#tiny rhett GIGGLES

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#that grumbly little 'alright' #and the tiny little 'bye' :( #and the GIGGLE #lord take me out to the back of the shed #rhett abbott #rhett abbott outer range #outer range amazon #outer range #lewis pullman #delgato's audios

[jungle-angel]

Home is the Warmest Place (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett know that despite your hardships of the past, your home is everything to you

Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding

Rhett lay fast asleep on your bed with one arm curling around one of the twins who lay all swaddled up in his blue blankie, peacefully asleep in the circle of his father's arm. Tatum's soft little whimpers drew Rhett from his deep sleep, his gravely groan following the heaviness that had filled his whole body.

"Alright my little ghoul," he groaned. "I think you're wantin your momma."

Very carefully he picked Tatum up and cradled him in his arms. The day had turned to a dusky blue sky as the snow kept falling, the thick forests and the Abbott land completely covered in white. Rhett calmly rocked Tatum in his arms, but it was clear that his baby son needed to feed soon, his tiny pink tongue poking in and out of his mouth.

"You hungry buddy?" Rhett cooed to his tiny son. "Yeah, I know that look, that's the 'I want momma's boobies look'."

Rhett felt a hotness beginning to bloom in his chest, the sight of his tiny little son in his big arms filling him with a feeling of pure love that he held for you and the rest of the kids.

He headed downstairs, following the tantalizing smells coming from the kitchen, only to find Amy and Hannah playing happily on the living room rug while Tanner managed to stay asleep in his little wicker sleeping basket.

"Hey darlin," Rhett greeted happily, kissing your cheek and making you giggle. "Whatcha cookin tonight?"

"I'm cooking that roast that your dad gave us two weeks ago," you informed him happily.

Rhett groaned, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. Royal had gotten some beef butchered a few weeks before the snow had hit, the freezer filling almost to the top with the beef, elk and bison meat he had gotten on the hunt with Thomas Rainwater and one of Wes's uncles. You and Rhett had planned on doing a store run after the fervor of the Thanksgiving holidays had died down, but the birth of the twins had come much sooner than expected, leaving the drop-freezer in your pantry sparse and almost empty. The rib roast had been somewhat of a lifesaver along with the fact that Cece had told Royal to clean out or else he wouldn't be getting any until he did.

"Did he wake up?" you asked, looking up from the potato pot boiling on the stove.

"Yeah I think he's hungry," Rhett answered.

"Mind watching the potatoes?" you asked.

Rhett nodded and carefully handed a still whimpering Tatum off to you, carefully placing him in the curve of your arms before you were off to the big sectional in the living room and opening your shirt to feed him.

"Daddy, Daddy," Amy chirped. "Can I try the potatoes?"

"Nope, not yet doodlebug," he told her. "Daddy's gotta take the meat outta the oven first."

Amy made a little pouty face before she zipped off to the living room to peer into Tanner's sleeping basket.

Out of the oven came the roast, filling the whole house with its savory smell, the herbs, the spices, carrots, pearl onions, celery, red wine and garlic all mixing together. As soon as Tatum was full and good, you put him into the sleeping basket next to his brother, the two of them fitting in perfectly as you placed a crocheted blanket over the two of them.

You took care of plating the food while Rhett loaded a few more logs into the woodstove so that it would burn through the night and warm the whole house. Dinner was eaten with the girls chattering away, the boys asleep in their basket, the dogs in and out of sleep near the boys and the cats probably lurking about the house. You felt Rhett's hand clasping yours under the table, holding it tightly as he leaned in and kissed your cheek.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Love you too," you whispered back.

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[whiskeynwriting]

I can’t help but imagining jack and baby cakes getting a tiny little cowboy hat for their baby

This is seriously such a cute idea, omg

A Blessing

Agent Daddy Whiskey x Female Reader

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Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, daddy kink (what’s new), breeding kink (ooh this is new), lactation kink (this is new too!), talk of pregnancy, unprotected vaginal sex, soft dom daddy whiskey, very brief mentions of loss/death

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A/N: I'm so in love with him I can't stand it.

Not beta-read, read at your own risk my friends

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In your opinion, there wasn’t a better way to tell him. After you found out yourself, it was only a matter of time before he found out, too. And you didn’t want it to be by accident, and you didn’t want him to wait. The moment just flowed so freely, his words sparking something inside of you.

“From now on, sugar,” When he looked up into your eyes, your smaller frame sitting snugly on his lap, you were able to see everything. Every bit of your husband’s love and genuine care on display. “It’s just you and me.” 

Swallowing, you felt your anxiety fizzle through your veins, excitement and worry all wrapped into one. And he noticed your change in expression, his own now frowning a bit. “Well… maybe not just you and me.” 

Almost nervously, he laughs. Feeling unsure. “What do you mean? Teddy?”

Your new puppy is already asleep in his crate, though it pains you to see. You can’t wait until he’s old enough to sleep on the bed with you.

“No… not exactly.” Giggling nervously, you sigh, looking down. 

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Jack,” Looking back up into his eyes, you take a deep breath, deciding to be forward with him. “I’m pregnant, baby.”

Immediately, the muscles in his face drop, a look of tender shock washing over him. Slowly, his head moves back, getting a better look at you.

“No, you’re not.” He says blankly, eyes searching your own for any sense of hesitation.

Smiling brightly, you nod. “Yeah, I am.” 

“What, I mean, you…” Those warm brown eyes then drop down to your tummy, staring dumbly at you. “Really? Are you s-sure?” 

Internally, his heart is racing, throat going dry as he processes this. I’m gonna be a dad?

“Yes, baby. I’m sure. I took like ten tests.” You’re laughing now, hands holding his cheeks to lift his eyeline to you. “I told you I’d give you babies, honey.” 

“I can’t believe this.” All at once, his emotions hit the surface, a gentle wetness forming on his lower lashline. “Baby, oh my god.” 

Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around you, face resting against your chest. It’s a tight embrace, forcing your body against his. He can’t even describe all of the emotions he’s feeling right now. Something between pride and disbelief and gratitude and love. Always so much love for you.

“How, how far along are you?” Chuckling, he shakes his head, kissing your covered chest. “Babycakes, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe this.” 

“I’m not sure.” Lowering yourself, you turn, resting your cheek on the top of his head while stroking his hair. “No more than a few weeks; a little over a month, probably.” 

“Well, let’s schedule you a doctor’s appointment, sweetheart. Let’s make sure you’re okay, that everything is ready.”

“Ready?” You giggle, looking down at him. 

“Well, yeah! We gotta make sure they’re healthy, make sure you’re healthy. Figure out how far along you are and start planning. You know, I’ve always thought about a ranch-themed nursery.”

This time, a big-bellied laugh escapes you. “Of course you have.” 

“Honey, we’re gonna have a baby.” 

While the two of you have talked about kids before, he never really came to terms with the fact that it would happen again. Ever since losing his first wife Anna, and their unborn son Rhett, he didn’t think it was possible to be gifted such a blessing again. But here you are, giving him everything he could ever want, giving him the entire goddamn world. 

“I’ll always be here, sweetheart. I’ll always protect you, provide for you - you know that, don’t you?” Immediately, worry consumes him, worry and determination. He won’t let what happened to them happen to you. You’re the most precious thing he’s ever had, he won’t ever lose you. 

“Of course, I do.” Kissing the tip of his nose, you smile. “You made those promises to me on the day of our wedding. But I knew it before then, too.” 

Your husband then sighs, sucking in a deep breath shortly thereafter. He’s holding onto you like he’ll never let you go. And he never will. 

“I know this is obviously really soon, but…” 

Jack’s eyes are on you as you speak, his attention unwavering. He can’t believe you’re his wife, can’t believe you’re going to be the mother of his child.

“Do any names come to mind?” You’ve discussed names before, but you’re wondering if any stand out to him now.

He nods, smiling. “You know I like Henry and Jasper.” 

At this, you hum. You’ve always loved the name Henry, and have had a fondness for the name Jasper since he introduced it to you. “And for a girl?” 

“Rowan or Violet.” Jack says firmly, “I love those names.” This makes you grin; you’d introduced him to both of them.  

“Jack?”

“Hm?” He’s still gazing up at you, resting his chin gently on your chest. The expression on his handsome face is entirely lovestruck, in absolute awe of the vision of you. “What is it, baby?” His hands are caressing your back, fingers tracing small, delicate circles.

“I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, baby doll.” He looks like such a puppy right now, staring at you with an incredible amount of adoration. “I can’t believe you’re giving me a baby.”

Grinning excitedly, you whisper, “What do you want it to be?”

“I don’t care.” Comes his immediate answer, shaking his head briefly. “I don’t care at all, not a single bit, baby. I just want ‘em, want a little kid runnin’ around here that’s half you, half me.”

“Just one?” You tease, smiling. And you’re still running your fingers through his hair, heart beating profoundly.

“As many as you’ll let us have, honey.” He tells you wholeheartedly. And then he releases another breath, and quite dramatically. Dropping his head, he kisses your chest, more passionately this time. “Honey, you’re going to look so beautiful with our baby.” 

One of his hands then retracts, sliding over your pelvis, thumb brushing against your lower belly. Truly, he can’t wait to see it, your stunning body growing from his baby. He can’t believe you want this; if only he knew how proud you were to have it. What a blessing.

“You think so, daddy?” 

Something about the moment shifts from sweet to sensual, Jack’s mouth slowly moving over you. Mhm is all he says in response, mumbling against your chest. 

“You know,” He then says, that southern voice growing deep. “I was wondering why you weren’t drinkin’ tonight.” 

“Yeah, it’s because I’m carrying your baby.”

“Oh, honey.” Closing his eyes, he forces out a heavy breath. “Say it again.”

