#rhett abbott fanfic

[rhettabbotts]

baby, if you only knew - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: tensions boil over and everything changes for you and rhett one night at a rancher’s event you attend.

w/c: 5.4k (she’s a mammoth)

warnings: 18+ only. smut. age gap (babysitter 20s, rhett 40s). dirty talk. making out in an elevator. daddy kink. possessive rhett. slightly rough sex. cunnilingus. hair pulling. overstimulation. size kink. aftercare. rhett’s grey hair. some fluff.

a/n: i can see you by taylor swift is to blame for this. enjoy the filth! also couldn’t stop myself from adding some babysitter lore. also see green, green dress from tick, tick…boom! for the dress reference!

Six months. Six long, tortuous months of working under Rhett Abbott’s roof.

Okay, it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be in your head. His daughters were angels, and you appreciated that he worked with your school schedule as you attended your graduate program. And he let you live in his guest room rent free.

But it was sweet torture. You had fallen hard for the single father of two and it made every day even harder than the last. Rhett was a wonderful man, an attentive father, and a hell of a cook. A hard worker and he was so handsome, you could hardly breathe around him. Who wouldn’t fall in love with the cowboy?

You tried everything in the world to rid your thoughts of him, but you were highly unsuccessful. And he only did things that made it worse. Every time you brushed by him in the halls it felt like electricity coursed through your entire body. He had to feel it too, right?

Delusional. That’s what you were. You were the babysitter. Nothing more. Eventually, the girls would grow up and you wouldn’t be needed anymore. And that thought caused your chest to tighten painfully.

What a thought to have while washing the dishes. You heard your name but it sounded far off, like your ears were full of cotton.

“Tilly, come quick!” Grace shouted once more to get your attention. It made you turn abruptly, soap suds went flying as you dropped the ceramic pot you were washing. “Sorry,” she mumbled when you glared slightly at her.

“What’s wrong, Gracie?” you questioned as you wiped your hands off with the flower embroidered kitchen towel. Something you bought and put out to leave your own touch on this place.

“Oh. Nothing. Ellie just wanted to show you that we won our game.” The girls had been obsessed with Super Mario Brothers and had been playing it for days.

“That’s great guys! How about we take a break and you help me get dinner started?”

“Can we have ice cream for dessert?” Ellie, Rhett’s younger daughter pouted, bright blue eyes pleading. She and Grace were the carbon copies of Rhett. Same eyes, same nose, same crooked smile. You could never say no to them.

“Of course. But don’t tell your dad,” you whispered, placing your finger to your lips like it was a top secret.

The girls helped you finish the food just as Rhett came in from another long day of herding and branding cattle. He was dusty, covered in dirt and sweat and tendrils of his hair stuck to his forehead, the ends curling up. You wanted to run your fingers through it, sweat be damned.

“Daddy!” “Daddy, look at what we made!”

The girls ran towards Rhett, pausing when they got close enough to smell him.

“You stink,” Grace commented flatly.

“Thanks. Love you too. Listen, I’m gonna go shower and I’ll be down in a bit. You all can start without me,” Rhett said as he kicked his boots off by the door and took the stairs two at a time. “Oh, and Tilly?” He called from the upstairs landing.

“Yeah?”

“I gotta ask you something later. Don’t let me forget.”

You just nodded, stomach turning at the thought of what it could be.

Grace and Ellie helped you set the table, always eager to follow your every move. It makes you smile. Sometimes you felt like an actual family. And then you had to bring yourself back to reality. Just the nanny. Nothing more. Dinner was quiet, everyone was hungry and occupied with getting their bellies full.

You were resting on the couch as Rhett finished bath and bed time with the girls, trying to read your latest book but your mind was going a thousand miles a minute. Your heart started to beat faster as you heard Rhett descend down the stairs.

Rhett took himself to the kitchen, busying himself by pouring a glass of whiskey. A bottle you bought for him for Christmas the year prior. You peeked at him over the top of your book, watching his back muscles flex in the tight black tee he wore. Your mouth watered at the sight of his strong arms and his soft stomach as he turned to face you.

You quickly raised the book above your eyes, fearing that you had been caught staring. You missed Rhett’s knowing smirk.

“Move over,” Rhett poked at the bottom of your foot, the motion tickling you ever so slightly and causing you to jerk your leg towards you. “What are you reading? New dirty novel?” He teased.

“No…” you said quietly, a little shamefully.

“Liar. Is this one better than the last at least?”

“So far. Hey, what did you want to ask me earlier?” You stretched your legs back out and they landed in Rhett’s lap. He didn’t seem to mind. His unoccupied hand landed on your shin, calloused thumb lightly brushing the bone there. Your mind went blank and you could hear nothing but static in your ears.

“I got invited to this rancher’s event. They want me to give a speech. Stupid, but I agreed. And I… I need a plus one. And I figured maybe if you wanted to-“

“Yes!” You said eagerly, spine straightening. “I mean- sorry- go ahead…” Your cheeks felt hot at your abruptness. He was probably going to ask you to set him up with someone. Probably Lisa, Ellie’s dance teacher. She always had her eye on him.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me. Give you a break. It’s the weekend my parents wanted to take the girls camping. That is.. if you didn’t have any plans…”

Rhett sounded nervous. He was looking down at where his hand rested on your leg, avoiding all eye contact.

“Oh. Yeah. I don’t have anything going on. I’ll go with you. As-“

“Friends, of course.”

“Right. Friends. What’s the dress code?” You asked, heart sinking slightly.

“Black tie,” Rhett grumbled. He hated dressing up. If he can’t wear flannel, he doesn’t want to be there.

“Perfect. I’ll find a dress to wear.”

“Well. I’ll leave you to the reading. Goodnight, Tilly.” Rhett tapped your leg a couple of times before moving you so he could stand.

You sighed deeply as he left the room, trying to ignore the gut wrenching feeling you had at his response. You couldn’t focus on your book and you eventually went upstairs to attempt to sleep.

“I want you so bad,” Rhett growled against your neck, teeth sinking into your skin causing you to whimper and arch against him. His leg was in between yours, keeping your thighs separated and your barely covered cunt brush against his suit pants. “You’re fucking soaked, sweet girl. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”

“Rhett, please!” You whined pathetically, grinding down on his thigh, searching for any sort of relief.

“Beg for it, baby. Beg for daddy. Tell me what you want.” Rhett said, voice low and gravelly. He pressed you into the wall harder, flexing his thigh as you keened. “I know you want me to fu-“

“Tillyyyyyy, wake uppppp,” a tiny voice called from the other side of the door. Your eyes shot open so fast it made your head spin. Your entire body was hot even though you just had the sheet covering you and the ceiling fan was on. You were having a dream about Rhett. A fucking wet dream. And now Ellie was yelling at you in the hallway. You felt like you were being punished.

You checked your phone. 5:37am. Jesus, why was she awake?

“I’m up, El. Hold your horses.” You went to the en-suite bathroom to splash cold water on your face. “Get yourself together. Now,” you said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at yourself in the mirror.

The four-year-old stood outside your door with her stuffed horse tucked under her arms. Her eyes were a little red and she was sniffling.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I feel sick,” she whispered weakly, clutching the horse to her chest tighter.

“Come on, bug. I’ll get you some medicine.”

You picked her up and perched her on your hip as you carried her down the stairs. Her forehead felt a little warm. She sat patiently on the counter while you poured the medicine in the little cup and you rubbed her back as she swallowed it.

“Good job, El! I’m proud of you. Here, drink some water and let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

She nodded as she took a big gulp of water from her sippy cup. You trotted back up the stairs, bouncing her slightly to make her giggle.

“Alright, you got your water here and Honey is right here with you. Try to get some sleep, bug. I’ll fix pancakes when you wake up.” You tucked Ellie in, kissing her forehead before you stood up.

Her eyes were already heavy and she mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Luh you, mama.” She repeated sleepily, snuggling her horse and then started snoring softly immediately.

“Oh… I- I love you too, bug.”

You didn’t know how to react. She had never called you that before and it made your eyes misty with tears. You couldn’t go back to sleep. Not after the dream and not after Ellie calling you mama.

The next few hours went by in a blur. You had planned to go shopping with your friend Tabitha to find your dress for the dinner. After dropping the girls off at school, you met Tabitha at the mall. You were in a daze, barely listening to her rant about her latest failed Tinder date.

“Hellooooo,” she snapped her fingers in front of your face. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, sorry. No, I’m just- I don’t know what I’m doing,” you sighed as you placed your face in your hands.

“What do you mean?”

“With Rhett! It’s like- why am I going to this dinner? Why do I keep torturing myself? And Ellie! She called me her mom this morning! I want a family and I feel like I have it but it’s not really mine, you know?”

“You need to get laid. That’s what you need,” Tabitha said nonchalantly. She looked through the dresses on the rack in the store you were in. “Oh. My. God. This. This dress. Go try it on. NOW!”

She shoved a velvet dress into your arms and pushed you towards the fitting rooms. It was a deep green color, the fabric felt soft against your skin. It wasn’t a dress you would pick out for yourself but once you slid it over your head your jaw dropped at the sight in the mirror.

The bodice was a corset type, something you didn’t typically reach for but was pleasantly surprised at how it looked on you. The dress was form fitting but not uncomfortably so. The strap tied around your neck, lifting your chest and displaying the tops of your breasts tastefully.

The dress hugged your every curve, accentuating parts of your body you weren’t necessarily happy with, but now you felt sexy. Powerful. You opened the door and called for Tabitha. She came running with a few other options in her hands but her reaction matched your own as she laid eyes on you.

“Holy fuck. Yeah, no, forget these. You have to get that one. If he doesn’t fuck you, I will.”

You rolled her eyes at her antics and looked into the mirror once more. You felt so beautiful in the dress. It made you a little giddy at the thought of Rhett’s reaction. If he even had one. You tried to shake the negative thought away. If he didn’t appreciate it, someone else would. Maybe a nice cowboy who’d be down for a one night stand at a fancy hotel.

The week passed by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Rhett was packing the girls’ bags for their camping trip and was shouting up at you that he was going to pick up his suit in town from the tailor’s.

You took your time styling your hair the way you liked and you did your makeup, keeping it light but putting on a red lip. Just to be a little bold.

You hid in your room until you heard Rhett finish getting ready and head down the stairs.

“Tilly, you ready? We should leave so-“ Rhett stopped as he turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the wood. “Wow…” he breathed. “You look, ehem, you look nice. That’s a pretty dress.” He fiddled with his cuff links, avoiding eye contact.

“Thank you,” you responded shyly. He held his arm out to escort you to the black pickup truck. The ride was silent except for the radio and the hum of the engine. You couldn’t stop from looking to Rhett. His hair was slicked back, the gray hair looked more prominent. His temples were nearly white. He had a shadow of stubble on his jaw and his suit fit him in all the right places.

You pulled up to a beautiful hotel. It was a grand building, accents of gold sparkled in the setting sun and gorgeous flowers lined the walkways. Rows of trucks indicated that you were at the right place. And the men in bolo ties and cowboy hats gave it away.

Rhett forwent his Stetson and chose a sleek black tie, looking a little out of place but you thought he looked beautiful.

He parked and inhaled deeply, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and closing his eyes.

“Everything okay?” You questioned, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his forearm.

“Huh? Yeah. M’good. Just nervous. I can’t stand half the people in that room,” he mumbled, smiling softly at you. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You’ll do great. I can fake an emergency if needed.”

“Fall down the stairs if I give you a look,” Rhett joked.

“You got it, boss,” you winked at him. You reached for the door handle, preparing to get out of the truck but his hand on your arm now stopped you.

“Wait… I have something for you. A token of appreciation for coming with me. Also, an early birthday present.”

Rhett pulled a long, rectangular box from the side of the door. He opened it to show a diamond bracelet.

“Rhett- that’s- I can’t-“ You couldn’t stop from reaching out and running your fingers along the jewels.

“You deserve it. You work so hard and I don’t say it enough but you mean a lot to me. To the girls. Just wanted to give you something nice,” he said, voice a little shaky.

Something shifted as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist. His touch lingered on your skin and it was hard for you to breathe. You tried so hard to keep things professional, but it’s changed. Everything has changed in the cab of Rhett’s truck.

You headed inside, arm linked with Rhett’s as he greeted the people inside. He was so charismatic, putting on a face you’d never seen before. It was sexy. He was controlling the room. Everyone loved him.

You could feel eyes following you as you walked towards the front of the ballroom. You heard a few whispers from the older women, surely gossiping about the obvious age gap between you and your employer.

“I’m gonna grab some drinks. You gonna be okay here?” Rhett whispered in your ear, his warm breath washing over your skin and sending a chill down your spine.

“I’ll be good. Can you get me a Long Island?”

“Of course. Be right back.” He hurried off towards the bar, getting stopped several times along the way. You felt like a fish out of water here. You chewed on your thumb nail, anxiously waiting for Rhett to come back.

“I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” a voice said from behind you. You turned to see the chair to your right being pulled away and a young man, around your age, sat down beside you. His black cowboy hat hid his eyes but he had a wide smirk on his face.

“I bet you’ve said that at least ten times tonight,” you responded, trying to ignore him.

“Name’s Wes. And you are-“

“Not interested. Beat it, buddy,” Rhett growled as he sat your drinks down and sat on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair possessively.

“I see how it is. Rhett… good to see you.”

Rhett hummed as he glared at Wes over the rim of his glass, silently willing him to scram. It was hot.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“He’s trouble,” Rhett mumbled.

The evening went on without a hitch. Dinner was decent and you joined in on a few conversations. Rhett’s speech was wonderful and informative about the cattle business. He looked good on stage but you knew he was nervous. He made his way back to you, smiling slightly.

“Come dance with me, honey,” he spoke lowly.

“Let me go freshen up a bit,” you squeaked, rushing to the bathroom. Your nerves were getting the best of you. It was just a dance. A quick dance and you’d be heading home. Nothing more.

You made your way back to the ballroom, catching Rhett’s eyes and you trembled slightly at the heat that formed there. A slow song started just as you made your way to the dance floor.

His large hand engulfed yours as his other splayed on the low of your back. You could smell his cologne as he pulled you close to him. You felt a piece of paper in your right palm as Rhett swayed the two of you around.

“What’s that?”

“You can read it when we’re done dancin’,” Rhett drawled, looking down at you. Even with you in heels, his frame still towered over you.

The song ended too quickly for your liking and Rhett was called over to a table filled with older gentlemen, leaving you standing in the middle of the floor. The crumpled napkin had been left in your hand and you spread it out to read the note.

Meet me at the staircase by the piano - R

You gasped slightly and looked around, meeting Rhett’s eyes as he chatted with the group he was with. He was expressionless but there was a fire in his eyes again. One that made your body react and you tried not to squeeze your thighs together in front of everyone there. You made your way back to your table to drink the rest of your drink, a little liquid courage, before you made your way to the staircase.

You stood there for what felt like ages but in reality was only a few minutes. You bounced on your feet, nerves building every second that passed.

“Hey, you,” Rhett’s voice called from behind you, approaching you with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” you responded, feeling awkward.

Rhett pulled a key from his pocket. A hotel room key. Room 475 engraved in the key tag.

“You can say no. You can tell me to fuck off. You can quit-“

“Yes,” the answer came without a beat.

“Yeah?” His eyebrows raised slightly, a small smirk forming on his thin lips.

“You have no idea how bad I want you, Rhett,” you confessed, breathless.

Rhett let out a desperate noise as he reached for you and crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, one hand cupping the back of your head. You moaned wantonly as his tongue expertly licked into your mouth. You should go upstairs, should stop before anyone sees you.

“Rhett, we should- we need to-“

“Yeah… Yeah.”

His hand linked with yours as he pulled you to the elevator, not wasting time pushing you inside and against the wall, the railing digging into your lower spine a bit uncomfortably. His lips reconnected with yours, a low grunt escaping his throat.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, lips barely leaving yours. Hands explored your body, gripping at your soft hips and thighs, circling around to grab handfuls of your ass. The touch caused you to arch your body towards his, back bowing as he traveled higher and started palming your breast.

“I’ve thought about this - thought about you - for longer than I’d like to admit,” Rhett spoke, deep voice rattling in his chest. “Makes me feel like a dirty old man.”

You just whined pathetically, gripping at his lapels to anchor yourself. You were about to grind against the thigh that had pushed its way between your thighs but the high pitched ding of the elevator caused you to jump apart. Moving so fast, you would have thought you had been electrocuted.

A little old lady walked into the elevator, not missing the way you and Rhett looked disheveled. It was blatantly obvious what you were just doing. Rhett cracked a smile at her, nodding his head in her direction. Your chest was still heaving and your knees felt shaky.

She only went up two floors, a quick ride that felt like an eternity. Rhett’s pinky brushed against your hand where it rested on the rail, the small touch sending shocks through you.

“Have a nice evenin, ma’am,” Rhett said sickeningly sweet and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh at the look she threw his way as she exited the lift.

Your stop was next and nerves bubbled in your stomach at what was about to happen.

Silence surrounded you and Rhett now as you walked to the room. Not a word was spoken as he unlocked the door and made his way inside. You stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, wringing your hands together as you looked toward the wooden floor.

Rhett tossed his jacket haphazardly onto the floor, approaching you slowly. Giving you the chance to run. It reminded you of a lion stalking a gazelle before it pounced. His calloused hands rubbed the length of your arms before his touch brushed the side of your neck, eventually cupping your face. A rough thumb caressed your cheekbone.

“Darlin’, look at me. Please,” Rhett spoke quietly, as if not to scare you. You continued to look down, which caused him to pinch your chin and lift your gaze to him. “Are you sure about this? We can- we don’t have to-“

“No. No, I want to. I have for a while. A long, long while.”

“Good,” he said, coming out an octave lower and his eyes landed on your red covered lips. His thumb ran across the pout of your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. “I want to devour you.”

A shaky breath escaped you before you wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking softly on the digit.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

You stood there for a moment, his thumb in your mouth and your eyes locked on each other. It made tensions rise tenfold. You pulled away with a ‘pop’, a trail of saliva following in its wake.

Impatience got the best of you as you started clawing at his tie and shirt buttons, nearly sending them flying through the room. Rhett chuckled at your huffy breaths of frustration as you yanked on his clothing. You threw the tie behind you, his shirt was shoved off his shoulder and into the chair next to the door. His belt made a loud clink as it hit the window.

“Easy, girl. Don’t destroy the room. Or my clothes,” Rhett teased, stopping your hasty movements. You finally took the chance to pause and look at the man standing before you. Hairy chest on full display. The dark hair traveled down in a continuous line all the way down to the waist of his pants. His soft stomach and love handles made your mouth water.

“You’re so- fuck, Rhett. You’re so sexy,” you said.

“My turn.” He untied the neck of your dress slowly, taking his time pulling the bow loose. He turned you so your back was to him, unzipping you unhurriedly. You let the dress fall to your feet as you turned to face him again, leaving you in your lingerie and high heels.

“My god. Look at you.” Rhett took in the sight of you. Black lace left little to the imagination.

Things moved in a blur after that. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you tried to remove the heels and he almost ripped your bra as he unclasped it with one hand. He tossed it aside and you tried not to giggle as it landed on the lampshade of the lamp that sat on the bedside table.

The edge of the bed knocked against the back of your knees as he pushed you softly so you landed on your back, bouncing on the mattress slightly. He stood between your spread thighs, undoing the button of his slack and pushing them down, revealing the tight black boxers he wore underneath.

You let out a quiet whine as your eyes traveled down his torso and stopping at the large bulge that was confined by the cotton. Even in the low lighting, you could see a small wet spot from the precum.

Large hands massaged your inner thighs as he spread them apart even farther, causing a slight burn in your muscles. He groaned at the sight of your barely clothed cunt. Rhett fell to his knees swiftly and delved into you without warning. Expert licks moved against your wetness through the thin lace, which had been quickly ripped away. His nose bumped against your bundle of nerves as his tongue explored your folds.

His long fingers soon joined his ministrations, finding that spongy spot inside of you in a matter of seconds. You’d question how he did that later. As of now, you tried to control your shaking limbs as he pushed you higher and higher towards your peak. Scratchy stubble rubbed against you, causing a delicious burn.

He stuck true to his word and devoured you, not leaving one part of you undiscovered.

Rhett’s lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking softly, tongue flicking against the bud. You trembled beneath him and your back bowed off the mattress, bucking against his mouth. A strong arm slung itself over your middle, keeping you pinned to the bed.

Your hands gripped his locks tightly, tugging hard when his tongue sped up.

“Rhett. Oh, Rhett. Fuck. Daddy!” It didn’t take much for your moans to become near screams and for galaxies to explode behind your eyelids as you came against Rhett’s face. Your body was jerking involuntarily as you traveled down from your high. Rhett placed feather light kisses against you before pulling away, hair sticking up in places and his face covered in your release.

He traveled up your body and kissed you soundly, the tangy taste of your desire mixing with something so Rhett made you both moan into each other’s mouths.

“Lay back, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you,” Rhett said quietly. You made yourself comfortable against the soft pillows as Rhett stretched you in preparation for his cock. “Damn pillow princess,” he joked. It made you smile.

He had three thick fingers inside of you before you stopped him.

“Stop! Please! I- I wanna come with you inside me,” you pleaded, gripping his wrist. He nodded and pulled his fingers out fleetingly.

You blindly shoved at his boxers and he clumsily kicked them off the end of the bed, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach. Fuck, he was big.

Rhett pulled back and sat on his knees, gripping the base of his dick and placing it on your stomach.

“Look, baby. You think you can take me? Think you can handle daddy’s cock?”

“Please! Please, fuck me. Need it. Need you. Please!” You begged, lifting your hips and causing the leaking head to brush against your already sensitive clit. You simultaneously let out a loud moan. He rubbed himself through your folds, teasing you and him both.

“Wait, hold on.” Rhett pulled away and searched for his trousers, pulling his wallet out and rummaging through it. He pulled out a foil wrapper and ripped it with his teeth. You had never seen anything sexier.

“Can I do it?” You asked shyly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He handed the condom to you and kept eye contact as you rolled the latex down his length carefully. He was heavy in your hand.

You laid back once more, a trembling breath escaping your mouth as he lined up with your entrance. Even with his prepping, it was still a stretch. The slight burn caused you to hiss and dig your nails into his biceps. He took a break between each inch, time passing slowly as he made small thrusts. He eventually bottomed out, a broken moan coming from his chest as you squeezed around his length.

You stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily as his forearms caged you in.

“Daddy. Move. Please,” you whined, fingers moving tangle in the curls at the base of his neck. He slowly pulled out, nearly all the way, before thrusting back into you, the girth and length of him touching places you’d never been able to reach before. It started slow, he was allowing you to get accustomed to him.

However, it didn’t take long before his thrusts became a little rougher. His hands now were placed a the top of your head as he put his body weight into his movements, grunts escaping him with each pass, your high pitched breaths matching him.

“So tight. Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for it. Made for me. All mine, all mine,” Rhett rambled. The headboard started to smack against the wall slightly as he pounded into you. You couldn’t breathe. You were approaching a feeling you had never felt before. Your brain was becoming fuzzy and your ears were beginning to ring.

“Da-daddy. M’gonna- I’m almost there,” you squealed as a particularly harsh thrust hit your g-spot.

“C’mon, sweet baby. Come for daddy,” his deft fingers started rubbing your swollen clit in tight circles and you let out a scream as your release washed over you. Rhett continued fucking into you until he pushed deep inside you and threw his head back towards the ceiling, filling the condom with his own release.

