Summary: Rhett realizes he wants more for himself and confronts his greatest fear.
Word Count: 3,251 words
Warnings: Angst, intimacy
Note: This is the second part of my three-part fic featuring a casual relationship with Rhett. I have immersed myself in this fictional world and rediscovered my love for writing for in the process, so I hope you enjoy reading it. Thank you for your support!
Rhett’s right arm had lost all sensation after leaning his head on it for nearly three hours, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about the numbness right now because his mind was occupied with other thoughts. Thoughts revolving around you.
Your earlier revelation echoed in Rhett’s mind.
I can’t be casual with you, Rhett. I developed feelings for you. They’re not going away.
His mind wandered to your first encounter, a night that would have been ordinary if it hadn’t been for you. Most of his nights before you had been forgettable and he preferred them that way because he didn’t have to face the truth in the morning. He could pretend that everything was okay, something to which he’d grown accustomed. As a result, liquor became a reliable companion because it ensured his memory would be compromised.
He reminisced about sitting at the bar and nursing his glass of whiskey when a flash of movement in his periphery caught his attention. You shyly approached the bartender and asked for club soda, an unusual order for a seedy bar, but Rhett appreciated that you were different. Once the bartender handed your beverage to you, you sat on the stool gingerly and took several sips.
“You’re a new face here,” Rhett said in what he hoped was an amicable tone.
You glanced at him in surprise, startled by his voice. “I’m not one to hang out in bars. Not that there’s anything wrong with that,” you added swiftly as you held up your hands.
He chuckled as he peered down at the potent liquid in his glass. “No, I guess not.”
“Rhett, right?” you asked.
“Yeah. I don’t know how to feel about you knowin’ my name.”
“You’re pretty popular in Wabang. Sort of a celebrity,” you tease.
Rhett grimaces. “I hope not. Less attention is better.”
“Attention can be good when it’s from the right people.” You offered him a soft smile and he smiled in return.
Once Rhett learned your name, you two settled into easy conversation. He’s never been known for saying much and has often viewed interacting with others as a chore, something he had to force himself to work at because it always felt unnatural. In that moment, however, talking to you felt like the easiest thing he’d ever done. Eventually, the topic of dating entered your conversation and you briefly mentioned having a couple serious relationships in the past, which resulted in Rhett sharing his avoidance of such relationships. He was forthcoming as he told you he prefers casual flings, nights that end in pleasure, specifically pleasure without expectations. Part of him wanted to disclose this because he felt it was only fair after you were honest about your dating history, but another part of him was gauging your reaction about a casual arrangement. He couldn’t deny he was intrigued by you, intrigued enough that he wanted to see you again.
After taking a long sip of his whiskey, he placed his glass back on the bar top and met your eyes. “Is that something you’d ever be interested in?” His smooth tone concealed the nerves raging inside of him as he awaited your answer.
Your eyes briefly widened, indicating you were not anticipating his question. You were quiet as you mulled over his words, suddenly fascinated with the rim of the glass in front of you. After a few beats of silence, Rhett was rewarded with your reply. A slightly raspy “Yes” left your lips, eliciting a whisper of a smile from Rhett.
Minutes later, Rhett paid for his drink as well as yours and took you back to his place. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but you surprised him that night with the ways you made him feel like he was having an out-of-body experience. He couldn’t recall feeling so feverish to touch someone else, so eager to extend foreplay because he knew he wouldn’t last long during the sex itself. And when it was over, he was grateful you agreed to a casual arrangement because he was craving you again already, in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
Once you left the following morning, he made a decision: he would no longer drink on the nights you spent together. Although he had only one drink prior to having sex with you and was confident the alcohol didn’t interfere in any way with the experience, he decided he didn’t want to take that chance in the future. He didn’t want the possibility of alcohol to affect his memory because when it came to you, he knew he wanted to remember everything. Little did he know that those memories would eventually cease pleasing him and plague him instead.
