#rhett x cage; thread

[everettellington]

Despite the fact that Rhett had lived in Maine his entire life, the male usually wanted nothing to do with the winters that came along with living there. Sure, he enjoyed the winter and at one point even enjoyed the activities that came along with it - building snowmen, snow ball fights, hot cocoa as you sat on the porch and watched it fall - it was all things he'd missed about Isla being grown now. But he definitely preferred the warmer months of the year, that was for sure. His attention returned to the other, nodding when he said she was between a few. "I think that's a wise decision. And she'll tell you I'm sure, even if it is just with her body language." he laughed. "Seems like you need one. Balance out those wedding and photos of the kids even if those are the best ways to fill the walls of a home."

"Nah, you're not alone," he laughed, looking over at Everett. "I know of a lot of people who would choose summer over winter. Not me." Cage was a Mainer through and through, had grown up being told by his father that he had been built for harsh winters, could probably fall asleep in the snow if he had to. Maybe that had played into the 'Moose' nickname a little bit that had stuck with him through high school and a little after. That, or he had been a force on the football field. "I guess you'll have to come back around in the summer time and get a beach scene," he joked, pointing to the gallery around them. As he was asked about which pieces Cordelia had been looking at, he see-sawed his head, "a few. I'm just using process of elimination to see which one she ends up stopping by the most times tonight. We've still got a few empty walls in the house that aren't covered in wedding or kid photos, so I figure why not? Charity and all, too, that's a good added bonus."

[seeyalaterinnovator]

Float Away- Rhett Abbott x Reader

Rhett Abbott x reader smutty drabble... I feel so rusty but my wonderful friend @hederasgarden really inspired me the other day to work on this... the idea itself really belongs to her as well as she initially wrote the idea, and this is my take on it (with her permission of course)

Content warnings: NSFW content (18+ please), overstimulation, afab reader, reader has enough hair to pull, pet names .. please let me know if I missed any

WC: 750

“C’mon darlin’, just let go, I got you.” 

Rhett’s calloused hands gripped firmly at the silky, tender flesh of your hips and tugged them up closer to his own. A throaty, desperate whine passed through parted lips in response to the resulting achy, warm burn that pulled at your sides, your spine stretched impossibly farther each time his strong hips rocked against your plump ass. You tried (and failed) to shake your head no, but it was no use as your cheek was pressed firmly into the mattress. “I-I can’t Rhett, I can’t, not again.” You panted, words nearly lost against the cool fabric of the sheets that did little to quell the ever growing flush present on your face. He’d been at this for some time, and you’d lost count of how many times your core fluttered and spasmed around him. Still, Rhett knew your body and knew you had more to give, more to let go of. 

The warmth of his hand crawled over the curve of your ass and kneaded the flesh, his eyes blown with lust at how pliant you were in his grasp. His strong hand continued its path along the sinew of your spine, following each dip and curve until it settled between your shoulder blades. With just enough pressure to steal your breath away, he pressed down on that spot, your chest sinking further into the mattress.“You can, and you will.” His voice, like warmed honey, served to ease the tension that lingered in your frame. 

Behind you, his weight shifted closer and his body caged you in. A warm puff of breath tickled at your skin, his hand soon replaced by his lips in the center of your back. There he placed a light, teasing kiss, serving to ground you in the moment. “Rhett I-” Your eyes shined with unshed tears that finally rolled down the side of your face as you screwed them shut.

“You will because I told you to. Don’t forget, I know exactly what you need.” He warned, his voice thick with need. Rhett held back and ignored the tingling sensation that steadily grew at the base of his spine. This wasn’t about him. He could hold off a little longer if it meant that he could get you to that headspace you desperately craved. 

You were close, body strung taught like a bow, your muscles trembled with every thrust and touch. Your mind hummed with the desire to submit, to give in to his will and just float away. Yet you fought against the current, unable to allow the ebb and flow to drown out the rest of the world. Rhett threaded his calloused fingertips through the roots of your hair and pulled, winding the tendrils into his grasp tight enough to force your head back. Pain pricked at your scalp and fresh tears collected at the corners of your eyes. A sharp gasp was music to Rhett’s ears, he knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

“C’mon Baby, do it for me.” He pleaded through a smile. 

Rhett’s free hand wound around your hip and buried itself in the velvet heat between your legs. His finger stroked against your clit with firm steady movements and your core pulsed in response. His hips thrusted faster as he threw more weight and strength into you. Unable to stave off the tightening coil that sat like a heavy weight low in your abdomen, you gave in and allowed your body to relax into your boyfriend. 

“Oh, I-!” You came with a cry, fingers fisting at the sheets you were pressed tightly into. 

“I know, I know.” He shushed, his own pleasure chasing after your own. 

For a moment, the only sound that filled the room was your combined heavy pants and the occasional groan from Rhett as your core still fluttered around him. He took a moment to compose himself and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the dirty blond locks away from the beads of sweat that gathered on his forehead. 

A heavy, sated warmth spread through your body, weighing down your limbs to the point where you weren’t sure if you could move them on your own accord. Rhett was two steps ahead of you though as he gently guided your hips back down against the mattress and stretched your stiff, sore legs out. You were pure putty in his hands. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You did so good for me.” He whispered, hands gently caressing and rubbing back the life into your legs.

[everettellington]

If Rhett's wife were still alive, he was nearly certain Naomi would've wanted this painting in their home. Which was exactly why he was contemplating buying it. He'd give it some though; he was never one to make rational decisions after all. It wasn't until he heard the other's comment that he laughed. "I am." he admitted. "I'm not a winter type of guy at all." he commented, giving a shrug. "I'm sure that wasn't a question you were looking for a literal answer to though was it?" he questioned, chuckling a bit. It was when the other mentioned he was eyeballing paintings and making mental notes of what his wife wanted that he felt his smile widen. "Ah, happy wife happy life." he joked. "That's sweet man. What's she eyeballing tonight?"

Cage and Cordelia's decor style was an interesting blend; Cage liked rustic, landscapes of farm fields and red barns, handmade wooden shelves filled with things they had picked up on their travels, hanging plants and tapestries from Collab. Cordelia was a touch more modern, probably had a little more taste than he did, knew what she was looking at and where it would go. That was probably why he kept mental notes the whole night of what she was looking at, what she seemed to pay special attention to. "More of a summer than a winter?" he asked on a laugh, taking a sip of the water, clearly joking with the older man, but he knew what he meant. Sometimes good didn't mean that you wanted t for yourself. "There's a couple pieces my wife's been eyeing up, might snag one of those."

[everettellington]

Truthfully, none of the pieces he'd seen so far went with the rest of the decor in his home. Despite the fact there were still a few touches of his wife's decor style thrown throughout his house, it had been quickly turned into a bachelor pad once his daughter moved out. Browns, grays, mismatched furniture was all pretty much his style and so far there was nothing here that he could see taking home to add to his walls. "At this moment nothing's caught my eye." he admitted, the blues, purples, whites and sparkles used so vividly in the photos feeling a bit too much for his home. "I have to say they're good but, it's not my decor style. What about you? Any you're looking at?"

WHO: Cage & @everettellington

WHERE: From Brush to Canvas, coastal area

WHEN: Snowflake Gala (January 25, 2025)

Although Cage had never really had an interest in art, he had to admit that the pieces on display that evening were pretty amazing. The blues and purples and whites and silvers, the added touches of metallic and silver. The photographs displaying places he had never seen before under a blanket of white. The temptation to buy was there, but for right in that moment, he was content with looking. Lifting his glass of water to his lips, he glanced sidelong as a familiar face approached, offering Everett a smile and a nod. "Thinking of buying anything?"