“What? That I have your baby in me?” It’s said in a teasing voice; you love how he’s responding to this. 

Lifting his head, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss, one you return with overt happiness. Jack is absolutely overjoyed to hear this, all of it. And if it’s even possible, it’s made him fall that much harder for you. 

“Babycakes,” Just like that, his hands are sliding down to your ass, gripping your firmly while he groans. Sliding his face over your clothed breasts, he coos quietly. “Daddy wants you.” 

“Yeah?”

Now that you’re thinking about it, tonight was the perfect time to tell him - on New Year’s Eve, on the one-year anniversary of your engagement. You swear, life with him is like a fairy tale. 

“Baby, come here.” Jack’s mouth has moved up to your neck, his hands securing themselves to the bottom of your thighs while he stands up. 

Lifting you with him, he revels in the way you cling to his body, holding onto the sturdiness of him. You can feel the muscles in his upper back and arms, your own wrapping around his neck. Your thighs squeeze his waist, feeling the broadness of his palms slide up to your ass. 

“You’re mine? Huh?” He asks, turning his head to kiss your cheek. 

After striding down the hall, he nudged open your bedroom door, now lowering you to the bed. But his body doesn’t leave you, it covers you, crawling over your smaller form. 

Breathing out a deep sigh, he gazes down at you, a predatory look in his eyes. “Say it.” 

“I’m yours.” Already, you feel drunk on him, on this new feeling. Reaching out, you hold his face. And because of your compliance, he leans into your hold, coming down to kiss you. 

“Oh, baby, let me love on you.” Turning his head, he rubs his forehead over your chin, a gentle and loving nudge. “Daddy wants to touch you.”

Right now, all he’s thinking about is the beauty of your body. You were a gorgeous thing before, and he never thought you could be more amazing than you already were. But somehow, you are. Somehow, you’ve managed to mesmerize him even more. 

You let him move you, let him do whatever he wants. Gentle hands remove your clothing, leaving you bare while he remains clothed. He’s not focusing on himself, he’s focusing on you. 

Jack’s strong hands run down your sides while he sighs, eyes trailing over your naked form. Immediately, he leans down, lips meeting your lower belly. He kisses you softly, humming happily, rubbing your hips while he does it.

“Baby…” He’s already being so sweet, you can’t wait to see how he acts when you really have a belly.

Reaching down, your fingers slide easily through his hair, Jack’s handsome face relaxed in contentment. He feels warm, touching you softly. To get closer to your skin he leans back, lifting his shirt from his body. And then he’s returning to you, face snuggling into the slope of your neck. His one arm keeps him up while his other lays over your body, keeping a hand on your tummy. 

“You’re my girl, honey.” The curve of his nose slides along your neck, knocking your head to the side ever so gently. “Say it to me.”

Smiling, you lift your hands, holding the sides of his face. “I’m your girl, baby.”

“That’s right, honey.” He’s smiling that gorgeous smile, the one that made you fall for him. “You’re so pretty, babycakes. So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mhm.” Nodding, you keep your grin, melting beneath his praise. 

“Then say it.” He softly demands, whispering into your ear. “Say it to me.”

“I’m pretty,” Jack grunts slightly when you don’t say it all, shaking his head against you. But it makes him happy when you complete the phrase. “I’m beautiful.”

“That’s my girl, my good girl. Say it to me, honey. Let me hear you say it - you’re my good girl.”

“I’m your good girl.” He’s never done this before, never made you repeat his praise. But he wants you to know it, wants you to say it until you truly believe it. Jack wants you to know how wonderful you truly are. 

The hand on your stomach lifts to your chest, touching you kindly. He cups you, massages you, turning his head to press those plush lips to your cheek. And he continues, going on for who knows how long, making you repeat his wonderful words and feeling pride bloom in his chest when you say them. 

You’re the love of my life. 

Your body is amazing

You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

You’re the person that completes me

“I want you to know it, honey. I always want you to know it.” 

The love Jack gives you is on an entirely different level than the love you’ve received from others. It’s like you didn’t even know what love was before him. 

“Mm…” He hums, hand dropping from your chest to rub between your legs. “Sugar, you’re wet?”

“Yes, daddy.” You’re nodding, whining slightly, heart skipping in its beat. 

“You want me, baby? You want it?” He’s kissing your cheek again, sighing against you. “Because daddy wants you.” 

Nothing would make Jack happier in this moment than to claim you, to mark your body as his all over again. Spiritually, emotionally, physically, you're his. And he is yours.

Your words allow him to move easily, shifting his pants off his hips and down his legs until they’re discarded somewhere behind him. Jack’s body keeps you down, the warm skin of his chest pressing into your own. This is when he finally meets your lips, his hungry and passionate. Your husband swallows every sound you make, every moan and high whine as he positions himself to slide inside. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” His breaths are already hurried, speaking when he pushes himself into the space between your legs. “When you let me lay you back, when you let me take care of you…” 

“I always want you to.” Reaching for his shoulders, you cling to him, walls stretching around his girth. 

He’s moving so slow that it’s becoming agonizing, finally deciding to lift your hips to speed up the process. And it works, Jack’s punched-out gasp fanned across your face as he looks down at you, down at where the two of you connect.

“If you think I spoiled you before…” He says, grabbing onto your hip with a grin. “You have no idea what’s comin’.”

“I know you’ll always take care of me daddy,” Something emotional overcomes you, one hand lifting to cup his handsome face. “I need you.”

Instantly, he’s diving down, bringing himself back to you. He lets you hold him, both arms wrapping around his neck. Keeping his one hand on your hip, he begins a gradual pace, ducking himself into the crook of your neck to suck sensually on your skin. 

“Daddy, faster, please.”

Already, you’re whining for him, and he fucking loves it, he always has. You succumb so easily to him. Since the first night you saw him, you’ve been addicted. 

“Uh-uh,” Shaking his head, he keeps himself against your neck. “We’re gonna go at daddy’s pace. Don’t wanna hurt your body, baby.”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise, I just, I want it.” You haven’t even had your first ultrasound yet and he’s already treating you like glass. 

Dropping his forehead to your chest, he groans. “You think you know what’s best?”

At this, you whimper, his simple words putting you back in your place. 

“You’ll do what daddy says, babycakes.” Shaking his head, he sighs, continuing to slide in and out of you at a gradual pace. “Don’t make me say it again.” 

Your tiny okay daddy prompts him to lift his head, praise floating from his lips as he leans in to kiss you. Opening his mouth, his tongue slides against your own, tasting you with a sense of urgency. The way he moves his mouth is entirely opposite to the rest of his body. He’s still going slow, the firm drag of him along your walls making you cry out for him. 

“Oh my god, baby. You’re so fucking sexy,” Jack is panting, his hips rutting into you repeatedly. And you’re still clinging to him, lifting your pelvis to meet his every thrust. 

Sliding your hand down his back, it lands on his ass, pushing him closer to you, urging him to dive deeper inside you. 

“You can’t do that.” Feeling your nails scratch down his back, he bares his teeth briefly, feeling a surge of adrenaline kick in. “I’m gonna cum too quick if you keep doing that.” He’s referring to the way you’re moving your hips, and the way you’re touching him.

“It’s okay, daddy. I want it,” Leaning in, you whisper to him, “I already have it.” 

“Oh, honey,” And just like that, he’s thinking about the pregnancy, about how beautiful you’ll look with your belly. “Will you let me lick you?”

“Hm?” 

His free hand rises to your chest again, gripping your left breast. “When these get big ‘n full…”

Those brown eyes then look down, gazing at your chest with a sense of hunger you’ve never seen before.

“Will you let me taste them?”

Fuck, you never even thought about that. It’s never been brought up before, Jack having any kind of lactation kink. But it makes sense, he does love your soft, plump chest. 

“Baby, that’s so sexy…” Watching him dive down, he sucks your nipple inside his mouth, moaning. “Yes, of course I will, daddy.” 

Just thinking about it makes him throb, his imagination pushing him to the edge. He can already picture it, your sensitive tits spilling from the nipple, leaking down your chest. It would taste so sweet, the milk dripping from you. He’d massage them in his warm, strong hands, squeezing more out of you. 

“Fuck me, sugar, I’m…” Pinching his eyes shut, he groans. “Jesus baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You’re not sure if you’re feeling sensitive from your early pregnancy or just from the moment, but you feel like you could cum, too. It didn’t always happen, experiencing your high solely from his length. But the way he’s fucking you right now is making your body shake. 

He bites into your shoulder, groaning, hips jerking harshly into the space between your legs. Jack lets you guide him, your hand on his ass pushing him in even deeper than he already is. With your other hand, you grip his hair, your body rolling up against his. The feeling of him spilling inside you is what does it, and it shocks you both, your orgasm riding through you in waves. And then Jack slides his hand up the bed, holding the back of your head and kissing the bruise he left. 

The way he cums is something else; it’s like it has a different purpose now. Holding your body close, he wraps both arms around you, thinking about the life the two of you have built. He’s never been more confident that you’re the one for him. 

Jack’s aftercare was always top tier, you’re truly blessed to have such a doting partner. After cleaning you, he brings you a clean set of pajamas, placing a pillow beneath your head. He knows your nighttime routine pretty well, so he brings you your hairbrush and a hair tie, watching you brush and then braid your hair. When you’re done, he puts everything back, returning to your side in no time. Smoothing his palm over your forehead, he kisses it, doing the same to your belly. And it makes you grin. He then jogs downstairs, grabbing your water bottle so he can fill it and also bring up some snacks. 

“You wanna watch somethin’, baby?” Setting your bottle on your nightstand, he sighs, grunting slightly as he rounds the bed to get situated on his side. “Brought you some fruit and popcorn.”

