#don't lie rhett

[delopsia]

Almost Ecstasy | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 4,100 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, age gap relationships (but no ages are explicitly mentioned), cunnilingus, first times together, unprotected sex, Rhett's got a filthy mouth, fluff. No plot, just smut. The title means nothing; I couldn't think of one and wound up naming it after the song I was listening to. Brief Summary: You've finally convinced your old cowboy to have sex with you.

There's a particular coziness to Rhett's bed that you can't find anywhere else; warm and inviting, a Wyoming king mattress that damn near swallows you up just from looking at it. But maybe there's more to it. Could it be the collection of plaid blankets snug around your body like a nest? The soft notes of leather from his chaps hanging on the rack, peppered with an indescribable, warm musk that belongs to the cowboy himself? 

Or maybe it's the way he's hovering over you right now. Chapped lips pressing wet kisses to your newly exposed nipple, loving on it until the bud hardens for him to curl his tongue around. The prickly scruff of his unshaven jaw tickling the sensitive skin there. Only serves to remind you of the way it felt against your chin when he kissed your swollen lips. 

Teeth lightly tug on your nipple, his pointed tongue working the very tip of it.

"Rhett!" You gasp, jolting. 

"Zonin' out on me again, sweetheart?" His abuse only stops long enough for him to tilt his head and wrap his lips around the other before it can begin to feel neglected. "Y' sure you're up to this t'night? We can try again—"

"No," fighting to keep yourself from blurting it out. 

Rhett's eyes lift, soft blues scanning your face, the wrinkles beneath them deepening as he squints. Searching for a shred of proof that you're not ready to take this any further. As if you would ever lie to him about something like this. 

"I want this," you whisper, an idle hand rising to curl through the curls resting at his nape. "I promise." 

That seems to get through to him. 

At the very least, it's got him leaning up to meet your parted mouth with a wet kiss, seeming to smile against you. Has only been a minute since he last nibbled on your bottom lip, that big hand stroking the side of your cheek, but it feels akin to the ones shared after days apart. Drawing the weight from your bones and filling your belly with butterflies. 

"Jus' don't wanna push ya, 's all," he murmurs, eyes seeming to smile as he draws away. 

Then he's dipping down once more. Kissing his way down your chest and across your shivering belly, hot tongue leaving a glistening trail in his wake as if he to help lead him back if he gets too lost in exploring your body. Calloused hands sliding down your naked sides, the perfect kind of rough drag to make your eyes flutter. Roaming down, down, down until his fingers can hook in the thin material of your underwear.

On their own, your hips lift. Thighs squeezing together as he draws the fabric past your knees, suddenly shy despite having been seen like this so many times before. Even more so as he eases his briefs off, discarding them somewhere near yours, the sight of his cock hidden by your leg.

The corner of Rhett's lip rises at the sight of you alone, already bending down to kiss the inside of your knee. Making his way up your thigh too fast and too slow, all at the same dizzying time. Long licks punctuated by chaste pecks, then pausing to suck a darkened mark into the flesh there. Has your hand idly tugging at his hair, unsure if you want more or less.

"Shouldn't let myself stay between your legs too long," he croons, thick lashes cascading his firey gaze, "might never leave." 

You don't think you'd mind that, actually. 

But now he's properly parting your legs to get a sight of you, and suddenly, that's the very last thing on your mind. The bedroom air feels too cold against your sex, but Rhett's hot breath melts it away like ice in a blazing fire. 

It's certainly not the first time you've felt his flattened tongue lick a fat stripe up your core, but it sure makes you jump like it is. Thighs already fluttering, trying to squeeze closed around his head. Unsure of how to react as he slowly draws his tongue up you, groaning all the while. 

His attention vanishes for a fleeting moment, "Fuck, 've missed this little pussy." And then he's back, spit-slicked lips wrapping around your rapidly swelling clit, the pointed tip of his tongue teasing it. Has your hips rising off the bed in an instant, chasing the fire of his sinful mouth. Saliva already beginning to pour down your inner thighs, always so fucking sloppy. 

Your head tilts back, pressing into the pillow. "Rhett," gasping for breath, "Rhett." 

The squeezing of your legs only seems to make him grunt, already pleased with his handiwork. "'s that how y' like it?" Talking directly into your cunt, deep words vibrating up your spine and rattling around your skull. "Me rubbin' you right here?" 

Speaking is already a foreign concept. Too focused on the way his skilled tongue massages against you. Has long since memorized the things that makes you tick. How the soft flicks across it make your hips try to rise off the bed, and the way that rolling the little button between his lips will end in your hand yanking on his hair. 

All too quickly, your silence is betraying you because now he's moving. Parting ways with your throbbing clit in favor of working lower. "Or would you rather..." All of a sudden, he's flattening his tongue against your entrance, teasing the rim, "I pay attention to this cute little hole?"

He's waiting for you to respond, but it's hard to when he's already pushing in. That wet, burning muscle opening you up, slowly working in and out of you, feeling the way your pussy tenses around those simple little motions. 

No, no, you can't remember how to talk at all. 

"Or do you want more than jus' my tongue?" Deep down, you know he's only asking it as a way to venture to the next step, but you're half-convinced that he's learned how to read exactly what's on your mind. Seems to know what you want better than you do yourself. 

Dumb, your head nods. "Uhuh."

It's far too easy to catch yourself regretting that because his mouth is leaving as quickly as it appeared. You can't even be upset with him; he needs to see what he's doing as he reaches into the empty expanse of the bed next to you. But his hand doesn't wrap around the newly opened bottle of lube; no, he bypasses it in favor of grabbing a pillow.

"Lift your hips for me, doll," and at his soft-spoken request, your hips rise. Just high enough for him to slip the soft pillow beneath them, propping you at the slightest incline. 

Such a simple addition, yet its effect might as well be drastic. Thighs seeming a little more sensitive as Rhett's rough palm slides between them, his generously lubed finger nearly making you jump when it rubs against your entrance. A teasing pressure you've felt a couple of times before but never seems to lose that overwhelming newness as it gently presses in.

Your lips part with a silent gasp. 

Oh.

"Yeah?" There's a sparkle in Rhett's eye as he looks up at you, the corner of his lip drawn up. Smug.

Taking his finger is easy; a soft glide, punctuated by the rough drag of his rough fingertip against a bundle of nerves that you forgot you had. It's unfair how he knows exactly where it lies. Gingerly testing it by curling his finger into it adds the slightest bit of pressure as he begins to draw it out, then pushes back in once more. 

The second one is already beginning to nudge into you, a delicate appearance that never progresses beyond that. Bumping into your drooling cunt with every shallow thrust of his hand, frustratingly teasing you with the idea of more.

Your foot swings. Smacking into Rhett's naked hip.

But all that does is earn a laugh out of him. "What's that s'posed to mean?" 

"Want more," you grumble, squirming down onto his hand, chasing the light strokes of his finger. 

He doesn't just give you another; he gives you two. The thick digits stretching you wide, calloused knuckles dragging in a delicious sort of way that has your legs trying to close. Trapping his big, warm hand against your core, still pumping in and out of you as much as the confined space will allow.

"There y' go," Rhett's almost cooing, so amused by the way you clench and squirm from his fingers. "Oughta make y' cum just like this."

Your eyebrows knit together, face scrunching as you shake your head back and forth. No, no, that's not what you want at all! You didn't spend all this time convincing him that he isn't going to break you, just for him to up and change his mind.

"No?" Playing coy, his hand stills, no longer giving you the attention you so desperately crave, and for a moment, your head stops spinning. "What, y'wantin' to cum 'round my cock instead?" 

For a split second, two frenzied thoughts slam into one another, sparking a singular sentence that makes its way to your tongue before you can realize what the words are. "Can you even get it up, old man?" There's a bite to it that surprises your own ears. 

And yet, Rhett's grin deepens, reaching for your hand and guiding it between your legs. Pressing your heated palm right against his heavy, leaking cock. "I know 'm older, but I ain't that much older, sugar." 

Your fingers wrap around him, neck straining to get a good look at what you're doing; how small he makes your hand look as it loosely glides up him. Smearing precum across his tip, watching how he seems to glisten in the golden glow of the bedside lamp. You've felt him before, have had him in your mouth, and felt the way he twitches when he cums down your throat, but this is different. 

Slow, he draws his hand away from your cunt, leaving you to clench hopelessly around air. But it's not for nothing. No, he wraps his still-wet fingers around yours, guiding you to hold him a little tighter. Properly stroking him in such a way that he sucks in a sharp breath.

"I sprout a few gray hairs 'n you treat me like I'm geriatric," he chuckles, and he's got a point, but all it does is draw your eyes back to his hair.

Small strands of silver mottled amongst a sea of deep brown, long enough to curl at the nape of his neck but never growing beyond that. A sort of rugged and unkempt that looks unintentional but is maintained with monthly trims by his own hands. Some speckles of gray even glisten in the stubble that seems to permanently cling to his jaw, no matter how frequently he shaves. 

A clean kind of rough. Only adding to the faint wrinkles beneath his eyes, the ones that deepen when he smiles, like right now. 

The tip of his cock bumps at your core. 

And you damn near jump up the bed. 

"Rhett!" 

"Zonin' out on me, again," punctuates the end of his grumbled sentence by smacking himself against your clit, still wet from his mouth and something more, "'n I'd ask if you're still feelin' alright, but I think y' might bite me."

You're not entirely sure how to even begin confessing that you've spent the past sixty seconds marveling over all the ways he's aged. Quite frankly, you don't even know if he would believe your shameless confession of it. 

Without another thought, your arms rise, quietly wrapping around his shoulders, hugging him close. Shrinking that dreadful gap between your bodies until he's forced to brace his body weight with a forearm. Noses bumping, lips ghosting against one another but never quite closing the gap. But it's only for a fleeting second. The next thing you know, he's tilting his head down, watching as he guides his swollen length to your entrance once more. 

The pressure is something you anticipated. 

The sting was not. 

Your hands are scurrying. Clinging to his bicep, to his shoulder, wherever you can find purchase, nails biting into his skin. His cock looks so much bigger now that he's between your legs, splitting you wide as he sinks into your aching cunt. Oh, why did you think this was a good idea?

"Shh, we'll make it fit," it's not until he's shushing you that you realize you've made a noise, pressing a soft kiss into the corner of your mouth. "Jus' try 'n relax for me. Don't wanna hurt you."

You're not entirely sure how to do that. Fighting for control over your own muscles, urging the tension to slip away and let you soften around him. It'll feel good once you get used to him. You know it will. But as your thighs loosen and your attention moves to your strained back, they tense once more. 

A heavy puff of breath hits your cheek. 

Rhett's mouth never moves, but the indescribable warmth collected behind the blue of his eyes says something else entirely. Urges your focus to his slow inhale. The way his chest expands against yours, holding for a moment, then deflating once more. 

A gradual sort of thing that has you mimicking his next breath. The gentle rise of your breasts as your lungs fill with air, how they bump into his warm skin. For a moment, the room is silent, hanging onto your breaths as if you've forgotten how to let them go. Only for it to slip past your lips, warm against Rhett's jaw. 

Sudden pressure appears against a bundle of nerves within your walls, the very ones his fingers were just tormenting minutes ago. 

He's still moving. Disappearing into your body bit by bit, a shiver jumping up your spine as he fills you. A dull throb replacing the initial sting, growing into a fire that has you clutching at Rhett's biceps for an entirely different reason. Following the quiet guide of his chest, breaths intermingling in a dance of their own making, 

"So fuckin' tight for me," he's hissing through a gasp, forehead wrinkling as his eyes squeeze shut, "shit."

And it shouldn't make you flutter around him the way you do, sent into a frenzy from his words alone. An involuntary massage that makes Rhett's eyes flutter open and closed, letting go of his cock, in favor of bracing himself next to your head, fully bracketing you between those thick forearms. 

You're trying to speak. Sorting for what you want to say, but it's so hard to think when his heavy balls bump against your ass, hips coming flush with your skin. Heavy cock pushing the air from your strained lungs and past your lips. So, so full.

"There y' go," he's prying his eyes open just long enough to get a look at the obscenity between your legs. Where he splits you wide open, still glistening with the handiwork of his mouth and the lube. "God." 

A whimper boils out of your throat, knees knocking into Rhett's bony hips as your legs squeeze around him. Drawing him impossibly close, as if you could ever hope to take another centimeter of him.

"Rhett..." it seems to be the only thing your drooling tongue can produce, your unfocused gaze staring back up at him, can't seem to bring yourself to focus on a particular feature of him. Perfect in every way you can twist the word.

His head dips down, weight shifting to unintentionally push himself deeper into your cunt, careful lips catching yours. A soft, fleeting interlocking of lips, far too chaste for what's going on below. "'s that feel good, sweetheart?" 

You're nodding dumbly, "Uhuh."

God, you should have done this sooner. Already drowning in the way he fills you, the warmth of his body pressed snug against yours.

Oh.

He's already drawing out of you. Slow as can be, hardly pulling out by an inch before sinking back into your throbbing cunt, lubricant squelching sickeningly loud for such a delicate movement. Air catches in your throat, palms squeezing his biceps a little tighter as he does it again.

Rhett's mouth finds its way to the meet of your jaw, sucking lightly on the skin there. "Think 'm almost too big for your lil pussy, angel," he mutters, so close to your ear that his words tickle. 

You don't understand how he even fits. Bulging tip dragging against your walls. Has you hugging him so tight that you reckon you can feel the fat vein that runs along the upperside of him. Your palms slide up his biceps, splaying out against the hard bone of his shoulder blades, covered in thick muscle that ripples under your touch. Strong from close to two years of bull riding, mottled by a raised surgery scar from an injury of the past. The futile attempt to fix the shoulder he tore up shortly after telling his father he was leaving. 

Oh, what you would give to have been there for him.

But you're here now, at least. Legs hitching over his hips, ankles resting against the swell of his ass, clinging as if he could possibly, ever peel himself away from you. Like his chest isn't bumping against yours as he gently fucks into you, slow ins and outs that make your head spin. So big. He's so big.  

