#Texas just had a stetson drawn on it

[cultivating-wildflowers]

Kenzie’s delightful friend showed me a US map she once attempted to label to the best of her knowledge and 1) it’s better than many Americans could manage but 2) I was dying the whole time

[junimatcha]

Heartstrings and Hitching Posts - Part One

♡ warnings: none!!

♡ azriel x reader

♡ wanted to write something with cowboys in it

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The sun was blistering as you pulled your car to the side of the narrow, dirt-packed road, squinting against the horizon where nothing but dry fields stretched for miles. Steam hissed from under the hood, your engine sputtered one last dying breath, and you groaned in frustration. Of course, the car decided to die on the hottest day of the year, in the middle of nowhere. 

You pushed the door open, stepping out onto the dusty road and staring at the cloudless sky as if the universe might offer you an explanation. It didn’t. Your phone had no service, and the nearest town– Velaris Springs– was another twenty miles down the road. You were stranded.

“Perfect,” you muttered under your breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead. This trip to sell the property your aunt left you had already been a disaster, and now you couldn’t even get there. Just as you were contemplating whether you should start walking or wait for someone to drive by– a miracle out here in the country–you heard it.

The low rumble of an approaching vehicle. You turned around, the heat shimmering off the road, and spotted a truck coming down the road slowly.

As the truck neared, it slowed to a stop beside your car. The driver’s window rolled down, and there he was. A man in a beat-up truck, wearing a weathered Stetson that shaded his face. “Need some help?” His voice was rich and slow, each word drawn out with that unmistakable country twang. His eyes glanced at your car, then back at you, amusement clear on his face. 

“I’m fine,” you said a little too quickly, folding your arms across your chest in defense. “Just waiting for the car to… you know.. cool down.”

The man chuckled, leaning an elbow out the open window. “Looks more like you’re waitin’ for it to burst into flames. That thing’s been runnin’ hotter than a summer day in Texas.” You glanced at your car and back at him. He wasn’t wrong. “And you must be the local mechanic?”

“No, ma’am.” He smirked, turning off and stepping out the truck. The full sight of him only added to your growing exasperation. He was tall, broad-shouldered and clearly at home in the dusty, worn landscape. He tipped his hat back slighting, giving you a better look at his face– chiseled, with a five o’clock shadow that framed his grin just right. “But I reckon I know a thing or two about engines. Name’s Azriel. I work on the ranch just down the road.”

"Of course you do," you muttered, rolling your eyes. He was exactly what you expected from a small-town cowboy—too sure of himself and too good-looking for his own good. "Look, I just need to call a tow truck or something. Do you have any cell service?"

Azriel raised an eyebrow, glancing at your phone in your hand before shaking his head. "Out here? Good luck with that, darlin’. Ain’t no service for miles. But I could take a look, see if it’s somethin’ simple."

You hesitated, not exactly thrilled about accepting help from a man who clearly thought this was all very amusing. But what choice did you have? You sighed. "Fine. But no calling me ‘darlin’.’"

His grin widened. "Yes, ma’am."

Azriel walked over to the front of your car, taking his sweet time like he had all day. He leaned under the hood, wiping a hand across the back of his neck before glancing over at you. "You ain’t from around here, are ya?"

You crossed your arms again, feeling suddenly defensive. "What gave it away?"

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he tinkered with something inside the engine. "Well, for one, that car of yours is about as useful out here as a screen door on a submarine. And then there’s you."

"Me?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

"Yep." He glanced up from under the hood, his eyes dancing with that infuriating amusement again. "You’ve got that city-girl look about you—like you ain’t seen dirt before today."

You bristled, heat rising in your cheeks. "For your information, I’ve been to the country before."

"Oh yeah?" He straightened up, resting his hands on his hips. "And how’d that work out for ya?"

"It was... fine," you said, though even you didn’t believe yourself. You glanced away, trying to ignore the fact that he seemed to see right through you.

He chuckled again, a deep, rumbling sound that somehow managed to be both irritating and a little... charming. "Don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t hold it against ya. We’re all a little out of our element sometimes."

You sighed. "I’m not staying. I’m just here to deal with the property my aunt left me and get back to the city. This whole... country life thing isn’t for me."

Azriel’s expression shifted slightly, something softer behind those teasing eyes. He nodded slowly, leaning back against your car. "That ol’ ranch of hers? You’re gonna sell it, then?"