He collapsed on top of you, full body weight covering you like a blanket. You felt like were floating. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed against Rhett’s back, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. You stayed silent for a while, both trying to catch your breaths as you came down. He eventually pulled out of you slowly, causing you to wince. He discarded the condom and went to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth and a glass of water.

You were quiet as he took care of you, smiling softly as he pulled you to sit up and take a few sips of water. You had never been cared for like this after sex. It made your chest constrict. You moved under the covers and waited for Rhett to follow suit. He immediately pressed his warm body against your own, pulling you tight to his chest.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you said with a slight giggle.

“I can’t believe it took us this long,” Rhett retorted, fingers dancing along your spine.

You both laughed a little before it fell silent once again.

“Rhett?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“What does this make us?” You asked as you ran your fingers through the thick chest hair.

“Well… I think this means you’ll be sleeping in my bed when we get home. But don’t call HR on me.”

“You are HR, Rhett. Seriously, though. Are we like-“

“I want you to be my girl. I have spent the past several months falling in love with you. And I know it’s soon, but damn it, darlin’. You’ve stolen my heart,” Rhett confessed, his words causing your eyes to well with tears.

“Rhett… I- I love you, too.”

“The girls are going to be excited. They’ve been begging me to ask you to be my girlfriend since you moved in.”

“They’re trouble, I swear,” you laughed, snuggling closer to your man.

“They’re the reason I have all of this gray hair.”

“Yeah, but it’s hot. Very… very… very hot,” you responded, emphasizing the T. You giggled as he rolled over on top of you and started kissing against your neck playfully.

You kissed each other softly in the dark until you fell asleep holding each other tight. And when the sun rose in the morning, a new beginning would be awaiting you.

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[sebsxphia]

gentle, rough and loving.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett abbott’s aftercare is the final piece to the puzzle you need.

￫ word count: 2.5K.

￫ music: listen to the incredible and beautiful playlist made by @laracrofted for this fic here! 💽

￫ c/w: endings of smut, endings of BDSM/rough sex, mentions of BDSM, rope, derogatory language used towards reader, one mention of no previous aftercare in previous relationships, sub space, soothing injuries, kissing, swearing, rhett giving you proper aftercare, rhett being an absolute sweetheart and fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i’m dedicating this piece to the wonderfully talented @lewmagoo. their writing is absolutely phenomenal, and what always gets me most, is the beautiful aftercare that they write. therefore, this piece was born! please kindly check out their writing, i cannot recommend it enough! <3 i hope you enjoy! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Gentle, rough and loving are the three words you would use to describe what it felt like to make love to Rhett Abbott. He had your face pushed down with one hand, onto the hard and cold floorboards of your living room floor. His other hand was gripping at your hip so hard, you knew his fingertips would leave bruises. Yet, the hand that was pressed on your face had his fingers curling round to the rise of your cheek, so the wooden floorboards wouldn’t hurt too much. The hand on your hip worked to steady your wrecked frame, so you would never fall forward and hurt your neck.

He had secured your wrists tightly together with some rope. The rope itself wasn’t some tattered and fraying rope that he had found in his barn, no. Rhett had insisted that he purchased proper bondage rope. Your safety was of the upmost importance to him, regardless that he was treating you like a common whore in this very moment. He used his extensive, and ever growing knowledge of cowboy knots, to tie your wrists together and let them rest on the arch of your back. It was the perfect centre of gravity so that you wouldn’t topple over when his thrusts became particularly rough.

At the beginning of your relationship, before any rougher type of sex had occurred, you explained to Rhett your prior experience of aftercare with previous partners was, minimal, to say the least. It was during the quiet confines of your shared bed during one moonlit night. You remember the look on his face, shadowed gently by the moonlight filtering in through your lacy curtains. His face contorted into hard lines above his eyebrows, yet his eyes still wore a soft and loving gaze for you. He was both angry beyond belief that no one would take care of you like that, and deeply consoling to your fears and hurt.

“I promise you, I’ll never let that happen to you, m’love. You’re safe with me. I hope y’ can come to trust me, in time.”

He understood that he had to earn that trust from you in time, and he made a promise to himself that gentle night that he would.

A year later and Rhett had kept his promise.

After the scene was over and he came down from his own ecstasy inducing high, the word loving, was about to replace the word rough. He could still hear your faint whimpers that escaped your mouth in time with your body twitching from your heightened sensitivity. With heightened caution, he slowly slipped his fingers out from under your cheek to allow for your face to gently meet the floorboards. His other hand still had a hold on your hips to steady you, but his moved his fingertips an inch upwards so he wouldn’t press down on the particularly sore points. His hand from your face traveled over the base of your skull, along your spine in your neck and dipped in between your shoulder blades. This was when you first registered his voice.

“Darlin’, can y’ feel that? Feel my hand on your neck?” You let out a small grunt in response. You had intended it to be a hum in agreement, but with lack of water it distorted your voice. He understood your tone none the less and made a mental note to get you water as soon as he was able. He continued to trace your spine with his hand until he reached your tied wrists. He was allowing you to feel his gentle touch, to remind you that his far rougher touch was finished now. His fingertips reached your bound wrists and you heard him speak again.

“I’m goin’ un-tie your wrists now, darlin’. I won’t let y’ go, I promise.” He worked his set of fingers nimbly to un-tie the knots. He only ever used knots that were quick and easy to un-tie, especially with one hand. As you felt the rope be pulled out from underneath your wrists like a table cloth off a table, your wrists went limp and they slid down your hips. Rhett was quick to grasp onto them to allow your centre of gravity to stay. You huffed out a groan that he could only register as, exhaustion.

He made another mental note. “Your poor back and wrists, they must be so sore. Cream, after water.”

“Shh, m’love. I know, I know. I’m goin’ turn you over now, okay?” The hand on your hip guided you down to the floor and then slid round to your belly, to turn you around to face him. The gentle hold on your wrists let go momentarily before he gathered them back in his hand to rest on your stomach. He had you turned over and now sat in his lap, as he sat on the floor. He had one hand resting in between your shoulder blades, allowing him to hold you up right and see your face. Your cheeks were flushed a rosy red, with tear stains tracking down your flesh. Your eyes were drooping and completely glazed over, and you wore a cock drunk, lopsided smile.

He was proud that he could fuck you so good that you would end up as a wreck like this, but that was done now. It was now his responsibility to be gentle and loving with you, and take care of you.

“Can you tell me your name?” Rhett avoided using any pet names that would be used during a scene like that, as to not push you into subspace any further.

“Bambi?” You croaked out with your eyebrows furrowing slightly. His lips quirked up in the corner of his mouth, but he kept it hidden from you.

“That’s not your name right now. Can y’ tell me your name?”

Your brow furrowed deeper and you inhaled a shaky breath. Your glazed over eyes scanned his face and he felt a wave of relief when he saw your eyes crinkle in the corners ever so slightly. It was a tell tale sign that you were coming back around and you remembered Rhett as your lover and someone who was safe, to you. You called out your own name and he placed a softening kiss to your forehead with praise.

“Atta’ girl.” He beamed in delight. “That’s your name ‘nd I’m here to take care of y’ now, okay, darlin’?” You nodded in response and removed your hands from his to grab onto the collar of his plaid shirt. You buried your face into his neck, letting your cheeks scratch over his stubble and your nose inhale his familiar scent, grounding you further.

“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett…” You mumbled incoherently into his flesh.

He smiled to himself and moved his hand to cradle your head. “That’s right, sweetheart. It’s me, you’re safe now. I’m gon’ take y’ upstairs ‘nd get y’ cleaned up, okay?”

You nodded against his shoulder and let him scoop you up under your thighs, allowing himself to get off his knees and cradled you next to his torso. He carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, letting you down softly onto the mattress below. He shed his own plaid shirt and instructed you to sit up briefly. He guided your arms into the sleeves and wrapped it around your bare chest, noticing you were shivering slightly. You held tightly onto his biceps as he pulled away from you. There was a look in your eyes, a pleading desperation for Rhett not to leave you. He recognized it instantly and reassured you within a second.

“I jus’ need to get y’ some water and ointment first, m’love. I’m gon’ be ten seconds.” He pressed another praising kiss to your forehead. Your glazed over eyes looked almost tearful and it caused his stomach to drop through the floor. It teared at his heartstrings, knowing that you entrusted him so deeply like this.

You watched as he left your bedroom, with the glass from your nightstand in his hand. You kept your eyes intently focused on the doorway and awaited for his return from the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and the pipes shaking throughout the rest of your home. When he returned, you held out your hand, as to beckon him for his reassuring presence. He squatted down by the bedside and handed you the glass. He reached up to brush the hair out of your eyes, looking up at you with a prideful smile when you gulped down the soothing liquid within seconds.

“I’ll get y’ another glass in a bit. Can I have your wrists first, please?”

Rhett was well aware of the fuzzy headspace that you could be in. Regardless of the stage, he understood that you may be unable to communicate back to him. Therefore, asking for your permission, or telling you what he was doing was always first on his mind.

You held out your wrists and let him take them delicately into his own hands. His calloused fingertips had always been rough, since the day you met him, but somehow, when they were drawing over your skin it seemed as though it was a featherlight and tender touch. You adored how your rough and tough cowboy, could be so gentle and loving.

He moved the ointment over your wrists and asked you to sit up next so he could soothe your aching back. He could feel your eyes fixated on him the whole time. You were tracing and following his every move. But he knew it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, it was because you were finally receiving the proper aftercare that you deserved and you wanted to burn it into your memory forever. He could feel how your body was keening into his loving touch, with every simple swipe and stroke of the cooling ointment. When his fingertips ran over your wrist, he could sense your pulse coming back to a resting rate, which pleased him greatly.

When the pain points that he was aware of were covered, he moved onto your needs that you perhaps hadn’t yet communicated to him.

“Darlin’, can y’ tell, or point, to any other parts that hurt, please?” You out stretched your finger to point at your knees and he let out a quiet chuckle to himself. “Of course. I’m not surprised, y’ took me s’ well, sweetheart.”

He moved up and onto the bed, and caught your gaze in the process. Your eyes had lit up and sparkled brightly at his sweet praise. Your mouth was parted with an anticipated smile.

“I— I did?”

Your fingers twiddled with one another in your lap. He recognized how your body language shifted and the look you wore on your face. You were asking for praise and reassurance, something that you had never had prior.

“Oh, m’love,” he scooted up to where you sat against the headboard. He knelt next to you and took your face in his hands again. “You did incredible for me. I’m s’ proud of you. You’re such a good bunny for me.” He leaned down to gingerly press a kiss to your cheek but your lips met his instead. You hovered mere millimeters away from his lips and you swore you could’ve felt a zap! of electricity connect you both. You felt his warm breath fan over your lips and you gazed up at him through your lashes.

He swallowed thickly and his voice got caught in his throat. “Can I kiss you, darlin’?”

“Please, Rhett.” You breathlessly pleaded. He leaned in to meet your lips and your body almost went limp against his. The first loving kiss that came after a particularly rough fucking, was always the final piece to the puzzle. Like clockwork, you came back around and you were now fully understanding of your surroundings and who you were with. You were with your Rhett, who was gentle, rough and loving.

He pulled away, with you both letting out a small gasp at the sudden contact of air. He held your gaze for a couple of moments longer. He loved the way how you keened into his touch, how you were moving your face to press your cheeks harder against his large hands.

“Let me finish taking care of your knees, ‘nd then I’ll cuddle up close to you, okay?” You nodded in his hold and let him slip away, back down to your legs.

Moments later your body was smoothed out with the ointment, you had another glass of water down you and you had been moved back into Rhett’s arms. He’d pulled out your old laptop from underneath your bed to watch something easy, alongside some emergencies snacks for occasions such as these.

He had taken his plaid shirt off you at your request. You wanted to feel the ever comforting feeling of skin on skin contact. He was sat back against the headboard with you in between his legs. His broad and toned thighs were locking around you and keeping you protected. His hands ran up and down your arms in soothing strokes, and sketched out mindless shapes on your flesh. He occasionally dipped into the snack you had in your hand to feed you one or feed himself, which always earned a giggle from you.

“Do y’ want a bath after this, darlin’? I’ll give y’ a proper massage too, the lavender oil and everythin’.”

Your head rolled back into the crook of his neck and onto his shoulder. You let out a satisfied hum and looked upwards towards Rhett. Your hands moved to cradle the back of his skull and toy with the lick of hairs at the base of his neck. He craned his face down to catch your satisfied, yet still drooping gaze.

“Please, lover.” You paused for a second and sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth. “You’re s’ gentle, rough and loving to me.”

If your hand was on his chest right now, you’d be able to feel his heart beating in double time. So fast, it could burst right through his chest. Your trust was solidified in Rhett and it made his heart feel as though there was a bed of wildflowers blooming inside of him.

“Anythin’ for you, m’love. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I’ll always take care of you too, cowboy.”

Your own statement was as true as his. After a particularly rough ride and having his knees scraped and his shoulder pushed out of his socket, you would be there. Your hands would roughly grip at his chest and shoulder to pop the bone back in its place, but your hands would turn gentle as you pressed the cotton pad to his bloodied knees. You would lovingly run your hands through his hair as he lay with his cheek pressed on your bare chest, when the exhaustion would wrack his body entirely.

You loved and cared so deeply for each other, that you both knew no one would, or could, ever match that.

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[sugarcoated-lame]

Joy Ride

Rhett Abbott x Reader

Synopsis: When your boyfriend, Rhett, picks you up from a night out, you decide to show him how much you appreciate him on the way home.

or I just have a lot of thots about giving Rhett road head and this was the result pls enjoy (:

Word Count: ~1.7K.

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI! Mentions of alcohol and drinking, smut, oral (m receiving), distracted driving?, Let me know if there’s any I’ve missed!

A/N: This is my first time posting any writing so please be kind! I’d love to hear any feedback, comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated! Thank you so much for reading, I hope it’s not shit! <3 Also, I just wanna say a massive thank you to my beloved @sebsxphia for being an absolute angel and reading this through for me and encouraging me to post it, you're the best seb and I love you so much!!! <3

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It was nearing 2am when the ringing of Rhett’s phone pulled him out of the dozy state he’d fallen into watching a movie on the couch.

Seeing your contact photo, his sweet, shy girl in his favorite sundress and wearing his cowboy hat, had brought a tired smile to Rhett’s face.

He’d been waiting on your call. When you’d told him earlier that day that your girlfriends had invited you for a night out at a bar, Rhett was quick to offer to be your ride home.

“Oh no, Rhett, you don’t have to. I can just get an Uber home.” You’d tried to decline, not wanting to put him out, but he’d insisted. Told you to let loose and have fun catching up with your friends.

He’s more than happy to be picking you up in the middle of the night if it means he knows you’ll be getting home safe after your night of drinking. Even happier for the opportunity to just spend some time with his girl.

After only a few months of dating, Rhett’s pretty sure he’d do anything for you.

It’s now about 20 minutes since you’d called and asked him to come get you, since quickly shrugging on his jacket and hat and heading out the door, that Rhett’s parking his truck just down the road from the bar.

When you see your boyfriend walk in through the bar doors, in your drunken state, you’re up and running.

“RHETT!” Practically squealing out his name, you make a beeline towards him. Jumping into his arms, yours clumsily wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist. You’re giggling and planting a big kiss on his lips as Rhett’s large hands come to cup the backs of your thighs to support you.

All the while, your friends watch on, laughing and cooing at the cuteness of the two of you. They loved seeing one of Wabang’s toughest, stoic cowboys go all soft for you, and only you.

After Rhett returns your kiss, you’re swiping the cowboy hat off his head and placing it atop your own with a grin and a glint in your glazed-over eyes.

Rhett gently places you back on the ground, chuckling at the state of you—a giggling mess, his hands on your waist to steady you.

He leans down to your height, gruff voice in your ear asking, “You ready to go, Sweetheart?”

The gravely nature of his deep voice leaves your head spinning, legs a little shakier than they already are due to the alcohol. He made your head spin more than any drink could.

It’s only after Rhett ensures that your friends have a safe way home that the two of you bid them goodnight, Rhett draping his jacket over your shoulders and leading you out of the bar with a hand on the small of your back.

On the walk back to his truck, Rhett relishes in the way you’re all over him. He loves seeing you like this— your usual, slightly more reserved demeanor gone along with your inhibitions. He knows you’re probably going to go all shy on him when he lovingly teases you about it in the morning.

It’s something he’s only been witness to maybe a handful of times in the months of dating you and he finds it endearing.

The way you cling to his side, leaning up to place soft kisses to the skin of his neck, entangling your fingers with the ones of his hand that’s resting around your waist. Still giggling and whispering in his ear about how pretty you think he is.

“...so beautiful, Rhett. The prettiest cowboy, baby.”

It’s moments like these; alone on an empty street in the middle of the night, just the two of you, that Rhett doesn’t feel the need to be bashful about the blush that he knows is currently coloring his cheeks due to such affection.

After helping you into the truck and buckling you in, Rhett walks around to the driver’s side. Letting out a low chuckle as he watches you through the windows. You’re removing his cowboy hat from your head and tossing it into the backseat.

Rhett drives with a warm hand on your thigh, gently soothing it along your skin as he asks you how your night was. You grab ahold of Rhett’s hand, telling him all about the events of the evening and how fun it was to catch up with your friends.

The feel of his large, calloused palm is a sharp contrast in your smaller, softer one. You’re playing with the fingers that had been tracing along your thigh, before bringing it up to your lips to place a soft kiss to his knuckles.

In your still-slightly tipsy state, you’re thanking him for coming to get you. Telling him how much you appreciate him, how much you love him, and Rhett swears he feels his heart double in size.

The two of you had only recently made that declaration, and he still wasn’t used to how much he loved hearing you say it.

Pressing another delicate kiss to Rhett’s hand, you release it in favor of reaching over to run your hand over his lap. Cupping him through his Wranglers, your lip quirks as his hips jolt in surprise, involuntarily bucking toward your touch.

You scoot a little closer to him on the bench seat of his truck, hands working their way up to his belt buckle.

“What are you doing, Bunny?” A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as you begin to unbuckle it.

“I really appreciate you baby. Just wanna show you how much.” You implore with a voice full of need, hungrily eyeing the bulge in his jeans as you work to free his already-hardening cock.

“Honey, you don’t have to-” Rhett begins to speak, but is cut off by the hitching of his breath when your hand begins to stroke him.

Leaning down to press a kiss to his weeping tip, you feel him twitch in your hand as he nearly swerves his truck onto the wrong side of the street. Luckily, there’s really nobody on the road at this late hour.

You lick at the beads of precum that dribble from his slit, still stroking his shaft as you take him into your mouth. Humming softly at the familiar taste of him, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure down Rhett’s spine.

He’s driving with one hand on the steering wheel, the other in your hair as you eagerly suck his cock. Your warm, wet mouth taking in more of his length while your hand continues to work at the base, stroking whatever you can’t fit. He tries not to buck his hips up too much, not wanting to cause you any discomfort.

“Easy Bunny, easy.” He groans out as you take him down your throat, nearly losing his mind when he feels you gag around him. Swallowing and trying to relax your throat as you hold him there.

The feeling of the tip of your nose pressing against the curls at Rhett’s pelvis as you swallow his entire length has the both of you moaning. His aloud and yours muffled against him, the vibrations nearly sending him over the edge.

It’s taking Rhett everything in him to keep his focus on the road while you release him with an audible ‘pop’. A string of saliva still connecting the head of his cock and your plush lips, your hand wraps around his shaft as you give yourself a moment to breathe.

You’re placing little kitten licks to his tip while you stroke him once more, kissing your way down his length and back up again. Laving your tongue along the prominent vein that spans the underside of his cock before you take him back into your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks as you pick up the pace.

It’s when he’s stopped at a red light that Rhett looks down at you, wondering what the fuck he did to deserve you.

Your pretty lips wrapped around him, staring back up at him with those wide, innocent doe eyes. Mascara tears trailing down your cheeks, your fingernails digging into his denim-clad thigh.

“Fucking hell, Bunny!” With a particularly harsh suck, Rhett reaches his high with a grunt. Eyes rolling back in his head as he sends hot ropes of cum spilling down your throat.

You keep him in your mouth, continuing to suck him gently. Prolonging his high until he’s well and truly spent. You moan at the heady taste of him, his grip in your hair tightening, cock twitching on your tongue from the overstimulation.

When you’re certain you’ve swallowed down every last drop of cum Rhett had to offer, you release him with one final kiss to his tip, making his entire body jolt with sensitivity. His grasp on your hair going slack as you carefully tuck him back into his pants.

It’s a good thing there are no cars on the road behind you because Rhett’s frozen for a good few minutes. Eyes glazed over much like yours when he picked you up from the bar, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

He doesn’t know how long he’s sat there in such a state before you’re softly calling his name, leaning over to place a kiss to his flushed cheek.

Before you’re whispering, “Baby, the light is green...” and falling back into your seat in a fit of giggles as he fails to come back down to earth.

When Rhett’s breathing finally returns to normal, he’s grabbing you by the back of your neck and pulling you into a feverish kiss.

It’s hungry and full of need, Rhett groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. Pulling quiet little whines from your throat as he catches your bottom lip between his teeth.

When Rhett pulls back, his eyes are wild. Pupils blown, barely a hint of that beautiful, crystalline blue you’ve come to love is visible.

He starts up the car again, and this time it’s you that’s left breathless. Left in a daze as he practically growls out, accent as strong as you’ve ever heard it,

“Gotta get you home so I can return the favor. Gonna fuckin’ ruin you, bunny.”

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Thank you for reading! xx

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[bobgasm]

unholy | r.a

pairing: single dad!rhett abbott x ofc!faith jones word count: 7639 warnings: establish relationship, fluff, high school reunion, drinking, mentions of murder/cover up, age gap [23/31] smut, nsfw [18+ only], sex in the chapel, slightly religious undertones, semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, rhett has a breeding kink [so does faith], daddy kink, pregnancy kink, bull riding [not rhett], sex in a field, rhett gets choked,

summary: in which rhett’s daughters meddle once again and it sees him and miss faith making an appearance at his high school reunion

author’s note: inspired by unholy by miley cyrus. a huge thank you to my bby morgan (@attapullman) who listened to me rant and rave about these characters and helped me create this cute lil family 🥰

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Rhett had done his best to hide the invitation to his high school reunion, but with a pair of nosey twin daughters and a girlfriend who was just as curious, he wasn’t surprised when they sat him down to question him about it. 

His girlfriend, Faith, was a little more understanding of his reservations. He’d started to build a great life outside of Wabang, and to dig up some of those old memories would be hard. He was still the younger brother of Perry Abbott, the man who’d murdered his wife, and the youngest son of Royal Abbott, who’d helped him cover it up. While he was working on building bridges to accept his family, but also prove he wasn’t like them, to be put in a place where that was all anyone seemed to care about…yeah, he wasn’t excited in the least. 

Still, his daughters persisted. Eventually, they convinced Faith it would be good for them both. Describing exactly what dress she should wear to the gathering, while still in discussion about what Rhett should wear. 

“Amy said it’s all anyone in town is talking about,” TJ gushed, immediately looking at Hannah for confirmation. 

“Don’t you want to see your old friends?” Hannah asked. 

At nine, the twins were relentless. Stubborn just like their father, and passionate for things they cared about. Rhett couldn’t fault it, he really couldn’t. He only had himself to blame. He was kind and loving and patient with them, everything Royal wasn’t. When he was upset, he let his fists do the talking. Rhett made sure he communicated his feelings and that he was never mad or upset with them, that he would always love them.