“Baby, you didn’t have to do that.” Smiling brightly at him, your eyes dazzle with admiration. 

But while you’re looking at him, he frowns, eyes narrowing. Darting slightly to the side, he looks at your phone screen, now grinning. 

“What’s that?” He asks, nodding at your phone. 

Turning your head, you look back at your Google search, cheeks burning from your grin. Looking back at him, you nibble on your corner lip. 

“What do you think about a tiny cowboy hat?”

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[mayhem24-7forever]

The Littlest Cowgirl and the Mean Old Bull (Whumptober 2022)

Whumptober Prompts (from this list): Lies - New Scars - Breathing Through The Pain

Character: Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Author’s Notes: If you are not over eighteen, this is not for you! I deserve a safe place to express myself and that includes not wanting minors to read my content, even when it is not sexual in nature. Thank you. I am REALLY sorry that this is late but I really am trying my best okay! I actually switched this with day 15 bc I had no inspiration for that day and I wanted to write this one lmao. HUGE thank you to @jostystyles for looking over this for me, this is for you baby. fic dividers by my darling @a-reader-and-a-writer, thank you so so much

Warnings: ANGST, bull riding, graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, blood and gore, low key religious trauma, hospitals, misplaced guilt, (AKA Jo traumatizes Rhett’s five year old daughter for 4.5k words)

“Momma hurry up! We’re gonna miss daddy’s ride!” the little girl called, dragging her mother towards the stands and through the crowd by the hand.

“Slow down Annie!” Y/N laughed, shaking her head as her five year old daughter plowed through the crowd of adults without hesitation. “We have time!”

Angelica Abbott was definitely her father’s daughter, all attitude and sass, just like Rhett. She stomped through, weaving through the legs of the crowd, her tiny pink cowgirl boots kicking up tiny clouds of dust as she went. For her outfit that evening (she always dressed up for daddy’s rodeos), she had chosen to dress in a miniature matching version of what her father was wearing, a dark blue flannel and jeans, her hair braided into two tails under her pink cowgirl hat.

She didn’t slow down, not satisfied until her and her mother had taken their seats in the stands with grandpa Royal. The rodeo was on the other side of the state from Wabang as it was a big competition and so Rhett and his wife had decided to make it into a little vacation for Annie. Royal had come to see his son compete in the biggest competition of his career, Cecelia staying home to watch Amy as Perry had gone on another bender and as such was unfit. Annie climbed up the stands and hopped into her grandfather’s lap as her mother trailed behind her, out of breath from chasing and calling after the rambunctious child.

“Angelica, what have I told you about runnin’ away from your mama?” Royal asked as sternly as he could, struggling to stop himself from smiling at her adorably grumpy face.

Royal’s grandchildren were his weakness and one look from Amy or Annie would have him giving in to give them whatever they wanted, a fact they both took advantage of. Y/N huffed out a final breath as she sat down next to her father-in-law.

“Mama’s too slow!” Annie whined and Royal chuckled. “Daddy’s about to ride and we were gonna miss it!”

“Your father doesn’t ride for another ten minutes, little one.” Royal supplied and Annie giggled as she shrugged.

Annie settled back in her grandfather’s lap, leaning back against his chest and peering down at the ring and the bull pens behind it. The three of them played I Spy for a while to kill the time, Annie giggling when she chose to describe the same trailer for the third turn in a row.

“Oh look! It’s daddy!” Y/N said and Annie sat up, looking to where her mom was pointing at the back of the ring to find her father getting ready to mount the bull in it’s tiny pen.

“Daddy!” she squealed and Rhett turned to wave at her with a big smile, Annie waving back frantically.

“I love you, Angel!” he called back, his nickname for her barely audible from so far with so much noise around them.

Rhett turned to focus on mounting the bull when Annie’s face suddenly dropped.

“Oh no!” she cried out and her mother and grandfather looked to her in concern. “I didn’t give daddy his good luck kiss! I always give him his good luck kiss before he rides!”

“It’s alright sweetheart, just you being here to watch him is all the luck he’ll ever need.” Royal assured her.

She watched nervously as Rhett struggled to mount the bull, the handlers barely able to get him on it. Annie had never seen that happen and it made her stomach twist into knots. She turned to her mother, leaning practically onto her lap and got her attention as the man on the speakers started talking.

“Mama?” she said quietly and her mother leaned in to hear her daughter over the announcer. “My tummy hurts.”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby, we can go back to the hotel right after daddy finishes his ride.” Y/N assured her and Annie frowned.

“Need to go now!” she insisted, pouting.

“Sweetheart, daddy is about to ride. Eight seconds and he’s off and we can go, okay?” her mother asked and Annie reluctantly nodded, settling back into her grandfather’s lap uneasily.

Annie had seen a lot of her father’s rides over her very short life, whether it was in a sling wrapping her against her mother’s body, nestled on her grandmother’s lap, or perched high up on her grandfather’s shoulders. A few times, her father had fallen off or had a rough landing but he always got back up with minimal injuries, usually just some cuts and bruises, a sprain or two at the worst.

Whenever that happened, Rhett would sit on a chair in the kitchen as Y/N cleaned and bandaged his cuts and put ice on his bruises. Annie would be perched on the kitchen table or on his lap, using her little toy first aid kit to help her momma. She liked playing nurse to help her daddy feel better when he was hurt. Rhett would always end up covered in dozens of flowery and sparkly little bandaids, whether he needed them or not (and usually he didn’t).

“Daddy just got a little banged up by the mean old bull, baby.” he would assure her, her little fingers tracing over the scars, both new and old on his chest. “I’m just lucky I have you and your mama–best nurses in Amelia county–to always take care of me.”

Annie usually loved to watch her father ride bulls but as she waited for the ride to start, that bad feeling in her stomach got worse and worse. The bullhorn sounded and the gates were thrown open, the bull launching out of the shoot, Rhett hanging onto its back for dear life. She tried to count the seconds like her grandmother had taught her to do between lightning and thunder to know how far away a storm was.

One-one thousand. The crowd including her grandfather shot to their feet, hooting and hollering.

Two-one thousand. The bull bucked over and over again, bellowing in anger at the man on his back.

Three-one thousand. Rhett’s hat flew off his head, landing in the dirt below the angry bull’s stomping hooves and quickly being trampled.

Four-one thousand. The halfway point, Rhett still holding on tightly to the reins even as the bull got angrier and angrier, trying harder and harder to throw him off.

Five-one thousand. The dust cloud kicked up by the bull got bigger and bigger, almost hiding the image of Rhett perched on it’s back, his hand up in the air just like in the tattoo on his chest.

Six-one thousand. One of the ropes on the bull snapped, Rhett’s grip slipping as the entire saddle was knocked loose.

Seven-one thousand. Rhett’s body was flung off of the bucking bull, hitting the ground with a sickening smacking noise inaudible over the loud collective gasp of the crowd as the angry bull charged in to attack with swinging horns and stomping hooves.

The handlers were good at their jobs, getting the bull roped and pulled away from him in mere moments. Within seconds, Rhett’s unmoving body was swarmed by about a dozen handlers and blocking the crowd’s view of him. The crowd had gone deathly silent but as the bull was pulled back into its pen, they began to murmur in hushed whispers. Royal and Y/N were frozen in shock, unable to stop Annie when she wriggled out of her grandfather’s arms and took off down the stairs and towards the pen.

“Angelica, no!” Y/N screamed, racing after her but Annie didn’t listen.

“DADDY!” Annie screamed, sliding between the legs of some officials and into the ring before anyone could stop her, tears streaming down her cheeks as she ran towards the circle of bodies surrounding her father.

Rhett’s brain was pounding in his skull, his eyes struggling to focus on anything but the bright lights of the arena as half a dozen dark figures hovered above him, their panicked voices overlapping.

“Don’t move Rhett! Just don’t move!”

“Jesus fucking Christ-”

“The paramedics are coming, alright?”

“Abbott, blink twice if you can hear me!”

“Oh my God…”

“Do not move!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

He tuned them out, lying there in the dirt as he attempted to breathe through the agonizing pain on every inch of his body. Something warm and wet was pooling below his left leg and he couldn’t move his left arm at all. He blinked hard as the figures above him came in and out of focus, the same horrified look on every one of their faces. His whole body ached and he groaned in pain when someone tried to touch him. But he didn’t care. All that mattered was making sure his baby girl didn’t see him like that, especially as he heard a small but loud voice shrieking “Daddy!” and wailing in distress. He turned his head as much as he could to look between the legs of the others to see a tiny figure sprinting towards him from across the ring.

“Stop her… can’t… see me… like this.” Rhett rasped, a bit of blood coming out of his mouth as he wheezed in pain.

Luckily, one of the handlers was able to grab her before she got close enough to see him and Rhett could hear her screaming as she was handed off to Royal, who had been hot on her heels. Her voice got further and further away, her grandfather evidently carrying her away despite her loud protests. The men around Rhett parted enough to let Y/N through and she collapsed onto her knees at his side, her terrified eyes raking over his body and taking stock of his injuries. The protective vest seemed to have shielded his chest from the bull’s horns but his legs were not as lucky. He had a huge gash on his left leg, blood pouring forth through a tear in both chaps and jeans. His left arm was smashed, bones jutting out at impossible angles and he was having great difficulty breathing, his chest rising and falling unsteadily at uneven intervals with a rattling wheeze accompanying each breath.

“Oh my God, baby…” she gasped, shaky hands covering her mouth in shock, tears beginning to pour out of the corner of her eyes as she turned to scream at the men standing around. “Where the fuck are the medics! We need a fucking ambulance! Don’t just fucking stand there!”

