#Rhett thigh appreciation

[cultivationtrash]

The man is 6'7", has thicc-ass thighs, and the desk is narrower than you might think.

[attapullman]

I just wanna sit in his lap and rub my pussy on his thigh 😭

WELCOME TO THE CLUB I'M MAKING TSHIRTS

[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

(Credit to @h0neyfire for the Rhett photos for the header (: )

Tagging a couple people I think might enjoy this <;3 @angelic-dreams13 @rhettabbotts <3

[sebsxphia]

soft thought for you: imagining the breakfast scene from the first ep of outer range but it’s you and rhett and your kids, a boy and a girl. you’re making sandwiches, your daughter’s telling her baby brother a story. rhett slept in because he had a late event bull riding the night before, and comes down all sleepy-eyed. just imagining him squeezing your daughter’s shoulders saying “how’re you doing?” in that cute voice, picking up your baby boy and making him squeal with laughter, stealing bacon from the table even though you said you’d have his breakfast ready in a minute. imagining him giving you a kiss on the back of your neck and then another on the top of your head to say good morning, getting you to sit down while he finishes with the sandwiches and the kids prep for school/church/etc. just… mornings with rhett 😍

ABBIE my HEART, PLEASE 🥺

this is exactly what i was thinking about when i was screaming about rhett in the breakfast scene with amy the other day. the kiss on the back of your neck and then another on the top of your head to say good morning? i got butterflies 🥺

it’s domestic chaos. your children are babbling on, the pan sizzling and the pot of coffee brewing. rhett comes down in his well fitted jeans and worn out t-shirt with a plaid jacket thrown over, ready for the physical working day.

your little girl is squealing and asking her daddy if he won last night, to which rhett bounces your little boy on his hip and eagerly declares, “yeah-huh! yes daddy did!” your little girl claps her hands excitedly and begs for her daddy to tell her everything, not before rhett can steal some of her bacon first.

“y’ let me have a piece and i’ll tell ya.” he asks, amusement in his voice and with a charming as ever smile. she’s a daddy’s girl through and through.

you turn around from the hob to watch the scene unfold with a bright smile on your face. when you met the rugged cowboy all those years back, you never thought you would see the day he would be a happy father in a well furnished, warm and loving home.

“mornin’, darlin’.” rhett mumbles against the bare skin of your neck after placing a soft kiss there. his large hands gently squeeze around your hips and ever so slightly pin you to the stove. “sit down, will you? i’ll finish.” his firm, but appreciative words are warm in your ear and you still get butterflies. he’s asking you to sit down and eat breakfast with your children, but your thighs still clench.

he takes your kids to school and nursery, throwing their lunch boxes and respective jackets in the truck and hauling them all in. it’s a fast blur every morning, yet somehow, you always remember them when he’s gone.

eeeek thank you so much for this totally sweet and soft thought my love! 💌

[rhettabbotts]

oh my god... shelbs... I desperately need ❛  your cock is so delicious.  ❜ with rhett please!! 😵‍💫

pairing: rhett abbott x afab!reader

summary: rhett comes in for a little afternoon delight.

warnings: 18+ only. smut. blowjob in the middle of the day. cock worshipping i guess?. rhett wears the hell out of a pair of wranglers. slight face fucking.

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The Wyoming sun was unforgiving today. The early summer heat drifted through the open windows, creating a sticky atmosphere. Your air conditioner was out - yet again - and the box fans only did so much.

You were dressed in nothing but a short sundress that hit mid-thigh, foregoing a bra and underwear. It was too hot. Even your dress was causing your skin to itch uncomfortably. You could only imagine how Rhett was doing out in the pasture.

They were branding the newest additions to the herd. It was nearly lunch time and they had yet to ride in so you assumed they were having some difficulty. Just as that thought crossed your mind you saw your husband barreling towards the house on Butterscotch.

His strong arms were on display, a layer of sweat adorned his body. The flannel he left in this morning was long forgotten. The white wifebeater was soaked and you knew by the flush on his cheeks he was overheating. Good thing you finished your batch of fresh lemonade.

He kicked his dusty boots off outside the door - good boy, you wanted to praise - and he came in huffing and grunting. Mumbling out sentences that you could barely understand.

“Why is it so fucking hot in here?” He grumbled, nearly knocking you over to reach the sink to splash some cold water on his face.

“The A/C went out. Again. I called the guy and he said it’d be at least Tuesday before he could come out and fix it,” you responded, busying yourself with making his sandwich.

You heard a low whistle from behind you and then callused hands pull at your waist. A warm, lithe body pressed into yours and you smiled to yourself. He finally noticed the dress.

“That just means cold showers and sleeping naked for the next few days,” Rhett teased in your ear. His hands, now cool from the water, brushed the tops of your thighs which elicited a breathy gasp from you. How he could make your knees wobbly with one touch, you’d never understand.

“Aren’t you just the luckiest man alive then?” You retorted. That response earned you a light slap to your skin.

“You gonna eat with me?”

“Not hungry for a sandwich,” you said, turning in Rhett’s arms and pushing him backwards until he hit the edge of the counter. “Hungry for somethin’ else.”

Your hands wandered the length of his torso, stomach clenching when you felt the soft abdominal muscles twitch against your fingers. His breathing was already labored. He would chalk it up to the heat but you knew better.

You descended to the floor until the hardwood scraped against your knees, causing an uncomfortable pressure. Not that you minded. You had business to attend to.

You nuzzled against the rough denim that covered his cock, fingers fumbling with the belt buckle. Rhett’s jeans already fit him snug but the zipper was straining by the time you released the belt.

“Want to taste you, Rhett. Wanna show you how much I appreciate you,” you pleaded, looking up at your husband from under your lashes. You mouthed at him through the material, dragging the zipper down with your teeth. Rhett groaned and his hands gripped the granite countertop, knuckles turning white. 

“Fuck, baby. Go on, get a taste.”

You hastily pulled his Wranglers and boxers down, mouth attaching to the already leaking head. You suckled on the tip, laving at the salty precum. Rhett’s eyes had rolled back into his skull, one hand settling on the back of your head. He wasn’t pushing you but more so anchoring himself. 

You took more of him past your lips, circling the shaft with your tongue. His soft whimpers only encouraged you to take more until he nudged the back of your throat. You pulled away, a trail of spit following your wake. 

“Your cock is so delicious, Rhett,” you purred, kissing up and down the length. You followed along the vein that ran along the underside of his cock. It always made Rhett keen whenever you paid attention to it. “S’pretty.”

“C’mon, honey. I ain’t got all day,” Rhett commanded, his voice rough with desire.

“Take what you want,” you said, giving him a look that said everything you wanted. 

He placed both hands on your head, pushing you until your nose was burrowed in the hair that framed his member. Rhett thrust into your mouth shallowly, trying not to overwhelm you too much but your eyes were begging for more. It was quick and messy. Drool pooled out of the corners of your mouth and dribbled down your chin. Light gags mixed with Rhett’s grunts filled the kitchen. 

“My pretty little wife, down on her knees for me taking me so well. You just love my cock that much, don’t you?”

Your response was muffled and Rhett chuckled. Once you hollowed your cheeks, however, he knew he was done for. A few more shallow thrusts and he was coming down your throat, taking him to the hilt to swallow around him.

Rhett’s chest heaved as you pulled away again. You knew you looked a mess but you didn’t care. You grinned up at him salaciously, feeling satisfied. The moment was short-lived, unfortunately, because you could hear the other boys yelling for Rhett. He cursed under his breath as he pulled his jeans up, tucking himself in and slicking his hair back. 

“I’ll return the favor tonight. Promise,” Rhett said as he placed a small peck on your wet lips. He took a few quick bites off his sandwich and swallowed down a glass of cold lemonade. “Love you, girl. Don’t overheat in here.”

“Be careful out there, baby.” You wrapped him into a tight hug, not wanting him to go back outside. 

“Always, honey,” he responded, kissing your forehead before retreating out the door. He threw you a wink over his shoulder before riding off to work. 

Your phone vibrated with an incoming text and you giggled when you saw it was from your cowboy. 

“Thanks for the afternoon pick-me-up. Just wait until I get home.”

[crinkled-emotions]

Day 15: Meeting the parents (and it goes... badly)

We are seven days late to the party but who cares? Fuck it!

Ship: Floydsin

Warnings: n/a?

Following the same "Rhett and Bob are twins storyline"

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“You kiss your mom with that mouth, Bobby?”

“I can think of a couple other things I could kiss-“

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

The doorbell echoed into the living room, interrupting the playful banter. Bob groaned, patting Hangman’s thigh to untangle them.

“Let me up, I’m hoping it’s my Amazon order.”

“But- Mario Kart? I might actually win this time.”

Bob rolled his eyes, planting a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.

“I appreciate the enthusiasm but I don’t think that’s ever gonna happen.”

“But- ow?”

Bob jogged into the hallway when the doorbell rang again, checking the camera. His eyebrows raised.

“What the fuck?”

“Everythin’ alright?”

Jake rounded the corner to join him in the doorway but Bob put his hands on his chest, gesturing for him to go upstairs.

“My parents are here. Go upstairs.”

Jake protested, eyes darting over Bob’s face to figure out what was going on. His eyebrows furrowed and he eventually went upstairs. The doorbell rang a third time and Bob took a deep breath before opening the door.

“Mom... dad?”

-

Bob watched his parents come through the front door, eyes wide as they took a look around his house.

“I thought you guys were in Colorado lookin’ for Perry?”

His mom gently tapped his cheek as she walked through with her suitcase, his father looking around.

“Flights got cancelled back to Montana so we rebooked to come see you.”

“Of course you did.”

“What a... large place, Robert. Do you have a roommate?”

Bob took a deep breath. Then, he saw the loophole.

“Oh- uh, yeah. Jake’s upstairs, he just came home from a workout so he’s in the shower.”

Upstairs, the water started running. Bob breathed a sigh of relief- he could count on Jake to eavesdrop at any given opportunity.

“Well; are you going to give us the tour?”

“Oh, yeah! Uh, this is the living room...”

He led them around the ground floor of his house, showing them the bathroom and kitchen as well as the tiny room he used as an office. When they went to go upstairs he held out a finger to them.

“I’m just gonna see where Jake is; I don’t want to put him out.”

“Of course,” his father agreed. Bob turned and fled up the stairs, running into Jake in the hallway. He was only just leaving the bathroom, only wearing the towel around his hips and his hair was damp.

“They think you’re my roommate,” Bob filled him in, “grab some of my clothes and go into the spare room. I’ll knock in a minute.”

Jake’s brows furrowed together and he leaned in to squeeze Bob’s arm.

“Are you... out?” He whispered. Bob shook his head.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Just... go along with me, okay?”

With a quick glance over his shoulder he pressed a chaste kiss to his boyfriend’s lips then ducked into his room to tidy up. Jake grabbed a change of clothes from the dresser, thankful he’d started leaving things behind months ago. Bob quickly fixed his sheets, tossing the comforter back on as an afterthought, then tossed anything suggesting sexual activity into the nightstand drawer which he could lock. As a final thought, he grabbed Jake’s phone charger from the other side of the bed and put it into a dresser drawer- he’d give it back to him later. Finally, he went back to the base of the stairs.

“He’s just gettin’ dressed, he’ll be ready in a minute. Uh, so, this is my room...”

Bob opened his bedroom door to his parents who took a look around. His mom turned to him, frowning.

“It’s very... plain.”

“It’s base housing, mom, we’re typically not here very long or very often.”

He kept the fact he was going to be here for the next five years to himself; he’d already put in an offer on a house about half an hour from base. Jake wasn’t ready to go in on it with him but he was supportive of the offer.

“Of course,” she hummed. Hangman took that moment to appear, flicking his hair out before leaning on the doorway.

“Heard there were some visitors I had to come and see. Mr and Mrs Floyd, it’s so great to finally meet you.”

“Mr and Mrs Abbott, actually. And you are...?”

“Lieutenant Jake Seresin, sir. I work with Bobby.”

Jake’s eyes subtly darted to Bob, but he quickly turned on the thousand-watt smile everyone loved to shake his parents’ hands. Bob’s mother looked between them, clearing her throat.

“Rhett couldn’t come; he and Hadley are in Australia for a month.”

“Smart,” Bob muttered under his breath.

“Bobby?”

Bob’s father had finally come back to his senses, gaze darting between the two men. Jake sent Bob an apologetic look, clearing his throat.

