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rhettswife · 2 years ago

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Rodeo Romeo

Rhett Abbott x female Tillerson reader

Life would be so much easier if you weren’t sneaking around with the son of your father's biggest rival- but what’s life without a little risk?

2.7k words Warnings: 18+, smut (unprotected piv sex, vaginal fingering, handjob, creampie, a singular spank), language, some angst and fluff, afab reader, otherwise reader isn’t really described Notes: I’m watching Outer Range again and I’m having impure thoughts, here’s the result. Again, I’m very new to this so any comments are appreciated!

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“And what’ll you be doing while we’re gone?” your oldest brother asks, sounding far too much like your mother for your liking. “I don’t know yet. I’ll probably go out for a ride, take Joni with me for a run” you answer, leaning down to ruffle the ears of the terrier that sits by your feet. Luke looks at you sceptically but before he can voice his concerns you both jump at a sudden noise- it’s Trevor leaning on the horn of his truck. “Luke, could you hurry the fuck up?” he shouts over Billy singing in the back seat. Luke sighs, irritation written all over his face. “Fine- just keep away from the Abbotts’ land and remember to look in on dad”

“Yes, I know, goodbye Luke,” don’t hurry back. As soon as the truck is heading down the drive you’re on your way to the stable, saddling up your horse and shooting Rhett a text. See you in 10? Seconds later you receive a reply. It’s just thumbs up, but that’s good enough for you.

When you reach the border fence between your family’s ranch and the Abbotts’ you spot Rhett in the distance. You’d know him anywhere, his silhouette and the way he sits in the saddle are so distinctive to you. You dismount, opening the gate for him to cross onto Tillerson land.

Joni goes racing across the pasture towards him, barking with excitement and snapping around the hooves of his horse when she reaches him. Your little guard dog tolerated your family- with the exception of Trevor who she openly despised- but was generally suspicious of other people. With Rhett, however, you supposed she could sense your trust, your affection for him. You got the feeling she might be the one to give away your secret one day. You get back in the saddle and meet him halfway.

“Where we heading today darlin’, up into the trees?” Rhett calls to you when he’s close enough.

“Actually, I was thinking we could go back to mine? My brothers are all out for the afternoon,” you suggest hopefully.

“Where are they, they won’t be home soon?”

“They’re out looking at new quadbikes or some bullshit, we’ve got a couple of hours”

He nods, “and what about your dad?”

“He’s always in his bedroom and we’ll be on the other side of the house, we’ll just have to be quiet”

“We?” he huffs a laugh, “it’s not me that has the problem with being quiet is it?”

You flush and your mouth drops open in indignation, but you shut it when you realise you have no comeback. He thinks for a moment. As much as he enjoys your secret trysts out in the wilderness, having you against a tree or in some long grass, the rare opportunity to have you in your own bed was too good to pass up.

“Lead the way then, sweetheart” he says, steering towards the house. “Race you?” you grin, already digging your heels into the sides of your horse. You can hear him laughing behind you as you break into a gallop across the pasture.

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Horses safely in the stables, you lead Rhett into the house as quietly as possible. “Be good and keep lookout,” you tell Joni, throwing her a treat to occupy her for a while. Then you grab Rhett’s hand, distracting him from staring up at the wall of taxidermy owls that he’s transfixed by every time he comes into the house and dragging him up the stairs to your room.

“Is your room the only one not full of stuffed animals?” he asks, taking off his hat and jacket and kicking off his boots. You laugh, closing the door. As you slide the lock into place you feel Rhett’s hands on your waist.

He turns you, one hand going to the back of your neck as he presses you against the door with his whole body and kisses you fiercely. Your hands fist in his shirt as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Moving both hands to your face, he angles your head to deepen the kiss, leaving you dizzy and clinging to him. When he finally breaks the kiss both of you are breathless. “Fucking missed you baby,” he whispers against your lips before he kisses you deeply again.

You start walking him backwards towards your bed, pulling his shirt out of his jeans, working on the buttons and pushing it off his broad shoulders. Breaking the kiss again, he pulls his undershirt over his head while you take off your own t-shirt and discard your boots. You laugh at the mess he’s made of his hair and run your hands through it, trying to smooth it down. He slides his hands down to your ass and grabs two handfuls, squeezing roughly and pulling you forward into his hips. With the way he’s pushing against you, you can feel he’s getting hard.