"Y' like bein' stretched 'round my cock like that?" Speaking against your skin, punctuating his question with a surprising jerk of his hips, yanking the breath right out of your throat. "Bein' awful quiet." 

But he's not giving you much chance to keep that up, leaning back onto his haunches, hands sliding down to settle on either side of your hips. Gripping them tight, drawing you in to meet the thrust of his hips. 

"Ah!" A cry bursts right out of your chest, so sudden that you hardly recognize it was you who made it. Your cunt involuntarily clamps down around him, breaking his rhythm, has those pretty blue eyes rolling to the tune of a surprisingly pitchy whine. 

"There y' go," he hisses, mouth absolutely filthy, yet unable to cover up for the soft noises being carried off his breath, "'s that what y've been wantin'? Some ol' cowboy to fuck y' nice 'n slow?" 

It's all you can do to tilt yourself into him, back arching against the pillow wedged beneath you. He's rubbing right where you want him, but its not enough; it's still not enough. "Rhett," you choke, between a poorly muzzled whimper, "more."

"More?" Those eyebrows are raising, in perfect tune with his growing grin; you're never gonna hear the end of this. "Y' gonna have to be a lil' more specific than that." 

You don't even know what you want, a trembling hand diving to grab hold of the bed sheet, rocking against him the best you can manage. Ears ringing with the lewd clap of his skin against yours, some hellish rhythm that has your heart slamming against your chest like a caged animal. 

"Did y' want it faster?" His hips are quickening, pistoning in and out of you with such vigor that you think your eyes may have crossed, a breathy noise whittling out of your throat. But just as quickly as he started, Rhett slows again, grip on your hips growing so tight you fear it'll bruise, yanking you down to meet him halfway, "harder?"

It punches a squeal right out of you. So loud that your hand clamps over your mouth; the nearest neighbor is a mile down the road, and even then, you're certain they could have heard you. Know exactly what you're doing with this old bull rider that you were warned to stay away from, tangled up in his sheets, with him between your legs, right where he belongs. 

Maybe it's your rose-tinted view of him that's talking; maybe it's something more; all you know is he's taking hold of your wrist and prying your hand away from your mouth. Guiding it down your belly and between your shaking legs, pressing your fingers to your forgotten clit. And again, you're clenching around him, pulling a surprised moan from him. 

"Gonna have this poor little pussy of yours rurnt," his voice growing airy, unruly hair falling into his face as he leans down, eye to eye with you, never once stops talking,"not gonna be satisfied with nothin' else once 'm done with ya."

You had no hope of being happy with anyone else the moment your eyes locked at that rodeo, but that's neither here nor there. All you know is that your fingers are quickening against your clit, and Rhett's growing louder. Can't seem to keep himself quiet; blunt cock head hammering against your delicate nerves, has you fluttering around him in such a way that you both mewl with it. 

His body drops back down, almost smothering you as his head buries into the crook of your neck. "Feel so fuckin' good 'round me—ah!"  

There's a heat growing in your lower belly. A coil rapidly unraveling into a full-body tremor, skin prickling as that heat spreads up your chest and down your thighs until you're burning. Becoming distantly aware of the low voice that chants your name into your ear, bouncing around the inside of your skull until your vision fuzzies.

"Rhett," babbling, damn near incoherent, "Rhett, I'm—"

"So am I," he blurts. And for a second he's prying himself away from you, but your ankles have locked behind him. Refusing to let him draw away from you. Only seeming to pull him in deeper. Hitting something he wasn't before. "Fuck, y' gotta—y' gotta let me pull outta ya."

But you're shaking your head. Unoccupied hand grabbing hold of his bicep. Squeezing as tightly as you can manage. "Stay."

And that is it. Rhett's breath is catching. Hips stuttering as he cums inside of you with a weak cry. Twitching cock bumping against that little bundle of nerves. Your fingers working faster over your clit. Until all of a sudden, your back is arching off the pillow. Cumming around him without warning. 

It's like being plunged underwater. Vision blurry, lungs tight, the noises around you muffling until its a far cry of what it once was. A warm wave washes over you, little bolts of electricity firing down your frenzied nerves. And you're floating, spinning around in an endless depth of something heavy. 

Until your lungs fill with air, and you realize that heaviness is Rhett. His careful mouth kissing at your collar, sweaty hands stroking up and down your naked chest. Sprawled out on top of you like a big ol' blanket.

"There y' are," he murmurs, and for a second, his love-filled eyes almost look like hearts, "thought I knocked ya out, for a second there."

The corner of your lip tilts upward, the best your dreamy mind can manage, "nah."

His eyes roll in that contagious fashion that has you tempted to mirror him. But he's already leaning up to meet your lips before you can begin to try, catching your mouth in a wet, half-hearted attempt at a kiss. 

"Think I finally tuckered ya out," there's no reason for him to be whispering; nobody is around to hear him, and yet, he does it anyway. Like it's some delicate confession that may lose its worth if he says it any louder.

But your defiant hips are already shifting, rolling off the pillow and up against his softened cock, still deep inside of you. Earns you an oversensitive hiss. "I think I could go one more round."

"Well, hang on a damn second," Rhett's shaking his head as he pushes himself up onto his weary forearms, incredulous. Doesn't seem to believe what he's hearing. "I can't get it back up as fast as I used to."

"Why not?" Coy. 

He sighs. Loud. Dramatic. He knows what you're doing, you know what you're doing, and yet neither of you is doing anything about it. "'m old."

Your head cocks to the side. "I thought you didn't like being called old?"

For a second, it's quiet. Neither of you has anything to say as his arm curls beneath your waist. Cinching you up against him as if you're bound to start floating away at any second.

 What's he doing?  

"Fine." 

The room is spinning. 

You're moving. 

Arms flailing, almost slamming your palms against his chest. And now he's beneath you, half-lidded eyes a smidgen darker than they were before, torn between exhaustion and something that reignites the fire in your belly. Your knees settle on either side of his hips, fully settling in his lap now. 

"Do your worst," he taunts, smug. Knows exactly what he's done here. 

Oh, you will. 

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #tw age gap #oneshot #outer range #afab reader

[mothdruid]

Happy Birthday, Abby! 🥳 Can I request “thank you for picking me up- i know it’s late” with Rhett Abbott?

- @bradshawsbaby 💕

Fuck Up

pairing: Rhett Abbott x afab!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: MEGA-ANGST AHEAD (you've been warned)

a/n: what would an event be if i didn't accidentally write too much for one request....

The old pick up rattled down the random dirt road, it having replaced the music long ago. Rhett's grip on the stirring wheel was tight, almost as tight as his heart at the point in time. His heart had grown tight as soon as he saw the message. Just his luck honestly. He had barely even been home for fucking fifteen minutes.

can you come get me?

The texted had illuminated his entire bedroom. For a moment he had been happy, hoping that it was maybe, finally, you were asking for him to come by or just anything. Which he did get, but at what cost. Especially after he watched your next text pop up, an address that wasn't yours. He knew that things between the two of you weren't the same as they once would, but he wishing for him to take back what he had said. It'd been years but it still hurt like it happened yesterday.

He checked his phone one more time to make sure it was the right driveway and pulled in. Rhett couldn't help but think that you looked small in his headlights. You were dressed for to cool summer night. A pair of ripped jeans that showed enough skin to drive him wild. A black cropped tank top that also was making him more jealous of whoever was in the house you were leaving. You had a flannel pulled tightly around you, trying to keep at least a little warm.

He unlocked the door, keeping his head straight as his eyes followed you around the front of his truck. He tugged on the brim of his trucker cap, pulling it down a touch more. He sat there, slowly starting to dissociate now that you were sitting next to him.

"Hey," you said after getting situated and buckled in.

"Hey," Rhett's voice was low and gruff.

“Thank you for picking me up- I know it’s late,” you folded your hands in your lap.

All Rhett could do was let out a hum, knowing that if he spoke his words might betray him. He put the truck into reverse, backing up out of the drive way. A tense silence accented by the rattles from his truck encompassed the both of you. Rhett could feel how tense it was, but he wasn't sure if he was just making it up or not. Something that only he could feel.

"Did I wake you up?" You asked, hands still folded while you stared out the window at the black of the night.

"No," Rhett replied briefly. Awkwardness started to seep into the silence after that.

Rhett clenched his jaw as his mind started to swirl with jealousy, wondering what the fuck had happened inside of that house you came from. Better yet, why the fuck were you outside when he got there. Did whoever that touched you not have the decency to even let you wait inside? All he wanted to say was that you deserved better, that he could give you that. But that was a lie.

The two of you sat in the tense awkward silence the entire way back to the tiny apartment that you were renting above the local pharmacy. Once he pulled up to the side of the street he parked. He had expected you to just leave, thank him then bail, just like always since six months ago. Rhett couldn't believe that it had even been that long.

"I can hear you thinkin'," your voice was barely audible above the hum of the engine.

"Hmm?" Rhett asked, having not heard you.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Rhett noticed a change in your tone. It was cold yet, but sharp. That was when he finally broke his stare away from the lifeless gauges on his dash. You looked beautiful. Even with the crinkle between your eyebrows and conflicted look on your face.

"I don't got any-"

"Oh come on, Rhett. You really think I can't fuckin' tell," you interrupted.

Rhett felt a little irritation simmer in his chest, sensation rising up into his throat. You face had changed from conflicted to annoyed. Or at least that's what Rhett clocked it as, maybe it was irritation just like his. The two of you stared at each other for a while, waiting for one of you to break and talk first.

"Why are you out trampin' around?" Rhett's voice was deep.

"You don't know that, I could have been doing anything," you retorted.

"Yeah? That why your car wasn't there and you needed me for a pick up?"

"I didn't fucking need you for anything," your irritation was becoming more obvious now.

"Damn right, you fuckin' texted me," Rhett's own face was starting to show his irritation.

"I could have texted anyone el-"

"Bull shit, and you know it."

Rhett moved his body a little more to face you, you doing the same. Neither of you really wanted to do this at 1am on a Saturday, but when else would you do it.

"Why does it matter what I'm doing anyways?" You asked, eyes locked with his.

Rhett paused for a moment, wondering if he should even say it. Wondering that if he said it would it fix everything. Wondering about how your relationship would change even more.

"'Cause you deserve better."

He watched something change in your expression. It was still irritated, but there was something else. Maybe pain? Pity? He hoped to god it wasn't pity.

"No," you muttered, "Rhett don't."

"You do," Rhett pressed on.

"Rhett Abbott," you cleared you throat, "you do not get to tell me that. You had a chance to give me better, I had fucking asked you for better, and what did you say?" You paused, for some reason thinking he might actually reply.

He didn't.

"You told me that 'you ain't the one' and 'it was a mistake'," you said with air quotes. "So, don't come fucking acting like some stoic cowboy coming to save me, when you're the one who left me out for the wolves to begin with."

Rhett couldn't say anything. You were right. He had left you out for the wolves.

He had woken up in your bed hung over six months ago. You were curled into his side, hand resting over that bull tattoo on his chest. He was shocked by it, headache pounding to reminded him why it happened. Or at least why he thought it had happened. Once you had woken up he left no time for anything. He had only stayed that late to explain to you that it shouldn't have happened.

"Rhett, it wasn't a mistake for me."

"It was for me, and trust me, I'm not the one for you."

And now here he was. Reliving the same thing but from the other side. Watching the person he loves get out of his truck and walk away.

Once you were in the side door, that lead you up to your apartment, he cried. Tears falling even though he didn't want them too. He slammed his hand against his steering wheel in frustration, hating himself for fucking everything up.

What he didn't know was that you were doing the same. Crying as soon as you out of his view, running up the stairs to your apartment. and for the first time ever, you wondered why Rhett would fuck something up this badly.

I'M SORRY THAT IT CAME OUT A LOT MORE ANGSTY THAN I INITIALLY INTENDED. but thank you so much for requesting it and I really enjoyed writing this tbh. i love the stinky cowboy but also like to see him suffer cause he is my blorbo.

don't forget to send requests in for my birthday weekend!

birthday weekend blurb event

#moths 26th #rhett abbot #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott fic

[southpawbitch]

JULY | mj's fic recs

i big bad fumbled the ball in june, but i'm back and have so many great things to recommend this month!! life update & links below the cut! x MJ

no one asked, but if you're curious: life is crazy! i'm getting married soon, renovating an apartment to move into, continuing to co-host my podcast/create content for that, and reading/writing in any free time i have all while working an in-person 9-5, so i feel like I'm drowning (in a good way). as soon as i hit post on this, i'm going to be deep cleaning my bathroom, doing a million loads of laundry, and prepping for my bach "trip" this weekend. thots & prayerz pls.

rhett

dial tone heartbeats | @peachystenbrough | bailing rhett out of jail is #1 on my fictional bucket list

i'm yours (but you're not mine) | peachystenbrough | PAIN in the best (worst?) way

Putting Up The Walls | @intoanotherworld23 | the ending?!?!?!?!?!

bob

Vibe Check | @thedroneranger | bob fucks.

The Back Seater and the Baker | @ereardon | in love with this already! haley is bold af and I'm here for it!!!!

bradley

The Odyssey (three + four) | @sunlightmurdock | incredible, chef's kiss, loving it so far!

Love to Lie (4 parts) | @ddejavvu| binged THE FUCK out of this the day the fourth part dropped. loved it so so much!

That Summer (epilogue) | ereardon | loved this series! loved the ending! read it all, I promise you'll love, too!

California Fornication | @ohtobeleah | big grey's girl back in the day, so this was amazing to read

Professor!Bradley | sunlightmurdock | ok it's like...I'm melted butter, a sucker for a teacher's pet moment it's so wrong and I need it asap

jake

One for the Money | @jupitercomet | this is going to be suuuuuuuper sexy; loved the cyclone cameo

do not disturb | @callsignvalley | exactly what you need to satisfy the Jake friends/enemies to lovers craving

SAND IN THE CARPET | @roosterbruiser | sickly sweet jake if you're tired of him being the womanizing asshole we all love

COLD CASH DIVINE | @seresinsweetie | ok back to womanizing asshole jake we all love...can't wait to read more of this!