“Your son’s the youngest on our team; our teammate Rooster gave him the nickname. It’s kinda a rite of passage with us.”

“And what’s your nickname?”

“Bagman,” Bob blurted out, unwilling to give up the nickname he called Jake when no one else was around, “his callsign is Hangman so we usually have variations. We call Rooster Roo a majority of the time.”

He knew how much Jake hated that nickname when it wasn’t used in a jovial context by himself or Phoenix, but it was the first thing that came to mind. He watched Jake’s green eyes sadden and he gently rapped his knuckles on the door frame.

“So, y’all are in luck; me and Bobb- uh, Robert- can share his room if y’all want to stay here. Hotels are expensive, it’s not worth it and the sofa isn’t exactly comfortable. My room is clean, please feel free to use it.”

“Thanks, Jake, but uh-“

“-that would be great, thank you Jake.”

Mrs Abbott cut Bob off, glancing over her shoulder at her husband.

“Royal, could you go get the cases?”

“Let me.”

Jake sent one last look at Bob before going downstairs with Royal. Bob’s mother rounded on him.

“It’s been ten years and you haven’t even given me a hug,” she said. Bob winced.

“M’sorry, mama. C’mere.”

He pulled her into a hug, shoulders relaxing.

“I’m sorry you had to find out about Perry and Amy through Rhett,” she whispered. He cleared his throat.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Of course you don’t.”

She stepped away, glancing over her shoulder when she heard footsteps coming back upstairs.

-

The rest of the day was awkward, dinner even more so. Usually Jake and Bob sat together and talked about their days, but they sat at opposite ends of the table and mostly kept the conversation to the ranch or work queries. Bob’s mother was eager to meet Maverick but Bob told her he and Rooster were on a road trip; it was a long story and it wasn’t his to tell. By the time nine pm rolled around Bob was looking forward to going to bed and his parents politely excused themselves to Jake’s room to go to bed. Once the door closed upstairs Jake rounded on Bob.

“What the fuck is goin’ on?”

“What do you mean?”

They moved into the kitchen to fall into their usual nightly dishes routine; Bob rinsed the dishes then handed them to Jake to put into the dishwasher. With the noise coming from that they could talk without worrying about being overheard.

“You’re not out to your parents?”

“Are you?” Bob snapped. Jake sighed.

“That’s not what we’re talkin’ about. Bobby... your parents don’t even share a last name with you- and Mav and Roos are on a roadtrip? Maybe out to Mav’s place but they’d be back by now.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You told Phoenix, why can’t you tell me?”

Bob whirled around, eyes wide.

“How do you know I told Phoenix?”

“When Rhett and Hadley were here she told me to stay close because she was worried about you. I got the hint.”

Bob hummed.

“Right. Sure.”

Jake wiped his hands on the nearest dishtowel and approached him, hands going to Bob’s hips.

“Look,” he whispered, “I can tell this is stressing you out, and you don’t have to tell me if it’s going to make it worse. All I want to do is know what I can do to help.”

Bob checked over Jake’s shoulder for any hints his parents were coming downstairs before he stepped into Jake’s arms, placing his forehead on his shoulder.

“I have no idea why they thought it was a good idea to show up on my doorstep after ten years, and I don’t know that I want them here, but... I have to try, right? I’m the black sheep and that’s saying a lot because Rhett has always been a close second.”

“If you don’t want to try there is nothing wrong with that. Say the word and I’ll pay for their tickets back to Montana.”

Bob smiled into Jake’s shirt, turning to press a kiss to his neck.

“I know.”

Jake squeezed his back, gesturing to the dishes.

“C’mon, let’s finish up and go to bed.”

-

Jake stirred to their alarm going off at six, glancing over to find Bob already up and dressed.

“Oh, c’mon. No good morning kiss?” He deadpanned. Bob rolled his eyes, crouching by the bed to do as requested.

“M’goin’ to talk to Tasha. I’ll see you at work.”

“Hey.”

Jake shifted, catching Bob’s hand at the last second.

“I love you.”

That made the wizzo soften and he brushed a hand over his boyfriend’s back.

“Love you too. Brush your teeth, you were snoring last night.”

“You were talkin!”

The pair separated, laughing as Bob left the room and Jake started his morning routine.

Mrs Abbott was in the kitchen when Jake made his way downstairs dressed for base, making him pause.

“Good mornin’, ma’am,” he said tentatively. She glanced over her shoulder, sipping on her coffee.

“Good morning, Jake- please, call me Cece.”

“Okay... Cece. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you. Still on ranch time, I guess. Has Bob already left?”

“Yeah, he was going to meet his pilot for a meeting.”

He made his way over to the coffee machine, starting it before ducking into the fridge to find the cream cheese for his bagel. Cece watched him for a moment, quiet.

“Where are you from, Jake?” She asked.

“Texas, born and raised.”

“Can I ask when you last spoke to your family?”

Jake frowned.

“It would be almost fifteen years. They weren’t supportive growing up and that continued when I told them what I wanted to do career wise. They thought I should have stayed on the ranch.”

“I always thought Robert would leave. He didn’t like that life.”

“He fits in here; ma’am, your son is one of the best wizzos I have ever seen.”

“I appreciate that.”

They stood in silence while Jake waited for his bagel to pop up from the toaster. When it finally did he smothered it in cream cheese and checked the time on his phone.

“Damn, I’m gonna be late. Uh- look, I’m gonna leave my house key on the entryway table, please feel free to come and go as y’all please.”

He grabbed the bagel and chewed it as he headed for the door, grabbing his truck keys and slipping out the front door.

-

Bob flopped into his seat beside Phoenix in the classroom and she passed over his coffee, nudging his side.

“Thanks for telling me all that this morning. If you need anything let me know, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Hangman chose that moment to stride into the classroom, cocky smile at the ready. He easily slid into his seat, flicking his notebook open. Coyote nudged him and they put their heads together, whispering for a moment before Maverick came into the room with the rest of the Daggers. He went to start his lecture but he paused when he saw Jake and Bob.

“Oh no; trouble in paradise?”

“No sir,” they both called back. Maverick shrugged.

“Alright then. Today we’re going to be doing flight simulations...”

The team settled in for the rest of the day, everything else to the back of their minds. Bob glanced over at Hangman briefly but when he didn’t get eye contact he put his head down and focused on taking notes.

“Did you two break up?”

“Rooster, you’re the last person I’d tell if that was the case.”

Rooster frowned as he jogged to catch up with Hangman, falling into step with him.

“C’mon, man, what’s going on?”

Hangman glanced around, before he leaned into Rooster.

“He called me Bagman.”

“He... always calls you Bagman?”

“It was the way he said it, Rooster, in front of his folks.”

“Y’know, I don’t think I’m the one to be offering any kind of advice regarding parents considering mine are not on Earth, but uh... have you talked to Bob about it?”

“Can’t,” Jake frowned, teeth clenched, “his parents are staying with him and he’s... it’s complicated.”

“I know,” Rooster reassured, “and I get it, trust me I do.”

Hangman shook his head, gesturing to the locker room they were coming up to.

“Gonna take a leak, go see what the others are doing.”

Rooster kept going and Hangman stepped into the locker room, heading for his locker. As he opened it he heard footsteps and whirled around only to come face to face with his boyfriend.

“Hey.”

“Hi... look, about yesterday-“

“-it’s... fine.”

“It’s not, and I’m sorry.”

Jake hummed.

“It was shitty. You know I don’t mind you saying it but I don’t like it used as an insult against me, especially not from you.”

Bob cleared his throat.

“I’m scared... to tell them.”

“I wouldn’t ever pressure you, especially if you feel like you’re not safe. Just remember that you haven’t talked to them in ten years. A lot can change in that time.”

Bob ran a hand through his hair, then pulled his boyfriend into a hug.

“I want to tell them all about you, please believe me when I say that.”

“I do.”

-

Coming home separately was strange and it really put Jake out. He had his own base housing but if he was honest with himself he spent more time at Bob’s. It was just where they were happiest and they often drove to and from work together. Pulling into the driveway he spotted Bob’s truck already parked and headed inside. His parents were sitting on the couch, looking at some document, and Bob was standing by the entrance to the living room with his arms crossed.

“Mom, dad, I told you, I can’t leave work to find Amy with you. I have to be here.”

“She has to be somewhere, Robert, she can’t just disappear! We came here because we hoped you would come to your senses and help your family-“

Bob sucked in a breath and Jake saw a blush cover his cheeks.

“You left us high and dry once; the least you could do is help us find your niece, or come home and help me with the ranch.”

Jake’s eyes darted to Bob, who sniffed at his father’s harsh words. Finally, Jake had had enough.

“Alright, y’all need to get some fuckin’ perspective,” he started. Bob looked to him in alarm but Mr Abbott was already standing.

“What did you just say to me?”

“You don’t talk to your son for ten years and then show up because you need him for something? You know he almost died last year, right?”

“This is a family matter, Mr Seresin; I suggest you leave us to it.”

“Mr Abbott, all due respect, I am family. I’m Bobby’s family.”

“The Navy teach you that? You go on a mission together and then you’re family, or were you so desperate for a family that you-“

“-enough!”

Bob stepped in front of Jake, glancing over his shoulder to check on him before he gestured to the door.

“Go and get your shit, I’ll pay for your hotel room tonight.”

Jake felt his stomach sink, but Bob was staring directly at his parents.

“I didn’t even invite you here, and I don’t remember you guys ever asking me if I was alright.”

“Robert-“

“-it’s Bob! It’s Bob, or Bobby, or Baby on Board. I can’t remember the last time I introduced myself as Robert. God, will you just get lost already?”

“I won’t take you talking to me like this-“

Cece put her hand on her husband’s, meeting his eyes.

“We should go. Robert- Bob- he’s happy here.”

“He should have never left in the first place,” Mr Abbott complained. Jake opened the front door.

“You have thirty seconds to go upstairs and gather your shit, Mr Abbott,” he warned, “before I throw it on the lawn and call the cops for trespassing.”

“You can’t do that!” Mr Abbott exclaimed. Bob reached behind himself and pulled Jake into his back.

“Actually, he can, and I want him to.”

“Bobby-“

“-no. I want you here.”

Jake’s eyes were soft when they glanced toward Bob, but he seemed to switch into more of his Hangman persona when he flicked back to Bob’s parents.

“Think y’all should be goin’ now.”

Mr Abbott headed upstairs to get the suitcases and Cece quietly headed to grab the car keys for their rental. She didn’t say a word to Bob or Jake as she passed, head down. Jake kept his hand on Bob’s back, standing behind him in solidarity.

“Well,” he muttered quietly, “that was fucked up.”

“Shush,” Bob hissed, elbowing him in the ribs. He grabbed his wallet and pulled out a couple bills, nudging Jake.

“I’ll be right back, just gonna give them some cash and make sure their flights are booked.”

He opened another drawer and pulled out an envelope, making Jake’s eyebrows raise.

“Do you have cash everywhere?”

“Uh, yeah? I like to keep cash, just in case.”

“Nerd.”

Bob rolled his eyes but he pressed a kiss to Jake’s temple before he went outside.

-

With both Bob’s parents finally gone the couple reunited in the living room, flopping on to the couch in the early evening sunset. Bob pulled Jake’s legs into his lap, massaging his calves.

“You didn’t have to stand up for me, but I appreciate it. No one’s stood up for me to them before.”

“I’m sorry I-“

“-don’t apologise. We’re okay. I love you.”

Jake reached out, taking his hand.

“Rematch? We never finished our game yesterday.”

“Yeah, okay. C’mon, let’s do it... JJ.”

-

[aslanxkilic]

If Aslan was going to spend the first night on the island with anyone, he couldn't imagine it being with anyone better than Rhett. Part of him hoped it would come to this when he asked the other to meet him at the luau, that they would just naturally find their way here. He wasn't expecting it to happen quite so quickly or ferociously, but who was he to complain? He was getting exactly what he wanted, the beautiful blonde alone in his cabin with no one else around to pry or judge. Here, in privacy, he could have everything he wanted. And he could give Rhett everything he wanted in return. Aslan just hoped the blonde craved all of this as badly as he did, that this wasn't just part of his job, that he wasn't just going through the motions...

No.