Your hands leave his hair to start on his belt buckle while he pops the button open on your jeans. That reveals the pink cotton and lace of the panties you’d chosen this morning- they matched your bra, and you put them on just after you texted him to suggest meeting up today. He runs his fingers over both appreciatively, staring hungrily at your body.

“These are pretty, you expecting someone special?”

“Just some bull rider I know”

“Mmm lucky guy,” he hums against your throat, baring his teeth and nipping at the soft skin. His breath against your neck makes you shiver. He runs his hands up your back to the clasp of your bra and hooks his chin over your shoulder to look at what he’s doing, scraping you with his stubble in the process. You run your fingers through his hair again, tugging on it when you reach the ends. You feel a groan rumble through his chest in response before your bra snaps open and he cups your chest in his rough hands, pressing wet kisses to your neck.

“Rhett, I need you” you gasp. He pulls away to take off his jeans while you do the same. You drag your panties down your legs and kick them away before Rhett can see you’ve already soaked through them. Pressing a hand to the middle of his chest you push him back to sit on your bed. He lifts his hips to take off his boxers before you straddle him.

“You feel like riding today, darlin’? Makes a change” he teases as he lies back underneath you.

You smirk- the joke you’re about to make is stupid and too easy but you can’t resist. “Well, cowboy, if I ride it’ll last longer than 8 seconds…”

His eyes widen as he registers what you’ve said. “Oh is that how it is, girl? Keep running your mouth like that, see what happens,” he warns playfully, landing a smack on your ass cheek. It stops your giggling with an embarrassingly loud moan and you pitch forward, causing you to grind against his half hard cock. Rhett’s breath stutters when you rub against him and he reaches out to touch you, feeling how soaked you are.

“Baby, you’re so wet- you been like this all day, thinking about me?” he asks with a half smile. “Please Rhett, don’t tease,” you whine as he runs two fingers along your pussy. Finally he finds your entrance with the tips of his fingers and pushes them into you- you sigh in relief. You can hear how wet you are as he moves his fingers in and out of you, reaching as deep as he can to prepare you for him, but you’re getting impatient.

You reach out to take his cock in your hand and his breath catches as you first squeeze then slowly pump him until he’s fully hard and starting to leak precum. Brushing your thumb over his head is clearly his breaking point, his hips twitching up towards you. “Want to be inside you- please, need it sweetheart,” his desperation makes you whine as your rise up on your knees and line him up against your cunt.

You’d foregone condoms a while ago when you’d realised this was more than messing around and had both admitted you hadn’t seen or even thought about anyone else for months. There’s the familiar sting when you sink down onto him, but it doesn't last long. You start to roll your hips and soon you’re both lost in each other. His hands are around your thighs and on your hips, squeezing and holding you in place and pulling you onto him. The only sounds in the room are your panting breaths and whimpers mixed with his answering rough moans and cursing, and underneath them the slick sounds of him fucking into you.

“Fuck…fuck…touch yourself for me girl, show me how you do it when I’m not here,” Rhett says through gritted teeth. You reach down between your legs, spreading wetness from where he’s buried inside you up to your clit. When you immediately clench around him, he’s pulling you down harder and lifting his hips to fuck up into you, hitting deeper than before. You brace yourself with a hand against his chest, one of his own holding it tightly to him- your heart flutters at the gesture.

“Feels so good Rhett- oh god,” you almost sob. Your thighs are burning but you’re seconds away from coming now. It takes over suddenly, then your body is moving automatically, almost frantically grinding your hips into his. Remembering your own warning from earlier, your hand leaves your pussy so you can bite down on your knuckle to silence your moans. When Rhett replaces your fingers with his against your clit the roughness of his hand compared to yours spurs your climax into a second wave, your eyes almost rolling back with the intensity of it. You’re breathless as you come down from the high, and through the ringing in your ears you hear Rhett groan “so pretty, so pretty when you come…”

You can only bounce weakly on him now, so he reaches behind you and rolls you onto your back. The angle is just as deep as before, and the feeling of his body pressing you into the mattress is bordering on divine. The sensitivity makes your legs shake but you lock them around him while he continues to push into you, your hands running across his muscular shoulders and around the back of his neck. It doesn’t take long before he starts to lose his rhythm, gasping “where do you want it? You have to tell me where…”

“Inside me, please Rhett, please,” you answer desperately. You feel the groan that tears through him in your own chest when he comes, his teeth digging into your shoulder and a hand fisted in the pillow above you with the other holds your thigh, keeping you trapped against him as you feel the flood of warmth and wetness inside you. He breathes heavily as he relaxes against you, both of you too boneless to move.