As much as Rhett wanted to see you again as soon as possible, he refused to exhibit such eagerness because he didn’t want to risk being seen as needy. He had an aversion to being perceived as anything remotely close to needy. If he had given in to his impulses and cast aside his care about the impression he might give, he would’ve contacted you every day the following week and relished the ample time with you. But that’s not what Rhett did; he couldn’t.
Instead, he endured the self-inflicted torture, muddling through his daily chores on the ranch until Saturday arrived: that’s when he reached out to you. Before he tapped the send button, he told himself to be patient as he may not receive a response for a while. When his phone made a sound ten minutes later indicating he had a notification, he practically lunged for it and a broad grin stretched across his face when he discovered it was a text from you.
There was a part of Rhett that wondered if the novelty of being with you was what made your first time together so good. He contemplated if the exhilaration he derived from sex with you would gradually dwindle, so when you spent the night together a second time, he had lowered his expectations. It turned out there was no need because what you two shared was remarkable and time proved that the connection only became more magnetic. You explored each other’s bodies sensually, taking your time to learn the most intimate parts of one another. Touches that were initially frantic and somewhat rushed slowed down and became more reverent.
As Rhett reflected on specific moments from your rendezvous, he realized that classifying your relationship as casual felt inadequate. That label was more of a comfort to him than a truth because the more he lingered on the memories, the more he realized heady lust had transformed into something else…something foreign.
Feelings were emerging and because feelings were not something Rhett embraced with ease, he did what he could to stifle them. He convinced himself they were only a result of your passionate encounters, which had been missing from his life for years. He tried to convince himself that any man in his position would likely experience similar feelings. He told himself his feelings meant he enjoyed your presence and, as a result of frequently choosing solitude over company, he simply wasn’t accustomed to feeling such happiness with another individual. Nevertheless, his feelings continued to develop and searching for excuses to explain them away became futile.
Words from your recent confession replayed in Rhett’s mind.
Pretending that seeing and being with you doesn’t impact me is torturous because the effect you have on me is undeniable.
Rhett winced as though these words pierced his skin.
As much as I try to be that girl for you, the kind who’s devoid of feelings, I fail. And when it comes to denying my feelings for you, I’ll fail every single time.
Rhett dragged his hand down his face, processing your admission. He was in awe of your courage, the bravery it took to be this vulnerable and honest with him. He was ashamed when he considered his own lack of courage as he wrestled with being honest with only himself.
He sat up and pressed the palms of his hands as hard as he could into his closed eyes, his frustration and restlessness mounting. He knew he should have been honest with you hours ago in his bedroom, but his fear was holding him back. Prior to your confession, he sometimes had the urge to blurt out how he felt about you. He thought that doing this impulsively might be better than planning what he was going to say as that would likely amplify his nerves, but his fear halted this urge every time because his biggest fear has always been rejection. The thought of stripping himself of his protective armor, his stoicism that had become his defense mechanism, and bearing his true self to someone else, to you, only to be met with rejection, made him physically ill. It made him feel small and defenseless. He couldn’t handle the excruciating disappointment, so he determined it was safer to withhold these feelings.
But now? Now he felt differently. That safety he tethered himself to no longer felt secure; it just felt like an excuse, one that was holding him back from a better life.
It made Rhett nauseous to know you felt you had to conceal your feelings in order for him to accept and want you. That was the furthest thing from the truth, but that didn’t matter. That’s the impression he gave you: that having feelings made you the wrong woman for him. The nagging feeling in his stomach worsened as he thought about the pain he caused you, all because you thought you had to hide who you are to be right for him when you’ve been right for him all along.
How could he be such a fool?
