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lewmagoo · 5 months

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try a little tenderness | rhett abbott

description: in which you take care of each other in different ways

pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader

warnings: 18+ only, slight angst, very brief mention of religious trauma, rhett's childhood trauma, smut, dom/sub undertones, rhett is a switch, mention of kink play, oral (m receiving), deep throating, cum swallowing

notes: just a self-indulgent little somethin'-somethin' with some holiday vibes to go along with it. hope y'all enjoy

You were barely holding it together.

The rain that poured from the dreary sky seemed to encapsulate your mood as you made your way home from work that evening. It was mid-November, and the weather was just beginning to make its shift into winter.

On your little homestead, you and your husband had been battening down the hatches, preparing the house and the surrounding property for the onslaught of frigid temperatures and snow storms that were sure to blow in over the next few weeks.

Wyoming winters were long and hard. But somehow, you didn’t mind them that much. Not when you had your little farmhouse to snuggle into on days when the weather got bad. You’d moved into the house when you and Rhett had first gotten married. Although it was a house that had been in your family for years, it was a fixer-upper, and everyone had told you that you were wasting your money. But the two of you were determined to make a home out of it. And you had. It was a safe haven for both of you.

And now, you were running to it, seeking refuge in its warmth, and in the comfort of your husband’s arms, because he was what made it a home.

They say home is where the heart is. He was your heart.

He was so much steadier than you were. At the moment, you felt incredibly fragile. As if a gust of cold wind would shatter you into millions of tiny pieces and leave Rhett to have to pick up those pieces and painstakingly glue you back together.

You’d been trying, but failing, to hold in your tears the entire thirty-minute drive home. You couldn’t even bring yourself to turn on your driving playlist to occupy the silence, you were simply too overwhelmed and needed the peace and quiet.

All you could think about was how deeply you longed to be in Rhett’s comforting embrace. He was the only one who could console you when you were like this. And he loved being that for you. Knowing he was your source of comfort above all others made him feel special. It made him feel needed.

It was him you depended on. Him you allowed to see you at your most vulnerable. He cherished those moments. Even though it pained him to see you suffering, it brought him some semblance of peace to know that he was providing you comfort.

He knew that things had been difficult for you as of late. You were at a crossroads in your life, forced to make some hard decisions that had been weighing heavily on you. You’d spent countless hours agonizing over them.

Sometimes, it felt as if your only easy choice in life had been choosing to marry Rhett. You’d known beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. He was good. He was kind. And he loved you. Did he come with his fair share of struggles? Absolutely. But that was what made him human. All the things he had been through had shaped him into the perfect man for you.

You had both gone through hell to get to each other. Your souls were bonded together, forged in the fires of great tribulation. But you were stronger together because of it.

You had built a life together. One of peace and security, far away from those who had wronged you. Rhett had distanced himself from his family. He only kept in contact with his mother and his niece.

Gone were the days of walking on eggshells, trying to avoid knock-down drag-out arguments with his brother. He didn’t have to use that sort of caution with you, because you never treated him that way. He’d learned how to communicate his feelings, rather than fight about them. There were never screaming matches within the walls of your home. Never a raised voice. Never a harmful hand laid upon the other.

It was a place of solace. And that was why you were running to it.

As you pulled into the driveway, the rain gave way as the first flakes of November snow began to swirl from the sky. Normally, you would stop to admire them, but you hardly even noticed the white flurries as you pulled into the carport next to the house.

Your eyes were blurring with hot tears, and all you wanted was to get inside, to find Rhett and fall into his arms. But as you climbed out of the car, the strap of your bag got caught on the gearshift. You didn’t notice until it was too late, and in a very dramatic turn of events, the force of the catch was enough to send you stumbling. On the way down, your ribs clashed with the bottom edge of your car, sending sharp pain blossoming through your torso.

You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut as you breathed through the ache. Meanwhile, Rhett was inside the house, having just seen the flash of your headlights in the window, signaling that you’d arrived home. Eagerly, he headed to the kitchen, with the intent of making dinner, because it was his night to do so. He was making grilled cheese, the one thing he had finally mastered in the kitchen, and he wanted it to be nice and hot for you, so he’d waited until that moment to begin preparing dinner.

But as he set to work, he noticed that it was taking you a while to come inside. Curious, he glanced out the window that overlooked the carport, and to his surprise, he saw you on the ground next to your car.

His jovial mood dissipated, replaced with concern. Without hesitation, he hurried to the door, where he shoved his feet into his worn, old boots and then wrenched the door open.

“Darlin’?” He called out, as he stepped outside, boots crunching on gravel. Quickly, he rounded your car, which gave him a full view of you crumpled on the ground, crying. Immediately, he was rushing to your aid. “What happened?! Are y’alright?”

He knelt beside you, wide-eyed, searching your body for any signs of outward harm. His protective instincts had kicked in.

“I-I fell,” you managed to whimper out. Honestly, it wasn’t even the fact that you’d fallen that kept you on the ground. It was the fact that you were entirely depleted of physical and emotional strength, and once you’d hit the ground, you couldn’t bring yourself to stand back up.

“Are ya hurt?” That was his biggest concern. He’d drive you to the hospital if he had to.

Your bottom lip wobbled as a fresh wave of tears poured down your weather-cooled cheeks. “A-a little,” came your response. You knew that your ribs were going to bruise.

“Hospital hurt?”

“No.”

Rhett nodded, relaxing a little. “Alright. I’ll help ya up. Let’s get inside where it’s warm.”

Lovingly, he helped you to your feet, securing his arm around your waist, and grabbing your bag from the car before he led you into the house. The warmth washed over you immediately. You hadn’t realized how cold you were, but the slight tingle in your fingertips told you that you had certainly gotten a chill from outside.

Rhett closed the door behind you, effectively shutting out the cold. You stood there in the entryway, unmoving as you felt another wave of tears overcome you. Your husband hadn’t noticed yet, as he was taking off his boots, but when he stood up, he saw you frozen in place.

“What’s the matter, pun’kin?” He asked. His pronunciation of pumpkin, the sweet nickname he’d given you years ago when you were still dating.

His gentle concern was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Immediately, you turned, surging forward into his arms. It caught him by surprise, but he quickly recovered, wrapping you up in his embrace. You melted into a fit of sobs, burying your face against his broad chest.

“Hey now, I’ve got’ya. Ain’t never gonna let you go.”

His assurance only made you cry harder. You loved him so much. He was so good to you.

His hand, large and warm, came up to cradle the back of your head, and he slowly rocked from side to side, soothing you with a quiet “shh” as he let you cry. He didn’t inundate you with questions, although he did want to know what had you weeping so brokenly in his arms. It made his heart ache.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there in the entryway. It could’ve been a few minutes. It could’ve been a whole hour. But the comfort his embrace brought you was welcome. It calmed you down considerably.

After a while, you finally pulled back, lifting your face from his now tear-soaked shirt. His expression was soft, his lashes fluttering as he lifted his hand to dry what was left of your tears.

“Somebody make you cry?” He asked. He’d give them what-for if they had.

“I-it’s just…oh, it’s everything,” you whimpered. “Work sucked today, I felt like I was in fuckin’ purgatory. I don’t…I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”

Rhett sighed softly. Seeing you in pain made him feel so powerless. While he knew that he was providing you comfort, he still wished he could take all the hurt away. You didn’t deserve any of it. “I’m sorry.” He leaned in to kiss your forehead.

And then, “Let me take care of ya. ‘ve already got dinner started. How does a bath sound? I’ll get ya set up and then finish dinner so you can eat.”

“Good,” you whispered, as if you couldn’t find the strength to speak louder.

With a nod, Rhett set to work. “C’mon, let’s get you out of all these layers.”

He began carefully undoing your coat, which he removed from your body and promptly hung on the little coat rack by the door. Then he pulled your hat off your head and placed it on the pegboard that also housed different sets of keys.

He guided you to sit down on the bench near the shoe organizer, and there, he knelt before you, unlacing your boots. You watched him so tenderly, so reverently, care for you, and again, you felt yourself welling up with tears.

You hadn’t retained much from the time you’d spent growing up in church, aside from some trauma and a distaste for religion. But one Bible verse in particular popped into your head as you watched your husband remove your shoes. Most men will proclaim every one his own goodness: But a faithful man who can find?

Rhett never asked for anything. He never bragged about himself or his accomplishments. He was good and kind. A little rough around the edges, but he treated you like royalty, and respected you deeply. He was faithful to you, and to the homestead you had built together. He didn’t wander. He didn’t seek intimacy in the arms of another. He was anchored to you, for better or worse.

And now he was guiding you up the stairs and to the bedroom, his arm secure around your waist, part of him always touching you. Grounding you. He guided you to sit on the bed, leaving a kiss against the top of your head before he sauntered over to the dresser to choose some pajamas for you.

You were in a haze, brought on by the rush of emotions you had experienced. Sleepy from crying, frazzled from your stress. You were lucky that Rhett was there to help you, because you felt so pathetic and incapable of caring for yourself in this state. You could manage alone if you had to, but you didn’t have to. As long as your husband was around, you’d never have to worry about being alone.

“You want to wear these, or these?” He asked, holding up a set of Christmas pajamas that were your own, and a pair of sweatpants and one of his Henleys.

Of course, you chose the sweats and his shirt, because you wanted to be entirely surrounded by everything that was him.

With your pajamas picked out, he guided you to the bathroom, where he had you sit upon the closed toilet seat while he began filling the tub, making sure the water was the perfect temperature. In the process, he grabbed the little space heater you kept in the bedroom, and he set it up in the corner of the bathroom, to warm up the cold tiles so you wouldn’t catch a chill.

You smiled fondly at his attentiveness. “I love you,” you spoke.

He paused, his face softening, his eyes fluttering. “And I love you, pun’kin.” He kissed the top of your head before he motioned for you to stand. There, he began undressing you, and you allowed him to, because you didn’t have the energy to do it yourself.

After the bath was filled, and the bubbles were in, he guided you into the water. “I’m gonna’ go finish makin’ us dinner, alright?”

But you frowned at that. “No, wan’ you to get in with me.”

“And I’d love to get in with ya, but you haven’t eaten anything since your lunch break, right?”

Sheepishly, you nodded. “Since 11:30 actually.”

“Uh-huh, exactly. That’s why I’m feedin’ you dinner. Ain’t no way I’m lettin’ my baby starve.” Another kiss was left upon your head. “Just relax and enjoy your bath. I’ll be back in a few to help ya get dressed. Then we can eat.”

That piqued your interest. “Can we watch a holiday movie?” You asked.

He hummed, a twinkle in his eye. “‘course we can, sweet thing.”

As he turned to leave, you spoke up. “Hey, Rhett?”

In the doorway, he turned. “Hm?”

“Thank you for takin’ care of me.”

He shook his head. “That ain’t somethin’ you need to thank me for. Carin’ for you is my job, and I’m always gonna do it.”

What a man he was. Once he left the room, you found yourself reflecting upon how blessed you were to have him. When you’d first met him, he was a broken man with so much love to give, but no one to bestow it upon, except for his niece. But she wasn’t his child, so he found himself holding back, because even though he didn’t agree with the way his brother parented her, he didn’t want to overstep.

Of course, he would’ve made a better father to Amy than Perry ever could. But that was neither here nor there. Now, Rhett barely spoke to his brother. For his own well-being, he’d cut ties with Royal and Perry. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, but he was better now because of it.

