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rhettabbotts · 5 months

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"you've made me the happiest I've ever been" with DILF!Rhett it just screams him once he's found love again 🥹🥹

the moment i knew - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: the one where rhett finds himself falling in love again.

warnings: none. just some good ole fluff with our favorite old man.

It was the perfect autumn day. The sun was high in the sky. There was a slight breeze through the air but your hands were warm from the hot apple cider in the paper cup you were carrying around the pumpkin patch. Grace and Ellie were walking, nearly running, ahead of you and Rhett in the corn maze. They insisted they knew which way to go and Rhett couldn’t hold back his grin every time you ran into a dead end.

“Remind me to never go anywhere with them when they start driving,” you joked, not paying attention to the way you inserted yourself into Rhett’s future. It was still new, this thing between you and him. You had not established what you were yet and here you were planning on being there when his daughters reached driving age.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll be glad to have someone around to help me teach them because god knows they’ll probably give me a heart attack,” Rhett joked, his rough - much larger hand - intertwined with yours. “I haven’t seen them smile like this in a long time. They really only smile like that when you’re around.”

“Oh, I don’t think- I mean corn mazes make everyone happy. Except for the haunted ones. I could never go through a haunted one. I would probably cry-” you stopped talking when you saw Rhett’s smile. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“I love it,” he grinned, tightening his grip on your hand.

Grace was calling your name from just a few feet in front of you and she was so excited to show you the ear of purple corn she just found. You walked with her and Ellie, leaving Rhett to trail behind several paces. He couldn’t stop the way his heart fluttered watching you joke and laugh with his daughters. He thought it would’ve been impossible to find love again, especially after his nasty divorce from the girls’ mother.

You made it easy. Your smile could like up any room you walked into and you took everything with stride. You accepted him with wounded heart and the life he had built before you. And you loved his girls. That was more than he could ever ask for.

He inhaled deeply as the thought crossed his mind. It hit him like a runaway freight train. Swift and hard. He loved you. He was in love with you and he could see himself being with you for a very long time.

Rhett kept the thought to himself as you found your way out of the maze and the girls took off to the bounce house they had set up. You walked beside one another, pinkies locking and arms swinging as you made your way to a vacant hay bale.

“They’re going to be asleep the second we leave here,” you observed, smiling softly to yourself as you watched them play.

“Hey,” Rhett spoke, voice a little shaky.

“Hmm?”

“I just- I wanted to tell you that- you’ve really made such an impact on the girls. They adore you.”

“They’re the best,” you said.

“And you’ve made an impact on me, too. I haven’t felt this way in a very long time. You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I wanted you to know that. This- what we’re doing- it’s not me messing around. I’m in this.”

You fought back the tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes and you bit your wobbling lip. Heart soaring, you wrapped your arms tight around his neck. And he pulled you in closer. A hug that felt like a promise. A promise that you’d never let go of one another.

“I love you, Rhett. I’m sorry. I- I couldn’t hold that in any longer.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, let’s go wrangle those turkeys.”

And as you walked back to the truck, Ellie on one hip and Grace holding your other hand, Rhett found his new beginning. With no one else other than his favorite girls in the entire world.

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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The “who hurt you “ trope but you show up at Rhetts door at 2am

-🥊😘

“who hurt you?”

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ c/w: mentions of violence and injury, descriptions of injury, mentions of abuse, swearing, kissing, rhett is a big softie who wants to protect you.

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Rhett’s sure he heard the knocking on his front door. He was coming out of his slumber and couldn’t work out if it was in his dream, or real life, but then he heard the knocking again, far louder this time. He was sure that it was a pounding on his front door. He slipped on a pair of boxers from the day before and a plaid shirt was thrown haphazardly over his shoulders. It was freezing during the Wabang winters now and he would be damned if he was going to catch a cold.

He padded down the stairs and into his hallway to hear another pounding. His door was shaking with the force. “I’m coming, Jesus fu—” He unlocked the door and opened it to see you with your hands wrapped tightly around your arms, and trying to incase some of the warmth into your shaking frame from the cold. You peered up at him and squinted your eyes at the warm brightness inside his home. The light purple bruise on your eye that was starting to form made it harder to look at him. The gash on the side of your temple was boring into your skull, with dried blood trickling down onto your cheek. “Jesus Christ.” He muttered under his breath and your name in tow, before ushering you quickly you inside.

He shed the plaid shirt and wrapped it around your quivering shoulders. He gently cupped your face in the hallway where you both stood still and tilted you up to look at him. He was hyper-aware that there could be other injuries he wasn’t aware of. You looked at him with guilt spreading across your face. It was sheepish almost, but Rhett wore a look of only worry on his face.

“Who hurt you?” His tone was firm and unwavering.

You were childhood sweethearts long ago and you’d both enjoyed your younger teenage years together and early adult lives, but things got in the way and you were no longer together.

“Shit happens,” Is what you told Rhett, however you found in the more recent months, you were getting closer to each other again. Sometimes you wondered late at night if you could ever truly tear apart from one another. The relationship you held with each other could never be argued about or even understood. The only thing he knew is that he would bury someone in the ground for you and protect you with his still, beating heart.

His eyes bore into yours awaiting your reply. He was waiting for the name of who he was going to ruin the next day. You knew your Rhett and his tendencies to loose all control over anyone who would even dare to look your way, so you opted for the safer option, not looking him in the eye when you told him. You pulled away from his soft hold and stumbled to the kitchen chair and slouched down. “Darren.” You muttered out, looking down at your scuffed cowboy boots, a gift from Rhett for your twenty first birthday.

“Darren.” Rhett repeated with a grunt and clenched fists by his sides. Darren was your new fling and while Rhett knew about him, and he knew he had no real hold on you anymore, it burned at his insides like acid. Rhett also knew he had no place to ask what you were doing with Darren, but he needed to know why you showed up at his door at two in the morning with blood running down your face and a nasty bruise forming on your eye.