"That’s the plan," you said, feeling a strange pang in your chest as you said the words out loud. You hadn’t thought much about the land itself—just the process of getting rid of it and moving on with your life. But now, with Azriel looking at you like that, you felt a little... guilty.

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful for a moment. Then, with a shrug, he pushed away from the car. "Well, reckon I could tow you back to my place, get you some water while I take a proper look at this ol’ girl."

You hesitated. Accepting help from this cowboy felt like admitting defeat, but what choice did you have? "I guess that’s my best option."

Azriel’s grin returned, wider this time. "See? You’re already learnin'."

You rolled your eyes, but despite yourself, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your lips. He was going to be trouble—you could already tell.

But maybe, just maybe, that wasn’t such a bad thing.

[lostinwildflowers]

The Aviator's Cowgirl

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: You and Jake go way back to his roots in Texas, with things ending in a rough manner. Now, he comes home to the farmer's daughter whose heart he swore he would never ride, or fly, off with.

Word Count: 4.0K

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Harsh Language at times, Hangman was lowkey a dumb jerk, Cowboy!Hangman, probably inaccurate Navy timing and military jargon

A/N: I'm back with Part 2 of Cowboy Hangman!! He's not much of a cowboy in this, but I figured it shows you why he is the way he is. Let me know how you like it!-Birch<3

Part 1 - The Farmer's Daughter

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

"Hi! I'm not able to answer the phone right now or I don't have service. If you leave a message, I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can!"

Your voice sounds so cheerful, so happy in the message the blonde listened to, his phone pressed against his ear in a hope that you might pick up.

A harsh tone sounds out, and he opens his mouth to speak, but no words seem to come out. A sigh falls from his lips as he pulls the phone away from his head, clicking the "end call" button before pressing the screen to his forehead, his eyes fluttering closed.

Fuck. It was bad.

Jake knew things wouldn't be the same when he came home. He knew he would have been naive to think you'd be happy to see him after all this time.

But man, it hurt him more than he thought to see how you toughened after he left. To see that your eyes didn't hold the same soft, (colored) glow that they used to.

You looked worn, and Jake knew he was likely the reason behind the tired and cold look on your face. Oh, how he missed it when you shone like the sun, even on the iciest day, you were a beam of light.

Now? Now you had hardened your shell, shut the world out from your heart. The very one he had crushed and shattered when he left. And that's why he was back. To fix it.

"Another call from Jake?" your friend, Mary Anne, called out as she finished untacking her horse. You were standing in the doorway to the tack area, phone in hand.

You had watched Jake's name flash across your screen, the contact picture one you had taken up on Thraller's Ridge, your favorite place to watch the sunset. And rightfully so, it was a picture of Jake on Sandy, the sun casting his features in soft pinks and yellows.

You had just cracked a joke, and there was a laugh on his lips as he had turned to look at you, his Stetson just barely shadowing his face. It was such a genuine moment, it showed how domestic your relationship had been. How down-to-earth Jake had been.

A hiccup catches in your throat as you click your phone off, not wanting to see if he left a voicemail or not. You turn back to Mary Anne and shrug, "Nothing important."

Your friend swings past you, her saddle in tow as she sets it on a rack behind you. Then, Mary Anne turns on you, placing a hand on her hip and then she cocks her head.

"Y/n, just answer him. Hear him out. I know you still love him, he was your fiance for a reason," she tries, waving her hands at the end of her sentence.

You close your eyes and swallow thickly before stating, "Mary Anne, he left me. For 6 months. No warning. No reason. No calls or texts. It seemed pretty obvious he didn't want me anymore."

Your eyes flicker back open, but now Mary Anne is standing in front of you, a sad smile drawn across her lips. She places her hands on your shoulders and she replies, "So don't you think now is the chance to hear why?"

She leaves you with that, sliding back into the hallway to put her horse back out to pasture. You watch her go in silence, your heart aching at the thought of talking to Jake again.

Just as you take a step to check on your own horse, your phone buzzes.

Please, Y/n/n. I know I fucked up, and I have no right to ask this. But please hear me out, okay? You know where to find me. -J

Your eyes skim the text, tripping over themselves and having to go back and reread the message. Damn right you fucked up, you think to yourself as you pocket your phone.

