#rhett abbott playlist

[bradshawsbaby]

I ended up making a little playlist for Rhett as a form of inspiration for the stories I’ve been writing!

It’s mainly just for my brain, but I thought I’d share in case anyone else was interested! 💛

Also, I’m always down for adding to my playlists, so feel free to let me know if you have any suggestions or recommendations!

[ccristata]

Mr. Abbott (A Rhett Abbott - Outer Range Playlist)

Spotify 2 hr, 8 mins

Simple Man Jason Manns, Jensen Ackles

"Be a simple kind of man/Oh, be something you love and understand/Baby, be a simple kind of man/Oh, won't you do this for me son, if you can?"

Last of My Kind Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

"Mama says, 'God won't give you too much to bear.'/Might be true in Arkansas, but I'm a long, long way from there./And that whole world is an old and faded picture in my mind. /Am I the last of my kind?"

Miserable Man David Kushner

"All we wanted/Was a place to feel like home./That's why we parted/From our ways to heal our souls./I'm a small town miserable man/That does what he can."

Dirt Road Don't - 717 Tapes Warren Eiders

"If you wanna see where I belong;/Where they'll bury this boy's bones,/Where this rebel soul calls home,/You gotta go where the dirt road don't."

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie Colter Wall

"Foolish, foolish was I./Damn my foolish eyes./'Cause that man's lessons/Had a price, oh, sweet price./My sweet soul, everlasting/A very own eternal light."

God's Gonna Cut You Down Johnny Cash

"Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand/Workin' in the dark against your fellow man./But as sure as God made black and white/What's down in the dark will be brought to the light"

Something Greater Anna Bates

"'Cause they talk a big game when nothing's wrong,/'There's nothing more to life but hearing God.'/Guess I could believe that there's something else/But I never really liked asking for help."

Holy Smokes Anna Bates

"I saw all of the apostles in a cloud of righteous smoke. /I said, 'Hey,/Is this what you meant by saved?/To get so high it's spiritual/You just kinda float away.'/I said, 'Hey,/Will I see you when I die?'/He said, 'If you keep on puffing/Then it all turns out alright.'"

Me and the Devil Soap&Skin

"See, don't see why/People dog me around./It must be that old evil spirit/So deep down in your ground."

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Mr. Forgettable David Kushner

"Hello, hello, do you know me?/They call me Mr. Forgettable."

Come Over Noah Kahan

"I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool./Oh, you don't have to tell the other kids at school..My dad will strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block./Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want."

Homesick Noah Kahan

"I would leave if only I could find a reason./I'm mean because I grew up in New England./I got dreams but I can't make myself believe them./Spend the rest of my life with what could have been,/And I will die in the house that I grew up in."

Tears Over Beers Modern Baseball

"That girl who's next to me, she don't know her worth in this town./Because her face starts to shine when that meat head behind me/Is grinning as he's checking her out. I said, 'All I can hope for is for you to get better/Because all I can take is no more./I'll hide where I can, away from you and your friends./Leaking tears over beers once again.'"

Come Back Down Tanner Usrey

"And it's, street signs and people, prescription pills and too much booze./All the things I use, tryna forget about you./And I still see your face, in every single crowd/'Cause you're never there to catch me/When I come back down."

Kiss Me When I'm Down Gary Allan

"Just an hour or two/Is better than none of you./I miss you. Come on over/Drink my wine./Waste my candles,/Waste my time./Tell me lies I won't believe/Just don't wake me when you leave./Come on over/Kick me to the ground/Kiss me when I'm down."

I Know The End Phoebe Bridgers

"So I gotta go/I know, I know, I know./When the sirens sound, you'll hide under the floor./But I'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado/I'm gonna chase it/I know, I know, I know/I gotta go now."

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Even If It Breaks Your Heart Eli Young Band

“Some dreams stay with you forever/Drag you around and bring you back to where you were,/Some dreams keep on getting better/You gotta keep believing if you wanna know for sure.”

I Walk the Line Johnny Cash

“You’ve got a way to keep me on your side./You give me cause for love that I can’t hide/For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide./Because you’re mine,/I walk the line.”

Get Off On The Pain Gary Allan

“‘Cause I love the long shot/And the left out lost causes/And hanging out in the back of the pack with the dark horses./I ride the wrong road just as fast as I can./God knows there's no one else to blame./Sometimes I think I get off on the pain.”