He wasn't going to think like that tonight. Not when he had Rhett on his lap, pressing his hips so close to his own, running his hands down his chest, his stomach. Their lips crashed again and Aslan splayed his palms and fingers across Rhett's back while his tongue danced with his. Feeling those hips roll, he groaned as well, pressing his own hips up to add to the pressure. They will still far too dressed for his liking. He wanted more skin, more sounds, more of Rhett. So he lifted him again, arms tight around his body, and flipped him over onto the bed. Now on top of him, Aslan moved his hands around to address Rhett's bottoms, hooking his fingers into his waistband to tug them down below his ass and over his thighs. To get rid of them entirely, he had to step back, and so he did very reluctantly.

Standing at the foot of the bed, breathing heavy, he swept his blue eyes eagerly down the other's body. "You're so beautiful." He told him, making quick work of his own trunks with none of the apprehension he had in public. Completely naked, he climbed over Rhett again, slowing down the pace for a moment so he could appreciate him. Both hands on his knees, up his thighs, urging his legs apart. He moved them over his hips and up his sides, the back down his arms to his hands, guiding them up above the blonde's head against the bed. When their lips met again, so did their bodies. Aslan left Rhett's hands there to do with what he pleased while one of his own felt for the boy's thigh to pull his leg up against his side. His other arm braced against the bed to keep himself steady without putting all of his weight down. But where he did add pressure was in his hips, rolling them down, slow and grinding against Rhett's with a delicious moan.

He grinned against Aslan's neck at the man's comment. Rhett realized that he was definitely distracting him but he couldn't help it. He had been wanting to put his lips all over the man for months now. Luckily for the both of them, however, Aslan managed to get to the door open and they were both inside within a few moments. His blue eyes shifted around the cabin and while there were boxes all around, he could see still how incredibly nice the client's homes were compared to the staffs. Not that it was a surprise. They paid for it, they deserved it after all. Rhett was just honored to be able to be there with Aslan at the moment. The chef could have chosen to take any other man home tonight and he chose him of all people? Baffling, really...

Rhett could feel the butterflies beginning to flitter around inside his stomach as the man brought him over towards the bedroom and sat down on the bed. The blond happily straddled the larger man, keeping his hips tight against the other. He did pull his torso back to allow the other the room to discard his shirt and Rhett couldn't help but take in the sight of the man before him. He was a fucking Greek God. That embarrassing flush of Rhett's quickly crossed his cheeks as Aslan pushed his own shirt up. Quickly, he pulled it off and tossed it aside as well before he collided his lips one again with the client.

His tongue slid between Aslan's lips as his hands dragged down his muscled body, taking in every part of him. Being able to do that had been something Rhett had been craving for so long now. His hips rolled against Aslan's, groaning softly against his lips. Rhett wanted to feel more of the man beneath him. He wanted to hear him. He wanted everything.

[bradshawsbaby]

love in the air at the county fair

pairing: rhett abbott x childhood friend->girlfriend!reader

author’s note: wrote this one based on this anonymous prompt. it’s also a continuation of to the nines!

special thanks to @luminousnotmatter, @whisperofsong, and @therebeccaw for giving me such confidence to continue writing these rhett stories! ♥️

warnings: very brief allusion to underage drinking, lots of fluffy fluff

You had been going to the Amelia County Fair practically your entire life. Maybe it actually had been your entire life, considering your mama was pregnant with you the year your daddy won a blue ribbon in the pie-eating contest.

You’d been going to the fair with Rhett Abbott for nearly as long—from the time you were babies, and your mothers would plop you in the wagon together, all the way through high school, when you and Rhett and the rest of your friends would sneak off drinking where you thought no one would catch you. Even now that you were both adults, you and Rhett always went to the fair together, usually so you could cheer him on at the rodeo.

But this year was different.

This fair was different.

Because this year, you and Rhett weren’t going to the fair as friends. No, he’d made that perfectly clear when he asked you at your college roommate’s wedding.

This year, for the first time ever, it was a date.

This year, instead of breezy banter and an easy sense of familiarity borne of years by each other’s sides, there were shy glances and rosy cheeks and nervous laughter. Instead of friendly nudges and hugs and pats on the back, there were tentative brushes of fingers and arms, thighs just barely touching as you sat beside one another on a ride, skin skimming against skin and causing a burst of goosebumps to rise even in the middle of the August heat.

You had never been so damn nervous in your entire life.

Your parents had been teasing you all morning about your “big date with the Abbott boy.” Your poor mama had even gotten caught in the crosshairs of the tornado that was you trying to decide on an outfit for the fair.

In the past, you’d always kept it simple with a pair of jeans and a tank top. But this was a date. A date with Rhett. You had to wear something nice. But what if it was too nice? Would Rhett think you were trying too hard? Oh, but he wouldn’t think that, right? He was the one who had asked you out. Obviously he liked you just as much as you liked him. Right?

In the end, you decided on a pretty blue sundress that you most definitely hadn’t purchased just because it had reminded you of the color of Rhett’s eyes. With that and a pair of cowboy boots, you figured you were sufficiently dressed for the occasion.

Rhett seemed to think so anyway.

When you opened your front door to find him standing on the porch with a small bouquet of daisies in hand, his eyes, which paired so perfectly with your dress, widened a fraction as he gazed from your head down to your toes.

“Wow,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he continued to clutch the flowers with the other. “You look…wow.”

You felt your cheeks grow warm as you smiled, heart hammering as you suddenly realized you had no idea what to do with your arms. “You look pretty wow yourself,” you told him, glancing appreciatively at the figure he cut in his cowboy hat, jeans, boots, and a button down shirt you had a sneaking suspicion Cecilia had ironed for him.

Rhett opened his mouth as if to say something, then suddenly thrust the bouquet of daisies at you. “For you,” he stammered, his cheeks turning a shade of pink you found particularly endearing.

“Thanks, Rhett,” you grinned, accepting them gratefully and pressing them to your nose. “They’re beautiful.”

Rhett came inside for a moment so you could put the flowers in some water, talking respectfully to your parents in the kitchen. He’d known your mama and daddy his whole life, just as you had known his, but you sensed a new formality in his tone, especially when he was talking to your father, that made you smile to yourself.

By the time you were finally sitting in the passenger seat of Rhett’s truck, trundling down the stretch of road that led to the county fair, you were feeling mildly anxious, but also excited about what the day would hold.

You always had a good time whenever you were with Rhett, but he went out of his way on this day to make you feel particularly special. From taking you to see the baby lambs that he knew you loved to coo over, to ordering you your favorite ice cream with extra sprinkles, just the way you liked it, to winning you a sweet little teddy bear at the shooting range, you could tell he was doing everything in his power to make sure you had a great day.

“Are you having fun?” he asked on more than one occasion. Knowing him as long and as well as you did, you could sense the small thread of anxiety in his voice.

“Rhett, I’m having a terrific time,” you assured him, resting a gentle hand on his arm.

The day was a blur of absolute wonder. You could remember blushing when Rhett put his arm around you on the Ferris wheel, certain that he would be able to feel your heart pounding like wild horses in your chest as you leaned against him. You recalled feeling like a silly schoolgirl when your fingers brushed against one another’s in your bucket of kettle corn, the two of you laughing in shy embarrassment. You were certain that the hours had passed more like minutes as you and Rhett sat together in an open field, talking about anything and everything.

Now evening had fallen, and you and Rhett were strolling away from the crowd, in the direction of the bullpen for the rodeo where Rhett would be riding tomorrow. As you walked, your teddy bear tucked securely under one arm, your free hand lightly brushed against Rhett’s calloused fingers. You bit your lip, hoping he would take the hint, and sure enough, you were rewarded with the feel of his large, warm fingers closing over yours.

Neither of you said anything as you walked hand in hand, Rhett’s thumb lightly caressing your skin.

When you finally came to a stop near the ring, you glanced upward and found Rhett’s blue eyes already fixed on you. Your heart jumped into your throat instantly. Rhett’s gaze was focused, intense. Kind of like when he was riding. But then and there, in that moment, all his focus was directed at you.

“You gonna come watch me ride tomorrow?” he asked, his voice low and rumbling in his chest.

“Of course,” you nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Have I ever missed you ride?” you teased.

His expression was serious as he continued to look into your eyes. “No, never. You’re always there,” he said quietly. “You’re always there for me.”

“And I always will be,” you told him, your pulse quickening in your veins and your palms suddenly growing slick. You hoped Rhett didn’t notice.

Rhett breathed out your name in a way that had your knees turning to pudding, your lips parting slightly as your breathing became more uneven. His hand was suddenly on your waist, guiding you so that your back was pressed against the iron railings of the fence. His eyes had never left your face, not once.

“Rhett,” you whispered in response, the word like a desperate plea and an invitation all in one.

Tipping his hat back, Rhett leaned in close, his lips hovering above yours for just a moment as he looked into your eyes to gauge your reaction. He must have seen the go-ahead shining there, because in an instant, his mouth was descending upon yours.

Your first kiss with Rhett Abbott was everything you could have hoped for and more.

It started out slow and sweet, tender as your lips moved together in tandem, gently tasting each other and growing accustomed to the other’s needs. And then it was like a coil suddenly snapped free, and Rhett’s hands were buried in your hair while yours were grasping desperately at his back, your poor teddy bear lying forgotten in the dust. The kiss that had once been sweet and gentle now seared your lips with its intensity, Rhett’s teeth nipping lightly at your bottom lip as you moaned softly into his mouth.

When the two of you finally broke apart, desperate for air, Rhett was panting and your lips were swollen and red.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, resting his forehead against yours as he reached up to cup your cheek. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” The endearment fell off his lips so easily, and it warmed you to your core. “Got a bit carried away,” he chuckled, pressing a soft peck to your upper lip.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath yourself.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” Rhett confessed, looking deeply into your eyes. It suddenly felt like the sounds from the fair had disappeared completely. It was only you and him, and the sounds of your ragged breathing. His thumb, so rough and calloused and feeling delicious against your skin, brushed delicately across your cheekbone. “Been wanting you to be mine for a long time.” His voice was husky and warm and brimming with a sincerity that was so very much him.

“I been wanting that, too,” you admitted, biting down on your lower lip. “For a long time.”

“Be my girl?” Rhett asked softly, bumping his nose against yours and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Please?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you ran your fingers through his long honey locks and smiled as you adjusted his cowboy hat. “Yes, Rhett Abbott. I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”

“Deal, honeybee,” he grinned, bending his head to kiss you again.

Honeybee. You liked the sound of that.

[wildbornsiren]

Home isn’t just a place || Rhett Abbott/F!Reader.

Home isn’t just a place. 

Summary: He’s missed you.  "Sometimes home is a person because you can come inside.” 

1,334 words. Female/AFAB reader.

Warning: EXPLICIT MINORS DNI: unprotected vaginal sex. Creampie. 

Notes: For @hoe-on-the-range who always has delicious ideas. Comments and reblogs fuel the muses, likes are appreciated. Thank you so much for reading, it’s appreciated and means the most. 

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The door slams downstairs, and you can hear the heavy thumps of Rhett’s boots hitting the floor. The stairs creak as he climbs them, and you can hear him humming a song. You’re snuggled up in bed, on his side, cuddling one of his pillows to your chest, reading a book.

“You awake darlin?” He’s draped in the doorframe, baseball cap pulled low on his head. The hallway light illuminates him from behind and you can’t help but grin at him.

“I can be.” You set the book on the bedside table, sitting up. You catch the spark of heat in his gaze when the blankets move, showing off your thigh. “I’m glad you’re home early.” Weather had shut down an out of state rodeo, so he was home a week earlier than expected. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to ride.”

Rhett shrugs, the flannel shirt pulling tight across his chest. “It was an expo ride, so I got paid anyway.” He steps away from the doorframe, crossing the room in a few steps to stand at the foot of the bed. He tips his head, and you can feel the weight of his gaze as he looks you over. “I missed you.” It’s simple, and soft and it manages to make your heart skip a beat.

“I’m right here cowboy.” You squeak when he crawls onto the bed, up your body, tossing his cap aside, catching your mouth in a kiss. He tastes like mint, but under that is tobacco. It’s familiar and warm, and so very Rhett. You missed it more than you knew, and when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down against you, he moans into the kiss.

“You feel good darlin’.” He murmurs, kissing along your jaw, the curve of your neck. “Hotel beds suck, especially when you’re not with me.” Your fingers comb through his hair, and he rumbles softly against your skin.

“This bed is too big without you in it.”

“I’m not used to havin’ the covers to myself.” He laughs softly, and it raises goosebumps on your skin.

“Mmhm, Mr. Bony elbows and random leg kicks.”