There were behaviors he’d worked hard to unlearn after he entered into a relationship with you. Trouble communicating and processing his emotions was the most glaring issue. Those first few years together were no picnic. You had argued often. All you asked for was for him to be open and honest with you. He bucked against it like an untamed horse. The thought of being exposed and vulnerable in that way terrified him.

He didn’t want you to see the wounded, ugly parts of him. Didn’t want you to see him cry, because his father had drilled into his head that showing emotion was feminine. Men don’t cry, he’d tell his son. It was simply because he didn’t want to deal with Rhett’s emotional nature.

Rhett, who had always been a sensitive soul, learned to hide that sensitivity early on. Don’t cry, for fear of being told “I’ll give you somethin’ to cry about.”

In recent years, since Amy was born, Royal had softened a bit. But he was still just as hard on his youngest son. Rhett was the workhorse. The dependable one. The one who would grit his teeth and get the job done without complaining.

And God forbid if he tried to complain. Royal wasn’t one for physical violence, it just wasn’t in his nature. But when Rhett was seventeen years old, he’d gotten fed up with the verbal lashing from his father. It was the first time he’d really tried to stand up for himself and tell Royal to shove it, in not-so-delicate terms. But it hadn’t ended well. Royal had backhanded Rhett so hard he saw stars, and ended up with a bloody lip.

The man had felt bad about his reaction, but the thing about Royal Abbott was, he didn’t apologize. It wasn’t in his nature. Rhett couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever heard ‘I’m sorry’ come out of his father’s mouth.

That moment was what made Rhett realize he couldn’t stay in such a toxic environment. He longed to leave the confines of the Abbott Ranch behind and pave his own way. But that was easier said than done. A sense of responsibility to his family kept him chained down to Wabang. He seemed to be destined to spend the rest of his days as a bull rider, living in his father’s shadow, busting his ass and receiving nothing in return.

And then he met you.

You made him believe there was more to life. You made him believe he could chase his dreams and achieve them. You made him believe in himself.

He had learned so much from you. And through you, he had found freedom. You were the first person, aside from Amy, who’d ever truly believed in him. And here he’d spend the better part of ten years pining after a girl named Maria, who had never and would never return his affection

He remembered being so glad when she returned to town after being at college for the last few years. He thought maybe things would be different. Maybe she would see him for who he was and finally reciprocate his feelings.

But all she’d done was string him along and make him feel like shit for never leaving Wabang. In the end, she lost any interest she might’ve had in Rhett, leaving him dejected.

And then you showed up. You were new in town. Your grandparents had just bought a new house in Florida, but still had yet to successfully sell their ranch. While they transitioned to a new house in a new state, they asked you if you would be willing to stay at their place until it sold. Dissatisfied with your current job and living situation, you agreed.

Soon, you found yourself in an unfamiliar town in Wyoming, the last place you ever thought you’d be. You got a job through Amelia Elementary School, teaching piano. One of your students was Amy Abbott, and this was how you met her uncle, Rhett.

You should have known it from the second you saw him. He appeared rough and tumble, but when he introduced himself to you, his eyes, bright and blue, were soft, and you swore you saw the hint of a blush in the apples of his cheeks.

That was what did you in. There was a softness to him that tugged on your heartstrings. You had Amy twice a week for lessons. Rhett picked her up each time, and you found yourself looking forward to seeing him.

Over the course of the next few months, he swallowed his fear of rejection and worked up the courage to ask you to go for coffee. Rhett wasn’t a fan of the fancy lattes and whatnot that Two Horns Coffee sold in downtown Wabang, but he’d noticed you often had a coffee cup from the place in hand, and he wanted to take you somewhere you liked.

That was how he found himself seated in a quaint little cafe that totally wasn’t his style, in favor of getting to know you. That day, you talked for hours, until the coffee shop employees were shooing you out because it was closing time. And after that, you walked through the town and continued talking.

Rhett wasn’t loud or boisterous or pompous. He was quiet and gentle. He was shy, which surprised you. He seemed so confident, but really, it was all a front. Everyone perceived him a certain way. He was the promiscuous bull rider with a new buckle bunny in his bed every night.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. He admitted to you that he hadn’t slept with anyone since Maria a few months ago, and before her, the last time anyone had been in his bed was the night of his 21st birthday. Some girl he barely knew.

His family’s perception of his promiscuity stemmed from that instance, where Royal had caught the girl sneaking off early in the morning. Since then, Rhett hadn’t been able to live it down. In the minds of his family, he was the man-whoring problem child.

Rhett never bothered to correct them, because what was the use?

But when you looked at him, you saw him. The real him. Shy and slightly awkward. Fidgety, unable to sit still. Kind and loving. Determined.

He liked that. He felt seen and heard with you. He never felt like a burden. And because of this, he found himself drawn to you more and more. Soon enough, a romance blossomed between you. While it had its ups and downs, there was no doubt in each other’s minds that this was it. You were bonded for the rest of your lives.

Your wedding came not long after. An intimate occasion with your closest friends and family. A beautiful ceremony in the mountains. After that, you moved into the home you’d been staying in since you moved to Wabang. As it turned out, your grandparents’ little ranch never sold, which left you and Rhett to move into it.

You offered to pay in full for it, but your grandparents wouldn’t hear of it, insisting it was your wedding gift. The house did, however, need a lot of renovations, and that was where a lot of your money went.

Since then, you had turned the house into everything you’d always dreamed of, and you’d started a wholesome life within its walls.

Here Rhett was, thinking he needed to leave Wabang. But in reality, it wasn’t his hometown that he needed to distance himself from. Miraculously, his mental well-being increased tenfold when he escaped from beneath Royal’s thumb and started living his own life.

And that was the thing of it, too. Rhett had a purpose here, on your little ranch. He could cultivate that intrinsic need to take care of things. He could take care of the land. He could take care of the animals. The only animals you had were your horse, Marabel, and Rhett’s horse, Esmeralda. But he had hopes of one day opening a horse sanctuary on your land.

That was his dream. Not professional bull riding, like he’d spent so long trying to convince himself of. He loved horses, and wanted to do everything he could to help the animals that had always meant so much to him.

He was working toward making that dream a reality. And someday soon, it would be.

It was amazing to see the difference in him, since he’d started chasing after what he loved. He was no longer a man chained down to a life he didn’t want. He’d found a sense of freedom, and now, he was happier than he’d ever been.

Yes, he had you to thank for it. But really, the determination to live a better life came from him. You were simply the one that lit the fire beneath him. Now he was a roaring flame, burning brighter than the sun.

You were so proud of how far he’d come. And he was proud of himself, too. He had every right to be.

He’d taken his ranch expertise and found a job at a horse ranch just outside of town. This allowed him to continuously be around the animals that he loved, while also making money. The owner was quite well off, and was paying Rhett handsomely.

For the first time in his life, he was making a steady income, and he could provide for not only himself, but for you as well. You had your own job, and could hold your own, of course. But Rhett liked knowing he could take care of you. And you appreciated it. Coming from a family who’d never uttered so much as a thank you for all he did, it was refreshing to have someone express their unending gratitude for his care.

Something as simple as making you grilled cheese for dinner made his heart soar, because after a difficult day, you were depending on him to care and provide for you. And he’d be damned if he was going to let you fend for yourself.

Watching you struggle had been hard for him. He hated seeing you in such a state of unrest. The changing of the seasons didn’t help, either. You were always hit with a bad wave of seasonal depression as soon as the clocks fell back. The early darkness made you sad.

So Rhett did all he could to help you bear that burden. And tonight, he was determined to help you feel better. While you enjoyed your bath, he set to work finishing up dinner preparations. A little while later, with sandwiches at the ready and the living room set up with blankets and pillows, he rejoined you in the bathroom.

“Hey, pun’kin. Y’ready?” He asked.

You smiled sleepily at him. “Mhm.”

So, he began the process of helping you out of the tub. He toweled you off, and then reverently smoothed your favorite lotion onto your skin. You were in a state of bliss as his large, but gentle, hands traveled over your body. He aided you in changing into your pajamas, and then he pulled a pair of cozy socks onto your feet.

“C’mon now, let’s go eat ‘fore it gets cold.”

With that, he bent to shut off the space heater before he guided you out of the bathroom and down the stairs. When you walked into the living room, you couldn’t help but smile. He’d spread multiple blankets and pillows across the couch, creating a soft, cozy resting place. The fireplace was roaring, the low lights were on, and when you glanced at the window, you saw the snow was now falling in white sheets, making you feel as if you were inside a snow globe.

“Oh, this is perfect,” you whispered.

Rhett beamed. “Go on, have a seat. I’ll get ya a drink. What do you want? Coke Zero? Some sweet tea?”

“Tea, please!” You quickly replied. One of the things Rhett could make besides grilled cheese was a mean sweet tea. Not too sweet, with just enough tea flavor that it wasn’t overpowering. It was your favorite.

“Comin’ right up, chickadee.”

As you settled into the soft blankets on the couch, Rhett hurried to grab drinks for both of you. Soon, he was rejoining you, presenting you with a glass of tea, complete with a straw. You thanked him, and he smiled before he set about selecting a holiday movie. The 1947 version of Miracle on 34th Street was his choice, and soon, you were cuddled up together as the opening credits rolled, enjoying your dinner of grilled cheese.

And just for a little while, things didn’t seem so bad. The harsh reality of life was dulled if only for a time, softened by the sweet delicateness of this moment shared between you.

After you finished your food, you curled into Rhett’s side, your head on his shoulder. Content, he rested his cheek atop your head. You knew it was inevitable that he’d fall asleep. With a full tummy, and a cozy couch beneath him, he was sure to doze off. Rhett liked to stay busy, so during moments when he wasn’t, such as sitting down to watch a movie, he would almost always fall asleep. Years of being a workin’ man will do that to a body.

He expected you to fall asleep, too. You’d had such a difficult day, and he was fully prepared to spend the rest of the night asleep on the couch with you.

However, you were still wide awake as the movie neared the ending. Instead of drowsiness, you were filled with immense gratefulness. Rhett had come home from a long day of working in the cold, and had prepared you dinner and ran you a bath, simply because you’d had a bad day. He didn’t have to do such things, but he wanted to.

He didn’t expect you to turn cartwheels and thank him in some dramatic way, but as you lay curled against him, you were struck with an idea. Albeit a mischievous one.

You shifted, moving to glance at him. He was barely awake, his big, round eyes droopy. But then you began to nuzzle against him, kissing his jaw lightly. At first, he didn’t think anything of it. But then, one of your hands worked its way beneath the hem of his shirt, rubbing at the skin there.

“Your hands are wanderin’,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“I know,” you replied with a smile.

“What’re you doin’, girl?” He continued as your hand went toward his chest.

“Can’t I touch my man?”

“Sure y’can. But with you there’s always some ulterior motive. Little tease.”

He let out the softest of surprised squeaks when you tweaked his nipples, feeling them harden beneath your touch. “Not teasing. Just exploring.” Your lips attached to his jaw again, where you kissed and nipped at the scruffy skin.

He began to melt beneath you, always a sucker for your loving touch. Your wandering hand trailed down his abdomen, and stopped just above the waistband of his plaid lounge pants.

“Darlin’…” he warned, as your fingers swirled through the light dusting of hair that led down into his pants.

“What?” Deft fingers traveled beneath the band of elastic. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, which pleased you greatly, and gave you easy access. You brushed against the base of his cock, gripping onto it purposefully. He sucked in a breath, his hips jolting.

“Just wanted to thank you,” you hummed against his neck. “Always take such good care of me. Thought I’d take care of you.”

