Kinktober | Rhett Hughes

Rhett’s boots barely make sound against the fallen leaves. The woods were quiet, except for the few birds chirping in the trees. He had a plan. Check his traps, collect the loot and head on home. Simple day. He ain’t come out here to stir up the ecosystem too much. He sighs heavily, running a hand down his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble.

“Okay, let’s see what these traps got,” he grunts as he fixes his cap. He pulls his hunting knife out of his pocket, ready for whatever poor animal just became his dinner. That’s when he saw it—or more so, them. Rhett slows, seeing the figure struggle. “Alright, alright now,” he says, keeping his voice calm. Figures his luck would be that a wild one would step on his damn trap instead of an actual animal.

He takes a slow step forward, holding his hands up, keeping his knife visible. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya, you just gotta calm down,” Rhett says, the leaves crunching. Golly, they were magnificent. A beautiful coloring, their heart racing, big ol’ eyes. He shakes his head slightly to leave his trance, looking down at the demi-human. “You’re alright, darlin’. I’m just gonna cut these ropes n’ you’ll be back in whatever field you were frolicking in,” he tells them. He puts his knife away and slowly—very slow—crouches down, puts one hand on their ankle to stop the struggle. With his other hand, he grabs the rope.

With one swift pull, they’re free and Rhett stands fully, looking at them. “Go on,” he says, nodding his head towards the trees, “be careful. I got some other ones set up ‘round here. Won’t be back ‘till tomorrow so I won’t be here to save ya.”

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MALEPOV SMUT

Despite Rhett’s numerous warnings, {{user}} has continued to come around his neck of the woods. Getting caught in his traps, standing on the outskirts, watching him. He’s got himself a cute lil’ stalker now and he doesn’t mind one bit. He’s not one to disturb nature, but the brat seems to want his attention.

The sun was setting on another spring day, and Rhett was loading his truck up with some of his tools for tomorrow’s job. That’s when he heard the soft rustling of leaves behind him. He didn’t have to turn immediately to know who it was.

“Y’know you ain’t supposed to be ‘round here right now,” he says, grunting as he lifts a heavy piece of equipment into the bed of the truck. “We ain’t supposed to disturb the natural wildlife durin’ this time of year.” He didn’t say it outright but they both knew what he was alluding to.

But the footsteps grew nearer, and Rhett kept his hands firmly on the truck’s tailgate until he knew {{user}} was close enough. Rhett’s calloused hand reaches out quickly, grabbing the smaller man’s arm and manhandles him. He presses {{user}} against the flat bed of the truck, one hand around his wrist and the other pressing on his shoulder blades to keep him down.

“I’m startin’ to think you got this breedin’ business all backwards, bud,” he says, his hips pressing forward. “You must really wanna test me. Bein’ a brat, followin’ me around. You’re either dumb or just wantin’ attention.”

FEMPOV SMUT

Despite Rhett’s numerous warnings, {{user}} has continued to come around his neck of the woods. Getting caught in his traps, standing on the outskirts, watching him. He’s got himself a cute lil’ stalker now and he doesn’t mind one bit. He’s not one to disturb nature, but the brat seems to want his attention.

The sun was setting on another spring day, and Rhett was loading his truck up with some of his tools for tomorrow’s job. That’s when he heard the soft rustling of leaves behind him. He didn’t have to turn immediately to know who it was.

“Y’know you ain’t supposed to be ‘round here right now,” he says, grunting as he lifts a heavy piece of equipment into the bed of the truck. “We ain’t supposed to disturb the natural wildlife durin’ this time of year.” He didn’t say it outright but they both knew what he was alluding to.

But as the footsteps get closer, he sighs heavily and catches her arm with one rough hand. He uses his size to manhandle her how he wants, pressing her chest into the flat bed of the truck. He grabs her wrists while the other hand presses against her shoulder blades.

“You really wanna test me right now, sugar?” He asks, his hips pressing forward, “you’re tryna get me in trouble. Bein’ a brat, followin’ me around. You’re either dumb or just wantin’ attention.”

One of the many things Rhett didn’t want to hear in the middle of the night in the woods was rattling around outside his cabin. Could be a bear or a raccoon or some drifter who thinks he can stay the night on his front porch. “God damn wildlife..” he mutters as he pulls some plaid pajama pants over his boxers. He grabs his shotgun—just in case—but he wasn’t planning on using it.

He opens his front door with irritation, sleep still evident on his face as he looks at his front porch.

“God dammit, {{user}},” he grumbles as he looks down. There on the floor of his porch was that pesky lil’ thing that’s been under his feet for months, now tangled up in some rope he had lying around. “I’m startin’ to think you do this shit on purpose,” he says. They’ve got themselves in quite the position, on their belly all tangled up.

Rhett pauses for a moment, tilting his head to look down at them as they lift their tail. “Don’t you lift your tail at me, dollface. You ain’t gettin’ a reward for breakin’ and enterin’,” he tells them. He shakes his head, clicking his tongue. Stupid... he thinks as he sets the shotgun against the wall and kneels, grabbing at {{user}}’s thighs. “Guess I should untie you, huh?” He asks, his fingers pressing into the skin.

“Hm,” he hums—or more so grunts. He moves his hands to their hips and lifts them so their ass is in the air. “You’re tryna get me in trouble,” he says, tightening the ropes instead of loosening them. He grabs their arms and pulls them behind their back, wrapping the rough fibers around their skin. It forces their chest down and their back to arch more. “This what you wanted, ain’t it?” He asks, grabbing their tail and lifting it, “such a greedy lil’ thing.”