisty today, but you told yourself you weren’t going to fight anyone or anything today. “G’mornin’, sunshine.” He said towards you, his bright white teeth presented in a smile. “Go away.” You hiss, finishing the egg collecting. “What?” He laughs, acting stupid about the whole him-and-olivia-making-out-on-the-couch-last-night thing. “Don’t you have a face to be sucking off, right now?” You ask, passing him but not without a possibly intentional shoulder check. “No, I don’t. The only one I want to be doing that with is you.” He follows you to the house and inside the kitchen. “Really? Because you made it seem like Olivia’s face was so delicious last night.” He rolls his eyes and throws his arm midway up. “I don’t like her, Y/N. I rather hang around you and your laugh and your smile. I like hearing you making fun of my accent or the way I walk.” He said, “I really enjoy your company, and we just got caught up in the moment. Nothing happened. I promise you, Poppy.”

“Don’t ever call me that.” You didn’t know why but your anger had reached a peak. He was telling you how much he adored your presence but you saw him enjoying someone else’s last night. He didn’t think you were stupid, right? “You can call my grandparents Mama and Papa all you want but that does not give you the right to call me Poppy. They’ve earned getting to call me a nickname. All you do is play with my emotions. And I-I just can’t take it anymore.” You stammer with fat tears gathering in your eyes. Why were you about to cry? After placing the eggs in the crate on the counter, you walk past him once again. On your way to busy yourself with more chores.

Sitting in the passenger's seat, you listen to the radio as you and Papa drive down the dirt road. It was some old love song with a happy ending. You hated it. “Papa,” you sit back in your seat from your prior position, perched on the open-windowed door. “How did you know you liked Mama?” You ask, letting out a huff. He chuckles and looks at you with a smile that could be described as “I already know what this is about”. He placed a hand on your knee and squeezed it. “I knew I liked Mama when I started hating seeing her talk to other boys our age. I hated seeing her smile at any other boy that wasn’t me. I hated knowing that I wasn’t the only guy who’s jokes she’d laughed at.” He replaces the hand back on the wheel with the other.

“You like Austin, don’t you?”

Your brows furrowed and you shot him a dirty look. “Absolutely not. He’s an asshole-”

“Language.”

“I’m sorry. He’s an a-hole. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him.” You cross your arms and rest them on your chest. It was true, you really didn’t like him, that’s what you kept telling yourself at least. “I like boys who don’t bully me and mess with my feelings.”

“So you do like him. And that’s okay. Mama and I knew there was a chance that you two would get a little cozy with one another. But we didn’t expect it so suddenly.” He spoke in a way that sounded so wise but he was only stating facts. “I believe that you and him should probably revert back to just coworkers, friends, you know? Just so you don’t get hurt.” He pets your hair and looks at you for a split second. All he wanted was the best for you. And maybe Austin wasn’t that. “Mama wants you guys to do what feels right.” And for some reason, Austin had felt right.

“But I do like him, Papa.” You peep, turning your head to look out the window. “I don’t want to be just coworkers. I want him to like me back but he just likes that Olivia girl.” You hiss. He laughs at you and shakes his head before explaining that “He and Olivia had been messing around for years now. If they haven't gotten together by now, they probably never will.”

“What if he doesn’t want to be with me?”

“So what if he doesn’t? He’s a dirty, ole cattleman who will be here until he decides it’s time to leave. And he’s been working for us for nearly 8 years. Go find you a man who is a bit more in your comfort zone. Someone who thrives in the city and wants a big house in the suburbs. Don’t settle for our ranch hand because he has blond hair and blue eyes.”

Papa knew what you wanted, you’d talked about it since when you were young. But maybe that’s changed all because of Austin. Maybe you’d be okay with living in the country and being a farm lady. Have four kids and two dogs. A few barn cats and assorted animals. You kinda hoped that things would lead to you really wanting that with him. But Papa was right. Why were you really considering even being with Austin? You questioned just about everything that had to do with his name.

“You’re right.”

Back at the house after all the groceries were bought, Mama had you put up all of them while the men were off doing god knows what. You left out hamburger meat to thaw and let hamburger buns. The other dog, who’s name you’d learned was Hank, sat next to you and begged for you to drop literally any. He wasn’t supposed to eat any human food otherwise he’d want more. So you drop the slightest piece of raw meat on the ground. “Don’t tell Mama.” You whisper to him.

“Poppyseed, you better not be giving that damn dog any food.”

“I’m not!” Well, not anymore.

A week flies by.

You and Austin had spoken to each other only during work hours. Stayed up thinking about how things would’ve worked out if you had just stayed home. If dad had made enough money. If mom hadn’t passed. If you just hadn’t met Austin. Anything but the situation you were in right now. You worked your ass off. Just trying to distract yourself from the cowboy. You saw Olivia twice. Once at church and then the grocery store. Austin usually went to see her at the bank or her home.

The day continues on. You held onto what grandpa said about not settling. And he was right. You shouldn’t have to let all your plans go to waste because you liked a hillbilly from Marfa, Texas. You didn’t want to live on a farm for the rest of your life, you wanted to be anywhere but. However, you’d gladly do that for him…Funny what simple infatuation does. You stayed away from Austin as much as you could. You didn’t want to get caught up in another talk again. It broke your heart how much he seemed he cared but maybe he didn’t care at all.