Cut The Ice (prologue) | @mothdruid | figure skater AU is not something I knew I needed until today

beau

Saturday in the Park | @wkndwlff | july hit me with the most intense need for this man; must read for the cyclone girlies

rafe (outer banks)

secret relationship blurb | @jjsbank444 | yes yes yes YES (did I say yes?)

carmen (the bear)

i love you | @sunflowersteves | cute cute cute sexy cute watching the bear immediately (as soon as life slows down a bit)

steve (stranger things)

Dilf!Steve | @cherrychilli | I don't typically read steve, but there's been so much on my dash lately, and I was instantly drawn to the dynamic. incredibly good stuff over here

#mj reads: july #mj's fic recs #top gun fic recs #top gun fanfiction #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #Rhett abbott #bob floyd #Jake seresin #jake seresin fanfic #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bob floyd fanfiction #rhett abbott fanfiction #jake seresin fanfiction

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Tracing Person b's tattoos with Rhett Abbott?

(I'm not currently taking prompts from this list)

You think you're being sneaky about it. Your fingers drift along his pec, then down to his forearm, skirting around the ink.

"Go on," He murmurs, a chuckle edging his voice. Your gaze flickers up to him, to his open amusement, before you lower your eyes again, eyeing the tattoo there. You skim your fingertip tenderly over the dark ink.

"Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as I thought it would."

"You gonna get any more?"

"Mhm, your name," He raises his hand, drawing a line across his left pec, "Right over my heart."

"Oh, please," You scoff a laugh, rolling onto his mattress and peering up at the ceiling. "Don't lie, Abbott. It's not nice."

"What makes you think I'm lyin'?"

"You are not getting my name anywhere on your body."

"Not even 'Property of', right here?" He slides his hand down, trailing his finger across his hips. You cackle, slapping your hand against his chest.

"Stop playing!"

"You've gotta get mine, too," He insists, rolling you over onto your belly and patting your ass. "Property of, right here."

#asks #replies #anon #Rhett Abbott x Reader

[banisheed]

@nightmaretist replied to your post “[pm] How does this Fate of yours work, would you...”:

[pm] I suppose that's true. I do hate that notion, that some aren't deserving of death. They said that at times about my daughter or even my sister, in the few moments she was addressed. And IF there is such a thing as a deserved death it would be ours and Rhett's. I don't ask because of me. Or him, even. I'm [....] hit by grief as one is and asking the question God never answered for me. (I am not comparing you to God.) But why? Why rob a young woman of her life? What am I to make of your Fate or any faith at all if she had to die? I figured maybe you had an answer to satisfy me, but maybe you don't either. I would deny him love, though. Gleefully. But I am a spiteful woman. I'm beautiful and you know it.

[pm] Death is never "easy", isn't it? For centuries, civilization has searched for meaning here; in the world at large. In our hands--thumb, four fingers. In the animals--big, four legs, reddish they must have been for it was that way they were drawn upon the caves. We have been dying for thousands of years. And yet, we have never evolved beyond grief. Do you ever wonder at that?

Mhm. You might compare me to a god. I'd like it.

Death has no purpose to satisfy. It was not made to be satisfying. There are billions of creatures vying for life: humans, mammals, bacteria, disease, mutation, insects, fungi. If one thing dies, it is because something else wanted to live. In the end, none of it adheres to any satisfying sense. Affection, grief, love...in the end, isn't this our undoing? How silly we are to want more for those we care about. Shouldn't we know better? That Death comes without prejudice?

Perhaps we are different in that way: I cannot deny love. I have tried. It seems to be a force beyond me. Rhett was loved. A man like Rhett was loved. I wish I could be a spiteful woman. Where would I hold the anger? My mother said You know love, do you not?

I would sooner acquaint my tongue to a scorpion than admit lie about your attractiveness.

#nightmaretist #c: inge #pms

[asherlockstudy]

Hey there, we talked R&L theories in the past, but then I got locked out of my account and was too busy to make a new one until now. I just wanted to say I read your R&L post and the ''WHY THE CHICKEN CROSSED THE ROAD'' theory and yet again I found myself agreeing with you.

(the only thing I disagree with you it's the timeline as I think things started to get real way later than 2013)

Anyway, the way people don't seem to see the hints being dropped in these videos confuses me.

I'm left there wondering whether it's just me having an overactive imagination or if most people watching their videos are just not predisposed to recognize this level of subtlety. I really think that saying things like ''that can't be because R&L wouldn't lie to us'' like fans often do is very naive. Do people really think that they aren't capable of omitting uncomfortable truths to present a certain image that is beneficial to them? Because they definitely are.

I don't want to sound mean, but I think most of viewers aren't clever enough to pick up on recurring patterns and themes. Because there ARE recurring patterns and themes, these videos all look like random attempts at humor until you find out that there is an underlying thread uniting them.

There is NO way that all of the many puzzle pieces (metaphors, creative decisions etc…) would line up so perfectly and so perfectly match the idea we both have discussed before in DMs. It would be too big of a coincidence, and what really convinces me that this is what is actually going on, is that many of these creative choices make no sense UNLESS our at least our general assumption is correct.

People saying ''lol R&L doing things randomly just because it's funny'' and Rhett not liking the comment and ironically saying ''you get us'' is so emblematic of why there IS something deeper going on here, especially seeing how he has liked other comments that at least acknowledged that there is some depth to them (although I don't think that those commenters figured anything out).

Have you seen the happy, sincere reaction of Link when Rhett said that they're tired of asking permission to be themselves? in their '' we're done'' video? that stood out to me. What Rhett said seemed to hit him for a different more and more personal reason than most would think, it seemed like a private, genuine moment between them.

I don't know if an official coming out is what they are trying to head towards, the chicken video (when they resort to using a smart trick, in order to reach the goal when they realize the chicken isn't actually capable of crossing the road because it's too difficult) made me think that maybe THIS is their way they of coming out: outing themselves with their own creative projects and leaving it all up to interpretation. Although I am not ruling out the possibility that this is a soft launch.

The chicken video was genius if you think about it, because with a single concept (and using the chiken imagery as the linchpin), they managed to touch upon a lot of different topics all related to the same issue. The word ''chicken'' is used to describe people who are afraid to take risks, while the crossing of a busy street metaphor is perfect to describe the hardships of attempting to get from point A to point B when there are obstacles standing in between. It also gave them the chance to incorporate the ''how do you like the eggs?'' joke to talk about sex/sexuality in a way that is obvious but subtle at the same time. I would like to get to talk about some of the details in the video because I want to hear your opinions on some things. Anyway, I just wrote to say that no, you're not the only one seeing this :)

Heyyy sorry for the late reply… it’s been a little crazy.

I am always so glad to hear from a person seeing the things I see. I am just as confused about the stubborn insistence of the viewers to not pick up on the countless clues Rhett and Link have left in all those videos. I think, well, I get it to be honest butI don’t think it is that they are not clever enough but they are really not concerning themselves with these things. Let’s be honest, the vast majority of Mythical Beasts are very young or are there for lighthearted brainless content that will ease their mind off of their everyday problems. Most of them do not want to dig deeper and cause unnecessary worries to themselves. Because what is about to happen is going to be shocking for a lot of the viewers, a lot will feel betrayed or like the innocence and the childlike dynamics between these two brothers from another mother will take an unrecoverable blow. So I think they subconsciously suppress all suspicions. I have also noticed this to be part of the American culture; they still tend to have more romantic, beautified views on their celebrities. If someone appears good on screen, then they must be a “soft bean” in their real life as well. I find it funny how often Americans view their favourite celebrities as soft beans too pure for this world, despite the inconvenient fact that very few people are actually that soft and pure. So there is this image of great friends who are great husbands and great fathers. And they don’t want this image to be challenged. They choose to see everything as a meaningless joke or as a coincidence. And then of course there are the plenty ones who are determined to not think much (or at all) whenever they watch R&L content.

Yes, I noticed how disproportionately excited Link was when Rhett said they will stop asking permission to be who they are. It felt like Link had been waiting for a long time for Rhett to make a statement this clear on camera.

Link said something lately that made me lean towards what you think. He said in his spiritual deconstruction update video that the best way to reveal an uncomfortable truth is step by step, slowly slowly until it gets so evident that the recipients have started figuring it out on their own without you spelling out the thing. My theory was that they wanted to condition the viewers into accepting it with their numerous implications and suggestive images and now I think both of these are their intent.

(BTW the reason I believe it all started between late 2013 - early 2015 is because of the Puzzle video and the rest of the Sketchtober videos made in mid/late 2015. I have thorough analyses of these if you are interested. Watching these oldies around the same time as the new videos blew my mind and put everything into perspective. Also the last Christian entry in Link’s journal was one day after the newsical kiss episode was released.)

I will be happy to discuss this more. You said we used to send each other DMs, in your next ask / text please tell me your old username, I am curious hahaha ❤️

#rhink #rhett and link #mail #fullperfectionpoetry

[princessmisery666]

PM666Reads - Fic Recs - September 2022

Please heed all the warnings on the individual fics. I am not responsible for what you choose to read.

To the authors - thank you for putting in the work 💕no one gets enough recognition so thank you for taking the time to write and being brave enough to share it with us 💟

📖Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Monday To Friday - @wildbornsiren - It’s just a crush– on one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever met in your life. There’s no way he would ever return your feelings right?

You're No Bun - @writercole -Rooster tries to get a drunk you to bed.

Don't Think, Just Do - @evansrogerskitten - Rooster has a crush. 

📖Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts - @seresinhangmanjake - You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Magic Jake - @evansrogerskitten - Your boyfriend has a secret - once upon a time, Hangman was a stripper. 

Country Boy - @princessphilly - music soulmate AU

Rebel, Rebel - @therebeccaw - Sufficed to say, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin wasn’t the pilot you were looking for.

📖Rhett Abbott

Proving A Point - @writercole - Rhett sees a guy trying to hit on his girl. She brushes him off but the guy just doesn’t want to take the hint.

I Can Still Make Cheyenne - @writercole - Rhett Abbot isn’t an easy man to love but when he’s about to lose everything, his head is finally clear.

📖Sam Winchester

Without a Stitch - @raidens-realm - While Dean’s on a hunt, Sam stays behind with a cold. The Bunker seems bent on ridding him of far more than a virus and only when he gets the situation under control does he begin to glean it’s true intent.

Butter Knife - @fictional-affairs - Sam, thinking that Dean and the reader have been sneaking around as a couple, locks the two in the bathroom so that they’ll establish their relationship. But Dean and the reader know the truth- and the reader has to choose between using the bathroom in the presence of Dean, or admitting her feelings to Sam.

A Little Trip - @mariekoukie6661 -Sam doesn’t sleep well.

The Best and Worse Plans - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble

The Almost Kiss - @myinconnelly1 - fluffy drabble

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified" - @mrswhozeewhatsis

Torture - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble#

“I’ll give you $200 if you don’t bring it up again.” - @mrswhozeewhatsis

Tight - @kittenofdoomage - A few hundred words about Sam's humungous cock

📖Dean Winchester

Feast - @talesmaniac89 - Dean has grown tired of your game of cat and mouse. He’s ready to show you he’s a hunter. And tonight, you’re his prey.

Big Brother - @girl-next-door-writes - gif drabble

Lavender Skies - @talesmaniac89 - A relationship ends under lavender skies…

📖Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia

Falcon? - @writercole - In which the Daggers find Fanboy’s doppelganger.

📖James 'Bucky' Buchanan Barnes

Treacherous - @scrumptious-delusion - you’re asking yourself why he keeps coming back, he’s asking himself why you keep letting him in. it’s a treacherous slope but neither of you can turn back now.

📖Jensen Ackles

Remind Me - @pink-sparkly-witch - Jensen and Y/N have been drifting apart since he went to film The Boys. When a song on the radio makes him realise just how bad things are, he’s determined to fix it. Problem is, he doesn’t know if Y/N wants to fix it or if it’s over between them.

📖Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Enlightened - @writercole - The heart wants what the heart wants. But sometimes, it needs a push to figure it out.

📖Steve Rogers

Would I Lie To You - @cockslutpadalecki - steve catches a hydra operative- she’s low level, maybe a receptionist, a medical assistant, not given enough information to be important, not given enough to really know who she’s working for. but steve thinks she knows more than she lets on. what interrogation tactics is he using on poor reader?

📖Ransom Drysdale

The Hunt - @navybrat817 - Ransom likes the hunt, especially when you turn him down.

