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If Wishes Were Horses 💞💕
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call-sign-shark · 1 year
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 ✨ Love and Thunder  ✨
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Summary:  You and your childhood friend Bob Floyd are caught in the rain. Isn’t it the perfect moment for Bob to confess his feelings? (Bob x Neighbor!Reader)
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Tags:  None except Tooth-rotting fluff, like really it's just so fucking cheesy but it feels good
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“We should probably go home. I see  threatening clouds coming to us.” Bob said, shooting a quick look at the darkening sky over his glasses. Lost in your discussions, you both had not realize you were so far away from home, which would not have been a problem if a nascent storm had not come out of nowhere.
“Yup! Let’s walk to the bus stop. The last one is in 10 minutes.”  You said, checking buses schedule on your smartphone.
“Perfect.” 
You both shared a timid smile and proceeded to walk to the nearest bus stop. As far as you could remember, he had always been in your life. Your parents being his aunt’s neighbors, you grew up with the charming Bob Floyd as a very dear childhood friend. That some point, you parents were so used to him that he did not need to knock at the door anymore. Inseparable, that was what they called you. Unfortunately, life got in the way: he went to a prestigious university and then enlisted in the Navy with the dream of becoming a WSO in mind. Contrary to him, you never really left your childhood town.
The story should have ended here. He could have disappeared from your life and become a ghost of the past whose only news comes from your parents asking his aunt the casual ‘How’s Bob doing?” question, but it has not been the case. Bob Floyd took care of seeing you each time he came back to his Aunt’s house. No matter how tired he was, or how little time he stayed, he would always manage to spend time with you, either going to walk, watching a movie, or grabbing a drink. 
“Bob?”
“Hm?” He glanced at you as you both walked, his blue eyes shone with indescribable softness.
“Thank you for always spending time with me when you come back. It means — It means a lot.” Your smile widened, showcasing your teeth. The WSO’s heart flickered like the fragile flame of a candle at such a bewitching sight. How exquisite you were, he thought. With buzzing mind, Bob shook his head and gathered all his courage: it was a good moment to confess his feelings.
“You’re welcome, Y/N.” These were the only words he managed to utter. Bob’s lower lips slightly quivered, as if he wanted to tell you something else. You made a small nod to encourage him but, in the end, he closed his mouth and turned his face to look away.
Idiot – I am a plain idiot. He thought, holding the urge to facepalm.
Bob had never been good at flirting.  Not that he never had a girlfriend, quite the contrary he had already been through more or less serious relationships. Yet, he was not the type of man who would approach a woman with confidence. His whole being had not been coded to be a womanizer, and somehow he liked it that way. Being the quiet, nice, and mysterious nerd of the Navy had never bothered him - except when it came to you. He would have loved shedding his introverted nature for a bolder one just the time to tell you all the feelings he had for you. Just to tell you how you that you were always haunting his mind when he was out of town, and that it had been the case for years.
“Oh my God, Bob!” You blurt out of nowhere, causing the tall WSO to jump, “I misread the schedule! The bus will be there in one minute!” 
“What?” He asked, completely confused by the sudden information. One minute left for the last bus of the day — if you missed it, you would have to walk home under the feeling rain. “Okay, run!”  Without further thinking, he grabbed your hand and start running to the bus stop.  The sound of your sole was hammering the concrete so loudly that the few bystanders scattered here and there stepped aside at your passage. You tried not to fall during your race by tightening Bob hand. At this point you did not know if you were actually running or if Bob dragged you, just like a kite.
As you were both racing like rabbits chased by a fox, heavy and cold rain started to pour on you. A violent and tumbling rain. The unpleasant feeling of the millions of tiny water ropes falling against your skin and soaking the fabric of your clothes sent shivers through your body. Shivers through your bones.
“No, no, no!” You let out at the sight of the bus’ rear: the passengers were already getting inside. A terrifying roar suddenly echoed in the dark side, covered by gigantic black clouds. It was not a storm, it was a deluge.