A surge of adrenaline coursed through Rhett on the heels of his epiphany. He leapt from his bed and changed in a hurry, careful not to wake his family members in the process. Anticipation, eagerness, and panic took hold of him, settling in simultaneously. He bumped into the corner of his desk that he barely uses and muttered a curse under his breath as he reached underneath it for his work boots. He fumbled several times while tying his laces, his mind racing with thoughts of you and what he was about to do. Rhett approached his mirror and ran his hands through his hair, ensuring he at least looked presentable despite his frantic state. When he backed away, he took one last glance in the mirror, steeling himself and assuring himself that this was the right thing to do, the only thing to do if there was ever going to be a chance for him to have something real with you.
Once he climbed into his truck, he shoved the key into the ignition, a bit forcefully, and sped off. His hands were clutching the steering wheel and they were not only sweaty, but also shaking. Rhett was almost embarrassed at how worked up he’d become and though it was fleeting, the thought of turning around and discarding his plan crossed his mind, but it left as quickly as it entered. This mattered too much, you mattered too much not to follow through. He had a vast history of allowing fear to be victorious in his life, but this time was different. The prospect of a real relationship with you fueled his determination and provided him with enough courage to stare down his fear of rejection.
In this moment, Rhett was particularly grateful he laid off the alcohol lately because it enabled him to recall where you live. You mentioned it one night while the two of you laid in bed, nestled against one another, his hand clutching yours. You shared your favorite part about living there is the spacious backyard as you envisioned celebrations and gatherings eventually taking place there as the sun highlighted the rural beauty of your home.
Hearing this moved something in Rhett, unveiling a need that had been buried for years, a need he was unsure would ever be fulfilled. It reminded him he, too, wanted a place to call his own, a place he cherished and wanted others to cherish as well.
As he pulled into the driveway of your modest home and slowed to a stop behind your vehicle, hope swelled within his chest because there was a chance for him to have such a place and, even better, he may get to share that place with you.
The time on his dashboard read 1:11 AM. It was too late to knock on your front door and way too generic for what he was about to do. He was struck with an idea and while it may have been a silly one, nothing could stop him now. He carefully closed the driver’s side door and made his way across the plush grass on your front lawn. Using the flashlight on his phone, he scoured your garden for small pebbles and smiled when he finally located several of them. Rhett tossed them one at a time, aiming at your bedroom window, and praying that the light tapping noise would be enough to get your attention. Rhett was pretty sure you weren’t a deep sleeper, but if you were, he was willing to wait out here all night until you awoke.
After the fourth pebble made contact with your bedroom window, a squeaking sound pierced the summer air. You opened your window, leaning out of it with a puzzled expression. The light from your room illuminated your features, revealing your red-rimmed and puffy eyes along with your tear-streaked face, a sight that caused Rhett’s entire body to ache because he knew the reason for your tears: him.
“What are you doing here, Rhett?” you ask, your voice slightly cracking as you cross your arms in an attempt to distance yourself.
“I’m here to make things right.”
You cock your head to the side, waiting for a detailed explanation. Before Rhett can say more, a steady rain descends on the otherwise quiet evening, the sound soothing as it surrounds you.
“I was wrong. Wrong about not wanting a relationship, about wanting something real.”
You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut that are now dried out from hours spent shedding tears for the man standing before you. “You said nothing in your room, Rhett.” Your voice is worn, as if your earlier admission depleted you of your energy.
“I know,” he says quietly before returning your gaze. “That’s why I’m here now.”
He’s bathed in the glow emanating from the post lamp on your lawn and is becoming wetter by the second as a result of the relentless rain, but he doesn’t seem to care. Although he’s standing several feet away, you detect heavy sorrow in his eyes and a longing to release words he’s been harboring for too long. It’s why you let him continue…that and your natural curiosity.
Rhett takes a giant gulp of air before he proceeds and his now soaked shirt makes his sculpted muscles beneath it even more visible. “I’ve always believed I wasn’t the relationship sort of guy even though there’s a part of me that’s always wanted that, but the people in this town view me a certain way. Instead of proving them wrong, I guess I decided to lean into their perception, but then you came along…” He tucks his lower lip into his mouth as he casts his gaze downward, thoughtfully considering the words that leave his mouth next.
