#this won't be the worst so saddle up cowboys

[colorlessjay]

First: I love your content

Second: I was remembering one of the previous posts and your thoughts about Cas with jealous.

Then I asked myself: What kind of jealous partner do you think, Dean would be?

Ps: Your drawings are an inspiration for me, they are so expressive

Thank you! I was gonna doodle something for this, but I'm a lil burnt out rn

I know the typical jealous Dean HC is the angry possessive kind. Like the 'sexy' kind of jealous

I think Dean would be the petty kind of jealous partner

Like, imagine this:

Cas is sitting at a bar waiting for Dean, when some dude saddles up next to him, clearly intended to flirt and is all "Hey handsome~ come here often?" and buys Cas a drink

And it cuts to Cas with Dean suddenly next to him. Like way too close. Think the booth scene with Ishim where Dean is practically on Cas' lap, one arm around his waist, big ol condescending grin on

And he just eyes this stranger. Gives the fakest laugh imaginable "Haha nah, this guy? MY dorky little guy? He's new to this bar. Took him here for a little DATE. Oh hey, thanks for the drink, man" and proceeds to chug whatever drink the dude bought Cas. Laying it on thick, but he isn't aggressive. Still charming, still smiling, but Cas can practically smell the sarcasm, the pettiness of it all

And Cas is so tired. Like I know the common HC is that Cas thinks jealous Dean is sexy, but I think it would be funnier if he thinks Dean's jealousy is a massive turn off. His soul turns into an ugly color, and Dean starts saying nice things but in a mean way. And worst of all, Cas hates how it makes Dean stupid and untrusting of everything.

And that's just the first part

The second part is the aftermath, where Dean starts giving Cas the silent treatment as if it were Cas's fault for getting flirted with. Takes such offence if Cas even tries to defend someone, the person who flirted with him

Cas meanwhile is so fucking exasperated. He loves Dean so so much and knows that a lot of this stems from insecurity, and the idea that Cas could 'do better', or that someone could take his Angel away from him. And it's all bullshit Cas has to deal with

Cas basically gives the same treatment Dean gives him when Cas gets sad jealous

Just spends hours praising and assuring Dean that he loves him, he is the only one, and that yes he is much more handsome and beautiful and no one else can compare, and that Cas won't leave him for a sexy cowboy

But he does it in the most sarcastic, argumentative way possible, lovingly calling Dean an idiot in between

[lostinlovingrevery]

So your old retired cowboy would ride you out into the woods, away from town and away from where God can see what he's doing to you. He never told you how old he was, you didn't ask. He was old enough to know better, is what he told you often enough.

When he knocks on your door, he removes his hat, brushes down his greying hair and kindly asks to take you walking, like a gentleman would.

He is anything but a gentleman and yet he won't give you the things you've heard old filthy men want from young women like you.

He says "I've had my fill of that kinda thing" and "you're worth so much more to me, pretty girl" when you ask him to make love to you. But you can't help wanting it.

What he does give you, is his lap, as he sits on the loamy ground at the base of a bur oak. His jeans rub rough on the inside of your thighs the way he has your legs spread. Your bare skin itches against the seams of his pants with how he's hitched up your skirt around your hips.

You're facing away, towards where his mare is hitched, out into the open forest. It's private and somehow too open at the same time. Logan has incredible hearing for a man his age, you've learned, so you're not worried about being discovered.

He won't make a woman of you. He's told you time and again that he won't marry you. "Can't put you through all that for someone like me." He said. But here, in the woods, he pushes his ring finger inside you, curling it with the littlest pressure, so gentle you lose your breath and whimper.

He waits it out, just touching you gently and denying his own satisfaction until he can no longer stand it. He's soon got both his hands between your legs, his nose up behind your ear and he's nuzzling his beard against your neck and chuffing and calling you on. His scent surrounds you, his arms cage you against his hot, hard body.

He can be so gentle with you but you're no fool. You know about his past. He was an outlaw. A criminal. A bad person. A murderer.

On your ride out this time, he went all rigid against your back in the saddle as a stranger came along. "Keep your fucking eyes to yourself, bub, else you wanna lose em'." He had growled, wrapping an arm around your waist and the man on the horse that rode by spent exactly no more time looking at you.