“Almost there, Y/N!” Bob ran faster, gathering all the energy available in his legs when he saw the doors closing – or at least that was what he guessed by the sound because of the droplets that had formed on his glasses.  As soon as you had reached it, the bus left before your aghast eyes.
“Fuck! ” You swore, your Y/EC eyes still watching the road with the unrealistic expectation of the bus coming back to get you. An unpleasant thrill shook your whole body at the freezing sensation of water. Gosh, how much you hated rain! Releasing Bob’s hands, you crossed your arms in a vain attempt to keep yourself warm. “Damn storm” words came out of your mouth carried by an annoyed tone. The hell was wrong with the weather? “Sorry Bob, it’s definitely my fault.” You raised your gaze towards the tall WSO as you apologized, feeling sincerely sorry. You had spent such a lovely afternoon and evening with him and now you felt like you had ruined the whole day.
Bob was still facing the road, his eyes lost in the horizon. Despite the fact he had stopped running, his heart was still pounding in his chest with such violence that he was pretty sure it wanted to burst from his ribcage. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins and blurring his senses. 
“Bob?”  You called him again.
This time your voice reached him and snatched him from his messy thoughts. He turned around to face you before pulling his glasses from his nose to look at you directly with his dazzling blue eyes. His expression softened, his eyes squinted, and suddenly he is laughing. A warm and heartedly laugh came from the bottom of his heart. His cheerful laughter echoed in the storm, overpowering the sound of heavy rain showering you. A sigh of relief escaped from your sweet lips – He was not mad at you.
“Hey, that’s not funny. My clothes stick to my skin and I feel like I’m freezing to the bones!” You exclaimed, but you could not help chuckling at the whole situation: Bob and you, all alone in the pouring rain.
“You’re beautiful.”  He finally admitted, his smile doing nothing else than widening at the sight of you standing before him with your wet hair sleeked back and soaked clothes hugging the delicious curves of your body. Speechless, you looked at him with wide opened eyes. A wave of warmth rushed to your cheeks, for you had just realized that Bob Floyd called you beautiful.
Maybe it was the fresh smell of the rain, or the adrenaline still working, but the tall WSO felt exhilarated. The rain might be pouring, but the sun was burning in Bob’s heart. He came closer, so close that the tip of your nipples, sticking out under the wet fabric of your t-shirt, brushed his surprisingly athletic chest. You swallowed,  struck by confusion and unable to look away from his hypnotizing blue eyes. 
“I love you, Y/N.”  His body was slightly shaking but it was definitely not due to the cold: Bob was not cold, quite the contrary his whole being felt burning. Drops of water had started to form on the skin of his face and yours, as dozen of crystal beads embedded on the finest silk. 
“Bob–” You wanted to speak but you could not, for words choked in your throat as his face came nearer, so near that your noses gently touched. The rain had not stopped pouring down on you, as if the skies wanted to drown your nascent love, but the tall WSO could not care less. He had spent the last few years burying his feelings for you, convinced you would never look at him as more than a dear friend – but crush he had soon turned into a titanic love no one could cage anymore. Not even him.
“I have loved you from as far I can remember,” He said, you flickered, “Each time I fly in a fighter jet and fear for my life, I think about you. I imagine you’re somewhere in the sky, watching over me, and I feel like nothing can happen to me.” He smiled as freezing drops fell on his neck and ran down his back, seeping into his soaker t-shirt, “ I have loved you through every one of your successes and through each of your breakups.”
Your juicy lips stretched, for a shy yet lovely chuckle escapes from your mouth.
“I have loved you, even on bad days, even when you felt unlovable.” 
Two hearts raced, beating in unison with the rain hammering the concrete. Bob’s hands reached your face only to delicately cup your sweet wet face, whose smile was enlightening its traits and was making him only fall harder for you.
“And I’m tired of pretending those feelings will eventually go away, because they won’t.”
“Why? Why do you confess now?” You asked, a bit confused.  The gloomy sky above your head roared again, making the whole Earth shake.