It was important to him that they knew nothing but adoration and support from their father. That they could talk to him about their feelings and he would do his best to help them find a solution. Even when they were mad at him he would still tell them he loved them and kiss them goodnight. 

“You’ve made some good points, but ultimately I think it’s time we let dad think about it,” Faith stepped in. Rhett cast her a grateful look before smiling at his daughters. 

“You promise to actually think about it?” Hannah stared him down pointedly, hands on her hips. 

“I promise,” he assured her. “Go brush your teeth. I’ll be in t’ check on you both shortly.”

They did as they were asked, leaving Faith to handle the dad situation for them. She’d told them she was only onboard if Rhett was, but they didn’t know she had a little more persuasion than them. Leaning into his side a little more, pressing a kiss to his cheek, a couple days worth of stubble scratching her lips. 

“They know how closed off you used to be. They’ve seen you making progress with the other mom’s and dad’s, and just want to see you take back your life,” she told him softly. 

He rumbled out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. “The first two sentences are them. The bit about takin’ back my life? That’s your words,” he muttered. 

“No, they’re yours,” she corrected him. “They’re what you said to me after all that shit came out about who my dad is, and the state I worked myself into trying to imagine how you’d react to it all. People are going to talk about it whether you go or not, Rhett. It’s whether you want the power to control the narrative, or let them come to their own wrongful conclusions about your lack of attendance.”

“I jus’ don’t want any more bad attention brought t’ Ma or Amy,” he said, closing his eyes as she cupped his cheek and placed a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“Quit worrying, cowboy,” she soothed. “Let’s go say goodnight to the girls, hm?”

In the weeks leading up to the reunion, Rhett completely forgot about it. He admitted to Faith when he’d responded that he’d be in attendance with his girlfriend, she’d marked it on the calendar and organised with Cece for her to have the girls that night. 

The plan was to be in Wabang by mid afternoon so Rhett and Faith could get ready. The girls were thrilled he’d agreed to go, and had taken it upon themselves to find an outfit for him that would match Faith’s. She’d found a cute tulip shaped dress that was more red than it was rusty orange, but the suit they wanted him to wear was the perfect match. A dark green piece that they wanted him to wear with a white shirt underneath. 

Faith had picked out a simple silver chain to wear with it as well. The grouchy man shot down every idea for some rings or a watch, but he allowed the necklace. All three of his girls were more than happy he’d even agreed to that. 

Rhett let the girls help him get ready, like they had done previously for his first few dates with Faith. They liked that he let them fuss with his hair without any complaints, even though they knew he’d constantly run his hands through it. He felt naked without a hat keeping his hair from falling in his face, but a hat wasn’t an option, apparently. 

Overdressed and out of place, he knew they’d both stick out like a sore thumb. Wabang wasn’t the kind of place where people dressed up unless it was for church, and even then, cowboy hats and boots were the norm. He felt awkward, and knew he’d want to change into something he felt more comfortable in, so he kept a change of clothes of himself and Faith in his truck. If they were enjoying themselves, they could change and head to the bar like he knew everyone would do. He wanted to make sure to be prepared for every outcome. And if they weren’t having a good time, they could leave and head back to the Abbott ranch. 

He indulged Cece with conversation while Amy and the twins checked on Faith. Since Faith had joined his little family unit, he’d made more of an effort to be around his mom. He wasn’t the only one betrayed by what Perry and Royal had done. He’d slowly come to realise that and had apologised to her one night about closing himself off. 

Cece had understood, of course she had, but to her it felt like she’d lost all of her family. She was left to raise Amy while Rhett moved away to raise his own daughters. He came by almost every weekend so they all had some kind of relationship, but it was tense. Amy doted on the twins, loving that she had baby cousins, and Cece appreciated that she had a relationship with all of her grandchildren. But she missed her son. She watched him grow into an amazing parent without much help from her, and it hurt. 

It had taken a long time to get back to a good place where they could talk freely to each other, without it ending in an argument. They both knew Faith had been the one who’d brought them back together, so it only made sense that Cece was the first person who knew Rhett wanted to marry her. 

She’d seen it from their first interaction. The way she loved his daughters like they were her own. The love and wonder that shone in his eyes whenever he looked at her, like he couldn’t believe his luck. It had meant so much to Cece that she had her son back, and she’d expressed her love for Faith to him. Telling him that she brought him out of his comfort zone and challenged him in the best way, and without her, it might’ve taken longer for them to grow close again. 

She didn’t know when Rhett was going to propose, but she told him that the girls needed to be involved. They were the ones who set them up, after all. If it weren’t for their meddling, he never would’ve found her. 

Rhett knew he was lucky. He counted his blessings every day. Waking up next to a woman who loved him and his kids was something he’d lost hope at finding a long time ago. 

His nerves for the reunion were more for the big reveal of what Faith was wearing, if he was being honest. He knew she was going to look beautiful no matter what, but when Amy, Hannah and TJ announced that she was coming downstairs, his palms started sweating. He imagined this feeling would be ten times worse at their own wedding, but it only made his excitement bubble that much more. 

Faith Abbott. He didn’t even need to ask, he knew the answer would be a resounding yes. 

As Faith made her way downstairs, she met Rhett’s eye and beamed brightly at him. He wondered if he looked starstruck, because he definitely felt like there was a stupid look on his face. Breath caught in his throat as she posed on the stairs for a couple of photos the twins insisted on. 

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, daddy?”

Rhett could tell you every discernible difference between his identical twin daughters, but at that moment, he had no idea who asked him. And honestly, all he could do was dumbly nod and try to swallow the lump in his throat. 

“Yeah, she does,” he agreed, taking her into his arms and stealing her breath away with a kiss. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Surprised the stetson hasn’t made an appearance,” Faith teased, swiping some lipstick from his mouth with her thumb. 

“We hid it,” Amy stated proudly. Rhett had found it and thrown it in the back of the truck for safe keeping. Not that he didn’t trust them, but he didn’t like to go far without it. 

Faith thanked her for her help while Cece gushed about how gorgeous they both looked, insisting on a couple of photos of them together. 

“C’mon Ma, it’s not like we’re off t’ prom,” Rhett fussed. 

“You didn’t go t’ prom,” she pointed out. “You ditched t’ go t’ a tailgate.”

Faith grinned. “Please, just a couple for me?”

He’d do anything she asked, folding almost immediately. Keeping his arm around her waist as she helped him pose and settle against him. Cece and the girls all took a few quick photos and instructed them how to pose. Even with Rhett’s grumbling, he obliged. Eventually insisting they were going to be late, kissing the girls on their cheeks before ushering Faith out the door and into his truck. 

Faith asked if there were any people he wanted to see, holding his hand as they drove down the dirt road. She saw his jaw tense and his grip tighten in hers. 

“We don’t have to stay long,” she assured him. “We can ditch it if you’re not having a good time…get drunk at a bar instead.”

He smiled, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “You look too good t’ go t’ a dinky ol’ country bar, Lil Lady.”

He wasn’t about to reveal that he’d thought of every outcome. Used to his kids getting messy or hating being so dressed up, it was second nature to bring extra clothes. He didn’t want Faith to think he didn’t appreciate the effort she’d put into her outfit tonight. She looked good, so good that he wanted to show her off. So good that he’d planned to take advantage of her in that outfit, and he knew she’d be more than willing. 

“Thanks, Handsome Cowboy.”

When they arrived at the highschool, Rhett was out of the truck and walking to the other side to help Faith out. She was used to his old school chivalry. Waiting patiently with a smile for him to get to her door and help her out, large hands settled comfortably on her hips as he brought her to the ground. She indulged him in a kiss, slow and sweet. 

“Y’ready?” He asked her, bumping his nose against hers. 

“Are you?”

Rhett chuckled softly. “No, but we’re here, may as well get it over with, hm?”

He kissed her once again, slipping his hand into hers and leading her toward the school. He hadn’t told Faith much about his school experience, but then again, it wasn’t much to write home about. He showed up, did what he needed to do, and socialised a little. Enough that people knew who he was, but that was a given in a small place like Wabang. 

He kept to himself – school wasn’t for everyone. When Rebecca, Perry’s wife, went missing during his senior year, everyone started looking at him differently. They’d whisper about her disappearance and throw looks of pity his way. 

Of course, when it came out a few years later that Perry had been responsible for her disappearance and subsequent murder, the looks of pity turned into looks of disgust. Then word got around that Royal had helped him cover it up. 

Rhett had been dealing with a lot at that time. His daughters had just turned one, he was at the crux of his career in bull riding, and he was winning every event he had. The shit with his family had thrown a spanner in the works and he’d had a particularly bad ride one night, made worse by the news that the girls’ mom had been involved in a car accident…he was a mess. Barely scraping the bottom of the barrel to hold his shit together, but assuming that his daughters had been in the wreck too. 

Cecelia had watched from the stand as Rhett took the call. She knew something horrible had happened, so had told Amy to run to the truck and get it started, she’d grab Rhett. He hadn’t even thought that his mom would give a shit, so when she’d grabbed him and told him to pull it together until he had all the information, he understood a little bit more about how she was dealing with everything. 

Cece knew how to prioritise. She had gone through hell and back with Perry and Royal, but Rhett needed her. He’d never ask for her help, so if she told him how things were going to work, he’d listen. She pulled herself together in a moment where their worlds had fallen apart, but the punches kept coming. She helped him keep a steady head until they had all the information. 

Rhett had never been more grateful, but it took him years to properly understand that was what a parent did. That was what Royal had done for Perry, in their own fucked up way. Cece had been the rock that Rhett needed in a very difficult time, and he had no idea. Still a kid himself, trying to juggle his sister in law’s murder, his career, and becoming a parent, he was barely keeping his head above water. 

His daughters had been left with a friend of their biological mother, Sally, who’d been drunk and gone out to get more alcohol. She’d caused a huge crash and her car had gone through the barrier on the bridge. The officer said it would’ve been over very quickly, but they couldn’t locate the babies after finding empty car seats. 

Rhett had called everyone he knew trying to find his daughters. Eventually, one of the nurses answered the phone belonging to Sally and passed it to Rhett. He’d sobbed in relief that someone was with them – that they were okay, and had to break the news that Sally had died. 

They’d been through a lot in their short lives, but he did everything he could to make sure they had the best upbringing they could. Giving up his dream to become a professional bull rider and prioritising their happiness over his own. 

It was how he ended up meeting Faith, by his daughters insisting he start dating. They weren’t oblivious to their friends’ parents gossiping about their dad. They played like they never heard them and ignored their prying questions until they had enough information gathered to sit him down and give him a presentation. It contained the type of woman they thought he’d like, the kind of dates they could go on, and Rhett had been shocked. He’d kind of expected, from their prior questioning, that they wanted him to start dating. He never anticipated they’d take matters into their own hands, however. 

They’d been his biggest supporters when Faith started coming around more. They adored her, and she adored them. She even made it known to Rhett that they didn’t have to have one on one dates all the time, and that they were part of his life. She wanted to get to know them better too. That kind of effort was what the other women lacked – they only wanted one night of fun, and he was well over that part of his life. 

The effort was so attractive to him, that he wasn’t surprised he fell head over heels in love with her. He realised it one morning when Faith hadn’t left for work early, and had instead made them all breakfast and was helping do the girls’ hair. He could see his little family was so happy and whole, having found their missing piece. 

His point was proved when the girls sat them both down a couple weeks ago and gave them another presentation on why Faith should be their mom officially and marry their dad, but also give them more siblings. Faith had asked him later that night if he’d let her finish her study first before they tried to expand their family. Her exact words were, “give me a year and then I’ll let you put a baby in me.” 

Rhett had never heard anything so sexy. 

He could wait a year. He’d already waited long enough to find her, so a year to let her finish her study was nothing. Plus, she was excited as he was to grow their family. That knowledge alone was more than enough reassurance that she wasn’t going anywhere. 

Rhett showed Faith around the school. Showing her his favourite places to hide when he had a class that he wasn’t interested in a subject. Eventually, they made their way to the gymnasium. He expected they’d be the most dressed up, but it turned out they fit right in. He recognised a few people, some of the guys still wearing their hat or boots. 

“You want a drink?” He asked Faith, feeling her squeeze his hand as she smiled at him. 

“Sounds good.”

They quickly got themselves some drinks, mingling with a few people who were excited to see Rhett. He introduced them to Faith and she happily chatted away to them. Loving getting to know everyone, and sharing what she did for work and how they met. 

Everyone Faith spoke to was lovely, but it was exhausting work. She asked Rhett a couple times to get her a fresh drink, earning a kiss on the cheek before he dutifully obliged, grateful for the brief intermission it gave him. Talking himself up wasn’t something he liked to do, but he was proud of how far he’d come from being that young kid. Faith sang his praises whenever she could, enjoying the chance to brag. She loved her little family and she wanted everyone to know. 

As the night went on and more drinks were consumed, they’d been pulled in for a few photos with some of Rhett’s old friends. Faith was glad to see Rhett had loosened up a bit and was enjoying himself. Sending smiles her way or drawing her near to steal a kiss. 

PDA wasn’t typically his thing. She didn’t mind at all because they were usually accompanied by their kids, but she loved seeing this side of him. This man was so proud to call her his girl that he made sure everyone knew it. He told everyone she was studying to be a Social Worker, specialising with youths. She loved teaching swimming, “that’s how we met, you know,” and she was a huge part of the community. 

He didn’t miss the way her look had changed from adoring to sultry, like she’d have her way with him right there if he didn’t shut up soon. She turned the lull in conversation in her favour, excusing herself to the bathroom. Rhett would find her, he always did. 

“You should come to the new bar in town.” Rhett barely registers who’s talking, nodding in agreement. Too preoccupied with Faith and where she’d disappeared to for him to care about anything else. 

She wanted him, and he wanted her just as badly. 

He found himself asking where it was. Wabang was familiar in some aspects, but new developers meant buildings had been built on land he knew used to belong to other families. With the information barely stored, he says they’ll be there. Excusing himself with a polite nod of his head as he exited the gymnasium. 

He bypassed the bathroom with a few people standing outside, hearing the faint click of her heels as he took a left and heard the heavy doors to the chapel open. The chapel was a small room, enough chairs for a class to attend the morning Mass that used to be held on Wednesday’s before class. 

He found Faith admiring the stained glass behind the altar, making sure to click the door shut behind him. She cast a look over her shoulder, smiling bashfully. 

“Y’sure picked a hell of a room for this rendezvous, Lil Lady,” Rhett said, slowly making his way down the aisle between the rows of chairs. 

“Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin,” Faith replied as he stopped in front of her, tilting her chin up with his forefinger. 

“Thought we would’ve left by now so I didn’t bring a condom,” he confessed, thumb lightly stroking her cheek. 

“What if we just…didn’t use condoms anymore?” She suggested, running her hands up his chest. “I want a baby with you, Rhett. I don’t want to wait for our family to grow.”

He groaned as he slid his hand into her hair, cupping the base of her skull and kissing her with a fiery tenacity that had her knees weak. She slid her arms around his neck, fisting his hair as his hands slid down her body. Squeezing her breasts, gripping her hips and groping her ass. 

“Fuck, y’sure about this?” He asked breathlessly, eyes finding hers as he rested their foreheads together. He wanted it more than anything. He wanted her, their family, this little life they’d perfectly curated. 

Faith knew she’d asked for more time and that now she was taking it back. She was scrapping the timeline they’d agreed on. It was huge, but Rhett and his daughters had given him something she’d never known she was missing. A family. Community. People to fuss over and adore with her entire being. People who had welcomed her with open arms, despite her past, because they wanted her to be part of their future. They saw her in their future. More than anything, she wanted a future. She finally saw what her future held, and that was being a mom to her boyfriend’s adorable twin daughters and expanding their little family. Being a loving girlfriend, and eventually wife, to a man who’d proved time and time again that she was worth the effort. 

“I want everything with you, Rhett Abbott. I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” she confessed just as breathlessly. He dipped his head to pepper kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, tugging one of her breasts free from her dress and wrapping his mouth 

around her pebbled nipple. “Rhett, fuck me.”

She roughly palmed him over his trousers, fingers trying to free him from his confines. Eventually popping the button and reaching into his pants to wrap her hand around his growing length. 

“Fuck,” he groaned against her chest, hitching her dress up around her waist. Fingers seeking her warm, wet centre. “Y’ haven’t worn panties all night?”

“Nuh uh,” she mumbled, drawing his head back for another searing kiss. She moaned as his fingers sought her swollen clit, fingers delving into her heat as she swiped her thumb across the tip of his cock to elicit the same sound from him. “Need you, Rhett, please.”

“G’na put a baby in you,” he growled, backing her up to the wall where she had previously been admiring the stained glass. “Fuck, Faith.”

She keened at his touch, whining as he removed his fingers from her cunt and replaced them with the tip of his cock. “Put a baby in me, Rhett.”

His lips claimed hers as he hitched her leg up around his waist and sunk himself into her. Groaning as he felt her tight, slick pussy stretch and relax around him. His tongue slipping into her mouth, tasting the wine she’d been drinking and swallowing her moans as he found his rhythm. 

Faith gasped as he bit down on her lip, her hands tightening in his hair. “Fuck,” she groaned, his fingers seeking her clit. “Feels so fucking good, Daddy.”

“Yeah, y’ like that Daddy’s gonna fuck a baby into ya, hm?” He said, lips and teeth nipping at her neck. “Fill you with my seed? Fuck, such a needy lil pussy. Grippin’ me s’tight.” He groaned as he felt her clench down around him, her breathy symphony of moans like music to his ears. 

“Can I cum on your cock, Daddy?”

He stuttered out a “yes,” losing himself in the feeling of her body. The way she chanted his name like a prayer, begging for him to cum inside her. Put a baby in her. Hips stuttering as his own high caught up to him and crashed into him like a bull in a china shop. Bottoming out as he reached absolution, not a care in the world as they defiled a holy sanctuary, wrapped totally in and of themselves. 

He kissed her as they came down from their highs, savouring the taste of her lips. The feeling of utter euphoria. The way she sighed and tugged at his hair as his mouth slowly devoured hers. Languidly, breathlessly. 

Faith felt exhilarated as they walked hand in hand back to the gymnasium. Rhett had tried to help her tame her hair as much as they could, but he couldn’t do much for the new hickies adorning her neck. Luckily her hair hid most of the small bruises, but she still felt like they were visible. 

They were planning on leaving, heading home to continue what they’d started in the chapel, then Rhett mentioned a new bar they’d been invited to. He’d blindly agreed, promising he’d make it up to her later if they just went for one drink. Faith knew he was enjoying himself, even if he didn’t admit it out loud. She could see it in the way he carried himself. Confident yet relaxed. It suited him. 

They headed out to the truck, promising a few people they’d been talking to that they’d stop by for a few drinks, if not to check the place out. Rhett grabbed the backpack from the bed of the truck, previously secured into the netting near the cab, and started to change right there in the parking lot. 

“Rhett Abbott, did you expect to have a good time tonight?” Faith asked him, taking hold of his jacket and folding it neatly. 

“I expected we’d be overdressed,” he replied, shooting her a wink as he pulled his boots off and changed from his grey trousers into a familiar pair of jeans. “There’s stuff for you in there, too. No panties, ‘m afraid.”

Faith laughed at the cheeky glint to his eye, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. She handed him his belt from the bag, climbing into the truck before taking her heels off and attempting to shimmy into a pair of her own jeans. By the time Rhett slid into the driver’s seat, she’d managed to change into a tee and donned a bra underneath, her dress now stuffed into the bag. Slipping her feet into some socks and a pair of cowboy boots Rhett had gifted her earlier in the year for her birthday. 

Faith appreciated being able to change. The heels had started hurting her feet, and the dress was gorgeous, but she felt more confident in jeans. 

It was rare that Rhett dressed up, and she’d enjoyed the new look for as long as he’d worn it. She’d be the first to admit that she missed his soft jeans and stetson, happy to discover that the familiar hat had found its way back atop of his head. Watching him with a smile on her face as they drove to the bar. 

They arrived and made their way inside, barely any time to wonder if it was the right place when a few guys hollered for them both. Waving them over, Rhett encouraged Faith to go while he grabbed them a couple of drinks. 

“Glad you both made it!” Adam said with a grin. 

“Thanks for inviting us,” Faith responded in kind, slipping into the booth next to Adam’s wife, Erin, who happily made room. 

“I’m just glad I’m not the only woman here anymore,” she joked. “The other wives don’t come out much. Too busy at home with the kids.”

Faith nodded in understanding. “Do you and Adam have any kids?”

“Three. Youngest is ten,” she replied with a smile. “You?”

“We only have Rhett’s two at the moment,” Faith said. “They sat us down and gave us a ‘we want siblings’ presentation.” 

Erin threw her head back in laughter. Faith grinned as she caught Rhett’s eye, making his way through the crowd to their table with a couple of drinks. 

“How old are they?”

“Just turned nine,” Rhett answered, wearing a small smile. “Little demons.”

“Do you have any pictures of them?” Erin asked. 

Rhett placed a drink in front of Faith before handing over his phone. Faith unlocked it and opened his pictures, swiping through to show Erin. 

“They have Rhett’s scowl,” Faith said fondly, searching for the photo she’d sent him of the three of them sitting in silence on the sofa one night. They’d been pouting about not being allowed to have their own phones, but Rhett said they were too young. They’d tried to ask Faith, but she also told them ‘no’. It ended up being a rather quiet night, the girls going to bed early after dinner, leaving Rhett and Faith to watch a movie by themselves. 

Erin showed a few pictures of her own kids, two sons and a daughter. Faith enjoyed the conversation while Rhett chatted shit with a few of the guys, occasionally sparing Faith a glance and always delighted to see her enjoying herself. 

He kept an eye on her as she and Erin wandered up to the bar to get everyone some more drinks. 

“Do you miss it?” Cory asked Rhett. 

“What’s that?” He’d missed most of the conversation, taking a sip of his beer. 

Cory asked again, “bull ridin’,”

Rhett gave a shrug. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “Don’t regret givin’ it up since it meant I could spend more time with m’ daughters.”

“He had a boys night with some of the other dad’s and I got sent a video of him ridin’ a mechanical bull at the bar,” Faith chimes in, passing out a few beers to the guys. “Never saw him on a real bull, but it looked like he’s still got it.”

There were a few laughs at her words before someone pointed out that there was a mechanical bull here. Rhett quickly shut down any ideas anyone had about him getting on, despite the protests and words of encouragement thrown his way. He was adamant that was a one time drunken thing he’d done, purely to prove he didn’t just like the cowboy aesthetic. 

Faith had been curious about attempting to ride a mechanical bull at least once in her life. She’d been too drunk at her friend’s birthday when they’d specifically gone to a bar so she could ride one, and after Rhett had gotten on the bull at that same bar, she’d asked him questions. He’d made it look so easy, and sure it came down to years of practice riding actual bulls at the rodeo, but he’d indulged her questions. Given her pointers that she’d stored away for when she actually got the chance to get on one. 

“You should do it,” Rhett told her quietly. 

He knew she’d gone quiet for a reason, catching her deep in thought while everyone was trying to convince him instead. She leant into him, letting him press a kiss to her temple. 

“Hm, yeah?” She replied, not entirely convinced. 

Rhett hummed in response. “Yeah. Y’ want to, right?” She nodded, so he continued. “Then do it.”

“Okay,” she agreed softly. 

“C’mon,” he encouraged her. “Faith’s gonna ride the bull!”

The group they were with cheered, making their way to where the bull was set up, while Adam asked one of the staff if they could get it started. Pointing over at Faith to show who wanted a turn. Rhett walked her up to the bull, giving her a reassuring kiss. 

