#lewmagoo

[disterra]

i need you to know how powerful your art is because i’ve never been a sentryagent girly, and yet your art of these two has me mesmerized and fascinated, and i’ve been just scrolling through your entire blog with heart eyes, in awe over your artistic abilities 😍 your style is unmatched

this is tooooo damn sweet aaaaa aksjdkaja;lk;s 🥹🥹🥹 i'm really glad that i could provide joy and fascination even beyond the target audience!!! it really warms my heart 🥺

thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖

[mynameismckenziemae]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Rhett Abbott x Female reader

This is my submission for @lewmagoo’s holiday celebration.

Prompt: warming each other up after a snowball fight

Warnings: MDNI! Adults (18+) only! Smut, unprotected p in v, teasing, cockwarming, etc.

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“Really?” Rhett stops in his tracks, hearing the thud of the snowball you threw at his Carhartt-covered back rather than feeling it. “If you’re gonna start a snowball fight, you can’t throw like a-“

The next one bursts when it hits the top of his beanie, and you giggle at his shocked look as he turns around.

“Throw like a what, Rhett?” You tease. “A girl?”

The way he drops the facade and empty bucket of feed to gather snow makes you smile. You love every version of him, but your favorite is when he allows himself to have fun. The fun he wasn’t allowed to have as a boy.

When it sails past your shoulder, you squeal, hiding behind one (of the three) furry cows Rhett purchased for you after overhearing how cute you think they are.

Well, he says they’re for you, but it’s hard to miss the way his face lights up when someone asks about the small herd.

“Don’t let him get me,” you whisper to the sweet, oblivious animal.

“Oh c’mon,” he calls when he sees your booted feet under her fur, “that’s not fair, I’d never hurt my-your babies.”

An unladylike snort sneaks out at his slip of the tongue as you bend down to start packing snow together.

The snow falling from the sky and blanketing the ground nearly absorbs all sound, and even your heavy-footed cowboy can sneak up on you.

Just as you glance up at the crisp creak of his boot, a ball of white and wet smacks you right in the face.

“Oh shit,” he mutters, running over while you wipe your eyes with your gloves, trying not to let him see you grin. “I meant to get your hat and-hey, you alright?”

He pulls you into his arms when you sniff dramatically. You allow yourself a quick inhale of his sweet hay and woodsy smell as he murmurs, “I’m sorry, darlin’.”

“No you’re not,” you whisper kissing his jaw, “but you will be.” You push the snow stuck to your gloves into the back of his collar.

“Fuck!” He gasps, arching into you to get away from your frigid fingers. But he recovers quickly, gripping your wrists as his steely blue eyes bore into yours.

“You always fight dirty,” he murmurs, eyes dipping to your lips.

“And you always fall for it,” you smile, eyes fluttering closed as he leans in.

But he diverts at the last second, instead of a kiss, he laughs as he gently pushes you back into the snow, falling beside you a moment later. You can't help but smile as he starts spreading his legs and arms, making a snow angel.

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Rhett’s lips are turning blue by the time you make it inside an hour later. It’s nearly dark and the snow is still steadily falling. As is the temperature.

But the farmhouse is warm and cozy, thanks to the fire Rhett always keeps going.

“It’s fu-fu-fucking cold out there,” his teeth chatter, and his hands shake as he tries to unzip his coat.

Pulling off your gloves to help, you nod in agreement, “Let’s get this wet stuff off so we can warm up by the fire.”

“Good idea,” he grimaces as he pulls his soaked coat off, “‘m freezing my cock off.”

“That’s a shame,” you murmur as you slip off your coat, unbuckling your coveralls next and stepping out of them, “because I had plans for it.”

The way his head jerks up in disbelief is laughable.

“Really,” you nod, biting your lip as you walk backward into the living room in just your shapeless thermals.

But by the heat in his eyes, one would guess you’re wearing the sexiest negligee.

“Oh well,” you shrug before turning around, biting your lip to keep from laughing as you hear him stumble, trying to get his feet out of his coveralls.

It’s warm as you sit on the rug by the fireplace, but Rhett’s sudden presence makes you shiver. His knees crack as he sits behind you, his long legs on the outside of yours.

“‘t didn’t freeze off,” his big hands slide over your hips, pulling you back against his thick erection, “see?”

God, do you ever. Well, you can’t see technically, but you sure can feel it. His chest is cold against your back, even through each of your layers, but his cock feels like a brand against your lower back. The feeling alone sends heat through your body before settling between your legs.