Rhett reached for the first aid kit in the top kitchen cupboard and came to kneel by your side in the dimly lit kitchen. His nostrils were flared and you saw how he was trying to steady his breathing. Shallow and deep breaths came out of him, and you knew he was already plotting his downfall.

Rhett broke the tense silence first. “What the fuck did Darren do t’ you, angel?”

That name. Fuck sake. That fucking name. Rhett’s words were laced with venom, poised and ready to attack your attacker but the name “angel,” simply made tears swell in your eyes and it stung the bruised one. You remembered when Rhett called you angel. It was always during the softer times at night when your bodies were entwined with each other, talking about your future together, or when he consoled you after you didn’t get into your dream college.

“He wasn’t aiming for me. He went for some guy standing next to me, but he ducked at the right time and Darren’s fist met me instead.”

Rhett scoffed and made a mental note that Darren had a lazy punch. That would be good to know for tomorrow.

He dipped the cotton ball in the luke warm water and dabbed cautiously at the wound on your temple. You let out a hiss, gritting your teeth together and scrunching your eyes shut. Another groan left your chapped lips as the pain in your eye swelled from the scrunching. You felt one of Rhett’s hands rest on your jean clad thigh and give it a reassuring squeeze, his thumb running soothing circles over your flesh. “I know, I know. It’s gon’ sting, I’m sorry.” Rhett never apologised to anyone. Only you.

“If it were me punching some guy f’ you, I wouldn’t do it anywhere near you.”

You huffed out a small laugh at Rhett’s attempt to ease the pain. “I know. I remember.” You reminded him.

“Did you drive?”

You hesitated on your answer. No matter the response, it wasn’t going to help you try and hide what happened.

“No, I ran.”

Rhett’s eyebrows twisted downwards ever so slightly.

“I live a good mile away from town, angel.”

“After everything happened I screamed at Darren, like I lost it Rhett.” You twiddled with the hem of your t-shirt as Rhett continued to patch you up. You still couldn’t look at him. You felt shame clouding your senses. “He lost it back at me. I’d never seen him like that. I mean sure, we’ve only been dating like a month, but… But you really see peoples true colours when they’re drunk, huh.”

Your statement was laced with a double meaning. You remembered when Rhett got drunk, sure he would defend you within an inch of your life, but he would never scream at you. Never. He would cling to you all night and whisper sweet nothings in your ear about how you were the only one for him. It stung more than the wound on the side of your face to know that you might’ve lost that.

Rhett stuck a butterfly band aid to the side of your face and cleaned up the rest of your blood. “‘nd the gash?” He paused. “He punched you, angel. Y’ don’t get that after a blow t’ the eye.”

Now Rhett was finished with bandaging you up, he could slip his hands to yours and give them a light squeeze. He wanted you to know that he was here. He was going to listen to anything you had to say and reassure you with all his might. The tears that had pooled in your eyes from before were now slipping over and onto your cheeks. You held his gaze and bit your bottom lip harshly. You were trying to stop the sobs that wanted to tear from your throat. You winced as you reminisced what followed after and how you got the gash.

You didn’t need to say it, Rhett knew.

His eyes softened at seeing you like this. He wanted to reassure you that he heard you, but he felt a bile form in his throat. He could feel it threatening to spew out of him. The idea of someone intentionally hurting his angel made him nauseous.

“I was s’ scared. I didn’t know anywhere else to go, expect here.” You blubbered out between small sobs now leaving your throat. Rhett shuffled closer to you and removed his hands from yours to hold your face again, lovingly.

“You don’t have t’ be scared anymore, angel. Y’ can always find your way back home ‘ere.”

You nodded in his hands and gave him a thankful look with all you could muster without your face contorting into pain again.

“Can I stay with you tonight, Rhett? Please?”

Rhett was baffled that you even had to ask, but he understood that the injuries could very easily adhere your thinking.

“Of course, angel. I’ll always protect you.” A featherlight kiss was pressed to your cheek. He could taste your salty tears and it only made his insides wrench further in disgust at the man, no boy, who hurt you. No man would do this.

He bent down and wrapped his arms around your waist, and you instinctively hoisted yourself onto his. You rested your head into the crook of his shoulder. One hand cradled your legs as they attached to his hips and another softly smoothed over the back of your hair. You inhaled his familiar scent of cedar wood and spearmint. You felt safe as Rhett carried you to his bed that was once yours as well.

He sat you on what used to be your side of the bed and the mattress moved underneath you, as if to welcome your figure that once laid there. He gently shed you of his plaid shirt and your t-shirt underneath. In between the loss of your clothes, he pressed another feather light kiss to your cheek.

“You okay?” He checked in with you. When you nodded in response, he retrieved your old sleep shirt from his chest of drawers. He shed a slither of embarrassment at the prospect of still keeping your clothes, but it melted away when you accepted it with the first smile on your face that he had seen all evening.

“Arms up,” His voice was a soft instruction. You did as he asked and he slipped the top over you. It fitted like a warm hug, something that always fitted you perfectly. Just like Rhett. “I’ll help y’ take off y’ jeans now alright, angel?” He knelt down and brushed his fingers over the button and zipper. He un-did them with ease and slipped your jeans off. It was like you were a deer that he had seen in the forest who he didn’t want to spook. You’d always appreciated Rhett’s softer side.

However, his softness contorted into ferocious anger once again on his face. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw the second graze on your kneecap. “I fell to my knees after, he— he—” Your voice wavered again and you felt the tears sting at your waterline once more.

“I know, angel. I know. It’s not as bad as the others, I can patch it up tomorrow, alright?” Rhett reached up to wipe the one tear off your cheek. His lips gently met your flesh just above the graze on your kneecap and you sniffled at his adoring touch.

All clothes and shoes were now shed, and he picked up the empty glass on his bedside table. He went to leave the room but you stopped him in the doorway with a hold on his wrist. You looked at him with a pleading look and a small pout on your lips. You didn’t want him to leave you.