"Sound just like an angel, darling." Logan now groaned as you approached your finish. He pressed the hard shape in his pants against your ass and growled as he slipped a second finger inside you, twisting as the fingers of his other hand rubbed relentlessly at where you ached the worst. "I will tear to pieces any man who even thinks about looking at you, sweetheart."

That makes you cum, spoken into your ear so quietly, like he didn't even mean for you to hear it. It's spoken as a promise. It's the worst thing you can think of and the idea that the man you're helplessly in love with would go to such lengths to keep you is mortifying in its ability to get you off.

He knows you like it. But Logan doesn't even carry a gun, so he can't be as dangerous as he once was. You'd know in your heart if he was really capable of horrible acts.

You're a good person. That's what Logan tells you after he's licked your taste from his fingers. He rides you back home without accepting your offer to reciprocate the pleasure he'd shown you this time. He removes his hat as he helps you off the horse, walks you to your door.

He bids you a good evening. Tells you he'll see you again real soon and to not stay up too late reading those soppy romance books you love so much.

He mounts his mare, smiles warmly and nods his farewell.

In the book you read that night, about the outlaws and the sheriff, you realise for the first time that no one in the story is married. None of them have children. No one gets a happy ending. No one grows old and no one who is truly loved, in the west, can survive.

🐎💕

GOD DAMN

This is SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AND ALSO BREAKING MY HEART 😭😭😭😭

COWBOY LOGAN I LOOOOVE YOOOOU 🥺🥺🥺

That ending though??? the way my ass would be SO STUBBORN ill be like alright then im gonna WRITE a happy ending.

The way hes so protective and possessive of her???? Mmph. This is delicious. This is a warm bowl of soup on a snowy day, and logan is that buttered bread I dip into it. I love it. I love you. Bless you and your house my darling 🩷🩷

That man is going to give me his wrinkly dick and balls RIGHT NOW.

[well-look-at-this]

stock.

fl. bonds of affection ; you will always be beautiful to me

also known as gillyflower, tenweeks, hoary, brompton, or vintage stock

ft. v AE saeran ; reader is mc

an. i will never be happy with v’s route bc of the total disregard shown to ray’s feelings(v i still give u uwus even tho u made some bad calls). additionally the ae is horribly biased towards the obviously wrong choice of disregarding everything rika did mental illness or not(please do not jump to the conclusion i am ignorant to the significance of mental illness but rika is beyond mere clouded judgment). v route saeran deserved more than this. ;-;

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jihyun’s surprise revealing of saeran had brought little less than wholehearted sobs to your body. the desperate cries of seven doing little to easy the surreal situation.

you remembered everything.

receiving that final call, seeing the true intention of it before it was even halfway finished. running tirelessly through the woods covering the mic to disguise your heavy breathing and countless falls that caused numerous stinging lacerations, all unnoticed as you desperately clung to every word ray conveyed to you through the phone. only to arrive to magenta desperate and aching as ray said his final good-bye you crying out only to be met with a dead line and the image of the massive building bursting into flames in a large blast.

your ceaseless cries drowned out in the roaring flames not even stopping when seven and vanderwood had arrived to drag you back to the cabin unable to speak upon arrival from your severely abused vocal cords. mourning had not been a kind process and even less kind was the grating smiles you were forced to deliver to seven’s clueless form.

to see a person whomst you have spent numerous hours replaying the audio formatted suicide note of and losing sleep lest you close your eyes and be greeted by the view of treacherous flames of their demise was enough to send someone over the edge.

in a way you supposed it did, a small laugh slipping from your lips as you stride across the room. seven was quick to read the dissociative look on your face and stepped away from his brother leaving you to make direct eye contact with a color you never thought you’d see again despite the mindless mixing of paints you’d desperately attempted.

“...ray?” your voice was small as if any noise would break the fragile reality in which you’d been placed. ray, now saeran, swiftly avoids your gaze turning his head so that his left side was promptly obscured from view. your name falls from his lips timidly as he finally meets your gaze although still turned away. your hands shake violently as you reach for his face though your right hand never reaches its destination and is instead caught in saeran’s cold grasp.

“it’s better if you don’t… i was never much but…” his voice is small and you tentatively pull your wrist from him only to place it on the now marred skin and turn him to look at you full in the face as he winces eyes closed in fear of your disapproval.

“ray… saeran… you will always be beautiful to me…” your voice wavers and tears spill in fresh waves. his eyes fly open in wonder to be met with your ardent tear stained smile.

he really was so beautiful.