“Because it would be so difficult for you. I am often overwhelmed with work. You’ll have to either leave the town or wait for months until I come back from missions.” 
“No, it’s not what I said, idiot! Why do you confess now? Under the heavy rain?!” You said, right before bursting into nervous but oh-so-intoxicated laughter. You rested your forehead against him, and Bob laughed with you. It was true: he did not really know why he needed to confess in such an inappropriate situation, but like the rain and its frosty drops, he was drenched in love. He felt it, smelt it. Touched it. It ran through his body, leaving thrills wherever it went.
“I don’t know!” He finally retorted, speaking louder for his voice to overpower the thunder’s rumble and roars. 
“Well, I love you too Bob Floyd. It’s okay if you took forever to tell me, as long as, from now, forever means you.” You laid a gentle kiss on one of his hands that was still holding your face. The pleasant temperature of his palms kept your cheeks warm. Or maybe was it because you were blushing?
A powerful lightning bolt streaked the black sky and at the same time, Bob felt a surge through his body. His knees got weak, his heart got mad.
“You –”
“Yes, I have loved you through all these years too, but each time I wanted to confess you already had a girlfriend.” Your smile softened.
“It’s over. I’m yours now, and I’ll prove it to you.” His voice was candy-coated with tenderness, and you melt in his arms as he pulled you into a very tight embrace. His strong arms wrapped around your shivering silhouette, he was hugging you as if he wanted to sink into your soul. When you raised your head, you saw him looking at you with glimmering eyes. Droplets of crystal were running down his cheeks but you could not tell if it was tears of rain. Or maybe a rain of tears.
“Can I– Can I kiss you?” As he asked, his lips brushed yours with the furious desire of tasting you. He was about to kiss you when you backed your head off and raised an eyebrow teasingly.
“You have waited for years, Floyd. Pretty sure you could wait until we get home. I’m freezing.”
“Will you kiss me then?” His body slowly parted from yours.
“I will.” 
“So what are we waiting for?” 
Without further ado, Bob grabbed you by the hand and intertwined his calloused fingers with yours. A cunning smirk enlighted his face and, at such a vision, you knew what he had in mind... You both started running under the driving rain. Its million drops hammering the ground, just like your soles did during your frantic rush.
And between the rumbling thunder and rain’s pitter-patter, rose your laughter to the sky.
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bradshawsbitch · 1 year
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ok there's so much rhett on my dash and i can't stop thinking about how in the show, we're shown that he's supposed to be some type of bad-ass man-whore, but they always show it from other peoples perspective of rhett. like royal finding him asleep in his truck, or cecilia saying she would've checked his room but she's afraid what she'll find - but rhett himself never actually shows us that that's who he is. we only see him simping for maria? and he shows us that he's loyal, he shows us that he'll go to such great lengths for his family, he shows us that he cares for amy, and he shows us that he just desperately wants some type of acknowledgement for his dedication.
in my head people have gotten this idea about rhett, and he won't argue it, but he's just truly a soft boy who yearns for that type of unconditional love that he so freely gives out in his own way. like i'm gonna scream and cry from the rooftops that that man only wants peace, quiet, and someone to cherish and who cherishes him for all of his wonderful traits, and for his not so wonderful traits. god. i'm so fucking soft for rhett abbott i will die on this hill!!
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imalwaysfine · 1 year
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Drabble; grocery shopping with Rhett for thanksgiving/helping him cook for the family gathering 🥹🦃
Happy Thanksgiving!!
Hi love! Thank you for the ask. I hope you have a marvelous Thanksgiving!
Rhett told you not to worry. But how could you not. His family was coming here to have thanksgiving. In a way it was like meeting them for the first time again. What if they don’t like the pie you made or worse, the silverware.
He could see the worry in your eyes when you scrambled to find the tin foil. As you turn back from the cabinet, you find him standing in front of you, with a somewhat seductive stare on you.
“ Yes?” You say impatiently trying to get passed him to continue baking. He grabs your arm and you pause and look up at him.