“It’s okay, angel. I’m jus’ goin’ t’ the bathroom t’ get you some water.” You hesitantly let go and got back into bed, shuffling up to the headboard and tucking your knees under your chin.

The weight of the mattress dipped again when Rhett sat next to you. He held the glass at the base while your still trembling hands held onto one side, helping you drink. “I’ll fill it up again for the night ‘nd then come into bed with you, alright?” He pressed a kiss to your temple, the side that wasn’t injured. You nodded in response and pulled the covers over your body, and slouched down into the pillows.

They smelt like Rhett, and you inhaled his scent and hair products again, deeper this time. The smell that flooded your nostrils made you inhale deeply. You felt a breath you’d been holding onto all night slip out. Rhett came back and made his way round to the other side of the bed. He slinked in beside you and you could feel his fingers rest on your upper arm first, testing the waters. He felt you relax under his touch and he took it as a welcome signal. You shuffled back into him and he slid his arm around yours and pulled you into his warm chest, his chin resting just above your head.

Another kiss was placed to the top of your head and you heard Rhett speak up, his drawl coaxing his words. A familiarity you’d missed so much recently. “You’re safe, angel. I’m never lettin’ you go again.”

That was the last thing you heard Rhett murmur to you before you fell asleep in his arms. Safe at last.

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delopsia · 3 months

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Rhett has never really gotten the whole Valentine's thing.

You noticed it the first February you spent together; he'd been tilting his head at the endless pink and red aisles, quietly asking you what the point of it all was. Why give chocolates and plushes on a specific day when you can do it year-round? What's so special about it all?

He says all that as if he doesn't participate in it, too. Bringing you plushes of adorable animals holding little red hearts, sweets and flowers, and anything else that reminded him of you. He may not understand it, but he's not about to let his feelings cause him to miss out on spoiling you with your favorite things.

This year, though, you've got an idea.

With the recent hustle and bustle around the ranch he's working at, Rhett hasn't been home as much as usual. And when he is, those pretty eyes are so damn sleepy that he's got no energy to look around and notice where you've begun stashing things.

A bottle of champagne because every time he sees it in the store, he wonders what it tastes like. Variety chocolates, too many boxes of candy hearts, a bath gift set because he's always bugging you to take a bath together. Chocolate-covered pretzels, cookies, and handmade candies from the little shop that just opened in town. Best of all, you've gotten your hands on a pink masturbation sleeve. So well colored that it practically disappears once you've tucked everything into the basket, tied off with a long red ribbon.

Rhett heads out the door before dawn on Valentine's Day, leaving you with his traditional kiss on the forehead and a small bundle of goodies on the bedside table, ready for you to find them when your eyes open. It's full of all your usual favorites, topped off with an oversized plush of a strawberry cow. He must have kept it hidden in his clothes because when you hug it to your chest, it smells like him.

His eyes were hardly open when he left the house, and they're much of the same when he stumbles through the front door sometime after seven, calling your name as he toes off his boots. The only reason he notices the rose petals and candles scattered across the floor, is because one of his shoes fell off the rack.

He's not entirely sure what to think. Poking at the tiny, battery-powered candles with his foot as he follows the trail you've created for him. Still calling out your name, unsure as to why you have yet to show yourself.

It's the basket that gets him to stop in his tracks. Adorably placed in the center of the bed, right next to your brand-new cow. Virtually silent as he shifts the items inside, a grin sprawling across his face as he takes in all of the things you've gathered for him.

Soft hands appear on his waist, leading the way as your arms wrap around him, "Happy Valentine's Day, cowboy."

"Y' got all this fer me?" He's already toying with one of the chocolates, trying his best to conceal the excitement that rushes through his system.

And so far, he hasn't noticed his new toy.

"Mhm," pressing your lips to the back of his neck.

You knew he would open that bath set first, sleepy eyes flickering between you and the bathroom as if to ask for one more gift. So what if you've already got the water good and warm, ready to go the moment you turn it back on? It's just a coincidence.

It's been a minute since you've watched him peel off his shirt, pale skin bearing a few more bruises than normal. A scattering of blue and purple across his ribs from the unbridled rage of a particularly fussy heifer. Green and yellow spots on his thighs, with an origin he doesn't quite recall, but lets you kiss them regardless.

The water is absurdly pink, and if you'd known there was glitter in this bath bomb, you would have chosen a different set. You'll be sparkling for weeks. But you've already settled into it; Rhett is situating his back against your chest, head resting against yours, and you can't bring yourself to complain. Especially not when he dares to bite into a nondescript chocolate, nose wrinkling as he realizes it's filled with artificial cherry.

"Ain't even the good kind," he grumbles, tossing it toward the trash bin. For once, his aim is perfect.

But his disappointment is short-lived. Cut short by the lips that appear on his naked shoulder, the bad one that never truly recovered from his rodeo wreck. Guiding yourself up the side of his neck, drinking in his pretty groan as his mouth meets with yours, albeit strained from the angle.

Your hands roam across his soft belly, daring to dip down to massage the insides of his thighs, just shy of his rapidly swelling cock. Rubbing up, up, up, to lightly trace your nails across his balls, then back down again. Those eyelashes are fluttering. Breathing a little quicker than he was before.

"Where did...where did you get..." stumbling over his own words, as your hand reaches off to the side and produces that little sleeve. Pale pink, textured on the inside, just opaque enough for you to see through it.

Getting lube on him while in the water is certainly a...process, but Rhett is so damn eager that he hardly seems to notice your struggle.

You know you've made a good decision when his hips buck up, water sloshing as he cries out, so surprised by the feel of this unassuming little toy. One of your hands splays out against his chest, holding him to you, can feel the way his heart jumps when you glide the toy across him again.

"Again," he babbles, pawing at your wrist, still pumping him, "do that, do that—hah!"

