#brat!rhett

[rinkyrinkyrinky]

That's a brat that's in love

[rinkyrinkyrinky]

Love how he's wiggling and jiggling his ass on third gif so he could be right on top of Link's dick. Well done Rhett.

Killing me

They were so happy about this, and so am I 💜

[lallyloo]

Happy Birthday Rhett Rhett [❤️]

[sparkle-jules]

This sound clip is Link being such a brat and I'm here for it

[sorchathered]

I need him to fuck the attitude out of me, make me absolutely useless for a few hours.

[kaluwa-del-conte]

Welp, gmm dropped 3 hrs early :D

[tao-lay]

act 1: anticipation act 2: rage act 3: glory

[sparkle-jules]

That face when you know how damn cute you are and how to work it

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[lewmagoo]

would love to read your take on “i’m tired of you speaking, i need something in your mouth” and “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy?” with rhett 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

-floydsmuse 🦋

i took the liberty of using mdm rhett because that big mean daddy is perfect for this 🤭

if there was one thing rhett didn’t tolerate, it was petulance. he always shut down bratty behavior, but he would figure out the source of it first. it was a mental list that he’d go over in his head, trying to understand why you were misbehaving. were you stressed? tired? were your hormones going haywire? were there any outside factors pushing you into this state of argumentativeness and irritation? he’d learned that there was always some sort of reason. however, trying to get an explanation out of you wasn’t always the easiest.

sometimes, you just needed him to take control. you needed him to assume his role as the dominant in your relationship. he would first give you a warning. he only afforded you one, and if you didn’t correct your behavior, he would then enact the punishment that he saw fit to give you. on this particular day, you’d been especially irritable. rhett gave you some grace, because you had just started a new job, and were trying to get accustomed to working again. a friend had started a coffee shop in town, and you’d agreed to help her during the first few weeks after her grand opening, because she was understaffed and desperate for the help. food service was not an industry you wanted to work in ever again, but you’d made an exception in order to support your friend.

in turn, you were reminded of why you’d left the industry altogether. working at the coffee shop turned out to be more high stress than you were anticipating, and because of this, you were tense and irritable. which, unfortunately resulted in you mouthing off to rhett. the first few times you responded in exasperation, you’d apologized to him (after he prompted you with a raised eyebrow, a look that you affectionately called the “daddy look”). although today, you didn’t know what had gotten into you. as rhett drove home after picking you up, all you gave him were short, impatient answers when he asked how your day was. the snapping was grating on his nerves, and he found his patience wearing thin.

"sweetheart, watch your tone," he warned, as the two of you walked into the house that evening. the timbre of his voice wasn’t sharp. it was even and gentle, though there was a cautionary undertone. for whatever reason, his warning only bothered you further. you folded your arms across your chest and huffed, much like a child. “don’t call me sweetheart." big mistake. "y'sure this is the game you wanna play?" came his gruff reply. jutting your chin out in defiance, you said, "i don't care." after which you turned on your heel and marched toward the stairs to go up to the bedroom. that was the straw that broke the camel's back. "don't you walk away from me." he caught your arm, his grip firm but not painful, careful of his strength. "i've been patient the entire ride home but i've had about enough of this damn attitude. this brat act ain't gon' fly with me."

when you opened your mouth to protest, he squeezed your cheeks so you couldn't. "'m tired of you speaking, i need somethin' in your mouth." and there it was. the sense of dominance exercised over you. he was taking your control away, and you gladly let him. the blue of his eyes had grown considerably darker, like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. "kneel." and you dropped. he tilted your chin up, tracing his fingers over your lips. instinctively, you parted your mouth, and he slipped his middle and ring fingers inside. he held your gaze as he slid those fingers farther and farther back, and said, "suck." so you did, wrapping your lips around the digits and taking them as far back as you could, showing him how hard you'd been working lately to tame your gag reflex so you could deepthroat him.