But... maybe Mary Anne was right? You walk off and shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. As you glance at your friend walking her horse out of the barn aisle, you catch sight of Sandy out in the pasture, her yellow face hanging just above the gate, looking at you.

You sigh and walk up to her, your boots scraping the ground as you approach your mare. She sneezes as you stop in front of her, and you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face.

"I know, girl," you mumble as you brush her forehead with your hands, "It sounds like a trap to me. I don't want to be heartbroken again." Sandy leans into your hand, closing her eyes and scratching against your fingers.

A chuckle falls from your lips as you love on her, but you freeze as a memory overtakes you.

"Are you sure about this?" Jake asks as he grabs the reins of Sandy, looking the mare up and down before glancing at you, "You know, I easily could have loaded up Blue and brought him over."

You wave your hand at him dismissively as you grab Henry's reins for yourself, "It's alright, babe. I want to watch someone ride her anyway." You gave him a sweet smile as you started walking down the barn aisle, patting Henry's brown neck as you move.

Jake just chuckles at you as you turn around, and he's not one to fight you on the matter of horses. He knew your mare was special to you, and that no one rode her except for you. He honestly felt honored that you were comfortable enough to allow to him ride her.

"Alright girl," he starts as he turns back to Sandy, "Let's go whoop your momma's ass, alright?" Sandy just snorts as Jake leads her after you, grinning wide as he watches your figure freeze and whip around.

Your features are covered in mock anger, with your mouth dropped open as you exclaim, "Excuse me?! I'll have you know, Henry is our local rodeo heading hall of fame-r!"

At that, your hands land on your hips sassily, and you glare playfully at the blonde cowboy as he walks up next to you. You hold his green gaze as he leans down and over you, filling up your space.

Jake leans down and smirks at you before he swats his rein toward your butt with a, "C'mon, cowgirl. Show me what you're made of."

A tear was sliding down your cheek before you could stop it, and you look down, brushing the tear away while you stepped back from Sandy. You glance back up at her and let out a pathetic laugh, trying to will the overwhelming sadness away.

"Oh, Sandy. What do I do?" you whisper, watching your mare take a few steps back before turning to join the other mares by the hay hut. As you follow her figure walking away, you know what you need to do.

You sigh and clench your fists as you walk back toward the barn, where Mary Anne is waiting. You walk past her, trying to keep your chin up, but she knows you better than that.

"Good luck, Y/n/n," she calls after you, "Try to keep a level head, okay?" You just wave your hand in acknowledgment as you continue on your way to your '71 Chevy Cheyenne Fleetside, the tan and white of the truck aged with time.

You slide into the single cab, resting your hands on the wheel. You pause for a moment, trying to steel your nerves before you reach down and start the ignition.

Pulling out of your driveway was the hardest part of heading to where you knew you'd find Jake. Turning left out of your home, the red dirt road that led you to Jake's farm was quiet.

There was no one in sight as you cruised down the backroad, driving down the hollers and up the hills that you knew like the back of your hand. You couldn't bring yourself to turn any music on, instead choosing to stew in your thoughts and what you would say to the man you loved.

Loved? Still love?

It was an ongoing battle in your mind. There was never anyone else, even after all this time. No thought of accepting a guy's flirty comment for dinner, not even going out for drinks with your girls.

It had been a lonely and hard 6 months full of heartbreak and work, There was no time to cope with Jake leaving, and there sure as hell wasn't time to find someone else.

That was the last thought you were left with as you pulled into the driveway of a large ranch you had spent countless hours at. There wasn't anyone around that you could see, which made your heart skip a beat in your chest.

You turn the key in your truck, the engine settling down as you glanced out around the front yard. A few chickens pecked the ground just outside of one of the shops, but the door was closed.

You pause for a moment, questioning if you were really going to follow through. You aren't given much of a choice when a set of fluffy ears pops up in your window, and you are greeted by the happy face of Nyla, the German Shepard.

A smile falls to your lips as you call out, "Down girl, easy, easy!" A few giggles follow suit, and you open to door, crouching on the ground to rub on the belly of the old dog.

Her tail wags happily as you scratch her belly and her ears, her whole body trying its best to wriggle like she used to as a pup. You can't help the wide smile on your face as Nyla jumps up and starts trying to lick your face, seemingly having missed you.