#pm666reads #fic rec #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #robert bob floyd #jensen ackles #bucky barnes #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #rhett abbott #mickey fanboy garcia #dean winchester #sam winchester

[katiesharms]

Heyo!!🥰💕✨💗🎇💖🎆💕✨💗🎇💖🎆💕 hope you're doing well, dear writer!💛 dear Lord I know I'm getting on 'annoying' level but God, did I mention I dislike commenting on ao3? I just don't like it! I find tumblr more friendly and when I type here my fingers slip on keyboard and type my whole heart out! It's like a magic place! Sorry if my ask is too long!🙈💗💗💗

I just finished new chapter of 'There's money for the taking (and the happiness we all deserve)' and *deep inhale* brace yourself because I WANNA YELL CUS OF HOW GOOD IT IS!! I JUST SCREAMED WHEN JAKE MESSAGED BRAD AND HE CAME OVER AND ASKED JAKE WHAT HAPPENED BUT JAKE WENT 'I CAN ASK THE SAME' sweetie that's not how you do it hxgx I wanted to melt in the ground if I were Jake! God he's so bold and so straight-going when it's what he wants and he's so inexperienced but God is he sweet?! He's a darling I want to protect!!🥺💖💖 (also I want a friend like Javy! That boy is so supportive and understanding and caring he's so precious!) Ok ok different thoughts are coming and going but hhn why Brad broke his rule and drank that night?? (Which reminds me of that scene from Gone With the Wind novel where Rhett gets drunk and manhandles Scarlett around) Was it cus of Jake maybe?? Or... *gasp* oh my God cus of Tasha? *slapping a hand on my mouth* God if it's going to be tragic-ly angst-y that Brad ends up torn between starting a relationship with Jake or going back to Tasha (or some secret lover??) I don't want to know! Don't want to spoil it for myself!! You mentioned Brad isn't seeing someone at the moment but I think he sees no need to.. lie? Also he said 'I bring all my dates here for skating' and so it means Jake isn't special (which hurt my heart but.. yeah.. he takes money to stay with Brad) but then he does sweet things for Jake and 'to' Jake and it's like he actually 'cares'.. also I LOVED ice skate scene!! The whole scene I was giggling and smiling so wide and it all was really lovely!🥰🥰💕💕💕 though I wish there was more? God I want to throw these two in a room then lock it then yell at them to 'create sweet scenes together now!'🤭🙈💜💜💜 the last scene 'party scene' was my fave! Jake feeling out of place (my poor darling.. I understand the feeling. How much I love to change it for you.. I just hope Brad, you know, does something and make it official or...) and then mocking Brad cus he was avoiding Mav (God I was begging him to stop! Jake don't tell such thing right now!) And then Brad squeezing his wrist (which I'd end up crying if someone does it to me.. though Jake back-talked and made Brad angry and he had it coming but.. that was kinda cruel💔 I can say I also liked how rude and mean Bradley is toward Jake? He reminds me of a version of Bruce Wayne but this one is TOO impolite and care free toward his dates. Oh my God is it why Tasha left him??) And then their talk in the car after (again, I'd cry all the way😅) but my breath caught in my chest when Brad went and drew the last line; it's how it is, don't want it then it's over between us." Oh my God I just can say I'd end up crying 'louder'! I mean, sir you were too rude at me in that party you dragged me to and squeezed my smoll wrist and now it's over?! But Jake thought of his rent and that he needs Brad's money and when he invited Brad inside, he was shocked.. I want to smash him in face with.. with a pillow (cus his face is cute ok) "ok you're paying him but that was abuse!! In a way!"

Oh my God I almost forgot to mention that smoll, blink-and-you-miss-it daddy kink at the end! I think he meant maybe if they get official he'll be more than happy for Jake to call him that in their bedroom?? Oh, oh dear ok unrelated but I love it that you give Brad gold chain to wear!! I just find it really fitting and it just makes imagination goes colorful and dreamy!💖💖 oh and that sweet part when he had 'two' pair of gloves (for him and Jake because he knows Jake definitely doesn't own one) was endearing! And I think cufflinks are kind of love language here? I just love every part of this story!! It's not even finished but I want it published and in my library as a long romance novel!!🥺🥺💕💕💕

Thank you again for posting new chapter!🥰🥰💕💜💛💕💜💛💕💜💛💕 oh and, don't you want a house/room mate?? God I promise I sleep under stairs and even wash and iron clothes too! I just want to talk and talk and talk for HOURS about your story for you and I can even show you smoll writings/doodles I made too!💗💜💛💕💖💗💜💛💕💖💗💜💛💕💖💗

Love you!

M.

hi!!!! every time i post a chapter now i look forward to these messages omg.

the javy/jake friendship in this fic is so much fun to write! you just know javy is watching his boy make the stupidest decisions but still supporting him.

bradley drank at thanksgiving bc he was triggered by having to spend so much time with mav, and didn't feel comfortable enough in jake's presence. there's def nothing to be worried about on the nat front lol they're very amicable exes, but natasha is protective of her friend because she was there for him when people where their most exploitative toward bradley after his mom died.

you saying bradley reminds you of bruce wayne is so cool, i never really thought to draw on that character for influence! i think the whole squeezing his wrist and forcing jake to leave is bradley's way of biting back to jake being completely out of line. they push each other and they don't mind a harsh retaliation, because they're both kind of asking for it. jake is excited by how challenging bradley is, and by how bradley is a little dangerous and unknown. the whole fun of a sugar daddy au is fucked up dynamics, imo, and bradley does hold a degree of power over jake. the money complicates the sex and the sex complicates the money

as for the daddy kink...i can only say hehehee

#thank you again these messages are so kinf #asks

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 12: "Did you get any sleep?"

Slowly but surely getting there. I'm kind of hoping to catch up by the end of Monday (which is coincidentally my sister's 20th birthday! Crazy, feels like yesterday she was biting people)

(by people, I mean me)

(that's a story for another time)

Anywho, taking a break from TGM to write some Outer Range! This is more of an alternate take on Rhett and Hadley's story from the original 15k fic I wrote but I don't have a problem with that at all. I'm always down for a little cowboy

With Hadley - she is an OC, but other than her being Australian I've kept her general stature etc unknown.

-

It was still dark when Hadley stumbled down the stairs, scrubbing at her face as she quietly made her way to the kitchen. With a flick of her wrist she started the kettle and then reached for a mug.

“Hads-”

“Fuck, Rhett!”

Hadley whipped around, pressing herself to the counter when she realised Rhett was sitting at the island, his own cup of coffee in hand. When she checked his coffee maker she could see it was half empty and she frowned.

“Did you get any sleep last night, babe?”

“No,” he admitted. Hadley sighed, leaving her cup of coffee to give Rhett a hug. His arms went around her shoulders and she leaned into his body, running a hand over his side.

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“What’s the point, right? Then both of us are up for no reason.”

“Or we can come downstairs, watch something shitty and break the cycle of going to bed only to lie awake for hours. It only makes it harder, Rhett.”

“Are you seriously trying to fight me before 6am?”

Rhett pulled away, brows furrowed. Hadley’s face fell but she kept her hand on his shoulder, shaking her head.

“No; it wasn’t a criticism. I’m more worried about what kept you up rather than the act of you being up.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Hadley hummed.

“I get it. Not sleeping makes you do dumb shit. Do you want to try go back to bed now?”

“Can’t... gotta get to the ranch.”

“Five minutes with your dad, Rhett, I swear,” Hadley said. Rhett rolled his eyes but he pulled Hadley back into his arms.

“For his safety, I think it’s better that you go feed Jester and get ready for work.”

Hadley raised an eyebrow, pressing a kiss to his temple before going back to the kettle when it finally boiled.

“Diplomacy? That’s hot.”

Rhett put his head down, a blush covering his features and Hadley tried to stifle her giggle into her coffee.

“Mom wanted to know if we could put flyers out again this afternoon when you finish work.”

“Did Joy give the okay?”

“Don’t think it matters.”

Hadley took another sip of coffee, reaching for her phone. She went quiet for a moment, heaving a sigh.

“Alright; I’m gonna go get dressed and feed Jester. Are you still going to be here when I get back?”

Rhett got up to rinse his mug out, a habit he’d picked up from Hadley, then gave her a kiss.

“Probably not. I’m sorry, Hads, I know you wanted to have date night-“

“-don’t worry about it.”

Her eyes were warm as she squeezed his bicep, heading for the stairs.

“Make sure you eat something before you go, not eating or sleeping is a bad combination.”

“Thanks baby,” Rhett called after her.

-

The morning didn’t start well at the Abbott household; Rhett told his mom he’d already eaten breakfast and she huffed and puffed about it, then his father demanded that they move the cattle for the third time that week which would be a big feat between the two of them. Usually Hadley and Cecelia would help but Hadley was working and his mom was meeting with the police again about Perry and Amy. Neither had been seen for almost three weeks and had mysteriously disappeared around the same time. By the time they got saddled up and a plan made Rhett’s stomach was grumbling because as much as he’d insisted that he’d had breakfast, his breakfast consisted of coffee and a granola bar. He was already dizzy when they finally located the herd and working them back toward the pasture nearest to the main ranch site was difficult enough.

Royal was in a bad mood, too; he was bitching and moaning and worried about Amy but he wouldn’t talk about Perry or ask about Hadley which was almost normal these days. Hadley had made it very clear she thought Royal was a shitty father and that if she had any say in the matter she would have helped Rhett get the fuck out of town when he had the chance. He’d given up the rodeo to help his family and Hadley saw the way he regretted it every time his father tried to talk to him.

“Rhett- Rhett!”

Rhett snapped out of his daze, clearing his throat.

“Yeah?”

Royal sighed.

“Were you listening to anything I just said?”

“Nope.”

“Don’t be an ass; what’s on your mind?”

Rhett glanced down at his reins, enjoying the way they ran through his hands. He and Whiskey had been thrown together when he was a teenager and for three years it looked like they weren’t ever going to work together; now she was one of the only things that made him smile.

“Thinkin’ of goin’ home after this. S’not like we’ve got much to do this afternoon.”

“Rhett, we need to go through the barn and then start calling Rebecca’s college friends-“

“-you think they’re gonna know where Amy is? Perry?”

“Rhett.”

“I mean fuck, dad, you think people who knew her ten years ago are gonna have any clue where her daughter went- that they never met? Yeah, that makes sense.”

“We have to do something. That is our granddaughter – your niece – that is out there and she’s probably scared as all- well, you know what I mean.”

“Did you ever think maybe Becca came to get her?”

“Rebecca could have come home at any point, the door was always open for her to-“

Rhett swore, turning Whiskey around to come nose to nose with his father’s horse.

“What you and mom did to Becca, you’re doin’ to Hadley right now. I might have only been a kid when we met her but she was alone out here. She didn’t just leave because Perry’s a sorry excuse for a husband-“

“-Rhett, that’s enough!”

Royal’s eyes narrowed and his mouth twitched, body straightening in the saddle. Rhett rolled his eyes.

“Let’s get these cattle into the pasture and then I’m goin’ home. Me and Hadley can hang up flyers in town when she’s done with work.”

Rhett nudged Whiskey into a canter to catch up with the cattle, calling over his shoulder that he was going to be sick the next day.

-

Considering her boyfriend’s history with the Tillerson’s and the fact that Wabang was kind of scary for an Australian woman to be living on her own, Hadley had installed a camera on her gate that alerted when someone drove through it. When she got the notification during her lunch break she checked it, frowning when she watched Rhett’s ute drive through. Considering it was barely midday and he never came home for lunch, she was a little confused.

Hadley: are you okay?

Rhett: fine

Hadley: gate alatm went off. You’re home really early

Rhett: done for the day

Hadley: ?

Rhett: talk about it when u get home

Rhett: love u

Hadley: love you

Hadley: see you later

Hadley stood from the lunch room table, gathering her items and her paperwork to track down her boss.

“Hey, any chance I could take off? Something’s wrong with my boyfriend, I’m worried. If everything’s fine I’ll come straight back and work overtime-“

“-Hadley,” her new boss smiled, having finally replaced the one who called her Aussie because he couldn’t be bothered learning her name, “considering what you and your boyfriend have been through recently, please go and check on him. Take as much time as you need, don’t worry about coming back today or working overtime.”

Hadley turned and headed for her desk. In minutes she’d collected her things and was out the door heading for her ute, trying to figure out if she should text Rhett or ambush him. Sometimes it was easier to ambush him but when it came to his family...

Hadley: hey, I’m on my way home

It was better to give him a heads up.

-

“Hey, babe! You here?”

Hadley kicked off her work shoes at the door, stepping into her pair of cowboy boots. She glanced around her house and then called upstairs, before glancing toward her tiny stable where Jester and occasionally Whiskey stayed. Her lips twitched upwards in a smile and she left the house to cross the gravel to the stables. Sure enough Rhett was there, talking rather seriously to Jester who was just enjoying the pats he was getting.

“Is he talking back?”

Rhett jumped when he realised Hadley was standing by the doors, still dressed in her work clothes but her boots on instead of the office shoes she wore to work. She sent him a smile.

“Tough morning?”

“Dad’s on somethin’ again. Wants to call Rebecca’s college friends about Amy. Like they’re gonna know where she is; don’t even think they know about her.”

“That’s not enough for you to crack the shits, Rhett. I know you; you put up with that.”

“I asked him if he thought Becca came to find Amy; get her outta town. He didn’t like that but he didn’t like me telling him he treated her badly either.”

“I can imagine... are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Hadley walked through the stables, taking a seat on one of the bales of hay. She drew a knee to her chest with a sigh.

“I understand why you keep this stuff from me; I do. I just need you to know that when you are ready to talk, I’ll listen.”

He stayed focused on Jester for a moment and Hadley started to worry that she was losing him. Rhett gathered his thoughts and lifted his head, gesturing back toward the house they’d decided to share when Rhett was getting into screaming fights with his parents more than they were having productive conversations.

“What’s the saying? Smoko?”

Hadley laughed at his terrible attempt at an Australian accent, standing to give him a hug.

“A+ for effort, Rhett. C’mon, bit early for afternoon smoko but we can still have a cuppa.”

“I swear I’m gonna need a translator if we’re gonna get married.”

“Slow down, cowboy, who said anything about marriage?”

“Me, so if you’re in trouble with the IRS you better tell me now.” Hadley’s shoulders shook as she laughed, following him back up to the house.

-

#Outer Range #Rhett Abbott #Rhett Abbott x OC #G's Dec 2023 Prompts!

[myown-worstenemy-2003]

Marry Me? (Calum Hood)

A/N: Hey guys! This is out of the usual fandom that I write for but another one of my favorite fandoms! This was written for one of my best friends who loves him! (I do too, not gonna lie but I'm a Michael girl.) Anyway! I hope you enjoy it! (Also don't make fun of me, this is my first time writing for nonfictional people. Have mercy on my soul.) PS: Please don't copy my work because I worked hard on this and I will literally cry! Thank you! :) <3

Summary: Based on the song "Marry Me" by Thomas Rhett

Word Count: 1621

Everything was beautiful. Makayla was going to get the wedding that she had always dreamed of having. A beautiful garden, colors everywhere from the flowers. Not too many people to save her aunts and uncles some money.

I’m in my black suit and tie, out in the back of the garden where no one can see me. I pull a flask out of my suit pocket and do a shot quick shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. I smile just thinking about meeting her up there. I hope I make it through without crying so nobody sees. 