his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he watched you, entirely turned on at the sight. "you been practicin', haven't you?" he asked, momentarily distracted from what was essentially your punishment. he had to take a moment to express his awe. but his praise, although degrading, made you glow with satisfaction beneath him. "yes sir, i have," you gasped, pulling your mouth off him long enough to respond. already, your brain was beginning to quiet down as you focused only on him. the man you loved. the man you wanted to please above all others. it was truly a wonder how quickly he could flip that switch for you and bring you into a better headspace.

his lashes fluttered, and he took in a breath. "atta girl." his fingers were back in your mouth again, and you dutifully sucked them, swirling your tongue and drooling, treating it as if you were sucking his cock, because you hoped that was what he'd give you next. but he wasn't about to let you off the hook that easy. he let you continue on, fully enjoying the show, and fully aware that the sight of it was getting him hard. you could see it, too. his thick cock straining against the confines of his jeans. so appealing even when it was hidden beneath a layer of fabric. he could see your gaze shifting to it every so often, and after a little while, he pulled your head back and gripped his cock with his other hand. "y'want it?" he asked, as if he was presenting a treat to his pet.

eagerly, you nodded. "yes daddy." he smiled, and it was full of fake pity. "that's too bad. only good girls get daddy's cock. and you ain't been very good tonight, have ya?" at that, you whined in frustration, and he couldn't help but notice the way you rubbed your thighs together. a wicked smirk tugged at his mouth. "you little slut. suckin' my fingers got you wet, didn't it?" he crouched in front of you then, still holding your face in his hand as he reached into the front of your jeans to check. sure enough, he came in contact with your slick pussy. his smirk turned into a dirty grin. "dirty fuckin' girl." when you tried to grind against his hand, he immediately withdrew it, leaving you humping the air. "bet you're hopin' i'll fuck ya, hm little darlin'? but you're forgettin', this is a punishment." he stood again, ignoring your pathetic whine.

"i don't wanna hear it." and then, "what if i just leave you here, wet an' needy?" he stepped back, just to test your reaction. "no!" you exclaimed, reaching out and wrapping your arms around his legs. "please daddy, i'm sorry! i'll do anything!" there it was. that sense of repentance he was hoping for. he lovingly cupped your cheek, watching as you nuzzled into his palm. "anythin'?" he echoed, and you nodded against his thigh. "yes, anything." trailing his tongue against his teeth, he hummed. "alright then. y'can start by suckin' daddy's cock. show me all them new tricks you learned while you were practicin' on your toys. and after that, i just might fuck that needy pussy of yours. sound like a deal?" you were already scrambling to unbuckle his belt, desperate to have your mouth filled. "yes daddy," you agreed.

tagging my mdm rhett girlies: @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @hangmanapologist @floydsmuse

[delopsia]

Between reader and Bob, who’s the better Rhett brat tamer and why is it Bob? Reader is ready to pull out the popcorn to watch but she always ends up getting dragged into it.

Because Bob is a sucker who has always loved a good challenge, especially if it's Rhett Abbott-shaped. Every encounter with that cowboy, gives Bob another gray hair.

The problem is that Rhett is one step away from being a military tool to teach self-restraint 😒 he's as stubborn as his father and as clever as his momma. Once he's set his mind to do something, not a damn thing is going to get in his way. That mentality is what got him all of those championship buckles, but it's also what torments you and Bobby.

So here you are, relaxing on the couch, scrolling mindlessly on your phone as you listen to the sweet sound of Bob's wavering voice, trying his best to wrangle a cowboy who has decided that he's going to suck Bob's cock, regardless of how busy he might be at the moment.

Bobby naively thinks that fucking Rhett's throat is a viable punishment.

It's not.

Even you can see the problem he's about to create, and you're across the room! Lazily lounging, watching as Bob curls a hand into Rhett's long hair, gripping tight as he forces his cock down that pretty little throat. Tears run down Rhett's eyes like a waterfall, red and puffy, drooling like a dog, but there's a familiar glimmer lurking beneath the surface.

Because Rhett got what he wanted.