You stroked him once. Twice. Palm running over silky skin. You longed to feel him grow in your hand. It was so erotic to you. Holding that thick, beautiful cock of his while it swelled to full hardness.

“Wanna see it,” you spoke again.

Rhett lifted his hips off the couch and haphazardly pushed his pants down toward his thighs. That was all you needed. His lower half was exposed, just enough for you to free him from the confines. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you languidly ran your hand up and down, resting your head on his chest as you watched him harden.

God, you wanted to worship him. So that was what you did.

You turned, moving to trail kisses down his smooth chest, stopping to leave a kiss against the raised scar that sat upon his shoulder. An unfortunate accident with a bull some years back.

Then you went lower, lower, lower. Hands exploring, lips traveling. Soon, you were kneeling between his strong thighs, gazing up at him. You tugged his pants the rest of the way down, discarding them entirely so you could have uninhibited access.

“S’pretty,” you hummed, as you admired him. It took him a moment to realize you were talking about his cock. His cheeks turned a shade of pink. But his bashfulness was soon forgotten when you leaned forward and began kissing along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, offering tentative kitten licks as you went.

He watched as you rubbed your cheek against him, nuzzling him as you kissed at his sensitive balls. You wanted to take a moment to truly appreciate what was before you. Standing tall and proud, something Rhett had every right to boast about if he wanted.

But he didn’t. And that was where you came in, talking him up because you loved the way it rendered him speechless and blushing.

“So big, I don’t know how it even fits inside me,” you mused. And it was the truth. But he was careful when he fucked you, never wanting to hurt you. Of course, that didn’t mean he was gentle. He had his gentle moments when you needed them, but he also had his moments where he fucked you within an inch of your life. You loved the balance. And you loved that he was mindful of what your body could handle. He’d never push you past your limits. Getting you to safeword was not the end goal. He wanted you to be able to enjoy intense scenes, without being pushed too far to the point where it took you out of the moment.

Together, you had built a steady trust in each other, with boundaries put in place. Even in the midst of those scenes, you felt safe with Rhett. Protected. Even in the throes of intense passion, he was still looking out for you.

But sometimes, something simple was all you needed. Like now, for instance. Lazily mouthing at his dick, relishing in the sharp saltiness on your tongue, and the deep muskiness that could only be described as Rhett. There was something so manly about it, and it sent a needy ache thrumming through your core.

Meanwhile, Rhett was blissed out above you, torn between admiring you between his legs, and letting his head fall back against the couch as he relished in the feeling of your warm, wet mouth. Sinful and heavenly all at once.

After spending time kissing and licking at him, you finally moved to focus on his tip, blushed and glimmering in the low light. Eyes flickering up to meet his hooded gaze, you parted your lips and very slowly began to swirl your tongue around him. Making a show of it, you focused your attention on the slit, tongue flicking back and forth until you were rewarded with a bead of precum, which you eagerly lapped up.

“Oh, oh darlin’,” he breathed, hands gripping at the blankets beneath him. “You an’ that mouth of yours.”

You hummed around him, closing your lips around the tip and suckling softly before you began inching your way down. Being able to deep-throat him had taken practice. You remembered the way he reacted when you first took all of him. Unbeknownst to him, you’d been using a toy that was roughly the same size as him, training your throat to be able to take him.

Now you could take him like a champ, and it drove him wild.

Slowly, slowly, you took more of him, relaxing your throat, until your nose was pressed against the gathering of dark hair around the base. He kept himself neatly groomed, but left just enough behind because he knew how much you loved it.

“‘at’s it, atta girl,” he graveled, fighting the urge to place his hand atop your head and hold you in place. But he would soon quickly lose that air of dominance to you.

You swallowed around him, which stole the air from his lungs, before you pulled back, kissing at the tip, wet with your spit. As you took a moment to catch your breath, you brought a hand up to toy with his heavy balls.

“Ha!” He gasped, and you couldn’t help but grin.

“Sensitive?” You asked.

“Uh-huh,” he answered. “Ain’t had ‘em played with in a while.”

“Oh, honey,” you cooed, mouth still against the soft skin of his cock. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I? Haven’t played with these big sensitive balls. Haven’t milked the cum out of them in so long.”

“F-fuck!” You’d taken him all the way to the hilt again without warning.

It was true. It had been a while. It had been a crazy few weeks for both of you, and you hadn’t had time to really enjoy each other in the way that you wanted. A few quickies here and there hadn’t satisfied that burning desire you held for one another.

Rhett didn’t like getting off without you. Sometimes, he would, if he was ever out of town or vice versa. But he much preferred being with you. He craved you. Fantasized about you. Wanted only you. His hand didn’t cut it. Your mouth and pussy were what he wanted.

And oh, how good your mouth was. You knew exactly how to pleasure him. Knew he loved when you swirled your tongue against the underside of his tip, where he was most sensitive. Knew he couldn’t get enough of your hands on his balls while you took him down your throat. Knew he loved when you rubbed your face all over his dick.

When you pulled your mouth off of him again, you rubbed the tip all over your lips, kissing softly, humming against him. Then you went back to tonguing the underside, and he gasped sharply, hips jolting.

You took that opportunity to close your mouth around him and let him slide naturally to the back of your throat again. You used your other hand to massage down his shaft as you pulled back up, never leaving him without a moment of stimulation.

“Y’ keep doin’ that and I won’t last,” he warned.

“That’s the idea,” you replied with a smile.

He moaned softly, letting his head fall back as you swallowed around him. This time, you stayed down longer, gulping as you did, and the sound drove him wild. You were drooling all over him, pulling out all the stops to bring him to the edge.

And it was working. He was so pent up, and you both knew he wasn’t going to last. He’d begun to tremble, his thighs shaking at either side of your head. His hands clenched and unclenched around the blankets he held. His hips had begun to move of their own volition.

“You’re squirming,” you teased.

“Ca-can’t help it,” he stammered. “Your—fuck—your mouth is so g— ah!”

He couldn’t even get the words out. You kept pressing your tongue against that damn spot, knowing it would get him all worked up. He was losing his coherence the longer it went on. Mumbled half phrases, with gasps and whines mixed in. It was so easy to work him up like this. He was always so responsive.

Interestingly enough, he hadn’t always been like this. In the beginning, he’d been more reserved. He was shy about the sounds he made. Ashamed of his whines and whimpers. He was holding back, and you could tell. So, little by little, you encouraged him to be more vocal.

“Wanna hear you. Wanna know it feels good for you,” you’d told him, and he hadn’t really thought of it that way. As much as he loved hearing you and knowing he was making you feel good, he realized you also wanted the same thing from him.

It took him a little while to feel confident enough to freely make those sounds of pleasure, but once he finally got past that hurdle, you couldn’t shut him up if you tried. Not that you wanted to, either.

There was something about this man of few words being unable to remain silent that really got to you. You’d expected him to be all gravelly grunts and groans. And he was. But he whimpered, too. A lot. Especially when you got him feeling really good.

He was so easy to rile up. Whether he was assuming the dominant or submissive role, or just simply making love to you with no kinky games involved. Get him close to orgasm, and sounds would pour from his throat uncontrollably.

Like now, for instance. He was so beautiful this way. His whole body trembling, his eyes rolling back, his mouth open to let out unsteady gasps. You loved how you could reduce him to such a state. This strong, steady man, who’d just so tenderly taken care of you, was now trying to hold it together so he wouldn’t come too soon.

But you wanted it. “Nuh-uh, don’t you hold back,” you told him.

He took a shuddering breath. “Honey…”

“C’mon,” you coaxed, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking quickly. “Know you wanna come in my mouth, wanna watch me swallow all of it.”

And oh, he did. One thing about Rhett was that he loved watching you take his cum. Whether it be smeared across your pretty face, painted onto your chest, dripping out of your pussy, or in your mouth.

Right now, you wanted it in your mouth. And you were determined to get it. Keeping your tongue right against his tip, you tightened your grip on him only slightly, moving your hand with purpose. Your other hand was at his balls again, massaging in time with the hand on his shaft.

His eyes swam with unshed tears, and he gritted his teeth, breathing harshly through his nose. Warmth was beginning to crackle to life at the base of his spine, as if you’d just lit a fuse.

You pulled out all the stops, taking him to the hilt again before you resumed that pleasurable torture against his tip. Alternating back and forth, bringing him closer and closer and closer to the edge, watching through hooded eyes as he lost himself, chest heaving, body trembling.

“C-close,” he gasped.

“Come down my throat,” you urged, before you placed his cock against your tongue, stroking hard and fast as you brought him toward his end.

Rhett gazed down at you, and you caught his eye, your face pleading as you eagerly awaited his load. He could barely take the sight, and he threw his head back, groaning deeply. “F-fuck, darlin’, I’m—”

And then he whined. Keening high in his chest, his hips shunted forward. You could feel him pulse beneath your touch, and in an instant, you closed your mouth around him, creating a seal so that nothing would escape. You took all he had to give, swallowing every last drop of his seed like the good girl you were, all while he gasped and whined and softly sobbed above you.

As he came down, he twitched in your mouth, the sensitivity mounting. He hissed as you pulled off his cock, sucking any remnants of cum from his skin before you released the softening shaft. You pressed a gently kiss to the tip before you innocently looked up at him.

Breathlessly, he swore. “Get up here,” he murmured, and you smiled, climbing up into his lap. He searched for your lips, and you kissed him, letting him taste himself on your tongue. “Mm, nearly sucked m’ soul outta me,” he teased.

“That was the idea,” you said with a giggle.

He leaned in to kiss you again. His eyes were droopy, sleepiness evident in his features. “Should return the favor,” he continued when he broke the kiss, but you shook your head.

“Uh-uh, that was my way of thanking you for taking care of me. We’re even.”

“But I wan’...” he paused to yawn, “wan’ make you feel good, too.”

“Tomorrow,” you promised. “For now, let’s just rest.” Another kiss was pressed to his lips before you reluctantly slid off him to retrieve his pants from the floor. You had just enough time to pull them onto his body before he had fallen asleep.

Lovingly, you brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead before you settled down beside him, pulling the blanket over you both. “I love you, cowboy,” you whispered, as you nestled yourself against his side. How grateful you were for him. This good and kind man was all yours. You silently thanked the universe for giving him to you.

And sure enough, the next morning, you woke to his head between your thighs, sending you to a place of absolute, unadulterated bliss.

Yes, you were thankful for him indeed.

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Denture Daddy

CW// implied unspecific sexual relationships, dom/sub talk, use of the word "daddy" and "mommy" in a non-parental form, mentioned hate sex note(s): basically the reader and Jibba (my TADC oc) playing a dumb game of who seems like a dom or sub to pass the time. Jibba can be seen as a bit of a "whore" but he wears it proudly. Rhett (who's mentioned) is another of my TADC ocs. A/N: This whole thing happened all because I wanted to say "denture daddy". I don't expect anyone to give a shit about this. But at the end of the day as long as my friend and I enjoy it, that's all that matters.

Conversations with Jibba was like a game of Russian roulette. You never knew what direction or topic would come up.

Sometimes the conversations were casual, asking how you were doing or if anything fun had happened. But then you’d get conversations about a tiered ranking of who was considered good in bed, only to get whiplash by a simple conversation on whether you were a dog or cat person.

It was a wild ride, to say the least, which is how you got roped into a conversation about your fellow circus captives and whether they fell into dom or sub-category—for shits and giggles that is.