“Holy shit…” he finally says through a laugh, lifting his head to look at you. You laugh too and return his blissed out grin before you pull him down to kiss you slowly and meaningfully. He rests his forehead against yours while you run your fingers up and down his back soothingly.

Eventually, he pulls out of you gently and rolls off you. You stretch your legs, attempting to relieve some of the stiffness but your thighs are weak and aching. You turn your head to look at Rhett beside you- he’s already staring right at you- and he reaches out to take your hand, caging it against his chest like he had earlier.

It’s a moment of perfect peace, but nothing ever lasts. Joni starts to bark downstairs and you know that means she’s spotted Trevor’s truck coming up the drive. You curse, eyes wide- Rhett’s already up and pulling his clothes back on. You wrestle your jeans and t-shirt back on, then gather up Rhett’s jacket and hat. You can hear the truck’s engine now- luckily, your room is at the back of the house, closest to the stables.

“Window?” Rhett asks while he shrugs on his shirt. “Window,” you confirm, handing him his jacket. You open it for him and he swings one leg over the sill. You place his hat on his head and he turns back to you, knocking the brim up with one knuckle then pulling you down for one final kiss. “Mmm- you have to go” you urge against his mouth. A last peck on the lips and he drops down onto the low roof under your window- this isn’t the first time he’s escaped this way and it probably won’t be the last.

You watch him make his way towards the stables as the sound of Trevor’s truck gets closer. Finally tearing your eyes away from him you shut the window and cross the room to your mirror, fixing your hair and checking for any marks that might betray what you and Rhett had just done. Then you hear car doors slam, and as soon as the front door opens Luke is shouting for you.

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You compose yourself as best you can as you head down to see what your brother wants, even though your legs are still shaking. You descend halfway into the chaos where Luke is yelling your name from the bottom of the stairs, Billy is singing as loud as he possibly can in the kitchen, and Trevor is swearing about someone who’d cut him up in traffic. “What, what do you want?” you question Luke, eyebrows raised. Joni comes running past Luke’s legs to meet you, sitting by your feet proudly.

“Did I just see Rhett Abbott crossing our pasture?” Luke asks, face red with barely contained anger.

“Yeah, he was here, left about 5 minutes ago” you say casually.

“Mind telling me what the hell he was doing here?”

“Luke, will you relax? He was brining Joni home, she got under the border fence while I was out riding, she was on their land”

“That dog never leaves your side, why was she over there?”

“Well shit I don’t know Luke why don’t you ask her yourself? Are you done interrogating me?”, you snap angrily to cover your unconvincing lie, already walking back to your room with your loyal lookout at your heels. You slam the door and heave a deep sigh. Maybe one day you’d be able to give up this Romeo and Juliet routine, but for now it’s all you and Rhett have got.

Feeling the lingering stickiness between your thighs you decide to shower, but as you undress you realise you never put your underwear back on. You find your bra lying on the floor and look for your panties, thinking maybe you’d kicked them under your bed or dresser somehow. But when you’ve looked everywhere and can’t find them you know with absolute certainty that they’re in the back pocket of a certain cowboy’s jeans and you shouldn’t count on getting them back anytime soon. Shame, they were pretty.

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You text him later that evening.

Sorry about throwing you out, I really enjoyed earlier

You cringe at how inadequately that describes how you feel but you wanted to say something. In a few minutes you receive a reply.

It’s fine I get it

Me too baby

Always do

You smile, then remember your missing underwear.

You take a little souvenir with you?

He replies with a picture of your pink panties in his closed fist- you can see the veins in his hand and broad forearm and just the edge of his tattoo. You take a deep breath as you feel a familiar heat bloom between your legs. You already want him again so badly that you’re questioning whether it seemed too desperate to suggest meeting again tomorrow.

He texts again. Needed something to keep me going until next time. Fuck.