Rhett chuckled a little at his wife’s fiery rage before the laugh turned to a cough, more blood spraying from his mouth which pulled her attention back to him. Her hands flew to his face, cradling him as she moved strands of his long hair off of his sweaty forehead. Grunting with effort, he moved to place his right hand on hers and she eagerly took it, trying to keep him from moving too much.

“It’s okay baby, don’t move. The medics are coming through the gate right now, okay?” she assured him and he nodded slightly, gazing up into his beautiful wife’s sad eyes. “Just hold on, baby. You’re gonna be just fine, Rhett.”

He squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile.

“I love you, baby. If I don’t get to tell you again, I love you so damn much.” Rhett said and she shook her head, shushing him.

“No, don’t think like that, okay? You’re gonna be alright and you can tell me again later.” she replied, crying as she looked down at her husband. “I love you and Annie loves you and you’re not going anywhere.”

“Our little angel didn’t see me like this, right?” he asked and she shook her head.

“No, your father took her outside the ring.” she assured him and he breathed out in relief.

“Tell her I’m okay.” he said weakly and they both knew it was a lie. “Tell her daddy is just a little more bruised up than usual from the mean old bull.”

Y/N nodded, unable to speak through her tears as the paramedics kneeled beside them, dropping his hand reluctantly when a rodeo official gently eased her up and away from him so they had room to work. She felt like she was in a nightmare as she was led out of the ring, glancing backwards every few seconds to watch them strap him onto a board and carry him into an ambulance.

Everything had been a blur of tears to Annie ever since her grandfather had carried her out of the ring, ignoring her angry fists pounding on his chest and her screamed demands to be taken back. An ambulance with flashing lights and sirens pulled up to the gate of the ring and drove inside as some rodeo officials ushered Royal and Annie into an office in the back of the arena. When another official brought Y/N in a few minutes later, Annie was still blubbering into her grandfather’s neck as he shushed her and stroked her back. The second she saw her mother Annie reached for her and was pulled into her mother’s arms, Royal holding the pair comfortingly.

The officials talked with Royal and Y/N for a while but Annie wasn’t paying attention, instead continuing to cry as she clung to her mother. They were brought out to a car and driven back to their hotel, her mother telling her that daddy was going to the hospital but that they couldn’t see him until he felt a little better. Royal thanked the man who drove them, his comforting arm around his daughter-in-law’s shoulder as they headed for their rooms, Royal deciding to stay in their room for the night.

When they had made the reservations, Royal had his own room while Rhett’s family took a room with two beds, one for Rhett and Y/N and the other for Annie. Annie had been very excited to have her own big big-girl bed as a vacation treat, although most nights she ended up sleeping in her parents’ bed anyways as she found out she didn’t like sleeping in such a big bed all alone. Royal excused himself to go out onto the balcony to call Cecelia and let her know what had happened while Y/N struggled to get Annie through her nighttime routine.

Annie refused to take a bath and even threw her favorite bath toy (a rubber duck with a cowboy hat) at her mother, yelling that she wanted her daddy. Y/N tried to stay calm and keep it together, feeling just as upset as her daughter but unlike the little girl, she had responsibilities, trying to remember that Annie was only acting out because she was scared and she didn’t fully comprehend what was happening. Y/N was able to get her into her pajamas and coax her to lay down on her bed, falling into a restless sleep, crying in her mother’s arms, squeezing her favorite stuffed animal, Bessie the pink cow, tightly.

Rhett had been showing Annie all the animals on the ranch one day when she asked why some of the cows were black and white, but others were brown. He told her that the color of the cow showed what kind of milk they made: the black and white cows making regular milk, the brown ones making chocolate milk, and pink cows making strawberry milk. Annie had asked why they didn’t have any pink cows on the ranch and Rhett told her it was because they were “so super rare” only special pink cow farms could have them, which disappointed her. A few days later, she found a little stuffed pink cow sitting on her bed, her mother shaking her head and smiling at how much Rhett spoiled her.

Annie woke up a little bit later, the lights all off and she couldn’t stop thinking about her daddy’s accident, convinced it was her fault because she forgot to give him his good luck kiss beforehand. She crawled out of Y/N’s arms, careful not to wake her and hopped of the bed, kneeling next to it with her hands together in front of her like grandma had taught her.

"Dear Mr. Jesus, I know I don't pray to you as much as gramma wants me to but please save my daddy.” Annie begged, choking on her whispered pleas as tears began to stream down her face again. “I'm really sorry I didn't give him his good luck kiss before his ride but please make him get better. I swear i'll never forget to give him his good luck kiss again, I'm sorry. I’ll eat all my veggies without complaining and I’ll do my letter books for school and listen to mama when she tells me to clean my room. I swear I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be a good girl, Mr. Jesus sir, please save my daddy."

Satisfied with her prayer, she she padded across the carpeted room to the bathroom, dragging Bessie on the ground behind her. Once she had finished her business, she noticed that her grandfather was still out on the balcony with his head in his hands. She walked over and tried to open the heavy glass sliding door but couldn’t reach the handle. Gently, she tapped on the glass and Royal turned to reveal a tear-stained face. Wiping his eyes quickly, he leaned over and opened the door, giving his granddaughter the best smile he could muster as she stepped outside into the cool night air, her tiny feet quick to cross the cold cement.

“What are you doing up, little one?” he asked, voice hoarse and raw from crying as he lifted her up into his lap.

“Had to go potty.” she answered, reaching up to place her little hand on his cheek, still wet with tears. “Were you crying grampa?”

Royal nodded, eyes overflowing with tears again, and Annie gave him a big hug. She had never seen her grandfather cry before but she wanted to make him feel better so she did what he did every time she cried and hugged him tightly.

“Grampa?” Annie asked quietly after a minute and he pulled back to look at her.

“Yes, darlin’?” he asked and she looked up at him nervously.

“Is daddy gonna be okay?” she asked with wide eyes, the same blue eyes as her father and suddenly Royal felt as if he had been thrown back in time to when he had first held Rhett in his arms. “Are the doctors gonna make him all better?”

“I don’t know, darlin’...” he answered honestly, stroking her hair as she picked at Bessie’s fabric, avoiding his eyes. “The doctors are gonna do everything they can but ultimately we don’t know what’s gonna happen. But I’ll tell you what I do know…”

“What, grampa?” she asked, head snapping up to look at him as she listened intently.

“Your daddy is a fighter, he always has been, ever since he was as little as you.” he told her, trying to keep himself from crying again as he looked down at her, so full of fear and hope. “He’s one tough son of a bitch like me and he’s gonna fight as hard as he can to make it back to you and your mama.”

“You said a no no word, grampa.” she said with a little giggle that made him smile despite everything.

“I suppose I did.” he chuckled. “Don’t tell your grandmama I said that and I won’t tell your mama that you’re up this late. It can be our little secret, deal?”

“Deal!” she replied, curling up in his arms again with her head on his chest, holding Bessie tightly as she drifted to sleep listening to his steady heartbeat.

He waited until he was sure that she was asleep before he got up and carried her back inside, putting her back down next to her mother. He tucked them in, Annie instinctively curling up against Y/N in her sleep, and gave them both a kiss on the forehead before heading over to the other bed to try and sleep.

“Annie, baby, wake up.” Her mother’s voice said, gently coaxing her awake and she opened her eyes to find herself looking up at her mother’s smiling face. “The hospital called. Daddy is okay and we can visit him now!”

Annie sat up quickly, eyes wide with surprise.

“Really?” she asked and Y/N nodded.

“We’re gonna go get some breakfast while we wait for visiting hours to begin and then we’re gonna go see him.” she told her daughter with a smile, stroking her hair comfortingly.

“The doctors made him all better?” Annie asked.

“Well, he’s still not feeling all better yet, he’s still hurt but the doctors said that he’s gonna be okay now.” Y/N assured her. “And in a few days, they’re gonna let him out of the hospital and we’ll all get to go home, alright baby?”

Annie nodded and gave her mom a hug before they got ready to go, Annie deciding she wanted to wear her pretty yellow sunday dress to go see him, Y/N grateful she had the forethought to pack it even though they hadn’t planned on going to church. After all three were ready, they walked across the street to a restaurant, Royal carrying his grand daughter as she rambled on about what kind of pancakes she wanted and how they had to bring some to Rhett. Royal and Y/N talked about adult stuff Annie didn’t understand while they ate breakfast, Annie tearing into her chocolate chip pancakes and drowning them in syrup. She was very excited when her mama let her order hot chocolate and she sipped away at it while her grandfather talked about medical and financial stuff with her mother.

Annie made sure they ordered a plate of food for Rhett, telling the waitress that she needed to please make sure the box was closed tight because they had to take it to the hospital for her daddy and she didn’t want to spill anything. When Royal was paying the check at the cash register up front, the waitress gave Annie a cookie and handed over the box for Rhett, which she said was ‘on the house’, although Annie didn’t understand how it could be on the house if they were in it. Either way, Y/N thanked her and the trio headed outside and across the street again.

The car from the previous night came to pick them up again and drive them to the hospital, dropping them off right at the front doors. They stopped in the gift shop so Annie could pick out some flowers for her father while Royal asked the staff for Rhett’s room number. Annie held her mother’s hand tightly as they took the elevator up a couple floors and a nurse led them down the bright hallways that seemed so endlessly long before they finally stopped in front of a door. The nurse knocked and opened the door.

“Mr. Abbott, you have some visitors here to see you.” she said with a smile and Annie was ushered into the room, the nurse shutting the door behind her when she left.

The first thing Annie noticed was how bright and clean everything was, a big window with the curtains thrown open taking up almost a whole wall. Then she saw the very high bed, big machines beeping beside it. There were so many tubes, cords, and wires everywhere that it took her a minute to realize that her father was lying in the bed with his head propped up on some pillows. His left side was way more bandaged than his right side and his left arm was in a cast but he smiled at her anyways.