“Still feels cold,” you lie, turning your head to brush your lips over the stubble on his cheek, “better warm it up.”

He chuckles as you turn, but it dies in his throat as you pull off your top and reveal your bare chest.

Your nipples tighten when he begins to lean in. “Wait. You next.”

A smile pulls at your lips when his brow furrows. It’s all for show. He loves it when you make him wait.

The same goes for your pants and underwear, then his.

Your hands slide up his thighs that jump under your touch, avoid his bobbing cock as they trace the deep V, and pinch his nipples before gently pushing him down.

“You-hey, don’t tease,” he grumbles when you crawl over him, dipping your head to pull him in your mouth loosely, for only a moment to get him nice and wet.

His weak protest is ignored as you sit up, steadying yourself on his chest with one hand as the other drags the head of his cock through your arousal before slowly sinking down, inhaling sharply at the stretch.

He gasps as he bottoms out inside you, those big hands gripping your hips tightly. His wide eyes follow your hand trailing down his chest and then between your legs to make slow, lazy circles.

“Fuck,” he breathes when he feels you tighten in response to your ministrations.

When he tries to guide your hips to move, you shake your head, “Not yet.”

His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, pupils dilating further but he nods.

“Good boy,” you whisper, smiling when his hands bruise your hips in response to the praise.

There’s nothing hotter than when your big, tough cowboy lets you take the lead and the fact that he’s so unruly with everyone else makes his submission that much sweeter.

“Just lie still and watch me get myself off while I warm your cock up,” the hand still resting on his chest pinches his nipple before you sit up and tease your own.

“It’s-I’m plenty warm,” he argues, the ridges of his abs tensing when you ignore him, moaning softly.

It doesn’t take long before your release is within sight. He chews on his lip and his chest begins to heave as he watches and feels you begin to unravel above him.

“Fuck,” he breathes when you unintentionally begin to gyrate on him; he lifts a tentative hand to toy with your other nipple, “look at you. So fuckin’ pretty.”

That’s all it takes. Your head falls to your shoulder with a soft cry as the waves of pleasure roll over you.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he grits out, sounding far away, “you’re milking’ me.”

Still deep inside you, Rhett flips you over before you return fully to your body.

He pushes the air from your lungs as he thrusts into you hard with a groan. There are sloppy kisses placed on your collarbone and neck before he buries his face in your shoulder.

“I-fu, you’re…you’re so good to me,” he pants, angling his narrow hips to rub your clit with each measured thrust, “love you so much.”

“I-“ your nails bite into the thick muscle of his back as he fucks the rest of your thought from your head with a particularly deep thrust. The orgasm you didn’t know was approaching hits before you had a chance to warn him.

The twinkling lights from the tree in the corner blur as you fall over the edge. Your teeth sink into Rhett’s shoulder to muffle the sounds his body is pulling from yours.

His hips stutter at the sharp bite and he cums too; the sound of his low, shaky groan in your ear as he fills your pussy sends a shiver through you.

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“I love you too,” you whisper a few minutes later, pushing the hair off his forehead.

He’s smiling when he lifts his head to press a kiss to your lips.

“Can you reach that blanket?” You tilt your chin to the throw at the end of the couch. The fire is warm and so is Rhett’s body, but the sweat is cooling and on your skin.

“Nah,” he grins, kissing your chin next, continuing down your neck and lower, “I can think of a better way to keep you warm.”

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I’m tagging my Bob girlies (gn), hope you don’t mind!

@lexixstewart

@dizzybee03

@its-the-pilot

@hisredheadedgoddess28

@atarmychick007

@littlezee80

@k-k0129

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@jessicab1991

@lonelysoul50

@landpiranha-blog

@fandomology101

@writtingrose

@rascallyrascalreads

@glenpowellluver

@seitmai

[delopsia]

i wanted to drop by again for some berry picking with rhett! i just remembered one of my favorite fics of yours: blame me. i would love to know what our pretty prince rhett is up to these days! 🤩

I was over here hoping I'd get one more Rhett ask, and like five minutes later, you grace my inbox 😌💐 I've missed Prince Rhett Berry Picking — Ask me to write an additional drabble for one of my completed fics

Someone is in your bathroom.

And that someone is using your bath.

Flames dance atop decorative candles, placed for their aesthetics rather than actual function, gorgeous, hand-carved wax melting into messy puddles. The cleaning ladies and the artist who crafted these for you are going to have some choice words about this. Silk garments scatter across the floor, jewel tones, emerald, ruby, and sapphire, handspun and meticulously stitched by hand, all discarded as if they're cheap scraps.