It's a wonder the water stays in the bath because he can hardly keep himself still. Squirming and involuntarily kicking his legs, clinging to your wrist one moment and squeezing the edge of the tub the next. Only manages to keep still when he's twisted and turned enough to jam his head into the crook of your neck, panting so heavily that he sounds like he's run a marathon.

You could string it out. Edge him until he can't hold back any longer, but the exhaustion in his bones suggests he can't take any more pushing this week. So when he starts whimpering about being close, begging and begging you to let him cum, you do. Marveling at the sight of his head tilting, eyes falling shut as he cums with a cry that echoes all throughout the house.

By the time you get him into bed, he's as limp as a damn noodle. Struggling to keep himself upright, damn near falling into the sheets the moment he's close enough. The only reason he doesn't fall asleep when his head hits the pillow is because he's too busy waiting for you to settle into his arms.

Then he falls asleep in the middle of his thank you. And maybe he's starting to get the point of this whole Valentine's thing because you wake up to the feeling of him kissing your thighs late in the morning. Smooches punctuated with lazy mutterings about how he wishes Valentine's Day lasted a whole week rather than just one day.

He makes the festivities last for an entire seven days, that's for sure.

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withahappyrefrain · 9 months

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Rhett Abbott has a biting kink pass it on ✍🏾

Yes he does and it goes both ways

You're not quite sure where he got the idea that he "wasn't much to look at". In fact, you want to have a stern conversation with whoever put that idea in his head (your money was on Perry).

Because right now, he looks absolutely beautiful underneath you, blonde hair ruffled from your earlier ministrations, lips parted as soft moans escape every time your hips rock down, those baby blue eyes of his almost black with lust.

"You're so pretty baby." Rhett can only groan at your words. He's clearly overwhelmed with how you're bouncing up and down on his cock, your tight walls squeezing him so fucking well.

He feels absolutely incredible. Every time you grind your hips down, it takes your breath away, how big he is, how full he makes you feel.

But you know he's been holding off. Always the gentleman, focused on you coming (multiple times).

Now it's his turn.

You lean over, hands roaming over his bare chest, making their way to his sun kissed locks. His head lifts up, mouth finding one of your breasts to latch onto.

With your fingers tugging on his hair, Rhett was in his ideal heaven; engulfed by you and only you.

"C'mon baby, want you to fill me up," you grunted, teeth nipping along his collarbone.

An obscene moan fell from Rhett's lips, "F-fuck, feel s'good."

His large hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips as he used his strength to bounce you along his cock. You sometimes forget how strong he was, until moments like this.

The only sounds in your bedroom now were breathless moans and lewd reminders of your previous orgasms.

As you moved your hips, your mouth trailer up from his collarbone to where his jawline met his neck.

Your teeth sunk into his skin, leaving a constellations of bite marks across his neck. In the morning, there'll be a painting of marks and hickies of varying degrees, pretty shades of red and purple swirling around your work.

He won't try to hide it. If anything, he'll find a reason to wear a Tshirt, showing off your art.

Rhett loves it, loves showing off your work. To him, it's a great reminder to not just him, but to everyone else that he's yours. A subtle middle finger to all those who said he was wasting his time pining for you.

His lips let out a gutteral groan upon your teeth sinking into his pulse point. After several uncoordinated thrusts, you felt him releasing inside of you, filling you with his warmth.

"Fuckin' hell baby," Rhett said after catching his breath, running his hand through his sweaty hair.

You simply grinned before placing a kiss on his ruddy cheek, "You love it."

"Damn straight."

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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Play On Player (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: After the big game you and Rhett decide to have some fun in the locker room and at his place

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Warnings apply to all

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @sebsxphia @callmemana

The stadium was as loud as ever with the cheering crowds, the shrill blow of a whistle and the clattering of helmets as the two teams went toe to toe against each other. It was late, almost ten thirty as the game went into overtime, everyone a tired and sweaty mess, wanting nothing more than to go home.

"Think imma throw up," Bo Andreola groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"Puke bucket's behind ya if ya'll need it," Coach Harris chuckled.

"Ain't nobody pukin yet," Coach Carter told him. "Still got two minutes left."

The whistle blew again and sure enough the teams went at it, scrambling to tackle, defend or grab the ball in whatever way they saw fit. Either one more touchdown or running out the clock would've done them good. It would be a close game, a butt-clencher of epic proportions. The whistle blew again and just in the nick of time. The smallest member of the team and a pledge to the Delta Tau Epsilon Fraternity, Rhett's own, had managed to earn the team a field goal kick.

"Alright, Abbott, Dutton, Andreola, get your asses in their and give'em hell!" Coach Harris ordered.

Rhett, Kayce and Bo grabbed their helmets and charged right in there, ready to kick some ass and take names before the night was over. Rhett looked up at the jumbotron and could see you in the crowd with some of the Phi Gamma girls as well as a few of his brothers. Foster and Cairo were both huddled together under Foster's big Montana State blanket, pulling you in as you waved to everyone.

Rhett could feel himself coming alive, a fire burning deep inside as he crouched behind several of the players. Rowdy Collins, the smallest member of the team, lined himself up and kicked the ball right through the goal, the crowd roaring with glee as the points went to the Bobcats.

"And the ball goes to Rhett Abbott of Montana State, he's got it, he's got it, just another yard and TOUCHDOWN!!!!!"

Rhett skidded into the endzone, rolling right on his back and landing with the ball right where he needed to be. He jumped right up as the rest of the team scrambled towards him, lifting Rhett up onto their shoulders.

The crowd went absolutely bonkers, the two head coaches in complete disbelief. Never in the entirety of John Carter and Kurt Harris's careers had they seen such a sudden victory. Proud as they were, they hadn't expected to have a cooler full of purple Gatorade dumped all over them once the team came back.