“Hey Angel!” Rhett exclaimed. “Did you get all dressed up in your pretty dress just to come see me?”

Annie noticed the big bandages on his head and looked down at the floor, clinging to her mother’s leg shyly.

“Annie, go on baby, it’s okay.” Y/N prodded her gently trying to usher her towards her father but she just held on to her leg tighter with her eyes squeezed shut, little tears slipping out as she began to cry into her mother’s side.

Startled, Y/N looked to Rhett and Royal in confusion before kneeling down at her daughter’s level, pulling her into her arms.

“It’s okay, baby. Look, daddy’s alright!” she assured her, picking her up and carrying her towards Rhett’s bed, stroking her hair comfortingly. “I know it looks scary but he’s okay, sweetheart!”

Annie looked at her father again before bursting into tears and burying her head in her mother’s neck.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried out and the adults looked to one another in concern as she blubbered on. “I’m sorry I got you hurt daddy, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“Angel, what do you mean? You didn’t hurt daddy.” Rhett assured her as Y/N sat in the chair by his bed so he could reach out to comfort his baby girl, Annie turning her head to look at him.

“It’s my fault! I didn’t give you your good luck kiss!” she sobbed and her parents sighed in realization. “I always give you your good luck kiss so you don’t get hurt but I forgot this time and you did get hurt!”

“Angelica, look at me.” Rhett told her, holding her hands as she turned in Y/N’s lap to face him directly, blue eyes staring into blue eyes. “This is not your fault. This didn’t happen because I didn’t get a good luck kiss, okay? So don’t think for one second that you caused this because you didn’t.”

“R- really?” she asked, voice catching on her tears and Rhett wiped them off of her cheeks, her mother rubbing her back comfortingly.

“Yes, Angel. I’m sure.” he told her with a smile. “Now, come give me a hug, I missed my baby girl so much.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, daddy.” she said quietly, looking at his bandages worriedly.

“You won’t baby. Just be gentle and stay on this side and I’ll be okay.” Rhett assured her, referring to his right side and she nodded.

Y/N helped her climb up onto the bed and gently lay down beside him, tucked into his side under his arm as he held his wife’s hand.

“See? I’m alright, Angel. I just got a little more banged up than usual by the mean old bull and I’ll have some new scars but I’m okay.” he told her. “And I’m never gonna ride another bull again, okay?”

“Really?” she asked, half in surprise and half in happiness.

“I pinky promise.” he said, letting go of his wife’s hand to link pinkies with his daughter as she smiled.

“Oh!” she said suddenly, dropping his pinky and digging in her pocket as her parents looked at her in confusion. “I got it!” she exclaimed as she fished out one of her flowery bandaids. She carefully peeled off the wrapper and stuck it on his hand, looking up at him proudly. “All better!”

“Yes, Angel, thank you.” Rhett said, pressing a kiss to her forehead and grabbing his wife’s hand, smiling at Royal as he nodded affectionately from his spot in the doorway. “I’m all better now.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott fic #outer range #outer range fic #whumptober #whumptober 2022

[bradshawsbaby]

Sarah if you need some soft thoughts, I can certainly deliver, it's something I've incorporated into the fics for a while now but I hope it does you good.

When Rhett was a baby, Royal's mom made him a little quilt that had cowboys and bulls all over it. Royal used to wrap him in it on really cold nights and would often laugh about how Rhett looked like a tiny little five pound potato. When Rhett was about five to six months old, Royal's old pit bull, Chubby, used to drag a giggling Baby Rhett down the hall in it (lol).

Him and Cecelia held onto all that stuff and by the time the boys put in appearance, you can bet that both Papa and Nana Cece would wrap them both in Rhett's old baby quilt and Royal still says they look like a pair of little potatoes, just like their dad (lol).

This is very sweet indeed! Thank you for sharing it with me! 🥰

What I wouldn’t give to be on the ranch, barefoot and pregnant with Rhett’s children instead of dealing with the BS I have to deal with on a daily basis 😆

#rhett abbott

[oncasette]

Can you do smut 27. “I’m not jealous, it’s just you’re mine” with Rhett Abbott please? Congrats on the milestone! 🥳 ❤️💙

sorry it’s not smutty, anon, i just got these vibes from the prompt! i hope you still enjoy!! <3

you’d been across the bar all night. watching him, staring him down in those tiny ass shorts that already drive him right past crazy and into downright insane. talking to a guy you’d known in high school—a trevor, he thinks—all while wearing his hat.

“c’mon, doll,” he mumbled as he slid up behind you, tucking his hand into your back pocket as he tugged you into his side.

“one sec, baby. tony was just telling me something about his mom,” you said, still giggling as you leaned over to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. the jaw that he’s now using all of his force to clench shut, to keep him from verbally abusing this poor boy in front of him.

he leans further into you, so far you can smell his aftershave as his mouth brushes along the shell of your ear, “don’t make me drag you out of this bar, sunshine.”

you scoff slightly before turning to whisper, “jealous bastard.”

“i’m not jealous, sweetheart. it’s just, you’re mine,” he growls. it’s not long before he’s cutting off tony mid-sentence to lead you out to his truck, either.

join my celly!

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #rhett abbott drabble #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #lewis pullman drabble #outer range #r’s 1k!!!

[wildbornsiren]

Bradley and Bob going to visit Bob’s family and it’s just so cute because they’re so welcoming and Bradley chokes up because it feels like home

Fe. Fe. FE. A brilliant explosion of color lined the road, the fall foliage on display everywhere he looked. Bradley glanced over at Bob, who was humming along with the song on the radio as he drove. One hand on the wheel, the other holding Bradley’s. Thumb smoothing over the back of his hand. It was still all so new, despite being together for nearly a year now, and when Bob asked him to come home to meet the family, Bradley panicked. Bob had put up with it all. The silence, the nerves, the eight million questions when Bradley decided that yes, he would go home with Bob to Tennessee. “You alright?”

The soft question startled Bradley out of his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. It’s gorgeous out there.” “It’s gorgeous in here too.” Bob grins, and Bradley’s heart skips a beat. He squeezes Bob’s hand gently. “Last chance to back out,” Bob says softly, turning down a dirt road. “I’m ready.” The drive widens slightly, winding along. Immense pastures spread out as far as he can see, the sunset setting everything ablaze in shades of oranges and reds. There’s a slight dip in the road, Bob taking a hard right, the crunch of gravel giving way to concrete. The drive ends in a loop with a sprawling ranch house. Bob pulls up next to another truck. There’s a blonde woman, a child on her hip talking to man who has an identical child on his hip while two more race around the truck. “My sister Ellie, and that’s her husband Jeff.” Bob says softly. “The twins are in a Dr. Seuss stage and only answer to Thing One and Thing Two. The boy with the cowboy hat is Jensen, and the little girl is Aubrey.” “We like Jeff?” “We like Jeff.” Bob repeats. “Margret is on the porch, and her boyfriend is probably in the house.” There’s a blonde woman standing on the porch, laughing as three dogs escape out the front chased by two more children, a teenager following lazily after them. “The two little kids belong to my cousin.” Bob says, “They’re staying with momma while Rhett’s working the circuit. The teenager is Charlie, he’s Margret’s.” Bob startles when there’s a thump to his window, turning to see a third woman with her face pressed against the glass comically. “That’s Cassie.” Bob says as Bradley laughs, seeing the slow realization in her eyes that Bob isn’t alone in the cab of the truck. “You ready?” “Absolutely not.” Bradley says with a soft laugh, but he’s got his hand on the door release. His feet hit the ground, and there’s a moment of quiet. He can feel all eyes on him, taking his measure. And then Bob gets out of the truck. He slams the door closed, walking over to Bradley taking his hand. “Behave, all of you.” There’s another moment of silence, broken by a thunderous crash, or the call of a very large bird of prey, Bradley’s not sure. The two kids who had been running around the other truck turn and barrel straight into Bob, taking him down while the dogs, and two other younger children join in. “Ellie,” the woman with a toddler on her hip, offers her hand. They shake, and he grins. “Hold this,” She hands Bradley the toddler. “Robert Floyd you didn’t tell me you were bringing your boyfriend?” Ellie takes a foot to her knee and she joins the dog pile as Cassie knocks into her. There’s a whole lot of wrestling and yelling and hysterical giggles. “Are you Thing One, or Thing Two?” Bradley asks the blond toddler who blinks brilliant blue eyes at him. The kid holds up two fingers, before there’s a tiny hand slapping against his mustache. “Pleased to meet you Thing Two.” Bradley murmurs and is rewarded with happy laughter. “It’s safer inside.” Jeff tips his head toward the house, Margret was moving down the stairs zeroed in on the mass of bodies rolling around in the dirt. They head up to the house, Bradley’s stomach rumbling when he smells something delicious coming from the kitchen. “Welcome to the chaos.” Jeff says with a smile. “Go find Nanna, tell her Uncle Bobby and his boyfriend are here.” He sets one twin down, and takes the other from Bradley. It’s warm and noisy, there’s toys strewn about, shoes piled up in the entry way. A television is playing cartoons, there’s music coming from the kitchen. Bradley feels his shoulders drop, the last bit of nerves evaporating from his belly. He hadn’t felt like this in years, and it was something that he had missed deep down in his cells. Home. The door bangs open behind them, bringing with it a gust of chilly autumn air. Bob’s draped on his back, Bradley supporting his weight, feeling himself blush when a soft kiss is pressed to his cheek. “Come on, let’s introduce you to Momma.”