“‘m just sayin’, ya look at Jax ‘n think he’s got this whole sadistic face to ‘im and it turns out he’s just as touch starved as he looks,” Jibba stated.

Right, they were sleeping together—something about hate fucking because of their prank war or some shit. Neither of them was very subtle about their pranks or their “hate sex” because if that was hate sex you hated to see what tamed sex was like.

Bunch of emotionally constipated idiots.

Jibba jabbed you with his elbow playfully, getting your attention back on him. “Thoughts on Kinger?”

“Definitely not a dom, in fact, it feels wrong to think about him even having sex.” You shuddered. Kinger felt too much like your dad, and thinking of your parent’s boinking was enough to make you wanna bleach your eyes.

He shrugged and crossed his arms before leaning his chest against your back. “Yea’ it’s like watchin’ ya gramparents be romantic an mushy.”

“Ugh,” you gagged, “why’d you have to make it worse? I was thinking of my dad at least.”

“Oo, you thinkin’ bout ya dad playing twista? Naughty, naughty.” he teased, shooting you a playful smirk.

You elbowed him hard, basking in the pained noise that left him. “You know damn well what I meant.”

Jibba groaned and rubbed his side, you had a mean right elbow. “Yea’ yeah, alright so what ‘bout Rhett?”

“Eye Daddy? Oh, yeah. Total dom, but like not like in that rough way—”

“—but in like a total control way? Oh yeah, ya don’t know how hard I’ve been tryin’ to crack that nut—metaphorically and literally.” Jibba scoffed and used your head as an armrest, staring out at the others doing one of Caine’s dumb lil games.

“Are you just making rounds to everyone?” You didn’t shame Jibba for his sex escapades, if anything good on him for finding some way to tame Jax’s awful behaviour.

“Only the hot ones.” You looked up at him despite his arm on your head and he sent you a wink. “I’ll get to ya in no time, less ya wanna jump the list then we can go find somewhere right now.”

“Yeah, not right now.” As entertaining as the thought was, you were quite relaxed just hanging out with the ridiculous man. Though it would be a tempting endeavor at a later time. “So, Ragatha?”

“Mm,” Jibba leaned back, taking most of his weight off of you but kept his arm in place. “She gives like, soft mommy vibes.” he waved his hand in a so-so gesture. “Though I feel like she has a lot of parental experiences if she’s been havin’ ta live with Jax for god knows how long.” He paused, eyes squinting in Ragatha’s direction. “I’d let her give me a good stern talk’ ta.”

“I’ll give you a stern talkin’ ta, if you don’t calm yourself.”

“Babe, this whole conversation is about who’s a dom and who’s not, how do ya expect me to keep calm?” he joked. You raised your arm again with a silent threat to elbow him and he swallowed. “Yeah, okay, calming down.”

“Pomni?”

The two of you fell silent, staring over at the anxious woman who was struggling to get out of Jax’s reach.

“Anxious chihuahua.” Both of you stated at the same time.

Jibba laughed that awful eerie death rattle of his. Did a toy like him really exist? God that was horrifying, who buys that for children? You knew he could control it but why did he have to do it now of all times?

He caught you staring and grinned. “Somethin’ wrong?”

Right, this is Jibba we’re talking about, he knows it’s creepy and did it intentionally. Bastard.

“No,” you rolled your eyes and looked back to Pomni. “She’s too anxious, poor woman probably has a hard time holding someone’s hand let alone sex. Though I’d rather not think about her sex life… feels wrong.”

“Oh, and thinkin’ ‘bout mine ain’t?”

You gave him a deadpan stare as to say ‘Really, that’s what you wanna ask?’. He cleared his throat and mumbled a little ‘touche’ before looking back at the others.

“Oo, I know a good one,” he snickered. “Caine.”

“Caine?” Well, at least he wasn’t asking you about Bubble.

For whatever unknown reason, at the mention of his name Caine appeared a few feet from the two of you with a loud pop. “Diiiid somebody say Caine?”

Jibba shook his head, seemed even with a lack of ears the loud pop affected him. You shook your own head, rubbing an ear. “Uh, not directly.”

Caine cocked his head in confusion, clearly not understanding you were simply talking about him—not trying to summon him. “I see. Well, while I’m here. Why aren’t you two participating?” he asked, waggling his fingers in the direction of the others.

“We’re playin’ our own game,” Jibba answered, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh?” Caine floated closer, eyeing the lanky doll.

“Yea’, the game of dom or sub.”

Caine cocked his head again. “I don’t understand.”

Jibba snickered and you couldn’t help but cover up your own laugh with a grunt. “What he mean’s is—”

“Oh no, he’s like one of those tops with golden retriever vibes that when ya call ‘em daddy like yer sayin’ ‘good boy’ they get excited.” He covers his face, a genuine laugh instead of that death rattle laugh.

The look of confusion never leaves Caine’s face but you can’t help but join Jibba in his laughter, because he’s not wrong. You could say a lot of insulting or weird things to Caine, but if you use that dog tone with him he’ll take just about anything as a compliment or praise.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, he’d be so fun to fuck with. “He’s not a dom…” you snicker, “but I’d still call him daddy.”

“Denture Daddy!” Jibba bursts out, nearly knocking himself and you off your perch.

The two of you laugh so loud it catches the attention of the others across the way. You wave your hand at Ragatha’s confused expression and further try to prevent the two of you from falling.

“I hate to intrude on this moment of merriment but,” Caine clears his throat, looking between the two of you with confused concern. “You two do know I’m not your father, yes?”

Jibba lets out a scream that turns everyone’s attention back onto you two, only to follow with nearly scream-level laughter from the man. You can’t really blame him though because you haven’t stopped laughing either, especially not long enough to try and explain to Caine that the two of you weren’t calling him father.

You give Caine what one could only describe as some form of yes as an answer before telling him he can go between cries and Caine leaves hesitantly. Your sides are starting to ache from so much laughing, meanwhile, Jibba has his face buried into his hands and is leaning into your shoulder like you’d be able to stop his laughter and tears.

He’s taking this a lot funnier than you but man, “denture daddy” is gonna always be in the back of your mind when you look at Caine from now on.

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Buy Dirt - A One Beer Universe Fic

This is for @callmemana! Thank you so much for the request dear, I'm so sorry it took so long to get out but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Congrats to 100 followers!!! That's so amazing :D

Thanks to @barbiewritesstuff for betaing this for me, you are the best bestie!

This is based on the song Buy Dirt by Jordan Davis.

(IK IK this is Lew Lew with Rhett Abott vibes but I love his smile)

Bob let out a deep sigh from the other side of the bed causing a sad smile to come across your face. Today was always hard for him. While most people were enjoying the end of the holidays and the start of the new year, Bob always found himself in mourning on January first.

You rolled over, taking him in for a moment before pressing yourself close to him, or as close as you could with the protrusion of your belly between the two of you. Bob was laying on his back, one arm bent behind his head, and the other now wrapped up around your back.

“Sorry darlin’,” he said quietly before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You gave him a small smile, “You didn’t.”

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence for a while before you felt the baby inside you stir. You took your husband's hand from behind his head and pressed it to your stomach, watching the smile that spread across his face at the sharp kicks you were being subjected to. The pressure of his hand increased for a second as he shifted in the bed, his head now closer to your round belly.

“Hey there little one,” he said, pressing a kiss over your bump, “Be gentle with your momma.”

At his words, the kicking slowed, and you let out a small laugh at the change, “I don’t know how you do that love,” you said, looking down at him in wonder.

He smiled up at you and you thought that maybe his victory with your next bundle of joy would be enough to pull him from his thoughts, but his eyes didn’t light up like they usually did.

“You thinkin’ about him?” you asked quietly, one hand caressing the side of his head, stopping to cradle his cheek.

Bob let out another heavy sigh before answering, “More so than usual this year.”

You nodded in understanding. This year marked two years since his grandfather, Edward Floyd, had passed away.

“Why don’t you take a shower and I’ll get the kids up?” you suggested, knowing your eyes were full of concern.

“You don’t have to do that darlin’, I can-” he started.

“I want to, I know how much he meant to you, let me take care of you Robby,” you said, rubbing your thumb across his cheek before turning to try and gracefully roll out of bed, not allowing him any more time to argue.

—

Bob watched you leave the room after pulling on one of his sweatshirts, the hem hanging well past your hips. A small smile found its way on his face at the sight, but it quickly fell from his lips with the reminder of why he had the day off.

Letting out another deep sigh, he sat up on the edge of the bed, glancing at the bookshelf in the corner of the room, his eyes landed on one of the only photos of Ed squared together and his mind started to wander back to the day it was taken.

Bob was on leave, he had requested it as far in advance as he could to ensure he was home in time for his grandpop’s birthday. Ed Floyd was turning eighty in a few days, and the surprise you had helped Bob plan was something he knew would knock the older man’s socks off.

While Ed was young at heart, the man’s body was run down after almost eighty hard earned years going around the sun. Because of this, he hadn’t been able to travel out to see his namesake, Eddie, since the little boy had been born, almost six months ago.

The two of you shared a secret smile as Arthur made his way to the front door.

“Bob said his present would be here soon pop, maybe this is it?” he called out behind him as he opened the door. Bob watched as his dad engulfed you in a tight hug, pressing a fatherly kiss to your forehead.

“Y/n, how are you dear? Feeling okay since the baby? Little Eddie doing okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, a smile splitting your face, “I’m wonderful, feeling much better now that he’s on a schedule. He’s just perfect, I don’t think we could be any more blessed.”

Then he turned to Bob, “Bobby,” his dad said quietly, pulling him into a tight hug, “How are you?”

“We’re good dad,” he replied, holding up the baby carrier once he had been released to show off the newest addition to the Floyd family.

“Well, who is it?” a gruff voice called from inside the house.

Dad let out a laugh before responding, “It’s your gift!”

“You better not be snooping through it!” Grandpop called out, “Any contraband that boy sent me is mine!”

Bob’s face split into a smile as he raised his voice, “Don’t worry, he’s not snooping! Besides, the contraband is still in the car.”

Bob led the way into the house, finding Grandpop sitting in the living room in front of the TV.

“Bobby!” he exclaimed, attempting to rise from his lazy chair.

“Grandpop, don’t get up!” Bob said, taking the few long strides required to beat his grandpa up.

The older man rose to his full height, his eyes squinting towards Bob, “I will get up if I damn well please, thank you very much,” he said, a smile on his face, “I’m old, not dead.”

Bob watched the moment he realized that Y/n was here, so that meant, “Alright, where’s the little bug at?” he asked, excitement on his face.

The sound of clattering glass in the kitchen pulled Bob from his reverie. With another sad huff, he stood from the bed and walked into the bathroom. Not following his usual schedule at all, Bob stepped right into the shower. He relished in the numbing sensation of the cold spray for far longer than any decent person would. As he heard the small shrieks and yells of Eddie and Katie through the walls, his mind wandered to the advice his Grandpop had given him years ago.

While you were putting Eddie down for his nap, Bob joined his grandfather on the back porch of their family home. The hills of Tennessee were rolling out in front of him and he couldn’t help but smile as he handed his grandfather a fresh cup of coffee, “Here you go Pops.”

“Thanks buckaroo,” the man said. He paused to take a sip of the steaming brew before a smile came over his face as he asked, “Your daddy still fussing over little Ed?”

Bob let out a laugh, “I don’t think there will be a day that he doesn’t fuss over little Ed.”

“That’s as it should be,” Pops said with a sigh, turning to look at Bob fully, “What you been up to lately?”

