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I DID IT! it’s @kissingphoenix 💗🥰

the bisexual urge to create an entire side blog for natasha because i actually fucking love that woman so fucking much i want to kiss her pretty face off

#natasha phoenix trace

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“Not all men”

You’re totally right….Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd would never.

#REAL #HE IS PERFECTION #robert bob floyd

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Some 🍾 to celebrate your birthday! (Even though you’re the one treating us!) Could I request a mood board for Bob taking you to some sort of flower festival? 🌷🌼🌸🌺🪻🌹

- @bradshawsbaby 💕

hi sarah love 🌼 here are those spring vibes with bobby for you and a bonus bouquet 🌷🪻🌷

send a request for my birthday celebration!

#this is so BEAUTIFUL AND PRETTY AND THE DREAAAM 🥹 #i love that pic of lew #like he looks unreal #like #u n r e a l #the arms the chest the tits (the dog!!) good lord we don’t talk about it enough!!!! #robert bob floyd

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Sometimes I wish that the song Sex Drugs Etc, didn't make me think of that blue-eyed pretty boy with the glasses that is a pretty good backseater 🥲

#harrison knott and bob floyd are this song #robert bob floyd #harrison knott

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#i wanna love on him sooo bad #he’s soooo bf coded #lewis pullman

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Hi sebbie!! Just wanted to make sure you are doing okay!! These are for you: 🌸🍫🌺🌷🍧🍭

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bless you my beloved anon! that’s so kind of you, thank you so much for your well wishes and for these goodies! 🥹 these are my faves 🤭 i hope you’re doing well and i’m sending you love and these! mwah! 💐🌸🌺🌹🌷🌻🌼

#💌you’ve got mail #🪼 anon #💐 these are for you!!

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I miss when Country Girl (shake it for me) was just a song and I didn't have the mental image of a certain green eyed pilot with a Texas twang and smile that makes me grin like a dummy

#i giggled omg #i remember #simple times #jake hangman seresin

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My sexy cowboy Rhett

#i’m gonna fuck him if its the last thing i do #rhett abbott

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the bisexual urge to create an entire side blog for natasha because i actually fucking love that woman so fucking much i want to kiss her pretty face off

#i know she tastes so sweet too #natasha phoenix trace

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💐🌸🌷🌼🌹🌺🪻🌼🌻 these are for everyone and i love you all and i love each and every bit of everything you do 💗

#just to say again <3

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Lewis Pullman as Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd in TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

#this is actually my husband!!!! #that second gif always makes me giggle and kick my feet #robert bob floyd

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snoopy of the day

#woodstock is me when rhett comes home from work #<- IVE NEVER READ SOMETHING SO REAAAAAL MY LOVE AAAH 🥹🥹 #the little giddy and excited runs!!! #i love #i’m in love #with him #🥹 #lewmagoo <33 #rhett abbott

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no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

#me with preacher rhett and willoughby rhett on god #rhett abbott #willoughby!rhett abbott #preacher!rhett abbott #ptolemaea

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It's days like today that you're reminded why you love this flyover state.

More specifically, the absurd little town hidden within it. Crudely squeezed between the Teton Mountains and the Wind River Reservation. Doesn't have enough foot traffic to count as a tourist trap, but appears in so many niche, western crevices of Pinterest that it still manages to wrangle in the occasional, starry-eyed traveler, looking for a real-life cowboy.

But the sun is still high, and they're still out in the fields. Like how this one is supposed to be.

The coarse bark of the tree digs into your back, bent knees parted just enough to allow for Rhett to fit between them. His cheek rests against your collar, so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck and his eyelashes brushing against the underside of your jaw.

Distant thunder rumbles, riding on the coattails of the breeze, strong enough to carry Rhett's hair with it but not enough to blow his hat away. Not yet, at least. If you give it some time and wait long enough for those darkened clouds to creep overhead, you're certain that story will be vastly different.

The arm looped around your waist pulls a little tighter, and for a moment, you nearly forgot that it was there, tucked between your shirt and the rodeo jacket he gifted you last fall.

"Looks like the storm is almost here," you murmur, nails scraping against his scalp.

"Mhm."

"Royal's gonna come looking." Because right now, Rhett's supposed to be repairing a break in the south pasture fence. Technically, he's finished with the job, but that doesn't mean he's at the end of Royal's never-ending list of chores.

"Mhm."