#shelly answers #mail time! #shelly on writing #Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw/Robert 'Bob' Floyd #Floydshaw #delicate universe #Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw #shelly writes #drabbles #hc

[beachbabey]

I GOT A COWPRINT BACKPACK AND IT’S SO TINY AND CUTE AND I CANT STOP THINKING OF GOING ON A LITTLE HIKE/PICNIC WITH RHETT AND HIM SEEING IT AND GIGGLING AND RUFFLING MY HAIR

“You little cutie pie, you got your water bottle and stuffie in there?”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott headcanons #rhett abbott x reader

[becausethathappens]

Help me see the teeny Rhett. I just don’t get it. He look very big

hey, anon. i answered fairly seriously, so hopefully this was a genuine question. otherwise, sorry for the lengthy response. just trying to explain since i've seen this come up before!✌️

usually it's just the transgressive nature of seeing someone that big, bearded, and masculine be soft, cute, and delicate. i think that rhett defaults to being hurt or amused by something in a way that shows in his mind, he's small and vulnerable. (see the video below for an example)

beyond that, rhett has talked about having what i consider to be a relationship to his body that is close to dysmorphia (he's never used that term, so this is merely conjecture, and honestly applies to his chin insecurities, too) regarding how intimidating/inconvenient his size comes across when out in public.

when rhett does things that a lot of people who feel Large do to feel secure/smaller (contemplates his size in comparison to nature/space, gets extra gentle with people, soft spoken, leans forward/down to meet everyone at their eye level, folds his body up in ways that minimize the space he takes up) he generally gets very coy and cutesy while he does it. sometimes, if he seems to come off as insecure about his size, he'll overcorrect and act "tiny" on purpose as if to downplay his size like it's incongruous that this big, imposing guy is throwing peace signs or giggling. (also in the video below) kind of like, if i'm going to have to wear tight clothes or be tall in a crowd, i'm going to make it a bit so everyone knows that i know and don't need to hear about how the cuffs don't reach my wrists, i'll cuff the ankles myself and make it a Look, i didn't want to stand either, etc.

of course, he also has moments where he'll brag about his height or get loud or purposefully spread himself out to take up space. but part of why i assume he does this is to attempt to lampshade the obvious. that's how rhett operates. he makes the joke before you can. he is his own harshest critic (which is saying something because there's certainly a long line of volunteers, at times), so he opts to voice the criticism he expects to hear about how his size (or anything else), so it can't hurt him if someone else were to say the same.

all that rambling is to say that when i notice him having done these little things to look smaller, intentional or subconsciously, i like to celebrate them. when you're as focused on that as he is, clearly dwelling on it a lot (his whole adult life, per the video below), it's fun to buy into his fantasy version of himself too.

i'm of the opinion that if he wants to be perceived as small and nonthreatening, he deserves the chance. even if it's just to me and other people who shout out #tiny rhett spottings in the tags.

and honestly, considering how surprised some people are to find out he's as tall as a door frame or that link is 6 feet, i think he's fairly successful at it. 🥺️💕

#answers #tiny rhett #soft gmm thoughts on a friday night #randlore #.mp4 #.txt

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Prompt: Rhett meeting links boyfriend after there break up🥺

Thanks for the juicy prompt, lovely anon! I've clearly given up on the drabble thing. Hope you like this!

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Rhett’s been dreading this day ever since Link’s and his big blowout and the break up that followed. He knew it was coming. He’d just hoped it would have taken a little bit longer. A couple of years maybe. Or a nice round decade.

But no, it only took three months for Link to announce to their friend group that he was bringing a date to the dorm party. Everyone else met his news with vocal excitement. Rhett could only muster a half of a smile while the rest of his capabilities were rerouted to keeping his shattered heart on life support. 

That had been a week ago. And here he was now. Link’s new boyfriend. Brad.

Fuck Brad.

Rhett stood at the doorway leading from the living room to the kitchen and scowled at the pair over his half-finished beer. The guy was pretty. Of course Link would get a pretty guy. Link could have his pick of the guys of NC State—gay, bi, even supposedly straight guys on occasion—everyone tended to fall in love with his chaotic but sweet energy. The sparkling-blue eyes weren’t a hindrance either. Neither was that tiny grabbable waist and those soft lips he used so damn well… 

Stop that! Rhett shook his head, aggravated with his treasonous brain. Things Link did with his lips was not something Rhett needed to think about while in public, wearing pants that didn’t exactly help hide a possible hard-on. Rhett huffed and took an angry sip of his drink.

Yes, Link could have anyone he wanted, but did it have to be Brad? The guy stood there like he owned the place—he had his arm slung around Link’s shoulders and had this cocky grin on his face that made Rhett’s blood boil. Link was snuggled tightly against him, his arm wrapped around Brad’s waist with his hand stuck into the guy’s jeans’ pocket as if to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere else any time soon. Rhett wanted to gag. Or cry. Possibly both.

“Huh.“ Olivia’s voice startled Rhett and he turned to look at the girl who’d appeared next to him.

“Huh what?” 

“Don’t you think…?” Olivia started, tilting his head to the side. Rhett followed her gaze to the happy new couple. 

“Think what?” Rhett groused, bracing himself for some kind of a comment about how cute Link’s new boyfriend was. Olivia turned to look at Rhett, cocked her perfectly-sculpted eyebrow and turned back towards Link.

“It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” she said, a smile tugging at her lips. 

“What are you talking about?” Rhett asked, unable to hide his annoyance. She needed to spit it out, whatever it was, so Rhett could quietly retreat into the kitchen and move as far away from Brad as he could.

Olivia let out a stifled giggle. She covered her mouth and nodded towards the pair. “It’s you.”

Rhett’s heart stuttered. Was he that obvious? Was his gut-wrenching jealousy so easy to read? No one knew about his and Link’s relationship. At least, that’s what he’d thought. Before he could deny, deny, deny, Olivia continued. “Link’s gone and started dating your twin.”

What?

Rhett’s gaze flew back to Brad. And yes, Olivia was kind of right. There was a clear resemblance. Same shaved head and a goatee. Green eyes. Tall and lean. Now that he thought about it, even that annoying as hell smirk was actually quite similar to his own. 

Rhett couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. Olivia was watching him carefully and matched his smile. 

“Yeah, you have nothing to worry about. He’s just a band-aid. You’ll be back together in less than a month,” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She nudged Rhett’s side with her elbow. “You can breathe now, McLaughlin. He’s still yours.”

Olivia was gone before Rhett could react. She’d marched through the crowd and was already talking animatedly with Link, ignoring Brad’s attempts at taking part in their conversation. All she left in her wake was a lingering hint of her citrusy perfume and a kindling of hope that now bloomed inside Rhett.

#Appa writes fic #rhink #rhink fic #rhink ficlet #jealous Rhett #angst #sorry to all Brads

[delopsia]

rhett obviously has tattoos before he meets you, and they all have meaning to him, but his favorite - and the most meaningful one - is the tiny set of letters on his left shoulder. after he proposed, got your initials on the place you first kissed him. yes, obviously your first kiss was on the lips, but you first kissed him on the shoulder when you were still friends. he had gotten a bee sting and wouldn’t stop complaining about it so you sarcastically (gently) kiss the little sore bump and giggled in his face when he went beet red and couldn’t form a word after it. it was the first time he really acknowledged that little crush he had on you that was starting to form. and it was the first time you figured out that your crush may actually be requited some day. 

🩷 @callsignspark

stoppp, this is so cute 😭

The way he just starts grinning like a fool when he realizes you're pressing a kiss to the little bump that's been bugging him all afternoon. His mouth is trying to move, but you're giggling at him, and now he's realizing why his chest always feels funny when you're near.

It's the same one that makes his head all sorts of fuzzy when he finds himself dropping onto one knee, trembling fingers doing all they can to not drop that tiny little ring box. He was entirely meaning to follow up with the notion of him getting a tattoo of your initials, but he's right back where he started. Wearing that same wild grin, drowning in the melody of your excited giggling, and again, he can't get a damn word out of his mouth.

You don't learn of his plan until later that night, unintentionally jogging his memory with a kiss or five. Rhett doesn't fuss the slightest bit when that ink needle hits his skin, a little too distracted by the sparkling ring on your finger to think about anything else. But when you get home, and the soreness starts to set in, he starts up those playful complaints again, and they don't stop until he gets another kiss 💐

#callsignspark #delgato's asks #rhett abbott x reader

[jungle-angel]

Little One of Mine (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Adopting Amy was the best decision the two of you ever made

Tagging: @lt-bradshaw​ My friend I hope you don’t mind if I did a little sequel piece to that little drabble you did the other night, I’m just paying it forward (lol). 

You felt a set of strong arms coiling around you as you scrubbed away the last of the grime on the dinner plates and a little bit of stubble tickling your jaw. “How goes Momma?” that deep, familiar voice purred. 

“Tired as ever Rhett,” you chuckled. 

You felt his warm lips on your cheek and the familiar smell of hay and horses radiating off of Rhett’s warm body. You had never felt so safe or so at ease with anyone but him. You were glad that you had said yes to Rhett those four long years ago. 

All of a sudden, you heard an eruption of screechy little giggles coming from the living room along with a snort and a low woof. Rhett broke away from you for the moment to see what was up, wandering into the living room to find Diesel near Amy’s playpen and the eight month old giggling like crazy. 

“You teasin the dog?” Rhett half laughed as he scooped her right up. “Huh? You teasin Diesel, sweet girl?” 

Amy squeaked before she pressed her wet little mouth against Rhett’s jaw, drawing a laugh out of him. He still couldn’t believe that you and him were now Amy’s parents. He thought for sure that Perry would put up such a fight that he’d keep her, but much to your surprise, the courts saw the evidence and knew he was unfit to take care of Amy. The actual fight between him and Rhett after the whole thing had been settled? You were terrified out of your mind at the shouting, the breaking of glass and the obscenities Rhett had hurled at Perry, that you were surprised Sheriff Joy hadn’t been called. 