Sighing deeply, Bob reflected, since Eddie had been born, it felt like all he was trying to do was make ends meet. With his enrollment in the Naval Academy, he knew he was going to have to pick something to go into soon, but he couldn’t help but look at the ES pay values of each job. All he wanted to do was give his small family a future.

“Chasing a dollar,” he admitted quietly, finding all he could seem to look at was the hills beyond the house.

The porch was silent for a moment as they both took sips of coffee, Bob was surprised to hear Pops let out a small laugh, “We all do boy. I’ll give you my two cents on making a dollar count.”

Bob waited with anticipation as Pops took another sip of his steaming mug, “Buy dirt.”

He paused for a moment, not sure he heard the older man correctly, but before he could question it, his gravelly voice continued, “You’ve got the one you can’t live without, and you’re doing right by her,” he said with admiration in his voice, “Do what you love, but call it work,” he continued, pinning him with a meaningful look.

Another pause and another sip of coffee, “Throw a little money in the plate at church,” he continued, “Send those prayers up and some roots down deep.”

Pops laughed a little before continuing, “You’ve added a limb to the family tree, enjoy that boy Bobby, he’ll grow faster than that grass always seems to.”

Bob was pulled from his memory, this time by your voice, “Robby?”

“I’m sorry love, can you repeat that?” he called back, turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, his eyes on you.

You gave him a sad smile, “I’ve got breakfast ready when you are.”

“Be right there darlin’,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you wince, but you brushed it off rather quickly, so he let it go.

By the time he attempted to pull himself from his mood and make it out to the breakfast table, Eddie and Katie had already dug in, both of them having chocolate smeared across their cheeks from the chocolate chip pancakes you had made.

“Daddy!” Katie cried, a wide smile on her face, “I saved your seat!”

“Thank you baby, I don’t know what I would do without you,” Bob said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head as he sat down in the chair across from you.

—

After breakfast was eaten and cleaned up, the rest of New Year’s day was spent inside the house. Eddie and Katie playing with the toys they had gotten for Christmas while Bob and you were attempting to do a few chores around the house.

Feeling fatigued, you laid down on your bed opting for an afternoon nap. After what felt like only seconds of comfort, you felt a sharp pain radiate over your stomach and your eyes flew open, “Bob!”

As you attempted to sit up, another, stronger, pain caused you to flinch, keeping you on the bed. You heard rushed footsteps coming down the hall, “What’s wrong?” your husband asked as he appeared in the doorway, his eyes wide and concerned.

“I think I’m going into labor,” you said quickly before the panic started to set in, “But I’m not due for another two weeks!”

Before you could descend any further into yourself, Bob’s arms wrapped around you, “Hey, it's okay. They just want to meet us early, okay?”

You felt yourself nod, your head resting above Bob’s heart allowed you to hear the beat of his heart as you calmed yourself down.

“I’m going to go call Phoenix, can you get the bag ready?” he asked, using a finger to bring your face up to his.

“I think so,” you said, feeling calmer than just a few minutes before. You turned from his hold to reach for the fresh basket of laundry you had been meaning to put away for a few days, beginning to rifle through it to gather clothes for both you and Bob.

His voice filtered into the bedroom from the living room and you listened as you packed clothes into Bob’s Navy duffle, “I know, she’s a bit early…yeah, whenever you can get here…don’t rush please, my kids need their Auntie Nix…okay, see you soon.”

“Okay, Phoenix is on her way,” he said, coming back into the room.

“Auntie Nix is coming?!” Katie exclaimed, crawling up on to the bed, “Where are you goin’ momma?”

You smiled at your baby girl, “Daddy and I are going to meet the new baby,” you said as calmly as possible.

“Is he coming today?” Eddie asked, eyes wide.

Bob let out a small laugh, ruffling the your eight year old’s hair, “Yeah buddy, they are coming today, whoever they may be.”

You heard a grumbled, “I hope it's a boy,” under your son’s breath and it caused you to laugh. At that moment, another contraction took you, causing your laugh to turn into a breathless groan.

“Alright honey,” Bob started, “Where is the baby stuff?”

“Just in the nursery, I have some things laid out on the changing table,” you said, pressing one hand to your side, trying to relieve the pain.

“Alright,” he said, grabbing the bag and moving quickly down the hall. You turned to look at Eddie and Katie, “Let’s go wait by the door for Auntie Nix, okay?”

“Okay momma!” Katie called, rushing out of the room, Eddie stood there looking at you with scared eyes, “Are you okay momma?”

Your heart melted at his concern, “I’m alright baby,” you said, pulling him into a side hug as you waddled to the front door and took a seat on the shoe bench.

There was a knock at the door and before you could even think about rising from the position you had settled in, Bob dropped the duffle at your feet and pulled the door open, “Phoenix, thanks for coming.”

Natasha stepped into the house, folding her aviators into her shirt, her motorcycle helmet tucked under her arm, “Of course Bobby, gotta make sure your Baby On Board makes it to the hospital in time,” she replied with a wink in your direction.

You snorted at her quip, having heard the tale of their first day in training with Mav several times over. Another flash of pain radiated out of you, causing you to flinch again.

Bob wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting some of your weight as he guided you to stand, “Okay, you two be good for Auntie Nix, we will see you soon okay?”

Nat grabbed the duffle and slipped it over Bob’s free shoulder, “Drive safe you two, let me know when you want me to bring them by okay?”

“Thanks Nat,” you called as Bob ushered you out of the house.

—

After two hours of labor and lots of hand squeezing, Hank Edward Floyd was brought screaming into the world. Bob was sitting in the recliner provided in the birthing suite, little Hank settled into his arms as he watched the two of you sleep. His mind started to wander back to the memory he had been visiting this morning, and a smile spread over his face.

Pops laughed a little before continuing, “You’ve added a limb to the family tree, enjoy that boy Bobby, he’ll grow faster than that grass always seems to.”

Bob smiled, his mind drifting to the small baby you likely almost had asleep upstairs. Pops’ voice pulled him from the thought, his voice going quieter than Bob had ever heard, “‘Cause the truth about it is, it all goes by real quick. You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy dirt. You gotta find you a few things that matter, that you can put a fence around, and then you need to thank the Good Lord for it, ‘cause he ain’t makin’ any more of it.”

Phoenix appeared in the doorway, Katie held in her arms and Eddie at her side, “Hey there Bobert, got a baby for us to look at?” she asked, a smile on her face.

“Is it a boy?” Eddied asked, his eyes wide as he walked over to sit in the recliner next to Bob, and your face broke into a smile.

Bob nodded, smiling at his oldest son, “It's a boy, Hank Edward Floyd,” he announced proudly, watching for Eddie’s reaction.

Eddie’s eyes got wide, “He’s named after Pops too?”

“Yes he is,” Bob affirmed, “Do you want to hold him?”

Ed nodded, his face nervous as he climbed onto Bob’s lap to look down at his little brother.

So buy dirt

Find the one you can't live without

Get a ring, let your knee hit the ground

Do what you love but call it work

And throw a little money in the plate at church

Send your prayers up and your roots down deep

Add a few limbs to your family tree

And watch their pencil marks

And the grass in the yard all grow up

'Cause the truth about it is

It all goes by real quick

You can't buy happiness

But you can buy dirt

#bob x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #robert bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #top gun maverick #top gun

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bobfloydsbabe · 3 months

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Oh! How about snowball fights with Bob + Imogen? They have taken up my whole heart these days! ❄️ ✨

Rebecca, your love for Bob and Immy makes me so damn happy, and this is such a cute idea. I imagine it takes place sometime during The Holiday Truce where, as you know, Imogen ends up spending the week because of a massive snowfall.

winter vibes prompts open for: eccentric professor bob, librarian bob, mob boss bob, and rhett abbott

“These boots are way too big,” she complains for the fifth time in as many minutes. If she didn’t look so cute wearing his clothes, he might have told her to shut up already. If she wasn’t so damn sexy without clothes, he definitely would have told her to shut up.

“Robert,” she whines, trying to keep up with his steady pace through the snow. “Wait for me.”

He stops, holding back a frustrated groan.

“Snow is the worst. It’s cold and wet,” she tells him, “but good to throw at the infuriating professor.”

Something hard and cold hits the back of his head, making him stumble forward, and Imogen’s laugh follows quickly behind. He turns around, brushing melting snow off his hair, and sees her gathering another snowball.

Acting on pure instinct, he bends down and gathers a snowball of his own. He sends it through the air, but it flies right past her head and lands with a disappointing thud.

“Missed me,” she mocks and tosses her second lump of snow. It hits him on the shoulder where it shatters, and stray snow hits his face.

She laughs, and it’s a sound he’ll never tire of, even when she’s laughing at him.

His next snowball grazes her shoulder while hers hits dangerously close to his crotch. That’s the moment he decides he’s had enough and runs after her. She tries to flee, but those boots that are too big for her make it a clumsy attempt, and he easily tackles her to the ground.

They fall into a heap of laughter and big winter jackets with Bob on top. He meets her dark doe eyes full of genuine joy, and he can’t remember the last time he enjoyed being with someone so much. His irritation from mere minutes ago is gone.

“You have terrible aim, Professor,” she says while trying to catch her breath.

“Do I now?” he mutters, leaning down close until his lips brush against her ear. “I seem to recall you saying I hit the right spot every time.”

When he looks at her again, he can’t tell if the redness in her cheeks is from the cold or her blushing.

She grabs the front of his jacket and crashes their lips together. He’s not sure how long they stay like that, just kissing and tasting each other, but when they go back inside, they can’t get out of their clothes fast enough.

#mail #answered #ryebecca #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd x oc #eccentric professor bob #professor bob #professor bob thots #bob floyd fic #tgm fic #oc: imogen van doren #otp: bob x imogen #fic: gold rush

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howlingday · 6 months

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I just thought of a great idea for a post!

I hope that you know who Rhett and Link are, because besides their show Good Mythical Morning, they used to make various skits.

One of their old series of videos was a series called “Famous Last Words”, and I thought why not have the quotes said by various RWBY characters.

Examples;

Ruby(standing on top of a building): Of course I can fly! I’m wearing a cape.

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Jaune(holding a comically large spider): If I don’t get bitten by a spider, how will I ever get superpowers?

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Qrow(holding a plastic knife surrounded by Grimm): Bring it on Grimm!

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Taiyang(holding a plastics knife surrounded by Ninjas): Bring it on Ninjas!

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Sun+Neptune(holding plastic sporks surrounded by Ninja Grimm): BRING IT ON NINJA GRIMM!!!

Thoughts?

So, I looked into Good Mythical Morning, and to be honest, it gives me some real "10 Minute Power Hour" vibes. Pretty good.

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Sun: When I was down in Menagerie, I had a key-lime pie on a stick, covered in chocolate.

Neptune: ???

Sun: I also saw a lot of grandma boobs, too.

Neptune: (Holds up hand, High fives Sun)

Sun: Thank you. But yeah, it was weird, because I guess this is an annual thing where every old person walks around naked?

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Weiss: You know, there's nothing worse than the feeling on the day after your birthday. Because not only did I not redeem my birthday voucher for a discount coffee at Schnee-Bolts, but also my Nana forgot to message me.

Ruby: Ooh. Did that happen? I mean, she's getting up there, so...

Weiss: She is, which is why I don't question it.

Ruby: But it hurt you. I can see it.

Weiss: ...Yes, but I don't let Nana Schnee know it. It's okay, Nana. Today is my birthday.

