had a thought today: giving rhett the sloppiest blow job while he’s wearing his riding chaps!!!! like right after he’s finished riding and you pull him back into the shadows somewhere and your knees are in the dirt and you only unzip his fly to pull him out because you wanna keep the entire image of him: beat up cowboy hat, riding vest, worn in jeans, his chaps, and that big ol’ belt buckle 🤤
→ a/n: good LORD dear anon! yes, yes and yes again! 🤤 there was something about the new outer range trailer and seeing him in his full get up, that made me remember just how delicious he looks in the full outfit 🤤 he deserves the sloppiest of blowjobs looking like that! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌
→ c/w: smut and blowjobs.
rhett just had a winning ride.
after any ride he’s pumping full of adrenaline and desperate to get his hands on you, but a winning ride brings out this animalistic need in him, and you. you waste no time in running up to him, giving him a congratulatory and heated kiss, before whispering in his ear about how desperately you want him right now. you know that he wants you the very same as he lets out a low growl, squeezes your ass harshly and bids a quick farewell to the others.
he drags you round to the back of the stands and combined with the shadows of the trailers, no one would know that you were there. still, the thrill of getting caught thrums through both of your veins. heated kisses and groans between the two of you are exchanged, before you suck a harsh kiss on his sweat coated neck and drop to your knees. rhett goes to unbuckle his vest and slip off his gloves, but you grab his wrist and gasp out.
“no, no. don’t.”
a smug smile twitches on rhett’s lips. “why, darlin’?”
“you just… fuck. y’ looked s’ fuckin’ hot out there, rhett. i need it, i need all of you.”
you don’t know if what you’re saying is even making any sense. you’re just desperate for him and your mind is spinning.
through the shadowed light, you can still see rhett’s smug smile as his eyes gleam down at you. his gloved hands are rough on your cheeks as he cups your chin. his thumb prods on your bottom lip and you can taste the bitter leather. “alright, little darlin’. go ahead, show the winnin’ cowboy how it’s done.”
he gives your chin a squeeze before snaking his hand round to gather your hair and create a makeshift ponytail, letting you have full and complete access to his already straining cock. you twist your fingers under his chaps and go to un-do his big, shiny, belt buckle. it shimmers in the low light and the sound of it clanking against itself to reveal his painfully hard cock, has you drooling.
you can’t wait to leave with your knees bruised and dirtied from the rough ground, and his belt buckle imprinted on your rosy and hot cheeks.
aaaaaaah! my love! i’m so pleased to hear that you enjoyed this lil thot, thank you so much for your kind words! 🥹🥰 i need him and his buckle imprints on my cheeks, rn! RN! you know he loves the sight of it too!
ilysm, mwah! 🥰🫶🏻💗
had a thought today: giving rhett the sloppiest blow job while he’s wearing his riding chaps!!!! like right after he’s finished riding and you pull him back into the shadows somewhere and your knees are in the dirt and you only unzip his fly to pull him out because you wanna keep the entire image of him: beat up cowboy hat, riding vest, worn in jeans, his chaps, and that big ol’ belt buckle 🤤
→ a/n: good LORD dear anon! yes, yes and yes again! 🤤 there was something about the new outer range trailer and seeing him in his full get up, that made me remember just how delicious he looks in the full outfit 🤤 he deserves the sloppiest of blowjobs looking like that! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌
→ c/w: smut and blowjobs.
rhett just had a winning ride.
after any ride he’s pumping full of adrenaline and desperate to get his hands on you, but a winning ride brings out this animalistic need in him, and you. you waste no time in running up to him, giving him a congratulatory and heated kiss, before whispering in his ear about how desperately you want him right now. you know that he wants you the very same as he lets out a low growl, squeezes your ass harshly and bids a quick farewell to the others.
he drags you round to the back of the stands and combined with the shadows of the trailers, no one would know that you were there. still, the thrill of getting caught thrums through both of your veins. heated kisses and groans between the two of you are exchanged, before you suck a harsh kiss on his sweat coated neck and drop to your knees. rhett goes to unbuckle his vest and slip off his gloves, but you grab his wrist and gasp out.