“Aaaw, she likes you,” you cooed. 

Rhett laughed again as he tickled Amy, the eight month old wrapping her tiny little fingers around Rhett’s bigger one. 

“Here, you can give her to me,” you said. “I’ll give her a bath tonight.” 

“You sure?” Rhett asked you. 

“You did it last night, so now it’s my turn.” 

He carefully handed Amy off to you before you retreated upstairs to give her a bath. Rhett let Diesel out into the yard to do his business, the yard still completely covered in snow and the pasture fences poking about halfway up from beneath. As soon as he had done his business, Rhett let him back in and locked the door for the night. 

“Lie down,” Rhett commanded, snapping his fingers. 

Diesel laid right down on his bed without hesitation as Rhett loaded the woodstove and lit it for the night. God he he hated March and how the days dragged on, the winter blues setting in earlier than usual. Yet with the winter blues had come immense relief. He had called Royal earlier in the day to gripe and had found out that Perry still hadn’t shown his face after the fight two weeks before. Rhett could’ve cared less. The less he had to deal with Perry, the better. 

“Oh Daddy,” you chirped as you came down the stairs. “Your little princess missed you.” 

“And Daddy missed his little princess,” Rhett added, taking Amy from you and kissing her soft little cheeks. “C’mon baby. It’s bedtime for you.” 

Rhett brought her right upstairs to the nursery that you two had put together for when Amy had at last become yours. You had to give Royal and Rhett serious credit for building the crib when she was first born, taking it with you as soon as you had finished building your own house. 

Rhett seated himself in the creaky old rocker, drawing the quilt Cecelia had made, over him and Amy as her little head came to rest on Rhett’s chest. He loved the fact that you and Cecelia had both worked together on it, the little patches all stitched with little patches that had characters from the Peter Rabbit stories all over them. 

“Oh my bug, ya’ll are tired aren’t you?” he cooed as Amy’s half lidded little eyes began to slowly close. “You’ve had a long day, huh? Buggin Momma the way you do?”

Amy yawned before she finally fell asleep and Rhett carefully placed her in her crib, tucking her in and covering her with the quilt before placing a kiss on her little head. “Night night princess,” he whispered before shutting off the light, her quiet little snores being the only sound in the room. 

“She asleep?” you asked when you caught Rhett in the hallway.

“She’ll sleep till morning,” Rhett whispered. “Ma said she’d come and get her in the morning.” 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed your husband, a little shiver running through your body. “You ok Darlin?” Rhett asked. “You’re shivering.” 

“I wanna show you something,” you said. 

You pulled Rhett into your shared bedroom and handed him something small and square. When he tore off the silver paper that held it in, his eyes grew huge. “I.......you........are you......?” 

You nodded, the tears starting to form in your eyes. 

A quiet little “oh” escaped Rhett’s throat as he stared at the framed sonogram picture and in complete disbelief. You two had been trying since you had gotten married to have a child and now your efforts had finally paid off. 

“Oh.....oh baby.....” Rhett sobbed as he drew you into his arms. “I can’t believe this. Are you really?” 

“Yes, Rhett, I am,” you told him, the tears starting to flow from your own eyes. “Your Ma took me to the doctor last week and she said I was.” 

Something akin to a sob and a laugh escaped Rhett’s throat, overwhelmed with joy that you two were finally going to have a child of your own. “Can I?” he croaked. 

You laughed a little as you lay on your back, moving your shirt up so that your abdomen was exposed. You felt Rhett’s warm cheeks pressing against your skin and the sandpapery feeling of his stubble tickling you a little.

“Hi baby,” he murmured. “Your Momma and I can’t wait to meet you. And your big sister too. She’s still little but I know she’ll love you. We both already love you.” 

And you knew that all three of you would. 

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

[rhettabbotts]

(knocks on the door) Um, Shelbs....? I have a Rhett Abbott thought that you're gonna wanna hear. I've shared it with others but I thought you might want to hear it anyways. You don't have to do anything with it unless you really want to.

I have an imagine where Rhett and the reader have a little girl they named Kaya (I grew up reading the American girl series as a kid and Kaya was always my favorite) and she's basically been on the back of a horse with her daddy since she's been out of the womb. There's also a Kiger Mustang Stallion (the horse from the movie Spirit) that Rhett has basically raised from a foal and is as wild and nuts as he is.

It's rodeo season and Rhett is competing in the bull riding competition and takes first place out of everyone there. Others, some as young as seven and as old as seventy are also competing in different contests. Mind you, Kaya is six and VERY VERY TINY with dirty blonde hair almost down to her butt and she insists on riding daddy's horse, who is also pretty huge. Some of the competitors start making fun of Kaya for being a barrel racer, not only because of her size and age, but also because of who her daddy is. Rhett picks her up and puts his hat on her head, giving her a kiss on the cheek before she goes out, telling her that no matter what happens, he's proud of her and that her momma (the female reader), Papa, Nana Cece, Amy and Uncle Perry are all watching in the stands and that Rhett will be watching from the bull corral.

The minute that the loudspeakers in the ring start blasting "Confident" by Demi Lovato, Kaya charges into that ring and absolutely SMOKES THE COMPETITION!!!! Like people can't believe that this tiny little six year old is riding this horse like a war chief and COMMANDING A FULL GROWN STALLION!!!

As soon as she's back in the stables, Kaya jumps right off the horse and into her daddy's arms and Rhett cannot even contain how happy he is, like Kaya is a giggling mess from her daddy spinning her around and getting a giant kiss planted on her cheek. It's not long either before Royal, Cecilia, the reader, Perry and Amy all make their way back, nor is it long before a voice announces on the loudspeakers "1st place barrel racing champion, Kaya Abbott". Everybody's in complete shock but Rhett's just kind of looking at her like "That's my girl!!"

oh this is so perfect i am smiling so big right now :’)

thank you so much for sending this it’s made my heart happy!!! i just know rhett would be so supportive of his daughter and definitely saying “see i told you so!!” to anyone and everyone who ever doubted she could win <3

#i adore this sm #auroralightsthesky #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader

[tinyrhettgang]

he is the sun (x)

#tiny rhett gang #tiny rhett GIGGLES #TRGifs

[lallyloo]

The Keeper of the Forest

A couple nights ago I sent this photo of Rhett (without the daisy) to @theredquilt​ because I wanted to talk about how small he looked in his weird little jacket.

She suggested that he looked like “a tiny gnome living under his tiny mushroom making spells and giggling, watching the comings and goings of the dark haired wood sprite that lives in the tree next door.” She then suggested that “an evil woodcutter cuts down Link’s tree and Rhett will have to look after him and get revenge using his sneaky gnomey ways.”

So.. I had to turn that idea into a fic. Read it on AO3

#rhink #fic #rhink fic #my fic #keeper of the forest #tiny rhett gang #idk what i'm doing here #mischievous gnome behaviour #🍄

[captainsourwolf]

He might be a little drunk.

No, no, he’s definitely a little drunk. The way the room sways a bit as he settles his weight on Rhett’s thighs can attest to that.

“You got a little—“ Rhett reaches up, flicks a tiny paper heart off his chin, and laughs at the way his nose scrunches. “A little teeny heart, just stuck there.”

Link giggles and wiggles his hips, finishes his drink in two more swallows that burn on the way down. He leans far enough to the side to let the glass dangle above the floor, trying for careful, before it slips from his fingers and clatters on its side anyway. Oops.

“Rhett, Rhett, I’m so—“ Link hiccups and giggles again. “So horny.”

And he is, he really is. He’s drunk and he’s horny and they got all dressed up, Rhett looks fucking delectable with those top buttons undone and his thighs practically busting out of his pants, he’s just—he wants to get fucked, on this flimsy table, right now. Doesn’t care they’re surrounded by pinks and reds and other valentine colors, and who knows how much spilled glue and glitter. He’s already hard and pressing against his zipper, all Rhett’s gotta do is take his pants off.

Rhett reads his mind, always does, and slides big hands across Link’s thighs, settling on his hips for a moment. He grins and squeezes and Link huffs. He grabs Rhett around the unbuttoned collar of his shirt and clumsily hauls him halfway up into a sloppy kiss, pulse racing and hands shaking only a bit.

Honestly he could stay like this for a long time. Just sitting there kissing Rhett, both of them tipsy, both of them too giggly. The lighting is just right for making out like sloppy drunk college kids, all reds and blues and pinks, it really sets the mood. But his dick throbs in his pants when Rhett gets a hand between them and cups him and he figures they can do the kissing thing later.

He’s not entirely sure how he manages it, but Link gracefully—or not so gracefully if you ask Rhett—hops down from his perch on Rhett’s lap and gets shaky fingers on the buttons of his shirt. Rhett props himself on his elbows to watch as Link smirks and undoes each button, slowly, until he reaches where it’s tucked into his pants.

As he’s tugging the tail of his shirt out, Rhett grunts a little, gruffs out a short, “Wait.” He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t do anything but stare at Link with his shirt mostly unbuttoned and his pants straining over his cock and his messy hair and everything. He starts to blush under Rhett’s gaze but then Rhett is grinning and nudging at him with the toe of his shoe.

Link continues, pulling his shirt out of his pants and letting it hang open—he knows how much Rhett likes the look. And to be honest he himself knows how good he looks. Smirking, he unbuttons and unzips his pants, Rhett’s gaze snapping immediately to his fingers smoothly undoing the fastenings. He twitches under Rhett’s stare and moans softly, stilling his hands for a second to catch his breath.