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rhettswife · 2 years ago

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Old Friends

Rhett Abbott x reader

You'd known the Abbotts all your life so you're happy to help Rhett out on the night of an unsuccessful rodeo, but being with your old friend again stirs up some feelings

2k words Warnings: alcohol (reader is a bartender and Rhett is a lil drunk), minor rodeo injuries, some language, apart from that it’s total fluff and a little bit suggestive in places, reader is also gender neutral and isn't described at all Notes: This is my first fic- who knew all it took to get me to write was a troubled cowboy? Turns out I don't know how to format dialogue though and coming up with an interesting title is really hard- I can only apologise. Anyway, hope you enjoy this offering, any comments would be very much appreciated!

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The bar was always busy on rodeo nights, but now the crowd was starting to thin as it got later. Behind the bar, you swayed gently to the music playing while you wiped glasses, passing the time until you could close up. You’d seen Rhett come in earlier, fresh from a bad ride that had cost him tonight’s competition- thrown by an unlucky bull, someone had told you- and he’d obviously been trying to drown his sorrows since with some other regulars. Now he’s alone and making his way towards you under the red glow of the lights.

“One more before you go, Rhett?”

“Another one of these” he replies, holding up an empty bottle. You take it from him but notice one side of his arm is red and grazed.

“That from tonight?” you ask, pointing to his injury.

“Landed badly, could’ve been worse”

You wince just thinking about it as you pop the cap off his beer and see that there’s a matching scrape along one side of his jaw where his arm hadn’t completely broken the fall. Then inevitably your eyes are following the smooth line of his jaw up to his ear where his hair curls. He snaps you out of your staring when he speaks.

“Thought you were helping your dad run the hardware store now”

“I am, but sometimes I pick up a shift here when it’s busy- like helping out friends when I can you know”

He smiles crookedly and mumbles “always were sweet like that”. You instantly feel your cheeks warm. Then another customer catches your attention so you reluctantly leave him to his beer, but he’s still smirking at you when you look back a minute later.

You’d known the Abbott boys for as long as you could remember- your mothers were friends from church- and you used to follow them around everywhere when you were kids. You liked being at the ranch, you liked all the open space compared to the apartment you lived in with your parents above their store, you liked the horses and drinking lemonade on their porch, and you liked fussing over Perry and Rhett when they got into fights with the Tillersons.

Thinking back, you’d probably had a crush on Rhett since high school but by then you weren’t as close, he was a year older than you and you had your own circles of friends, and he’d started riding bulls so he was never short of attention. Although those feelings had faded over time, Rhett had only got more handsome and you had to admit you’d been thinking about him again recently- what it’d be like to kiss him and feel his arms and chest under your hands and undo his showy belt buckle- but you figured he’d been oblivious to your teenage infatuation and now probably just thought of you as an old friend, some kid that he used to hang around with. Wiping down the bar top you slowly work your way back over to him.

“Better finish up your drink Rhett, we close in 30”

“Shit…I should be getting home”

Downing the last of his beer he picks his hat up off the bar and moves to leave, but as he stands he pitches sideways.

“You alright there? Had a few too many?”

“I can handle myself” he chuckles, but you’re unconvinced as you watch him clumsily searching through his jacket for the keys to his truck.

“Rhett you can’t drive home like this”

“I’m fine, done it plenty of times”

“Well you shouldn’t have”

While he continues to fumble through his pockets you consider your options- you could offer to drive him home but the Abbott ranch is miles away and you don’t much like the idea of driving back alone in the dark. Your next sentence escapes before you’re able to think too hard about it.

“Why don’t you stay at mine tonight, then you can drive home when you’re sober?”

He looks up, abandoning his search. “Really? You sure it’s no trouble?”

You shake your head. "It’s fine, I’m only down the street, you can get your truck in the morning"

“Still looking after me like when we were kids, huh?” he grins.

You roll your eyes, filling a glass of water to sober him up.

“Sit here and drink that while I close”

“Yes ma’am” he shoots after you as you start clearing tables.

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The walk back to yours is short, only a few minutes along Wabang’s main road and Rhett is only swaying a little, occasionally knocking shoulders with you while you talk about your families and the rodeo and reminisce about old memories. Eventually you reach the hardware store and you pause to search for your keys.

“You live up there alone now?” he asks, standing close enough that you can smell him and the beer on his breath.

“Yeah, since my parents got their place outside of town it seemed to make sense- saves time getting to work in the morning anyway” you joke lamely, opening the door and leading him upstairs.