“no, no. don’t.”
a smug smile twitches on rhett’s lips. “why, darlin’?”
“you just… fuck. y’ looked s’ fuckin’ hot out there, rhett. i need it, i need all of you.”
you don’t know if what you’re saying is even making any sense. you’re just desperate for him and your mind is spinning.
through the shadowed light, you can still see rhett’s smug smile as his eyes gleam down at you. his gloved hands are rough on your cheeks as he cups your chin. his thumb prods on your bottom lip and you can taste the bitter leather. “alright, little darlin’. go ahead, show the winnin’ cowboy how it’s done.”
he gives your chin a squeeze before snaking his hand round to gather your hair and create a makeshift ponytail, letting you have full and complete access to his already straining cock. you twist your fingers under his chaps and go to un-do his big, shiny, belt buckle. it shimmers in the low light and the sound of it clanking against itself to reveal his painfully hard cock, has you drooling.
you can’t wait to leave with your knees bruised and dirtied from the rough ground, and his belt buckle imprinted on your rosy and hot cheeks.
IDK why but I'm suddenly obsessed with the idea of angry sex that turns into slow, gentle sex. In my head, Jake does something incredibly, what-the-actual-fuck-were-you-thinking, even-the-other-Daggers-are-confused stupid on a mission that gets back to you before he can tell you himself. And when he gets home, you're at the door PISSED. "YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" you yell before he can say anything. "I know-" you cut off what he was about to say by grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss for so long you two can't breathe. From there it becomes angry sex with you cursing him every way you can and Jake yelling back that he's a fucking good pilot, one of the fucking best. You're on top of him in bed and between angry kisses, tears start rolling down your cheeks. Your voice starts to quiet and lose the malice. The kisses become gentler, slower, longer. And soon you're crying into his shoulder, clinging to him. Begging him to never do that again. You know he's a good pilot but he's YOURS first. High school sweethearts. Jake just holds you, "I'm here. I'm home baby. I'm here." When you've calmed down Jake asks if you want to continue. You nod your head and he gently rolls you onto the bed. He makes slow, gentle love to you, always holding one of your hands, sometimes holding it over his heart so you can feel it beating. The two of you come together and you refuse to let him pull out. You two fall asleep with him still inside, arms around each other. And that's exactly how you wake up the next day. Sorry if this idea has been submitted before. I just can't get it out of my head right now.
omggggg! my dear anon! please, do not apologise at all! i love this idea so much and it tugs on all of my favorite trope heartstrings 🤭
of course you’re angry. you’re high school sweethearts. you’re meant to be together forever. initially that anger comes through in throws, but as it morphs into fucking him, your emotions overcome you and all you know is that you want to feel him. feel his cock inside of you. feel his heart pounding. listen to his voice and everything he has to say about himself, to confirm that he truly is yours.
the next day is filled again with soft and slow lovemaking, in between bandaging him up and cleaning his grazes from the mission.
even in anger, you were never so sure that you loved him so deeply.
gaaaaah! thank you so much for this sweet and angsty thot, my dear anon! 💌
Sebbie, I'm afraid the baby fever is out of control along with the need for Rhett Abbott smut. I watched the new trailer last night and I literally could not control myself (lol).
Maybe it's one of those really warm summer nights and you and Rhett have just come in, all cooled off after a late afternoon swim, Amy's just been put to bed and all the animals bedded down for the night. Rhett's literally just showered so he smells like Irish Spring and you can't help but kiss him, but pretty soon the kissing gets really heated and sloppy. You two are soon in your shared bed, his cock all the way inside your aching pussy and he's holding you, gently thrusting in and out, guiding you through both your orgasms and he's telling you what a good girl you are and how proud he is of you for taking him so well. P.S it's also when his breeding kink flares (lol).