Family, friends, frat brothers and sorority sisters rushed the fields, yourself included, in the heat of their own ecstasy. Rhett saw you coming and caught you right in his arms, planting a heated kiss right on your lips. You didn't care that he was a sweaty, disgusting mess or that his gear was all covered in grass stains and dirt. All that mattered to you both was the moment at hand.

Rhett and several members of the team gave a few words to the reporters who had showed up, but you could tell that all he wanted was to get the hell out of there and go home.

"You ok Rhett?" you asked as he buried his face in the curve of your neck.

"Wanna go home," he mumbled. "Want you so bad."

You felt his sweaty, stubbly chin grazing a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The two of you moved your way away from the crowd, sneaking away unnoticed into the locker room where Rhett completely stripped himself of his gear, taking only his jersey to be thrown in the washer later.

You waited for him and finally he returned, completely showered off and feeling much better. He kissed your cheek first and then your jaw, finally trailing to your lips, humming into the kiss as you returned it.

"Wanna go back home?" he asked.

You nodded. You yourself were dead tired but thankfully there were no classes tomorrow and that it was already the start of spring break.

Rhett kissed you again, backing you up just ever so slightly until you felt the cool concrete against your back and Rhett's denim clad hips against yours. You felt him rutting into you just a little bit, that noticeable bulge in his jeans giving you just enough friction to know that you needed him......now.

"Wait, wait," you said, breaking away from the kiss just a little. "Home first."

"Why?" he asked, attacking your neck. "S'matter with here?"

"Showers are super gross," you answered. "Don't know what or who's been washed off in there."

"Oh yeah, right, right," Rhett said, suddenly pulling away and making a face at the thought.

You hurried out of the locker room and out to the parking lot to Rhett's truck, hurrying back down the road towards the Delta Tau house. No one was home yet and probably wouldn't be until the afterparty was over.

Rhett ran his jersey through the wash and set it on power dry before you came upstairs. God it felt so good to lay back in his own bed again after a game. He was still sore, but hopefully, he'd be able to take two Aleve and get a rubdown with the liquid heat in the morning.

"Rhett you up here?" you asked.

"C'mon in sweetpea," he answered.

And oh did you. Rhett's eyes went wide, almost black with lust when he saw you walking in wearing his dark blue and gold jersey......and nothing else.

"C'mere," he said, his voice deep and gravely.

You gladly went to him, straddling his waist before he sat upright and pulled you close to him. Your kissing was sloppy, open mouthed and filthy as Rhett whispered dirty, dirty words right in your ear, the tickling of his breath making that tingling feeling between your legs grow along with the wetness.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Look so good wearin my jersey......and no panties underneath."

You moaned as he attacked your neck again, reaching onto his dresser for the condom, biting off the wrapper and getting it slipped on quicker than you could blink. You moaned when he entered you, having not realized how big his cock actually was. Sure, you had seen it through those football tights he wore, but to feel it this close was a bit of a shock.

It was a blur of heavy breaths, intense thrusting of hips and filthy groaning before you and Rhett both came together, your heads resting against each other from exhaustion.

"You.......you're ......you're fuckin amazing," he panted.

You laughed, moaning a little bit when he finally pulled out of you to go and run the bath in the joint bathroom. The both of you relaxed and let the hot water run over the both of you.

"Sleepin in tomorrow?" Rhett asked.

"You have no idea," you chuckled.

Rhett laughed a little too as you both relaxed against each other, staring at the jersey that was hung on the door hook. Sure the game had been a nice win, but as far as you both were concerned, you were each other's greatest win.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #football!player rhett #football!player rhett abbott

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rinkyrinkyrinky · 5 months

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Imagine Rhett laying down "face down" on a lavender field with a purple tiny loin cloth and Link pouring "milk" on him. Just imagine it.

#rhett and link #randl #rhett mclaughlin #link neal #rhink #gmm 2507 #what's gotten into him today #i mean except links milk

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link-sans-specs · 2 years

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My face is right next to my ear!

Mythical TikTok

Tortilla Challenge

#mythical tiktok #tortilla challenge #link neal #rhett mclaughlin #link sans specs #slap each other in the face #now boys #poor bb #🤭🤭🤭#pretty purple papa #💜💜💜#my edit

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jula483 · 2 months

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#rhett and link #instagram #i don't know who this girl is but what a cute pic!!!#link's hair looks so cute #the wings are BACK #hehehe #and his jacket is interesting #he wore it in this week's ear biscuits too #he really is embracing the oversized clothes huh #rhett in purple 💜#my post

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filmtv2022 · 8 months

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One More Ride (18+ MDNI)

All Series Masterlist

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Reader

Summary: Rhett & Y/N spend their last night in Wabang together. Pushing away the weight of the world by falling into one another's arms.

Warnings: SMUT (this is probably the filthiest thing I've written so far) + language

A/N: I've had the general idea for this story brewing for a while. This story is a one-shot standalone that isn't connected to my series "By Your Side", but if you want more Rhett content... might I suggest that you go read that too! Enjoy & I apologize for any mistakes!

Bright hues of orange and pink washed over the wispy clouds high in the sky above the pasture. The mountains and far-off forest sat dark on the horizon. An evening breeze picked up as the sun continued to sink, throwing goosebumps over your socked feet and bare arms. It would have been easy to go and grab a hoodie from the cab of the old pickup, but you didn’t want to miss any of the sunset. Digging your toes underneath the pile of blankets that covered the bed of the truck, you leaned back, letting the warmth of Rhett’s solid frame behind you soak in your skin.

Night was quickly settling over the wild landscape, the Abbott house was barely more than a black spot in the distance. The quiet moment stretched on as you memorized the way the light painted the sky, creating a glittering mosaic of colors. The saturation changed the longer you watched. The bright oranges and pinks faded into dusky blues and purples, which you knew would eventually morph into inky blackness. Sitting here, the reality of what was coming felt heavy in the air. Change was coming, and if tradition held, the Abbott family did poorly with accepting that the world continued to turn, paving the way for the future. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply, reveling in the woodsy musk of Rhett’s cologne. His lips pressed a constant kiss to your hair as his hands held firmly to him. An edge of anxiety was obvious in the way he kept you close. One hand gripped tightly onto your waist, while the other drew absent-minded patterns over your thigh. Tracing over the bumps and frays of your jeans before following the line of the seams, picking at the loose threads.