"The rapture is beginning."

"Mhm."

A stray drop of rain kisses your skin, ice cold, swiftly followed by another. Leaves and branches overhead rustle, swaying with the wind, chilly enough to have your cowboy wriggling closer.

"Few more minutes," that deep voice grumbles, so deep that it ought to make the thunder jealous, "then we'll go to town, get feed 'n...get dinner somewhere."

You don't mind the idea of that. "What are you in the mood for?"

"Mmm..." pausing. His lips press to your neck. "You."

A part of you wonders if those Pinterest boards ever mention this part of dating a cowboy.

#this is the life i need with rhett please 🥺 #rhett abbott #fic recs

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Not sure if you’ve answered this before…but who’s the most desperate for it when Bob gets back from deployment?

I feel like it’s Rhett and he’s an absolute menace until he gots Bob inside him. He teases and pushes bobs buttons until it happens, riding that fine line of getting denied for being so awful but Bob can’t resist. But after one orgasm each then Rhett gets punished while Bob takes care of reader but lets be honest, he was craving a punishment too.

I...done got carried away 😬 oops

A part of me is inclined to say that Bobby himself is the most desperate of the three; he's just not as vocal about it. For the past several months, Rhett and Reader have, at the very least, had each other to play with, but Bob? He's been crammed on a ship, in a tiny room full of people, and into an even tinier bunk bed.

The most intimate touch he's had came from his own rushed hand while in the shower, and the only thing he's seen of Reader and Rhett have been the occasional photos and videos that they've sent. Some erotic, some mundane, it's a true mix.

And maybe he'd get found out a little faster if Rhett wasn't so damn distracting. Leaning up from the back seat and letting his breath fan out against Bob's pale neck, pressing his palm to the small of Bob's back when they step through a door. He even slips into those cute, pastel pink shorts when they get home, long legs and thick thighs on perfect display, lounging in bed while Bob fusses with unpacking.

The Reader knew he was going to do this, not because Rhett Abbott is a predictable man (though he usually is), but because they jokingly orchestrated this several weeks before. And that's why they keep distracting Bob just enough to keep him from snapping on the spot, stringing him out until their dinner plans are over. It works so well that they reckon he might last through a movie or two.

But then Rhett mistakenly drops something and bends down at just the right angle to brush against Bobby's crotch, and Bob's patience shatters.

It wasn't even Rhett's intention to set him off. Not like that, at least, but it's hard to argue with being bent over the arm of the couch. Maybe Bobby finds a cute, heart-shaped plug when he yanks down those goddamned pastel shorts. Maybe there are lingering marks from when he and the Reader had a little fun before they headed to the airport.

Rhett's at his prettiest when he's being railed from behind. A hand tangled in his hair, forcing his head up, his arms trembling on either side of the Reader, hot breath on their chest, nothing but choked noises and mindless babbles. It's been so long since the Reader last watched his tongue loll out of his mouth, panting like a damn dog.

But the Reader has gone and incriminated themselves, and though there's a brief shower intermission, they find themselves bent over the kitchen sink. Head in Rhett's lap, feeling the way his hands roam across their naked back while Bobby pushes into them. A sharper pair of eyes might notice Bob's own poorly hidden desperation, but those aren't in the room right now. Too distracted by the Reader's whine and the soft smack of skin on skin.

It's not until morning that Rhett and Reader realize how damn bad Bob's got it. Hell, they're still snuggled together, blinking away the sleepiness in their eyes when a faint squelch catches their ears. Bobby, in his own little world, carefully fucking himself on his own fingers.

Those cheeks twinge with pink when he opens his eyes to find an audience, but shame is something he hasn't known in years. Rhett's sore, and the Reader isn't in the mood to fight with that strap-on, but it's hard to resist digging out Bob's favorite toy. Snuggling up on either side of him, taking turns slowly fucking him with it. But that's not enough either.

And it's a good thing that everyone took time off because it takes a damn week to wring him dry. Even then, Rhett reckons Bob might jump his bones every time he slips into those tiny little shorts.

#yes yes yes yes yes YES #OH MY GOD #im sweating so hard rn!!! #rhett abbott #robert bob floyd #fic recs

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I love u guys

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The One With The Fertility Field (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett decide to have some fun in the back field but you have no idea that it's been the Abbott family fuck spot for generations

Warnings: Smut, implied smut, several generations of fucking, trying for a kid, pet discipline etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @sebsxphia

You moaned loudly as Rhett thrust himself in and out of you, attacking your neck, his animalistic grunting and groaning obscene as it married together with your own noises.

