#smooching all of my sunday lovers mwah and mwah and mwah

[teddybeartoji]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @kisstoru @mossmotif

Sunday anyone?

[yuukimiyas]

g’morn & happy sunday funday!! (◍´꒳`(´꒳`◍ ) ♡ im comin in for a squeeze & a lil cheek smooch!! mwah!! im wrkin my sunday baby shift & then i can return home to lover boy & all of my big snuggie blankies ꒰ღ˘◡˘ற꒱ i hope today sets a lovely tone as we prepare for a holiday wk!! <33

[sebsxphia]

seb my love i hope you’re doing and feeling okay!!! sending you lots of love and hugs and forehead smooches 🫂🤍

thinking about domestic life with rhett on the farm. raising animals and a couple of kids and just being in pure bliss with him 🥹

shelby my love!! <33

thank you so much, i’m doing okay!! little all over the place today, but we ball. i hope you’re doing and feeling okay yourself my love!! sending you lots of forehead smooches, love and hugs right back at you!! 💖���

oh this is my literal dream! you have three horses, one for you and rhett and another for your eldest kid who rhett is currently teaching how to ride, just like daddy. sometimes rhett will take your youngest out for a ride, but not without you watching anxiously from the porch. rhett always tells you not to worry, he did this for a living, to which you reply, “i know, that’s why i get scared.”

you have a handful of cattle and goats and twelve chickens. on mother’s day, rhett carries the youngest on his hip and lets the eldest run ahead to the chicken coup to grab the eggs. you wake up in your bed to your two kiddos jumping into the bed with you and rhett carrying in a tray with eggs on toast behind them. they look a little lopsided from the kids helping him make them, but they’re made with love from the chickens you and rhett helped raise together when you first moved into your farm.

summer evenings are spent sat on the porch watching rhett throw a baseball between your two kids, picking them up and throwing them over his shoulder. nothing could be sweeter than the sound of their giggles and screams rhett gets out of them when he plays with them. or you take your horses out to the furthest pasture and have a dinner picnic, watching the sun set.

when the colder winter time approaches, you spend them nestled on the couch with woven blankets and the open fire roaring, both of your little ones playing with the new cowboy toy sets you got them for christmas.

the pure bliss is still sunday mornings with just you and rhett. the kids are normally asleep for an extra thirty minutes after you both tired them out the day before from all the work on the ranch they helped you with.

you feel rhett’s stubble grazing against your cheek and his hair tickling your neck. “mornin’ darlin’.” his southern drawl is lower in the mornings and it makes your thighs squeeze together at the vibrations running down your spine. you hum in a blissed out response and roll over to meet your lovers gaze, tucking the stray strands of hair behind his ear. “do i ever tell you how pretty you look, angel?” rhett murmurs with a sleepily grin. “all the time, cowboy.” you reply before crashing your lips against his, his warm frame capturing you. that’s how child number three was convinced.

thank you so so much for this my love!! 💌 this was an absolute delight to think about and made me all warm and fuzzy 🥹 ilysm!!! mwah!!! 🫶🏼💖