Because she doesn’t want to marry me. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

I shake my head as I look out of the windshield of my car, “Snap out of it Cal.”

I just got home from our world tour, and I love going on tour and seeing our fans, but I miss being at home with family and friends. I walk into my house and drop my stuff at the door and just crash on the couch face-first for a nap. When I get attacked by Duke with kisses.

“Duke!” I said, excitedly petting him, rolling over onto my back, and laughing as he said his hellos.

“I missed you too Duke,” I chuckled, he got up and ran off to get his toys. As he was running off, I sat here thinking about the day that I got Duke. 

Makayla and I had just been browsing the pet shelters after she had insisted that I needed a buddy for when she wasn’t able to stay over at my house. And I came home with a little puppy named Duke. We were sitting on the couch in the same position that I was right now. We were both watching Duke play around until I just focused on her because of how beautiful she looked. She turned around with a smile on her face to say something but stopped. In my mind, I was going to lean in and kiss her and it was going to be perfect but then I thought, what if she doesn’t like me that way? What if I do it and it ruins our friendship? 

“Cal?” Makayla said, bring me out of my freak-out session.

“Yeah?” I said, “What’s up?”

“Is everything okay?” 

“Y-yeah! I’m good!” I said nodding my head, “Just thinking about dinner, you hungry?”

I stand up from the couch and walk over to the counter to the pile of mail. I go through it and see nothing important other than bills. Putting those back on the counter to deal with later, I get myself a snack from the cabinet and lean on the counter eating Cheez-Its. I always wondered if she feels the same way from the way she looked at me that day, but I never found the right time to ask her. Then it was too late to ask her, I didn’t want to ruin anything if she didn’t.

I’m still snacking when I see something on the coffee table that I didn’t see early. I put the box down and walk over to the coffee table. As I get closer, it’s an envelope with Calum Hood written on it in familiar handwriting. I pick it up and open it. 

“Oh, my God.”

I knew this day was coming but I didn’t know it was already coming. Inside the envelope was an invitation from Makayla and her fiance to their wedding which was less than a month away. 

“Oh, my God,” I said again.

My phone ringing startled me right out of my trance of staring at the fancy paper that was giving the worse news that I had heard in my life. Still looking at the invitation I pull my phone out of my front pocket and answer it, “Hello?”

“Hey Cal! Welcome home!” the sweetest voice comes through.

“Makayla! Hey! How’s it going?” I answer back, smiling on instinct. 

“I’m great! I haven’t heard your voice in so long. I missed you, Cal,” she tried to sound happy but there was a hint of sadness in her voice. 

“I missed you too Mak. I miss your pretty face!” 

“Aw, you make me blush! Enough with the sadness! How was the tour?”

“It was awesome! We went to a lot of different places than before. And then the places we've been before are always fun to go back to as well.”

“Aw, it sounds like you had a blast, Cal!” she says happily.

“Enough about the tour! When did you guys set the date for the wedding?” I ask her, trying to be excited.

“Oh, I tried to call you and tell you a few times but you were always performing or asleep so after a few times of not answering, I just let you find it when you got home from the tour. Since there was plenty of time for you to get prepared.”

I sit there for a minute, taking it all in. She’s going to get married. I always thought it was going to be to me. Hell, even our own friends thought Makayla and I were going to get married. But she’s not going to. 

“Cal? Hey is everything okay? Cal?” she asks, worriedly.

I shake myself out of it, “Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine! I’m just thinking about all of the things I have to do before you get married! I mean what’s the man of honor going to with only a month left to plan the bachelorette party?”

Makayla giggles, “Well, you and Kelly better get to work on it because it is coming up fast.”

“Yeah, it is,” I say with a sigh.

“Anway, I bet you’re tired from the flight. I’m gonna let you get some sleep. Goodnight rockstar,” she says.

“Goodnight,” I say back and listen until the line goes silent. I lean back on the couch, “Fuck.”

I’m too late.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A month later, it’s everything that Makayla has ever told me about when she talked about wanting to get married. It is at a beautiful garden that she told me about from a vacation that she went to when she was younger. She wasn’t exaggerating when she said that it was beautiful. There are flowers and greenery everywhere, along with statues and fountains. The arch where they were going to get married under was covered in red, pink, and white roses.

I'm standing in the back listening to the three people in the seats talk about how beautiful it was, saying that Makayla was going to look beautiful. I watched as Makayla’s bridesmaids were making sure everything was perfect. One was fixing flowers as she walked by, and another was talking to the groomsmen. Piper tripped as she walked by which led to her taking off her heels. Kelly, her maid-of-honor, was currently talking to their Aunt Rachel and Aunt Jenn. I know they’ve been dreading this day. But they aren’t the only ones giving her away.

I walk away to look around and clear my head for a second.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

A few minutes later, I’m back hiding out in the back. Everyone was getting prepared to walk down the aisle and then Makayla. I can just imagine her in her dress welcoming the guests. I just know that she looks so beautiful that it hurts my heart that I can’t be with her. I look around looking for her. Maybe I can find her, get it off my chest. I walk around to the front where she might be welcoming the guests, I get in the short line to tell her how I feel. I wait and I wait. I talk myself up the whole time.

You can do it. You are going to tell her you love her and have since forever. 

When I was next after someone, I watch her. She is happy. She’s laughing and talking with her family and friends.

“Cal!” she says happily and hugs me. 

Alright, this is your chance. Tell her how you feel.

“Makayla, I-” I start.

“What’s wrong?”

I can’t mess this up for her. She’s happy.

“I wish you all the best. You look beautiful.”

She smiles a little, “Thank you, Calum.”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

So here I am, standing out in the back. In my black suit and tie. Taking a strong shot of whiskey. I hope I can make it through without crying. 

I feel a tap on my shoulder, I look over and see Piper, “What’s up?”

“Makayla is asking for you real quick,” she says, trying to hide a smile on her face. 

“Is everything okay?” I ask, following her to where Makayla is, trying not to panic. 

Piper opens the door and I walk in.

“Calum,” Makayla says looking up from where she’s sitting. I hear the door close softly behind me.

“Makayla,” I say coming up to her, “Is everything okay? Do you need something?”

“Cal. Give me one good reason not to do this,” she says in the most serious tone that I’ve ever seen her.

I stand there for a second and she’s about to say something when I walk up to her, put my hand on her face and softly kiss her lips. She kisses me back wrapping her arms around my neck. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.

The door opens, “Mak, 2 minut- oh. Okay,” someone says. We break apart breathless. There stands Kelly in the doorway, Piper and the bridesmaids peeking in, “So, should I send everyone to the reception hall?” 

“That is a great idea Kelly,” Makayla says and Kelly sends her thumbs up as she closes the door.

“So where were we?” she asks me. I laugh and lean down to kiss her again.

#calum hood #calum hood x oc #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #calum 5sos #5sos fic

[strudelbumsen]

I was imagining interactions between Rhett or Riley and some of my mutual's OC so here's those thoughts bahaha. I plan to draw these too so keep an eye out buddies!

With @salandersan 's Dahlia I think Rhett would form a massive crush on her so quick! Rhett is such a sucker for dark haired girls with big eyes, he'd awkwardly attempt to flirt until he sees Lawrence. He might puff up a bit, smelling the mal intent on him. Maybe even step in front of Dahlia protectively. But when he realized they're together, he'd recognize a bigger animal and back off. But he would never stop having dreams about that gorgeous flower...

Riley would move in quick to defend her, as the resident butch friend they'd definitely notice her nervous demeanor, and assume she needed a friend. Riley is very caring and gentle with smaller, daintier people, but I don't think Dahlia would be a fan, sadly, jaja. Riley would pick flowers from the sidewalk outside the bar and pretend to be platonically intentioned as they slipped them in Dahlia's hair, buy her a drink, and wouldn't even back off when Lawrence showed up. Riley is a little too brave - some might call it stupid. But who knows when a fist fight between two people that can't feel pain would end...

For @6robotmonster6 's Tobby, Riley would be enamored. They both even have blue hair, "don't you see how we match, pretty boy!" Riley would be able to smell the animal on him, but since they're human they'd just assume it was perfume. Riley would be so easy to lure in for Ren, Tobby would barely have to try! Especially with Tobby's slightly rude demeanor, Riley is VERY attracted to men they have to chase. Riley would most likely end up as a Tobby MC who was asked to be kept at the auction. Tobby with an MC who can't feel pain.... now that would be a show! Yes go ahead and claw them up Tobby, they can't exactly feel it at all. Choke them out, after all there's no damage but lack of oxygen to the brain. Fuck them as many times as you want, even with your prosthetics on, it's not like the bleeding scratches feel hurtful. I think Tobby might lose all impulse control when keeping someone like Riley, especially since Riley is quiet and easy to overpower. Tobby would be a new Ren - maybe worse, even - in the face of someone so willing to submit to pain.

The asshole phase would probably be over quickly due to them sharing similar interests like scenecore and anime and both being masochistics, and due to Riley being incredibly easy going and charming compared to the people Tobby is used to dealing with by that time. Riley is just so casual and sweet, even in dangerous situations... I think Tobby would appreciate the mental break of talking to someone who already seems to care for him so deeply, even from the first night they met. It might even feel wrong, overwhelming, like a lie. But I assure you Riley just genuinely has that much compassion for everyone they meet.

You two feel free to add on or correct me, love your OCs as always! 💓

#riley #rhett marten #dahlia #tobby #mcs #ocs #btd #my ocs

[delopsia]

Blow Your Mind | Bob x Reader x Rhett

Word Count: 7,900 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, who does briefly wear a skirt, aphrodisiac chocolates, oral sex, unprotected sex with two different men, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, anal sex (Rhett riding Bob), there is absolutely no plot to this one.

"They're just chocolates!"

"It says 'sex chocolates' right on the fucking packaging!" 

Rhett's not lying, either. Right on the front of the box, scrawled in hardly-legible cursive, lie the words 'Sex Chocolates,' with an even harder-to-read slogan of, 'they'll blow your mind.' 

Next to you, Bob shifts his weight, fingers tapping on the box of deceptively sweet box of chocolates that you've all just had a bite of. Sweet, tiny little things that disguised themselves as a run-of-the-mill assortment of chocolates until you'd caught a glance at the lid. Who would have thought bite-sized candies could be so devious?

They've already deceived the original attendees of Perry's so-called house party before it had gotten out of hand. When there were just fifteen people and not over fifty. When the house wasn't so packed that walking into another room was easy as breathing. The good old days, when Rhett and Perry's bickering wasn't drowned out by the worst choice of music you've ever heard.

"One little piece can't hurt us, right?" Bob murmurs, barely audible, over the thumping of the speakers. "We don't even know if it works." 

Shaking your head, "The serving size is half a chocolate per person." If only you'd seen this before you'd eaten the entire piece. When you still had the chance to decide if you wanted to play with aphrodisiacs or not. 

"Half?" His glasses are the only thing that can stop his eyes from bugging out of his head. "Rhett had more than one!"

And they've evidently made Rhett invisible, too, because he's completely disappeared from the kitchen. Leaving you and Bob alone with a kitchen full of strangers and the one and only Perry Abbott. The beloved son who absolutely will not get in trouble for raising his foot and kicking a hole into the drywall.

"Rhett?" You say it as if he can hear you; Bob can't even hear what you've said, and he's barely a foot away. 

He couldn't have gone far, not that quick. This house had might as well be a can of sardines, with how packed it is, but as you twist and turn, straining your neck to get a better look, you can't find him. Not with this crowd.

You'd jump if you weren't worried about your skirt catching on the air vent behind you. 

Leaning towards Bob, you raise your voice a little, struggling to be heard over the music. "Did you see him leave?" 

But Bob shakes his head, light bouncing off of his glasses as he does so, "I'll check and see if he went outside again."

"And I'll..." Your words die in your throat as you look out into the living room. 

You won't be finishing that sentence. 

There's no point; you can hardly even hear your own thoughts as you worm your way through the crowd. Between the raised voices and the obnoxiously loud music, it's a wonder that you don't develop a migraine during the time it takes you to walk from the kitchen to the couch. Or, at least, what used to be a couch. 

The cushions are missing; Cecelia's delicate decorative pillows lie in a heap in front of it, crushed beneath the sharp heels of a woman you've never seen before. You wonder what she'll be more upset about, those beloved pillows or the visible crack in the middle of the couch's frame, bowing inward. 

"Hey, girlie!" 

You don't recognize that voice, hardly even know which direction it's coming from, until an unfamiliar hand curls around your shoulder. 

Don't roll your eyes, don't roll your eyes, don't roll your—

"Hi, Maria." And you'll pretend you know the names of the two Tillerson brothers standing behind her. Wyatt and Luke or something. You hardly recognized the names Perry invited, but you know for a fact that these three were never invited. 

"I was hoping you'd seen Rhett around?" Twisting freshly manicured fingers through a lock of her hair, "he and I have some catching up to do." 

"Haven't seen him," brushing her cold hand from your shoulder, "you should try asking Perry."

Her eyebrows raise, "Perry? You want me to ask the one man Rhett doesn't like?" Here we go. "Do you even know Rhett?"

You know Rhett well enough to understand that his feelings about Perry aren't as black and white as one would think. Just like you also know him well enough to recall that he's got a birthmark on the underside of his cock, but that doesn't contribute much to this conversation, now does it?

"Who cares if they know Rhett or not," the older of the two brothers says, and you're pretty sure that this one is Luke Tillerson, "what I care about is getting to know them a little better."

"You don't look like you're from around here," the youngest speaks overtop of Maria, and you can't say you're upset that you missed out on what she had to say, "where you from?"

Fighting the urge to sound surprised. "What gave it away?"

"You're too pretty to be from around these parts." He says it so quickly that you almost wonder if he's been planning that for some time now. Bold, straight to the point, no if's and's or buts about it.

Even from a few feet away, you can smell the alcohol on his breath, something strong that has you fighting the urge to wrinkle your nose and put more distance between the two of you. "I'm sorry, I don't—"

"Rhett!" Maria's eyes light up like a goddamn disco ball, absolutely sparkling. 