Rodeo Garth Brooks

“It’s bulls and blood,/It's the dust and mud,/It's the roar of a Sunday crowd,/It's the white in his knuckles,/The gold in his buckle/He'll win the next go 'round./It's boots and chaps,/It's cowboy hats,/It's spurs and latigo,/It's the ropes and the reins,/And the joy and the pain./And they call the thing rodeo./It's the broncs and the blood ,/It's the steers and the mud/And they call the thing rodeo.”

Copperhead Road Steve Earle

“And then the Sheriff came around in the middle of the night/Heard mama crying, knew something wasn't right./He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load/You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road.”

Nose on the Grindstone Tyler Childers, OurVinyl

“Well Daddy, I've been tryin', I just can't catch a break./There's too much in this world that I can't seem to shake./But I remember your words, Lord, they bring me the chills./‘Keep your nose on the grindstone and out of the pills.’”

Nothing On Me Chris Knight

“And they're sayin' that it's gonna get darker before the dawn/But you can bet your ass I'll keep the lights on,/Keep my babies fed and throw my dog a bone/‘Cause I'ma bring it on get her done don't run S.O.B./Times are tough/But they ain't got nothin' on me.”

Dear Rodeo Cody Johnson, Reba McEntire

“’Tween the almost-had-'ems and broken bones,/The dream of a buckle I'll never put on, I’m jaded./Woah, how I hate it./But somehow the highs outweigh the lows/And I'd do it all again, even though we both know/I’d still have to let you go.”

I Can Still Make Cheyenne George Strait

“She never knew what his calls might bring/With a cowboy like him, it could be anything/And she always expected the worst/In the back of her mind.”

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Carry Me The Secret Sisters

“I’m ashamed of the things that I've done./Feeling love is like facing a gun./The closer you get, the farther that I'm gonna run./If I keep on hiding, how will I be known?/I keep telling myself I'm better alone.”

Treehouse Alex G, Emily Yacina

“‘Do Not Enter’ is written on the door way./Why can't everyone just go away?/Except you,/You can stay.”

Ran In The Family Brian Fuller

“I won't take one down,/Pass it around./Cause I know where that leads./I hope years from now/I’ll be proud that ended with me.”

Parachute Chris Stapleton

“You only need a roof when it's raining/You only need a fire when it's cold/You only need a drink when the whiskey/Is the only thing that you have left to hold./Sun comes up and goes back down/And falling feels like flying 'til you hit the ground./Say the word and I'll be there for you/Baby, I will be your parachute.”

Learning How To Bend Gary Allan

“I’m still learning how to pray,/Trying hard not to stray,/Try to see things your way./I’m still learning how to pray./I’m still learning how to trust,/It's so hard to open up./And I'd do anything for us./I’m still learning how to trust.”

Right Where I Need To Be Gary Allan

“There's a plane flyin' outta here tonight,/With an empty first-class seat./‘Cause I've finally got all my priorities in line,/And I'm right where I need to be.”

Crazy Girl Eli Young Band

“Baby, why you wanna cry?/You really oughta know that I/Just have to walk away sometimes./We're gonna do what lovers do,/We're gonna have a fight or two/But I ain't ever changin' my mind.”

Jackson Johnny Cash, June Carter Cash

“Yeah, go to Jackson/You big-talkin' man./And I'll be waitin' in Jackson/Behind my Jaypan Fan.”

Gold Teeth Girl Oliver Hazard

“Dress me up, in all kinds of leather/Let me love you, til the cows come home./Southern girls/Dress for the weather./I’m eatin' brussels sprouts in the kitchen with you.”

Should've Been A Cowboy Toby Keith

“I should've been a cowboy/I should've learned to rope and ride./Wearin' my six-shooter, ridin' my pony on a cattle drive./Stealin' the young girls' hearts/Just like Gene and Roy/Singin' those campfire songs./Woah, I should've been a cowboy.”

Troubadour George Strait

“Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,/Still trying to make a name./Knowing nothings gonna change what I am./I was a young troubadour,/When I rode in on a song./And I'll be an old troubadour,/When I'm gone.”