Sebbie, honey, I am so unwell after seeing that trailer yesterday and that after-sex photo of Rhett?? 🥴🥴🥴🥴 lol.
ohhhhh my god, yes! warm summer nights, with the window open and blowing in a warm breeze still. your sheets are barely on either of your naked bodies and he smells so fresh. but yet, he’s still got his familiar scent on him. it makes you dizzy and you need him. his breeding kink is always on, but softer love making like this brings it out of him in a flurry.
i’m so unwell too! good god! thank you so much for this sweet thot my love! 💌
i still think about this fic every day 🤤 the opening scene setting with the fan and the radio, and how warm and safe you feel right now, it made me yearn and feel something indescribable.
and then as soon as this happens, “There she is,” Rhett whispers, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulder. “Got your attention now, don’t I?” i feel as alert as you describe 🤤
also, “That so, girl?” i can’t even begin to describe how HOT it is. love, love, love this fic! 💗
Show Me The Ropes
Summary: Rhett’s talents with roping and knot tying translate well in the bedroom.
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. Rope play, use of restraints during sex, unprotected PIV, teasing, and dirty talk.
A/N: Thank you @skvatnavle for the title. No spoilers for the tv show. Based on this ask. Likes are wonderful but reblogs and comments feed the muse.
It’s quiet in your house, sometime after midday. The rickety old fan pushes warm air around the bedroom and an old country song plays from the beat up radio in the corner. You’re laying on the bed, naked while Rhett works the soft rope around your arms. They’re bound behind your back, the rope knotted in an intricate pattern. Even though he’s been showing you progress photos as he works you started dozing off 30 minutes ago, feeling warm and safe.
You’re barely aware of your surroundings. Although you can hear and feel things they don’t register, blending into your hazy dream state. A hand trails down the back of your upper thighs along the curve of your calf to circle one of your ankles. With a gentle tug, your legs are parted and you feel something drag over your core. The pressure is light but consistent and you shift on the bed, making a small sound in your throat.
“Shhh,” Rhett, soothes, stroking your lower back.
The touch feels good. You moan softly, still a little sleepy when he slips a finger inside. It feels good the way he caresses your walls, curling upward to hit that spot that makes you even wetter. Instinctively you tug on the ropes, wanting your hands free, The knots are firm and don’t budge. When he slips a second finger inside, thumb scraping over your clit you jolt on the bed wide awake.
“There she is,” Rhett whispers, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulder. “Got your attention now, don’t I?”
“Oh,” you gasp, pushing back against him, needing and wanting more of his touch. He’s stoked the fire in your belly high enough your cunt aches to be filled by something bigger. “Please,” you beg, pulling on the ropes.
“You’re all trussed up with nowhere to go. Be patient,” he warns, pressing his lips to your cheek.
He withdraws his hand from between your thighs and you hear the rustle of clothes. The bed shifts and then he’s laying his body over yours, his cock nudging your opening. He kisses the shell of your ear before pulling back. One of his hands grasps your bound wrists and he tugs until you’re kneeling for him, ass in the air with your cheek pressed against the mattress.
“You ready?” He asks, rubbing his fingers through your slick folds. “Your body certainly is.”
“Yes, please. Rhett,” you babble, shifting back. He stops you with a firm slap to your ass.
“Don’t be greedy,” he reminds you. “Your job is to lay there and take it.”
His words make your cunt throb but you remain still, waiting until he lines himself up. The choked-off sound you make when he pushes in with one smooth movement seems to spur him on and he snaps his hips forward again. Your fingers flex and spasm, lips parting as a rush of nonsense words pour out. In this position it feels like he’s reaching deep inside, stretching you out perfectly.