“When I met you, I figured things wouldn’t change and then we spent the night together and I realized…maybe they could change. The more time I spent with you, the more I realized I wanted things to change.” He sounds sincere and almost winded. You feel your heart tighten in your chest because hearing these words is what you’ve needed all along.
“With you, I can be myself and you’ve shown me that’s enough. With you, I want time to slow down for once instead of wishing my days away. All this time, I pretended my feelings for you were nonexistent, but they exist, darlin’. They’re not ever goin’ away and if you-”
He swallows uncomfortably as though something is lodged in his windpipe and you follow the raindrops that trickle down his neck. “If you reject me, I’ll be carrying those feelings around with me for the rest of my life. I can’t imagine a pain worse than that.” His voices catches on those last few words, solidifying his sincerity.
Rhett’s words hang in the air, their implication leaving you speechless and reeling. You almost wonder if you’re ensconced in a dream right now, but you recognize this is reality.
“We have something real and I wanna pursue that. I want you,” Rhett breathes.
After standing there for a few agonizing minutes, you wordlessly close your bedroom with a soft thud and your bedroom that was once filled with light is now completely dark. Rhett is still standing below, motionless, wondering what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling after he bared his heart to you. He begins to panic internally and review where he went wrong when the front door suddenly opens and there you are, standing in your lace camisole and yoga pants.
“You really want me, Rhett?” you ask, a slight tremor in your voice.
“More than I’ve wanted anything else,” he declares as droplets fall from his tendrils.
You bound across the lawn, almost slipping in the process, and launch yourself into his arms as he catches you instantly. Rhett’s lips swiftly attach to yours and nothing has ever felt as right as this moment. His kisses are fervent, fast, and heady. When his tongue glides across your bottom lip, requesting access, you immediately oblige. Both of you release a moan in unison, a moan that conveys how long you’ve been anticipating this, a moan that communicates this is anything but casual because you’re no longer interested in something hollow.
Rhett advances toward your front door and once you’re both inside, he places you against the door, causing it to close. He gently grasps your jaw and seeks eye contact before he speaks to you. “Can I have you tonight?” he asks softly. His ragged voice sends flutters of pleasure to your center and you have to remind yourself that he’s waiting for a response.
“You can have me every night, Rhett,” you reply and you mean it. He breathes out a shaky laugh and you sense he’s overwhelmed by recent events just as you are.
“I plan to,” he admits. “But tonight…” He pauses as his eyes search yours and his thumb strokes your delicate skin. “Tonight is different because there’s nothing holding me or us back.”
“Nothing,” you whisper in affirmation.
With that, Rhett presses one more searing kiss to your lips, rendering you speechless yet again as you press yourself into him. When he pulls away, your first instinct is to dive back in for more, but Rhett connects his forehead with yours and intertwines your hands, an unspoken promise in his eyes that you’ll be taken care of tonight. You sigh in relief and lead him up the staircase, reminded that he was leading you up his family’s staircase only mere hours ago. In that short stretch of time, things have changed. Together, you’ve established a new relationship, one that is brimming with possibilities.
oh my goodness, i haven’t indulged in a rhett fic in so very long, so this was an absolute delight to read 🥹 rhett throwing pebbles at your window! his whole speech! it’s so incredibly dreamy, but i know how much rhett tossed and turned thinking about it 🥺 i loved this so much! thank you for sharing, my love! 💗🫶🏼
Jake and you just got home from your honeymoon and have agreed to meet up with the Daggers at the Hard Deck.