Your only indication that Rhett's behind you is the hot breath tickling the back of your neck and the nose that bumps into your head in the way that it always does. Hands appear on either side of your waist, gently urging you to step away from this conversation you've been roped into.

Maria's talking, mouth moving a million miles an hour, but Rhett can't hear it. Her dwindlings about how she hasn't seen him in oh so long do nothing but illicit the laziest 'uhuh' you've ever heard from your cowboy. 

You know that high school crushes tend to die hard, but damn, you don't think he even smiles at her as he carts you away. One arm loops around your waist, just about crushing you into his side as he forces his way through the unwelcome crowd. 

"Rhett?" You chirp, stumbling as you fight to keep up with his pace. 

No dice.

Maybe something's happened because Rhett doesn't seem to hear you either; just keeps marching along like a soldier headed into battle. Right for the stairs, damn near knocks a guy over in his quest to head up them. 

He doesn't acknowledge the profanities that man spews as he passes by, either. 

Nobody is upstairs, much to your surprise. You'd really expected someone to have snuck off to one of the many bedrooms up here, but the doors are all wide open, seemingly untouched. If Rhett wasn't practically dragging you down the hallway, maybe you'd be able to tell for sure. 

"Rhett!" You try again, heels digging into the hardwood floor. That little protest should have been enough to at least cause his stride to falter. 

It does nothing. 

Rhett damn near hauls you into his bedroom, protest unacknowledged as he points towards his bed, "Sit." Then, pausing, "Please." A little softer now, starkly different from how he kicks the door closed.

Your feet move on their own, carrying you over to his soft, plush bed. Such a shame that Royal and Cecelia bought him a new one after he moved out. The moment you've settled on the bed, Rhett takes two steps forward and drops. 

Knees hit the floor with a painful thunk that you're certain the guests downstairs heard, but you can't pay it any worry. Not when there are hands running up your thighs, familiar eyes peering up at you from between your legs. 

"Rhett?" Trying once more. "Are you alright?"

His curls bounce as he nods his head, "uhuh." And he'd probably say more if he weren't kissing on the inside of your knee. A soft pressure that tickles all the way up your thighs. Adds fuel to the fire already kindling in your core. Up, up, up, tongue leaving a wet trail that catches in the dull lighting of his bedroom. 

The blunt tip of his nose bumps into your panties, and almost instantaneously, those eyebrows raise, "You got wet for me pretty fast, doll." 

Abnormally fast. You don't remember a time when you've ever been squirming so quick—

oh. 

Wait. 

"Chocolates," you breathe, voice barely there, "it was those fucking chocolates."

A hot tongue laves across the front of your panties, darkened blues peering up at you, "So it's not just me then, hm?" Rhett's always been eager, but he's never been so eager that his idea of foreplay shortens to nothing but a few kisses and licks. You don't think he's ever bypassed an opportunity to steal kisses. 

And if that singular chocolate really did affect you...

"Rhett," it's the only thing that'll get his attention again, and even then, it doesn't stop him from hooking his fingers under your waistband, "...how many did you have?"

Pause, just long enough for a single thought to cross his pretty little mind. "Three." And then down come your panties, skirt left snug around your hips because he's developed an obsession with how it moves when you squirm.

He doesn't even have the patience to get the garment past both your feet, letting them dangle from your left ankle in exchange for leaning back in quicker. Downright diving between your legs, hot tongue licking a fat stripe up your cunt like a man starved.

"Rhett—!"

Those eyes flutter shut, the hem of your skirt bunching up against his nose as he spreads you open with a rumbling hum. Doesn't seem to hear you repeat his name, only hums again when you curl your fingers in his messy hair and tug. 

"Taste so good," speaking directly into your sex, deep voice rattling up your spine, "'m s'prised I could wait to get you upstairs."

There's a soft pressure at your entrance, delicately opening you up with that wet muscle, just enough to feel you involuntarily squeeze around him. Then up, up, up, until he can swirl around that rapidly swelling bud that he loves to abuse, yanks a gasp out of your throat when he wraps his lips around it. 

"You're gonna suffocate yourself," struggling to keep your balance when big palms settle on the backs of your thighs, lifting them until they're hooked over those wonderfully broad shoulders. "Rhett."

A familiar belt buckle jingles, "Keep whinin' my name like that 'n I'm gonna cum, doll."

That zipper of his goes down in tune with his tongue, and that shaky gasp into your cunt is all you need to know that he's grasped himself through the thin material of his boxers. Those eyes of his open, downright black as he falls back into his rhythm, stroking himself in perfect synchrony with his devilish tongue. 

Surprise suction on your clit has your thighs clamping around his face, "Rhett." Repeating his name like it's the only word in the dictionary. Shit, if you don't loosen your legs—

"Don't you dare," and even though he drags your legs right back to where they were, you get the feeling that it's not enough for him. Not until he can drown himself in you. 

He's leaning forward, downright drooling as he hungrily laps at you, has you bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. There are people in this house, people who can hear right through these paper-thin walls. The whole damn house can probably hear how his belt chimes as he strokes his leaking cock, breathing heavily into your pussy because he can't breathe but is too addicted to quit now.

Footsteps thump outside the door.

The very unlocked door. 

But before you can fight off a whimper and get a word out, the knob begins to twist. Stuns you into silence while Rhett laps noisily at your entrance, unbothered by the slowly opening door behind him. One look at the frame creeping inside is all it takes for your shoulders to drop, tension rushing out just as quickly as it appeared. 

Bob holds a finger to his lips, locking the door behind him.

"Fuck," your body jolts as Rhett's tongue pumps into you once more, "just like that." Words just loud enough to conceal the creaking of hardwood as Bob settles behind Rhett, something devious flashing through his soft features. He's reaching forward, around Rhett's hip...

"Ah!" Poor cowboy damn near comes out of his skin, just about jumps out from between your legs like he's been burned. 

One firm arm barricades over Rhett's heaving chest, anchoring him down; between his legs, Bob's hand remains firm, grasping the base of that pretty, flushed cock. Before Rhett can start fussing, though, Bob's talented hand begins to move in such a way that all it takes is one stroke before Rhett's hips are squirming, chasing after the feeling. 

Bob's chin hooks over Rhett's shoulder, glasses glinting in the light, "surely you didn't think I wouldn't find you, sugar."

Rhett huffs, loud and exaggerated, "Wasn't tryin' to avoid—hah!" Even from here, you can see the whites of Bob's knuckles, hand firmly squeezing the base of Rhett's cock. "Figured you'd...figured you'd know where we went."

"Is that it?" Bob's hand doesn't move; if anything, you think he's squeezing a little tighter, "and it's got nothing to do with your crippling impatience?"

Eyelashes flutter, gaze dropping. "...'m sorry." Adam's apple bobbing as Bob's teeth tease the shell of a very, very red ear. "Couldn't wait for you to come back inside." 

There it is. 

Slowly, Bob's hand loosens, gives an experimental stroke that sends Rhett gasping so sharply it echoes. He's squirming, head tilting back to rest against Bob's firm shoulder, mouth agape as Bob messes with him. Can't seem to see how dark those pale blue eyes have become, how they threaten to swallow you whole without a second thought. 

"Y'gonna listen to me, sugar?" There's a twinge of that old accent in Bob's words, fighting to come out and remind you of his Texas roots. 

Licking his lips, Rhett nods his head. His lips move, but nothing quite comes out. 

Just like that, Bob's attention flickers back up to you, briefly catching on the wetness between your legs. "Still wantin' both of us to fuck you, peaches?" He's not even halfway through his question before you're nodding your head. "On your back."

Classic. If given the opportunity, you could have predicted he'd say exactly that. Already know that he's about to settle behind you, resting his back against the headboard because he's got an unofficial thing for watching you fall apart and then having his way with you. But even as Bob does just that, creeping up behind you like it's the first time he's ever done it, Rhett doesn't move from the floor. 

"What happened, cowboy?" Bob's smile evident in his tone, "Afraid of what'll happen if you cum first?" 

All of a sudden, Rhett's moving, rising up from the floor and crawling onto the foot of the bed without so much as a ghost of a complaint. One of his hands disappears into a back pocket, returning with a familiar packet of lubricant that he tears open with his teeth. Must get some on his tongue because his nose wrinkles at the taste.

"How's that taste?" Behind you, Bob chuckles while his hands move on their own accord. Fingers stroking past your shoulders and down to the thin shirt concealing your breasts from his greedy gaze, nothing more than a tickling touch for the time being. 

You can hear how Rhett strokes the lubricant over himself, wet little noises accented by his inward gasp, "like shit." The last thing you expect is two wet fingers nudging at your entrance, gently pushing in. Completely unnecessary; you can tell by how easily those thick fingers push inside that you don't need it. That and...

"Do you not remember this morning?" Huffing when those wandering digits intentionally avoid a particular spot, "or last night? When you fools used spit for lube?" 

Lips press against your temple. Is that stubble you're feeling on Bob's chin? "You were limpin' all mornin'." 

You'd be asking more questions if you weren't distracted by the new development on Mr.I-Don't-Get-Stubble's face. 

Just as quickly as those fingers pushed into you, they're pulling out in favor of two big hands pushing your legs up, a familiar frame settling between your thighs. On its own, Rhett's heavy cock smacks against your dripping core, sends your body jolting. 

A giggle ripples out of you, cut short by the sensation of a plush cockhead beginning to press into you. It's only been eight or so hours since your shower escapades, but you can already feel the uncomfortable stretch as that obnoxiously thick cock of his opens you back up. Did those chocolates make him bigger? Because fuck, you think he's gotten bigger.

One of Bob's hands slips beneath your shirt, spanning out over your chest, "breathe, sweetie." 

Rhett's hands on your hips are the only thing preventing you from squirming away completely, anchoring you down while he splits you wide. You can hardly recall when you closed your eyes, but you're afraid to open them and see how much of this cowboy you have left to take. 

The cold metal of his belt buckle presses against your inner thigh, and finally, finally, you feel him bottom out. Even now, you're afraid to open your eyes, fearing there's still more of him you haven't taken yet. It takes a moment for you to pry them open. And when you do. 

It's been a while since the last time you saw Rhett's face so flushed, unusually pink in the cheeks, sweat already beading at his forehead. Involuntarily, your muscles clench down around him, and he shudders.

Laughter bubbles out of you. "Am I that good, or is it just the aphrodisiac getting to you?" 

It's the aphrodisiac. You know it's the aphrodisiac, but when he shyly admits that you're the cause of his unraveling, you can't help but find yourself believing him. Higher thought process be damned. 

One more involuntary clench and those hips begin to move on their own accord; short, choppy thrusts that rock your body up and down the mattress more than anything. But hell, does it send microscopic tingles rippling up your core, dancing all the way up to where Bob's wandering hands have begun toying with your breasts. Thumbs feather-light as they toy with your nipples, barely there. 

"Rhett, if you don't—"

"'m sorry," those hips drawback, far enough for you to catch how the base of him is downright dripping from your cunt, before pushing back inside with a dizzyingly loud squelch. Practically covers up the gasp he punches from you. 

One of Bob's hands leaves your chest, running down your belly and not stopping until two fingers can drag themselves through the wetness between your legs. Splaying out around Rhett's gradually quickening cock, feeling the thin ring of muscle that can barely accommodate your hung cowboy. 

"Jesus, sweetheart," Bob's lips tickle the side of your head as he speaks, "drippin' like a damn faucet, ain't you?"

The big hands on your hips drag you down into the next thrust, skin audibly smacking against skin. Sends your eyes rolling back into your head, unable to come down even as Rhett withdraws again. 

"Grippin' me like a fuckin' vice," he gasps in between his devilish motions, angle shifting, searching for—

Your back rises up from the bed, sparkles twinging the edges of your vision. Whatever noise brewing in your throat becomes lodged, not a sound coming out of your parted lips. Even when Rhett lets go of your hips in favor of leaning back and bracing himself against the mattress, smooth thrusts pummeling into that tingling bundle of nerves over and over and over.

"Is that the spot, sweetie?" Bob murmurs directly into your ear, "Or is there another part of you needin' some love, too?" 

As if to feed into his point, his fingers rise, ghosting over your neglected, swollen clit. Barely there, a taunting whisper of what could be. Rhett's got your legs too far apart for you to gain any leverage on the bed, can't buck up into his teasing touch in the way you want to. Stuck taking whatever they choose to give you. 

And when you do find the strength to rise up into his touch, it vanishes completely. Has you grumbling and unintentionally clamping down on the cock pumping in and out of you with its devilishly wonderful rhythm.

Rhett's eyes roll back into his head, eyelashes fluttering, "g'nna make me cum if you keep doin' that, doll." Just the thought has you spasming around him again, draws a whine right out of his throat. The thick head of his cock hits the gooey spot inside your cunt just a little harder, a little quicker. Enough to have you gasping. Not enough to fuel the fire burning in your lower belly. 

You haven't given Bob his answer, but his fingers return, close enough for your clit to brush against them every time Rhett fucks into you. Still holding out. Waiting on a response to a question you've already forgotten.

"Please," strained, barely spilling off your tangled tongue. 

That's all it takes for the pad of Bob's thick index finger to kiss that little button. Drenched in an instant, swirling in tune with those shaky thrusts. Something warm blossoms between your legs. Familiar, racing up your spine and up into your face. Strangles you of whatever oxygen you have left, has your breath quickening for something you can't quite catch. 

Rhett's hands return to your hips, barely capable of holding onto you as he fights to maintain those twitchy movements, crumbling right before your very eyes. Curls hang low in his flushed face, bouncing back and forth. "'m gonna cum, fuck, 'm gonna, 'm gonna—"

All of a sudden, he's drawing back. Just about out of you when Bob's hand flies off your clit. Tangles in Rhett's hair and yanks.  

Your vision whites.