“Make yourself at home” you tell him as you flick on the lamps, “sofa’s probably too small for you but should be ok for a night- take off your jacket, sit down, I’ll find you a blanket”

While you're gone he takes a moment to look around him, then picks up a photo from your bookcase- it’s one of you and your parents taken at the ranch when you were about 6 and missing teeth. He sits heavily on the couch and stretches his legs wide in front of him while he studies it.

“I remember this, Perry’s birthday, you and your folks came for a picnic”

Your arms now full of blankets and pillows, you smile as you come back to see what he’s looking at.

“Yeah that’s right, that was just before Perry told me I wasn’t grown up enough to play with you and made me cry”

“You know he only used to tease you like that because it was so easy to upset you, you always came back around though…you know, I always figured you were sweet on him”

You stop at that. So, he had been oblivious. You’re about to laugh it off, but something about tonight and being so comfortable with each other again makes you want to tell him the truth- what did you have to lose?

“Never had a crush on Perry”

“No?” he sounds surprised, “who then?”

You take a deep breath. “Actually Rhett, I was pretty sweet on you…maybe not when we were kids but definitely in high school”

He pauses, clearly considering your confession. “Really?”

“Mmmhmmm” you hum, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed and pretending to be busy unfolding the blanket you’d found for him. He’s quiet for a while, and you begin to think you shouldn’t have said anything before he speaks again.

“Well, I do remember when we were small…and I used to get into fights with the Tillersons…sometimes you used to uh, try and kiss me better”

Your head snaps up to see him staring at you with a lopsided smile and one arm stretched out along the back of the sofa.

“You reckon that’s still worth a try?” he says with more gravel in his voice than usual, gesturing to his rodeo injuries.

Your mouth hangs open before you laugh. “Are you asking me for a kiss goodnight, Rhett?”

“Maybe, if you wanted to- you do have a crush on me after all”

“I did have a crush on you, then your ego got in the way”

“That’s not a very kind thing to say to someone in pain…really hurts you know," he winces dramatically, "might help me sleep..."

You laugh again and try to ignore your heart hammering in your chest as you decide to play along. You move to stand between his wide spread knees.

“Fine…boots off first though, no shoes on the furniture” you say, kicking at his feet.

“Could you help with that? Feeling awfully tired all of a sudden”

The constant smirk on his face betrays how much fun he’s having playing with you but you don’t mind, in fact you’re enjoying this and you’re wondering just how far he’ll push it as you kneel in front of him. Once you’ve pulled his boots off though you look up to see him staring down at you, smile a little faded as you both realise the position you’re in. The air feels thicker, but you've come too far to back out now.

In a futile attempt to break the tension you ask, “where does it hurt?” He holds out his arm and doesn’t take his eyes off you as you cradle his solid forearm in both hands and place a soft kiss just next to his elbow, then another by his tattoo, then on his wrist. You meet his eyes as you press a kiss to the rough palm of his hand and watch him watching you, his mouth slightly open and his eyes half lidded.

With a shaky breath you ask “where else?”, even though you know, you just need a moment to prepare. He points at his jaw. “Just here”, he answers in a whisper. Just then you realise he’s still wearing his hat, so you reach up to gently take it off and place it on the back of the chair. Then, before you can lose your nerve, you rise up on your knees to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw. You hear his breath catch and he swallows as you pull back, trying not to look at his lips. “Better now?”

“All better." He runs a hand through his hair and smiles playfully again as some of the atmosphere you’ve created dissipates.

“Good…now go to sleep, some of us have work in the morning” you scold, getting up from between his knees and turning away to hide your heated cheeks.

“Yes ma’am” he teases again, swinging his legs up over the arm of the sofa. You laugh.

“Bathroom’s just up the hall, help yourself to water or anything you need…goodnight, Rhett”

“Goodnight sweetheart”

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In the morning, you’ve almost forgotten he’s there until you see his hat balanced on the back of the chair where you’d left it. Walking quietly along the hall you chance a look at Rhett while he sleeps, too tall for the sofa with his feet hanging over the end and boots neatly sat by him on the floor. You falter as you walk back towards the bathroom, remembering how his boots had gotten there and wondering how much of last night he’d really remember.

You’re brushing your teeth when you hear a hesitant knock on the bathroom door. After spitting out the last of the toothpaste, you swing it open to see Rhett, hat in hand and looking almost shy now the alcohol had worn off.