“You don’t have to do this you know? You don’t have to ride tomorrow. We can leave tonight,” Turning your head to look up at him, you watched his jaw clench, “You just say the word, Rhett, and we’re gone.”

Looking down at you, his blue eyes ran dark in the dusty light, “You know it’s not that simple.”

“I know,” reaching up to hold his cheek, you pleaded with him to stay with you, to not look away, “but I also know that the only person in that house right now that gives a shit about you is Amy. And she already knows what's going to happen or has guessed as much anyway. You don’t owe them shit, Rhett.”

“They’re family.” A pained look furrowed his brow.

Shifting further, you settled yourself in his lap, your thighs on either side of his. Your face now sat even with Rhett’s, as your hands came up to hold his face, his stubble scrapped lightly at your palms. Scanning over his features, you caught the way his anxiety had settled between his brows, the lines growing deeper the longer he sat with the knowledge of what was to come & the guilt of knowing he was finally going to escape.

“Yeah, they’re family, and that doesn’t change when you drive away from this town. They will always be here, waiting for you, Rhett. But that’s the thing, they’ll always be here. Do you remember what you said? What you've promised me every year since we were eleven?”

“I don’t remember…”

“Bullshit, you remember. Tell me what you said.”

Locking eyes with you, he spoke the words in a whisper, “I said that I'd get out, that I’d get both of us out.”

“That’s right, and you know what, it’s been long enough. It’s time. Nothing is holding us here, and If we don’t leave now… I don’t know if we ever will. This place is killing you, Rhett, and I’ll be damned if I let you stay here to die.” pressing your forehead into his, your soft breath fell over his face, “Be selfish for once in your fuckin’g life… ‘cause I can’t do this without you.”

“One more ride, that’s all that I’m askin’ for. Then we’re out.”

“For you this time, one more for you. Promise me that.”

“Promise.” Holding you close by the hips, his hand slid up the length of your back, burying itself in your hair so that he could press a gentle kiss on your lips.

The glow of the sunset cast his face in shadows as the gusts of air fluttered the loose pieces of hair around his ears. The errant strands, tickled the delicate skin along your temple, making you smile. Gingerly, you reached out and tucked them back into place. You weren’t ready to relinquish the feeling of him. Trailing your fingertips down the side of his neck, you rested your palms on his chest. Rhett used his strength to haul you even closer, as if he needed to pull you inside of himself, your chest flush with his as he slid a hand down your spine. His wide hands came to rest on your ass. Raking your hands over his sides, a shiver ran over his body at the feeling of your touch. The beer he’d been drinking sat sweetly on his breath as your lips brushed together.

Desperation for you filled his every move, you were the answer to every question that ran unchecked through his mind. His mouth found your neck, nipping at the tender flesh and leaving marks in the wake. Pushing up the hem of your shirt, he shifted beneath you, slotting a thigh between your own. Using his strength, he forced your weight down. Your thoughts swam at the pressure of him holding you in place on top of him, your hips moving of their own accord. A groan fell from his lips as your head fell back in pleasure.

Sinking his fingers into the sliver of skin that sat exposed between the hem of your shirt and your jeans, a shaky breath rattled from his lungs, “Fuck.”

“Rhett.” His name was nearly a whine as you called for him.

“I know, baby.”

Helping you move, a low groan rumbled from his chest as you continued to brush up against him. Each movement sent shock waves through his body. Rhett’s hands wandered, skimming over your chest before sinking back down. Toying with the button on your jeans, but leaving it closed, he dipped his fingers beneath the waistband. His callouses were rough against, you as he continued to move. Your lips found his neck as he ghosted over your core, the pressure just enough to leave you wanting more. Taking him by the wrist, you held him in place, encouraging him to continue and silently begging for more. The rapid rise and fall of your chest spurred him on, his nerves alight with anticipation.

A whimper tumbled from you as Rhett removed his hand from your hold, but the disappointment was short-lived. With his eyes locked onto you, Rhett's fingers fumbled with the button on your waistband. Popping it open, he wasted no time dipping his fingers below the fabric.

Your slick coated his fingers, “So fuckin’ wet. This all for me, Darlin’?”

“Yes, Rhett, all for you.” The touch was nearly too much and yet not enough.

A wanton moan ripped from you as he continued to bring you closer to the edge. Losing his self-control, Rhett rather hastily turned you over. Settling his weight between your legs, and rolling his hips into yours, earning a heady groan from you. The ridges of the truck bed pressed sharply into your back even through the layers of blankets, but that was so far from your mind. The only thing that mattered was him.

Rhett’s hands once again slipped under your shirt, pushing it up to expose your bra. Mouthing at the top of your breasts, his patience for the garment in his way lasted only so long. His hand slipped behind your back, grasping for the clasp, and finding it. Moving just enough to free it from your body, he tossed it to the side before tugging your shirt the rest of the way off. You reached for the hem of his t-shirt, and he realized what you wanted, and quickly got rid of it

With both your tops dropped somewhere nearby, he dipped back down to capture your mouth, the kiss hungry and wild. Accepting everything that he gave, your back arched as he worshipped every inch of your body, his lips, and fingers tracing over the contours of your curves.

“So fuckin’ beautiful” he whispered as he trailed down the expanse of your stomach with featherlight kisses.

Moving lower, he gripped at your still-covered thighs, pressing kisses over your hips before turning his attention to your core. Carefully, he pushed your legs further apart, his thumb running lightly over where you needed him most, his lips following close behind, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Don’t be a goddamn tease, Rhett Abbott” Twining your fingers through his hair, you tugged at the strands trying to guide him in the right direction.