You wail when he uses his grip on your bound wrists to pull you back to meet his thrusts. It jars your whole body, sending a powerful wave of pleasure skittering along your nerves. The bed shakes and the way your headboard smacks against the wall has you thankful to live alone. Even if you did have neighbors to worry about, you are both too far gone to care. The noises he’s pulling from your chest are wild and desperate, mixing with the sound of his grunts and filthy words of encouragement. You come with a hoarse shout, panting into the bed sheets while he uses your body as he pleases.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me good,” he groans.
He releases your bound wrists, curling his body over yours. Your arms are crushed between his chest and your back, your palms sliding against his sweat-soaked abs. Rhett plants a hand next to your head while his other arm loops around your stomach to pull you close. With one final hard push, he comes, moaning your name in your ear.
You can feel his cock twitch inside. He’s still breathing hard. You let him soak it all in for a few more seconds before wiggling underneath him, needing up. Rhett pulls out of you and helps you sit on the bed. You feel his cum leak out as he retrieves a knife from the back pocket of his pants he left on the floor. Normally he’d take the time to untie you first but today he just cuts through the rope, wanting to check you over.
“You okay?” He asks.
“Yeah,” you promise, letting him inspect your skin. He runs the pads of his fingers over your shoulders and arms.
The skin is a little irritated around your wrists and he presses a kiss there in apology. When you touch his cheek he brings his mouth to yours. Your lips part at the urging of his tongue and you let him taste you until he’s had his fill.
“I think you enjoyed that,” he says.
“Maybe,” you say coyly.
“That’s horse shit,” he replies, pushing on your shoulder until you’re flat on your back. He looms over you. “I think you liked being bound and at my mercy.”
His words bring a spark back to your belly. You rub your thighs together, shifting under him. Rhett doesn’t miss the reaction. He smirks down at you.
“Guess the only way to find out for sure is to do it again,” he suggests. “When I tie you up next time we’ll see how many times I can make you come until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
“Guess we’ll have to see,” you agree, grasping his face and kissing him again. “But I bet I won’t have to beg, you won’t be able to help yourself.”
“That so, girl?” He asks, blue eyes flashing. The look he gives you is dangerous, a reminder of just how stubborn he can be when challenged. He’ll never admit defeat now and that has you squirming under him, skin tingling in anticipation. “That mouth’s gonna get you into trouble,” he warns.
You lift your chin and stare up at him with a grin. “I’m counting on it.”
had a thought today: giving rhett the sloppiest blow job while he’s wearing his riding chaps!!!! like right after he’s finished riding and you pull him back into the shadows somewhere and your knees are in the dirt and you only unzip his fly to pull him out because you wanna keep the entire image of him: beat up cowboy hat, riding vest, worn in jeans, his chaps, and that big ol’ belt buckle 🤤
→ a/n: good LORD dear anon! yes, yes and yes again! 🤤 there was something about the new outer range trailer and seeing him in his full get up, that made me remember just how delicious he looks in the full outfit 🤤 he deserves the sloppiest of blowjobs looking like that! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌
→ c/w: smut and blowjobs.
rhett just had a winning ride.
after any ride he’s pumping full of adrenaline and desperate to get his hands on you, but a winning ride brings out this animalistic need in him, and you. you waste no time in running up to him, giving him a congratulatory and heated kiss, before whispering in his ear about how desperately you want him right now. you know that he wants you the very same as he lets out a low growl, squeezes your ass harshly and bids a quick farewell to the others.
he drags you round to the back of the stands and combined with the shadows of the trailers, no one would know that you were there. still, the thrill of getting caught thrums through both of your veins. heated kisses and groans between the two of you are exchanged, before you suck a harsh kiss on his sweat coated neck and drop to your knees. rhett goes to unbuckle his vest and slip off his gloves, but you grab his wrist and gasp out.
“no, no. don’t.”
a smug smile twitches on rhett’s lips. “why, darlin’?”