“Y’ got this, baby,” he told her. “Remember what I taught ya?”

She nodded as he lifted her up and got her set up on the bull. “Hold on tight, squeeze those thighs,” she recounted for him. “Don’t fight it.”

Rhett grinned. “That’s my girl. Give ‘em hell, Lil Lady.”

He wandered back to their group and she made sure she was holding on tight before nodding at the staff member who was in charge of the machine. He switched the bull on and heard the cheers of the crowd, but her focus was on staying up. Making sure she didn’t fight the jerky motions but instead went with it. Throwing her hand up for balance, grinning as she whipped around and used her legs to stay on. 

She couldn’t tell you if time went faster or slower while up there, but she understood the feeling Rhett had done his best to describe. The way the crowd seemed to electrify you while you were up there. It was addictive. 

The bull slowly came to a stop and she exhaled heavily, basking in the uproar of the crowd as Rhett strode towards her. Planting his hand on her head as he helped her off the bull, stealing a kiss that took her breath away. 

“That was th’ sexiest fucken thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her breathlessly, making a point to squeeze her ass and bring her body closer as he went in for another kiss. 

They didn’t stick around long. Enough to have another drink and share the videos some people had taken of Faith. Enough to know that Rhett was more wound up than she initially thought. Enough to know that he wasn’t the only one aroused by her performance – being hit on by no less than three guys who hadn’t gotten the hint that she was taken. That she was Rhett Abbott’s girl. 

Rhett’s old school friends knew him to be a bit of a hot head. Throw punches first, ask questions later. They’d kept an eye on him as he sipped his beer and watched Faith shoot them down, wondering how often this happened for him to seem unbothered by it. 

In truth, Rhett was bothered by it. Every time it happened, to be exact. He knew his girlfriend was young and gorgeous. He also knew that he was the one who took her home every night. He was the one she loved and he found comfort in that. 

He had trust…he had Faith. 

Faith watched him pull the truck into the west paddock instead of following the dirt road up to the house. She didn’t make a comment about it, but wondered what he had planned. 

The Abbott ranch had gone through some changes over the years. Rhett regretted not sticking around to help tend to the cattle and maintain the property, but Cece had done what she’d needed to do. She’d downsized the amount of land they owned, mostly to pay off the legal fees of Perry and Royal, and help keep her and Amy afloat. Another chunk was sold to developers who had yet to do anything with it, but Cece and Amy had transformed the ranch into a horse sanctuary. They trained and broke in horses, as well as ran camps during the school breaks. They’d done well for themselves and Rhett couldn’t be prouder of them – he just wished he could’ve been more help. 

The first time he’d brought Faith home to meet his Ma was the first time he’d actually seen the work Cece and Amy had put into the ranch. They’d been overjoyed to give them a full tour, even though Rhett heard stories about it from Hannah and TJ. Faith had helped him put his feelings into perspective about everything, that he wasn’t letting his mother and niece down by prioritising his daughters. Family was about compromise and they all had to make sacrifices in order to get to where they were today, not just him. 

“If Cece doesn’t hold a grudge, neither should you. The past is the past, and you can only work on mending your relationships so they’re stronger in the future,” she’d told him. 

She’d been right. He’d slowly talked all the past shit out with Cece and they were growing closer again. Things would never be how they were before shit went down, but it was several steps in the right direction. They weren’t the same people anymore. Rhett was beginning to realise that more and more, and accepting that change was huge for him. 

Faith stayed in the cab of the truck while Rhett set up the back. He’d made sure they had pillows and blankets and had even bought an air mattress to lie on. He knew how much Faith loved stargazing and camping, and while they weren’t in a tent, he hoped it would suffice. 

She heard him jump off the back of the truck and looked out her window as he opened her door. 

“What are you planning?” She asked with a slight teasing in her tone. 

“Camping,” he replied. “In a sense. C’mon.”

Faith couldn’t keep the grin from her face as Rhett helped her up into the bed of the truck, taking her boots off before she collapsed onto the makeshift bed. Rhett joined her a moment later, peppering her face with soft kisses as she laughed breathily. 

“What’s the occasion?”

“Just ‘cause I love you,” he said simply. “Can’t I do something nice for my girl every now an’ then?”

Faith hummed as she pressed her lips to his, combing her fingers through his hair. “Here I was thinking it was because you weren’t finished watching me ride,” she teased. 

He easily rolled them over so she was on top of him, straddling his waist. Her hands resting on his chest, his on her thighs. 

“I’ll never get enough of watching y’ ride,” he said, rolling his hips so she could feel the swell of his arousal. 

“Yeah?” She mewled, rolling her own hips against his. “Y’ want me to ride you, Handsome Cowboy?”

“Fuck yeah I do, Lil Lady,” he replied with a grin. “First, I want y’ to ride m’ face.”

Faith’s breath hitched as Rhett placed his hands on her inner thighs and effortlessly moved her so she was sitting on his chest. Reaching down, she twirled some of his hair around her finger. “Can anyone see us out here?”

“Not unless they’ve got binoculars,” he assured her. “Y’ gonna be a good girl and ride Daddy’s face?”

Faith was quick, it always stunned Rhett how eager she was for him. The first one to get naked. The first one to go down – it turned her on more than receiving, though she never said ‘no’ when he buried his face in her cunt and drew orgasm after orgasm from her. He shouldn’t have been surprised that she’d be more than willing to ride his face, yet he sensed her hesitation as she hovered just above his lips. 

“I said sit on my face, Faith,” he growled, forcing her down the rest of the way until his mouth was covered. Tongue laying flat against her slick pussy. 

She moaned as he guided her hips, helping her find a rhythm that drove her wild. Hands braced on the roof of the truck cab and she began riding his face with reckless abandon. Gasping and moaning as he smacked her ass or groped her chest. Moaning against her core as her clit brushed against his nose. 

“Fuck,” she groaned, her moans growing louder and more frequent. The pitch changing as she sought her orgasm. “RhettRhettRhett,” she chanted, succumbing to the bliss that erupted in her stomach and spread like shockwaves throughout her entirety. 

Rhett lapped and savoured the taste of Faith on his tongue. Planting a firm kiss to her cunt before sucking a bruise into her inner thigh. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised, grinning up at her with her arousal glistening in the moonlight on his chin. 

“Wanna ride your cock, Daddy,” she panted breathlessly. “Want you to cum inside me again.”

Rhett groaned at her words, hands groping her hips. “Y’ really want Daddy t’ put a baby in ya, hm?”

Faith nodded, bottom lip captured between her teeth as she gazed down at him. “Wanna ride you ‘til you knock me up, Daddy.”

Rhett was more than willing to oblige, quickly undressing and pulling Faith back into his lap. She slid her arms up his chest, fingers skimming over his tattoos – one on his ribs, the bull on his chest to the tiny footprints in the shape of a heart over his heart. He smiled as he cupped her face, pressing his lips to hers. 

Faith reached between their bodies, gripping his cock and positioning his tip at her entrance. Rhett’s hands were on her hips as she slowly sank down on his length, gasping at the stretch and welcoming the familiarity. 

“Fill me so good, Daddy,” she praised, wiggling her hips a little to make Rhett groan. It was guttural and sent shivers down her spine. “So deep inside me.”

“Y’ look beautiful,” he told her, raising a hand to cup her face and draw her head down for a kiss. 

Faith indulged him for a bit, his cock nestled snugly inside her as she draped herself over him. Chests flush together and his arms wrapped around her back, holding her even closer. Her arms tucked around his head, small moans slipping past their lips. 

Rhett’s hands slid down to her ass, fingers gripping the supple flesh and lifting her slightly. Faith groaned and wiggled her hips, sinking back down on him as she broke their kiss. 

“Use your words if you want me to start riding you, Handsome Cowboy,” she told him, hands braced on his shoulders as she gave him a sultry smile. 

“Need y’ t’start ridin’ me, Lil Lady,” he told her breathlessly. “Y’ feel so good. Need more.”

Faith started rolling her hips, watching the pleasure in his face as she clenched her core and tightened around him. Rising off him slightly before taking him deep again and repeating the motion. Finding a steady rhythm as his hands slid up her body. Rough fingertips brushing against her sensitive nipples, pinching them harshly before taking them in his hands and massaging them gently. 

He knew Faith liked a little pain with her pleasure. Knew she was receptive to it. He watched the way her face contorted with the harsh pinch, felt the way she tightened around his cock. He groaned as she threw her head back, giving herself over to the pleasure. 

Rhett braced his feet, digging his heels into the soft air mattress as he started meeting her thrusts. Her short, sharp gasps filled his ears. Hand slipping on his chest to his neck.

“That’s it,” Rhett goaded her. “Squeeze m’ neck. Fuck.”

Faith groaned at his words but did as he asked, squeezing his neck and watching a delirious grin form on his face. “I’m gonna cum.” She panted, the coil in her abdomen moments away from snapping. “Feel s’good, Daddy. FuckFuckFuck.”

Rhett pinched her nipples once again, watching her throw her head back as her body tightened and spasmed. Dropping his hands to her hips, he kept her upright. Fucking her through her orgasm, flipping her onto her back and hooking her legs over his shoulders as he drove into her. 

“S’good to me,” she praised him, stroking his cheek as he braced himself on his forearms, lips mashing together in a desperate kiss as he reached his own orgasm. “Want all your cum inside me, Daddy. Fill me up real good. Show me how much you wanna knock me up.”

“Fuck, Faith,” he panted, dropping his head to her shoulder. Cock twitching and spilling inside her, her cunt milking his orgasm from him. “Fuck.”

“Just like that, Daddy,” she continued, running her hand through his hair. 

He dropped her legs from his shoulders, bodies still connected as he peppered kisses over her neck and chest. Nipping and sucking small bruises into her heated skin. 

“Love you s’much, Lil Lady,” he murmured against her skin. 

“Love you more, Handsome Cowboy.”

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[urtheoneiwant]

Buckle Bunny of Sorts │ Rhett Abbott

Genre: SMUT with some fluff

Summary: From the insistence of a friend, you spend a night out on the town. But you run into your long time crush, Rhett Abbott, and he has something to tell you.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! P in v, oral sex (female receiving), small spit kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise, kinda dom!Rhett and sub!reader, use of term 'buckle bunny', pining, revealing feelings, unprotected sex, pull-out method (be smart! don't use pull-out method as a form of birth control irl), messy sex, pet names (bunny, baby), a smidge of sexism from the towns people? Written as a fem!reader. Just nasty, nasty filth.

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: My first smut! Please be kind, I'm still very new to writing and especially smut. But I loved Outer Range and I saw someone post about wanting to be Rhett's buckle bunny and couldn't get this out of my head. I didn't want country girl (as I call her) to be an actually buckle bunny since they are sort of frowned upon (but I say you do you). So this is the idea I came up with instead. It took me forever to write this, but I'm pretty proud of it. In conclusion, I love Lewis Pullman and the characters he plays. Go watch Outer Range if you like Lewis, he's amazing in it and it is such a great show! Now I have to go bathe in holy water :) Oh and feel free to send in any request or thoughts you have about Top Gun or other characters. There is a list on my page of the main fandoms I'm into, but you can send whatever you want it and I've might have seen/read it. And you can always reach out to me for whatever (rants, ideas, links to articles about be we're obsessed with) Thanks for the support!

SMUT BELOW CUT. 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

(GIF is not mine)

Admittedly, you felt a bit stupid. In your head, this seemed like a good idea, but as the idea becomes a reality you mentally kick yourself for it. 

You’ve grown up in Amelia county your entire life. And in a place like this, people tend to stick to their roots, inner circle, and cliques. That being said, you knew just about everyone in your town, and definitely knew every boy your age. The problem was that they knew you too. Growing up you were definitely an outcast. Spending all your free time working to help pay the bills didn’t give you many chances to make friends. You were boring, safe. You knew it. You weren’t anything to write home about. At least that’s what you told yourself. 

Last week you sat with the one friend you managed to make throughout your time in school, Sadie, and spilled these thoughts to her.

“That’s bullshit honey, and you know it.” Leave it to Sadie to soften the blow. “I’m sorry, but you are beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have you. But you spend all your time holed up at work or with me. These guys haven’t got a proper look at you since you hit puberty, no wonder they don’t seem interested.” She lectured.

“Well, what am I supposed to do about that? Get all dolled up for a night on the town? Look around, it’d be ridiculous” You replied.

“Come on, let me take you out. Just throw on some daisy dukes, a risky top, and some nice boots. It’ll be fun. And I’ll personally beat the shit out of anyone who has anything bad to say. Please, please, please…” And you knew that when Sadie was like this, you had no choice but to give in. So you agreed, one night out. 

And that’s how you found yourself in your apartment letting Sadie pick out your outfit. She refused to tell you where you both were going, claiming that she didn’t want you to “get scared off.” And after opening the door wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and mud-covered boots, Sadie pushed her way inside to make you change.

She rifled through your dresser before holding up the tiniest pair of shorts you own. “No way, those are from high school. I don't even think they’ll fit. Plus it’s late out, why would I want to wear shorts?” You tried to reason with her, you really did. 

“They may not fit you like they did in high school, but that’s the point, honey. Just trust me this once. Everyone is going to be all over you.” She replied, and handed you the shorts. As you began to wiggle them up she quietly added “Oh, and Rhett’s going to be there.”

You froze in place, glaring at your friend. “WHAT? Oh my god. Oh my god. I can’t believe you.” Rhett fucking Abbott. The cowboy that you had been crushing on since middle school. Ever since the day he saw you walking home late after babysitting for a little cash and offered, no insisted, on walking you home. He was a few years ahead of you and happened to be friends with your older brother. Anytime he would come round your house to see your brother you would find yourself with your ear pressed to your door, trying to catch any of the words he was saying. Your eyes always seemed to wander outside your window to see if he was out back throwing a ball around with your brother. Once you even caught a glimpse of him shirtless after coming over to help your mom with some yard work.

Needless to say, your crush on Rhett didn’t get any better. In high school, you went out of your way to see him in the halls, or to accidentally run into him on your way home from work. You even went as far as to offer to tutor him in algebra, a class you yourself were failing. He wasn’t too keen on getting your help once your brother told him about that. 

Now, Rhett had grown up and you had too. You would see him from time to time at the bar you worked at, always polite and asking about your family. And even now, you couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted whenever he was around. Some crushes just don’t go away. 

“You’ve been into him since 8th grade! I can’t believe you haven’t made a move yet. It’s time to put your big girl panties on and do something. Hell, screw someone else for all I care. All I know is that if I have to watch you make puppy dog eyes at Rhett from across a room one more time, I’m going to lose my mind.” Sadie said. But that was the problem. No matter how many guys you went out with, or screwed, you always came back to Rhett. Honestly, you could see why it was so exhausting for your friend to watch all the time, it was a bit pathetic being a grown woman with a crush from middle school. 

Deciding to listen to your friend and do something about your pining over him, you buttoned up your shorts and turned to look in the mirror. Sadie was right, they don’t fit as they did in high school. Where they used to be a bit loose on you, they now held on to every curve you had. Damn, when did you get an ass? Swallowing your nerves, you shoved your feet into your white boots that only appeared on special occasions. To top it off, you threw on an old flannel opting to tie it up and undo the top couple of buttons to let a bit of your cleavage spill out. 

“Now, that is hot. He’s going to be drooling over you, just wait” Sadie hyped you up. She reached up and messed your hair up just a bit, giving it a wind-swept look before ushering you out to her truck. 

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After driving for a half hour, Sadie pulled into a dirt parking lot. You saw lights flashing, and heard cheering coming from the stadium seats. She took you to a fucking rodeo. Dressed in booty shorts. 

“This is a joke. I look like a goddamn buckle bunny for christ's sake.” You curse out to her. She has the audacity to simply smirk back and says,

“Bout time you start acting like one.” And with that, she was out of the car and walking towards the show. With no other option but to sit and stew in the truck all night, you reluctantly hop out too. You curse under your breath and begin to tell Sadie that this is the last time you go anywhere with her without knowing before what she had planned. 

Walking into the crowd, you felt your throat dry. You could feel people staring and you swore you heard a whisper that said “Is that Bruce’s daughter, Y/N?”. Suddenly, you became very interested in kicking the gravel under your boots. 

Sadie did her best to reassure you, grabbing your hand and weaving you to a back lot. The crowd was sparse back here, and it looked like most of the guys hanging around were bull riders getting ready. “I don’t think we should be back here,” you said into Sadie’s ear and moved to pull your hand out of her grasp. But before you could she whipped you back around.

“This is it Y/N. Scout out which one of these boys you’re going to be riding tonight” She said with a wink. You let your eyes briefly scan the group. None of them noticed you two seeing as you were tucked a ways away. You made out a few familiar faces but you had no desire to talk to, let alone seduce, any of these guys. As you opened your mouth to inform your friend of this, your eyes caught something. Not something, but someone.

Standing slightly turned away from you and chatting with some other rider, you saw Rhett. Maybe it was because you only got to see him in dim-lit bars nowadays, but you swore he somehow was more attractive than you remembered. 

He wore a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up, allowing you to see the veins run down his arms. You got a flash of the tattoo on his forearm, the one you imagined so often at night when thinking of him. He had his chaps on, the fringe down the sides fluttering ever so slightly in the wind. His signature black hat was perched on his head. At that moment, you swear you could’ve died. 

You didn’t realize how long you had been staring until Sadie gave you a nudge. “Close your mouth or you’ll attract flies,” she said. It was then you noticed that you in fact had been standing there with your jaw on the floor admiring this man. Your eyes stayed locked on his figure as you gave him a once-over. God, he was gorgeous. Even with the layers of clothes he had on you could tell how lean and strong he was.

As your gaze made your way back up to his face, you were now looking right into his bright blue eyes. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He caught you. He fully caught you drooling over him. And just when it couldn’t get any worse, the fucker had a smirk plastered on his face and sent a wink your way. You averted your eyes and pretended you weren’t there, feeling a hot blush creep up your neck. But just when things couldn’t get any worse, you heard Sadie yell out, “Hey there Rhett”.

You silently prayed to the gods above that he wouldn’t walk over to you two, but it fell on deaf ears as you heard the crunch of gravel grow louder. Next thing you know he’s standing right smack in front of you. “Hi there Sadie, how’s your ma?” he asked, his southern drawl heavy.

“She’s well, thanks for asking. You know Y/N right? You were friends with her brother growing up” Sadie tried to segue. You forced yourself to bring your eyes up to meet his. 

“Well of course I do, how could I forget a face as pretty as that?” Your eyes snapped to meet his. No way, there was no way Rhett Abbott was flirting with you. He was just being nice, that’s all.

“Oh um, hi. Good to see you.” You muttered out, full of nerves. Sadie cleared her throat and you thought back to her earlier lecture. Maybe it was finally time for you to get out there. Stop playing it so safe all the time. Stop feeling so sorry for yourself. So with some more confidence mustered you blurted out “I hope you do good tonight. I’m sure you will.”

Without missing a beat he responded, “Oh now that I know you’re here I definitely will. Always ride better when I know a gorgeous girl like you is watching.” His words sent heat blooming between your thighs. Fully committing to the act you took a step toward him and leaned up onto your toes to whisper in his ear.

“Well if you win, we’ll have to celebrate. Why don’t you come to find me after you finish up? Let me give you a victory prize.” You did your best to put on the most sultry voice you had. And despite the confidence you were exuding, you were scared shitless deep down. As soon as the words left your mouth, you were off. You swayed your hips a bit as you went to find a seat, knowing that he would be looking.

You didn’t dare look back until you reached the arena seats. Sadie guided you to sit down amongst the crowd, all waiting for the show to begin. And just as she opened her mouth to ask you what happened you whisper out “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad at all.” She whispered trying to not draw any attention.

“Oh no. It was bad. Very very very bad. Can’t show my face around here again bad. Have to leave the country bad.” You felt bile rise up in your throat. You turn to your friend and recount to her what you had just told the man of your dreams. It was like word vomit, you couldn’t stop freaking out and rambling. 

“Y/N. STOP. Take a breath. The worst case he says no, he leaves once he’s done tonight. At least you know you tried. But you’re forgetting that he could be just as into you. And from the way he was talking it sounds like he is. So it’s going to be fine. He’s fine, you’re fine. All we can do is sit and try to enjoy the show.” Sadie reasoned with you. And you knew she was right. So you sat there, ass freezing from the cool metal bleachers. The more you thought about her words, the more you were able to calm yourself down. What’s done is done, and you rather be rejected than never know. 

The soothing mindset you were in came crashing down the second Rhett’s name rang out. He was heading out for his final ride of the night. You felt your mind go blank and body numb as you focused on the arena in front of you. Honestly, you knew very little about bull riding but the way his muscles strained and body twisted was enough to keep you interested. Timed seemed to slow as you stared at him squeezing his hips to stay on the bucking bull.  

After what felt like minutes of him being tossed around, you gasped as he was uprooted from his saddle. You knew that was bound to happen with any bull riding venture, but it still startled you to see him thrown about like that. He was yanked up and led out of the arena until the bull was wrangled. When he walked back out, your tension eased seeing he was unharmed. 

You locked eyes on the scoreboard and nearly fell out of your chair when you saw his score. He won, holy shit he won. You were on your feet in an instant, screaming your head off. You felt a rush of pride for him, knowing how much his bull riding meant to him. Sadie jumped with you, and you were sure you were the loudest there. 

After yelling for much too long to be appropriate, Sadie gave your arm a tug. “Come on” and you, still being in a blissed-out state, let her take you back to where you first ran into Rhett that night. You looked around in the dark, eyes wide anticipating what would happen next.  A chill ran up your spine as you thought about your earlier promise to Rhett if he won. Startled out of your thoughts, you heard the sound of whooping and cheers from some men around you. Cranking your neck around you spotted him.

He was caked in dirt and his sleeves were hastily pushed up, hat askew on his head that was tilted back with a wide grin. Your mouth ran dry as butterflies erupted inside you. His eyes began to scan the small crowd of people before landing on you. Burning with embarrassment and admittedly desire, you shifted your eyes elsewhere. But soon enough, you heard that all too familiar voice. “Hey there ladies.” 

“Hey Rhett, congrats on the big win. Y/N and I were cheering you on” Sadie said. 

“Oh, I bet y’all were. Hey Y/N, can I talk to you real quick?” Rhett turned and asked you.

With a nod of your head, he gently took your hand and pulled you under a nearby tree. Still too shy to make eye contact, he brushed his hand under your jaw and turned you to look into his blue eyes. “You know I don’t expect anything. If you want to act like nothing happened earl-”

“No” you rush out. “No, I mean I want to. If you do.” Talking to just him and him alone felt so much easier. You felt your confidence grow back and expectantly looked at him.

“Well darlin’ I would want nothing more. You want to go back to your place for a bit?” He questioned, still being gentle with you as to give you an out if you changed your mind.

“Yes please,” you murmur. You felt as though you were floating when he wrapped a strong arm around your waist and led you back over to Sadie. 

“Hey Sadie, you alright if I take Y/N home? Just figure it would be nice for us to catch up.” 

“Oh, sure! By all means, go ‘catch up’” Sadie had the cockiest smirk plastered on her face, and while you wanted to be mad at her for it you also know she was the whole reason you were going home with Rhett Abbott tonight.

Walking out to the parking lot, Rhett keeps his arm firmly around your midsection till you arrive at his truck. He opens the passenger door for you before walking around and getting in himself. The roar of the engine coming to life jolts you forward a bit, remembering that you were in fact about to go home and get railed by the hottest cowboy you’ve ever seen. 

“What are you thinking about Bunny?” Rhett can tell you were getting lost in thought.