[turnnblurb]

i think finding lewis pullman’s spotify is the highlight of my day

[oncasette]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔…

✷ my character themed spotify playlists

ELIXIR OF BLOODLUST. astarion ancunin $100.00

AVIATION GIN. bradley bradshaw $21.86

BAHAMA MAMA. sarah cameron $50.00

CAMPARI. jennifer check $17.00

DEVILCRAFT. patch cipriano $4.55

VANILLA MILKSHAKE. charlie dalton $1.25

WHISKEY. jack daniels $16.99

AMERICANO. kevin dolenz $0.79

GRAPICO. steve harrington $0.79

DRINK ME POTION. alice liddell $0.00

VERITASERUM. narcissa malfoy $65.34

MELLOW YELLOW. eddie munson $0.25

O’HARREN’S SCOTCH. matt murdock $14.15

HANKY PANKY. andrew neiman $5.34

TRU: BLOOD. eric northman $9.80

ROOT BEER FLOAT. peter parker $4.50

JOSE CUERVO. javier peña $19.86

SHASTA COLA. peter quill $4.99

DIAZEPAM. harley quinn $7.37

MALT WHISKEY. harvey specter $1,324.00

JAGER. phil wenneck $19.99

LIQUID DEATH. everlark $12.74

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

☆★☆★→ Masterlist Key ←☆★☆★

🔥 - smut/sexual content 🩸 - violence/blood 🥀 - angst will add to as i see the need

☆ too small flannels ☆ the man in the valley ☆ don't come on too strong ☆ the girl on the hill ☆ just stay little ☆ stolen sweatshirts

★ lumen soulmate au ╰┈➤ part.1 || part.2 || part.3 ★ supernatural au [🔥] ★ not hungry anymore (a werewolf au) ╰┈➤ seven new ways that you can eat your young [🩸] ★ deep dark valley (a time-travel au) ╰┈➤ the fields are full of holes ★ parenthood killed the rodeo star (a famous au) ╰┈➤ on a night like this [🔥] ╰┈➤ lonely comin' down ★ thank-yous and rewards [🔥]

☆ the rise of sira (a sci-fi au) ╰┈➤ signals in the dark [🥀🩸] ╰┈➤ your electric touch [🔥] ☆ buckles not won ☆ tangled up in you ☆ frontier days - night one (a there was only one bed au) ☆ my whole life loving you (a childhood friends to lovers au) [🔥]

★ gifsets ★ graphics ★ alternate universes

[lewmagoo]

the wolf ; a rhett abbott miniseries

official series playlist

listen here

read the first part of the series here

[laracrofted]

playlists | a cowboy in autumn

an autumn playlist for our favorite cowboy, rhett abbott 🍁 made for chilly mornings on horseback and cozy nights in the mountains.

[delopsia]

I would like to see this regret playlist you organized today

Regret or Rhett? 😭

Please note that it is all country music t.t I never really planned to share it publicly, so I didn't really...cater toward what y'all might wanna hear, but here it is!

[crinkled-emotions]

Yeah, I wrote a sickfic for Rhett... what about it?

[sebsxphia]

gentle, rough and loving.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett abbott’s aftercare is the final piece to the puzzle you need.

￫ word count: 2.5K.

￫ music: listen to the incredible and beautiful playlist made by @laracrofted for this fic here! 💽

￫ c/w: endings of smut, endings of BDSM/rough sex, mentions of BDSM, rope, derogatory language used towards reader, one mention of no previous aftercare in previous relationships, sub space, soothing injuries, kissing, swearing, rhett giving you proper aftercare, rhett being an absolute sweetheart and fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i’m dedicating this piece to the wonderfully talented @lewmagoo. their writing is absolutely phenomenal, and what always gets me most, is the beautiful aftercare that they write. therefore, this piece was born! please kindly check out their writing, i cannot recommend it enough! <3 i hope you enjoy! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Gentle, rough and loving are the three words you would use to describe what it felt like to make love to Rhett Abbott. He had your face pushed down with one hand, onto the hard and cold floorboards of your living room floor. His other hand was gripping at your hip so hard, you knew his fingertips would leave bruises. Yet, the hand that was pressed on your face had his fingers curling round to the rise of your cheek, so the wooden floorboards wouldn’t hurt too much. The hand on your hip worked to steady your wrecked frame, so you would never fall forward and hurt your neck.

He had secured your wrists tightly together with some rope. The rope itself wasn’t some tattered and fraying rope that he had found in his barn, no. Rhett had insisted that he purchased proper bondage rope. Your safety was of the upmost importance to him, regardless that he was treating you like a common whore in this very moment. He used his extensive, and ever growing knowledge of cowboy knots, to tie your wrists together and let them rest on the arch of your back. It was the perfect centre of gravity so that you wouldn’t topple over when his thrusts became particularly rough.