“you just… fuck. y’ looked s’ fuckin’ hot out there, rhett. i need it, i need all of you.”
you don’t know if what you’re saying is even making any sense. you’re just desperate for him and your mind is spinning.
through the shadowed light, you can still see rhett’s smug smile as his eyes gleam down at you. his gloved hands are rough on your cheeks as he cups your chin. his thumb prods on your bottom lip and you can taste the bitter leather. “alright, little darlin’. go ahead, show the winnin’ cowboy how it’s done.”
he gives your chin a squeeze before snaking his hand round to gather your hair and create a makeshift ponytail, letting you have full and complete access to his already straining cock. you twist your fingers under his chaps and go to un-do his big, shiny, belt buckle. it shimmers in the low light and the sound of it clanking against itself to reveal his painfully hard cock, has you drooling.
you can’t wait to leave with your knees bruised and dirtied from the rough ground, and his belt buckle imprinted on your rosy and hot cheeks.
I think that’s one thing Bob uses as a punishment…if you are Rhett are naughty he doesn’t cum inside you.
Dear god, I got carried away with this 😭 It's the whore in me speaking, but I love to think that both of them have a thing for cumming inside of you.
Bobby's obsessed with the intimacy of it, being as close as possible and sharing those few dizzying seconds with you. The only thing that can make it better is cumming together. This man would go to the ends of the earth to feel you spasm around him while he pumps you full of his cum. There is nothing better.
Rhett's a little more into the primalness of it all. He's not the type to pull halfway out; he's pushing into you as deep as he can possibly go, filling you with his cum like his life depends on it. He'll hitch your hips up to keep it in you, too. Nearly drools when he sees it making a mess of your inner thighs.
That being said...
Bob's absolutely got a thing for cumming on your belly, and if you're not in the position for that, then he's cumming on your ass. There's something about seeing the mess he's made of you that really gets him, and he's been known to take his thumb and rub it into your skin. It's hard to get upset with him for it; his touch is so soothing that he simply gets away with it.
He doesn't mind the idea of cumming on your face, you can certainly convince him to, but it almost got in your eye once, and it's had him a little nervous ever since.
Rhett is a little more of a menace about it. He's got so many favorites, and if he didn't have a refractory period, you would never know a moment of peace. He really loves cumming on your pussy and thighs, and if you allow it, he'll dip his fingers in it and fuck you with them. When he's fucking you from behind, he's prone to pulling out and cumming on your cute little asshole.
If it's oral, and you'll let him, he's cumming in your mouth. Christ, the sight of it in your mouth could make him cum again on the spot. He's got no issue with painting your face with it or your pretty breasts. Wherever it is, he gets satisfaction out of it.
In terms of Rhett x Reader x Bob, then things are pretty similar. BUT Rhett does have this thing where he intentionally cums all over Bob's cock and uses it as makeshift-lube to jerk him off with. It's a wonder that Bob has ever held on for longer than thirty seconds.
Rhett's affinity for cumming inside you and Bob also applies in the reverse. Please fill him up. He doesn't care if it's real or lube styled to look like cum; he wants to be bred so full of it that his head goes fuzzy.
Weirdly? Bob's got a thing for putting you and Rhett on your knees and making you two lap up his cum. Sometimes, that involves you and Rhett working him over with your tongues. Others, you've got to sit there with your mouths open while he jerks himself off, waiting to catch his cum.
rhett: when rhett is subbing, he has a tendency to be a total brat. usually he’s craving some sort of punishment, because he likes to be knocked around a bit. when you wring the brat out of him through whatever punishment you have chosen, he becomes docile as a kitten and willing to do anything you ask of him.
bob: he’s the complete opposite of rhett. when he’s taken on that role, bob is a sweet little sub who likes to follow your rules and expectations. he craves your praise and approval, and nothing makes him beam quite like a “you’re being such a good boy for me.” once in a while he might misbehave (occasionally he gets himself in trouble by getting a little snarky) but he’s a very good boy so it’s a rare occurrence.
miles: he’s a mix of the two. he really likes to be your good boy but sometimes he gets himself in trouble. he has a hard time keeping his hands still, and self-control is something he’s working on. you made a rule that he isn’t allowed to touch himself, but sometimes he gets so overwhelmed with need that he breaks the rule and does it anyway. and when you catch him with his hand wrapped around his cock, he’s filled with immediate regret because he disobeyed you and now he has to suffer the consequences. aside from having difficulty keeping his hands off his cock, he’s normally very good and obedient.
YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!! you’ll pry my phone out of my cold dead hands!!!!
had a thought today: giving rhett the sloppiest blow job while he’s wearing his riding chaps!!!! like right after he’s finished riding and you pull him back into the shadows somewhere and your knees are in the dirt and you only unzip his fly to pull him out because you wanna keep the entire image of him: beat up cowboy hat, riding vest, worn in jeans, his chaps, and that big ol’ belt buckle 🤤
→ a/n: good LORD dear anon! yes, yes and yes again! 🤤 there was something about the new outer range trailer and seeing him in his full get up, that made me remember just how delicious he looks in the full outfit 🤤 he deserves the sloppiest of blowjobs looking like that! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌
→ c/w: smut and blowjobs.
rhett just had a winning ride.
after any ride he’s pumping full of adrenaline and desperate to get his hands on you, but a winning ride brings out this animalistic need in him, and you. you waste no time in running up to him, giving him a congratulatory and heated kiss, before whispering in his ear about how desperately you want him right now. you know that he wants you the very same as he lets out a low growl, squeezes your ass harshly and bids a quick farewell to the others.
he drags you round to the back of the stands and combined with the shadows of the trailers, no one would know that you were there. still, the thrill of getting caught thrums through both of your veins. heated kisses and groans between the two of you are exchanged, before you suck a harsh kiss on his sweat coated neck and drop to your knees. rhett goes to unbuckle his vest and slip off his gloves, but you grab his wrist and gasp out.
“no, no. don’t.”
a smug smile twitches on rhett’s lips. “why, darlin’?”
“you just… fuck. y’ looked s’ fuckin’ hot out there, rhett. i need it, i need all of you.”
you don’t know if what you’re saying is even making any sense. you’re just desperate for him and your mind is spinning.
through the shadowed light, you can still see rhett’s smug smile as his eyes gleam down at you. his gloved hands are rough on your cheeks as he cups your chin. his thumb prods on your bottom lip and you can taste the bitter leather. “alright, little darlin’. go ahead, show the winnin’ cowboy how it’s done.”
he gives your chin a squeeze before snaking his hand round to gather your hair and create a makeshift ponytail, letting you have full and complete access to his already straining cock. you twist your fingers under his chaps and go to un-do his big, shiny, belt buckle. it shimmers in the low light and the sound of it clanking against itself to reveal his painfully hard cock, has you drooling.
you can’t wait to leave with your knees bruised and dirtied from the rough ground, and his belt buckle imprinted on your rosy and hot cheeks.
tee hee 🤭 i’m so pleased to hear you enjoyed it so much, to the point of pearl clutching! 💗
had a thought today: giving rhett the sloppiest blow job while he’s wearing his riding chaps!!!! like right after he’s finished riding and you pull him back into the shadows somewhere and your knees are in the dirt and you only unzip his fly to pull him out because you wanna keep the entire image of him: beat up cowboy hat, riding vest, worn in jeans, his chaps, and that big ol’ belt buckle 🤤
→ a/n: good LORD dear anon! yes, yes and yes again! 🤤 there was something about the new outer range trailer and seeing him in his full get up, that made me remember just how delicious he looks in the full outfit 🤤 he deserves the sloppiest of blowjobs looking like that! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌
→ c/w: smut and blowjobs.
rhett just had a winning ride.