“I ride bulls for a living baby girl. Sometimes things just twitch.” He kisses the tip of your nose, before easing his mouth over yours again.

“Rhett, what’s twitching right now isn’t because of bull riding.” Your lips bush against his when you speak, and he smiles easily. It’s brilliant and warm, and one of those rare things that he saves just for you.

“That’s all because of you darlin’.” He drops more of his weight against you, rocking his hips gently. He’s hard, restrained by his jeans, a slight tremor to his voice. Fingertips sliding the hem of your oversized sleep shirt up, another low sound coming from him when there’s nothing but his clothing between the two of you. He tosses the shirt aside, gently drawing your legs up, around his waist as he kneels between your legs.

“I’m feeling a little underdressed here.”

Rhett hums against your shoulder, kissing along your collarbone, to your chest. The scrape of his scruff against soft skin sends heat coursing through you. His hands are so gentle, reverent as he skims up your sides, mapping your curves. There’s a playful nip to the curve of your breast, before he’s licking over the bite, soothing any discomfort. He pulls away with a reluctant groan, unbuttoning his shirt, shedding it and his undershirt, before he’s braced over you again, skin to skin. He’s warm and heavy, all angles and sharp edges, but you can’t imagine anything better than this man who touches you like you’re precious.

“You’re so beautiful darlin’.” His thumb brushes along your lower lip, eyes drinking you in. “Can I touch you? Wanna come home so badly.”

“Rhett you are home.” Your teeth catch the tip of his thumb, and he smirks.

“Not quite yet.” Calloused fingers draw a light line down your midline. Between your breasts, down your stomach, sliding between your legs. Feather light touch, teasing, drawing soft sounds from your throat, before his fingers drag through your arousal, brushing along your slit. His index finger pushes into you, and you arch slightly into the touch. Kisses rain down on your neck, your cheek, your mouth. Again and again, until you’re both breathless, his forehead resting against yours, breathing each other in. A second finger eases into you, the two thrusting in tandem, pressing deep and slow.

“Rhett,” your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently. He kisses you again, tongue sliding past your lips, licking into your mouth. His thumb brushes against your clit, he’s swallowing the noises that spill into his mouth, groaning as he deepens the kiss, pressing more of his weight into you. “Baby please, more.” You pant quietly, kissing the corner of his mouth, lips brushing against the scruff on his jaw.

“You ready for me sweet girl?” He murmurs. His fingers curl again, seeking out that sweet spot, and you keen, arching against him as he drags his fingers over it, maddeningly slow.

You nod frantically, voice cracking as you cry out for him. “Please, please Rhett.”

He slides his fingers from you, licking them clean, his eyes closing briefly. Rhett undoes his belt buckle and jeans, shoving them down narrow hips, freeing his cock from his boxers. His fingers drag through your arousal again, and you can’t look away as he strokes himself with soaked fingers. He urges your legs further apart, settling between them, thrusting into you in one slow, steady movement.

You clutch at his shoulders, shivering when he lets out a breathy moan, settled inside of you. He’s bottomed out, deep inside you. He’s panting softly against your shoulder before he lifts his head with a soft smile.

“Now I’m home sweetheart.” Rhett murmurs softly. He draws his hips back before thrusting into you.

“Fuck,” his voice cracks softly. He’s gentle and sweet, slowly giving you every inch. Every touch, kiss, praise whispered against your skin, the way he watches you, how his body trembles with restraint, it’s so much more than your usual tumbles in the sheets with this cowboy.

Words slip past your lips, ones that you’ve whispered in the early morning hours when he’s snoring, drooling against a pillow. Ones that you keep close to your heart when you’re watching him ride, when the nerves and worry are thick in your throat.

“Love you too,” his lips brush the shell of your ear. “So much, been dreamin’ about you since I left.” His hands draw your hips closer, his thrusts pressing deeper, but no faster. He’s completely taking you apart cell by cell, with his touch, the love that radiating from him in waves. “Not just this either. Your smile, your laugh. The way your hand fits in mine.” He grunts softly, hips snapping once, twice, driving into you a bit rougher.

That spiral of pleasure in your belly snaps when he kisses you again. He’s claiming you in every way he can. You’d give him anything he asked, if only he would hold onto you like this just a little longer, a little tighter. You whimper against his mouth as you come, and he loses his focus, his hips stuttering against yours. He fucks you through your orgasm, fingers once more circling your clit, urging you higher, for more, leaving you moaning and clutching at him. His head drops, long hair obscuring his face when he comes, buried in you.

Rhett drops on top of you, collapsing in your arms. Your hands rub his back, feeling muscles flex under your touch. He’s making a sound that’s almost a purr and you can’t help but smile.

“You alright there?” You tip your head, kissing his temple. Your heart is threatening to beat out of your chest, but his breathing is so steady and slow.

“Give me a minute darlin’,” he says. “Then I’ll get you in the bath. Want bubbles and you.”

/end

[edensbuttercups]

Ghosts aren't real - Robert "Bob" Floyd x reader

Summary: You never really believed in ghosts, but after the weirdness of the past few days you're starting to. On Halloween night, after a shift at the Hard Deck, you talk about it and Bob offers to come home with you, willing to find a logical explanation or catch whatever is haunting you.

A/N: I've been slightly blessed with writer's block, yet somehow got the idea for this fic and wrote it in just over a day 🥴 Hopefully I'll get the other's I'm working on out soon, but for now here is this little Halloween treat 🎃 (It's not also so late it's technically not Halloween anymore where I am but shhh) I wish Rhett occasionally wore glasses 'cause it would make the gif fit more but uugh, I guess it will do

Words: 6k

As always, requests are open and comments are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading and hope you're all having a good day ♡

You felt like you were going crazy. 

Your doorbell ringing with no one in sight, the tv turning on and off even when you were nowhere close to the remote, the motion sensor outside turning on when no one was there. And it didn’t help that all of this was happening in the week leading up to Halloween, the pumpkin and skeleton decorations only adding to your weariness. 

Luckily nothing seemed to happen in the night, only in the hours that lead to it, leaving you to sleep somewhat peacefully. Still, getting home from work each evening left you with a sense of… not quite dread, but something along those lines.

You had talked about it at the Hard Deck before everything started happening, which only made this feel like a wicked joke from the universe or a ghost that had taken you as its victim after your talk with them.

”Didn’t sleep?” Hangman asked you, leaning over the counter as you prepared their usual order.  You smiled when you opened Bob’s lemonade, still finding it cute how he never drank alcohol and always opted for the citrusy drink. “Watched a horror film last night.” You explained with a sigh, “I’m not usually afraid, but I kept feeling like I’d open my eyes to find a ghost staring at me.”  You laughed along when he did, rolling your eyes when he slapped a hand over his thigh, still laughing. “Scared of ghosts?” He asked, making you shake your head in answer as you placed the last bottle on the tray. “Not quite. Ghosts aren’t real.” You explained with a chuckle, as if it was obvious, “But after a horror film it’s easy to forget about my lack of belief.”  He smirked, playfully saluting you before heading back to the pool table, handing everyone their drink and taking hold of a cue stick, challenging whoever dared play against him, Coyote not backing out but accepting the challenge, smirking back at him.  Bob turned to look at you, raising his drink your way with a smile that you returned, loving that he always thanked you, even if Hangman was the one bringing him his drink and this was, after all, part of your job.

A few days after that, things started happening. First it was small things, the gust of wind past your window sounding a little too loud, the scrape of wood against the glass sounding like fingernails, all things that were only scary because of the connections your mind decided to make, but then the tv started turning on and off and the lights outside turning on when no one was even near your porch.

It wasn’t extreme, wouldn’t happen more than once or twice a night, but it started making you wonder, the spooky season only adding to it, with its great selection of horror films each night, amazing both for the entertainment of them and for plaguing your mind with the wonder of what could be haunting your home.

It was Monday morning, and as you looked in the mirror you did everything you could do to make you look less tired and more pretty, doing a simple Halloween makeup for the day, happy that your shift didn’t start until three, ending at nine and leaving you to spend the last hours of the night with your favorite squad, looking forward to teasing Hangman and Rooster and gossip with Phoenix, maybe talk a little to Fanboy or Bob.  Penny had prepared a small witch hat clip you could clip on your head, so you chose a cute black dress, simple black tights and your favorite black boots, looking badass enough to kick whatever ghost was haunting you while also looking pretty enough to maybe find the courage to flirt a little with your lemonade-drinking crush.

Time to leave rolled by quickly enough, and glancing in the mirror you smiled at the reflection, loving the outfit and having worn it as it was on many occasions, but the little witch hat waiting for you at the Hard Deck definitely the perfect choice to elevate the look.

“You look great!” Penny exclaimed when you walked in, twirling when she saw you walking in to show you her own outfit, the dark red dress fitting her perfectly and the little horns she wore to match completing the look. “Look at you!” You smiled, holding a hand out to squeeze her shoulder, “Mav’s going to lose his mind.” You joked, nudging her softly. The look she sent your way made you laugh, and when she patted your shoulder you smiled, lowering your head so she could clip the little hat in place, leaving it resting comfortably on one side of your head. You glanced at the reflection in the mirror, loving the little addition, handmade by Penny the day before.  “So,” she started explaining, pointing around the different parts of the bar, “decorations are sort of put up, we have to add a few more by the pool tables, near the darts, but only what won’t be ruined by whoever has bad aim, and down on the porch.”  You nodded, getting to work with the decorations, one of your favorite parts of the holiday, the little skeletons and pumpkins and spiders, a good mix between cute and creepy as you hung them and placed them around the space. It would all look tied in together when the sun would set, leaving the candles and fairy lights to set the mood. 

You and Penny ended up chatting for most of the afternoon, the first few clients walking in around the time the sun set, some of them complimenting the decorations, others pretending to be spooked, giving the two of you a thumbs up.  “You’re on until 9pm, then you can go with your sailors.” Penny said with a playful glance once the few orders had been taken care of, reminding you about the deal you and her had for Halloween, knowing how much you enjoyed it and wanting you to have fun while still working, since you had insisted. She also knew about your little crush and teased you relentlessly for it, always urging you to do something about it because of how cute you and Bob would look together.  “Yeah, yeah.” You muttered, turning over to prepare a pint for an old regular, a retired man by now but a good pilot years ago, his years of service shown by the wrinkles on his face and the badges that still adorned his jacket. “Here you go, Paul.” You said softly, handing him his drink.

“Well, well, well. You clean up nicely.” Hangman said loudly the second he walked in, interrupting your small talk with Paul as Coyote, Phoenix and Bob followed behind him, all of them looking you up and down with a smile. You always got along with Hangman, always answering back and never backing down, telling him when he was being a jerk and ringing the bell on him when he was being nothing but annoying.  “Why, thank you, Bagman, and what are you supposed to be?” You asked, leaning over the counter and smirking, the fangs in his mouth, pale skin, exposed veins and bloodied shirt giving a pretty clear idea. “Yeah, he’s original as always.” Spoke Phoenix from behind him, slipping ahead and sitting on one of the free bar stools, placing a little Frankenstein’s Monster plushie on the counter. “You’re one to speak, Doctor.” Hangman scoffed, clearly not having noticed the plushie. “It’s Frankenstein.” She said, rolling her eyes and smiling at you when you placed her drink in front of her, not needing her to order anymore, knowing her choices by now. “Why don’t you have the scar and green skin then?” He asked, as if she was the one in the wrong, still oblivious. “Frankenstein’s the doctor.” You and Bob both said in unison, making Phoenix smirk up at you, another person that had figured out your not-so-secret crush. “Which, arguably, the real monster.” Bob added, knowing that the small freckles drawn on his cheeks were doing nothing to hide his blush. “Good observation, Milo.” You smiled his way, handing him his lemonade.

You loved his costume, not far from his usual attire, wearing a beige tank top and khaki green pants, the easiest clue as to who he was dressed as being the round frames resting on his nose and his hair parted in the middle, always having loved Milo as a character.  His mouth fell open, a silent oh slipping from his lips that only made his blush darken, earning a chuckle from Coyote, his makeup matching Hangman’s, with the only addition of a bite mark on his neck. “He didn’t think anyone would get who he was.” Coyote explained, raising his drink your way in a silent cheer.  “Yeah, I mean who the hell knows about Milo?” Hangman asked, practically draping himself over the stool. “Clearly not you, you didn’t even know about Frankenstein.” You joked, earning a scoff from the blond aviator. “What’s up with your neck?” You then asked Coyote, looking at him instead of granting Hangman more than a glance as you pointed at the two little bite marks, odd on a vampire.  “I can answer this one.” Hangman proudly announced, sitting up straight. “The one thing he knows.” Bob muttered, his voice low enough for you to hear.