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Saphron: When we were younger, back when we were visiting the beach for the summer, I just got license and was learning to drive. We, uh, we picked up some ladies.

Jaune: We had eleven ladies in the back of the truck~.

Saphron: But then there was this gap, um...

Jaune: In her tooth.

Saphron : Ye- NO. No, no, it wasn't that. There was a gap in the road, and me, being the dumb teen that I was, just hauled ass through it, and there was a cop there.

Jaune: And he was in a golf-cart.

Saphron: Yeah, yeah. But, uh, then the ladies jumped out once they found out they weren't in trouble.

Jaune: We never saw those ladies again.

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Yang: (Dressed as a ghost, Wear a mustache) You ready to go?

Blake: (Dressed as Pumpkin Pete) Yes.

Yang: Well, hop on, bunny! I'm taking you on a mustache ride STRAIGHT TO HELL!

Blake: ...That honestly scared me.

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Velvet: (Holding cheesy jalapeño popper) These are kinda warty. (Bites into it) But not like genital warts.

Cardin: ...Just so you all know, I'm done.

Velvet: I was don with periods! So I moved on to genital warts, which have nothing in common. ...Y'know, except for being related to the genitals. ...Which are all beautiful.

Cardin: ...No one's got a problem with them! Least of all, me!

#rwby #good mythical morning #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #saphron cotta arc #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #cardin winchester #velvet scarlatina

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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Congrats on the 500! I'm feeling Bob "Humor me, will you?" or sugar daddy vibes 😋. Maybe he's stationed or has roots in Lemoore or at North Island now and you're still thousands of miles from him and he's getting fed up with the distance

haze on the horizon

pairing- baby on board x reader

warnings- 18+ this is somewhat tame but allusions to smut and semi public sex, sex toys, is bob allowed to do this kind of stuff idk, slight sugar daddy bob, brat tamer bob if you squint really hard

length- 0.5k

an- thank you Jo!!!! this is my first time ever writing bob i'm so sorry if it's ooc (i kind of had a video of rhett abbott in my mind while writing this but i haven't even seen outer range so..idk) and that it took forever i'm so slowwwww. also thank you for the detailed prompt idea that was beyond helpful in getting this going :)

title from late night talking - harry styles

“Hey, darlin’.”

You stifle a laugh as you recognize the low, gravelly tone threading through his words the moment you answer the phone.

It’s a testament to how well you know him that you already know what Bob wants having only heard three syllables from him.

“Bobby, I’m still at work.”

“Humor me, will you?” Bob asks, his slight southern drawl melting like honey across your skin.

“Hmph,” you answer, not bothering to keep the brattiness out of your voice.

He just laughs because he never rises when you bait him. “Don’t be like that, darlin’.”

“Trying to get me in trouble, Floyd?” You ask, feigning disbelief.

No one else would expect sweet, dorky Bob to be such an instigator, but you know better by now.

You briefly glance up from your computer to make sure your office door is fully closed because there’s little you can do to change course when his mind is set like this.

That doesn’t mean you’re willing to concede just yet.

Bob ignores your question. “Did you get my present?”

You tap obnoxiously on your computer for a moment, smirking because you’re sure he can hear it in the otherwise quiet room.

“Darlin’.”

There’s a warning in his tone this time that makes your thighs press together.

You purse your lips to muffle another giggle, eyes drawn to the peonies sitting on the windowsill. “Sorry Bobby, you know I’m just messing with you. I got the flowers, they’re gorgeous, thank you.”

“What about the other gift?”

“I haven’t had a chance to open it,” you reply, genuinely regretful.

“Now’s as good a time as any,” Bob drawls.

You hear him shifting on the other side of the line and your heart clenches as you picture him on his couch, still in his work clothes, pushing those adorable glasses up his nose.

Fuck, you really do miss him.

This whole long-distance thing is bullshit.

“Hold on, baby,” you tell him, moving to grab the beautifully wrapped box that was delivered with your flowers at lunch today.

He remains dutifully silent, patient as ever, as you retrieve the gift and settle back down at your desk, ripping the paper off unceremoniously.

You can’t help the gasp that leaves you, as you take in the pink vibrator sitting inside the box. “Robert Floyd.”

You can hear his grin even from thousands of miles away. “There’s an app to control it from my phone.”

“There’s an app,” you mimic sarcastically. “Who are you and what have you done with my sweet boyfriend?”

“I'm just tired of not being with you,” he supplies helpfully.

You're still incredulous. “You had this sent to my office.”

Bob is no saint, but this is a whole new level. At most, you expected him to convince you to leave work early so he could sweet talk you at home.

“Doll.” He ignores you again, patience clearly wearing out as the steel makes its way back into his voice. “Get up and lock the door.”

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mothdruid · 2 years

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A Little Something Extra

pairing: Rhett Abbott x stripper fem!reader

summary: while at work one night a group of cowboys come in. one loner cowboy captivates your attention, while you captivate him in other ways. after you finish your set, you take him back for a private dance. it isn't much of a dance, just a something a little extra.

wc: 4.2k

warnings: smut, 18+, mdni, oral sex, blow jobs, fingering, the reader is a stripper, club, paying for sex (rhett pays for the private dance but the reader already intended on fucking him), penetrative sex (p in v), protected sex (condom, because that is what protected sex is), pet names (sweetheart, darling, princess), pole dancing, starts off as anonymous sex, alcohol use.

a/n: hehe, i know that we all love our sweet baby boy rhett and how soft he can be, but i really just wanted to write some filthy smut with him that was a bit "no strings attached" kind of vibes because that is a big thing in the cowboy world (i know i grew up in it). also the songs used were tia tamera by doja cat, my type by saweetie, and vegas by doja cat

The night had been fairly quiet, only a few customers filtering in and out. None of them had stayed for too long tonight. A small handful of regulars were there, but none of them were yours. That was until they walked in. It wasn’t everyday that you and your co-workers were treated to a group of out-of-towners. There had been talks circling the area about the influx that the city would be getting, but it hadn’t peaked your interest. Until now.

There was a group of about ten of them, filtering in and finding the appropriate tables. All of them had proud Stetsons on their heads and loud belt buckles on their pelvis’. The wait-staff already descended upon them, making sure every cowboy had an order in. Only two more sets before your own on the main stage, the one the cowboys had sat down in front of. You watched them from a far for a few moments, one catching your eye.

He sat a little further back from the stage, sipping at his beer bottle while watching the others. A dark Stetson on his head, making it hard to make out his face in the dim lighting. Purple and blue hues casted over his face as he watched his rowdy friends throw money and the dancer on stage. For the next set you sat there watching him as he watched his fellow cowboys. During the next set you ran to the back, touching up your make-up and double checking your lingerie. Something gnawed at you inside, telling you to look perfect for him.

You watched your fellow dancer finish her set, cleaning up all of the dollars from the stage floor. Hoots and hollering were audible when you got on stage, making your way over to the silver gleaming pole. The metal was cool against your skin as you waited for a moment, waiting for your set music to start. You looked out, sight settling on the cowboy with the dark Stetson. His eyes raked over your body, vulnerability plaguing your senses for a moment.

The music to your song started playing, your hips swayed back and forth for a moment. This song was a classic of yours, one you had danced to hundreds of times. Tia Tamera, it was a classic for you and your fellow dancers. Dollars fluttered in the air as the other cowboy’s yelled out at you, but not him. The cowboy that had captivated your attention just stared, watching the way your hips rolled onto the metal pole.

Hair grow long like Chia

Money go long like Nia

I am the big idea

My twins big like Tia

My twins big like Tia, Tamera

You climbed up the pole, hooking your ankle around the pole so you could spin. You let your body drift down the pole to the floor. Your heels were planted on the floor when you rolled your hips, pumping them slightly into the air. Your back arched and pulled you off the floor, rolling your head around before sitting up fully. Blue eyes caught yours for only a moment, on hands and knees you walked towards the end of the stage popping your ass every so often.

The words from the other cowboys placing money in your panties faded behind the music, your focus on the cowboy in the back. You watched as the wait-staff brought another round of beers, him taking one without taking his eyes off you. Your hands draped over your thighs, dragging them up the rest of your body while the lyrics played out.

Thick in thigh, thick in the waist

Thick in the right motherfuckin' places

Hits like Venus, Serena

You spun around on your knees, laying down flat on your stomach while popping your ass for the cowboy. It was a show for all, but deep down you knew it was only for him. You brought your legs out to your sides before standing up, staying bent in half to show your ass off a little bit more. Your gaze flicked back, catching him watching your ass shake. Your hands trailed up your legs as you stood up, then ghosted over your sides as you walked back towards the pole. The sway of your hips captivated the cowboy, keeping his attention glued to you. Then the song change happened. My Type.

Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip

Privacy on the door, I'ma make the shit grip

After climbing up the pole and getting it settled between your thighs, falling back into the air and letting yourself dangle for a moment. Your hands ran up around your body, extenuating all the curves to your body. After bringing yourself down the pole, you moved to the middle of the stage to do a bit of floor work. The cowboys up at the front threw more dollars, some of them handing them to you. You slipped some of them into the band of your panties, looking back at the cowboy sitting down. He raised his head to get a better view of your body, gaze rolling over your body slowly.

Eight-inch big, ooh, that's good pipe

Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night

The second song was coming closer to switching to your final song. You got on your knees for a moment, arching your back and rolling your body. You kept your eyes locked on the cowboy sitting back, running your hands over your breasts and body for him. It was almost like an offering, needing to come to your altar. After a moment you popped up and headed back to the pole. You did a couple walk around the pole with rolls of the shoulders before the lyrics to the last song started.

Dog, player, ah, get it

Fraud, player, ah, get it

I understand, I understand

You ain't the man, you ain't a man

You ain't nothin' but a

Hound dog, hound dog, hound dog

You dropped low on the last line, throwing your head back as you bounced up and down. You dropped one knee to the ground while you flexed your ass, twerking your ass. You kept one hand working the pole, the other one working your body.

Hound dog, come find a treat

I'm a bad bitch, but

You ain't nothin' but a

Dog, player, ah, get it

Fraud, player, ah, get it

You stood up and worked the pole, doing simple spins and twirls to get a few extra dollars. You slinked to the front of the stage, working your body over. You dropped to the floor, working it for the rest of the song. The cowboy kept staring at you from his seat, taking periodical drinks of his beer. Every now and then his eyes would follow your hands as they trailed up over your breasts and sides. On all fours, you worked the entire floor back to the pole standing up just in time for the final lyrics. Dropping your hips on the last words.

You ain't the man, you ain't a man

(You ain't nothin' but a)

Hound dog, hound dog, hound dog

You moved back to the floor, gathering all of your dollar bills until the stage was cleared. After blowing a few small kisses to the cowboys you walked off stage. It didn’t matter how far away from the stage you were, he was stuck in your head. The way his eyes had moved over your body, watching every move you made with intent. Once in the locker room you placed all of your cash into your cash bag, unloading all the bills from your panties in the process. It was time for the easy part of the night, private dances.

“You caught someone’s attention.” One of your co-workers walked past you, sitting her stuff down near you. “Already got a cowboy out there asking for you.” She winked before turning her attention to her own bundle of money. You rolled your eyes at her, silently hoping and praying that it was him. After a once over in the mirror, making sure you were presentable, you trotted out to the club. Up near the bar you saw him, talking to the bartender about something. The bartender waved, motioning for you to come over.

“You doing private dances?” She asked you. You nodded, reaching out your hand for his. Your sets for the night were over, meaning that you could take however much time you want with him.