The honeymoon was everything you dreamed of and more. A secluded bungalow on the beautiful beach, with no one around for as far as you could see. The perfect spot to make love whenever and wherever you wanted to and the two of you definitely took advantage of that during the two whole weeks you were there. You put on a sundress Jake loved? He was kissing your neck the moment he saw you, pulling you to sit on his lap, the dress bunched up at your hip, while his shorts pushed down just enough to sink into your depths. He was standing on the balcony in only his swim shorts with the setting sun hitting him just right? You were circling your arms around his waist, fingers tracing his Adonis belt and travelling further down under his swim shorts, making him moan while you kissed the expanse of his back. You both just came back from taking a dip in the sea, smiling so wide and bright, in the process of washing the salt off under the outdoor shower? He was pressing you against the single little wall of it, going down on you, taking his time to kiss all over your body while taking your tiny bikini off, making your legs feel like jelly. Spending countless hours wrapped up in each other in bed, on the couch on the balcony, on your towels on the beach, worshiping each other over and over again.
But now you are back, and even though you spent the time after your arrival home in bed, making up for the lost hours on the plane, now it is time to get ready for going out. Jake is coming out of your ensuit bathroom, and he stops in his track as he sees you. You are wearing his favourite sundress of yours, back turned towards him as you use your floor length mirror to check your hair, slightly leaning forward. He doesn't even realise what is happening until he feels the strain of his jeans getting too tight. That's when you turn around to greet him with your radiant smile and he can feel the fabric of his boxer and jeans dampen. You rake your eyes over him, and when you see the darkening fabric covering his bulge, you quirk an eyebrow up at him. His cheeks heat up, a sheepish smile coming up instead of his usual smirk.
"You are too good to be true, Honey" he says, voice smaller than usual.
You step close to him, your own smile softening, placing your palms on his chest in reassurnace and give him a kiss. A kiss he gladly accepts and deepens, holding you to him.
You arrive to the Hard Deck late, both of you in a different outfit than you originally planned, and leave not too long after.
-💚
aaaaaah, please! it’s currently sundress season here in the uk and you can bet your ass i’m thinking of jake (and rhett) every time that i put one on 😭 this is the dream. thank you for sharing your beautiful writing as always, my beloved anon 🥹💕🫶
*Web links and outside resources; I tried to get as reliable ones as possible,most me know if there’s something I missed
Quick but comprehensive overview of age regression
a bit of an intro and explanation to age regression for newbs or just people who want to read about it
What causes age regression
causes of age regression and the related mental health issues
*disclaimer: there’s a very small excerpt that calls “agere a potentially dangerous trend”, while I don’t fully agree with this statement (or more so the evidence used to cite it) I think that the rest of the article is helpful and has some good information*
Helpful stuff for little ones
*tumblr posts from other blogs
What is agere?
this bit easier of read than the other two, more bulletpoint structured, more concise, plus it’s post here on tumblr so no internet history :3
How to tell someone about you regression
from @puppys-tiny-space, this post has very useful advice that helped me when telling my partner about regressing!
Tips for littles on a budget
also from @puppys-tiny-space, and again very useful/helpful advice to make regressing more accessible :)
Accounts/creators
Informative/lifestyle
@angellimbed / tumblr + YouTube + insta
our lord and savior, one of my absolute favorite agere content creators. She’s gives us an oasis in a severe drought. ALL of her videos are amazing and I honestly could’ve just filled this whole post with her content 😭💕
@/mimzymeow / YouTube + Pinterest
another very good creator who provides us much needed sfw content 😭 he is also noncom if that’s something any of you are looking for ! :)
My fave blog aesthetics
@littlestarryagere
makes the CUTEST moodboards and just all the aesthetic-y things, seriously I reblogged sm from him *chefs kiss*
@tinybunnysnuggles
I just started following her but I absolutely love her blog aesthetic so she deserves a shout out too 🙂↕️
Writers
*u can find most of these blogs and their works under my #fairy fic recs ˖᯽ ݁˖ tag!*
@buckys-little-belle and @steves-little-belle
my FAV writer on here! Belle’s work is amazing and so well written, she mainly writes for marvel and stranger things. Anyone who reads her fics are sure to feel tiny and loved after 🤍 ps be sure to show her some love and support right now cause she’s working on some big stuff for us guys (and I’m sooo excited!!!)