No one else seemed to, anyway, making your laughter seem out of place, yet Bob seemed to appreciate it, always loving when he got you to smile or laugh, a personal accomplishment he carried close to his heart. “We decided that I’d clearly be the first one to turn into a vampire, being the jock and all, but as a vampire I’d definitely turn Coyote with me. He’s my best friend, if I’m living forever, he’s suffering along.” He said, landing a loud smack on Coyote’s arm, the other man looking like he was ready to fight back. “I’m kinda surprised to see how much thought went into that, Count Bagman.” You bowed lightly, hoping he’d get at least this reference. He chuckled, tilting his head to the side and smirking as he always did, pointing to the pool tables. “Count Hangman has to show these people how to get beaten by him at pool, will you join us later?”  “Yep. Shift finishes at nine, so I’ll be there around then.” You replied, checking that no other clients needed a refill or wanted to order. “Pretty good. See you in a few hours then!” Phoenix said with a smile, walking her way to the pool table and standing on one end, rolling the sleeves of her white coat up. She looked effortlessly cool, the black dress under the coat suiting her perfectly, and the fishnets were a fun touch, making her look the coolest out of the group of monsters and ghouls that were sitting around the table. “I’ll see you later.” Added Bob softly, giving you a little nod as he made his way to join her, smiling when he heard you shout a see you later, Milo! his way. 

Nine pm rolled by quickly, making you sigh in relief when you sat by Nat’s side, joining the conversation effortlessly as you sipped on your drink. It hadn’t been a long shift per se, the bigger part of the work starting an hour before your shift ended, but you were glad to be on the other side of the counter and surrounded by your friends, finally catching up to their stories once more. “So,” Nat spoke after finishing her conversation with Fanboy, leaning more into your side, “Gonna talk to Bob?” “What?” You asked, never having mentioned that you would, too scared of ruining the perfectly great friendship you had built to risk it. “Oh, c’mon. You’ve both been staring at each other all night, and he couldn’t help but keep that blush on his cheeks after you called him Milo. He likes you too.” You shushed her, nudging her back. You wouldn’t talk to him, no, even if you knew that eventually your feelings would bubble out. That, or everyone that knew would carry on looking at you with that teasing or pitiful look. Either way, you could deal with it. “What about you, Nat?” you teased instead, tugging lightly at her white coat, “Got your eyes set on anyone tonight?” She looked around the room, taking a sip from her drink when she found who she was looking for. Following the direction of her gaze, you immediately could tell who she was looking for, the sparkling red dress hard to miss. “Wow. She’s really your type.” “There’s a lot of pretty people tonight.” She defended, looking around, “But yeah, she’s really my type.” She repeated, chuckling against you, setting her empty glass down. “Go order another cocktail. She’s near the bar and probably will come over, and if not…” “If not I don’t chicken out on my feelings like some of my friends.” She muttered, winking at you as she stood, grabbing her glass and making her way to the bar, her eyes darting to the woman as she did, not going unnoticed.  With Natasha chatting to the mystery woman, and you perched on the pool table, jokingly judging each single one of Hangman’s hits, you soon grew tired of the loud music and chatter, needing a moment with some quiet and fresh air. “Count?” You called after he stopped cheering, his smirk still plastered on his face when he moved to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “Yes?” He drawled, resting some of his weight on the cue stick. “Heading out for some fresh air.” He nodded, his smirk dropping to a sincere smile. Your friendship with Hangman wasn’t free of arguments or tense moments, but he always looked out for you, and telling him when you were stepping out of the Hard Deck was one of the things he had asked you to mention, after spending a night with his heart in his throat when he couldn’t find you, the crowds thick and hard to get through. He found you eventually, hiding just by the porch after the overcrowded rooms grew too loud and rowdy, needing the moment of break before heading back in to finish the last hour of your shift. 

The porch was full of people, some dressed up and others in regular clothes, so you sneaked further ahead, on the sand, looking at the waves crash and turn into foam, the warm glow of the moon making everything more special. You felt someone sit next to you after some time had passed, looking up to see Bob and smiling at the sight, resting your head on his shoulder, the sound of the waves repetitive enough to make your eyes grow heavy.

“Enjoying the party?” He asked, voice hushed after having to talk so loudly over the music and the chatter. “Yeah. Just needed some fresh air.” You said softly, eyes still closed as you stifled a yawn. He chuckled, grabbing a handful of sand and watching it slip past his fingers, “you sound tired.”  “Haven’t been sleeping too well.” You muttered, lifting your head from his shoulder so that you could look at him. “How come?” He asked quickly, his expression growing slightly worried, something that did nothing to help your quick heartbeat. “Oh, well… I mean, it sounds stupid.” You said with a laugh, his serious expression making you go on as you shuffled, crossing your legs as you fully turned to look at him, your knees resting against his when he mirrored your position. “It started a few nights ago. Things are slightly weird at home, and I know it sounds stupid but it almost feels like there’s a ghost haunting me.” 

He looked at you for a moment, expression serious, before his lips twisted upwards, a quiet laugh bubbling from him, easily going unnoticed had it not been for the movement of his shoulders.

You placed your hands over them, holding them down as if that could stop his laughing fit, starting to laugh with him when his hands flew up to grip onto your arms for support, head tilted forward as he tried catching his breath.

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking up to find your face inches away from his, his blush returning as quickly as yours, laughter slowly dying, even if his smile remained. “Sorry.” He repeated, pulling back. “It’s just, the other day you said that ‘ghosts aren’t real’.” You didn’t think he had heard, considering he was all the way at the pool tables. Or was he? You tried thinking back, not remembering him anywhere near Hangman. “Stealth pilot, yeah.” He answered, almost replying to your question. “You didn’t see me, but I had gone to the bathroom. I had just walked past Hangman when you said that.” He continued his explanation, a playful look in his eyes. “Huh. Impressive.” You replied, letting your hands fall on his knees for a moment only, not resisting the touch. “But yeah, a ghost is haunting me, look at that.”  “What kind of haunting?” He asked, suddenly curious. He had always enjoyed paranormal programs, ghost hunting and the likes, even if he was a non-believer, simply not finding the idea of ghosts, ghouls or demons realistic. “Tv turning on and off, motion sensor light activating when no one’s there, doorbell ringing when no one’s there, … oh, weird sounds. Stuff like that.”  “I feel like most of that can be explained. Maybe you need to switch your batteries out?” He offered, still finding the whole situation hilarious. “Sure, everything started happening at the same time four days ago because all of my batteries are dead.”  “Almost dead.” He corrected. “Okay, almost dead.” You said, rolling your eyes, “but if that ghost decides to kill me tonight, my life’s on you.” You joked, this time watching him roll his eyes. “Okay, okay, well, I…” he rarely was shy around you, having grown used to your presence and humor and having hung out enough to truly consider you a friend, but he looked a little uncertain as he spoke, this time. “I could come over, if you’d like. Watch a scary film, catch the ghost, eat candy and tell each other some scary stories.”  “You really don’t want me to sleep, huh?” You jokingly said, pushing his shoulder back to tease him. 

“Floyd planning on keeping you up all night?” Phoenix spoke, draping her arms around your shoulders, her words carrying the sweet smell of the strawberry cocktail she was sipping on.  “Nat.” You heard him whisper, sending her a warning glance. You understood the connotation of her words, knowing they were a silent dig at you, not at him. After all, you were the one with the crush. “I have a ghost at home and he offered to help me catch it.” You said looking up at her, her head slipping from resting on the top of your head to rest against your cheek instead. She clearly was a little drunk, taking the chance to be since they had the next day off, and she became a little more clingy than usual when she was.  “Ah, of course he did.” She smirked, and even if you couldn’t see that you could perfectly see Bob’s reaction, his eyes begging her to be quiet while her words tinted his cheeks to the color of her drink. “Well, good look with that.” She mumbled, sending Bob a wink as she slipped back inside, the door clinking as it closed behind her.

You sat in silence for a moment, looking up at the stars, the salty air kissing your skin. He kept his eyes on you, unable to peer them away from your lips, their dark colour suiting you so well.  He truly was bewitched.

“I love the night.” You whispered, looking back down at him. He looked so cute, his hair parted differently and glasses big and round, suiting him almost as much as his regular glasses did. But it was the blue and red neon lights from the Hard Deck that completed the scene, casting purple highlights on his skin, his look almost ethereal, somehow. “Can I take a picture of you?” You asked quietly when he only nodded at your statement, watching him stutter out an answer. “Well, I-… I mean, sure, I just- I… don’t usually look good.”  You pulled up your phone, looking at him through the viewfinder and snapping the first picture, his eyes still wide from your question. “You’re very photogenic, Bob, and you do look good.”  You snapped another picture after speaking your words, his smile genuine in the second snapshot. “Look.” You said, turning the phone his way to show him, his eyes still on you. “Can we take a photo together?” He asked you, this time. You had few photos with Bob, always getting lost in the moments you shared with him, often enjoying the time together too much to remember to document it with a picture. “Sure.” You said, standing to sit next to him, handing him your phone as you rested your head on his shoulder, smiling at the camera. 

It was a cute picture, one you surely would print to hang on your wall, his smile soft matching your own, except you both were secretly looking at each other, the cause of your smile kept a secret from one another.

“I like myself next to you.” He said softly, studying the photo on your phone.  It was a simple comment, but it still made you blush, the honesty behind it. You stayed like that for a little while longer, resting your head on his shoulder, stifling a yawn when the tiredness snuck up on you again. “Tired?” He whispered, lowering his hand to meet yours, interlocking your fingers together and squeezing them once out of reflex, feeling how well they fit together. “A little.” You mumbled back, smiling up when you looked at him, his lips a little too close for you to think anything other than how easy it would be to reach up and kiss them.  “Let’s go then.” He said, breaking your thought process and tugging you up with him, his hand never leaving yours. You walked hand in hand in hand, ignoring Phoenix’s look and smirk and just squeezing his hand once, walking towards the rest of the squad to wish them a good night. 

He held your hand all the way to your home, thankful that it wasn’t too far, considering that the pretty heels you were wearing that were slowly starting to hurt, but you ended up wishing it was a longer way when his hand slipped out of yours, setting on the small of your back as you opened the door and inviting him in, taking his jacket and leading him to the couch. “Would you like something to drink? I have lemonade.” You offered cheerfully, this whole routine familiar from the many late night chats and occasional movie nights you had shared. 

You always made sure to be stocked up, occasionally buying different ones to try to find his favorite, keeping some snacks you knew he liked too, knowing he’d never request anything specific but slowly picking up on what his favorites were. “I’d love that.” He said with a small nod, leaning back and resting his head, grabbing a hold of the remote when you handed it to him. 

With the drinks set on the table you sat by his side, going through the movies being shown and settling on a cheesy horror, more than happy to chat rather than watch jocks and cheerleaders being killed one by one. “I’ll put the remote over there, so if the ghost decides to turn the tv off there’s no doubt about it being one of us.” You said with a smirk, choosing to joke about this, no matter how much nervousness it had caused you over the past few days. “Sure. But what if the ghost doesn’t appreciate our film choice?” He teased, pulling his tongue out at you. “Then said ghost will have to suck it up.” 

You sat on the sofa, your legs resting on his as the movie played, the blonde cheerleader screaming as she ran away from the killer, the scene cliché enough to not even phase you. “Do you think you’d survive in a horror film?” You asked him after a while, lifting your head to look at him. “People barely see me most of the time, so hopefully a killer also wouldn’t.” He chuckled, hand resting on your leg, the warmth of his hand making your skin buzz beneath it. “I see you.” You said, wishing you were closer to hold his hand, or show him that you cared, somehow. “I know.” He said honestly, smiling.  You kept his eyes on him, feeling like maybe you could say something, but the doorbell went off, making your legs jolt away from his, suddenly feeling tense again. “I’ll go check.” He said, standing and moving towards the door, feeling your hand grip his arm after less than a step. “Not letting you go alone.” You mumbled, knowing he was wondering why you had joined him.  And just like each night, the door was opened to reveal nobody there, the chilly air making its way into the apartment.