“What did you call me?” Surprised by the nickname and the way it made you clench your thighs even tighter. 

“Bunny. You look like a buckle bunny in that getup. But it’s cute, I like it on you.” He answered honestly. On any other occasion, you would’ve been pissed that someone thought of you as a buckle bunny. You grew up on a ranch in rural Wyoming, you were the farthest thing from a buckle bunny possible. But the way Rhett talked about you made you melt. 

“Oh yeah. Blame Sadie. Wanted me to get myself out there more I guess.” You replied chewing on your bottom lip.

“Well, it was definitely nice to see you outside of the bar you work at. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for the longest time but I felt weird bothering you at work.” You whipped your head around at the confession.

Staring at his side profile as he continued to drive, “That’s nice of you to say, but it’s okay you don’t have to lie.” You didn’t believe it. That a man like Rhett would be interested in talking to someone like you. 

“I’m not lying. I’ve always kinda liked you. But I guess I just never acted on them. And I know we’re on our way to your place so I can rail the shit outta ya, but I’m not just interested in sex from you. Let me take you out one night? It took me long enough to make a move on you, don’t make me wait any longer.” He said with the utmost sincerity. You were stunned. Shocked. All this time you two idiots both liked each other, and it was a rodeo and a plotting friend to finally make you realize it. 

“I would like that. A lot.” You smile up at him as you pull into the parking lot of your apartment complex. 

Cutting off the engine, Rhett runs around to open your car door. Always a gentleman. You laced your fingers with his as you tug him upstairs to your place. You feel him placing teasing kisses on your neck and jaw when he can reach you. You giggle, moving even faster to get up the 3 flights of stairs. 

When you reach the door of your apartment, you fumble around looking for your keys in your purse. When you manage to grab them, you pull them out with shaking hands cursing as they fall to the ground. Before you could bend down to retrieve them, Rhett already has them scooped up. He chuckles softly before resting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing your arm soothingly. 

“You don’t need to be nervous Bunny. But I want to ask you again, are you okay with this?” He asks kindly, eyes soft and hands warm.

“More than okay.” And you pull him down by his shirt to crash your lips onto his. It was messy and desperate. Teeth clashed and tongues battled for dominance. You slid your hands up Rhett’s neck and into the curls at the back of his head tugging softly. His one arm wrapped around you and pulled you impossibly closer to his body. You recognize the faint jingle of keys through your fuzzy headspace and realize he was unlocking your front door with his tongue down your throat. 

The door soon swung open and Rhett began to push your intertwined bodies inside. Stumbling in, you hear a door slam behind you before he has you pushed against a wall. His leg came in between yours, knee and thigh pressing up into your core. You let out a whine into the kiss, the feeling of him making you even wetter. In fact, you were sure you were absolutely drenched. 

Seemingly reading your mind, Rhett broke the kiss to ask, “How wet are you Bunny? How wet does the idea of my cock have you? Bet you were sitting in those stands all night just soaking wet.” You merely moan in response, your brain not working fast enough to form actual words. Rhett brings his lips to your neck biting and sucking hickies into your smooth skin. You run your hands down his back to the hem of his shirt. Too impatient to unbutton his top, he leans back and pulls it over his head. 

You knew Rhett was strong. After years of working at the ranch and bull riding, you expected him to be pretty muscular. But the actual sight of his abs, sharp and all edges, makes your mouth water. You tentatively place a hand on his toned chest. God, it looked like his body was made of chiseled marble. Under your hand, you feel his warmth radiating and the steady beat of his heart. When you force yourself to pull your eyes up to his, he says “Your turn.”

He places his hands on the bottom of your shirt, eyes silently asking if he could take it off. Your hands reach down and cover his, urging him to swiftly remove your top. His eyes immediately move to your breast, covered in the white lace of your bra (if you could even call the small scrap of fabric that). You hear a faint groan come from him before he ducks his head down. Placing open mouth kisses along the top of your tits, he brings his right hand up to palm your breast and roll your nipple. His mouth goes lower and latches onto the other nipple through the lace of your bra. 

Your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you. It’s not enough. You’ll never have enough of him. Soft moans tumble past your lips and Rhett takes this a cue to keep going. Eventually he pulls off and uses a hand to unclasp your bra as it falls to the ground. Getting a full view of your tits, Rhett brings both his hands to them and gives them one last squeeze before kissing your lips once again. Getting frustrated and wanting, no needing, more you drag your hand to his ripped figure. Your fingers trailed down the wide expanse of his chest and trace down his happy trail until you reach the waistband of his jeans. Popping the button and pulling down the zipper, Rhett helps you by tugging his jeans down as fast as he can. He kicks them off, leaving him in his tight boxer briefs. A tent is growing in them and you let out a gulp at the size of him. 

“Don't be scared honey, I’ll stretch you real good before I fill you up” his voice fills the air. Excited at the idea, you grab his arm and drag him farther into your apartment and to your bedroom. You pull him in front of you and push him down on the bed causing him to look up at you. Reaching to your shorts, you nearly rip down your legs ready for him to touch you. Before you can pull your panties down, Rhett reaches out to them. He rubs his calloused hands over your hips and yanks you so you have no option but to straddle his figure. “Bunny, with panties like that I don’t think I could stand you not wearing them as I fuck you.”

You whimper at his words alone and he lets out a chuckle. He runs hands up your back and suddenly you are flipped over onto your back, Rhett now looming over you. Scooting down the bed, Rhett's face lands between your legs throwing them over his shoulders. He moans when he sees the wet spot that seems to be growing on your panties, landing wet kisses on your inner thighs. You think how could someone make a sound so beautiful. But you are quickly pulled from this as he tugs your pink panties to the side and takes in the full view of you. His eyes darken and he rasps out “Holy shit baby, you are so goddamn hot. I might come in my fucking boxers,” and he subtly grinds his hips into the mattress in attempt to get some much needed friction. Opening your mouth to make some teasing comment, you instead let out a cry as Rhett licks a bold stripe up your pussy. He lands on your clit, tongue moving in figure eights over top. For the second time that night, you find yourself pulling Rhett by his hair closer to you. He then alternates between lightly fucking his tongue into your dripping hole and brutally attacking your clit. The duality of pleasure causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

Rhett places the tip of his finger at your entrance, sliding it up and down through your folds first to get it slicked up. He breaches your entrance and your toes curl as he slides knuckle deep. “Fuck, oh my god Rhett please please, keep going,” pathetic pleas fall from you. You feel him adjust his thick digit in you until he finds that spongy spot that has your back arching. “Right there- right fucking there.” Any other night you would be embarrassed that someone has you so close to coming with one finger, but right now you could care less, only able to focus on the increasing burn in your stomach. 

You can practically feel Rhett smirk against you as he eases a second finger into you, again going directly to that sweet spot inside you. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you, still using his mouth to suckle your clit. You are screaming in pleasure, babbles of “please” and “don’t stop” leaving your mouth. The coil inside of you is close to snapping. You are so close, so unbelievably blissed out. “I’m gonna cum Rhett. I’m so close” you speak out in warning. 

But just as close to the edge as you were, all the pleasure you felt was quickly ripped from you as Rhett removed himself from you. You glare down, sweat dripping down your forehead. “What? Why did you stop?” you croak out, voice already strained from your screaming. 

“Oh Bunny. I want the first time you cum to be on my cock.” Rhett responds and leans up to place a hot kiss on your mouth. You deepen the kiss, wanting more of him. You can taste yourself on his mouth and soon he pulls back to say “You like that dirty girl? Like the taste of your sweet pussy? You should, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever got my mouth on.” You feel yourself clench at his dirty talk, managing to turn you on even more. You whimper and try to buck your hips up to encourage him to do something, do anything. Instead he just laughs, “Oh you are so desperate Bunny. Need me to fuck your tight pussy, make you cum so hard you can only yell out my name. Don’t worry Bunny, I’ve got you.” As he speaks he wiggles himself out of his boxers, hard cock slapping his tanned abs. 

He props himself onto his forearms and brings a hand to his mouth. Your eyes widen as he spits into his hand and reaches down to pump himself a few times. Noticing your reaction he looks at you. “Open your mouth” and you obey, sticking your tongue out for good measure. You feel something wet hit your mouth before you process that he just spit into it. Rhett Abbott just spit in your mouth. And you swallowed, savoring the taste of him. “Good Bunny” he says into your ear. 

“Rhett. Fuck me.” You whine out. Now it’s his turn to moan, finally sheathing his cock into your cunt. You gasp at the stretch and he waits a few moments for you to adjust. After a second you whimper out “Move please.” And Rhett doesn’t need to be asked twice, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back inside you. The force of his thrusts push you up the bed despite Rhett’s bruising grip on your hips. 

“You feel so good baby. Squeezing me so tight. Best fucking pussy.” he praises and you clench around him. “Oh baby, you love when I talk dirty. When I tell you how amazing this cunt is. Going to make it mine, never letting anyone else near my pussy again.” You are pathetically whining and thrashing. Your nails are raking down his back, surely leaving welts in their wake. He clashes his lips onto yours and picks up his pace. The brutal fucking makes you feel like you’re floating. He licks into your mouth as you let out a steady set of moans and cries. 

Just when you think things can’t get any better, Rhett snakes his hand down to rub tight circles into your clit. Paired with his cock repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside you, you know the knot in your tummy is starting to unravel. 

“Rhett” you whine, “Rhett, I’m so close.”

“Come on baby, make a mess on my dick. Wanna feel you cum” He responds. 

Clamping down on him, you are brought even closer to the edge. Eyes tightly shut, you turn your head to the side and let out a moan louder than you thought was possible. No one had ever made you feel this good before. You couldn’t even believe that it was the man you had been crushing on for years that was in your bed, in your pussy. And with that reminder of who it was that was fucking you better than you’ve been fucked before, you saw white behind your eyelids. As you reached your peak, heat spreading all the way through you, you couldn’t help but yell out, “Cum Rhett, let me make you feel good. Wanna be good for you, only for you.” 

Unable to resist your fucked out babbles, Rhett ruts into you. Once he knows you’ve finished riding out your orgasm he pulls out from you. Furiously fisitng his cock, he groans out reaching his own release. White ropes of his seed spurt out and land across your tits and you mewl out at the warm, sticky substance coating you. Teasingly, to bring two fingers down to swipe through his release and bring them up to your mouth. You suck on the cum from your fingers, loudly moaning at the salty taste. Both panting hard, Rhett adjusts your panties back, flops over and lays next to you. “Shit y/n. That was amazing. Was it good for you?” And you blink hard through your fuzzy mind searching for a response.

“So good. The best, I think you succeed. Definitely ruined anyone else for me.” Rhett laughs at that. Abruptly, you are filled with a new feeling. It’s warm, cozy. You blush and you realize just how much you have fallen for this cowboy next to you. 

You get lost in the idea that this is the start of something real between you two. No longer will you have to pine for him from afar. He likes you, he wants to be with you. You are consumed by him, forever connected you think. No matter what, he’ll always be there. He’s not leaving. And it’s that thought that brings you so much happiness and lets your body relax completely. 

A wet towel between the valley of your breasts pulls you from the daydream. Rhett has at some point gotten up and found something to clean you two with. You melt, heart softening at how kind and caring he was being. God, you were so lucky. 

The two of you cuddle up and spend the next hour talking about random things. Your favorite movies, what your go to karaoke song is, what you plan to do in the future. And it is easy, it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever done. And when your eyelids become heavy, you find yourself slipping into a peaceful sleep listening to the beat of Rhett’s heart. 

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

parenthood killed the rodeo star | famous!rhett x oc

Summary: Rhett's been riding bulls in Montana, Tessa's been curving barrels in Oklahoma, but now they're both in South Dakota with a rodeo on the horizon. So of course the first thing they do is get a hotel room with one, king-sized, bed to share. (wc: 2330)

Warnings: straight filth, 18+ only minors DNI (language, thigh riding, pleasure dom rhett, praise kink, pinv, size kink, no condom be smart unlike these two, rhett liking when it hurts a little, slight cock-warming), fwb situation, idiots in love

✎……listen, i am but a simple whore and sometimes ya just gotta let it out. based off this little post i made where rhett and tessa are both famous rodeo contestants.

✎……MASTERLIST || NEXT INSTALLMENT

Her skin felt burning hot beneath his hand as he trailed it down, down, down her side. Rough fingertips slipping over yellow lace until they came to a halt on her hip. Rhett gently guided her hips to rock against his thigh once more, barely needing to apply pressure as she succumbed to the dripping need between her legs. He could feel a wet patch already forming on his jeans.

Tessa broke away from his desperate, consuming kiss with a whimper, fingers tangling in his hair. She looked so damn pretty in the low hotel room light. Light brown hair like burnt honey tossed messily over one shoulder. Blue eyes hooded and pink lips swollen from too many kisses parted and wet. Rhett leaned back against the headboard and just watched her for a moment. Those muscles in her abdomen rolling and contracting as she moved her hips against his leg all on her own. Just like riding a raging bull. God, he wished he hadn’t thrown his hat off at the door. That too big stetson sitting on her pretty head would be a sight right then. 

God, he missed her. A month was too long. But they had different commitments, different rodeos. And they always knew they would end up together again somewhere down the line. 

Somehow they always did.

His other hand slid up her thigh to squeeze the forgiving but hardened flesh tightly. “That’s it, keep goin’, sunshine.” 

She was getting shy on him now. Leaning into his chest with her face pressed into his collar. No matter how many times they hooked up, Tessa still liked to hide from him. Hold back those noises. Not let him see. But Rhett loved coaxing her out of that shell. Making her fall apart over and over until all her inhibitions were down and she could just be Tessa. Not the famous, million-dollar barrel racer. Just the girl from Wabang, Wyoming getting her world wrecked by the boy she went to high school with. 

So, picking up on her rhythm, Rhett pressed his thigh up into her at just the right time to make her grind down just that bit more pleasurable. And he revelled in the heavy moan that she let slip into the crook of his neck. 

“Sound so pretty, sunny, tha’s a good girl.”

Involuntarily, her back arched, pushing her chest into his as a breathless oh slipped past her lips. Sometimes she hated how Rhett could climb the walls of her and poke at her tender center. Her most vulnerable parts. But really, it was her own fault for letting him in in the first place. He was a piece of home, a comfort, a release…One that she had missed terribly for the past four weeks. Their unspoken agreement when they were in the same city was one she didn’t want to break. One she didn’t want to lose because it wouldn’t just be the piece of home, the comfort, or the release she lost. It would be Rhett. 

Who, despite the growing hardness in his jeans she could feel against her leg, didn’t push it. Didn’t even move besides the hand on her hip and thigh and his leg pressed into her. Who, despite the mutual benefit of their agreement, always put her pleasure first. Always made sure she fell apart as many times as she could take. Until there was nothing left in her head besides him and him only.

So, heart racing in her chest, she reached between them and cupped him through his jeans. Feeling the hard outline of him beneath the rough denim, long and thick and overwhelming. 

Rhett’s grunt quickly turned into a low moan right in her ear, his hips bucking up into her hand. Then he shook his head with a kiss to her hair. “Don’worry’bout me, lemme help you.”

She whined high in her throat, moved against his thigh faster, burrowed into his chest further. But she can’t bring herself to retract her hand. Mostly out of embarrassment that her tactic to get him to finally fuck her didn’t work. But also because the feeling of him was grounding. This physical thing that showed he wanted her too.

But, God, she was getting impatient. She wanted him. Had craved the feeling of him stretching her out and making her his for nearly a month. That feeling of her just being Tessa Abernathy, and him just being Rhett Abbott, two kids from Wabang trying to find some sense of home in one another. Maybe even some sense of love.

Tessa, of course, didn’t know how to articulate any of that. Let alone that she just wanted him to press her down into the mattress and make her forget her own name already. Instead, all that came out was insistent whining into his chest. Her hips working against him harder, her hands pawing at his bare, broad shoulders.

She felt those same shoulders rumble with a chuckle. “Whaddaya want, sunny? Come on now.” 

Threading his fingers into her hair, he pulled lightly and she went without complain, letting him look into her blown pupils with raised brows. Her hips slow to the occasional cant against the large wet mark in his jeans. After a minute of looking at him, wetting her lips and trying to find the words she finally whispered out: 

“Wan — Want you.”

As her fingers reflexively squeezed around his bulge, making him groan. Then he captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongue fighting to lick inside her mouth and teeth nipping at her bottom lip. For a moment, she thought she was going to get what she wanted. But then his hand left her hair and trailed back down to her hip, gently urging her with a push and a tug to get her going again. 

“Soak my thigh like a good girl,” he grumbled against her parted lips. “‘N’ll give ya what ya want.”

A half-frustrated groan slipped past her lips. 

Rhett grinned. “What? Don’wanna be my good girl anymore, sunshine?”

“Wanna be good,” she whispered back, fingers pushing back into his hair she cut in a hotel bathroom back in Texas. 

He smirked again as he pecked her lips, moved her hip a little harder. 

“Then show me how much ya missed me.”

It was like a flip got switched. With a moan and a tug of his hair, she was reclaiming his lips. Possessive and overwhelming but in the best way possible. Rhett whined softly as her tongue slipped past his lips to taste whiskey and chewing tobacco. Her body moved harder, faster. It really was like she was riding a bull. Moving and rolling with every buck. Taking it all in stride. Even when he surprised her by trailing kisses down her neck and sucking at her hardened nipples through the lace of her bralette. 

“Rhett,” she breathed, just on the edge, just a little more. 

“Come on, sunny baby, give it t’me,” he panted back, warm breath enveloping her breast. 

The way she gasped his name as she came had him twitching in her hand still tight as a vice around him. Then, like she weighed almost nothing, he was lifting her from his lap and settling her onto her back on the soft sheets. Gone were the rough motel thread counts they rolled around in when they both first started out on the circuit. Now, they were in a five-star hotel with a view. Now, the sheets were silken and expensive and there wasn’t a slot for a quarter to make the mattress vibrate (a feature Rhett sometimes missed).

Rhett undid his belt buckle, a big one from his latest win in Montana, and pushed his jeans and boxers far enough down for his cock to spring free. Angry and red and dripping precum. He felt ready to burst as he leaned back over her still panting form, his seams on their last threads with his hands on either side of her head. 

“Did so good, sunshine, my sweet baby girl,” he muttered as he pressed kisses all over her face. She only hummed in reply, a happy sort of sound that made him grin against her cheek. “Wanna keep goin’?”

“Uh-huh, please,” she whimpered back, already squirming.

“Well, whaddaya want?” he teased, notching himself against her clothed entrance. “Come on, use y’r words.” 

He couldn’t help but love to tease her on occasion. It made her bashful. Made her cheeks pink to something like cotton-candy in the low light. Even as she wriggled her hips to get him to do what she wanted and her teeth came down hard against her bottom lip. He could see the gears turning behind those bright blue eyes. The words she so desperately wanted to say but couldn’t bring herself to. With his fingers curling into those ridiculous silk sheets, he rolled his hips against her. Watched as her mouth dropped open and her eyelids fell nearly closed.

A sight he thought about almost every night while she was away from him. 

He barely even started the next flex forward of his hips before she squeaked out, “Want you inside me — please!” 

He couldn't resist that, no matter how much he wanted to keep teasing her. As he moved her panties to the side, he dropped his forehead to hers, and pressed his lips wherever they could reach. Then he pressed in slowly, letting out a deep, guttural groan at the feeling of her walls fluttering in a desperate attempt to accommodate him.

“Fuck, y’re tight,” he huffed as he paused, trying not to blow his load right then and there with the way she was squeezing him. 

Tessa arched her back, brow furrowed as she looked down to where they met then back up to his face. “It-It’s been a month, bubs.”

“What? Didn’have anybody t’tide ya over?”

They both knew the answer to that. They both didn’t want to think about the implications of it right then either. 

Rhett stilled again once he was sheathed to the hilt. Just feeling her pulse around him, warm and tight and just what he had been wanting. Listening to her panting where he had her caged beneath him. Struggling to take him. Some whine got caught in her throat as she pawed at his chest. 

“Big,” she gasped sharply. 

It made him shudder, arms buckling with his lips breathing heavy against her temple. “I know, baby, s’okay. You c’n take it. Know you can.”

She whined again as he tilted his hips and ground them into her clit. Trying to help, trying to ease the ache. She knew that. But right then, all she could truly think about was just how big Rhett Abbott was. How did she forget that nearly every single time? How he filled every available inch of space inside her, pressed against all the proper places, until she could feel him in her guts. How those broad shoulders and chest filled her entire view with her below him. Everywhere. All the time. Everything was him. And that meant everything was good. 

“M-Move,” she was finally able to whisper as she hooked her calves over his hips. “Please.” 

The small whine that punched out of him on his first draw back and push in makes her head spin. He moved slow but firm, moving in inches that felt like so much more to her. The once cool metal of his belt buckle pressed against her thigh now felt burning hot — a brand of his own making. 

“Doin’ so good, sunshine, takin’ me so deep,” he praised as he mouthed at her cheek and jaw. 

“R-Rhett,” she whimpered, feeling tears prick at the backs of her eyes as he tilted his hips just right and hit that spot only he had ever been able to find. “Oh, f-fuck, right there. Don’stop.” 

“Can you cum f’me again, sunny? Be my good girl?” he asked, panting and stuttering, pace no longer slow but hard and fast, unable to control himself. 

Tessa barely managed to sob out a yes. Tears streaming down her cheeks that part of her doesn’t know why they have appeared. Was it because it just felt so good? Was it because it was finally them together again at last? Was it because she already knew he was going to be gone in two weeks time? What she did know, what she did understand, is that when he wrapped one big hand around both her wrists and pushed her arms up the bed, she was a goner. Sobbing and moaning and sloppily trying to meet him thrust for thrust. When she reached that high, she crashed into it hard with a cry and an arch of her back and Rhett’s sweaty hair sticking to her neck. 

She barely registered the warmth flooding her as Rhett gave his last few thrusts. And then a few more just because he liked when it hurt. When he was edged towards that overstimulation that made his eyes water. She always wondered if he did that with everyone he slept with or just her. But when he tried to pull out and she tightened around him, he hissed and whined and let go of her wrists to pound his fist into the mattress. 

“Uhn, Tess, t-too much,” he grumbled breathily.

“Wan’you t’stay,” she said, tongue feeling too big for her mouth.

Still breathing heavy, Rhett flashed her a small smile. “Wanna keep me warm?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, pushing his hair back behind his ear from where it had fallen across his face. “Jus’for a minute. Please?”

They both knew the answer. They both didn’t want to think about the implications of it. 

With some slight manuevering and a few more noises from Rhett, he was flat on his back and she was straddling his hips. Curled up on his chest, listening to the slowing beat of his heart. A piece of home. Comfort. Release…

Happiness. Wholeness. Love.

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[floydsmuse]

All I want for Christmas is you

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x f! reader (no y/n)

Description: During one snowy December night, Rhett gets his hands on the record player and invites you to dance with him… (wc 1.2k)

Warnings: None! It’s just fluff ✨

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a/n: Happy holidays lovelies :). This is my little submission for @lewmagoo ‘s Christmas celebration ! This is one of my favorite Christmas songs of all time and it just reminded me of Rhett :,) so I knew I had to include it into this fic. I really hope you enjoy this! <3

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You and Rhett had finally finished up on your last minute Christmas shopping. Having purchased all of your gifts for each member of your families and booking it out of the store before the anticipated snow storm could occur and become too heavy to bear was certainly a win win.