At the beginning of your relationship, before any rougher type of sex had occurred, you explained to Rhett your prior experience of aftercare with previous partners was, minimal, to say the least. It was during the quiet confines of your shared bed during one moonlit night. You remember the look on his face, shadowed gently by the moonlight filtering in through your lacy curtains. His face contorted into hard lines above his eyebrows, yet his eyes still wore a soft and loving gaze for you. He was both angry beyond belief that no one would take care of you like that, and deeply consoling to your fears and hurt.

“I promise you, I’ll never let that happen to you, m’love. You’re safe with me. I hope y’ can come to trust me, in time.”

He understood that he had to earn that trust from you in time, and he made a promise to himself that gentle night that he would.

A year later and Rhett had kept his promise.

After the scene was over and he came down from his own ecstasy inducing high, the word loving, was about to replace the word rough. He could still hear your faint whimpers that escaped your mouth in time with your body twitching from your heightened sensitivity. With heightened caution, he slowly slipped his fingers out from under your cheek to allow for your face to gently meet the floorboards. His other hand still had a hold on your hips to steady you, but his moved his fingertips an inch upwards so he wouldn’t press down on the particularly sore points. His hand from your face traveled over the base of your skull, along your spine in your neck and dipped in between your shoulder blades. This was when you first registered his voice.

“Darlin’, can y’ feel that? Feel my hand on your neck?” You let out a small grunt in response. You had intended it to be a hum in agreement, but with lack of water it distorted your voice. He understood your tone none the less and made a mental note to get you water as soon as he was able. He continued to trace your spine with his hand until he reached your tied wrists. He was allowing you to feel his gentle touch, to remind you that his far rougher touch was finished now. His fingertips reached your bound wrists and you heard him speak again.

“I’m goin’ un-tie your wrists now, darlin’. I won’t let y’ go, I promise.” He worked his set of fingers nimbly to un-tie the knots. He only ever used knots that were quick and easy to un-tie, especially with one hand. As you felt the rope be pulled out from underneath your wrists like a table cloth off a table, your wrists went limp and they slid down your hips. Rhett was quick to grasp onto them to allow your centre of gravity to stay. You huffed out a groan that he could only register as, exhaustion.

He made another mental note. “Your poor back and wrists, they must be so sore. Cream, after water.”

“Shh, m’love. I know, I know. I’m goin’ turn you over now, okay?” The hand on your hip guided you down to the floor and then slid round to your belly, to turn you around to face him. The gentle hold on your wrists let go momentarily before he gathered them back in his hand to rest on your stomach. He had you turned over and now sat in his lap, as he sat on the floor. He had one hand resting in between your shoulder blades, allowing him to hold you up right and see your face. Your cheeks were flushed a rosy red, with tear stains tracking down your flesh. Your eyes were drooping and completely glazed over, and you wore a cock drunk, lopsided smile.

He was proud that he could fuck you so good that you would end up as a wreck like this, but that was done now. It was now his responsibility to be gentle and loving with you, and take care of you.

“Can you tell me your name?” Rhett avoided using any pet names that would be used during a scene like that, as to not push you into subspace any further.

“Bambi?” You croaked out with your eyebrows furrowing slightly. His lips quirked up in the corner of his mouth, but he kept it hidden from you.

“That’s not your name right now. Can y’ tell me your name?”

Your brow furrowed deeper and you inhaled a shaky breath. Your glazed over eyes scanned his face and he felt a wave of relief when he saw your eyes crinkle in the corners ever so slightly. It was a tell tale sign that you were coming back around and you remembered Rhett as your lover and someone who was safe, to you. You called out your own name and he placed a softening kiss to your forehead with praise.

“Atta’ girl.” He beamed in delight. “That’s your name ‘nd I’m here to take care of y’ now, okay, darlin’?” You nodded in response and removed your hands from his to grab onto the collar of his plaid shirt. You buried your face into his neck, letting your cheeks scratch over his stubble and your nose inhale his familiar scent, grounding you further.

“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett…” You mumbled incoherently into his flesh.

He smiled to himself and moved his hand to cradle your head. “That’s right, sweetheart. It’s me, you’re safe now. I’m gon’ take y’ upstairs ‘nd get y’ cleaned up, okay?”

You nodded against his shoulder and let him scoop you up under your thighs, allowing himself to get off his knees and cradled you next to his torso. He carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, letting you down softly onto the mattress below. He shed his own plaid shirt and instructed you to sit up briefly. He guided your arms into the sleeves and wrapped it around your bare chest, noticing you were shivering slightly. You held tightly onto his biceps as he pulled away from you. There was a look in your eyes, a pleading desperation for Rhett not to leave you. He recognized it instantly and reassured you within a second.