Bob took another step forward, stepping outside and keeping you behind him, shielding you from whatever was waiting in the dark. “Hello?” He called out, shushing you when you laughed. “What?” He asked you then, looking at you curiously. “Think you’ll need a ouija board if you want to talk to it.”  “Maybe it wouldn’t be angry if you stopped calling it it.” He said back, pulling his tongue out at you. “You just called it it too.” You argued, smirking up at him. “Guess we’ll just have to be haunted together, then.” He teased, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder instead.

You felt so comfortable in his arms, so safe, and even if you wouldn’t reveal it to him, you couldn’t help the feeling blooming in your chest, and you mentally cursed when you reached the coach again, thinking that he’d let you go, but he didn’t, making you rest on his chest instead as you watched the unfortunate future of those teens, too dumb to make any right choices, it seemed.

He chuckled at the exaggerated scream another character let out, holding onto you as he did. You could barely concentrate, too focused on how it felt to be in his arms, how his heart sounded under your cheek, how his arm was wrapped protectively around you.  You looked up again, taking in how he looked in these lights, the colors changing as the film went on, his lips settled into a relaxed smile, his blue eyes shining bright.  He looked down at you, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips, feeling time slow down. Yet you both looked up when the detective on the screen shouted “Hands up!”, the volume sounding louder that it initially had, making you jolt as the killer was soon to be revealed. You held your breath in, not really for the revelation that was about to happen on the screen, but for what had almost happened between you and Bob. 

Your eyes were trailed on the tv, too afraid to look anywhere else as the killer was slowly getting illuminated by the police lights, the camera panning up, reaching higher and higher until…

The tv turned off. 

You glanced at the screen, seeing the remote resting near it, glancing up at Bob to prove what you meant. “See? I didn’t turn it off.” You huffed, cheeks still red from the almost-kiss, even if now the paranormal was back in mind.  “This is the most annoying ghost. Right before we get to find out who the killer is.” He muttered, head turning to the side when he saw the motion light turn on.  “Huh.” He hummed at that, furrowing his eyebrows. You tried not to mind that he seemed so normal, unable to see his cheeks in the dark, but still, he didn’t seem bothered by you two almost kissing. Were you reading too much into this? “You see, motion lights usually die when the batteries do, and ghosts wouldn’t activate them, technically.” He said, suddenly an expert ghost hunter. “Which means…?” You trailed on, not liking where this was going. “That this is a person.” 

His expression switched from a softer one to a harsher one, seeing what Natasha had once described to you as his “serious look”, one he only donned while taking notes about important maneuvers, up in the air and when he felt in danger.

Only this time he didn’t feel in danger, he felt like you were, which was worse.

“You stay here.” He said sternly, pushing you back against the couch, both of his hands holding your shoulders, not wanting you to move. He was going to deal with this. “I’m going out.” It wasn’t a question, and his eyes were focused, cold, as he looked at you once again, gaze falling to the window behind you, looking over the garden. “You stay here.” He repeated, studying your face for one moment longer before standing and walking out back, his steps quiet enough that you didn’t even hear as he descended the stairs. You couldn’t get his eyes out of your head, how different they looked when they sensed danger, how quickly he leaped into action, how he glanced at your lips once more before going out the door. You cursed yourself for not moving sooner, getting distracted instead by the tv when what you had been waiting for was finally happening. 

A scream broke the silence, and your train of thought, mainly, yet not close to Bob’s, meaning it must’ve been the mystery man.  It was when his name was said that you realized who was in your garden.  “Bob?” you heard coming from outside. 

Hangman.

You had been scared of Hangman.  Not a ghost, not a demon, not even a creep that had decided on scaring you around Halloween. 

No, Hangman.

“What the hell are you doing here? Ow! Ow, ow, Bob, wait!”  You stood, knowing that there was no danger anymore, standing at your door with your arms crossed. You watched as Bob dragged Hangman by the ear up to your front porch, the scene funny enough to make you smile. “Happy Halloween!” He said, trying to free himself from Bob’s hold. “Dick move, Hangman.” You spoke, giving a small nod to Bob, fine with letting him go now, but Bob shook his head, pulling on his ear, making him hiss at the tug. “Dude!” “Apologize.” Bob said back, set on not letting him go until he did. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, looking more annoyed than sorry. “Did that sound sincere to you?” Bob asked you, his eyes finding yours with a sweetness they had lost when the motion light had turned on, determination having taken its place.  “Not really, no.” You said, playing along. You didn’t really mind, seeing Bob holding Hangman by the ear enough of an apology for you. Actually, this was a great image. You raised a finger, telling Bob to wait a moment, running to the couch and grabbing your phone, opening the camera as you walked out, snapping a picture of the scene. “Oh, c’mon.” He grumbled, trying to pull away. “Apologize once more and you’re free.” Bob said, smirking at you when he saw you were still pointing the phone at them. “I’m sorry.” He said again, this time his tone was deemed sincere enough, making Bob let go of him.

He straightened up, wiping his shirt down in a theatrical manner, swinging the cloak behind his back like a truly ridiculous vampire. “How did you do it all?” You asked, not really out of curiosity, but because you needed to make sure it didn’t happen again.  “Universal remote for your tv. Doorbell was… me ringing your doorbell and hiding.”  “Like a child.” Bob muttered as you nodded along. “Motion sensor was an accident. I just happen to be a physical being.”  You chuckled, shaking your head. “Go enjoy your night, instead of ruining mine.” you said, still annoyed but less so now that you knew what, or who, was causing all of the weirdness.  “No more?” Bob asked, not wanting to be disturbed anymore tonight and not wanting you to get disturbed in the future. “Promise I’ll stop. It just felt funny with the whole ‘ghosts aren’t real’ talk.” Bob hummed, pushing Jake away with a quick good night, having had enough of him.  He reached you and closed the door behind the two of you, smiling when he saw your relief. “We never found out who the killer was.” You muttered, breaking the silence. “No, but we caught the ghost.” He joked, his hand reaching up to rest on your cheek, making your breath get stuck in your throat once again, the touch new and foreign. 

You were great friends, and often cuddled, held hands or simply rested on each other, it wasn’t new, but this was, feeling more intimate somehow. “There’s something else I never found out.” He whispered, thumb rubbing your cheek softly as you looked at him, his blue eyes peering into yours once more. “What?” You asked, eyes glancing at his lips before focusing back on the shade of blue you loved so much. “If we were going to kiss.” 

He waited, smiling when you nodded, glancing at his lips again.

“Can I kiss you now?” He asked after another moment, leaning a little closer, leaving you to close the distance between the two of you.  “Yes.” You hummed, pushing yourself up to meet his lips, taking a deep breath when you felt him against you, the hand that wasn’t holding your cheek slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your arms rose to wrap around his shoulders, smiling against his lips when you felt him melt into you, all of that nervousness you had held when it came to him leaving the second he deepened the kiss, pulling away to look at you again, the thumb grazing your cheek falling over your lips, tracing where his had just been. He chuckled, resting his forehead against your own. “So, I promised you a scary movie, and we watched one. Promised to catch a ghost, and we caught him.” He spoke matter of factly, tilting his head to the side, “That leaves…” “Candies and scary stories.” you said, quoting his earlier words. “Now, as much as I don’t think there’s anything as sweet as you…” he trailed on, laughing when you scoffed at his words. “You’re so cheesy.” You said softly, dropping your arms to rest at his waist, holding him close to you.

He tilted his head, reaching down to press a feather-light kiss on your lips, not getting enough of it now that he knew what it felt like.  “I’ll grab some snacks, and we can snuggle on the couch?” You offered, untangling from him and immediately missing him, walking towards the cabinet to grab a few different things, from savory to sweet, along with another bottle of your drinks, the taste of his lemonade still lingering on your lips. “I’d love that, yeah.”  He moved back, grabbing a fluffy blanket and placing it on his legs, waiting for you to place everything on the table before enveloping you in it, his strong arms wrapped around you as he kissed you again. “Out of all the trick or treating I’ve done, this is definitely the best treat.” He whispered as he pulled away, gaze raking over your features before leaning back towards you, your lips meeting his again as you giggled, pulling him closer still against you, not wanting to let him go.

[attapullman]

when and where can we order our club shirts?

we need to elect a secretary and plan our first meeting and then RATAC shirts shall be available

[nobody7102]

The Thing About Sunday

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett x Tillerson!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Religious stuff, SMUT, 18+, fingering, thigh riding, choking, unprotected P in V

A/N: YALL! This... this was so just great to write. thank you to @sebsxphia @hangmanapologist @rhettabbotts and @auroralightsthesky for contributing to this and letting me bounce ideas off of, and yes I am aware its like 2 AM(at least in MN) I put my insomnia to good use.

NOTE/DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are of age (Rhett being late 20s/early 30s, Reader being mid/late 20s), if it isn’t clear in-story all actions/situations are consensual between the major of the characters if there is anything I missed in the warnings please let me know, but don’t be rude about it

Part 2

Main Master-List

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Sunday, the day Rhett was always taught to respect. A day that he had devoted his life to, promising his momma he’d be better and proving it every Sunday as he gave sermons and led mass for Wabang. Sure he never intended on becoming a preacher but after one particularly bad bull ride, Cece brought him to Church with her while he recovered and he often found himself talking with the pastor about things he normally would just drink away or keep bottled up, soon enough after he made a full recovery no one was more surprised than Rhett when he started showing up to help set up before mass and sermons every Sunday, and staying after to help clean up. 

So when Pastor Lawrence announced he was retiring and that he wanted Rhett to fill his position he was shocked to say the least, but he worked hard every day to live up to the standard Pastor Lawrence left, and some in the community would even say he surpassed Pastor Lawrence by miles. Something Cece and Royal were more than happy to hear about, always hearing throughout the week how great Rhett was becoming as a Preacher.

Now five years later, as he stands, a little older and a little greyer than he was before, standing in the middle of the floor, watching as everyone took their seats before his eyes flickered to the front row. Entranced by her.

Watching as she fiddled with her knee length skirt, trying to smooth out the wrinkles in it. 

His eyes softened watching as the youngest Tillerson’s eyes finally met his with a smile. Looking back to the crowd he cleared his throat to get everyone's attention before he moved to stand behind the pulpit. “Hello everyone” he hummed “What a beautiful Sunday morning we’ve been given.” he watched as everyone nodded in agreement “Before we start our sermon today I would like to introduce everyone to someone who’s joining my within the Church” moving from the pulpit, Rhett walked over to Y/N, offering her his hand to stand with him. “I’m sure many of you know Miss Y/N Tillerson from around the town,” he smiled as Y/N gave a small wave to the crowd. “I’m very happy to say that Miss Tillerson will be helping us out with our youth program, teaching Sunday School after the services every Sunday, starting next week. So after the sermon today it would be greatly appreciated if y’all would help welcome her to the church” he gave her hand a squeeze before he nodded to her, letting Y/N know she could sit back down. As soon as she moved to sit down, Rhett moved back to the pulpit. Flipping thought his notes for the day to start the sermon.

The thing about Rhett was that he remembered what it was like being a kid and having to sit in church every Sunday, listening to the sermons being bored out of his mind. The one thing he made sure to do as soon as he had been appointed the new preacher, he never wanted anyone to be as bored as he had been. He always kept everyone so entranced in his sermons, never leaning too traditional for the younger crowd but never too modern for the older folks of Wabang. So when looking for volunteers for teaching Sunday school he knew Y/N would be a perfect teacher, having grown up keeping each other occupied as their families dragged them to church, not to mention she had just come back from college with her teaching degree.

He never knew why she’d chosen to be friends with him growing up. Behind Luke, she had been the ‘Golden Child’ of the Tillerson clan. Graduating top of her class in highschool, going off to college and somehow managed to stay utterly devoted to her faith. Something her mother instilled in her, out of all of her children Patricia had always been so critical of Y/N. When Cece once asked about it, in her own words Patricia had stated “If she can be better than me, she will be” words that she made sure were true.

Throughout the sermon, Rhett’s eyes drifted to Y/N, and he often found himself having to hide a slight smile at how focused and attentive she was to his speeches, he also took note of how her eyes flickered up and down his form as he walked around the front of the church as he spoke as well as how a small blush dusted her cheeks when she noticed him glancing her way.

As soon as his sermon had come to an end, everyone stood like they normally did and slowly gathered around Rhett, asking him questions, talking about how good his sermon was that day. It was as Sherif Joy asked about something that was troubling her that he noticed how Y/N was bent down talking with some of the kids that sat through the sermon, occasionally glancing up to talk with the parents of children who were talking to her. Smiling and nodding as her attention was split between the parents and children.