You can't stop the laughter as the dog lovingly assaults you, but they soon become silent at the deep call of, "Nyla! Nyla, come here!"

You freeze at the voice. It was one you knew all too well, one that you knew like the back of your hand. The dog leaves you alone, her tail dropping slightly as she trotted off to the edge of the front porch.

Standing on the top step on the wrap-around porch was Jake. All six feet of glory, donning a leather jacket and a ball cap, he looked good. Boots and jeans were his go to, and you can't help the way your mouth goes dry at the sight of him.

He leans down to pet her on the head as she stops and sits next to him, and you clear your throat as you push yourself up off the ground. I bet he saw that whole thing. Shit, you think to yourself as you avert your gaze from him.

The next thing you know, Jake is walking down the steps, heading straight for you. His boots make the gravel under him crunch, and you can't help the step you take back to lean against your truck.

Even the way he walks is different, you think as he strides toward you, It's... more calculated than it used to be. He doesn't walk like a cowboy now.

Jake stops a few feet in front of you, giving you plenty of space. Jade-colored orbs flash over your body, noting the flannel that covered your upper body, and the grey-felt hat that covered your (colored) hair.

"You came," he says. It's simple and to the point. There was no trace of emotion in his voice, but it was written all over his face. A slight curve to his lips, just the hint of a smile. Not a frown, but the smallest glimmer of hope simmering in his eyes.

You nod, unsure of what to say. You shuffle on your feet as you glance down at your boots, kicking a small rock and watching it roll away.

"I did," you whisper, your eyes making their own decision to look back at the tall blonde. Jake takes a step forward, his hand coming up toward your face, but you flinch and flatten against the door of your truck, your head turning away, eyes snapping shut.

You gasp under your breath, not even realizing how your body moved instinctively away from him. When you turn back to Jake, you see hurt written all over his features, and pain in his eyes.

His hand drops back to his side and clenches into a fist. He swallows thickly and says, "I-I'm sorry, Y/n/n-" "You don't have the right to call me that anymore," you snarl out.

This catches his attention, and he blinks at you slowly, another wave of pain rushing over his features. Yet he nods once and restarts, "Sorry. Can we- can we go inside and talk about this?"

You feel a wave of heat overtake you at the harshness of your words, and you remember what Mary Anne told you before you left, Try to keep a level head.

You clear your throat and shake your head, "I'd prefer if we stayed outside." Jake nods again and motions toward the small pond that was on the side of the driveway.

"The dock alright?" he asks as he takes a step back, and he watches you for any hesitation as you give him a nod and walk in front of him, your arms crossing over your chest.

The pond was one of your favorite places about Jake's farm. Many late nights he had brought you out here under the stars, casting a line for the small fish that lived in it.

Stolen kisses, borrowed jackets. It seemed like a lifetime ago, the thought hits you. Your feet pause at the end of the dock, and you find yourself sitting down, letting your feet dangle above the water.

Jake mirrors you, sitting on the other edge of the dock, leaving a foot or two of space between you and him. It's silent. The evening was upon you, and the sun just barely was setting over the distant mountain.

There were some chirps from the crickets in the grasses around the pond, but it wasn't quite summer, so things cooled off when the sun went down.

You fold your arms over your chest, and you glance at him, taking in his features now that you were close. Hardened eyes, firm features. He looked weathered, not like the lively and carefree Jake you knew.

"What happened?" you whisper, your voice just barely cutting above the breeze blowing through, your hair swirling around you underneath your hat.

Jake swallows thickly before speaking, his gaze rigid on the edge of the water. "I had to leave," he starts. His hand reaches for a small pile of rocks near the end post of the dock.

One rock at a time, he skips them across the surface of the water with practiced ease. It made you think of a memory, but you push it down as you try to focus on him at the moment.

"Why?"

It seemed to be the age-old question. Why did he leave? He should have been able to spit it out, to tell you the reason, but he felt ashamed at the reality of what your response would be.

He doesn't answer you for a second, his left hand coming to grip the wooden edge of the dock firmly. Jake's knuckles go white, and you can see him almost dissociate.

In a moment of bravery, you reach your right hand out, letting your fingers rest on his own. His gaze immediately snaps over to you, and when the light of the sun hits his eyes, you see it.