“I jus’ need to get y’ some water and ointment first, m’love. I’m gon’ be ten seconds.” He pressed another praising kiss to your forehead. Your glazed over eyes looked almost tearful and it caused his stomach to drop through the floor. It teared at his heartstrings, knowing that you entrusted him so deeply like this.

You watched as he left your bedroom, with the glass from your nightstand in his hand. You kept your eyes intently focused on the doorway and awaited for his return from the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and the pipes shaking throughout the rest of your home. When he returned, you held out your hand, as to beckon him for his reassuring presence. He squatted down by the bedside and handed you the glass. He reached up to brush the hair out of your eyes, looking up at you with a prideful smile when you gulped down the soothing liquid within seconds.

“I’ll get y’ another glass in a bit. Can I have your wrists first, please?”

Rhett was well aware of the fuzzy headspace that you could be in. Regardless of the stage, he understood that you may be unable to communicate back to him. Therefore, asking for your permission, or telling you what he was doing was always first on his mind.

You held out your wrists and let him take them delicately into his own hands. His calloused fingertips had always been rough, since the day you met him, but somehow, when they were drawing over your skin it seemed as though it was a featherlight and tender touch. You adored how your rough and tough cowboy, could be so gentle and loving.

He moved the ointment over your wrists and asked you to sit up next so he could soothe your aching back. He could feel your eyes fixated on him the whole time. You were tracing and following his every move. But he knew it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, it was because you were finally receiving the proper aftercare that you deserved and you wanted to burn it into your memory forever. He could feel how your body was keening into his loving touch, with every simple swipe and stroke of the cooling ointment. When his fingertips ran over your wrist, he could sense your pulse coming back to a resting rate, which pleased him greatly.

When the pain points that he was aware of were covered, he moved onto your needs that you perhaps hadn’t yet communicated to him.

“Darlin’, can y’ tell, or point, to any other parts that hurt, please?” You out stretched your finger to point at your knees and he let out a quiet chuckle to himself. “Of course. I’m not surprised, y’ took me s’ well, sweetheart.”

He moved up and onto the bed, and caught your gaze in the process. Your eyes had lit up and sparkled brightly at his sweet praise. Your mouth was parted with an anticipated smile.

“I— I did?”

Your fingers twiddled with one another in your lap. He recognized how your body language shifted and the look you wore on your face. You were asking for praise and reassurance, something that you had never had prior.

“Oh, m’love,” he scooted up to where you sat against the headboard. He knelt next to you and took your face in his hands again. “You did incredible for me. I’m s’ proud of you. You’re such a good bunny for me.” He leaned down to gingerly press a kiss to your cheek but your lips met his instead. You hovered mere millimeters away from his lips and you swore you could’ve felt a zap! of electricity connect you both. You felt his warm breath fan over your lips and you gazed up at him through your lashes.

He swallowed thickly and his voice got caught in his throat. “Can I kiss you, darlin’?”

“Please, Rhett.” You breathlessly pleaded. He leaned in to meet your lips and your body almost went limp against his. The first loving kiss that came after a particularly rough fucking, was always the final piece to the puzzle. Like clockwork, you came back around and you were now fully understanding of your surroundings and who you were with. You were with your Rhett, who was gentle, rough and loving.

He pulled away, with you both letting out a small gasp at the sudden contact of air. He held your gaze for a couple of moments longer. He loved the way how you keened into his touch, how you were moving your face to press your cheeks harder against his large hands.

“Let me finish taking care of your knees, ‘nd then I’ll cuddle up close to you, okay?” You nodded in his hold and let him slip away, back down to your legs.

Moments later your body was smoothed out with the ointment, you had another glass of water down you and you had been moved back into Rhett’s arms. He’d pulled out your old laptop from underneath your bed to watch something easy, alongside some emergencies snacks for occasions such as these.

He had taken his plaid shirt off you at your request. You wanted to feel the ever comforting feeling of skin on skin contact. He was sat back against the headboard with you in between his legs. His broad and toned thighs were locking around you and keeping you protected. His hands ran up and down your arms in soothing strokes, and sketched out mindless shapes on your flesh. He occasionally dipped into the snack you had in your hand to feed you one or feed himself, which always earned a giggle from you.

“Do y’ want a bath after this, darlin’? I’ll give y’ a proper massage too, the lavender oil and everythin’.”

Your head rolled back into the crook of his neck and onto his shoulder. You let out a satisfied hum and looked upwards towards Rhett. Your hands moved to cradle the back of his skull and toy with the lick of hairs at the base of his neck. He craned his face down to catch your satisfied, yet still drooping gaze.