@sebsxphia
*NOT COMPLETELY SFW BLOG* while a bit older of a “series”, seb’s rhett abbott caregiver works are absolutely amaze and one of my faves to go back to 🤍 {u can also find a lot of they’re stuff under my #rhett 𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ tag}
@angelbaby-fics
Another marvel writer 😀 (can u tell who my main factional cg is 👀) one of my fav moots on here! I am her, she is me, and her writing is very self indulgent bc of it, so ofc she needed a slot on the list 🙂↕️
@softspace-fics
another excellent writer. Here you will find stuff for Marvel, supernatural and criminal minds 🤍
Anon who can't see your pinned post here - no, I cannot see it at all! I didn't even know about that age verification thing! Thank you and lewmagoo so much for explaining the situation and for everything. I will be sure to write many complaints to the staff though!! Don't know, but this whole having to verify my age thing is just... a bit too Orwellian to me, I don't trust it or them to not use that info for some other cause... that may just be my untrusting self though. Anyway. Thank you for your help and thank you again for sharing your work!! Sending you lots of love too!!
no worries at all, my dear anon! and don’t worry, i completely understand your reasoning for the age verification 🤭 in the meantime, whilst tumblr wait to review my masterlist pinned post, i might create a new one temporarily. i’ll update as i go! sending you lots of love! mwah! 💗
Hello! Sorry to bother you with this, but how come your pinned post is gone? Sorry, I don't mean to police your blog, at all, it's just I've seen tumblr do some questionable things with posts it deems "mature content" (I swear, half of them are not even warning worthy, let alone community tag or whatever it is called worthy, but I digress) and I remembered that yours was labled as that too, and I just was wondering if it was your choice to unpin it, or if tumblr decided it for you and I should add it to my list of complaints in my feedback to the staff.
And while I am in your inbox, I wanted to tell you that you are so wonderful and your writing is amazing and I love the vibe of your blog! Thank you for it!
hey, my dear anon! bless you heart for checking and please don’t apologise! it’s all good 🥰 what happened is, i updated my layout at the beginning of this year and it originally had ass in it. as soon as i updated it, tumblr flagged it 😭 (which is annoying because i’ve used the same picture before) i then changed it and raised a ticket with them, but i know how long they take.
the pinned post still appears for me and others, if they have mature content visible on their settings (i think). even though the pin has disappeared, it still says i can “unpin it”. here’s what it looks like on my end!
out of interest, can you see it at all? please do let me know, my dear anon! and please do feel free to raise another complaint 🤭 thank you so much for the love, my dear anon! it means a lot! sending you lots of love! 💕🫶🏼
hi everyone! my birthday is this weekend, but it falls on mother’s day this year. so, i have decided to go ahead and start my celebration/sleepover a few days early. also, if you have been following me for a while, you know that i do something like this every year! plus, i’ll never get tired of celebrating my birthday with all of you!! <3
i’ll be celebrating from may 8th to may 18th!
checkered flag: send me 'checkered flag' and i’ll show you an edit that i have saved from tik tok!
qualifying: send me 'qualifying' and i’ll show you a few memes that i have saved from pinterest
podium: wanna get to know me better? send me 'podium' and a number or a few from these asks listed below and i'll answer them!