“Link—“ Rhett glares and nudges him again. Link grins, all dopey and tipsy, and finishes undoing his suit pants so he can shove them down and off, his briefs following. When he stands back upright Rhett is hastily trying to undo his own pants, drunk fingers fumbling with the tight fabric.

Grinning still, Link bats his hands away. Rhett whines, but shuts up real quick when Link easily pops the button and drags the zipper down and makes sure his fingertips brush over Rhett’s dick nice and gentle. He sucks in a sharp breath, hips jerking. One big hand wraps around Link’s wrist, Rhett’s breath hissing out slow through his teeth as he glares Link’s way.

“Don’t be a tease,” he grunts. Link shakes his head—he would never—and grasps the waistband of Rhett’s tight pants and briefs. He yanks, enough to get the material past Rhett’s hips and top of his butt, swallowing hard when his cock springs free.

“Look at you,” Link murmurs, and then he’s tipping forward and mouthing at the base of Rhett’s dick. Rhett winds his fingers in Link’s hair, not too tight, and cups the back of his head, moaning when Link licks him from root to tip.

Link wraps his lips around the head briefly, sucking at the wetness already there, before sinking his mouth down around Rhett’s cock. It’s an awkward angle from the side but he manages to thoroughly wet Rhett’s length, not caring when he gets spit on his chin. When he lets his dick slip free, Rhett whines and tightens his fingers in Link’s hair.

“Baby, come on, don’t stop,” Rhett groans. He tries to maneuver Link’s head back to where it was but Link ducks out from under him and steps back with a smirk.

“Lube still in the desk?” Link doesn’t wait for an answer and walks quickly to the desk, doing a little shimmy as he rummages through the draw tucked underneath where they keep odds and ends. When he finds the nearly empty bottle, he winks at Rhett over his shoulder. “Found it!”

He’s aware he probably looks ridiculous with his crisp white shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose under his rumpled jacket, no pants or underwear, dick swaying obscenely as he saunters back over to Rhett; he doesn’t care, though. As long as he gets fucked he can look as ridiculous as he wants.

Link comes to stand next to Rhett again, by his head where he threads fingers in messy golden curls and tips Rhett’s head back to nip at his throat. He’s flushed all the way down his neck and into his unbuttoned shirt collar, skin hot under Link’s mouth and tasting of sweat under his tongue. Rhett laughs, murmuring something about Link being such a sloppy drunk, and pinches his exposed side. Link squirms away and leans back, slots their mouths together in a wet kiss.

“Open it,” he mumbles against Rhett’s lips before kissing him again and dropping the lube on his chest. Rhett grabs it and unscrews the cap. “Slick yourself up for me.”

With a quiet gasp, Rhett does as he’s told. He squirts some of the lube into his hand and, with Link watching, wraps it around his cock to slick himself up, just as Link requested. He groans into Link’s throat.

“Think this table can handle it?” Link asks. He continues watching Rhett’s hand, almost mesmerized with the way his cock looks in the tunnel of his fist, the reds and purples and pinks from the overhead lighting making his skin glow.

“We’ll never find out if you keep running your mouth,” Rhett huffs and he’s grabbing at Link with his free hand, dragging him down into one more kiss before nudging him away.

Link laughs, breathy and high, and finally, finally, hops back up. He effortlessly straddles Rhett’s thighs, batting his hand away and taking Rhett’s length into his own hand. Big hands land on his waist, holding him steady, helping him lift up and line up. In one big breath, Link sinks slowly onto Rhett’s cock, the stretch and the burn eased by the booze in his system and the weight of Rhett’s touch on his body.

“God, you feel so good,” Rhett laugh-groans, head tipped back over the edge of the table. His throat, sweaty and flushed, looks too inviting to pass up. Link bends down, licks off the sweat in the dip of Rhett’s throat, as he adjusts to the thickness stretching him open.

Rhett laughs and squirms and Link loves the way he rumbles deep in his chest, loves the way he can feel it in own chest. Letting out a slow breath, Link pauses, runs his tongue along the veins in Rhett’s neck. His thighs shake being in this position but he’s got hands holding him steady, keeping him grounded for the time being.

“That tickles,” Rhett huffs, fingers digging into Link’s sides in retaliation. He digs a little lower, slips his hands down to Link’s ass, squeezing the meat of him before spreading his cheeks. He has no shame letting his fingertips graze Link’s stretched rim, touching lightly where they meet and feeling how slick and hot he is as Link takes every inch.

The moan Link lets out is guttural and deep, rumbling in his chest as he sits back on his elbows to look at Rhett’s face. With one more roll of his hips he’s stuffed full and aching, mouth popping open on another moan, eyes going hazy and crossed. Goodness it feels good. He always has liked a bit of pain with the pleasure.

Rhett gives him a moment to adjust. Link breathes hard and ragged and finally rises up, one hand on Rhett’s chest to steady himself and the other wrapping around his cock. He leaks onto Rhett’s pristine white shirt when he runs his thumb over the head, whining as Rhett continues to dig his fingers hard into Link’s ass.

“You gonna let me fuck you any time soon or you gonna get yourself off like this?” Rhett asks and punctuates his words with a thrust that takes Link by surprise. He nearly upends himself and off the side of the table, but, laughing, Rhett grasps him around the hips.

It’s always an easy decision to make. He’d rather jizz his brains out on Rhett’s dick than by his own hand any day. In answer, Link buries his hand in Rhett’s shirt and rises up, tight around Rhett’s dick and almost letting him slip free before thrusting back down. It startles a groan out of both of them.

Link has always liked this part. Where Rhett prefers to get him crowded down and pinned, Link likes to get on top and ride. He has no qualms about holding Rhett down sometimes, hands clenched on his chest and thighs clamped around his hips, as he fucks himself on a thick cock. Sometimes he likes to take it slow, grind until he’s seeing stars, let Rhett jerk him off with a snug fist till he cums over Rhett’s knuckles; this time he wants it hard and he wants it fast.

It’s an easy rhythm to start, a delicious build up as the sting and burn is replaced with nothing but sparks of pleasure along his spine. Link moans and rises again and again, rolling and thrusting his hips back down each time. His thighs tremble and shake from exertion, sweat slicking his skin under the lights as his pace increases with each rise and fall.

Gosh he loves it. Loves that stretch every time he sinks back down and the way he can feel every twitch and jerk of Rhett’s shaft; the ache and shake in his limbs when he lifts and almost lets Rhett slip free, hole snug around his cockhead; and he especially loves the sounds Rhett makes. Those little gasps and groans and expletives. Makes him wet and fuzzy with arousal.

Rhett’s grip on his waist tightens and releases, slips a bit every time Link does a little shimmy and grind and presses his ass right against Rhett’s pelvis. His moans and curses only make Link move faster, take him deeper, squeeze around him a little harder. He’s dripping on Rhett’s skin and making a mess of them both.

In no time, Link feels that tell tale warmth and tingle spreading through his belly, his limbs, drawing up his balls. He’s so close he can taste it. Rhett grips his hips to slow him down some, and he does, bringing it down to a hard and lazy grind. He catches his breath for a moment, searching for one of Rhett’s hands. When he manages to catch one he guides it to his cock, wrapping Rhett’s fingers around the base and squeezing.

“Know how hot you look right now?” Rhett grunts out. He strokes Link with a tight fist a few times before rubbing his thumb through the wetness in the slit and spreading it around. Link’s hips buck and twitch, precum drooling out and over Rhett’s fingers. “Fuck, so hot.”

Chuckling, Link grins down at him, vision all hazy and drunk, muscles thrumming with the need to cum. Rhett jerks him off almost lazily, teasing, and Link whines and grinds down harder, rolls his hips faster. He’s almost there, it won’t take much, fuck he needs it so much!

“Come on, Rhett,” he whimpers. Hand on Link’s hip tightening, Rhett speeds up his movements, twisting and squeezing just the way Link likes it.

Finally finally he’s there. Link stiffens and curls in towards Rhett, holding onto his shirt tightly, and cumming over Rhett’s hand and on his own thighs and belly. His breath catches when Rhett thrusts, fucking him through it in little shallow movements and leaving him shaking by the time the last weak spurt dribbles onto Rhett’s shirt.

Link slumps until he’s practically bent in half, forehead coming to rest against Rhett’s. He’s glassy eyed and desperate and whining quietly, dick pulsing as he cums inside of Link hot and fast. Link kisses him and clenches around him, milking him for every last drop and moaning into his mouth when he delivers.

When he’s finished, Rhett taps Link on the hip. Link refuses to move, though, and instead kisses rhett again. He’s achy and sticky with sweat and jizz, pretty sure he’s numb from the waist down, and can feel a few paper hearts sticking to his sweaty skin. Rhett taps him one more time and finally he groans and sits up.

They take their time separating. Rhett has to hold onto Link’s waist to keep him steady so he doesn’t topple over. When he stands on shaky legs, he grabs Rhett’s hands and hauls him into a seated position. He’s gotta few tiny paper hearts clinging to his hair and leftovers from their crafts stuck to his ass; Link laughs loudly as he starts picking them off.

“You gotta another lil heart on your face,” Rhett says and reaches up to swipe the heart away. Link’s eyes crinkle when he smiles.

“What about the rest of me?” Link asks and twists this way and that, showing off his half naked body.

In answer, Rhett reaches out and swats his butt, and comes away with a hand crafted valentine meant for a mythical beast.

It’s splotchy and gross with sweat and other things, ruined beyond repair. They’ll have to make another one.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to them, I guess.”

Rhett just laughs.

#rhink #rhink ficlet #lemon #LEMON LEMON LEMON YALL #that other livestream smut I promised to finish #what have I done #this is so much #also that poor table #like I am in no way under the impression it can actually withstand two meant their size fucking on it