As you were driving back home, little flurries began to liter out of the sky and started to stick to the windows of Rhett’s truck. You reached out your hand to lightly trace a path to follow each snowflake that would stick to the glass and admire it’s beauty, each one appearing a little bit different from the other.

Rhett’s eyes remained on the road, but he couldn’t help but shoot a glance at you through his peripheral and smile to himself. He just knew how much you loved this time of year and since he’d met you, he developed a new found appreciation for the holidays too. God was he lucky to have someone like you in his life, he thought quietly to himself. His big hand reaches over to engulf your thigh, giving it a loving squeeze and causing a warmth ness to shoot up through your entire body. You had a really good feeling about this upcoming Christmas, you were sure it was going to be one for the books.

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You two arrive back at your shared home, as the snow continued to creep down from the sky. You both hop out of the truck, the frigid air hitting you like a ton of bricks and causing you to shiver involuntarily. With bags of gifts in hand, you quickly head inside and are immediately hit with this instant cozy feeling. Rhett moves to take his bags and grabs yours too, putting them in the little room next to the kitchen. You made your way over to the tree, turning on its lights and basking in all of its glory.

You could hear Rhett’s heavy footsteps approaching the den now, as you took to lighting a few of your holiday candles and switching on any additional holiday decor. This was your first official Christmas in your new home and things were really starting to come together.

You feel Rhett’s arms wrap around your waist and his head dips down, nuzzling his nose into the part of your neck where it meets your shoulder. The feeling of his scruff against your skin makes you fidget slightly and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the tickly feeling. Rhett was already well aware that you’d get like this when you felt the familiar scratchy little hairs on his chin and upper lip, but that didn’t make him move from his place. You opted to just lean your head further into him and just enjoy the intimate closeness. You two stayed like this in an embrace for a few minutes, just gazing up at the tree and taking in the festive ambiance. You felt Rhett suddenly pull away from you and his body heat that just radiates off of him vanished from your grasp.

“Where do you think you’re going mister?” You playfully question Rhett, as he starts moving over to the other side of the room to where his vintage record player lies. You look at him quizzically, as he picks up one of the vinyls on the nearby shelf and places the disk down onto the platter of the record player.

Your perk up on at the song that begins to play, it being All I want for Christmas is you by Vince Vance & the Valiants. You knew that Rhett loved this song and you would often hear him humming it to himself while working on little projects around the house or even when he’d be whipping up the two of you some breakfast in the morning. He starts making slow strides back to you and reaches out his hand for you to grab.

“Dance with me darlin,” he lets out. Wiggling his eyebrows, as a subtle smirk appears onto his face.

You look up at him in pure amusement and don’t waste another second, gladly accepting his hand in yours and being guided to connect against his chest.

Rhett begins to gently sway you back and forth. His body naturally moves to the rhythm of the song and his head begins to ever so lightly bop to its beat. You find your rhythm too and in time, you both were moving in sync. You two had started to make your way over to the other side of the den, being very cautious of bumping into any furniture in your wake. You press your head against Rhett’s chest and he holds you even closer to him, if that was even remotely possible.

As you are listening to the beat of Rhett’s heart and the sound of the song playing, you hear Rhett start to sing soundly to you in this husky drawl,

You are the angel atop my tree, you are my dream come true…

Your head shoots up. you are about to compliment his voice, but Rhett’s quick to dip you, causing you to let out a squeal at the sudden action. Once you return upright, he spins you around, causing you to be slightly dizzy and your hair falls messily in front of your face. You take a moment to compose yourself and look back up at him absolutely lovesick and in pure disbelief,

“Rhett where have you been hiding that voice of yours?! you really got it all going on huh?” You playfully quipped at him.

He looked down sheepishly at that, lowering his head and biting his bottom lip, trying not to smile too big at your words. You could see an evident blush creep onto his cheeks.

“I just love this song and I wanted to serenade my baby on this fine December eve.” Rhett shot back at you in a playful and flirty tone.

Now you were the one blushing. Rhett lifts his head up, looking at you with so much love and adoration. He breaks into song once again, reciting,

Santa can’t bring me what I need, cause all I want for Christmas is you.

Rhett now reverts his eyes down to your lips and then back up to meet your eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat and the next thing you knew, his lips were being melded onto yours. It wasn’t a heated kiss by any means, but it was passionate & it made you feel all bubbly inside.

You both pull away, needing to take a second to catch your breaths. The music is slowly starting to fade out, and the next song begins to play.

You find yourself pulling away from him slightly, but Rhett’s quick to pull you back into his chest. Wrapping his arms around you yet again,

“I’m not done serenadin’ ya darlin.’ You’re in for a real treat.” He snickers and you couldn’t stop the chuckle that was just destined to leave your lips. You leaned the side of your head against his shoulder, hugging back into him. you close your eyes to fully savor this moment in time, as Rhett continues to sway you back and forth into the magical wintery night.

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[southpawbitch]

Homebody | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Masterlist (this is part SIX; read the others here)

word count: 1.9k

summary: eight months later; rhett is back and some things have changed

warnings: drinking, trevor tillerson being...not great

A/N: ok ok so I've been sitting on this for an embarrassingly long amount of time because I feel like everyone (including me) isn't excited about it anymore, but I've actually really enjoyed writing this and can't believe it's almost over!! hope u enjoy!!! x MJ

You reach your hand up and pinch the skin of your forearm so tightly you leave a crescent shaped mark behind when you finally drop your hand. You’re awake. This is real life, and Rhett Abbott is standing just across the road from you, loading bags of topsoil into the back of his truck as if it’s just another Tuesday evening on main street in Wabang. It would be if not for the fact that he’s been living somewhere around Denver for the past eight months–doing god knows what with god knows who. Well, you know who, but you’d rather not think about her right now.

His return is not something you expected–not when you know about Cecilia turning his room into her study and Royal hiring someone to replace him only a month after his absence. He didn’t even make it back for Christmas. It all seemed so permanent–like he was going to be gone forever.

You remember the day he left like it was yesterday. You had been busy wedding planning with your mom–picking out table linens and centerpieces at a cute event rental place a few towns over. Your head was spinning with all the decisions that you’d be making practically on your own. Ben wasn’t too involved in the process, and your mom just wanted you to be happy, but you weren’t happy, which is why you felt a weight lift off of your shoulders when your phone vibrated in your bag and Rhett’s name flashed across the screen. It had only been a week since he showed up to your house, ending everything, and you perked up at the thought of him changing his mind. 

Except it wasn’t Rhett on the other line when you answered.

“Hey.” You greet sweetly, excusing yourself from the conversation with the sales associate and your mom to take the phone call outside. There’s silence on the other end as the cool breeze outside causes the hair on your arms to raise. “Rhett?” 

“Do you know where Rhett is?” The voice on the other end belongs to his brother, Perry. You swallow nervously, looking around you to see if anyone might be close by as you feel tears begin to well up in your eyes when you remember the conversation you had with him only a few days ago. It was less of a conversation and more of him telling you that he was leaving because he couldn’t see you anymore–like you were the reason he wanted to skip town. 

You were heartbroken, but you didn’t think he’d actually do it. You thought once he cooled off, he’d be back to his normal self again. Apparently not. 

“You’re the last person he called, and he left his phone on his bed…we’re just worried.” You can hear it in his voice. Although they don’t get along too well, Rhett’s still his brother, and he’s been through more in the past few years than you could possibly imagine. You pull yourself together for his sake. He probably doesn’t know why the two of you were speaking, nor does he care. He just wants answers, and unfortunately, you think you have one for him. It’s like the missing pieces to this shitty puzzle are just now presenting themselves to you. Maria was accepted into a law school in Denver. She left just days after Rhett visited you. You didn’t even put two and two together–not even when Rhett all but confirmed that they were together officially. 

“I’m sure he’s just with Maria. You should call her.” You say flatly, keeping calm despite the anger and sadness that you feel on the inside. Perry doesn’t say much else. He hangs up and you walk back inside to continue planning for your wedding. The weight of the ring on your finger feels heavier now than it ever has, knowing that whatever you and Rhett had between you is officially over and you’re Ben’s for good. Forever. 

When he’s finished loading everything, he hops up to sit on the tailgate of the truck and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it with ease. The sun is setting, and most of the shops in town are closed at this point. Only a few cars remain on the street. He doesn’t seem to notice you standing on the other side of the road, staring at him. He looks out towards the mountain range, just beyond the edge of town, bending his leg up and wrapping his arm around it, resting his chin on his knee as he blows a puff of smoke out of his mouth. Like he never left.

Rhett sits at your favorite coffee shop–the one on the corner of Heath Street that has a nice view of the mountain range in the distance–waiting for you to walk through the creaky, wooden door and order your usual. He’s been back for almost a week, but he’s yet to see you anywhere around town, and he’s smarter than to start asking–he knows that wouldn’t be a good look for either of you, and he doesn’t want you to know how desperate he is to find out how you’re doing. He was hoping that running into you accidentally would ease his mind a little. Even just seeing you from across the room would be enough to ease his mind.

He could just ask Perry, but that would turn into a whole thing. He knows Perry called you after he ran off. It was hard enough trying to convince him that nothing was going on between him and an engaged woman, but it seems all is forgotten now that he’s back for good, and he doesn’t want to open that whole conversation up again. 

Because he is home for good. 

Denver wasn’t for him, and bull riding just didn’t feel the same without any kind of support system. Things with Maria were a whole different beast. He knew they wouldn’t last. He spent most of his time there thinking about you and pretending he could be just as happy with someone else, but it’s a lot easier said than done. He missed how easy it was to talk to you and how you didn’t try to turn him into someone that he’s not. He never would’ve thought you’d have this hold on him. He thought leaving was the right thing to do–leaving so that you could be happy without him getting in the middle of the plans you made for your future. He wants to make sure he made the right decision, so he waits for you.

But you never show. Not in the four hours that he’s been sitting here have you even walked past the building. He’s about to throw his coffee out and leave once the clock strikes noon, and it’s clear that you won’t be stopping by, but then he hears the familiar shriek of one of your friends–Katie Palmer. He stays seated, keeping his back pressed hard against the booth as he turns his head ever so slightly as if it will make his hearing better. She’s just in the booth behind him, talking to someone on the phone. 

“Jade and I are leaving around ten, but she did say she might meet us at The Pit Bar later.” She lets out a small chuckle in response to the person on the other end. “No, no…don’t worry about it. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the company.” Is she talking about you, or maybe to you? He can’t imagine who else it could be unless you’ve stopped talking to your friends in the eight months he’s been away. The conversation ends there, though, giving him nothing more than a vague timeframe and the name of a bar in town. It’s not his favorite. The Tillersons have sort of claimed it as their own territory, and it’s not often Rhett leaves there without a bit of blood on his knuckles, but if there’s a chance you could be there, he’ll take it. 

He places his Stetson on top of his head and gets up, taking one last look around the coffee shop as he heads towards the exit with his unfinished room temperature latte. 

It’s almost midnight when you step outside The Pit Bar to take a breather and have a cigarette before rejoining your rowdy friends for the night. It’s the first time in a long time you’ve agreed to a night out. You haven’t been anywhere except work and the general store for most of the year, but you miss your life. You miss getting coffee at Hitch’s every morning and having lunch at the diner with your friends once a week. You miss going out and drinking and having fun. One day, you suppose, it’ll be fun again. 

The door to the bar swings open and out walks Trevor Tillerson. He looks in your direction and smiles, making his way over. You take a deep breath, dropping your hand and ashing the cigarette into the gravel below your feet as he greets you, tilting his hat slightly like he’s some sort of gentleman. You give a small smile in return, taking a drag and breathing it in as you look out into the parking lot–doing your best to ignore the six-foot man standing right next to you. 

“Oh, come on.” He chuckles, and though he’s smiling, his tone is a little sinister. “Can I bum one, baby?” 

You’re not sure where he gets off on calling you baby, but you do your best to ignore the atrocious pet name and his audacity. “This was my last one, sorry.” 

He steps closer and places his hand on the building behind your head, partially blocking you in. He mumbles out something, but you can’t tell exactly what it is. He’s very drunk and very much trying to flirt with you–something you’ve been trying to get used to ever since you called off your engagement with Ben. Guys who never even looked in your direction before were suddenly all over you all the time, which is why you had to stop going out. You couldn’t handle the attention, or the fact that the one person you wanted was hundreds of miles away. 

“I can take you home if you need a ride.” He says somewhat politely, reaching up and pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, causing the hair on your arms to raise in a spine-chilling way. His hand lingers for a moment and you feel yourself stiffen. You’re more than uncomfortable, and you have no idea how to get out of it. Trevor’s just trying to get into your pants–you know that–but you also know that he has a bad temper when he’s mad, and though you’ve never known him to hit a woman, you don’t want to be the first. 

“I don’t need a ride.” You confirm sweetly, watching his eyes turn dark with rage as his mouth turns down into a frown. His hand curls into a fist and pounds into the wall behind you, causing you to jump slightly. 

“I don’t know why you’re playing so hard to get.” He spits out, leaning down so that his face is mere inches from your own. You take a deep breath, feeling yourself sink deeper into the wood of the building behind you and screw your eyes shut, preparing to wind back your dominant arm to attack his face when suddenly, the heat from his body is gone and a strangled grunt comes from his throat. 

Your eyes open the second that Rhett’s fist connects with Trevor’s jaw. 

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[twinklelilstarkey]

The Wind - Rhett Abbott

Words: 4.4k+ Type: Smut Summary: You're a friend of the Abbotts and have been bringing them food for a while now. All it takes for you to act on your attraction to Rhett is just a little bit of wind. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or bodytype]. Mutual Pining. SMUT {piv, no protection, car sex, risk of getting caught (sort of)}.

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You’ve always loved the Abbott family. Their friendship with your family has lasted decades and they’ve been a part of your life for years. Your properties are quite close to each other, so, it has become a habit for you to either drive or ride over to their house to visit, and vice versa.

You, Rhett, and Perry were inseparable when you were children. Always riding together in the late afternoons before dinner, always eating breakfast together on the porch of your houses, and many other things. By the time you got older, you drifted apart naturally.

You visit their house regularly, especially after Rebecca’s disappearance.

Your family agreed that you were the closest to them and made you even visit them more often, and, especially, bring food to them. After a total of nine months of no signs of Rebecca, you still did the baking and visiting.

Today is a great example of that. You got up early in the morning and made food for everybody. Right before the sun shined through the horizon and before your dad was out of the door to work at the stables. Now, you were planning to go to town to meet with some friends before lunch, so you're dressed accordingly.

You lock your car’s doors before making your way to the front door of the familiar house. One arm holds onto the food while the other does the knocking. You looked around while waiting, checking the clear skies and the green pastures in silence.

The door opens to a smiley Amy, already knowing it was going to be you behind the door. You smile as soon as your eyes land on her and lean down to wrap your free arm around the girl. She hugs you tight while continuously saying your name and how much she’s missed you - even though the last time you visited was 2 weeks ago.

“You missed me?” You ask her in a teasing tone while pulling away from the hug.

“Yes!” She nods happily, “Grandma had to remind me all the time that you were only coming today. I liked it better when you visited every week.”

You melt at her words and kiss the side of her head before making the small joke of how she has to convince her grandpa to let you through the gates first if she wants to see you more. Royal always felt like you were doing too much for them and felt bad to see you come back to their house with a pleasant smile and food every time. You were too good for them, so, he prohibited you from visiting so much (unless you came over simply to stay).

You close the door behind you when you get done playing around with Amy, and the voices in the kitchen become more evident. Amy leads the way, happily jumping around as she walks, and you follow her.

“She’s here!” She announces to everybody before you even get to the doorway.

Once you do, you offer everybody a smile, right before both Perry and Royal make sure to stand up to greet you with a hug. You hug them, and then move over to Cecilia, who is too careful with her food to leave it alone on the stove. You kiss her cheek, and she kisses yours.

“How are you doing?” You ask her as you stare at the food on the stove.

“Good, very good. How about you, sweetheart?” She asks you with a smile.

You answer her with a smile and put down the food on the counter. Perry is the first one to check out the food, lifting the wrapping paper before giving you a playful look and a thumbs up. You chuckle at his antics and soon feel Amy leaning against your hip as you talk to her grandma.

“Where’s Uncle Rhett?” You ask the little girl, making the older woman beside you lift her eyes to you.

“Sleeping,” Amy says with a tone like it’s obvious, making you smile at her. Should’ve guessed that one.

You talk to everybody with a growing smile on your face. Your hands are laid on Amy’s head, playing with her hair while she tells you about all that she’s done at the farm and school lately.

You listen to her every word as she looks high up at you and plays with the ends of your dress between her fingers.

Cecilia eventually takes another plate of food to the table, and the two men sitting by it are quick to take some of its content.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Cecilia says beside you, making you look up.

Rhett stands by the doorway, eyes still a little heavy with sleep. He appears to have clean clothes on and his hair is brushed back. You’ve seen his hungover self a bit too many times to grow used to it, and he sure isn't hungover today.

“Morning.” He answers groggily.

You go back to the conversation with his niece and that’s the first time that Rhett even notices that you’re in the room. If anybody had been staring at him in that same second, they would’ve laughed because his entire demeanor changed.

His lifetime crush is standing in the kitchen for goodness sake, a man can only be discreet at so many things.

Rhett notices the casserole dishes on the counter beside you, a common thing whenever you’re at their home. His eyes move over to Amy, leaning against you while you play with her hair and laugh at what she’s telling you. The last thing he noticed before looking away with his eyes widened to capacity is the way you’re dressed. Flowery flowy dress, tight in the right places and making you stand out in the middle of everyone else at his house. God, you look beautiful.

“Have you eaten yet?” His mom asks you.

“Not yet, no.”

“What are you waiting for, then?” She asks you while retrieving a clean plate and handing it to you, “Use this one. I’m not letting you starve in my house.”

You thank her with a smile, walking with Amy to the table. The small girl is quick to choose her seat beside you, and you join the family table sooner than Rhett does. He steals a look at you again, looking at his father as he joins in your conversation with Amy, and walks over to his mom. Rhett grabs a clean plate for himself, as well as a knife and fork, and he notices that his mom is looking at him.

“Quit staring, you’re making it more obvious than it is.” She tells him, making the man straighten up right away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He mumbles at her.

The two try to stay silent after his comment, but that itself makes his mom crack a smile. He soon follows right behind with a lipped grin.

Rhett walks over to the table and gives you your silverware before sitting down, to which you thank him with silent words and a smile in the midst of your conversation. Rhett freezes a little at the way your hands grazed, but he snaps right out of it.

“Do you have any plans for today?” Amy asks you.

“I do. Going to town for lunch with some friends.” You tell her, making the girl perk up.

“You’re free in the afternoon?” She asks and you nod. She leans in close to you and whispers, “Can you go riding with me?”

You chuckle at her and nod. Amy quickly turns to the other grown-ups at the table, looking directly at her dad before asking “Can I go riding today?” and grating the answer she wanted right away.

With a cheesy grin, Amy begins to eat her breakfast happily while you begin to serve yourself some food.

As soon as she's done turning off the stove and putting down the last plate of food, Cecilia joins the table as well and sits beside her son.

You all eat, talk and laugh, and you can’t help but look at Rhett in front of you. The way he smiles at his family and laughs with them, it makes your heart skip a beat every time. And Cecilia Abbott notices every bit of it.

(...)

“Don’t let her leave without them!” Cecilia quickly tells her son.

Rhett and Cecilia are the last people in the kitchen. Amy is on her way to school, and both Royal and Perry are already working outside. You had just said goodbye to everybody when Cecilia noticed that you hadn’t taken the dishes from the last time you brought food. And there’s nothing like forcing her very-in-love son to run after you.

You are just about to get inside your car when the front door opens to reveal Rhett. You offer him a confused smile when he looks at you in relief - due to the fact that you’re still in the driveway. You move away from the door of your truck to look at him better and notice the dishes on his hands, making you smile.

Rhett walks over to you, with (sweaty) palms and with his heart reacting fast with your smile, and he outstretches the casserole dishes to you.

“You forgot to take these.” He tells you.

“Thank you.” You say with your smile, “It would be fine if they stayed for some more time here, I’ll be back in another 2 weeks.”

He grins at your words, and you move to climb your truck and put down the glass casserole dishes over the passenger’s seat. You didn’t really think your actions through. Like, at all.

You are wearing a dress, one that isn't tight to your skin. It would only take the slightest of winds to lift it up. You are insanely oblivious to it, but Rhett isn’t. He’s not even sure his eyes have moved, or if he has inhaled any air ever since his gaze met the back of your thighs.

You struggle a little from the angle to safely put the dishes down, and reality sets right in as soon as the wind touches your body. It only takes a small brush of air for such a sheer fabric to fly upwards, but a hand stops it. Not your hand, Rhett’s. He was fast enough to grab onto the hem of the dress before it moved too much.

You finally step down to the ground once more and feel a familiar flame enlighten underneath your skin. When you had just stepped back down, Rhett’s hand smoothed over your leg.

The two of you look at each other with widened eyes for an entire second, before you snap each other out of it when you decide to speak.

“Thank you.” You say breathly with a shy smile.

Rhett leans his hand on the car door and shakes his head a little.

“No problem at all.” He answers, his voice sounding deeper and lower than ever before.

If that sound resulted in anything, it was worsen the heat on your body.

The two of you aren’t exactly standing far away from one another, as you are very much close. Rhett did take a step forward to reach for your flowing dress and that left you with almost no distancing from one another.

“I like this dress.” He comments, pointing at it.

“You do?” You ask, eyes lighting up at his words.

“Yeah, you look good.” He nods.

Your body burns at the way his eyes stay on your body for a few simple seconds after his statement. You almost have to shake yourself to react, not letting his choice of words go to waste.

“Well, if I’d known this sooner, I would’ve started wearing dresses more often.” You comment and that makes his expression break into a smile.

“I would appreciate it.” He says, “Very much so.”

You smile brightly at him, letting a chuckle escape from your mouth at how dumb this conversation has become. The two of you look at each other in the eyes for just a little longer before one of you speaks once more.

“You need to be more careful with the wind, though.” He comments. “I’m sure you don’t want to expose half of town whenever you jump out of the truck.”

You shrug before answering, wanting to be playful with your next words, but making them sound with something extra on your tone.

“I could always have you stay behind me and hold it down.”

That makes Rhett take a step closer with a chuckle, and you let loose one of your infamous beautiful smiles. Those that make the man before you weak without fail. You look up at him, not even taking a step back, and Rhett eyes you down.

“Would you like that?” You ask playfully.

“I would.” He answers, laying his hand on your waist.

Your chests are almost touching. Almost to the point that if you take a deeper breath, they will. You two look at each other’s faces, stopping every time at either each other’s eyes or lips. His hand is warm and the way it holds you makes your heart beat faster at the possibility of accomplishing your own thoughts.

Rhett watches as you lick your lips, but you look over in the opposite direction of the house - stopping yourself. When you bring your eyes back to him, he’s staring at you and your body with absolutely no shame, and you lean back onto the car, breaking your breathtaking proximity.

“I should probably get going.” You tell him, much to his disappointment which is very noticeable.

Rhett thinks about answering but he can’t bring himself to agree with what you say. You continue to stare at him for a little longer, tilting your head to the side while grinning. His emotions just become easier and easier to read with time.

He looks at you as if in a punishing way, making you chuckle and begin to turn to face your truck. You playfully roll your eyes a little bit at the way he stands there, dramatically, and you try to listen in for anybody that could be close by and able to hear the two of you.

“Unless you want to keep me company until down the road.” You offer, almost making your heart explode the risk of your own words.