Finishing his talk with Sherif Joy, he quickly excused himself to walk over to Y/N. “Everyone having fun over here?” he hummed seeing how excited the kids were to talk with Y/N after listening to the children babble for a few minutes, their parents pulled them away to another part of the church, leaving Rhett and Y/N to themselves “How’s Miss Tillerson holding up?” he joked.

Shaking her head, she nudged him with her elbow “You told me not to call you Preacher” she chuckled “So I expect the same… at least with adults” 

Nodding his head he chuckled “Fair enough, fair enough” his eyes trailed around the crowd before looking back to Y/N “No one’s given you any trouble so far?” she shook her head “That’s good… what’d your folk have to say?” He raised his brow.

Shrugging, Y/N wrapped her arms around her frame, “Ma was happy… Daddy didn’t seem to mind” she started “Billy couldn’t have been prouder, practically beaming with joy for me…” trailing off her eyes looked to the floor

“And…” he almost hesitated to ask “Luke and Trevor?”

A sigh left her lips “You know how they are… never really understood church… or faith” 

Slowly nodding his head, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Well, ‘I am still far from being what I want to be, but with God's help I shall succeed’” he hummed.

“Van Gough,” she chuckled

Nodding Rhett continued “Luke and Trevor might not get it… but I remember being in their shoes… They have the same passion for faith, it’s just focused on another thing” he squeezed her shoulder “Trevors is on Bull riding, and Luke’s is on the ranch… they understand it, just in a different way” he watched as Y/N slowly smiled, placing her hand over Rhett’s

“Thank you” as he did in response was nodded before his name was called in another part of the church.

As the day wound down, Rhett found himself in his back office making last minute edits for the Wednesday night service and starting planning out his sermon for the next Sunday. Looking up from the words in front of him, he glanced at the widow before looking at the clock on the wall opposite to his desk. 

6:00PM

Dark for how much time he still had in the day he thought. Shuffling his papers into a stack, he stood from the desk, cracking his back as he stood before making his way out to the main area of the church. Furrowing his brow hearing someone humming, sure the doors were always open and he left the main lights on but everyone had left after noon. He had watched as everyone left… So who had made their way into the church?

Rounding the corner his eyes widened seeing Y/N sitting in the front pew, papers spread out around her as she bit the end of a pen as she looked over one specific paper. “Miss-” he stopped himself watching as she looked up, a smile dawning on her face “Y/N… I didn’t realize you’d come back” as he made his way over, Y/N moved to get her piles of paper under control, thus giving Rhett room to sit next to her. 

“I umm…” she started “I was trying to work on my lesson plans for the kids… for next week. I was trying to work on it at home but..” a flush came across her face “I couldn’t really focus” she admitted “So I came here” 

Nodding Rhett smiled “Well I’m glad this place provides you with some peace…” he watched as she shifted in her seat, letting her eyes follow his knees as they knocked against her’s “So what’re your plans so far?” He waited for her to sort through her papers once more before handing him a sheet full of highlighted points. “Veggie tales huh?” he chuckled.

She chuckled with him “The library is loaning me the DVD’s… besides its a lesson without being-”

“Boring” he finished her sentence as they both laughed

“Exactly” she hummed, as Rhett handed her back the paper her eyes trailed over his form. How his hair was askew from running his hands though it in thought, to his black button up that was rid of his normal white collar and even unbutton allowing a small bit of his tattoo to peak out from below the fabric

She didn’t even realize she was biting her lip as her eyes raked over him till Rhett’s fingers cradled her chin, pulling her gaze to meet his as his thumb pulled her bottom lip from her teeth, brushing over the soft skin and slightly smudging the light pink lip balm she had put on earlier in the day. 

“Something that interests you, Little Lamb?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side as her eyes widened, looking between his eyes and his quirked upwards grin before a small gulp and a sharp breath left her lips. With his head still tilted to the side Rhett slowly leaned forward, giving Y/N enough time to pull away, pausing right as his nose bumped against hers “You sure?” he’s eyes carrying so much yearning yet he knew how new this would be to her.

Being the ‘Golden Child’ of the Tillersons had its price. Following her mothers instructions of faith she also followed her fathers rules, no dating, which just went hand in hand with her mothers morals of faith. She even vented to Rhett one day in their teen years how she longed to just have just one kiss but she knew how her parents would say, not to mention what her faith would think of it. Rhett had never fully understood her devotion till he took over for Pastor Lawrence.

Placing her hand on his thigh, she leaned into him the rest of the way, closing her eyes as their lips melted together. One hand flying to frame her waist, pulling her closer. As the other moved to cradle her jaw as she moved her lips against his, he met her movements equally, letting her control the pace… the passion. 

Letting her papers fall to the floor, she let her body press into his before he pulled her body to straddle him and her legs to frame his thigh and her flats falling off of her feet. Letting the floral fabric rise to her thighs a soft gasp left her lips as Rhett pulled her against the taut wool of his trousers. Pulling away from the kiss he rested his forehead against hers, nudging his nose against hers “Rhett” his name tumbled breathlessly from her mouth as he nipped at her bottom lip.

Huffing as his lips moved across her neck, stopping just below her ears “Have you ever….” catching his breath he closed his eyes, feeling her hands run across his chest “Have you ever done anything lik-” he felt her shake her head “What about touch- Have you ever touched yoursel-” feeling her shake her head again he emitted a low groan as he felt the wool of his trousers constrict more “Oh of course you haven’t” he exclaimed, almost as breathless as she was kissing along her neck again “Because you’re my perfect Little Lamb” he whispered as his hands fell to bunch the skirt up to her waist. Exposing the pink cotton pantied that hugged her ass, letting out a groan seeing the peak of pink from over her shoulder his hands moved to knead the pink cladded flesh as he pulled her against his thigh once more, letting her head fall into the crook of his neck as he repeated the motion. Her hands holding on his shoulders, fisting the black fabric.

“Oh Rhett” she whined “We- Ahh gosh…” gripping onto his shirt so tight, her knuckles were white as she tried to resist yet her body betrayed her, bucking against his grip everytime he pulled her across his thigh “We shouldn’t… the Lord wou-” 

“Do you wanna stop Lamb?” he whispered into the crook of her neck, he felt her shake her head once more “We can stop if you want” he pulled away to look at her beat red face, eyes glazed over in a bliss “But you should know Little Lamb” he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear “It’s not a sin if you feel good” before placing a kiss against her lips once more “and it's not a sin to want to feel good either… the Lord won’t punish you for enjoying yourself” he whispered before she captured his lips again, rutting her throbbing core against the wool, not waiting for his hands to guide her. 

Grinding against his thigh as the two let their lips mingle together for a few more minutes, Y/N pulled away, her hands playing with the hair at the base of Rhett's neck as she spoke “I trust you Rhett” she leaned forward to recapture his lips “I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone” she whispered “Please” 

“Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath before biting his lip, letting his eyes scan over how her hair was a mess, the light pink of her lip balm smeared across her lips, and undoubtedly across his as well. Her cardigan was thrown from her shoulders and resting in the crook of her elbows as the straps of her tank top slid off her shoulders, allowing the pink of her matching bra to show itself over the hemline of the tanktop. Her skirt was bunched around her waist, the pink little bow that sat atop her paintes. A moan falling from his lips as he laid his eyes upon the wet patch forming on his pants. “Sweet Little Lamb…” he started bringing his eyes back up her form to meet hers, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose his hands grabbed the back of her thighs lifting her up, a squeal emitted from her as he flipped her around.

Resting her knees on the wood seat of the pew, pressing her front into the wooden back. Pushing her skirt up higher, his finger hooked the hemline of her panties, slowly pulling them down her legs she shivered.

Rhett had always had cold hands, getting his bad circulation from his mother. His hold fingers left goosebumps against her skin as he leaned to her ear and whispered “I’m gonna make such a mess of you” bringing his hand back up to her inner thigh, she jumped feeling the contrasting cold against the heat of her dripping core.

Gripping onto the wood she let out a high pitched whine feeling Rhett slowly circle her clit, her body lurching forward. “Ahhhh- Oh God!” her toes curled as he slipped his middle finger into her folds, pumping it in and out as he trailed kisses along her shoulder.

“Oh Sweet Lamb… You. Are. Absolutely. Soaked.” kissing between every punctuation “are you gonna be a good Little Lamb for me?” he smirked as she nodded with her head resting against the wood. “You gonna let me use this pretty little cunt?” 

Adding another finger, she gasped at the feeling letting out a strangled “Yes”. He continued his assault, slowly working up his speed until he watched her legs start to shake. “Rhett- I- I ca- ooh” she started “Rhett I need- I nee-” the babble fell from her lips before letting out a high pitched whine at the loss of his fingers from her burning cunt. “No!” she cried her thighs still shaking,

“Tsk Tsk Tsk” Rhett chuckled moving falling behind her as he unbuckled his belt “Romans 8:25” the sound of his zipper filled the air followed by the rusting of fabric before he leaned next to her ear, one of his hands wrapping around her front to once again draw circles around her swollen clit as the other guided his weeping cock to tease her entrance with his tip "But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience” he whispered before pushing into her tight cunt. 

A moan fell from Rhett’s lips before he threw his head back hearing the sound that fell from Y/N’s mouth. A sound he had yet to hear from her, a sound he quite possibly considered to be better than anything he could ever hear for the rest of his life. 

Moving his free hand to pull her flush against his hip as he continued to circle her clit, his hips snapped against her’s. No longer caring for how acquainted with the stretch of his cock she was, only wanting to hear more of the heavenly sounds that he seemed to pry from her lips with every thrust of his hips.

Feeling her plush walls squeeze his cock with every pull he rested his head on her shoulder, still snapping his hips to hers before bringing his hand from her hip to slide under her shirt and past the think pink bra, feeling how her nipples hardened and goosebumps a littered her skin at the contact with his cold hand before he took the pebbled skin between his fingertips and punched.

Arching her back into him, forcing her ass against his hips, he panted into her ear at the feeling “Oh Sweet Lamb, the Lord made a special place in heaven for you” he kissed just below her ear.

Quickening his pace, his hand trailed up further, past the hem of her shirt before gripping her throat. Forcing her head up from the wooden back of the pew, bringing her gaze to meet the stone statue that stood tall towards the entrance and back of the pews “Look into his eyes my Little Lamb” resting he forehead against her cheek “Look and thank him for making such a special place in heaven for you… and this sweet little cunt” he growled, forcing a while from your lips before his squeezed slightly.

“Thank You” She moaned, letting her mouth fall open as the pews started to move under the force of Rhett’s thrust. Now adding the squeak of the wood against the floor to the sound of her and Rhetts moans and the squishing of her dripping core as it begged for more from his cock. 

Pulling is hand from her clit, he brought his hand to his lips letting out a humm at the taste before holding it to Y/N’s lips “See how sweet you are… how sweet you were made” he smiled as she took his fingers into her mouth, drool falling from her lips as she licked over his fingers. 

As soon as his fingers left her mouth they were back on her abused clit as babble feel from her lips “Jus-...just for you-” she let her head lull as much as she could with his hand still holding her neck up “all made-...just for you Preacher" she gasped 

“Ohh shiiit!” his head fell backwards “that’s right Little Lamb” pulling his hands from her neck and clit, he gripped her hips hard. Pumping into her with a relentless pace her hips slamming into the pew with such force it tipped forward slightly before landing back down on the floor with every slam of his hips “Made just for me…. No other reason why this tight little cunt would wrap around my cock so perfectly” 

No longer able to hold herself up, her body slumped forward onto the pew “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” she whinned as her legs started to shake once more. He could feel her walls pulsing around him, knowing that there was a knott forming within her that would soon snap.A chuckle caught in Rhett’s throat knowing how she never used such vulgar words, smiling at the use of the foregin word passing from her lips. Brining one hand from her hips he formed a ponytail in her hair before sharply pulling her upwards, causing her back to arch and another ‘fuck’ fell from her mouth. “Such dirty words for a Sweet Lamb” he hummed “My Sweet Little Lamb… Oh how far you’ve strayed from the shepherd” he smirked, moving his other hand to press down between her shoulder blades causing her back to arch further “Don’t worry Little Lamb…” he groaned, feeling her body shake as a guttural moan emitted from her. “We can fix that”

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A/N: Before anyone asks, yes there will be a part 2

[sebsxphia]

hi i’ve never sent you an ask before so im kinda nervous 🥺 i read your guidelines so i think im okay but if not you don’t have to answer!

but i just been thinking about our boy rhett being best friends with the reader who’s kinda a tomboy but when he sees them dressed like a buckle bunny he kinda goes feral 😝 i be having thots about this man

hey dear anon!! <33

firstly, thank you so much for reading my guidelines before!! i greatly appreciate it and i’m very grateful 🥹 and secondly, please don’t be nervous my dear anon!! i promise you this is a safe space and i absolutely adore this thot you have!! it’s true, we do be having thots about this man 😌

i’m picturing rhett has always been your best friend since high school. seeing as you were a tomboy and weren’t afraid to get down and dirty, rhett spent most of his chaotic teenage years with you causing havoc. furthermore, you were there when he would train for the rodeo and at every show supporting him from the sidelines. sure, he always found you attractive, but the bond you had was too good to risk.

it wasn’t until your friends birthday came around and they somehow convinced you to dress up as a buckle bunny for one night and one night only. rhett’s sat at the edge of your bed as he offered to drive you to town for the night.