Don't know if it's triggered by the wickedly sharp thrust that hammers into your trembling body. Or if it's the strangled cry that rips out of your cowboy. All you know is that your lungs are burning. Body going taut as you cum around Rhett's spasming cock. Mouth falling open with a noise you can't hear. 

The mattress has never felt so soft beneath your aching back. Maybe that's because you're finally laying flat against it and not against...

"Bob?" Your own voice feels foreign to your still-ringing ears. 

"I'm right here, sweetie," it doesn't occur to you that you've closed your eyes until after he surprises you into opening them. You don't recall feeling him slip out from behind you, but he's now standing by the side of the bed, stroking his hand through Rhett's tangled, messy hair. 

Rhett's yet to pull out of you, too focused on catching his breath, but an involuntary spasming of muscles has him hissing, squirming back until he can slip out of your spent pussy. His eyes narrow, darting up to the man petting his head, "Did ya have to pull my hair that fuckin' hard, flyboy?"

Bob's eyebrows raise. But he doesn't have to say a single word because Rhett's already muttering an apology, gaze falling into his lap. The hand in Rhett's hair runs down to take hold of that stumbled chin, manually tilting his head up. 

"You want to get on your knees for me?"

Even from where you lay, you can see the way Rhett's eyes light up at Bob's words, brighter than the lamp shining next to your head. Nothing needs to be said. He's already halfway to the floor, wood creaking beneath him as he kneels. 

"Sometimes I wonder if you've got an addiction to me," Bob muses, settling onto the side of the bed, attention flickering back to you, "that goes for you too."

Your foot kicks out, bumping him in the thigh, "me?"

There's a hidden deviousness in Bob's smile, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes. "You two literally flipped a coin to settle who got to suck me off first."

If that hadn't happened just last night, maybe you'd be able to defend yourself. 

Alas, the dull, barely there ache in your jaw keeps you quiet. Choosing instead to watch Rhett fumble with Bob's zipper, too shaky to get ahold of it for more than half a second until Bob caves and helps him. One hand disappears into his slacks, the other lands on the back of Rhett's head. 

The room may be dimly lit, but even the poor lighting cannot hide the angry red of Bob's plush tip as he finally draws himself out. Neither can it hide how Rhett practically drools as he parts his thin lips, too impatient to wait as he wraps them around Bob's length. A shiver visibly rattles up Bob's spine, head tilting back with what you can only identify as a silent moan.

"Do you think..." running his hand up your ankle, seeking something to hold onto, keep him from floating away, "do you think you can handle one more round?"

Despite his mouth being full of Bob's cock, Rhett's eyes tell you that he has no problem finishing this soft-spoken WSO off if you're not feeling up to the task. Reflex tells you that you probably aren't up to it, not with how you haven't been able to keep your hands off each other all weekend. The aphrodisiac still coursing through your system suggests that one more round is easy.

"I think so," licking your lips, "gotta see if these chocolates really work, right?"

They must be doing quite the number on Rhett because he's skipped foreplay again, forgoing the teasing kisses and licks, opting instead to dive right into bobbing his head. Taking a little more each time, he takes Bob's cock into his mouth, so utterly invested that his eyes have shut.

Bob's body jolts in that tell-tale way it always does when his cock hits the back of a plush, hot throat, "easy, boy," tightening his fingers in Rhett's hair, "don't choke yourself."

But Rhett's stubborn, defying that gently-worded order by hollowing his cheeks and pushing forward. Downright forces Bob's cock into his throat, visibly fighting his gag reflex as he holds him there. Just like that, Bob's once stoic demeanor crumbles, head dropping, hands flying up to brace his weight on Rhett's broad shoulders. 

On their own, the corners of your lips rise, a barely there smile that has Bob fighting the deep-rooted urge to close his eyes.

"Quit," his own words cut off by a loud gasp, jaw flexing with the effort it takes to fight off his own involuntary noises, "quit lookin' at me like that." 

"Why?" The exhaustion twinging at the edges of your psyche isn't strong enough to keep your mouth shut. "Afraid to admit that those little chocolates are getting to you?"

You can already hear that stuttered denial, and he hasn't even gotten the words out of his mouth yet. Words that you're sure would do nothing but dig him an even deeper grave to lie in. 

But he doesn't get to say them because Rhett finally plays his ace. 

Draws his head all the way back. Until he can open his mouth and let Bob's heavy cockhead rest against his tongue. Long enough to give the impression that he's catching his breath. Then dropping back down. Taking him as far as he possibly can. Nose just barely able to reach the fabric of Bob's slacks before he's being yanked back by the hand twisted in his hair. 

Bob cannot make a sound.

Cock spasming in the open air. Twitching. Teetering dangerously close to the edge of something he can't come back from. Nearly jumps away when Rhett's swollen lips wrap around him once more.

"Fuck," that whimpered word sounds so strange when it's coming from Robby, "hold...don't wanna cum yet." 

On the floor, Rhett grins. Doesn't say a word. Just grins. Too proud of his little stunt to do much else.

"Up here," Bob's hand idly pats the fraction of empty space next to you, a subconscious thing that he never realizes he does, "off the floor." 

It's hard telling if Rhett's huff is from the actual effort of dragging himself off the floor or if he's returned to his usual post-orgasm melodramatics, but he does as he's told. "Maybe I wanted to watch from the floor."

"Maybe I don't want you hobbling around tomorrow morning because you upset your knee again," Bob's watchful gaze is already fixated on that left knee. The one that swells when Rhett's been on it for too long and sits a little differently compared to his right one. One of many, many free bull riding trophies. 

While Rhett's settling down beside you, Bob's careful hands take hold of your hips, guiding you to roll over and drag your jelly-filled limbs up until you're on your hands and knees. Such a strange feeling, being crammed up on this full-size bed, Rhett looking up at you while Bob fumbles around from behind.

A cock smacks against your oversensitive clit, audible, wet little noises that seem to bounce off the walls. Over and over until you're squirming away from the assault of it. You'd probably wriggle halfway up the bed if it weren't for Rhett reaching up and planting a big hand on your shoulder, steadying you. 

Even now, with his hair splayed out beneath his head like a halo and his eyes clouded with something you can't yet identify, he still manages to look up at you like you're his entire world. You'd get to think more about it if there weren't a familiar pressure blossoming between your legs. 

And maybe you'd get to speak if you weren't silenced by an obscene squelch as Robby's cock slips into your exhausted cunt. Rhett's sheepish smile suggests that it's not just your own wetness creating such a sound, either. It hasn't been more than five minutes since Rhett was in you, and Bob's not that much bigger, but your aching walls are already stretching again, unable to do more than take what you're given. 

"Breathe, sweetie," Bob's fingers trail down your spine, tickling until you gasp, "just a little more."

Little by little, it becomes harder to breathe. Lungs burning for a full breath as inch by dizzying inch pushes into you; until your head is too heavy to hold up and your legs tremble with the effort to take him. Rhett's hand rises to stroke your cheek, a futile distraction from how you can just barely take Bobby's cock.

Until finally, fucking finally, his hips are flush against yours, nothing left for you to take. Teetering on the border of too much and just enough. 

Bob's fingers dance across your skin, stroking circles into your trembling hips, "how are you feeling, sweetheart?" 

"Full," it's hard to speak, words cut short by desperate gasps for air, "thank god those chocolates didn't make you bigger than you already are." 

"Careful," Rhett's chuckling before he even gets to the rest of his sentence, "Some say he's got a button in his thigh that'll make his dick longer than it already is." 

A yelp cuts through the air. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Babbling, his frantic hands smacking away the palm that's wrapped around his oversensitive cock. Body writhing, squirming further up the bed until Bob is forced to quit squeezing him. 

If you weren't in this position, you're sure you'd be able to lock eyes on the red birthmark hidden on Bobby's left thigh. Strawberry in color and concealed in the sensitive space of his inner thigh, so perfectly round that it almost looks like a button.

There's a comment brewing on your tongue. Teasing, meant to add fuel to the fire that Rhett's lit. But a careful roll of hips into yours has your thoughts going blank; unable to focus on anything other than the gentle drag of Bob's cock, shallow motions that do nothing but emphasize how fucking full you are. 

But just as quickly as he began moving, Bob freezes. "Did that hurt?" 

"No," pushing yourself backward until your hips are flush with his once more, "just move."

You can't see it, but you know that his cheeks pinken at that, has the audacity to blush as he pulls that big cock of his halfway out of you and push back in just a little quicker. Bashful to the core, even when his heavy balls audibly smack against your cunt. His hips twist, angle shifting every so slightly and—

"Fuck." 

And it's about the worst thing you could have ever done because now that Bobby's found it, he's not letting it go. 

Each snap of his hips rubs against that little bundle of nerves, punches a noise out of your throat. So sensitive that you can't keep yourself quiet anymore, the party raging downstairs long forgotten as your arms crumble, vision blurring. Head landing on Rhett's soft belly, clutching weakly at his shirt, thighs trembling, sliding out from beneath you.

"Those boys downstairs are lookin' for ya, Peaches." Bob's voice has dropped so deep that you can hardly recognize it, almost mistake him for Rhett. Only figure it out when he pulls you up by your hips, and you catch a glimpse of Rhett's unmoving mouth, "ain't got a damn clue you've got two different men mountin' this cute little pussy of yours." 

Your only response is to bury your face in Rhett's stomach, something, anything, to muffle yourself. 

Rhett's calloused fingers brush against the side of your face, drawing you to look up at him, "are those good tears, doll?" And the best you can do is nod your head, unable to stop the sniffle he wrings out of you when he cradles your cheek. 

One of Bob's hands falls off your hip, dropping down to wrap around Rhett's cock again. Gentler, this time, loose as it strokes up his half-hard length. Elecits a pitchy gasp from him that has you fluttering like a damn butterfly around Bobby's positioning cock.

"Can't tell which of you liked that more," Bob muses, chest brushing against your back as he curls around you. Closer, faster, quicker. Plush cockhead dragging against that sweet spot of yours with every fucking motion. Gives you no time to recover before he's hitting it again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you can't think.

"Bobby," Rhett's trembling voice wavers through the air, "don't you—fuck, don't you fuckin' rile me up again." 

But it falls on deaf ears. Even your barely open eyes can see how that hand quickens. Perfectly matches the short, choppy thrusts that plow into you. You can't hear the noises tumbling off your drooling tongue. Too busy drowning in the melodic whimpers being ripped out of the cowboy beneath you. Familiar heat blossoms in your belly once more. Rekindled by his whined beggings. 

Rhett's voice is barely strong enough to babble your name once. Twice. And then, "Make him stop, please, fuck, fuck—"

Without warning, your body goes taut. Muscles tremoring. Head spinning. Orgasm washing over you for the second time this hour. Don't know if it's tears that make your vision blurry. Or if you've gone cross-eyed. A loud ringing blossoms in your ears. For a moment, your head floats off your shoulders and up into the clouds. Weightless.

It feels like it takes hours for you to return to your exhausted body. Like waking up after a nap became a full night of uninterrupted sleep. 

And you almost wonder if you did fall asleep because you've entirely moved. 

Cuddled up to Rhett's now naked side while someone runs a frigid wipe between your legs, a futile attempt to clean up the sticky mess your boyfriends have so lovingly created. Only a long shower can fully wash it away, but you can't complain when the cold feels like heaven against your burning skin.

Rhett's right bicep flexes before your very eyes, busy with something between his legs. Messy hair clings to his sweaty forehead, lips bitten and swollen, gasping for a breath he can't quite catch. But his dripping cock lays neglected against his belly, angry red in color, bordering purple. 

Deep blue eyes flicker over to you, almost surprised to find you staring back, "Hey, darlin'," his voice shakes with the efforts of whatever is going on between his thighs, "you okay?" 

Smiling, borderline dopey, "very."

There's not enough room for Bob to sit next to you, and there's just barely enough space for him to sit on the other side of Rhett by his feet, but he manages all the same. His attention flickers up to you for a lingering moment, but wet little noises have him looking back to what Rhett's doing. What even is he...

oh.

Oh.

"Didn't you just cum?" 

Rhett nods, "Uhuh." Leg rising, then flunking back against the mattress, can't find the position he wants. "'n I keep fuckin' gettin' hard again." 

Your body begs you not to move, but you're pushing yourself up anyway. Too hungry for a familiar sight that you can't be bothered to pay attention to anything else. Rhett's legs part for you lets you catch a glance of the three thick fingers frantically pumping into his hole. Desperate, needy for something more. 

"It's a shame we didn't think to pack the strap-on," Bob mumbles, running his fingers up Rhett's pale, milky-white thigh. "And to think we almost didn't pack lube, either."

"I tried to pack it," Rhett twists, trying and failing to kick him, "you said we wouldn't need it." 

Admittedly, you three were only meant to be gone for a weekend. Not a whole damn week. But visits to Wabang never go according to plan, and yet, none of you ever think to pack according to past travel histories. 

"Actually, you know what?" Your cowboy's pulling his fingers out of himself, already beginning to sit up before they're even fully out, "you're the asshole who caused this. You're helping me out."

"Well, if you lay back and let me lube up my fingers..." Bob's idea of helping out must not be the same idea as Rhett's.

Because in one smooth motion, Rhett grabs him by the forearms and practically shoves him onto the bed. Can't even be bothered to wait for Bob to lay back before he's crawling into his lap, pouring another packet of lube in his hand and diving down to seize his oversensitive cock. Stroking, leaving him so wet that he shimmers.  

"Rhett!" Bobby fusses. "My refractory isn't...I just—I just came!"

"I warned you not to rile me up again," and that's all Rhett has to say before he's lining himself up and sinking down on that big, half-hard cock of Bobby's. His fingers weren't near enough prep for it, but it's hard to prep for that.

Bobby's already whimpering,  shaking palms pressing against Rhett's belly as he tries to push him off. But Rhett's got the upper hand, even when his mouth falls open in a silent gasp as he gradually pushes himself down, further and further. Bob's back hits the bed so hard that it jostles you and Rhett, surrendering to this problem he's caused. 

"You can't..." he pants, head thrashing back and forth, "you...you can't..." 