Rhett doesn’t react to you right away, visibly at least. Once he does, he opens his mouth to speak with a nod, and relief hits you. You face him entirely once more and interrupt him before he can even begin to spit it out.

“Get in, then.”

Without saying a word to you, Rhett goes around your truck and jumps in the passenger seat - making sure to not sit on the dishes. The two of you close your doors, and you try to ignore the way your hands begin to shake as you turn the key in the ignition.

It’s a quick drive out of the driveway and it doesn’t even take you 10 seconds to move the car down the road, distant enough from the house and where no one can see you two.

You aren’t sure what happened next as everything moved so quickly, but, as soon as you were parked, you got off your seat and Rhett pulled you close by your thighs, sitting you right on his lap.

Your lips connect in a kiss right after. Rhett’s hands dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, going under the fabric of the dress and touching the skin he has dreamed of touching for so long. Your hands get lost in his hair, brushing through the strands and clinging onto them.

Rhett groans into your lips when you pull on them a little too hard, and his hands move to your ass. You’re the one to vocally react this time, moaning into his mouth as his rough hands grab, squeeze yet drag your hips closer to his.

Both of your movements are chaotic and filled with hunger - a feeling both of you have had enough for years. Your kisses are rough and sloppy yet they do the job just fine, and the grinding of your hips on his is becoming filthier by the second.

Your hands leave the back of his head and dip to his belt. Your fingers work through the large buckle, hearing it clink in the heavy air of your car. Rhett’s lips leave yours while you move, trailing down your cheek and jaw with kisses, all the way down to your chest. While you work on his jeans, he lifts one of his hands from your ass to bring it over to your chest, pulling at the fabric and exposing more of your to him.

You work through the button and zipper next and let out a sigh at the feeling of Rhett’s lips on your chest. The fabric can only be pulled down until one point, but he’s pleased with what he can have. The softness of his wet lips and the warm sensation of his tongue on your warming skin... All of it almost makes you lose concentration.

Rhett pulls away from you and helps you pull down his jeans and, right after, his boxers. He leans his head back on the seat as soon as your hand wraps around his cock. The warm feeling of your smaller and softer hand fitting around his dick, all while he watches and looks down at his lap to see you do it.

His hand soon disappears under your dress too, and you gasp as he is quick to move your panties to the side and work his fingers through your slit. His fingertips are soaked right as they reach your entrance. That and the sweet sound that leaves your mouth fills his chest with pride.

“Rhett.” You whisper at him as his fingers work over your clit, coated with your wetness and easily circling the bud.

The two of you meet in a kiss once more. The kiss was just as messy as before, yet both of your minds aren’t exactly there. The both of you can only think of each other’s hands, hips moving to meet either your palm or fingers. The soft moaning and groaning are more and more evident with the kiss.

Rhett pulls you closer to him with his vacant hand on your hip, and you disconnect from the kiss. You move closer, and Rhett pulls his hand away from you. You sit up on your knees and are quick to line his tip with your entrance.

Before you even get to move, you feel Rhett’s hold on your hips tighten already. You smile against his lips before finally sinking down onto his lap, making the both of you react slowly to the sensation. Mouths open, breathing stopped and pleasure coursing through both of your bodies.

You move slowly, giving yourself time for comfort, and as soon as you’re completely sat over Rhett’s lap, the two of you look at each other for just a second. One of your hands stays in the crook of his neck, while the other one moves to hold onto the door beside you. All while Rhett’s hold onto you securely.

As soon as you begin to lift from his lap, the two of you are lost. Neither of you tries to say anything, all that is heard in the car is your heaving breaths and Rhett’s small deep exhales. Your body adjusts quickly to his size, and you begin to move quicker on his lap.

The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, coated with your wetness, makes pleasure increase, making your bodies tense up, yet, at the same time, melt further into each other’s touch.

Rhett stares at you like he would stare at a goddess. The way you move up and down on his lap, your dress still beautifully on your figure and moving with your actions, the way your wet and tight walls squeeze onto him, and the way your hand curls into a fist on his shirt. All of it he has dreamed more times than once in his life, and, now, he has all of it in front of him.

Your movements begin to fasten, making the two of you let out even heavier breaths. Rhett’s hands have begun to work and help you stay steady on his lap. You can already feel the knot of pleasure in your stomach tightening. It’s a mixture of both your actions and the situation the two of you are in. Literally just down the street from his home, yet still on his property, where anyone can just drive by and see you.

Your moans begin to be more apparent, and the pleasure seems to double every time you remember the situation you’re in. Your lips meet with Rhett’s again. One of his hands comes up to your cheek to hold your head steady and the two of you try to focus on kissing while deep down knowing you cannot.

A sheer layer of sweat covers your bodies, and the windows are beginning to fog up ever so slightly.

Rhett’s hand moves away from your cheek while deep in the kiss and disappears under your dress. His fingers find you almost right away and soon, they lay over your clit. He lets out a groan at the way your walls squeeze him as a reaction to what he did. He begins to circle it, moving easily with your wetness.

You pull away from the kiss, finding it impossible to focus on that, and moan, feeling pleasure beginning to grow further and your sounds becoming naturally louder. You lean your forehead against Rhett's for a second, and, when pulling away, the two of you look at each other. Adoring eyes staring back at each other.

Your hand lifts from the side of his neck over to his hair, your fingers work through the strands and, whenever the pleasure grows, you cling onto it. Rhett’s finger over your clit moves with more pressure and you moan, trying to keep your movements steady.

The sensation of his finger is different than yours. His hands are rougher and harsher. And, slowly, all of it keeps sending you into what feels like overdrive due to how much stimulation you seem to be getting at the smallest of things.

Rhett feels you squeeze tighter and tighter around his dick and he knows he isn’t far behind. Seeing you consumed by pleasure has to be one of the best sights he has ever encountered. His hand on your hip almost does nothing to control your movements, but the feeling of your soft silky skin is enough to drive him closer to his climax.

Your moans soon begin to be breathy whimpers as pleasure grows impossibly further with time. Your breathing is heavy and your body is indeed sweaty. It feels stuffy for the both of you to be in such a small space, yet the two of you are too lost in your own bodies to focus on anything else.

Finally, you feel the tightness on your lower abdomen snap and hot pleasure run throughout you. You moan as Rhett moves closer to make sure you don’t falter any of your movements. The wet walls of your cunt squeeze him, and he knows he’s close.

You continue to elongate your orgasm, continuing to move your hips, and Rhett’s finger also never stops working on your clit. Your hold on him is tight and, with just a few more thrusts, you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Your orgasm has subsided and your pussy already feels slightly sore at the sudden stimulation right after such a powerful climax, but you never stop.

The slapping of skin in the car sounds wetter as you continue and you feel Rhett’s cum inside of you. You begin to move slower and slower when you notice that his hold on you begins to lift up, and your eyes meet.

Rhett is leaning back on his seat and you're seated over his lap still. The two of you breathe deeply while looking at each other it takes some long seconds of silence for the two of you to recollect yourselves.

You feel Rhett’s hand lift from your hip and you break eye contact to see where his hand goes. He opens the window beside you, letting fresh air into the vehicle, and the cold breeze hits your sweaty bodies, making you two sigh.

Rhett’s hand comes back up and stops on your cheek. He pulls you in swiftly into a kiss, and you gladly kiss him back. This kiss is much softer and sweeter. His warm palm stays in place and you two smile when pulling away.

After just short seconds of silence, Rhett speaks.

“You’re telling me that I could’ve asked you out this entire time?” He asks, voice slightly coarse, but his words are enough to make you laugh.

“Yes.” You nod with a smile, “Ever since middle school.”

He purses his lips in the slight disappointment of all of the time lost but it is soon forgotten when your lips meet once more.

I'm not exactly proud of this, but I hope you guys like it!

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[greymoonfeelings]

Last Christmas

based off of “Last Christmas” by Wham!

pairing: Ex-best friend! Rhett x Fem! reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: last christmas you confessed your love to your best friend Rhett, but the next day he ran away with Maria. One year later, he shows up back in Wabang just in time for the holidays.

warnings: christmas angst, maria is the villain but Rhett’s kinda shitty too.

•••

You’d been in love with your best friend Rhett since you were 17 years old. You kept your romantic feelings towards him shoved deep down for fear of losing him. That, and the fact that you knew he didn’t return the feelings. He had been in love with Maria Oliveres for quite some time and while it hurt to watch him pine after another girl, you were mostly content with being his best friend.

It wasn’t until you were 21 that you thought you might have a chance, but you were still too scared of potentially losing the only friend you’d ever had in your small hometown. Instead, you continued to keep those feelings locked away until the small touches and flirtatious comments reached an all-time high and you felt the need to do something about it. You decided the risk was worth the possible reward.

It was Christmas night. You and Rhett had a tradition of bundling up and climbing onto the roof of your house after midnight to escape your respective families. The two of you enjoyed sharing some quiet time to exchange gifts.

“Here, you go first.”

You pull a candy cane-striped box from your coat pocket and shove it into Rhett’s glove-clad hands. You watch excitedly as he fumbles with the rectangular box to reveal your gift to him, a new hunting knife with a carved wooden handle.

You wait with bated breath for his reaction.

“Do you like it? I figured you needed a new one since you lost your other.”

Rhett turns it over in his hands, studying the detailed handle. His initials are carved into the side along with some intricate patterns.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead and the warmth of his lips takes you by surprise considering the freezing cold temperatures.

“Now it’s your turn.” Rhett places a black velvet box in your hands. You slowly open it to reveal a familiar gold necklace.

“Oh my god. Is this the necklace from the antique store?”

Rhett nods, “I saw the way you looked at it when we went in there last month. I went back later the same day and bought it for you.”

“It’s gorgeous.”

You take the necklace out of the box and let it dangle in your hand. A detailed heart-shaped locket hangs on the simple gold chain.

“I’ll have to find a good picture to put in.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind,” Rhett begins as he leans in closer to you. “I already put one in.” He thumbs open the locket to reveal a small picture of the two of you.

Your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest. Sitting next to the man you’ve been in love with for over 5 years, looking at a picture of yourselves he had shoved inside a heart-shaped locket was like a scene out of your dreams. You couldn’t imagine anything better than being tucked against Rhett Abbott for the rest of your life.

Slowly, you turned your head to look at Rhett. Your faces were so close, you could see your fogged breath passing his cheek in the nighttime air. You were so touched by his thoughtful gift that this felt like the perfect moment to say what had been on your mind for ages.

You look into Rhett’s piercing blue eyes and before you can even process it, the words are spilling out.

“I’m in love with you.”

He looks at you with a puzzled expression, like he didn’t hear you. “What?”

“Shit, I didn’t mean to spring that on you. It just felt like the right time to tell you.”

“What?” He repeats, this time louder.

“I’m in love with you, Rhett.”

He starts to shake his head, visibly surprised by your confession. “Why would you tell me that?”

“Because it’s true… and I thought you liked me too.” You suddenly feel very small in Rhett’s presence and you decide that you don’t enjoy this feeling at all.

“I’m moving away with Maria tomorrow,” he blurts out.

Your mouth drops open at his rushed statement. There’s a sharp pain in your chest like you’ve just been stabbed.

“You’re what? When were you planning on telling me?” From your defensive tone, it's obvious, you’re crushed.

You shove the necklace he gifted you back into its box and secure it in your coat pocket so you don’t drop it onto the snow-covered ground below you.

“Right after givin’ gifts.“

“What the fuck? You haven’t seen her in years and now you’re just gonna run away with her?” You start to raise your voice, red hot anger floods your bloodstream.

“It’s not runnin’ away, I’m an adult.”

“Rhett, she fucked with your feelings for years! What makes you think she likes you now?”

“We’ve been… together.” He stutters.

“For what? A week?”

“Two…”

“She doesn’t even know you!” You wave your hands around furiously.

“We went to school with her!”

“That doesn’t mean she really knows who you are and you don’t know a damn thing about her either! You just have this pretty little version of her in your head.”

Every insecurity you’ve ever had is now coming to the surface. All the years you spent comparing yourself to Maria, wondering why Rhett couldn’t love you the same way he loved her.

“You’re way outta line.”

“Jesus, Rhett! You’ve been leading me on for months!”

“The hell do you mean?”

“All these little touches and flirty remarks.”

“We’re friends!” Rhett yells, exasperated.

“Last week you told me my boobs looked good in that black top!”

“Yeah, well you were worrying about how it looked!”

“What about when we were at the bar and you put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans while we danced to Valerie!”

“I was tryin’ make sure you didn’t knock into anyone!”

“God! You really are an idiot, Rhett Abbott.”

“It’s not my fault you took it all the wrong way!”

“Just leave, Rhett! Get out of here! Enjoy your new life with Maria, asshole!”

Tears rushed down your face, blurring your vision and staining your cold cheeks as Rhett drove away in his truck.

That was the last time you ever saw Rhett Abbott. He had packed up all his belongings and driven away to god knows where with Maria, leaving his family and you behind. Almost 7 years of friendship with him was thrown away like it was nothing, like you were nothing.

At first, you spent your days crying your heart out and blaming yourself, but eventually, you realized that you couldn’t be responsible for his feelings, or lack thereof. As much as you hated to admit it, Rhett didn’t care about you as much as you thought.

———

Now here you stand, in the Pit Bar with your new best friend, a woman named Aubrey who works with you at the library. After Rhett left, you needed to branch out and she was a natural choice. Besides working at the same place and having a shared love of reading, you had plenty of other things in common. She helped you deal with the aftermath of Rhett and you helped her move into the house she inherited from her Aunt.

“Shit, who’s that fine-lookin’ string bean? I’d sure as hell remember a face like that around here.”

You turn around at your friend’s comment, unsure who you might come face to face with. When you see who she’s referring to, your heart drops. You’d recognize that cowboy anywhere, even in the poor lighting of this bar.

“Are you feeling alright?” Aubrey asks when you face her again. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You gulp down the rest of your beer before answering. “I did. That’s Rhett.”

Aubrey’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. “No! *The* Rhett Abbott?”

“Yes,” you frown.

Your friend immediately straightens up, ready to protect you. She had heard all about Rhett and what he did to you.

“What the hell is he doing back?”

“I’m wondering the same thing.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Aubrey suggests.

“No, it’s alright. The holiday party is here and I’m over him.”

“Are you sure about that? I know how many reminders of him there are in this town, but I can’t imagine what seeing him in person must do to you.”

I refuse to continue to be that broken girl. I won’t let him have that much power over my life anymore.”

Aubrey nods, agreeing to support you in your journey to freedom from the emotional clutches of Rhett Abbott. She orders you a refill and leads you over to a group of her other friends.

You continue to mingle with people around the party, trying desperately to keep your focus off of Rhett, but Aubrey catches your eyes wandering over to him every once in a while.

He looks the same as he did the day he left. Long brown hair curling around his neck and a flannel buttoned up his broad chest. He sits there slinging back shots of tequila with his cowboy hat resting on the bar top for half an hour before you look over and he’s nowhere to be found.

You decide he’s likely left for the night and the coast is clear to go get a new round, but you were wrong.

As you lean against the bar waiting for the bartender’s attention, a familiar drawl followed by a tap on the shoulder makes you freeze.

“This seat taken, ma’am?”

You slowly turn your head to look at the man beside you. No amount of time in the world could have prepared you to stare into those clear blue eyes again. Shock crosses his face as he realizes who he’s looking at.

“Shit.” He whispers, followed by your name.

“Rhett.” You nod politely. “Seats all yours. I’m just getting a refill.”

He falls into the wooden bar stool, clutching his beer. You wave to the bartender, getting his attention so you can get away from your ex-best friend as soon as possible.

“How ya been?” His deep baritone voice still makes your legs feel like jello. You hate him and the fact that he can still have this effect on you.

“Fine.” You answer curtly. “Not like you care.”

“I…”

You cut him off, “Let’s not do this, Rhett.”

“Do what?”

“Any of this. The small talk, greetings, and catching up. I don’t want you to pretend to be interested in my life because I’m sure as hell not interested in yours.”

Lie. You often thought about what his new life was like, wondered if he was happy with Maria, and part of you hoped that he was. Just because he hurt you doesn’t mean you stopped caring about him, even though you wished with all your heart that you could.

“So you just sit there and drink your beer and I’ll continue to enjoy my night with my friends.”

“Could you just give me a minute?”

“No. Not after the way you left me. You threw away all our years of friendship like it was nothing, left me in the wind. If I wasn’t so set on pretending to have moved on, I would kick your ass right now.”

“Just give me 10 seconds,” he begs.

“Why are you even here, Rhett? Why aren’t you out there living your fantasy life with your perfect girl? Where is Maria anyways?”

You cast a glance around the bar but secretly hope that your eyes don’t land on her. You’re not sure you could see her without wanting to violently throw up.

“I don’t know,” Rhett mutters.

“It’s a small bar, she couldn’t have gone that far. You should go find her and leave me alone.”

“No, I mean I don’t know where she’s living.”

That catches your attention.

“We didn’t last all that long. Five months, maybe six. We didn’t get along good, barely knew each other. You were right.”

You scoff. “Well, there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear.”

“She didn’t want a guy like me, she wanted someone better and truth is, I didn’t want a girl like her.”

“Beautiful, smart, popular, confident?”

“Fake, controlling, untrustworthy.”

“Are we talking about the same Maria?”

“Most certainly are.”

At that moment the bartender stops by with another bottle of beer for you.

“Sounds like a real nightmare. Too bad you ruined everything all for a chance with her. I wish I felt sympathy, but you made your own bed. Goodbye, Rhett.”

You stand up to leave with your drink, but Rhett grabs your wrist. “Wait.”

“What?” You snap.

“I’m sorry.” He puts his hands up in defense. “You were right, okay?”

“So you said, and while that does wonders for my ego, it doesn’t change the way you treated me.”

A deep sigh passes through Rhett’s lips. “I know that but could you just let me explain myself?”

“You did that pretty well last year.”

“I wasn’t thinking. I was so caught up in this fake idea that I had of Maria in my mind that I didn’t see what was right in front of me. You were the one always by my side, through thick and thin. You were the girl treatin’ my injuries after rodeos, the one spendin’ her free time in detention with me. Maria barely looked my way in high school and she only wanted me after the fact because she wanted to rebel against her parents, but you, you always liked me for who I was.”

You notice tears forming at his waterline and for a moment you have the urge to pull him into your arms, pepper his stubbled face with kisses and tell him that everything is okay. Six months ago, you would have, but now you’re in the anger stage of your grieving process and you’d love nothing more than to slap him silly.

“I’m glad you finally realized, but it’s too late. I’ve moved on, Rhett. I’m not the same girl you left behind. Never again will I let anyone treat me the way you did, like a second choice. I’m sorry your life with Maria wasn’t how you imagined, but this is your karma.”

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guilt & hangovers.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett soothes your worries from the night before.

￫ c/w: drug and alcohol use, recovery, sobriety, hangovers, swearing, titty touching, kissing, food.

￫ a/n: as i go through recovery, i’ve found it comforting to myself to write these pieces. i hope it brings any level of comfort to all who read! <3 my ‘sobriety’ masterlist can be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Your eyes squinted open slowly, peeling awake to the sunlight falling through your lacy curtains on your bedroom window. The reflection of the morning sun in your eyes shot to your headache immediately, making you wince. Your mouth felt full with cotton and your body ached a little. Rhett slipped in through your bedroom door with a warm smile.

“Good mornin’, gorgeous.” You gave him a kiss in response as he curled back into bed next to you. You propped yourself up slightly to lie on Rhett’s chest, humming in content. You were slightly hungover, but the warmth of your lover soothed your head.

“Y’ had a good time last night?”

“I think…” You questioned yourself as you played back the night behind your closed eyes. You remembered everything, which was the first good sign, but you were slightly on edge at Rhett’s question. “Oh God, why d’ y’ ask? Did I do somethin’ stupid?” You grumbled and winced again, burying your face further into his chest as you awaited his response.

You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle and he soothed his fingers through your hair to reassure you. “No, no, darlin’. Just in the truck home, y’ were smilin’ to yourself, talkin’ about how happy y’ were, how much y’ enjoyed the night.”

“Oh.” You hummed back to Rhett. A small smile graced your lips with relief. “Yeah, I remember that.”

You do remember. That was good.

You both lay there in a domestic and blissful silence for a while. Rhett didn’t let go of holding you close to his chest as you let the morning sun wash over you both, slowly waking you up for the day. It was a rare Sunday when you had no ranch work to do urgently, hence the chance to have a drink last night. You were planning to enjoy this Sunday like you did best together. Wrapped up in the bedsheets and making home cooked meals. Your stomach grumbled at the delicious thought, but your mind was still pre-occupied with more pressing matters. Rhett’s question, again. That triggered something in the back of your mind. Past memories clouded your senses and you just had to ask one more time—

“Y’ sure I didn’t do anythin’ stupid?”

He chuckled again and squeezed you tightly to his chest, wordlessly reassuring you. “Why y’ askin’ so much, baby?”

“I guess, I just… I feel, guilty?” You rounded off your statement with a questioning tone. You weren’t sure what this feeling was. You instinctively drew your nail beds to your teeth as you chewed on them with nervous hesitation. Your nails had grew in the last couple of months. Without the constant gnawing from your swinging jaw once a bag of powder was soaked through your nerves, you had no real reason to constantly bite them. None the less, Rhett was there as a wordless reminder, drawing your fingers away from your teeth to play with them mindlessly. Deep down, he was purposefully distracting you, but on Sunday mornings such as these, he enjoyed feeling out each crease and indent on your hands.

“Don’t,” Rhett’s voice came almost a beat afterwards. “Y’ had some drinks, got a good level of ‘drunk’ and came home to me. No drugs, nothin’. It’s ok to have a bit of fun. You’re doin’ so much better now, y’ shouldn’t feel guilty for that.”

You were still laying on his chest and listening to the rumble of his morning voice through your ear, staring ahead and taking in his words. Your eyes traced over the pattern on your lacy curtains. You registered his words, but the guilt.

The fucking guilt.

It was gnawing away at your stomach like you would your nails.

“But d’ you remember what—”

Your proposed, and self inflicting argument against yourself, was cut short by Rhett barking out a quiet laugh. “Nope, nu-uh.” He clicked his tongue between his teeth and you sat up to look at him now. He wetted his bottom lip with his tongue as he shook his head, still with a small and knowing smile on his face. “I know you, your group knows you, your support worker knows you. You’re doin’ so, so fuckin’ well, darlin’. I won’t let anyone tell my diamond girl ‘ny different.”

“Okay.” You mumbled with a loving smile gracing your lips. You were still feeling a little too hungover to argue, and, you knew Rhett was right.

“Okay.” He agreed with you and outstretched his large calloused hands to cup at your jaw and squeeze on your cheeks. “C’ ere.” He pulled you down to meet him again and placed one, two, then three, repeated kisses on your lips. As he parted with a wanton and low groan, he asked the one question that he knew would make all your worries disappear in an instant.

“Y’ want a fry up?”

You comically groaned, almost similar to how you would when Rhett’s face was buried between your thighs. You let your eyes roll back into your skull and you flopped down dramatically onto the mattress, withering with obscene pleasure at the thought of your lovers famous fry ups.

“Fuckin’, please.”

A playful smile was still plastered on your lips and Rhett’s lips, mirroring your humor in seeing you react like that. He leaned down once more to kiss you again, expanding his palm to give your bare breasts a squeeze before leaving you in bed to make a start on breakfast.

“Grab the laptop, put on what y’ want, my sweet thing.” He called out to you from your shared bedroom doorway.