"C'mon baby," he growled. "C'mon I know you've got it in ya, c'mon and cum for daddy!"

His big hands pawed along your thighs and with one more thrust, you both released onto and into each other, panting and out of breath as you came to rest, one on top of the other.

"Holy fuck," Rhett panted. "You're amazing baby."

You giggled a little as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, letting you rest against him.

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Cecelia quietly sang along to "Mule Skinner Blues" as it played from the little bluetooth speaker on the counter near the coffee machine. Dinner prep may not have been hers or anyone's favorite part of the day, but at least she had some time to herself and could enjoy most of the peace and quiet before everyone came in for the night.

The peace and quiet was suddenly broken by the opening of a door and the sudden barking of a small dog in the living room. "Hey!" Cecelia shouted. "Shut the fuck up Alberto! You're ok."

Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog leapt from the couch to go and beg for scritches from Royal who hung his hat on the hook and kicked off his boots near the rack.

"Somethin smells pretty good sugar bear," he remarked, Alberto's barking having reached fever pitch.

"Here," Cecelia said, handing him the cardboard paper towel roll. "Use this if you need to."

Luckily, Royal only had to snap his fingers and the little dog sat right down, his little batlike ears pricking straight up and his tail thumping on the floor. "Quit bein a little turd Alberto, nobody wants to hear it," Royal told him.

Alberto yawned and followed him into the kitchen, hopping up onto one of the seats as Royal wrapped his arms around Cecelia and kissed her cheek. "Any idea where (y/n) and Rhett are at?" he asked.

"Nope," Cecelia answered. "Last I heard they were goin for a ride into town and haven't seen head or tail of'em since."

With those last words, the door creaked open and shut once again, Alberto's barking starting again. "Alberto! For shit's sake, knock it off!" Rhett ordered. "I will stick ya'll downstairs so fuckin fast......!"

Alberto finally quit his yapping when you came over to give him scritches behind the ears. You went upstirs to wash up for dinner, hobbling and limping just a little bit, the same going for Rhett.

"You two ok?" Cecelia asked, trying to hide the smile that threatened to crawl across her face.

"M'fine, Ma," Rhett answered. "Why?"

"Well for one thing you and (y/n) were walkin a little funny."

"Walked into a fencepost in the back field Ma," Rhett told her.

"Sure ya did," Royal chuckled as he stirred the pot of meatballs simmering in the marinara sauce. "There ain't no fence near there and hasn't been since the day your Ma and I moved here."

"Wait, which field?" Cecelia asked Rhett.

"Um......the back one near the river towards the north pasture," Rhett answered hesitantly.

Cecelia's eyes went wide and Royal started laughing. "Oh my God," he laughed. "No way, ain't no fuckin way ya'll walked into a fencepost."

"Dad what the hell's so funny?" Rhett asked him.

"Rhett that field was the same field your Ma and I did the nasty in when we were tryin to have you?"

"OH MY GOD!!! DAD WHY??? WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL ME THIS???!!!!!" Rhett blurted out.

"I'm tellin ya because that's where at least four generations of Abbotts were conceived," Royal told him. "Including you and Perry."

"Perry wasn't conceived there," Cecelia reminded him.

"He wasn't?" Royal asked.

"Nah, Perry was conceived in the back seat of your '76 Firebird," Cecelia told him. "I remember because that was the night we went to the drive-in to see 'Conan The Barbarian.'"

"Oh fucking damnit," Rhett said, making a gagging noise.

"What's going on down here?" you asked. "Did I miss something."

"Nope, nope, change of subject," Rhett answered.

"Oh we were just tellin Rhett that ya'll might've stumbled on mine and Royal's favorite fuck spot," Cecelia answered.

You shrieked a little, laughing at the traumatized and exasperated look on your husband's face. The four of you had a good laugh about it over dinner, not daring to say a word in front of Amy lest she repeat it outside of the house.

Yet Royal and Cecelia hadn't been wrong when they had said that a little adventure in the so called "fertility field" would work, for a few days later, you and Rhett were all too happy to find out that Amy would be the proudest big sister in Wabang.

#i need him to fuck me #but i couldn’t deal with the embarrassment 🥹🤭 #rhett abbott #fic recs