after any ride he’s pumping full of adrenaline and desperate to get his hands on you, but a winning ride brings out this animalistic need in him, and you. you waste no time in running up to him, giving him a congratulatory and heated kiss, before whispering in his ear about how desperately you want him right now. you know that he wants you the very same as he lets out a low growl, squeezes your ass harshly and bids a quick farewell to the others.
he drags you round to the back of the stands and combined with the shadows of the trailers, no one would know that you were there. still, the thrill of getting caught thrums through both of your veins. heated kisses and groans between the two of you are exchanged, before you suck a harsh kiss on his sweat coated neck and drop to your knees. rhett goes to unbuckle his vest and slip off his gloves, but you grab his wrist and gasp out.
“no, no. don’t.”
a smug smile twitches on rhett’s lips. “why, darlin’?”
“you just… fuck. y’ looked s’ fuckin’ hot out there, rhett. i need it, i need all of you.”
you don’t know if what you’re saying is even making any sense. you’re just desperate for him and your mind is spinning.
through the shadowed light, you can still see rhett’s smug smile as his eyes gleam down at you. his gloved hands are rough on your cheeks as he cups your chin. his thumb prods on your bottom lip and you can taste the bitter leather. “alright, little darlin’. go ahead, show the winnin’ cowboy how it’s done.”
he gives your chin a squeeze before snaking his hand round to gather your hair and create a makeshift ponytail, letting you have full and complete access to his already straining cock. you twist your fingers under his chaps and go to un-do his big, shiny, belt buckle. it shimmers in the low light and the sound of it clanking against itself to reveal his painfully hard cock, has you drooling.
you can’t wait to leave with your knees bruised and dirtied from the rough ground, and his belt buckle imprinted on your rosy and hot cheeks.
I've been rattling my brain all afternoon trying to figure out WHERE Rhett is in this scene because I KNOW I've seen that paint color somewhere. And I finally figured it out.
Look at this set photo of the Abbott living room and the room adjacent to it, Cecelia's office. The paint is the same.
You can see the bookshelf peeking out, and even though it's blurry, it clearly has the same shape and color. AND You can see the wooden Threshold that Rhett's head is up against.
MEANING that he's standing in between Cecelia's office and the living room. Whatever he's looking at is in the living room.
had a thought today: giving rhett the sloppiest blow job while he’s wearing his riding chaps!!!! like right after he’s finished riding and you pull him back into the shadows somewhere and your knees are in the dirt and you only unzip his fly to pull him out because you wanna keep the entire image of him: beat up cowboy hat, riding vest, worn in jeans, his chaps, and that big ol’ belt buckle 🤤
→ a/n: good LORD dear anon! yes, yes and yes again! 🤤 there was something about the new outer range trailer and seeing him in his full get up, that made me remember just how delicious he looks in the full outfit 🤤 he deserves the sloppiest of blowjobs looking like that! thank you so much for this delicious thot my dear anon! 💌
→ c/w: smut and blowjobs.
rhett just had a winning ride.
after any ride he’s pumping full of adrenaline and desperate to get his hands on you, but a winning ride brings out this animalistic need in him, and you. you waste no time in running up to him, giving him a congratulatory and heated kiss, before whispering in his ear about how desperately you want him right now. you know that he wants you the very same as he lets out a low growl, squeezes your ass harshly and bids a quick farewell to the others.
he drags you round to the back of the stands and combined with the shadows of the trailers, no one would know that you were there. still, the thrill of getting caught thrums through both of your veins. heated kisses and groans between the two of you are exchanged, before you suck a harsh kiss on his sweat coated neck and drop to your knees. rhett goes to unbuckle his vest and slip off his gloves, but you grab his wrist and gasp out.
“no, no. don’t.”
a smug smile twitches on rhett’s lips. “why, darlin’?”