That all becomes painfully clear when he nuzzles at Bob's softening cock, after the fact. Unphased by the rope of cum staining his cheek or how he can hardly catch his breath, he wants more. Keeps bothering Bobby until he snaps again, hauling Rhett over his knee and making him sit there, waiting on a spank that never comes

That's fine. Rhett already knows that biting Bob's thigh will grant him a nice, hard smack. Jerking at the impact, that resounding groan making Bob's half-hard cock twitch.

And then Bob just ignores Rhett entirely. Stubbornly focusing on his laptop, regardless of how much Rhett tries to turn on the charm.

You get dragged in when Rhett comes slinking over to the couch. Were you in the mood? Not particularly. Did that change when Rhett settled between your legs, whispering about how much he wants to eat you out and for you to ride him after? Yes, yes, it did.

You entirely forget that Bob is even there.

But he is. Watching out the corner of his eye, struggling to pay attention to what he's working on.

He reappears when you've fallen by Rhett's side, thighs shaking from the effort of riding a cowboy. Carefully fucks Rhett with his fingers until he's cum from that alone, then pushes his cock into Rhett before he's even cooled off from that last orgasm.

Bob's general plan was to break Rhett down through the power of exhaustion, and when those tears start running down Rhett's face again, he thinks he's won. To his credit, Rhett is entirely tuckered out by the end, obedient to a t.

...for an hour.

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

I need him like I need air

Heisenberg Rhett fucking you nice and good while vibrating both your nipples and clit because you decided to be a brat 😵‍💫

heisenberg rhett would NOT have time for brats. he’s there to whip you into shape to become his good little fuck doll. he has zero time for it. so he’ll fuck you slow and teasingly, leaving you on the edge the entire time. 💌

[lallyloo]

[x]

[sparkle-jules]

Our little exhibitionist came out to play during More

[callsign-birdie]

You've zoned out watching Rhett fix your car. Too busy fantasizing about him while he's bent over the hood, covered in transmission fluid, wiping his face off with his white t-shirt. Can't help yourself thinking about being on your knees, his cock in your mouth as he's smearing oil on your cheek as he tells you how good you're being for him. Or having you bent over it, fingers deep in you. Reprimanding you for being a demanding, little brat. Wanting him to fuck you with his fingers already. Rhett feels your eyes on him, smirking to himself. He looks over his shoulder and winks at you. You freeze, face flushed. You had been caught checking your friend out. You quickly look away. Your face burning with embarrassment while Rhett just laughs to himself. He's also a little taken aback by how openly you'd been checking him out.

[rhettabbotts]

“ all i can think of is sitting on top of your hard cock ” with dilf rhett omg pls 🥺🤭

burning desire - dilf rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: you can’t help yourself around him.

warnings: 18+ only. smut. thigh riding. age gap (babysitter mid 20s, rhett late 30s). slight dumbification. daddy kink.

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The movie was long forgotten, now serving its purpose as white noise. Rain pinged against the windows, thunder rumbled in the distance. Soft suckling noise filled the large living room. Quiet whimpers escaped your throat on their own accord. 

Rhett’s tongue dominated your own, an expert in the craft. The heat between your thighs throbbed and you only just began kissing. You were growing increasingly frustrated with each passing minute - wanting, needing some type of relief. Clenching your muscles only did so much. 

“Rhett,” you gasped as you pulled away from his intoxicating mouth, “I need more.” 

Your eyes softened, pleaded. His thumb tugged on your pouting lip, smearing the shiny gloss. One hand rested against your neck, using the same thumb to tilt your chin upwards. 

He studied your expression and then smirked as your breath hitched. 

“I don’t know if you can handle more, baby,” Rhett croaked, voice scratchy. “Little thing like you.”

“Please. I’ve been thinking about it so much,” you whined. Your bottom lip jutted out once more, not caring that you probably sounded like a spoiled brat. 

“What have you thought about?” He inquired.

“All I can think about is sitting on top of your hard cock,” you confessed, feeling a burning blaze spread through your veins at your own words.