list a ♡ list b ♡
street circuit: of course it wouldn’t be a celebration without doing some blurbs! send me a 'street circuit’ and one of the prompts below. you can just copy and paste the prompt or send me the letter and number and who you want it with! i’ll write for any character that’s on my masterlist
list a ♡ list b ♡ list c ♡ list d ♡ list e ♡
paddock: mutuals only!! send me ‘paddock’ and i’ll give you three songs that i would listen to with you on a long car ride on our way home
tagging some friends to kick off this party! (no pressure though) @spnshortcake @auroralightsthesky @mcu-queen @katsu28 @fiction-is-life @fairyheart @sebsxphia @floydsglasses @fluentmoviequoter @sarahsmi13s @oncasette
Laying in bed, Jake cupping your newly visible baby bump that just popped that morning, his head resing just below your breasts, murmuring sweet words and gentle, but fierce promises to your baby, his thumb gliding over your skin. Your fingers running through his hair, eyes glassy at the tenderness of your husband, lips stretched into a wide grin. He says something about teaching your baby to become a pilot as soon as your baby is in his arms and you can't help the good natured laugh bubbling out of you. It jiggles his head a bit and you can hear his huff of a chuckle before he is pressing a kiss above your belly button. The rest of the evening goes much the same, butterflies fluttering more and more in your stomach with each passing moment. And then he is hovering over you, kissing you senseless and making love to you in the sweetest, most attentive way he can, the both of you shedding a few tears at just how perfect you feel for each other and at feeling completely one with one another. He holds you close after the aftercare, caressing your hair, revelling in the feel of your bump making contact with his side, watching as you fall asleep, feeling the way your breaths even out against his chest, then following you into dreamland.
-💚
gaaaaaaah, please, please, please 🥺 i will always adore how you write having a pregnancy with jake, or having pregnancy sex with jake, my beloved anon 😭 it just always hits the spot! thank you for sharing this! 💗
To your point about Jake enjoying making love more, I do think it's because like, Hangman always wants to be the best and wants the best, right? So I think like, when he finds the person he loves and finally makes love instead of fucking or having sex (which both are great, don't get me wrong), he would feel how that connection that gets amplified through it like makes him feel the best. If that makes sense? Like fucking is good, sex is great, but making love with the person he loves? That's top tier, chef's kiss, unparalleled. And after the first time, that's all he wants (he would fuck too, and have sex with the love of his life, when they like need to be quick or are just in that type of mood, but love making would definitely be the vast majority of their sexual activities)
yes, yes! exactly that, my dear anon! you’re so right 🥹 sure, he’s a fantastic fuck, but that layer of deep and intimate connection is missing for him, so why not master that too? if his marriage is successful, he feels successful 😌
my sisters wedding is now done and although i’m still feeling waves of anxiety, i feel like a huge weight has been lifted. like i’m finally getting back to a normal schedule with nothing on my brain. and for the first time in a longgggggg time i have the bug to write. i miss rhett so so so so so so much 😭 i wanna write for my domestic cowboy so bad
Jake would love to have sex with you laying on him with your back to his chest. Spread eagle as he ruts up into you. Or takes his time with each roll of his hips. Depends on if you fuck or make love. Either way, he loves the position, not only because he gets to hit your g-spot each time and make you moan so pretty for him and put his hand on your belly, pubic bone, clit comfortably, but also because he gets to see your boobs move over your shoulder and feel your butt pressed against his lower stomach and hip bones. And your weight on him he loves, because it is so grounding so he can last longer. He would definitely not say no to reverse cowgirl, but I feel like after a while he would defo sit up, hug himself to you and then lay back down bringing you with him to have that greater physical connection. He would maybe joke that this is his glute workout, but you both know he is just a secret romantic too and wants to feel you fully.
yes yes yes 😭 i do believe that jake fucks, but i believe more than anything, with my entire heart, that he enjoys making love more. feeling the pressure and feeling every inch of your body pressed against him. he’s such a sucker for it. thank you for this thought, my dear anon 🥺🫶🏼
Hiya! I hope you are well! Listen, I know you are a Lew girlie (gn), but have you seen How to Make a Killing? Glen's super delicious looking in it, totally can recommend (he slaps in this movie - in more ways than one...)
hiiiii my dear anon! i’m so sorry for my late reply omg 😭 but i haven’t! i’m so behind on my glen and lew content, i feel terrible. i’m going to catch up soon, i really, really will. thank you for the recommendation though! 🤭