Usually, Papa and Mama were in bed at 8:30 pm. But oddly, they were still up at 10. You could tell they were discussing something, it seemed really serious. They weren’t yelling but they definitely were talking with a purpose. It didn’t frighten you but curiosity definitely was present. But you digress. You keep on your way to the kitchen past their room. You meet Austin there, quickly turn around to go back to your room. You’d get water later or something.

“Hey. Don’t leave, please.” He asks. He sighs and you walk back into the kitchen. “I really apologize, Y/N. I didn’t realize how much seeing me with Olivia would hurt you. I didn’t even think you cared about me like that.” Austin says, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t.” You lied, taking a glass from the cupboard. “Yeah, I was upset but that doesn’t mean I like you.” You filled the glass with ice and water before sitting it down on the counter. “If you don’t like me, why wouldn’t you just brush it off?”

“I don’t like you, Austin.”

“You’re lying. And I hope you are because after that night, I realized how much I might actually like you too.” He says, words started to get caught up in his throat. “Even before then, I felt a way towards you. I knew I couldn’t help it and it just came out wrong. I hate that I treated you so badly in the beginning because when it started to matter, you didn’t want to talk to me. That’s why I came and apologized. And now you don’t talk to me unless we’re out on those damn horses.”

“And then you fucked me and made out with Olivia the next day.”

“I was confused, Y/N! I didn’t want to like you, I was hoping something would spark between her and I. It’s fucked, I know-”

“Yeah, it is fucked. I really thought you could’ve been one of those guys who stuck with one girl but you don’t. And that’s fine but I will not be one of your pawns.”

“Y/N, you’re not. I like you.”

You had to leave. Your glass of water stayed in the kitchen, but you had to go away as soon as you could. Damn, you sure cried a lot here. But it made sense. Everything that’s been going on, it’s been a lot on you. Now this? Austin’s just going to admit his stupid feelings? You didn’t understand. You felt him following you as you quickly walked to your room. He said your name in hope you’d turn and stop but you didn’t. You kept on until you reached your room, slamming the door. He comes bursting in just seconds after, closing the door as softly as he could being so riled up.

“Get out!” You say through your grit teeth. He obviously wasn’t going to do that so you shove him, barely moving an inch. “Go away! I don’t want to look at you!” Your eyes are clouded with tears and you go to shove him but he catches your wrists and pulls you into his embrace. His hold on you was solid but caring and when you tried to pull away, you wouldn’t budge. “Y/N, stop, please.”

“No! You stop!” Your voice is soft but so full of emotion. Anger, sadness, regret. You didn’t exactly know what was going on with your feelings. “Y/N, stop. Please. Let me talk.” You become less frantic give about 30 seconds and you look at Austin, trying to keep your cool. He lets go of you and walks over to your bed. You follow and sit next to him. His fingers run through his hair before starting to talk. You could tell he was nervous.

“Look, Y/N…” He starts, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “I really do like you. And I was hoping that maybe you’d be so kind as to let me have a chance. Or at least a do-over.” Austin’s eyes finally find yours, they’re soft and vulnerable, something you’ve never seen before. “I just really have started to care for you and I’ve realized that I wouldn’t mind hearing your laugh everyday or just being around you.”

“Austin, you don’t mean that.”

“I really do.” His hand finds a spot on your thigh, his eyes still connected with yours. “So, if you’d be so nice enough as to let me have a chance, I’d like to take you to dinner.”

“Dinner? Where?”

“Planet Marfa. It’s a little bar and restaurant. It’s cute and I want to take you there. We’ll eat and dance, I promise it will be worth it. So, can I take you?”

As much as this man has hurt you in the past, you still wanted to go. You liked him and that wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You really wanted to give him a chance and he seemed serious about it. “Sure.” You say with subtle uncertainty. But you were so excited to say the least. This is what you wanted and you finally had it.

“Great.” Austin leans in to give you a small kiss. “Amazing, actually. You’ve made me a happy man. We’ll go Friday night?” He says getting up and walking backwards to the door. “Friday night, got it.” You smiled. And he walked out, but then opened the door again to say good night. As he closes the door again, you have a giddy grin that couldn’t go away. You were going on a date…with Austin.

You throw the covers over your body and pick up your phone to text your dad.

hey, dad! i just wanted you to know i’m going on a date this friday :)

He answered almost immediately which didn’t surprise you a bit. His job didn’t allow him much sleep.

That’s great, baby! What’s their name?

his name is austin! he works at the ranch with mama, papa, and i.

You’re falling in love with a cowboy? Why am I not surprised?

lol. i’m excited. but i just wanted to let you know! goodnight <3

goodnight, baby. i’m happy for you.

You turn your phone off and sit it back on the nightstand. You fell asleep happy, such an opposite feeling that what you were just feeling. Something you hadn’t done in a while. This was going to be good, you were going to make sure of it. You couldn’t let this cowboy break you heart again.

part four 🔥

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