“How long for the dance?” It was a normal question, one you wish didn’t have to ask him.

“However long you want, darlin’.” You signaled two hours at the bartender, to which the cowboy paid for. You lead him back down the hallway light with a pink neon light at the end. Rows of doors ran down both sides of the hallway. You paused for a moment in the hallway, turning to look at him. Warm hazy oases looked at you, a small smirk on his lips.

“You ready to be my hound dog, cowboy?” The smirk on his face grew, gathering predominantly to one side of his mouth. A few steps is all he took, his face only a few inches away from your own. Your eyes flicked to his lips, watching his tongue dart out over his bottom lip.

“Only if you want me to be.” He shot you wink, making heat rise to your cheeks. You knew this was your job but damn, how did you get so lucky with this one.

He had captivated you, someone you probably would have brought home with you if you were off for the night. Someone you wouldn’t mind having waking up near you. Someone you didn’t mind taking care of you. The kind of person you could roll in bed with all night and never get tired. In the back of your mind you knew this wouldn’t be a normal dance, probably one that didn’t have much dancing. It might have an extra or two.

The two of you made it into the room, closing the door rather quickly. The same pink lighting from the hallway was in the room. There was a small leather sofa, barely enough room for the two of you to sit down. There was an end table on one side of the sofa, filled with many items potentially needed for a private dance. A small stage with a pole was on the opposite side of the room. You gestured toward the sofa, implying for him to sit down. There was a small chair with a heart shaped back near the stage. You grabbed while he sat on the couch, pulling it up to sit down in front of him. You sat down on it, crossing your legs while the two of you looked at each other. Your arms crossed over your torso, putting your breasts on a tight display for him.

“What’s a cowboy like you doing here?” That smirk appeared again, one you had learned to love in a short time period. The pink lighting cascaded over your skin, adding a special allure to your seductive manner.

“Just tryin’ to take my mind off the event.” He leaned back onto the sofa, draping his arms over the back of it. He raised his eyebrows, meeting your stare.

“And what would you like for that? A dance?” You uncrossed your arms and legs, slinking over to him. You bent over, hands settling on the back of the couch behind him. He had a good composure, but this made his breath hitch slightly. It wasn’t like you to offer something extra, most of the time the men here, you didn’t want to touch you. Other girls offered extras but never you. You leaned in close to him and let one of your hands ghost over his shoulder to his jaw, your lips right near his earlobe. “Or a little extra something?” Your tongue darted out against the skin of his earlobe, tugging on it with your teeth lightly.

The cowboy shifted in his seat, his jaw tensing under your touch as he thought about your proposition. “A little extra never hurt anyone.”

You settled your knees on both sides of his thighs, straddling him while one hand sat on the back of the couch and the other around his neck. The roll of your hips caught his attention, his hands slowly ghosting over your hips and waist. It was almost as if he was afraid to touch you completely. Your hand on the back of the couch drifted to his shoulder, stabilizing yourself as you grounded your ass into his lap. A smirk formed on your lips as you felt that he was already hard. His hands tightened on your hips, a grunt coming from him. You tossed your head back as you rolled into his body, feeling the toned muscles underneath his flannel.

“You got a name cowboy?” Your hands left his shoulder and neck, finding his hands. You trailed his hands around your body, showing to him that he could in fact touch you. They trailed around your sides and back, kneading at every part of your flesh. You squeezed at one of your breasts with one, moaning softly while circling your hips.

“Rhett.” Rhett. Rhett. Rhett. It was as if you wanted it branded onto your brain, never wanting to forget it. You leaned into him, kissing lightly at the expanse of his neck. His hands started expertly kneading at your skin, allowing you to start undressing him. Your fingers worked at the buttons of his flannel, undoing them swiftly. A groan came from his lips when you rolled your hips and sucked the perfect spot on his neck. “Fuck.”

You pulled back from him, looking at those warm oases that were now blown out with lust. As you kept rolling your hips you snatched his hat, watching his face as you set it on top of your head. A smile covered his lips, one of his hands crawling up your back. It stopped at your neck, which he gripped and pulled you close to him with. His lips were right near your earlobe, hot breath hitting your skin. “There’s a rule about that, princess.” The gruff whisper sent shivers down your spine, your pussy clenching around nothing. His free hand trailed up your back settling between your shoulder blades. “Wear a cowboy’s hat and you have to ride ‘em.”

You brought one of your hands around your back, pulling on the string to your top. In mere seconds you were tossing your top to the floor, exposing your chest to Rhett. “Well, it’s a good thing I already planned on it.” Lips pressed underneath your ear, hand trailing up your torso to your chest. The rough hand grabbed on your soft and supple breast, kneading the mound while he kissed at your neck. You pressed your body into his, using your weight to push him back into the couch.

“I’ve heard it’s a good thing to ride a cowboy.” You messily untucked his flannel from his jeans, pushing it down off his shoulders. Rhett helped you rid him of his flannel, leaving him in a thin white t-shirt that you couldn’t wait to remove. The belt buckle was the next thing you focused on. Rhett sat up slightly, untucking his white t-shirt and pulling it off, exposing his bare chest to you. Your fingers got his belt buckle open, undoing the button and zipper underneath.

“Gonna give me some good luck?” He asked with a grin, hands grabbing your hips and rocking your hips into his. The feeling of his hard cock pressing into your clothed cunt and belt buckle digging into your thigh drove you wild. Quickly you peeled yourself off him and stood up, watching as he settled back into the sofa. After swaying your hips for a moment you got onto your knees. He lifted his hips while you tugged his jeans down his hips, leaving them settled around his mid thigh.

A whimper left your throat when you saw his cock, aching hard against his abdomen. Rhett let out a low grunt when you took him into your hand, stroking him lightly. He rocked his hips up into your hand and let his head fall back, a groan rumbling in his throat. You settled between his knees and leaned forward, placing a kitten lick to the head of his cock. Rhett let his hips still as he started watching you lick at his cock. You slowly swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, another groan falling from his lips. “That’s it princess, tongue feels so good on my cock.” You pucker your lips and tapped his cock against them, smearing his precum and your spit on your lips. You opened your mouth and flattened your tongue, resting his cock on your tongue. “Gonna take me all the way?” Rhett asked as he looked down at you. A finger trailed down your cheek as you paused for a moment. You looked up at him, taking in how the pink hue graced his skin. The tattoo on his chest looked like a perfect shade of purple under the pink hue.

Without responding you took him into your mouth, the head of his cock pushing into your throat. Swears and groans poured from Rhett’s lips, encouraging you to keep bobbing up and down. His hand came down, tipping the brim of his hat on your head a little bit. His chest fell heavily as he watched you, taking his cock deeper and deeper into your mouth. “F-uck, darlin’.”

Wet and sloppy noises flooded the room, Rhett’s eyes watching you intensely. You brought one of your own hands down between your legs. Your fingers slipped underneath your panties, rubbing your clit while Rhett started to fuck your face. “You like tasting my cock that much? Touchin’ yourself to my taste?” You flutter your lashes while you look up at him, meeting his cerulean gaze. His mouth was slightly ajar while he watched his cock slide between your lips. One of his hands messily ran through his hair, pushing back the stray strands. You moaned around his cock, making him moan when he felt the vibrations.

“I need to taste you, princess.” Rhett pulled you off of him and guided you up on the sofa. Your knees dug into the leather sofa, hands holding onto the arm of it. Rhett situated himself behind you, fingers pulling your panties down to your knees. Rhett kneaded at your ass cheeks before spreading them to look at your pussy. He groaned while watching your cunt flutter around nothing, the pink lighting making your cunt glisten for him. His hands drifted down and his thumbs pulled on your folds, spreading your cunt out even more. “So fuckin’ pretty.”

A shiver ran through you when he licked at your clit, running his tongue all the way to your entrance. You moaned as he flicked his tongue against your clit, your pussy clenching around nothing. Rhett kneaded at your ass more, keeping you spread open as he sucked on your clit. Your hips pressed back onto his face, rocking back on his face. “Fuck, Rhett.”

His name coming from your lips was sinful, something he never knew he needed to hear. Rhett’s hand drifted down to his cock, fisting it as he kept sucking and licking your clit. Rhett flattened his tongue, letting you roll your hips and use his mouth. You could feel your orgasm creeping up, making you chase it even harder. Rhett started switching between sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue against it. Suddenly your orgasm was washing over you, waves of pleasure rolling over your body. Rhett didn’t let up as his name fell from your lips, keeping your orgasm lasting.

When he finally pulled away you paused for a little bit, getting your bearings back. Who knew this cowboy would rock your world so easily? The sound of his belt buckle pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked back and saw him fishing through his pants pockets. Rhett smiled when he found it, showing off the condom placed between his index and middle fingers. “Gonna let me ride you now, cowboy?” Rhett winked at you as he sat back, ripping the wrapper open and rolling the condom down his cock.

“Giddy on up, sweetheart.” Rhett mocked you, fisting his cock a little bit. You removed your panties fully and climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock and lining it up. You ran the head of his cock between your folds before lining it up with your entrance. The stretch of his cock forced a moan from you as you sank onto him. Rhett’s hands gripped your waist tightly. You paused for a moment when he bottomed out inside of you. The only thing you could focus on was how stretched out you were. “Fuck, princess.”

Rhett kneaded your hips while he mouthed at your collarbones, nipping and licking at the skin. The two of you sat like that for a moment before you dragged your hips up, slamming them back down. The two of you got into a fast rhythm, your thighs working hard to keep the pace. His hands helped you bounce, keeping you in the right rhythm that he needed. Every now and then his belt buckle would dig into your ass, reminding you that there might be a mark in the morning. Rhett started thrusting up into you, meeting each of your bounces. Moans from the both of you filled the room, sounds of skin slapping and a bouncing belt buckle mingling with your moans.

“Riding me better than any buckle bunny.” A groan followed Rhett’s words, one of his hands coming around to grab at your ass while you kept riding him. You leaned back from him, placing your hands on his knees and rolling your hips. Rhett watched as his cock slid in and out of you, the sight making him groan. He moved a hand to your pelvic area and pressed down making you moan loudly. The pressure made his cock more prominent inside of you, it nailing into that sensitive spot inside of you.

“You feel better than any cowboy I’ve ever had.” Rhett kept his hand pressed on your abdomen, watching as you started bouncing your hips again. Your hands were still planted on his knees, ass bouncing against the tops of his thighs with his belt buckle digging in. A strand of hair fell down onto Rhett’s forehead, a small curl to the strand. The hand on your hip drifted down to your folds, his thumb sliding through them and rubbing your clit.

“Let me feel you, princess. Gotta feel you let go all over my cock.” With a few more thrusts and his thumb flicking against your clit, another orgasm rolled over you. You clenched around his cock tightly, walls pulsing and squeezing around him. Rhett moaned in unison with you, feeling you come apart all over his cock. You kept rolling your hips though, needing to push Rhett over the edge.

“Give it to me cowboy, give me everything you’ve got.” A few more rolls of your hips and Rhett was emptying himself into the condom. Groans rumbled through his chest and throat as he grabbed at your hips, slowly rolling your hips on him. You sat up in his lap and leaned forward, resting against his chest. You trailed your fingers over the tattoo on his chest, the both of you settling into a silence.

You lifted your hips up and a whimper passed your lips, Rhett’s cock softly falling against his abdomen. You dug out a small package of wipes from the end table, cleaning yourself up. You got up and fished around for your articles of clothing, slipping your panties back on. Rhett pulled the condom off, tossing it into the small trash bin near the sofa. He tucked his cock back into his pants, searching for his white t-shirt. The two of you dressed before you started talking again.