“Oh, sweet baby. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’re not ready for that,” Rhett chided. “C’mere.”

He maneuvered you into his lap, positioning you to straddle one of his thighs. He flexed the muscle, chuckling at the noise it punched out of you. Fingers dug into your hips with a bruising grip. 

“This is all I’m giving you tonight. Take it or leave it.”

You nodded eagerly, bracing your hands on his shoulders and wiggling your hips to get comfortable. The feeling of the scratchy denim against your thin scrap of panties sent a delicious chill over your body.

You started slow, a slight buck of your hips to learn your rhythm. Rhett had settled into the couch, arms propped behind his head enjoying the sight before him. You moved at a languid pace, eyes never leaving Rhett’s hungry cobalt blues. 

It was enough… until it wasn’t. Your thighs started burning and you were nowhere near close to that finish line. Huffs of aggravation tumbled past your lips and your brows furrowed as you shifted to find the right angle again. 

“What’s the matter, princess? Can't you do it by yourself?”

“No,” you sulked, stilling your hips. 

“Poor thing. Always have to have daddy’s help, don’t you?”

He finally took pity on you, strong hands taking hold of your hips and jerking you forward. He knew how to move you in the right way; knew how to get you to throw your head back in blinding pleasure. Rhett slid his hand under your dress, fisting your panties to pull them taut in the front. 

“Don’t make me rip these off to shut you up. You know you have to be quiet,” he scolded. You bit your lip, trying your best to suppress the sounds of your desire. The slide of fabric against your aching cunt was drawing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Daddy, please. I can’t- Oh, I can’t.”

“Do you think about it a lot? Think about sliding down on my cock when you’re playing with that little pussy at night?”

“It’s not enough. It’s never enough,” you nearly cried. 

“Of course you can’t get off by yourself. I’ve spoiled you, haven’t I? That’s okay, baby. You know daddy’ll take care of you,” he muttered. 

Rhett placed both hands upon your hips again, this time bouncing you on the firm muscle. Your breasts spilled out of the top of your dress and he couldn’t stop himself from latching onto a hard nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak. 

A high pitched keen squeezed its way out of your vocal cords. His thumb snaked down to draw tight circles around your bundle of nerves, looking up at you from under his lashes. Your fingers tangled into his hair, gripping at the roots and pulling harshly as you came on his thigh; feeling yourself make a mess on the dark denim. 

“Atta girl. I knew you could do it,” he praised. 

Your muscles turned to rubber as you slumped into his chest. Your entire body ached, a flicker of heat still coursed through your veins. Rhett’s hand traveled the length of your spine in soothing strokes as you came down from your high. 

“How do you do that?” You questioned breathlessly.

“Do what?”

“That! Make me feel like every nerve ending in my body is on fire,” you exclaimed. 

Rhett grinned proudly, placing a wet kiss to your cheek. You were about to connect your lips once more when you heard little footsteps coming down the wooden stairs. You pulled away from Rhett like he was hot metal, haphazardly straightening yourself up while Rhett pulled a throw pillow into his lap. 

“Dad?” Ellie’s timid voice came out sleepily. “Can I get a glass of water?”

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the giggles from tumbling out. He was in dad-mode instantly, caring for his youngest like he hadn’t just done what he did with you.  

“Tilly?” The nickname rang out from the kitchen. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Your dad and I were having a movie night.”

“Oh, okay. Goodnight. Love ya,” she said before scurrying back to her room. 

Rhett plopped back down beside you on the couch and sighed deeply, eyes now heavy with sleep.

“Movie night, huh?” He chortled, eyes creasing at the corners in amusement.

“You’re a bad influence on me, Abbott.”

“Likewise, Tillerson.”

[new-philosopher]

I had a dream where Rhett and Link were doing a skit where they were getting married. When it came to the kiss part Rhett kissed Link on the forehead and the crew was like yelling at them to do it properly. So Link being a brat was like 'oh like this?' And kisses Rhett on the cheek. And the crew was still complaining in the background, so they lean in like they're about to kiss for real - but then I woke up.