Tears. Tears gathered in his eyes, and he looked scared. Everything in your body screamed at you to stay back, get away, he'll only hurt you in the end.

But you knew Jake, and even if he changed, his core needs never did. You lean forward, and you pull him into your arms, into a hug. He stiffens under your touch, his arms going rigid as you hold him.

He curses himself for being so weak, so vulnerable in front of you, especially when you came here to hear him out, not comfort him.

"Sorry," he says again, and you pull back at the sound of his voice. Jake reaches up and brushes the tear out of his eye and he mutters, "You never should have to see me like this."

Your gaze softens and you reply, "And yet I promised you I'd stay by your side through everything." Jake looks at you, and he swears he could sob at the way you're looking at him.

You're still the same girl he fell in love with years ago, and with the way you're looking at him, he thinks you never stopped.

He takes a deep breath to ground himself before he starts, "I didn't leave because I didn't want to marry you, or because I didn't love you."

He looks deep into your eyes and whispers, "God, I loved you back then. I love you even more now." A wave of butterflies comes over you at his confession, but you stay silent, urging him to continue.

Jake looks back toward the edge of the water before he continues, "I was drafted. I was pulled to join the aviators of the Navy in California."

You still at his words, your mouth falling open as you blink in shock. Jake laughs icily as he watches a fish come up to the surface to catch a mosquito, and then continues, "I was going to be the whole way across the country, with people I'd never met, away from you for who knows how long."

You can feel your own tears burn in your eyes and you mumble, "Jake..." But he's not done and pushes, "I'd never wanted to be a pilot, Y/n. All I ever wanted to do was marry you, have a family and kids, and run my old man's farm."

His words and voice are intense, close to breaking, but he states, "I knew I could be gone for years. Killed overseas. I couldn't put you through that, so I had to become the best damn pilot they ever saw."

You can't stop the strangled gasp from leaving your lips, and you lunge forward, your body working faster than your mind. Tears stream from your eyes as you slap him, your palm making contact with his ever-so-slightly stubbly cheek.

His head recoils away, and his eyes shut as you whack him with you hands. "You asshole!" you yell, tears blurring your vision, you lean forward and crush him into a hug.

Jake didn't know how to respond, so he opted for one hand on your waist. His cheek was stinging from the impact of your slap, but he knew he deserved it.

What he didn't understand was why you were hugging him.

After all this time, his dumb explanation and reasoning, and you were hugging him? A sob pushes through your lips, and Jake feels his heart splinter at the raw emotion in your cry.

He wraps his arms around you tightly, thinking to himself that you could punch him, slap him, kick him in a minute- but he'd try his damn best to comfort you right now.

"You asshole," you manage to choke out, "6 months of leaving me with nothing, just because you got drafted?" Jake closes his eyes and squeezes you tighter, trying to commit your body to his memory before you pulled away.

"Jake. Jake. Jay," you say, the desperation in your voice growing with each call of his name. You try to push him off of you, and he lets go of you a moment later.

Your hand comes up to cradle the cheek you slapped, the skin still red from the impact of your hand. You can tell he's unsure, and nervous about what you're going to say.

There's raw fear in his green eyes, and you knew in a minute you could crush him. But you couldn't do that.

You let your palm rest on his cheek, the other moving to push the baseball cap from his head, setting it on the dock behind you two. With one hand on his cheek, and the other at the base of his neck, you stare at the man in front of you.

Suddenly, it all makes sense. His larger, stronger physique. Training in the military, always working out to stay fit. The hardened look in his eye. Getting used to taking orders and following them without question. His shortened hair and clean-shaven face. The need to remain sharp-looking at all times when in uniform.

"Oh, Jake," you whisper, a tear streaming from your eye. Jake reaches up with his own hand, cupping your face and brushing the tear away gently.

"Why would you ever leave and not tell me you got drafted?" you ask, your voice open and vulnerable. He sighs in your hands, his free hand coming up to cover your own lithe fingers.

"I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore, and I didn't think I could handle you saying that to my face. So I made the choice for you," he says slowly, "I know it was stupid, but," and he pauses.

He looks deep into your (colored) eyes and states, "But leaving while I knew you still loved me was a better option than having to leave and knowing you didn't."

A hiccup takes over you and you whisper, "Jake, I haven't stopped." He freezes at that, his grip tightening on your hand holding his face.

"Say it again."