Sleep may be calling your name, but you're too distracted to answer it. Laying back on your side, running your hand up Rhett's heaving chest, just for a feel of those flexing muscles. Bob catches it on its way back down, practically disappears when he clutches it in his big palm. 

Rhett's barely even halfway down when he has to brace himself against Bob's chest, head dropping, broad shoulders shivering with the effort of taking Bob's cock. 

"Bite off more than you can chew?" Bobby teases as if the right joke will save him from the inevitable. "Hm?" Before Rhett can try to respond, Bob's squirming, rocking his body from side to side as he tries to shake the cowboy right off of him. 

The muscles of Rhett's thighs flex, squeezing Bob much like he would one of those fifteen-hundred-pound bucking bulls; hasn't ridden in over a year, but damn, has he not lost that talent. Hardly even sways, despite the efforts below him. 

Just as quickly as he'd started, Bob gives up, instead pawing at Rhett's forearm, unable to decide what he wants and if he wants it at all. All the while, Rhett's panting grows louder, trembling as he sinks further and further and further. You don't realize you've been holding your breath until Rhett's hips come flush with Bob's. 

This room doesn't have enough oxygen for the three of you.

"Too much," Bob's voice strained, "it's too...I can't..." You're not sure if he's aware of how he grinds up into Rhett's ass in those teasing little circles. The same ones that make your mind go blank.

Rhett's knees dig into the soft mattress, and slowly, his hips rise by an inch or so, then drop back down. Testing the waters, gradually working himself up to a lazy rhythm, eyebrows knitting with the effort of figuring out what he likes. Doesn't seem to hear how Bob babbles beneath him, letting go of your hand, over-sensitive. Fussing for him to stop, but hasn't broken out that trusty safeword yet. 

"Liar," Rhett huffs, the bed beginning to squeak, "can feel you gettin' hard in me."

Like a live wire, his body jolts; finally found his prostate. Chases it but can't quite handle it when he hits it again, arms crumbling out from under him. Hardly able to catch himself before his head knocks into Bobby's. 

For the briefest moment, their mouths meet, sloppy, panting too hard to properly lock their lips together. As soon as it breaks, Rhett's leaning over to you, steals a kiss before you've even realized what he's doing. Likewise, it's not until your hand has wrapped around his weeping cock that he realizes what you were reaching for. Grinds his movements to a screeching halt.

"No," there's a firmness to Bob's voice that wasn't there before, his knees rising as he plants his heels into the bed, "you're not stopping now, cowboy."

Despite it all, it's Bob who takes hold of Rhett's hips and pulls him up by a couple of inches, holding him there as he snaps his hips up. Skin smacking against skin, jerky, unpredictably quick thrusts that have Rhett crumbling.

"There," he sputters, hair bouncing with Bob's movements, "there, there, there."

Tightening your hand on his cock, stroking properly now. So close, already, mouth hanging open, once deep voice now a shadow of what it once was as Bob fucks into him with an inch of his life.

 It takes a moment to find your voice, but when you do, "You gonna cum, cowboy?" That pretty head nods, unable to give more than a meek "uhuh."

"Cum for me, Rhett," Bob gasps, words punctuated by every slam of his hips into Rhett's ass, "cum around my cock."  

Rhett's head tilts back, shimmering eyes rolling into the back of his head. White paints your hand, hardly enough to make a mess, cock spasming, twitching in your grasp. Beneath him, Bob goes still, absolutely silent. The fluttering of his eyes is your only indication that he didn't pass out. 

The only lucid one in this room, you reach over with your clean hand, wiping the stray tear out from under Rhett's eye, letting him lean into it. You don't know when the sniffles started, but now that they've started, it'll be a while before they stop.

"I know we agreed to spend the night over here," Bob croaks; it's a question of whether his mouth even moves or not, "but I think tonight is one of those nights where we would be better off in a hotel."

Rhett nips at your fingers as they drift away from his cheek, "I bet now you're glad I was too damn lazy to carry our luggage in."

Every ounce of your body would rather play a night of Tetris and try to squeeze all three of your frames into this old, full-size bed. Uncaring of the rowdy guests downstairs and of what could happen if the wrong person kicked in Rhett's old, questionably sturdy bedroom door. 

Alas, Bob is the word of reason, and you find yourself leaning into Rhett's side as you waddle back downstairs. An ache between your legs and Rhett with a hell of a limp; Bob is the only one of you remotely sane, even has the forethought to shove the bed comforter in the wash before stumbling out to the car to join you and Rhett.

You vividly recall the sight of Bobby crawling into the driver's seat because that's when Rhett leaned over and kissed your cheek first, just to get a rise out of your WSO. But the next time you open your eyes, you're lying in an unfamiliar hotel bed, surrounded by two very, very familiar bodies, whilst unidentified vehicles drive on your naked belly. Wheels tickle your skin as they venture further, vaulting over your breasts; Rhett crashes at your waistband, and Bob sticks a landing on Rhett's ass.

"Ow!" 

"That's what you get for riding me without enough prep."

"It wouldn't have been an issue if you weren't hung like a goddamn..." Rhett falls silent, suddenly aware that you're awake. Like a switch has flipped, his features soften, "good morning, baby doll."

Next to you, Bob's wracked with an earth-shattering yawn, "You feeling okay, peaches?" His nose is so cold that it almost distracts from the kiss he presses to your shoulder. Almost. "I don't think you even so much as stirred when I carried you in last night."

Last night...good lord. 

"Was last night real?" You're sure it was, but...wow. It feels like recalling a fever dream.

"The pain in my ass says yes," Rhett murmurs, fumbling with his toy car, "'m never touchin' chocolate again."

Bob parks his car on Rhett's ass in favor of draping his arm over you, "I'd still like to have a few words with Perry."

You have half the mind to take over for the now-abandoned toy, but you can't bring yourself to move even a muscle. Not sure if you even have the strength, actually. "What's stopping you?"

"Don't wanna..." another yawn overtakes him, "move."

Now it's Rhett's turn to yawn, squirming closer to you until he's able to throw his leg over top of yours. In a few hours, you're sure he'll have something more to say, hell to raise with Perry, a destroyed childhood home to fix, but for now, he's perfectly content to simply snuggle up. Driving his toy car up and down your belly until your conversation with Bob unravels into sleepy-eyed silence as well.

You really should move the toys before you fall asleep. Someone is inevitably going to roll overtop of one and wake up to a painful hunk of metal digging into their side. But that's going to be a problem that will be dealt with down the road when it happens. 

And maybe, just maybe, you'll make a well-informed chocolate purchase later in the afternoon. 

#rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #rhett abbott smut #bob floyd smut #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd x you #robert floyd x y/n #robert floyd #bob fucks #bob floyd x reader #outer range amazon #rhett abbott outer range #outer range #bob top gun #top gun bob #top gun smut #oneshot #ao3 oneshot #ao3fic #smut #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbot #polyamory #rhett abbot x bob floyd #tw: food

[moonbythecabstan]

Lashton Playlist

I wanted to wait until 5SOS5 came out to share my Lashton Playlist because I figured there would be a song or maybe two to add...

(Naturally, it was a lot more of them than that lol.)

From The Debut:

"She Looks So Perfect", "Don't Stop", "18", "End Up Here", "Disconnected", "Daylight"

From SGFG:

"Story Of Another Us", "Catch Fire", "Waste The Night"

From Youngblood:

"Want You Back", "Valentine", "Moving Along", "If Walls Could Talk", "Better Man", "More", "Woke Up In Japan", "Empty Wallets", "Ghost Of You", "Meet You There", "Midnight"

From CALM:

"Old Me", "TEETH", "Best Years", "Not In The Same Way", "Lover Of Mine", "Thin White Lies", "Lonely Heart", "High"

From 5SOS5:

"Complete Mess", "Bad Omens", "You Don't Go To Parties", "Caramel", "Bleach", "Moodswings", "Flatline", "Bloodhound", "Tears!"

From Superbloom:

"Greyhound", "Matter Of Time (Interlude)", "I'm To Blame", "Drive", "Perfect Lie"

From WFTTWTAF:

"Starting Line", "Saigon", "Place In Me", "Slip Away"

Non-5SOS Songs:

"Where We Started" by Thomas Rhett ft Katy Perry; "Favorite Record" by Fall Out Boy; "Just To Get High", "Burn It To The Ground", "Gotta Be Somebody" by Nickelback; "Golden", "Sunflower Vol. 6" by Harry Styles; "my hair" by Ariana Grande; "Legendary Lovers", "Teenage Dream", "Firework" by Katy Perry; "Walk" by Foo Fighters; "Daylight" by Maroon 5; "Resolution" by Matt Corby; "One Thing Right" by Marshmallow ft Kane Brown; "Memory" by Kane Brown ft blackbear; "blu" by Jon Bellion; "Million Reasons - Live Session At Sound Stage Studios" by Dan + Shay; "SUPERMODEL" by Maneskin; "No Ordinary Love" by Sade; "Smoke & Mirrors" by Lifehouse; "Paper Rings", "willow" by Taylor Swift; "Will I See You Again?" by Thee Sacred Souls; "Diana" by One Direction; "Molly In Mexico" by Lauv; "I Wanna Be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys; "I'm Falling For You" by Chester See; "Coffee" by Tori Kelly; "Picture" by Kid Rock ft Sheryl Crow; "Wicked Love"

#Lashton #Lashton Playlist #Lashton songs #5SOS5 #OTP #Daylight is extremely underrated by the fandom because of that first verse #In some ways it's similar to Midnight from the Youngblood album #I could make an argument for Older too but I'll pass #Calum casually sitting there while these Lashton Anthems (IWCT & Caramel specifically) are being made lol #I've been thinking of adding Out Of My Limit too

[xrhettmatthews]

"I'm curious about something," Lukas casually mentioned, looking at the other blonde male. "How much of your mouth can down a candy cane? Well, not just any candy cane, but my own personal one." Lukas' lips curled up into a smile, extending the challenge to Rhett. Now to see if he accepted.

Turning his head toward Lukas, the blond gave the man his full attention and he couldn't help but smirk and at his question. It would be a damn lie to say that it wasn't something he'd hope to hear from Lukas. Perhaps without the Christmas puns 'tis the season, right? "I think showing you would be much more impressive than most talking about it, don't you?" He asked, more or less rhetorically as he reached his hand out for the man, "Shall we?"

@lukas-engstrom

#Answered

[chibitabathasloves]

Thank you for the tag @asublimehimbo ! The challange: spell my url, then make a playlist using each of its letters.

C. Cheap Thrills - Fake Shark

H. Heat Waves - Glass Animals

I. I Can't Make Up My Mind - Planet Booty

B. Bad Citizen - Hey Geronimo

I. Inkpot Gods - The Amazing Devil

T. Till I Die - A Love Like Pi

A. A Good Song Never Dies - Saint Motel

B. Blast Doors - Everything Everything

A. Are You Gonna Eat That? - Rhett & Link

T. Tokyo - Dan Croll

H. Hellbent (feat. Snowblood) - Mystery Skulls

A. All Night Forever - TWRP

S. Sky Show - Trevor Horn, 9nine

L. Leave Me Alone - IDKHow

O. One - Pluffaduff

V. Viking Death March - Billy Talent

E. Endless Summer - Absofacto

S. Summer - Circadian Clock, Baethoven

Yes, there isn't a single repeating artist. Don't Ask me how I pulled that off. Also rip to all the w and m songs I couldn't even look at.

I will tag... hm, you know what? Do this if you want. Everyone I thought of has an x in their url and I don't want to curse them.

Might turn this into a Spotify Playlist, not gonna lie lmao

#tagged for me #tag game #music

[asherlockstudy]

I think it’s all rhett. He was trying to finger girls he didn’t even like just because he liked girls. Jessie said she was underwhelmed by her wedding night when she didn’t orgasm because she’d never had an orgasm. At 20 years old, She never masturbated? Then she tweets that Christians just get married in order to have sex, like girl you of all people would be knowing that’s a lie. Meanwhile rhett has probably wanted to make a sex tape, and tells everybody outdoor sex is the best. Lmfao.

I think that's just McLaughlin hate at this point.

What I surmised from your mails is that Rhett manipulates Jessie sexually, Jessie is just a nobody with no personality, they are bad parents, they are wannabes etc I will say that I am not interested in so direct and one-sided attacks against them and their personal lives. I do analyze a lot of aspects of their life but hopefully I do it with understanding or neutrality for the most part, unless it's about their job where I think judgement can perhaps work as useful feedback.

The fact that Jessie had not done much until she was 20 doesn't mean she could not become more adventurous once she started her sex life or that Rhett must necessarily be forcing her into anything. In her society, masturbation was viewed as a sin and she could have been aversed to it for this or other reasons as a young girl. Judging her for this is just not okay. And she's like 23 years older now so a lot might have changed.

Christy is indeed a strong minded and independent woman but I don't think just because Jessie appears to be more similar to Rhett, this necessarily means she is manipulated by him. Maybe...she is just more similar. Maybe she fancies being rich and having connections and social media presence on her own, without having to be manipulated by Rhett for it, you know?

The Neals raised their children more strictly than the McLaughlins, that's a fact. I have checked Lily's social media and she's okay but it's not like I am losing my mind over her and would use her as a child raising goals role model. I don't mean anything bad about her whatsoever, to be clear, I just don't see why I would consider her so chaotically better raised than the other kids or Locke in specfic. I also don't understand why the therapist thinking Jessie needed therapy after she described an incident with Locke is an indication of how well Lily is raised. Are you sure Christy does not see a therapist or she doesn't need one?

As for the image conscious thing, well Rhett lowkey introduces himself like "Hello I am Rhett McLaughlin and I am unfortunately image conscious". So it's not like they aren't aware of it. Rhett is an impressionable person and he feels less threatened when people around him are impressionable too but are we also gonna blame him for being happy that his music project got some decent reception? And I say this while I liked only one song lol

IDK those mails felt...too aggressive and that's not my vibe tbh

#rhett and link #negativity #anon #mail