A low huff of laughter rumbled through his chest, “Getting impatient aren’t ya?.”

Sitting up, he peeled your jeans from your body, his hands raking over the newly exposed skin. The heat flowing through your veins left you reeling. Adjusting your position so that you were able to look into his eyes, you brushed your lips over his as you spoke, “Yeah, I am. Are you gonna do something about it… or should I take care of myself?”

Your hand smoothed over your underwear, pushing it aside, and you dipped your fingers beneath drawing a gasp from yourself. You stayed focused on him, daring him to make the next move. A challenge he happily accepted.

“Callin’ me a tease… jesus christ woman" Stripping off his own jeans and underwear, as quickly as he could, his boots also discarded, he wasted no time returning to you.

Crashing against, you, his sure touch replaced your own. Panting into his mouth, you gave yourself over completely to him. Moving in gentle strokes and circles with his fingers, he worked you closer and closer to the edge. Feeling your body stiffen, and your breaths turn into erratic heaves, he continued to rile you up.

“Fuck, Rhett!”

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want- I need to-” You couldn't finish your thought, but he knew very well what you were asking for, he could feel how close you were.

“After what you said earlier… you sure you deserve it?” he relished the scent of the whiskey on your breath from earlier as he swiped over your bottom lip, nipping lightly, before tasting you.

Ghosting over your entrance, he moved at a languid pace, just enough to keep you on edge, but not enough to tip you over.

“Don’t make me beg, Rhett.” Your hand that had been grasping at his ass, slipped between you two, finding him aching and waiting for your touch. Wrapping your fingers around him, you stroked him roughly, earning a deep groan.

“I wouldn’t dream of making you beg. Just let me enjoy this for a minute, darlin’” Smirking, he pushed your hips down into the blankets as he kissed down the column of your neck.

He paid close attention to the way your breath hitched as he expertly found your most sensitive areas. Working his way down your frame, he held you in place as you writhed under his touch. Rhett’s warm breath, breezed over your core, causing you to clench in anticipation. His lips found your clit as his fingers curled inside, ripping a needy moan from you as he hummed against your body. Unable to stay still, you rolled your hips up to meet him, begging him for more. Listening to your silent pleas, his tongue worked in steady strokes, pulling you further from reality. Hanging on by a thread, you gasped in shock at the sudden loss of his touch.

“What the fuck-”

“I want to feel you around me when you come.”

Kissing you deeply, he pressed into you in one fluid motion. Both of you let go of desperate moans at the feeling of having one another so close. Pausing for a moment to catch his breath, he waited for you to give him permission to continue.

“You all right?”

“I need you to move, Rhett.”

“Good girl. You feel so fuckin’ perfect... like you were made for me.”

“Holy shit” Digging your fingers into this hair and back, you trembled at the feeling of him, your nails sinking into his skin.

The pair of you were insatiable. You rolled your hips in time with him, pulling delicious moans from each other with every thrust. Reaching up, Rhett laced his finger with yours, holding your hand up by your head as he continued to move. His pace faltered as he felt himself drawing closer to his own release. Pleasure consumed the pair of you heart and soul.

“I’m close.” his voice was airy and light as he whispered his confession.

Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you pulled him closer, “Let go, Rhett. I’ve got you.”

Weak moans left your lips as he quickened his pace, chasing his climax. Reaching between you, his fingers once again found your clit, “Come with me, Y/N.”

Snapping his hips in time with his touches, he felt you clench around him as you cried out. You climax washing over you in waves of lightning, setting every nerve in your body on fire. Feeling you go, Rhett was right behind. With one final thrust, you felt him fall over the edge, joining you with his release. Swallowing his sharp exhales and groans, you kissed him deeply as he came.

Slowing down, Rhett stayed buried inside of you as he shifted so that you were lying on top of him. His body was so spent that he wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to keep from collapsing on top of you if he’d stayed how you were before. Silence fell over the two of you as your lungs returned to normal, your muscles warm and pliable as you soaked in the feeling of each other. Tugging the edge of a blanket over the top of you both, Rhett ran his finger down the length of your back. The feeling of your skin soothing away the last remnants of worry. Lost in each other’s arms, it was easy to forget every fear that threatened to tear the two of you apart. Here, like this, the future seemed limitless.

“I love you, Y/N. And we’re getting out of here, just like I promised.”

“I love you too, Rhett.”

#rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x female reader

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sandbarbirdie · 2 years

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the “who hurt you” trope with rhett!!!!!!! are you kidding me!!!!!!!

He wasn't supposed to see you like this. He was supposed to be out of town at a rodeo. Not knocking on the other side of the bathroom door as a split lip and a forming black eye stared back at you in the mirror.

"Baby? Please. What is going on?" Rhett rested his forehead against the bathroom door. His heart beating irregularly, his hands shaking. He came home, assuming you were out due to the dark house. Your disregarded keys thrown on the kitchen table next to a broken whiskey glass said otherwise. The broken glass put his anxiety on edge. You weren't in the kitchen or in the bedroom. He went to leave the bedroom, to look for you else where when he saw his flannel you stole tossed in corner. His thumb halted at a stain that looked like dried blood. His blood ran cold. Thats when he heard it. A muffled whimper that came from the bathroom snapped him out of his trance. He called your name. There was no response. He called out again. Nothing but a choked sob. That's how he got here, his forehead against the solid wood door, his hand on the door handle. Waiting for it to click open.

"R-Rhett" you spoke, your voice hoarse and laced with fear.

"Baby. Whats going on? Darlin, you gotta open the door"

"I- " You didn't know how else to put it. How were you supposed to explain this. How were you supposed to explain the things that happened at the bar? You could play it off, say you fell off your horse on the ranch. no. Rhett would see right through that lie. Would he be mad that you took a throw that was supposed to be directed towards him?