“Hey, just wanted to say thank you for last night before I left- real nice of you to look out for me like that”

“Not at all- like I said, I like helping out friends when I can”

He nods and you start to lead him out towards the door but suddenly you don’t want him to leave. Last night you’d enjoyed talking with him again, he was so familiar and you liked the look of him in your apartment now before the rest of the world was awake. You also couldn't stop thinking about the hitch in his breath when you pressed your lips to his jaw.

“Can I make you breakfast before you go?” you offer.

“No, I should be getting home, but it’s sweet of you to ask- you always were sweet like that though”

You hide your disappointment in a soft laugh before you open the door for him.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around then Rhett”

“Yeah, see you around sweetheart" he replies as he moves past you and puts on his hat, but he hesitates. “Actually, if you did want to see me again I’m riding this Saturday night, 7 o’clock...if you’re not busy it'd be nice to have you there"

You feel the heat in your cheeks and neck again, your heart beating against your ribs and something like butterflies. You shake your head, "no, no I’m not busy- I’d like that"

"Great, I'll see you then" he nods, satisfied. Then he grins, unable to resist adding "you never know, might be some more injuries that I’ll need you to attend to"

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rhettswife · 2 years ago

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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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Reconnect with Nature - Rhett Abbott

Words: 1.6k+ Type: Smut Summary: A friend from college gave you the advice to reconnect with nature whenever having a hard time with your art. So, you did, right at Abbott's ranch. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or bodytype]. SMUT {oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, hair pulling, and mentions of past sexual activities}.

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It all really started when you were looking for a place to camp. Your art hadn’t been the greatest lately and when you spoke to your college friends about it, they offered some advice. They said something about reconnecting with nature and how it usually helps them.

You were uninspired and unmotivated to such a degree that you took the opportunity right as your break in college began.

The thing is that you didn’t simply want to be on a camping ground. You wanted to really be in nature, alone, just like your friends told you they did.

It was one of your friends that helped you out on this mission by taking you to the town she grew up in. You were at a bar simply talking to her. It was still on your first night in town, and she explained how she had paid a nearby ranch to stay for just a few days on their property. She made it clear that she would stay away from their house enough for comfort, and they had indeed let her.

The farm belonged to none other than the Abbott family.

As you were driving to their property, you considered turning back around more than 10 times, but there was always something inside of you that told you to keep going.

In reality, you needed this. Your art needed this. You couldn’t just give up.

You made sure to not drive into their driveway, not wanting to seem too intrusive on your part. And as soon as you jumped out of your car and began to look for someone, you found Cecilia Abbott.

She was just unloading the back of her truck in front of the house and leaving the bags on her porch. You walked up to her carefully and began a conversation.

To say she was skeptical about the whole thing is an understatement, and you knew that as her eyes were on you and her short and direct answers were becoming more and more intimidating.

It was right as you mentioned all of your innocent intentions and, especially, the amount of cash you had with you, Cecilia seemed to ease up on you. You showed her your art, from when you were still inspired, and even the unfinished work almost as if as proof for your art block.

It took a good few minutes, but she let you stay. She gave you the opportunity of staying for as long as you needed but reminded you of the consequences whenever you do something you shouldn’t on their property. The list of restrictions wasn't too bad, most of them were for your safety. So, you couldn't find yourself being mad at that.

She called out for her son, Perry, to help you out moving over to the west pasture, and she mentioned how it was better if you moved there by horse than by car. She then offered you to leave your car in the driveway, just for it to be safe.

You met Perry and quickly noticed how nice he was. He helped you out with your stuff and took you over to the stables to get the two horses. And that is exactly when you met Rhett Abbott.

Perry was the one to do the justification and the storytelling when it comes to the reason why you’re with them. You’re not even sure, now, how much you stared at Rhett, but you know, deep down, that it was a lot.

It did surprise you when Rhett offered to take you instead. His brother had been working, after all, and he was doing nothing as of that moment. Perry agreed and left you with his brother.

The ride there was silent and nothing much really happened that day. Rhett offered you help to set up camp a bit too many times. Well, enough for you to not be able to say no to him. He helped you set up your tent, and you swore that it would be the last time you would see him.

Rhett visits you on a daily basis. Sometimes it's in the early mornings, other times only when the sun is setting. He comes over with food or water, which you always thanked with a smile, and that led to the times when you asked him to stay for a little longer. His horse would stay nearby always, eating some of the grass while you two stayed by the fire talking about anything.