“I…Uh…” It was cute how he didn’t know how to really talk now, not sure what to say to you. You walked over and kissed his cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, cowboy. How long you gonna be in town?” Rhett raised his eyebrows at the question, surprised that you’d be asking.

“End of the week, heading off on Sunday.” A smile tugging at his lips, his fingers ghosting over your arm.

“I might need to give you a little more before you head home.” Rhett snickered at your comment, finally removing his Stetson from your head. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter a little bit.

“I’d like that.” After you put your number into his phone you escorted him out to the front. The next few days were a blur. Your first rodeo show, rooting for a man that randomly appeared in your life and managed to captivate you. And that man falling into your bed multiple nights in a row, four out of five nights to be precise. When he left it was as if nothing had happened, vanishing just like he had appeared.

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bradshawsbaby · 3 months

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‘freezing fingers’ and ‘snowball fights’ is very rhett coded to me

They are indeed! I actually wrote a Rhett fic very similar to these prompts! But I’ll give you a little drabble, too! ❄️

You couldn’t feel your fingers by the time you came barreling through the back door of your small ranch house, laughter spilling out of your mouth and bouncing off the low wooden beams of the kitchen ceiling as you kicked your boots off, snow spraying in every direction.

“Gotcha,” Rhett chuckled lowly, his voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket as his arms encircled your waist from behind, pulling you against his chest.

“Mmm, but I beat you inside, so I’m the winner,” you grinned impishly, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. Lifting one hand, you used your still-numb fingers to brush snowflakes off his cowboy hat.

“Always so competitive,” Rhett smirked, shaking his head as he looked down at you.

“You’re just feeling sour because I beat you to the house and I beat you in that snowball fight,” you laughed, stepping out of his arms just so that you could unzip your puffy winter coat, which was coated in snow from the shots your husband had managed to get in.

Rhett shook his head again, following your lead and unzipping his own snow-covered coat, hanging it on the peg on the wall along with his hat before toeing off his boots. “Debatable if you beat me. Some of those shots were pretty weak,” he teased, blue eyes sparkling when he winked at you.

“What can I say? I lost feeling in my fingers,” you shot back with a smile, holding up your bare hands.

You’d just gone outside with the intention of grabbing a few more logs from the shed for the fireplace, but when you’d seen your husband trudging home through the snow, you hadn’t been able to resist a good old-fashioned snowball fight.

“They’re freezin’,” Rhett murmured, pulling off his gloves with his teeth and taking your hands between his larger, calloused ones. “Shoulda put your gloves on,” he chided gently.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’d much rather have you warm me up,” you smirked, curling your fingers against his palms.

Rhett just smiled and gave you that look that told you he was going to take very good care of you.

Winter Vibes for Lew Characters

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fireworks-swamp · 5 months

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rhinkfam update

my first session after the For Rent update I had a glitch that froze all needs, so I took the opportunity to age up Sage & Aster. \o/

they were long overdue 😫

the twins have enjoyed an excellent toddlerhood:

exploring foods

playing at the park

learning sweet dance moves from Papa

discussing pooping techniques with Dada

morphing into the walls

just general kid stuff. that's not to say Heath has been neglected - he's having a great time doing school projects with Dad & Pop

that moment when you realize your parents are also children

now he gets to sit at the grownup table while the twins go feral on the kitchen floor

and play videogames with Dad and the girl they hired to be his babysitter one time and now she won't stop showing up unannounced

and just being a kid :)

so let's get two more kids that he can vibe with! you first, Sage

wtf look at this glow-up????

the hair. the 70s outfit. the smirk. you are going places little man

ok Aster your turn!

glow up so fierce everybody's gotta turn away

HECK YEAH you funky little dude

McLaughlin brothers ftw \o/ Heath is the artist, Sage is the adventurer, Aster is the weirdo, let's go get Rhett pregnant

#my sims: rhinkfam #rhink #sims 4

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wordsbymae · 1 year

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Hey! Just checking in and i just want to give some love to your aesthetics because they have their own album in my photos just so i can appreciate and think about these characters you got me simping after!

Also i was possibly wondering if you could possibly give descriptions of all your characters i just got out of a huge art block and i wanna draw farmer and also most of your cast. Ive tried already but id like to see them from your eyes and what you think they look like! I would also like to share them if you do but please know there is no pressure and if you already have descriptions i apologize i just get lost in your wonderful content!

Also, I hope you're doing well! - wave anon

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Ok, my time of mourning is over. Also, I fell asleep so my bad. Anyway! Let's try this again.

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Hi! So good to hear from you again. How are you? Oh my goodness that is so cool! I’m so glad you like them!

Of course, I can! It would be my pleasure. I would love to see them but no pressure at all if life gets in the way or you change your mind. No need to apologise! I usually keep descriptions of the yanderes to a minimum just because I know everyone has different types, so I like that people can imagine the type of person they want. Although I do have to imagine them to write so I love sharing that, even though “canonically” they look however the reader wishes them to look. I usually use face claims cause I am lazy at trying to make a new face or mix and match, but there are small differences here and there. Also, you’re gonna make me cry! I am so flattered you wanted to draw my characters; it is honestly surreal!

So, let’s start with the FARMER. So, the farmer is unique compared to my other ocs just cause the reader gets to see him at different stages of his life (although AUs). The older farmer is anywhere in age between 35-50 (depending on what the reader prefers) and is the stereotypical good-looking’’ but rough farmer you see in tv shows and movies. His face claim is Josh Lucas in Yellowstone. He wears mainly dark jeans with a grey tee and long-sleeved collared shirts over the top. He does not go outside without his hat. His hair is dark brownish and long enough that he has to rake it back to put his hat back on, and he also has a ‘70s moustache, with some stubble, even if he shaved yesterday.

YOUNGER FARMER is a little different though, he's between 23-29. I had Brian Van Holt as Bo Sinclair as his face claim, especially in how he acts a bit, but now I also have Lewis Pullman in Outer Range as Rhett Abbott as another face claim. Both suit really well, but Rhett is honestly just that bit better. I haven’t watched the show but from the stills I’ve seen, he suits the vibe really well. But as long as he is clean-shaven and wears similar clothes to old man farmer, it's the younger farmer. I see him wearing a lot of baseball/trucker caps. Most likely he only has one he wears to death and that’s why he doesn’t wear it anymore when he’s older cause it literally doesn’t exist anymore. I don't see his hair being as long as Rhett's though, maybe even like Arvin Russel's hair from devil all the time. Longish, but not long enough.

FISHERMAN is someone that took me forever to decide what he looks like. I was torn between a lean or beefy fisherman. Thankfully the decision was made for me when I saw a still from the movie the lighthouse of Robert Patterson standing over the top of someone. Also, that movie (even though I haven’t seen it) is a big inspiration for the fisherman. The insanity and derangement of the characters are perfect, and I have quite stills saved in my Pinterest. So yeah, Robert Patterson in that movie is kinda my inspo for the fisherman. My fisherman though is still a little bit more muscular, just a bit. Nothing too crazy, just enough that the reader in my head gets a bit intimidated when they try and stand their ground. Also, I see his hair being much shorter, maybe even cropped on both sides (not to the point of it being shaved off though) but the 19th-century-looking facial hair has to stay though I think, it builds character. He wears a lot of woollen jumpers and rough fabric and looks very weathered and grey.

OK OK, HEAR ME OUT. I have a very particular face claim for KILLER, that has been rattling around my head for over two years even though I only wrote him last year. But killer has to look like Mario Casas in The Skin of the Wolf (at least in my mind). If you want to look, def put the name of the movie as well otherwise the vibes disappear real quick. Anyway, I won’t bore you with a summary of the movie or why it has to be him (Although it is a really good movie, made me cry, and I refused to finish it cause I knew it was about to end in more tears, so in my mind him and his - kinda forced- wife live happily ever after, he sucks - in a kinda hot way- as a person though, great movie for yandere inspo). Ok, so he's really tall, really buff, really dirty looking and then kinda mash him with Thomas Hewitt in the fact he looks like he could bench press a car. Kinda that vibe. Hair is wild, messy, and matted in some places, and his beard is just a mess at this point.

The VIKING is another one that took forever for me to make a choice on how he looks. I actually saved a pic in my Pinterest that was how I view him forever until I realised it was a god of war concept art (nothing wrong with that! but I didn't want to make it fanficish). So he's the only one where I legit have mashed together pieces of people together to get the best out of him. He definitely has long facial hair (not super long, but long compared to nowadays), and he has long hair and a scar running diagonally across one of his eyes. I literally use every attractive man in every Viking-inspired movie or tv show for him so run wild with him! I would love to see how you view him.

ELI is another one I have a very particular face claim for (but you don't have to draw them like that! It just helps me visualise what's happening). I have him down as Jack O'Connell in Godless, but also as Hoyt Rawlins from Walker Independence (A new development for me, it was just the other guy FOR MONTHS). While the other guy is how I view him looking, Hoyt is definitely how he acts, almost spot on. It was crazy watching it and going holy shit! a blonde happy-go-lucky gunslinger cracking jokes at every possible second, it's just Eli but without the whole werewolf thing. He definitely has shorter hair than my other ocs, he keeps it cut quite close, but his beard is something he doesn't really care for, mainly cause it doesn't grow very thick, so he doesn't have to worry. He's got dirty blonde hair, bordering brown but still blonde.

Ok, so the MAD KING is one I'm really happy I changed my mind for. I had him as the evil prince from a letter to the king. But he looks very young and actually not that threatening if you take all the armour off him. Very boyish and not someone you would call a mad king, mad/evil/wicked prince yes, but not a king. But you know someone that looks like a king? Dev Patel in The Green Knight. Oh boy, I am obsessed. The shots of him in the crown and on the throne? Perfect, literally perfect. Now imagine being the queen standing beside him, tears in your eyes and having to hold his hand while yours shakes, your marriage being announced to the kingdom. It fits. So yeah def him, I didn't really change much, the hair and everything suit so yeah. But once again you don't have to draw just actors/characters! If you want to add something in or change things around go for it! Draw for enjoyment!

Lucky last! ALWYN! He was another one who didn't really have someone as a face claim until recently. I just imagined him with scruffy dark hair, dark eyes and a bit muscly. However, I do now use Alex Garcia when he has longish hair. But that's just kind of a placeholder. The guy who played gwaine is another good inspo. But Alwyn always changes how he looks in my mind when I write so I'm happy with whatever!

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Haha, jokes I'm including the SHEEP SHEARER fella for funsies. Ok so I haven't made a decision on the face claim, and I would really want to see how you'd view him. No pressure to draw though!! You do it for yourself, forget about me! I know I literally haven't written a word about him, but I'm planning on setting it late 19th century and having the reader be the niece of the sheep farmer. The reader comes from a pretty well-off family and is visiting her uncle for a little bit. Anyway, she catches the eye of literally every non-related male on the property and since it's a shearing season, there are also a good twenty other men on top of her uncle's workers vining for her attention. I want to make her a little bit naive and not really understanding why all these men want to be her friend, but the sheep shearer, who will be getting a name cause fuck typing that six times, (Probs gonna be Lachlan, shortened to lochy, its a very common name here and apparently not very common elsewhere. although uk probs has it) does. And he hates it. He isn't the best with women, not as smooth as his mates, but he won't let this one get away.

Anyway!!! Thank you for sending this though and all the best!!!!!!!!!

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