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I love you - Rhett Abbott x reader

A/N: This started as a fairly straightforward idea, spiralling into more words than I had planned and the nagging feeling that I didn't do the best of jobs at writing Rhett's character. However, I do love this mess of a cowboy with my whole heart, so I hope it somehow ended up not being too bad ♡

Words: 3.5k

As always, requests are open and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

The first time you told Rhett you loved him you were drunk, and he, despite what most people would say about him, was too much of a gentleman to mention it ever again, keeping those words to himself.

You had sipped on your drink, pouting when he leaned over to steal some, sipping from your straw as he looked at you, listening to you intently as the words died on your lips, the sweet fruitiness on his lips nowhere near the taste of his own drink.

He had won, coming first at tonight’s rodeo, and you had offered to buy him a beer to celebrate, promising to set him free before the night’s end, even if you secretly hoped he wouldn’t leave your side, and that ended up being exactly what happened. You couldn’t help looking at him, with the light hitting him just right, making his blue eyes shining so brightly as he smiled back at you, feeling your lips turn upwards to match his and those three little words slip out effortlessly.

Time seemed to stop, but he didn’t say anything, his cheeks growing darker, maybe, the detail hard to notice with how he shifted back, the faint blue neon light hiding any evidence. You took a deep breath, thinking that he hadn’t heard you, a million questions whirling in your head. You had thought about it before, with each word exchanged, not all soft and kind, but teasing and mocking at times, when you’d blush at a remark, or when he’d come by just to check on you, having you insisting that you weren’t a child and needed no checking up on, even if you highly appreciated the gesture, especially when you were lonely.

But you were drunk, and he was quick to make conversation, so you forgot all about it as you sipped on your drink, soon finishing it and leaving you with reddened cheeks from the sweetness and alcohol cursing through your veins, along with some of his words.

He sat back in his seat, those words still ringing in his ears. Had it been anyone else, he could’ve joked about it, or gotten a good fuck out of it, had it been a buckle bunny, but not with you. Whenever he thought of you, his mind wandered into a future someplace new, where he could start over, not chained down by a family name or by a career that did nothing but hurt him, save for the moments of glory that left him full of adrenaline, even if they were nothing compared to the emptiness he felt when he didn’t make it.

He thought of you as someone that deserved better than what he could offer. Someone that deserved someone that would make you smile each day, that would hold your hand while you walked through the town, or that took you on travels through the state, living the life you deserved together, maybe starting a family, owning your own place.

But his wrist was bandaged up more often than not, and while he could hold your hand with his good one, he also thought that that wasn’t his best side, and if you were to stare up at him with your pretty eyes, it should be only to stare at whatever best version of him it was.

Moral of the story, he didn’t deserve you, and even if you said that you loved him, him, he knew it was a mistake. A cruel joke that whoever controlled his life thought would be funny to throw his way, surely laughing at how even if his jaw tensed and his cheeks darkened, he still ignored your comment, changing the subject until he could close the tab and leave, driving you home safe and wishing you a goodnight, never to mention those three words again.

But then it happened again, and this time he really thought someone was fucking with him.

You had been driving together, a spontaneous road trip for the day, leaving early in the morning, set to return just after dinner, a generous amount of food packed for every meal you’d intend on taking on the road.

There were no other cars for miles ahead, so when he spotted some wildflowers growing on the side of the road, he stopped the truck without a care, climbing out of it to pick you some. He could feel you staring at him from the car, but that didn’t stop him from taking his sweet time, picking the best ones and holding them all together, wishing he had a proper ribbon to tie them together but settling on using a stem instead.

He made his way back to the car and came over to your rolled-down window, handing you the flowers and blushing at the way you exclaimed, brushing it off with a shrug and a smile as he made his way back to the driver’s side. “You’re a big softie, Rhett.” You teased, calling out of the window as you looked down at each flower. He smiled at your words, closing his eyes when he slipped out of view, taking his time to walk back to the other side of the truck. It’s just flowers, he thought, it doesn’t mean anything. He tried to ignore his feelings. It wasn’t something new, he had started harbouring a small crush on you a few months after meeting you, the banter you two shared, the teasing, the jokes, as well as the care you showed him and that he learned to show you, that all paid it’s part in making his heart long to be in his future. And then you went and told him you loved him.

But once more, he didn’t deserve you.

Perry’s words rang in his head again, the she’s a real pretty thing. Deserves to move out of here, leave Wabang and be happy. He agreed, but that ‘deserves more’ easily turned into ‘deserves more than me’ in Rhett’s mind, leaving him stranded on an island of his own creation. He climbed back into the truck, catching a glimpse of how you still held your flowers, cradling them softly as if they were the most delicate thing you had seen. And, to be fair, they easily could’ve been. You knew Rhett wasn’t one for big gestures, usually going for small gestures that spoke volumes, like this. He stopped just to pick flowers for you. And that was enough.

You spent the rest of the day by a small lake, chatting and sitting by each other's side, the sound of laugher and lingering touches making both of your hearts beat faster, an illusion of what could've been painting an image that you could both think of tonight.

Soon enough, it was time to go home, packing everything up, the chatter never stopping, only merging into loudly sang songs on the drive back, the radio too loud for anyone's sake, but it was easy to enjoy it with how happy Rhett looked, the wind messing up his hair as he sang as loud as he could, changing the pitch of his voice to occasionally make you laugh, smiling like a fool when he succeeded.

He walked you to your door, a cheesy grin on his face as you twirled around for him, holding up the flowers once more, now droopy from the lack of water and nourishment, but still as colorful. “Thanks again.” You muttered, wanting nothing more than to invite him in, but knowing that his family was waiting for him, Cecilia’s meal already planned and portioned. “It was a pleasure. Thank you for bearing with me.” He chuckled, tilting his hat back slightly to see you better. Pulling your arms up, you took a step forward, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in, resting your head on his chest as his arms hesitantly wrapped around you, “I never bear with you. I love spending time with you and I love you.” You whispered, knowing what you were doing.

You knew that you had already told him once, remembered it painfully well, remembered how he hadn’t had any reaction, but you were sick and tired of hiding your feelings for him, so you decided that now was as good a time to tell him. You felt him tense up beneath you, his sigh audible as he pulled back, offering you a tight lipped smile and a curt nod before turning away, leaving you standing on your front porch with a questioning look on your face. He didn’t turn around, didn’t look back, not when he knew that all he’d do was pull you under with him.

That’s what he did, chaining himself to the ranch a while ago, finding his own freedom in a career that damaged him and, eventually, those around him.

You had gone to see him compete a few times, and he still remembered the pain look on your face that first time, raising his eyes after a fall, still coming first out of all the others, to find you with a hand over your eyes, not wanting to see him hurt. It took him a good speech about how he was used to it, and how some painkillers would surely take all the pain away, to make those tears go away from your eyes, but you were still hesitant to hug him, complimenting him for his victory by holding his hand instead, slipping away when his family came to talk to him to try to steady your breath, the scene forever embedded in your mind. Two attempts later, after a total of three rodeos where you had witnessed Rhett fall and hurt himself fairly badly all times, despite him telling you that it was fully normal, you decided to stop, waiting for him once it was all finished, knowing that you’d find him in search of a drink to quench both his pain and his sadness, on some days. And so, just like all those times, he walked to his truck and didn’t face you, aware that the pained look on his face would only match your own, and he couldn’t bear to see that, couldn’t bring that home with him.

So he thought of how you smiled at the flowers, or chattered as you ate, or sang on the way home.

He thought of that and drove home, smiling as though he truly believed he could be the one to bring a smile to your face each day, to hold you when you needed him, to love you. He thought of that and drove home, pretending that he wasn’t the one that had and would bring you pain if you let him in too close, having heard the words that the town, that his family, spoke about him.

And so, after that day, he became more distant, focusing on his place in his family, not leaving the ranch unless it was to go drinking or riding.

Which is why, one evening, when you had enough of the silent treatment, the few texts he answered making you only miss him more, you drove to the bar, parking outside and taking a deep breath before walking in, easily spotting him slumped over at the bar, whiskey in one hand and face cradled in the other. “Rhett.” you spoke when you got near him, your hand brushing over his shoulder, feeling him tensing under your touch again, like he had a week ago when you told him you loved him, but not turning. “Rhett.” You said again, sitting by his side and waiting for him to look at you, but he didn’t, eyes focused on the bar, not looking at anything but his half-empty glass. You looked to the bartender and mouthed a the usual, sitting by Rhett’s side as you waited for your own drink. “What’cha doin’ ‘ere?” he slurred, still not looking at you even as his expression relaxed, feeling some comfort in your presence. He came second, that night, getting bucked off the bull and harshly falling to the floor, his shoulder taking mos “Came to find you.” You said with a shrug, nodding to the bartender when he placed your drink before you, the first sip of the drink giving you some extra strength, whether that was an illusion or not. “Missed you.” You added, turning to look at him again. He was easy to look at, his profile being a part of him you got to see less, his eyes often trained on you when you were around, that having been one of the first things that had spurred you on to confess your feelings. “Missed you too.” He replied, voice barely above a whisper, so faint you wondered if you had indeed heard him utter those words, but the way his eyes had closed gave you the confirmation you needed. “I’m sorry if I made things awkward.” You mumbled after another sip, sighing and hating yourself for backing down, but needing him to know. Even if he didn’t feel the way you felt, or didn’t want to acknowledge the way he felt, or whatever, you still wanted to keep him in your life, even if as a friend. “You didn’t.” He mumbled, shaking his head. “Then why have you been distant?” You asked, turning to look at him, watching him as he took another sip of his whiskey, cursing under his breath when he was met with nothing but a drop of it.

You stopped his hand from lifting again, holding it down. “I think that’s enough, Rhett.” you spoke, glancing at your own drink and deciding to leave it, wanting to be sober enough to drive him home safely, pushing it to the side. “C’mon, we’re going home.” you muttered, standing and helping him off the stool, draping his arm around you. You placed some cash by your drink, the bartender waving your way and wishing you a goodnight as you walk past him, Rhett’s body slumped over yours. He wasn’t doing much to hold his weight off of you, his head draped over yours and the ghost of a smile on his lips at the contact. His feet followed yours almost effortlessly, standing straighter and easing some of his weight off you as you approached your car, tapping your shoulder to signal you to let him go, standing and walking to the door without any issues. “Were you pretending to be drunker than you are?” You muttered, walking to the driver’s seat, a teasing smirk on your lips. “Maybe. Wanted a hug.” He chuckled, hissing as his head hit the headrest, eyes closed as your hand reached for his, squeezing it once. “Could’ve asked.” You muttered, rolling your eyes at his antics but smiling at him. You and Rhett weren’t overly touchy, not unless either of you was drunk, so this felt like the perfect opportunity, thumb rubbing over his skin, taking a deep breath. “You shouldn’t tell people that you love them.” Rhett said, finally breaking the silence, his eyes focused on the car’s dash, his eyebrows knitted together in stress and worry, the whiskey still making his words sound slurred.

He didn’t want to lose you, and he needed to make things right, but god, words were not his forte, especially not after drowning his sorrows with alcohol. “I don’t just tell anyone I love them, Rhett.” You said with a chuckle, squeezing his hand gently, afraid that your words or movements could scare him, too used to being seen as a wild animal to allow himself to feel safe. “Well, then you shouldn’t tell me. You can’t love me.” he huffed, pulling his hand away, pushing it close enough for your pinkies to still touch, but far enough for you not to hold it anymore. “And why is that?”

This was, probably, the first time you had seen Rhett so… distant. He was always there for his family, always willing to go above and beyond for those he love, rarely getting a full thanks because that’s just what he was expected to do, but when it came to him, he was distant. “Everyone agrees. You deserve better.” “And who’s everyone?” You ask curiously, tilting your head to the side.

As much as Rhett appeared to be fully in control, there was a lot of his life that he didn’t feel was up to him, and this was one of those moments. He had wondered if you were too good for him for a split second, and with the thought easily confirmed by Perry, the nagging feeling never left him. “Y’know. Perry-” He started, meeting your eyes when you interrupted him. “I’ll stop you right there. I don’t care what Perry thinks, or anyone else. There is one person’s opinion I care about, and they’re sitting by my side right now.”

A soft pitter patter echoed around you, the first droplets of rain making the streets shine a little brighter around you. “Why do you love me?” It didn’t sound like a question, more like a curse, a poisoned words on his lips that had made him believe for too many nights. "How long do you have? 'Cause the list is long." You joked, even if it was true. You could speak for hours about him, seeing his defects and loving him in spite of. He chuckled, shaking his head, not believing you, but listened nonetheless when you started talking again. “The first time I realized I loved you, was that time I was over for dinner. Cecilia had made something, forgotten about it when Amy fell, and ended up burning it. You ignored it, still taking a bite of it and complimenting her on the dish, even if we all knew you were lying.” You chuckled, turning your body to face him, reaching for his hand once again, holding onto it with both hands, thumb smoothing over his skin. “You’re kind, Rhett. And I love that.” His cheeks were growing warmer, a light tint coloring them, the only way to notice it being the soft glow of the light from the bar shining on him. “Is there a second time?” He asked, a little more confident from your words, surely aided by the whiskey just as much, but this time he relaxed into your touch, turning to look at you, eyes taking in your figure.

You chuckled, resting your head back and looking up, few stars visible with the light pollution. “You mean other than the thousands of times, like when you got me flowers from the road during the roadtrip, or covered me in your jacket when it rained, or opened the door to me when I came knocking at 2am?” All of those moments had stayed with you, making you fall deeper in love with him, time after time, his soft ways contrasting with the image everyone had of him. “I don’t think I can give you what you deserve.” He mumbled, looking away again, focusing on each droplet of rain as it hit the glass. “I believe you do.” You hummed, your hand finding his cheek, tilting his face so that he’d look at you. “One date? Then you can decide?” He wanted to laugh at your words. Then you can decide.

He had decided the first time you hugged him and his heart beat a little faster, and had confirmed his decision over and over each time you were around him, always getting the best of him out. “Tomorrow? 6pm?” he asked, his heart hammering in his chest at the question, nerves hidden behind a soft smile. “Tomorrow, 6pm.” You confirmed, leaning over to place the softest kiss to his cheek before turning the key and starting the car, wanting to keep your promise to get him home safe.

It took him one date, one kiss at your doorstep, one text message goodnight, for him to be completely smitten. Everytime he took your hand, or said a joke, or kissed you, he saw the way you smiled and laughed and beamed, your expression surely matching his, a look of pure love and adoration, and it felt good. It felt good to know that maybe he could be enough. He shifted slightly beneath you, pressing his lips to your head in a silent kiss, smiling as you sighed in your sleep. He looked at you, safely curled up on his chest, his bandaged wrist resting on your waist, holding you close, he realized that maybe he could make you smile each day, and he could hold your hand and show you off around town, his smile bright ‘cause he got to have you by his side, and he could pack his truck to explore the world. And even if he still doubted it, somehow, he promised you and himself that he’d do everything in his power to be what you deserved, each single day.

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[bobgasm]

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RHETT ABBOTT X OFC! FAITH JONES

SINGLE DAD!AU

summary: in which rhett’s twin daughters initiate a plan to get their dad and their swim instructor together warnings: fluff, mutual pining, meddling kids, rom-com vibes, eventual smut, nsfw [18+ only], word count: [tbd]

author’s note: i just want to say a huge thank you to @attapullman for being a willing sounding board while i talked through this fic and planned it out. ur amazing and i love you so much ♥️♥️♥️

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[t-nd-rfoot]

Anna?? Would you be ok doing either Bob Floyd or Rhett Abbott for the Valentine's Day asks? I have an idea in mind but I'm not sure if you'd wanna do it or not.

Either character being married to their beloved wifey!reader having a couple of boys in the family and finally having their first baby girl on Valentine's Day??

If you want me to do anything for you, I can, my inbox hit a bad dry spell again.

FOREVER VALENTINE aka It's A Girl!

The cutest presents come wrapped in pretty pink bows.

Pairing Rhett Abbott x female!reader

Theme fluff fluff fluff! Plus a drop of angst (it's Rhett)

Warnings childbirth (nothing graphic)

Word Count 667

Note this actually made me realize I miss writing about Rhett!!! And ugh this was such a cute idea, thank you so much for requesting it, love! I hope you enjoy it 💗

Peaceful silence filled the room, a stark contrast from the maddening chaos that ensued just mere minutes ago.

On your bed, Rhett’s arm was wrapped gently around your shoulder as you cradled your newborn daughter.

Daughter.

Rhett never thought he’d ever be a father to a little girl—no one did, really, considering his previous reputation. A reputation he worked hard to grow from and buried the moment he laid his eyes on you. It was safe to say he was more than successful in doing so, considering the three older boys you had together in twelve years of marriage (and counting).

There were a lot of things Rhett never believed in prior to you, one of them being karma. He never had a real reason to. Life’s a bull, he used to say, you can take it by the reins all you want and it can still find a million ways to fuck you up. He certainly didn’t understand what good he did in his life to deserve you, or what supernatural forces conspired to make that happen, though Cecelia called it an answered prayer. But right now, as he felt the tiniest fingers he ever felt hold on to one of his own, he knew that every wrong turn he made led him to this right one. The one—well, fifth one—he promises to do right by till his last breath.

“She’s beautiful,” you whispered as you began to stir from your brief rest.

“More than,” he agreed. “Oh, you’re gonna give me so much trouble, baby girl. So, so much,” his voice was soft and low as he spoke to the baby, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “Lucky for you, your momma’s smart enough to sniff out the danger. And bossy enough to tell me what to do when it comes.”

You scoffed playfully at his comment, but he made up for it quickly with a firm kiss to your temple. “And lucky for you, baby,” you continued, “your daddy’s smart enough to listen.”

“But you don’t gotta worry about that just yet,” he mused, “they gotta get through your brothers first before they deal with me. Ryder’s the gentle one, but he can be real tough when protecting someone.”

Your heart tugged at the mention of your sons. “Emmett can be rowdy, but he’d never hurt a fly. And Callum’s so excited to play with you, he already put some of his toys out.”

“Don’t forget about your cousin Amy,” you pointed out.

“Oh no, we can’t, can we? Lord knows she waited a long time for another girl in the family,” he laughed.

As your daughter stirred in your arms, her little hand still wrapped around Rhett’s finger, a soft smile graced her lips. It was brief, but it was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“I miss them,” you sighed, wanting nothing more than for your boys to meet their baby sister.

Rhett pressed his lips to your head once again as he reached for his phone. “I’ll call Ma to let ‘em know they can come home.”

As he walked to his charging phone at your dresser, you adjusted your baby’s swaddle to make sure she was secure.

“You got me beat, darlin’,” Rhett mused as he made his way back to you.

“What do you mean, Abbott?” you raised your eyebrow playfully.

He wrapped his arm around you again like he did before, “I think our baby girl might be the best gift you’ve ever given me. I don’t know how I can top that.”

“You being here was more than enough,” you laughed softly, as you baby wriggled once again. Rhett took her in his free arm and kissed her head, while you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Happy first Valentine’s, baby girl. I’m always gonna love you.”

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Here to Stay (Rhett Abbott x OC)

listen I saw a post this morning and I blacked out and now we're here....enjoy the filth (aka oral m receiving and implied masturbation)

Tessa pulled off of him with a soft pop, looking up at him with saliva glistening on the corners of her mouth and eyes half-lidded. “Keep the ice on y’r hand, bubs.”

“Y-Y’re not makin’ it — easy,” Rhett replied, voice pitchy and breathless as she kissed at his pelvic bone.

She had the audacity to smile almost bashfully as she turned her face into his hip. Rhett really didn’t think he deserved this. Locked in the one-person bathroom, back pressed against the door with his jeans around his boots, his almost-girlfriend getting her knees dirtied and marked up just to please him. A thank-you, she called it as she dragged him into the bathroom.

Rhett didn’t need thanking for punching that guy in the face — three times. He put his hands where they didn’t belong and called Tessa things he should have prayed to God for forgiveness for. Should have prayed to Rhett for forgiveness for as he was dragged out of the Pit Bar by the back of his shirt. Rhett, with all that anger and fury bubbling beneath his skin, wanted to keep hitting him. Wanted to follow him out into the parking lot and make him apologize over and over until Rhett was satisfied.

But then Tessa put her hand around his wrist. Looked up at him with gratitude and fear in her eyes — and all thoughts of that asshole left his mind. She was the only thing that mattered. He was practically putty in her hold as she pulled him over to the bar and asked for a bag of ice for his already reddening knuckles.

Moldable and malleable and willing to do whatever she wanted. Even as she wrapped her lips around his leaking cock and took as much of him in her mouth as she could.

“Fu-uck, sunshine,” he breathed, the back of his head hitting the wooden door with an audible thunk.

The ice slipped from his red and aching knuckles again, but neither of them cared as it tumbled to the floor. A crunch and a splat on the busted tile. Not when he was slipping cold and wet fingers into her hair.

He sighed, “Too good t’me.” 

She hummed around him, hands digging into the meat of his thighs as she bobbed her head. Drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. It took nearly all of Rhett’s willpower to pick his head up from the door and look down at her. She looked beautiful — just like he thought she would. Even in the dim, nearly flickering light of that bathroom. Mouth full of his cock, no one elses, his. There were tears in her eyes when she looked up at him through those thick lashes. And he couldn’t help the soft groan and little buck of his hips, pushing him further into her mouth, that had her moaning and gagging around him.

“O-Oh, shit —” He gripped her hair a little tighter, forced her to keep still even as that surprisingly devilish tongue kept working him. “C’n I keep goin’, baby? So close…”

Tessa nodded as best she could. Relaxed her jaw even as her nails dug further into his flesh. Prepping herself for what was to come. Rhett, with all the gentleness he could muster while his cock ached for release, put his other hand on the side of her face. Then he began to rock gently into her mouth.

“So good, Tess, fuck — mouth feels so good.” 

He was babbling now and he didn’t even know it. Grunting and talking and praising as he worked his hips harder, faster. And Tessa just sat there and took it, moaning and gagging and tears streaming down her cheeks. He didn’t even notice the hand that had slipped beneath the skirt of her dress.

Not until his spine went rigid against the door and he was spilling into her mouth. And she swallowed it all dutifully — let him stay in her mouth until it hurt just enough for him to hiss and grin. 

“Oh, sunshine,” he whispered when he finally came back to himself and noticed what she was doing. 

Rocking into her own hand with her forehead rested on his hip.

“Just so good t’me,” she whimpered quietly.

The sound echoed in the bathroom quiet.

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[floydsmuse]

just picturing having a Bob Ross paint night with Rhett :,)

he gathers up all of the important supplies needed & sets you both up at a folding table in the living room. he manages to pull up YouTube on the tv & you two get right to work on your dreamy landscapes. it starts off smooth, but you & Rhett ultimately end up struggling to keep up with the pace of the tutorial & opt to go your own routes instead. you make a little competition out of it, seeing who’s picture would come out the best. at some point or another, paint ends up being thrown in your direction. it lands straight onto your cheek & ghosts over your lips, causing you to lose complete focus on your painting. you turn your attention over to Rhett & see that he’s got the biggest grin on his face. you don’t even hesitate to grab a handful of paint from your own palate & fling yourself at him, causing Rhett to fall off of his chair & straight onto the floor. you wipe the paint onto his face & drag a delicate finger along his pouty lips. you’re giggling like crazy, but not for long. Rhett takes the leap to flip you two over & crashes his lips onto yours, creating the craziest color combination known to man… :,)

#🫠 #want nothing more than this rn #i’ve had this thought in my head for weeks !! #rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott outer range #rhett abbott fanfic #rhett abbott fanfiction #lewis pullman #floydsmuse