A small smile creeps onto your lips and you whisper, "Jake, I still love you." Jake's features then begin to mirror your own, a watery smile coming across his mouth as he replies, "I still love you too. That's why I came to find you on the ranch a while back."

You just shake your head and mutter, "Stop with the excuses, okay?" Jake feels a pang of nerves run over him again, unsure of your next move.

"Well, cowboy, are you gonna kiss me or not?" The words barely leave your mouth before he captures your lips with his own.

He tastes just like you remember, sweet yet cool like the peppermint gum he would always chew. His mouth was warm against your own, wet from saliva and the shine of his tears.

It's a sweet and salty kiss, the tang of peppermint accompanied by the mix of salty tears from both of you. It was perfect.

Jake's mouth moves against yours in a practiced rhythm like he never left, his hand moving from grasping your own to moving to your back, dragging you into his lap.

Every movement was needy, grasping hands, clashing teeth. You accidentally bit his lip, his fingers might have gotten stuck in your hair when he pushed your hat off.

Everything about his movements screamed I missed you. I love you. Please tell me you're still mine. Your body was no different- I have always missed you. I loved you while you were gone. I'll always be yours.

Jake's the one to pull away and he whispers against your lips, "Please tell me there wasn't anyone else." You lean in and press a hard peck on his mouth and you mutter back, "It was only ever you, cowboy."

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[jawritter]

Tell me how Nesnej indulges his cowboy kink.

Save A Horse...

Pairing: Cowboy!Nesnej x Reader

Warning: Nudity, Pre-smut, Drunk Jensen, Crack. 

Word Count: 475

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You drop your keys into the bowl by the front door as you kick your heels from your feet with a tired huff. It had been a long day, and you thought you had seen it all, but nothing could prepare you for the treat you had waiting for you as you rounded the corner of your foyer, finding your husband in nothing but a cowboy hat, some boots, and a smile waiting for you leaned lazily against the door frame that joined the kitchen to the living space. His eyes were a little glassy, and you could see the half empty bottle of schnapps on the coffee table hind him, leaving no doubt in your mind that this wasn’t your husband you were dealing with, but rather the creature, ‘Nesnej” that seemed to come out when he’d had just enough to drink. 

“Howdy,” he slurred, letting his Texas accent that usually only came out when he was loaded or angry out on full display, and you snorted a laugh as he sashayed forward, backing you against the wall with a giggle. 

“Howdy,” you answered between the assault that was currently taking place against your lips, and the fit of giggles of your own that you were fighting back because you had never seen Jensen this way, and it was more than a little amusing. 

“Babe,” you try to shove him back to get a good look at him, only for him to take his cowboy hat and place it on your head as his lips travel down the expanse of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing much Darlin, just thought I’d take my girl upstairs and show her good time after she worked so damn hard all day,” all drawn out, lifting you as if you weighed nothing at all, his heavy boots clanking hard against the hardwood floors as he made his way up the stairs towards your shared bedroom, and fuck if you couldn’t argue with that sexy little drunken grin on his face. “That is, if she doesn't mind taking this old cowboy for a spin.”

“You know what they say,” you tell him, kissing him deeply as he kicks the bedroom door open to your room and you place the black Stetson hat slightly crooked on top of his messy hair. “Save a horse…”

“Fuck I’m counting on it baby,” he growled tossing you down onto the bed and crawling over the top of you as helped you out of your shirt and tossed it onto the floor before bringing his attention back up to your throat, rolling the pair of you so that you were sitting straddle of his lips and your pencil skirt shoved up your thighs, leaving just your thong between the pair of you. “Ride this cowboy.”

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@agirlwithdemonblood​​​​​​​

Jensen and Dean’s Babes

@impalaslytherin​​​​

@perpetualabsurdity​​​​​​​

@msmarvelouswinchester​​​​​​​

@akshi8278​​​​​​​​

@love-jackles​​​​​​​​

@irmcpar​​​​​​​​

@pink-sparkly-witch​​​​​​​​

@siospins2​​​​​​​​

@herstarburststories​​​​​​​​

@mimaria420​​​​​​​​

@deanwinchesterswitch​​​​​​​​

@shawnie74​​​​​​​​

@charred-angelwings​​​​​​​​

@pascal-rascal424​​​​​​​​

@myloversgone​​​​​​​​

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