“Love bug, look at me. I love you and the whole town for god’s sake loves you stop being so tough on yourself.” He says softly.
He was right. He’s always right. You look down at the ground and walk around him. He looks at you with a confused expression. You turn back around to him with a measuring cup in your hand. He smiles and walks over to you, taking it out of your hand.
“I love you Y/N, always.” He whispers into your ear before lifting your chin and placing a peck on your lips.
Thankfully, Rhett made himself useful and helped you cook. That was the day you found out that cooking with Rhett was one of your favorite things to do.
Hi again! I hope that was okay! This was literally my first ask… lol. Please do send more!
Lots of love, L
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roadtogracelandx45 · 10 months
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bonitanightmxres · 1 year
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hearing rhett abbott attempt to speak spanish to maria in that little scene in outer range made my latina heart go pitter-patter 😩😩
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sebsxphia · 2 years
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Rhett and his rodeo!gf (I’m obsessed with this duo idea) absolutely give each other massages after a rough tumble or a hard day of work. yes this leads to sex every time. Save a horse ride a Cowboy
Also Rhett turns into a compete sap anytime with her, especially if she pouts her lip, looks at him with wide eyes and puts a hand on his chest. “Pleaseeeee darlin’” drawls out of her lips and he’s a goner.
SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK
omg i adore this idea so much!! they would both always care for each other and look out for one another. always patching up grazes and rubbing ointment on bruises. and how can he so no to such a pretty face, even when he’s pretty beaten up himself.
@yespolkadotkitty wrote a beautiful piece similar to that here dear anon!! 💌💖
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lt-natrace · 1 year
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I had a very sick Rhett thought based off of a tik tok I saw earlier, keep reading if you want to be hurt but also healed
As a kid, Rhett's family never did a lot for Christmas and every single year he asked for the same gift but never got it, whether it was too expensive or whatever the reason it. I'm imagining a super nice pair of boots or one of those RC cars.
The two of you are sitting on the couch on Christmas Eve with a fire going and the glow of the tree lighting up the room. You have plans to spend all of Christmas at his Mom's and are too excited for him to open one of the gifts you got him so you force him to open it.
As he unwraps the paper his face drops as he realizes what it is and you worry you crossed a line but when he looks up and you can see the tears in his eyes, you know it was the right move. He immediately rips the rest of the paper off and damn near jumps you to hug you.
"I told you about this ONE time, how did you remember?"
He runs to the kitchen to get scissors to open the box and batteries for the remote and sits on the ground assembling it. His face grows even brighter when he realizes it's an exact match of the truck he has now. He forces you to put your jacket and shoes on so he can do it full speed outside. You watch from the front porch with a small smile as he stays outside until late into the night seeing how fast it can go through the snow. You can see his inner child being healed with every turn he does.
this can also be applied for bob bye i'm logging off now
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kloofspeaks · 2 years
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We aren't going to talk about how I haven't watched Outer Range, I legit keep pushing it off.
I NEED TOO ALSO BECAUSE THE MAN I LOVE IS IN THAT
I'm looking at you Lewis Pullman.
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I Watch Outer Range for the plot
The Plot:
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My favorite Outer Range easter egg: in episode three, as Autumn hitchhikes into town, The Phantom Tollbooth is playing at the movie theater.
The movie is based on the book by the same name, and is about Milo, a bored boy who is surprised by a large, gift-wrapped package that has appeared in his room. The package turns out to be a tollbooth which is a gateway into a magical parallel universe. On his many adventures there he is accompanied by Tock, a "watchdog" who actually has a large pocket-watch in his body.
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imalwaysfine · 1 year
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Omg omg here’s a wip. I’m so excited!
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧
Rhett x female character (Marie)
Summary: I hadn’t realized how life changing that summer was. I guess I knew it would be different. They always say the summer after high school is the craziest! But if you told the freshly 18 year old me that she would be in love by the end of the summer with a man she can’t have, she would laugh in your face.