“you just… fuck. y’ looked s’ fuckin’ hot out there, rhett. i need it, i need all of you.”
you don’t know if what you’re saying is even making any sense. you’re just desperate for him and your mind is spinning.
through the shadowed light, you can still see rhett’s smug smile as his eyes gleam down at you. his gloved hands are rough on your cheeks as he cups your chin. his thumb prods on your bottom lip and you can taste the bitter leather. “alright, little darlin’. go ahead, show the winnin’ cowboy how it’s done.”
he gives your chin a squeeze before snaking his hand round to gather your hair and create a makeshift ponytail, letting you have full and complete access to his already straining cock. you twist your fingers under his chaps and go to un-do his big, shiny, belt buckle. it shimmers in the low light and the sound of it clanking against itself to reveal his painfully hard cock, has you drooling.
you can’t wait to leave with your knees bruised and dirtied from the rough ground, and his belt buckle imprinted on your rosy and hot cheeks.
i’m so pleased to hear that we’re on the same page rn, my love 🤭
Sebbie my love it's been a while but I feel as though I should send a little something about our dear Miles Miller because it's just so cute!!!
You and Miles adore your sons, Benny and Jesse to no end and of course Miles is over the moon when he finds out you're pregnant again. He notices however, that in the early months, you're a little bit bigger than you were with your sons and he keeps telling you that he thinks you're having twins. Sure enough, when you two wind up in the doctor's office to find out, you're shocked to find out that Miles was right.
You two couldn't be more excited to be getting the nursery together and Benny and Jesse are excited to have new siblings in the house. You and Miles love rattling off the old wives' tales about whether it'll be girls, boys or one of each. He loves to feel the babies kicking and on nights when they're particularly restless, he'll sing them to sleep.
On a gorgeous spring day when it's so warm that you can finally have the windows open at night, you and Miles welcome two perfect little girls, Alice and Esther, into your family, named for both of Miles's grandmothers. They have Miles and their brothers wrapped around their fingers from day one and neither Benny nor Jesse can go to sleep at night without giving their sisters kisses before bed.
Their nursery is full of soft pinks and yellows and their cribs have the fake roses coiled around their bedrails and their dresser full of pretty little dresses that Miles's mother and aunts all made, just as they did for Benny and Jesse.
oh goodness, this is so soft and precious to me, i love this so much! 🥹 i’ve been feeling all domestic this weekend and i just love thinking about the little home, filled with love and soft decor, that you and miles have so peacefully created, with your ever growing family.
thank you so much for this sweet thought my love! 💌
ooooooh! my love! how exciting! i love birthday cellys! 🥹 i’m wishing you a very, very happy birthday and i cannot wait to send in some goodies! mwah! 💗🫶🏻
𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄!
my birthday is next week, and i'd love to celebrate with y'all so from now until the end of april, i'd love for you to send one of the below requests into my inbox 🩵
prompts – send in a smut (here, here, here, and here) or fluff prompt and a character i write for. and if you're not sure, you can look at my masterlist.
(you're also welcome to request these for one of my existing universes, i.e. batman bob, rockstar rhett, supernova natasha and bob, etc.)
dealer's choice drabbles – ask me to write a drabble of my choice for one of my ongoing or completed fics.
mini playlists – send me a 🪩 and a word/phrase/character and i'll make a mini playlist for you.
made-up fics – send in a character and (a) an au, (b) a romance trope, or (c) a Taylor Swift song and i'll say what i'd write.
mood boards – mutuals only, send me a 🍾 and i'll make you a mood board for a character and vibe of your choice.
if you have any questions or have a fun idea that's not on the list, please send me an ask. and also, be patient with me because i'm just a girl 😌 minors and ageless blogs dni as usual, but otherwise, open to everyone.
so excited to celebrate with y'all!
tagging some mutuals for posterity: @callsignspark @theharddeck @sometimesanalice @gretagerwigsmuse @withahappyrefrain @lewmagoo @rhettabbotts @ryebecca @roosterbruiser @attapullman @bobfloydsbabe @sebsxphia @bradshawsbaby