At last the bathroom lock clicked and he could feel you turn the door handle. You didn't open it right away. That scared him even more. "Sweetheart it's okay"

You opened the door and Rhett felt like he had been hit by a truck. Rhett's seen shit but nothing would prepare him for this. You stood in front of him, a bloody tissue to your nose, a split lip and a swollen eye starting to bruise a deep purple. His large hand immediately cupped your cheek as you started to cry. The last few hours finally coming to meet you. His thumbs wiped your tears as he inspected the damage done.

"You should see the other guy" You laughed half heartedly, but Rhett didn't. His free hand clenched into a fist. His other thumb dragged over your cheek and you winced, making his eyes go wide and stare into your tear filled ones.

"Who did this? Who did this to you" He practically snarled. Rhett saw nothing but red. His eyes had gone dark, darker then you had ever seen them. "Baby, who hurt you, i'm gonna fucking kill them"

"N-noel. H-he was drunk, said some shit bout you while I was working the bar tonight. Called you good for nothin. Went to kick him out, he didn't like that very much"

"I'm gonna kill that son of bitch, what was he thinking putting his hands on you. If i see that fucker near you ever again. I'm gonna kill him. He's gonna- " Rhett was seething. You didn't need to fight his fights for him. It ate him alive that he was the reason you were crying in his arms tonight. God you deserved so much more than to be dragged into this mess with him.

"Rhett. RHETT" You called out. Causing your man to still, his eyes wide with fear and anger. "is okay. He's not gonna touch me again. He's not gonna talk shit bout you anymore either. Broke his nose too. "

Rhett looked at you with a look you couldn't read. Then, he started laughing. It was choked with emotion and surprise.

"You. You broke his nose? for me? You're too good for me darlin." Rhett relaxed a bit after learning the news that you sent Noel home looking much worse than he had left you. He finished patching you up and brought you to bed, holding an ice pack to your eye. He rocked you to sleep playing with your hair. He didn't sleep that night. Anger and hurt bubbled through him. He would break his promise to you this one time. Next time he saw Noel, nothing would hold him back.

This was SO long but i had so much fun writing this. Angsty yet soft with Rhett. Thank you for the prompt my lovely Seb!! i can't help but love the angst our brains come up with!

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbot imagine #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott angst #rhett abbott blurb #rhett abbott fanfiction #outer range #outer range fic #outer ranger x you #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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lewmagoo · 9 months

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could you imagine going on a picnic with rhett around sunset and it ending in getting fucked surrounded by flowers 😩

this is my SONG.

there was a special spot rhett liked to take you. a little clearing in the woods that overlooked the property, but most importantly, it faced the west, and boasted of a breathtaking view of the sunset. tonight, rhett had taken the time to put together a little dinner picnic, complete with a gingham blanket, which he carefully spread over the grassy earth, in a spot surrounded by wildflowers. brilliant purple, yellow, and blue flowers dotted the countryside, just begging to be picked and turned into a flower crown. and that was exactly what you did. as the sun began to sink in the horizon, you weaved the delicate little plants together. a crown for you, and a crown for rhett.

he’d been watching you work, his eyes twinkling at your excitement. when you turned to him, you were beaming, holding up a finished crown. “for you!” you announced, placing it atop his head. he smiled sweetly, the apples of his cheeks rounding. “thank y’ darlin’.” then he reached for the other crown. “allow me.” gingerly, he took the flora in his large hands, and adorned your head with it. “beautiful,” he whispered as he admired you, reaching out to brush his fingers over your cheek. you leaned into his touch, and within seconds, he was pulling you into his lap. you giggled, your hands coming up to rest against his shoulders.

“don’t get frisky on me, cowboy,” you teased. you could already see the mischievous glint in his eyes. “can’t help it. gotta get my hands on ya.” his mouth was on yours, and you melted into him, kissing him back fervently. strong arms encircled your waist, and when he parted from you, he nudged his nose against yours. “you gon’ let me make love to you in this field of wildflowers, honey?” he asked. “that’s why you brought me out here, hm?” came your reply. a sheepish smile spread across his face. “maybe…” came his response. smirking, you rocked your hips against his, suddenly extremely glad you had decided to wear a sundress, with a pair of thin panties beneath. it would allow for the most delicious friction.

your cowboy gazed up at you, rays of golden, setting sun illuminating his face, catching on the random strands of blonde in his hair, contrasted by the colorful flowers resting on his head. “go on then. i’m all yours,” came your whisper as you brought your mouth to his again. he turned you, placing your body against the blanket, moving to hover over you. he was warm and familiar against you, and you found yourself leaning into his touch, needy for more. his hands on your exposed skin felt so good, and you breathlessly begged for more. it wasn’t long before your dress was entirely discarded, leaving you fully bare to him.

after ridding himself of his own clothing, he paused to admire you, and the angelic glow the sun cast upon your naked body. you looked ethereal, and it took his breath away. when he kissed you next, it was to swallow your moan as he slipped inside you. and when he took you into his arms, it was to soothe your trembling when he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. “i’ve got you, darlin’. i’ve got you,” he hummed as he eased his hips in and out of you, all while you whimpered and whined into his shoulder. he knew how to make you feel so good, rendering you entirely speechless as he fucked you deep and slow. the whispered praise, utterings of “atta girl” and “takin’ me so well” made your body sing.

he fucked you as the sun sank lower and lower in the sky, and by the time the moon had made its appearance, you were crying out into the night, convulsing in his arms as fiery pleasure overwhelmed you from head to toe. by the time you returned to yourself, gone was the golden glow of the sun. instead, rhett was now illuminated by the pale glow of the moon, and you swore it made him look even more beautiful. like an angel sent in the night to watch over you. and that was exactly what it felt like as he so tenderly cleaned you up and helped you into his truck, insistent on taking you back home and administering proper aftercare, like he always did. “need to take proper care of m’ girl,” he said. “need to show ya how special you are to me.” and he did. because you were special, and you deserved to be treated as such.

#asks #rhett musings #rhett abbott fanfiction

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