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bussyslayer333 · 1 year
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Right down the line
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summary: you take rhett to the beach, he thinks you should stay there forever.
pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: some suggestiveness, swearing, rhett is a loverboy™️
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Rhett is sat on an old beach towel watching you from a distance whilst you dip your toes into the water. He feels so fucking happy it hurts. It’s so intangible to you that he never seems to let himself feel this way; carefree.
When Rhett told you that he’d never been to the beach, you were shocked first and then you were quietly upset. Although, you’d never let him see. If there was one thing Rhett Abbott refused to take from someone, it was pity.
So, you secretly organised a road trip to this tiny beach town in California that your parents always used to take you to as a child.
The roadtrip down with Rhett was utter bliss. Watching his handsome face in all shades of the sunshine as he drove, strong hands one on the wheel and the other a comforting presence on the soft flesh of your thigh.
You had directed Rhett towards the small cove beach that you had remembered correctly from when you were younger, quickly grabbing your beach bag and his hand, pulling him down the makeshift rock steps.
It was virtually deserted save for the few locals on early evening dog walks or runs. You set the beach towels down and shimmy out of your shorts and tank top, leaving you stood in front of Rhett in your flimsy tie bikini.
“You’ve been hiding this,” he teases, reaching to grab at the flesh of your ass, pulling you into his lap.
You swat at his large hands that go to play with the strings at the side of the bikini bottoms and tut.
“I’m not getting fined for public indecency because you can’t keep it in your pants,” You roll your eyes playfully.
Rhett takes your face in his strong hand, squeezing your lips together and leaning in to give you a peck. Which turns into another peck and then he’s trying to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You pull back in mock anger, “you’re insatiable.”
Rhett chases after your lips once more, stealing a kiss, “you’re delicious,” he mumbles against you.
You smile, and reach for the bottom of his shirt, beginning to pull it up. Rhett laughs and takes his cap off, allowing for you to pull his shirt off. Immediately, your hands go for his toned and tanned chest, your finger tracing over the tattoo there before you place a chaste kiss on his pec.
“Will you come in the water with me?” you plead.
Rhett looks hesitant, eyes moving past your shoulder to watch the waves lapping at the sand.
“You knock yourself out darlin’, I’ll join you later.”
“Promise?” You pout, sticking out your pinky finger.
Rhett chuckles but links his pinky with yours either way, patting you on the behind as you get up. He watches the way your hips sway tantalisingly as you walk towards the water, taking a moment to thank whatever God sent you to him.
The water is a tepid sort of cool, providing you some solstice from the Californian heat that had been beating down on you all day. You let it wash over your feet first, it’s a clear colour, foaming white where the waves gently crash against one another. After a few moments of wading around you turn to look back at your boyfriend. He’s been watching you with a lazy smile on his face, leant back on his forearms with his cap proving some shade on his face.
He watches as you beckon him over with an inviting arm. Rhett considers for a moment, and decides fuck it, he was done with letting the best things slip him by. But you, you were right in front of him, with a promise of not going anywhere and you were the best thing that could ever happen to him.
Rhett makes the small journey over to you, shivering slightly at the difference in temperature from the hot sand to the cool waves. He wades over to where you’re stood, water just around your hips.
Without warning, Rhett scoops you up into his strong embrace.
You squeal, “Oh my God! You brute,”
Rhett is laughing so heartily you find yourself breaking out into giggles as well, kissing all around his face, just to make sure the smile never drops from his heartbreakingly handsome face.
Rhett wades further into the water with you in his arms, allowing you to move around so that your legs are straddling his waist. Water is now softly rippling against your chests. It’s so peaceful you could cry.
“You’re so beautiful,” he hums so casually, like it’s a fact of the universe.
To Rhett it is.
Your face flushes under the inspection of Rhett’s eyes, wandering over your skin with such adoration and attention to detail it rivals even the most respected art critics.
You join your lips to Rhett’s slowly, savouring in the taste of him. The kiss is intense, tongues and lips clashing and melting together, wet saliva noises that you would usually find disgusting coming from your mouths.