A mountain of bubbles has invaded the tub, and the underlying water is so hot that you can feel the heat radiating from here. Amongst them lies your culprit, wet brown hair and soap clinging to curls. Familiar, jeweled silver rests at the very top of his head.

"You stole my tiara." You intend to sound upset, but your smile is the only thing that comes through.

Rhett's eyes flutter open, yawning like the spoiled thing that he is. "Y' left it on the dresser."

"So that makes it fair game?" Settling onto the edge of the tub, you reach out, combing your fingers through his hair.

"'course it does," and there's not the slightest bit of remorse to be found. He'd do it again, if given the chance.

Humming, you pinch his ear, then retreat before he can whip his head around and nip at your fingertips. "And the three different robes on the floor?"

"I...might've been playin' dress up," his confession brings a flush to his already heated cheeks, a shade deep enough to be visible in the candlelight. "Get in with me?"

"Yeah?"

Dramatic, he reaches out, hands grabbing at the air, lazily beckoning you in. The soft clothes slip from your shoulders with shocking ease, a stark difference to the struggle that took place to get them on. It took three maids to help you get these on, and here it is, off in seconds.

The water is as hot as you expected it would be, and you're not going to fall, but Rhett reaches out as if to catch you in the event it happens. You know how to avoid slipping in this tub, settling in next to him without a hitch. His arm lifts, welcoming you into the comforting space underneath, tucked up against his chest.

"Missed you," he murmurs, kissing your temple. The tip of his nose brushes against you next, nuzzling like a fat, happy cat, and his breath tickles enough to make you giggle.

"I was gone for four hours," tilting to kiss his prickly jaw. You can't see much of his face from this angle, but the emergence of his lopsided smile is all you need.

He grumbles, as if that were some kind of grand inconvenience. "Four hours too long."

Absolutely fucking spoiled.

[willowwithin]

Matilda for @lewmagoo based on this fic ❤️

[theartsychiquita]

My opinion....one of his most underrated hairstyles. Love his longer hair bad boy look, this one gives sophisticated Bob vibes ❤️

[rhettled]

now you have me thinking about reef and beef and getting sick. between the two, who is worse when it comes to handling sickness? i feel like it's rhett. but maybe he just overexaggerates his sickness just a lil so his big strong doctor bf will take care of him. idk 🤔

Thank you for the ask, a bit light headed but I’ll try to get my thoughts in order ❤️

Rhett used to hide when the got sick because he didn’t want to burden Harrison with extra work, you know he’s a doctor he has to deal with enough sick people. But once Harrison sits him down and tells him that it’s no trouble, he likes taking care of Rhett. Then Rhett feels comfortable enough to go full over exaggerated man flu the next time he gets sick, Harrison is very entertained with how night and day the difference is. Now he’s more than happy that Rhett is taking full advantage of the fact he’s a doctor.

Harrison is pretty good with taking care of himself when he gets sick, depending on what mystery illness he’s brought home from work that is. Rhett will usually check in on Harrison while he’s sleeping it off, only waking him up to give him some of the soup/stew he’s made.

Unrelated but after the whole “coriander incident” Harrison goes full “Doctor mode” so he sat down with Rhett and had him go through all of his allergies. Harrison kicks himself a little for not asking sooner, he won’t be making that mistake again.

[judeval]

Lowkey, one of the scariest things in the Tumblr universe to me is @lewmagoo blocking me. Terrifies me. I love your blog so much and I am in fact over the age of eighteen.

[bobfloydsbabe]

do tell me about the aftermath 👀

The Aftermath is story of what happens when our favorite mafia boss finds out the woman he hired to be his assistant, who he’s been sleeping with and has fallen in love with, is his rival’s daughter. The logical thing would be to have her killed because she knows too much, but he can’t bring himself to do it. So, he lets her go, even knowing she’s going to tell her father everything, and that his days in power are limited. Except, nothing happens. No tries to take him down. None of his plans are disrupted. Life goes back to the way it was before her. The only difference is how miserable and lonely he is. How much he misses her. It makes him suspicious, so he convinces threatens her friend to let him crash their coffee date, so he can ask her what the hell is going on.

This line from the fic sums it up pretty well: “She refused to tell her father anything about Bob’s organization because she loves him. He didn’t have her killed when he learned of her real identity because he loves her. It’s as simple and complicated as that.”

Thanks for asking, darling ✨