“Please, lover.” You paused for a second and sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth. “You’re s’ gentle, rough and loving to me.”

If your hand was on his chest right now, you’d be able to feel his heart beating in double time. So fast, it could burst right through his chest. Your trust was solidified in Rhett and it made his heart feel as though there was a bed of wildflowers blooming inside of him.

“Anythin’ for you, m’love. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I’ll always take care of you too, cowboy.”

Your own statement was as true as his. After a particularly rough ride and having his knees scraped and his shoulder pushed out of his socket, you would be there. Your hands would roughly grip at his chest and shoulder to pop the bone back in its place, but your hands would turn gentle as you pressed the cotton pad to his bloodied knees. You would lovingly run your hands through his hair as he lay with his cheek pressed on your bare chest, when the exhaustion would wrack his body entirely.

You loved and cared so deeply for each other, that you both knew no one would, or could, ever match that.

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[bradshawsbaby]

This song is so Rhett coded 🌼♥️

[rhettabbotts]

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐁𝐘’𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✨

this year im turning the big 24 and i wanted to do something fun to celebrate!

from now until august 9th (which is my birthday) i’ll be accepting and working on asks and requests sent for this celebration!

💛 i will be taking requests for the following:

rhett abbott, bob floyd, harrison knott

jake seresin, tyler owens

ryan (yellowstone)

terry bruno (law and order: svu)

💛 or from any of my au’s such as:

dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter

pornstar!rhett abbott

president!bob floyd

✨ 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍. - send in a prompt from these (smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, sacred romance) lists with the character of your choice and i will write a small drabble for them.

✨ 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍. - send in a character and a concept and i will make a mood board for them.

✨ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁. - send in a 🍾 and your name and i will make a playlist and mood board for you.

✨ 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎. - ask me about my headcanons for the any character.

can’t wait to celebrate with yall!

tagging some mutuals: @hangmanapologist @ryebecca @lewmagoo @withahappyrefrain @sebsxphia @laracrofted @attapullman @sunblchdfly @bobfloydsbabe @sugarcoated-lame @auroralightsthesky @bradshawsbaby

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idk lew knowing ethel is just really sexy to me

[jungle-angel]

for the Cottagecore/ Rusticcore prompts, can you do 50 with Rhett?

OOooooooh Honey yes!!! Yes I absolutely will!!!! I've been wanting to do something like this since tomorrow, Lewy James is turning the big 3-0 (lol).

You and Rhett finally, after working all day, had a chance to sneak out the porch door and not worry about a damn thing.

It had been a hell of a day. Three mares had birthed their foals within the span of four hours, T-Bone, the old black angus bull, had nearly escaped into the other pasture and a runty little piglet needed to be brought in the house where you and Rhett had been taking care of him.

"Holy shit," Rhett sighed, looking up at the blue black expanse full of stars and the huge full moon glowing over the Abbott ranch. "No wonder everything's been crazy."

You laughed, coiling your arms around your husband's waist before he leaned down and kissed you on the lips. "How's the pig?" he asked.

"Well," you said. "I guess the little guy's gonna need a friend sooner than later."

"Darlin don't ask me to find a meerkat," Rhett laughed. "I'd ask Patrick but he'd probably smack me upside the head."

You laughed knowing it was true. You and Rhett got along perfectly well with your new neighbors, Patrick and Serefina Makeba, who owned the land bordering yours to the west. Patrick had time and again, come to help repair the fences that some of the neighborhood shitheads loved to tamper with and before any of you knew it, Royal and Rhett had themselves another ranch partner, one with an equally sick-twisted sense of humor and a distaste for the Burches and the elder Tillersons.

Rhett switched on the little speaker on the porch table, selecting the song from his endless Spotify playlist until he had the perfect one.

"My lady, may I have this dance?" he chuckled.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't ask."

As soon as "Dancing in the Moonlight" by King's Harvest had begun to play, Rhett had you dancing with him, barely a space between you as he spun you around and caught you in his arms, dipping you low to the ground and back up again, only to be met with a bruising kiss to the lips.

"Rhett James Abbott, you are a dirty gentleman," you chuckled.

"I try honey, I try."

You had never had so much fun as you had done then, the two of you dancing under the light of the full spring moon. There were two smiles that night, yours and Rhett's.......and a third.....but you didn't know it yet.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

just added this to the rhett/tess playlist and i am so very filled with Thoughts