You whimper slightly as Rhett shifts you around in his strong grip, your crotch lightly rubbing over his semi. You pull back from the kiss, forehead resting against his. Your breaths mingle for a second, lips still so close to each other.
“I love you so much,” you whisper.
Rhett smiles, “I love you more.”
You roll your eyes and flick some water at him. He gasps in faux anger and moves to flick more water at you. You shriek and wriggle in his grasp, swimming towards the shallow water. Once the water is lapping at your knees, Rhett grabs you once again, strong arms tight around your waist, spinning you around.
Your giggles are loud and unrelenting. When he finally plops you down you catch your breath, leading him back to the sand.
You stand with your back to Rhett’s chest, head on his pecs. His chin is resting on your head and his arms are still tightly wrapped around you as you both take in the colours of the setting sun.
“We should stay here forever,” Rhett mumbles into your hair, mostly joking.
“We should,” you affirm, taking his hand in your own and pulling it up to place a kiss on the back of it.
He hums, content.
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a/n: goddamn i need this man so bad
rhett come home the kids miss you 😞😞😞
i hope u all enjoy my first lil rhett piece hehehe
pls comment, reblog, or send me an ask and tell me what u think !!
thank u for reading :)
- honey <333
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jungle-angel · 2 months
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The One Where They Go To Florida: Part 4 (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)
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Summary: The stupidity of a bunch of frat boys in their natural habitats are legendary
Warnings: Dumb spring break shenanigans, fucking a mailbox etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @bradleybeachbabe
You made your way through the crowd with Cairo right beside you, the two of you laughing your asses off as you tried to find Rhett and the others. It wasn't even 9pm and already the monster rager party in the house was beginning to reach fever pitch. At last you found Rhett with Kayce, Foster, Stephen Rodriguez and Joey Castro all up on the risers in the living room, belting out the lyrics to Eminem's "Just Lose It". When Rhett and Foster saw you both, they leapt from the risers and followed you to the basement stairs, a huge billow of smoke spilling from the open door that smelled like the underside of a lawn mower.
"Baby wassup?" Rhett asked.
"I think we're gonna need to call animal control," you laughed.
"Why what happened?" Foster asked.
"Kelso is literally outside fucking a mailbox," Cairo explained.
Rhett and Foster's eyes went wide, the shit eating grins crawling across their faces as they followed you out into the hot Florida night.
"Oh my God!" Rhett exclaimed under his breath.
"What. The. Fuck?" Foster laughed.
Sure enough there was Danny Kelso, one of the newest pledges, standing naked in the grass in the bright moonlight, butt naked save for his black socks and sneakers, furiously thrusting in and out of the mailbox, his grunting akin to that of a wild animal.
"Un.....believable," Foster laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Alright somebody either gave him acid or he's crossfading," Rhett remarked.
"Think we should snap him out of it before he cums?" you chuckled.
"Oh hell no honeys," Cairo answered, pulling up the video camera on his phone. "I wanna get this on video."
You, Rhett, Foster and Cairo tried so hard to hold your laughter in until you couldn't any longer. Your snickering startled Danny, unable to tell if he was screaming out of sheer fright or the effort of cumming in the mailbox.
"Nice work Kelso!!! Ya'll rocked that thing's world!!!" Rhett shouted.
"What the fuck????!!!!! YOU GUYS WERE WATCHING???!!!!!"
A collective "oh shit" escaped your mouths as a naked Kelso ran after the four of you, unable to catch any of you no matter how hard he tried.
"Was this worth it?" Rhett asked you.
"So worth it!" you laughed as you bolted back to the deck stairs with the others.
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sebsxphia · 2 years
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Rhett Abbott and Luke Tillerson threesome… the competition between those two on who can make you cum harder/more 😩
BRRRRRRR 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
the competition alone makes me feral!!! but unfortunately i don’t write for the tillerson’s, they just don’t do it for me!!
i’m so sorry dear anon, but thank you so much for this incredible thot none the less!! 💌💖
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