Even a blind person could see the obvious attraction you two had for one another. The tone of your voice was always sweeter and more seductive with him, and his too. Your staring began to linger for longer. You'd focus on his broad shoulders and arms, while he would focus on your legs or chest, especially whenever you wore a tank top.

You’re not sure how it happened so suddenly, but by the time the fifth day came by, you two kissed. It didn’t lead to anything as it was morning, and he had to help out his dad with a fence nearby. But it did lead you two to continuously think about each other.

Now, as in today, the two of you have grown way too used to kissing. That same kissing has led to touching, which led to much, much more.

A moan escapes your mouth as you stare at the ceiling of your tent. Your fingers cling to Rhett’s hair at the sensation of his tongue in between your legs.

Your thighs are rested on his shoulders, and his hands are gripping onto your torso, holding you in place as his lips close around your clit. You whimper and cling onto his hair further at the feeling.

Your vacant hand grabs onto whatever is next to you, tightly gripping into some fabric as Rhett’s warm mouth moves downwards. His tongue licks your entrance flat and then comes back to your clit once more, tasting and savoring your wetness as your hips move weakly underneath his hold on you.

Rhett can feel your tights shaking near his head and that only encourages him more. His tongue moves over your clit side to side a few times before he sucks on it all over again. You helplessly move your hips at the pleasure and mewl.

He repeats his actions time and time again, eating you out as if you are his goddamn favorite meal. He thrives on hearing your moans and having your legs shake over his shoulders. Your legs threaten to close him between them and he could not care less. You’ve looked down at him throughout this whole thing, you’ve noticed how your juices have covered his chin and the tip of his nose, yet he has never come near to stopping.

Rhett holds you down forcefully whenever putting down more pressure on his tongue or sucking on your clit harder than before. He lets you pull on his hair and move him to where you exactly need him, all while he hears your sweet moans continue for the whole entirety of his touch.

He slides his tongue inside of you, lapping at your entrance every time he pulls it out, tasting and having more of you at each of his movements. He licks you clean and distributes your wetness all in one.

Rhett sometimes moves his mouth over to your thigh to breathe, making you feel his wet mouth. But he doesn't exactly stop. He lays onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh kisses and even sucks onto the skin, leaving marks all over them.

He knows you’re close to reaching your orgasm. You’re holding onto him tighter and your moving has gotten slightly worse. Rhett never slows down or goes any less forceful with you. He holds you down with ease and even moves his hands to have your legs apart to give him enough space. You don’t know how he never grows tired, but he doesn’t. His tongue never slows down or stops working on your pussy.

You moan his name, feeling your body getting closer and closer to your orgasm. He moves faster, and you know that you’re going to come in no time. He continues to hold you down, and you continue to cling to his hair. He groans onto your wet cunt at the feeling of his hard cock grinding on the floor through his jeans, and that is enough to finally take you to your limit.

You moan louder, and your hold on him gets tighter. Rhett lifts his hands from your torso to your legs, holding them open as he continues to stimulate you all throughout your orgasm. He can feel your muscles spasm and contract underneath his hands, but he doesn’t ever stop eating you out.

Only when your orgasm comes to an end, do you tiredly force his face away from between your thighs. He does as wanted and lays a kiss on your inner leg, looking up at you and meeting your eyes.

You sit up with your elbows behind you, holding yourself up, and you stare at him. Rhett’s kisses continue on your legs, sometimes changing to the other one, and you shiver from underneath him.

You lift one of your hands and your fingers work through the strands at the top of his head as he continues, making you sigh.

“I don’t think I can go again.” You let him know, making his eyes move up to meet yours

“That’s what you said last time.” He reminds you.

You two have been going at this for way too long, the sun has set hours ago. You whine at the feeling of his lips laying a kiss on your clit, and your hand on his hair pauses. He looks at you for approval, and you sigh before laying back down.

“Just this one more time.” You whisper at him.

Rhett smiles at the words you just muttered, recognizing them as the exact same ones you said on these last 3 times, and dives back in.

Your sweet noises soon make a comeback, and Rhett lets go of your legs to hold back onto your hips. He loves the way you move underneath him, and he has no plans in stopping this any time soon.

Hope you enjoyed this <3 If there's anything you'd like me to write for Rhett, even small smut/fluff blurbs: send them in!

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