“don’t say anything!” you call out to him from the bathroom where you’re getting changed. you enter the door way of your bedroom and rhett’s face immediately lights up to a mix of shock, amusement and something else you can’t quite detect.

“rhett! i can see that look on your face. stop it. do i look silly?” your protest leaves rhett holding up his hands in defeat and he gets up from your bed, taking a few steps back to admire you in full. his eyes are raking over your bare thighs, the soft curve of your shoulders and your breasts that are peeking out from the top. his bottom lip his held in between his teeth and you narrow your gaze at him. he still hasn’t said anything.

“rhett?”

“fucking hell, you look insane.”

his tone and gaze on your figure sends a heat to your lower belly and you blush like an idiot.

“what? seriously?”

“yes. if you don’t get anyone tonight, please promise to call me up and i’ll take you home.”

rhett’s tone is half joking, but you can tell it’s also laced with a hint of sincerity.

giggling so hard rn!! thank you so much for this incredible thot my dear anon!! 💌💖

[rhettabbotts]

no no listen, you're feeling so anxious and upset and you need rhett but not like That, you just need him and you don't know how to voice it, how to say you don't want to fuck but you need him. so you're on your knees and you're pawing at him and begging to have him in your mouth. and at first he soothes you with his fingers, but when he sees how calm it makes you, he's quick to push his jeans down and offer his cock. you take it in your mouth and immediately, you relax. your mind goes blank and your anxiety melts away. rhett lets you stay like that until you grow sleepy and you can hardly keep your eyes open.

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rhett could tell from the moment he walked through the door something was off. your shoulders were tense as you stirred the pasta you were having for dinner and he could see the slight tremble in your hands even from where he stood at the kitchen threshold.

“honey?” his voice came out in a hushed tone, like he was talking to a skittish calf. he didn’t want to startle you, didn’t want to make things worse than they seemingly were.

you took in a deep breath and turned around, tears already leaving track marks down your cheeks. your bottom lip wobbled and he couldn’t take it anymore. he crossed the kitchen floor in just a few steps, long strides carrying him until he had you enveloped in his embrace.

“c’mon, let’s get you to the couch.”

he didn’t let go of you once, holding you close to him as sobs wracked through your body. he questions what’s wrong but you won’t say. instead, you slide away from his arms and into the floor, kneeling at his feet.

“what do you need?”

“you. just- i need something to turn my brain off. please, sir.”

sir.

it hit him like a ton of bricks and he knew right then what you needed. your nails scratched lightly across his thighs through the denim and your eyes begged him to do something, anything. he caressed your face with his fingers, earning a small whine from you. you turned your head to press a kiss to his palm and he pulled at your pouty lip with his thumb.

testing the waters, he slid his index finger into your warm mouth. he could see your whole body relax instantly, all stress seeping out of your bones just from one finger. he slid a second, and then a third into the wet channel. your tongue swirled around the digits, nipping at the tips.

rhett was rock hard in his jeans and he knew by your whimpers that you wanted more, needed more. his free hand fumbled gracelessly with his belt buckle and zipper. he maneuvered his hips so he could slid his pants and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out. your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

his fingers fell from your mouth, a trail of spit following. you wrapped your lips around the pink tip, sliding down to the hilt. and that was where you stayed. just holding him in your mouth until your brain was fuzzy. rhett placed his hand on the back of your head, not pushing you, but knowing you needed it to ground you.

you don’t know how long you stayed like that. drool was pooling out of the corners of your mouth and your jaw was sore but you felt lighter. the weight of the day nearly gone. your eyes started to get heavy, feeling completely relaxed on your knees for your boyfriend.

he tugged on your hair, pulling you out of your sleeplike state. you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock as you moved off him, feeling satiated and light. you smiled sweetly up at rhett and he smiled back, that lopsided grin you loved so much.

he helped you back up onto the couch, tucking himself back into his jeans even though he was still hard. he knew it wasn’t for him, and that’s what you appreciated about him. he knew your needs and what to do to help. he pressed a kiss to your temple before getting up to grab you a glass of water and a wet dish towel to clean your ruined makeup off your face.

“thank you,” you said, voice a little hoarse.

“i got you, babygirl. always. you wanna talk about it now?”

you shook your head no, not ready to face the feelings you had quite yet.

“that’s okay. how about you go up and shower while i finish up dinner and then we’ll watch a movie before bed?”

rhett was so soft and gentle with you. he pressed a small kiss to your lips and pulled you into a tight hug.

“i love you. no matter what. always gonna be here for you.”

and if you knew one thing was for certain, it was that.

[filmtv2022]

By Your Side: Chapter Thirteen (18+ Minor DNI) 

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Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Reader & platonic!Perry x Reader 

Chapter Summary: Rhett & Y/N ride the waves that come in the aftermath of the past few days. Amy yet again finds herself dealing with the school bullies, but Y/N has an idea of how to help the little girl manage her own sadness. A beautiful night with family, unfortunately, gives way to yet another issue fueled by what happened with Perry, Rhett & Trevor at the Pit Bar. Y/N is forced to bring Royal into the fold as things swell beyond her and Rhett’s control. 

Summary: Returning to Wabang was never something that Y/N had planned on, but with the loss of her father leaving her the sole owner of her family’s farm she must go back. Time spent at home forces Y/N to face the people she left behind. Will Y/N be able to navigate the murky waters of her past and present as the lines between them blur? 

Warnings: SMUT (steamy scene incoming right at the beginning with more spice throughout) + language + night terrors + Anxiety 

A/N: Sorry this one is so long. I couldn’t figure out a good place to stop it and really wanted to make sure we got to sit in all of these moments with the Abbotts & the reader. Thanks for all of your support and for waiting a few extra days for this one. 

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Wanting to give you time to rest, Ceci didn’t bother waking you and Rhett before church. Ushering the others out of the house as quietly as possible, she left a note on the table letting you know that they would be back later after they finished up at church, and got the grocery shopping done. Shielding your eyes from the light, you rolled back into Rhett’s side. During the night you’d moved away to give yourself space to stretch out. Sliding over you rested your head in the crook of his shoulder, drawing featherlight patterns with your fingertips on the exposed skin of his chest. Humming in appreciation, Rhett reached for your hand, holding it still.

“Mornin’. How ya’ feeling? ” He mumbled softly, his eyes still half-lidded with sleep.

“Good, actually got some sleep last night. How about you?”

“I’m wakin’ up with you in my arms… can’t think of anything that could make this better.”

“Nothing? Hmmm… I might have a few ideas of what could make this better.”

Pushing up onto your elbow, you brushed your lips over the tattoo on his pec. Your tongue traced delicately along the lines, while your other slipped from his grasp and began to wander, grazing temptingly over his inner thigh. Rhett sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of your hand on him. Letting your lips move freely, you left a trail of love bites from the hollow of his neck to the waistband of his boxers. 

Groaning, Rhett reached for you, pulling your lips to his with a needy hand in your hair. Swinging your leg over his waist you leaned down to deepen the kiss, your tongue toying with his as he gripped tightly onto your hip with his other hand. Moaning into Rhett’s mouth as he pressed you down, you could feel him sitting hot on the inside of your thigh. Swirling your hips, you searched for the friction you so greatly desired. You broke the kiss just long enough to peel off your shirt and let it fall to the ground. Mirroring you, Rhett sat up too and scooted back to lean against the headboard, taking you with him. Adjusting you so that you were seated perfectly on top of him, he kneaded your breasts in his hands, chasing your moans with his lips. Pulling you closer, he mouthed at the soft flesh of your chest, soothing his bites with tender kisses. 

Tipping your head back, Rhett moved his attention to your neck finding the spot that sent chills down your spine. 

“Rhett, please…”

“Tell me what you want baby.” 

“Touch me.”

Rhett ran his hand along your inner thigh, the feeling of his calloused fingers on your sensitive skin was intoxicating. Brushing along your clothed core, he searched for more delicious noises from you. Sliding your hand into Rhett’s hair you tugged on the soft strands as he finally gave you what you were searching for so desperately. Finding your lips again, he licked into your mouth as he dipped into your core, his fingers wet with your slick. The sound of heavy breathing lewdly filled the room adding to the lust that ran in electric waves through you both. 

Wanting more you reached between you and Rhett, fumbling with the waist of his boxers. Stopping his previous ministrations to help you out,  he smirked as you whimpered at the loss of his touch. Leaning to the side, he opened the drawer of the nightstand, searching for a condom in its depths. Finding one, he tore open the wrapper quickly, sucking air through his teeth as he rolled it on. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” 

Holding you by your hips, he guided you down onto him. Thrusting his hips up, a filthy moan ripped from Rhett, the feeling of you around him left him almost speechless. Falling forward, you tried to tuck your face into the side of his neck, but he wouldn’t let you. Taking you by the back of the neck, he brought your face in front of him, your breath warm against his already flush skin.

“Look at me baby.” 

Your eyes snapped to his, as more luscious sounds tumbled from both of you. Whispering obscene encouragements, he let his hand drift between you, settling where you needed him the most. The feeling of him touching you there made you jolt. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” 

The two of you continued like this, searching for your high together. Thrusting up to meet one final drop of your hips, Rhett felt you tumble over the edge. He followed soon after, slowing down as he worked you both through your climaxes. Digging into your hips, he rested you in his lap for a moment while he caught his breath. Your arms looped around his neck, foreheads pressed together as your muscles relaxed.

You practically purred against his lips as you spoke, “Told you there was something that could make it better.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your comment. The fact that you were even able to think straight after what had just happened was incredibly impressive. Pressing his lips to yours, he tightened his grip on you and flipped you over, his body finding a home in the space between your legs. Lowering himself, Rhett pulled you in for a lazy kiss.

The two of you spent the next several minutes reveling in the fact that you were able to share this time together. Seeing your chest finally stop heaving, Rhett rolled off of you and stood from the bed. Heading to the bathroom, he quickly cleaned himself up and grabbed a warm rag for you. Making his way back into the bedroom, he tenderly took care of you, dropping the cloth into the laundry basket before helping you get dressed. The rest of the morning flew by as the two of you let the world turn without you. 

The rest of the Abbott crew returned after tackling church and the grocery store. Amy was instantly flying through the house exchanging her church for hiking clothes. Skidding back into the living room she practically begged you and Rhett to go for a hike. Seeing no reason not to go, the two of you joined her for a short hike before dinner. The sunset cast a golden hue over everything it touched. Amy ran slightly ahead, as you and Rhett mozied behind, chatting about his next competition. Checking the time, the three of you decided to turn around a little before the destination Amy had in mind. 

The little girl had already made it into the kitchen for dinner by the time you and Rhett made it back to the front porch. The clomp of your boots sounded loudly on the wood of the front porch as you reached for the door handle. Joining the rest of his family at the table, the mood of the room was already off kilter by the time you took your seat. Royal was so lost in thought that he didn’t even react when Amy asked him a question, while Perry plowed through multiple beers in one meal. 

Finishing up your food, you didn’t even bother offering to clean, your frustration boiling over. Turning to Amy you offered to help her get her stuff around for school the next day. Clearly, on the verge of frustrated tears herself, Amy hopped up from her chair and took off for her room. Pausing to give Rhett a kiss, you followed behind her, pushing the partially open door out of the way, you found her rummaging around. Grabbing her backpack, you shoved the folders on her desk inside, watching as she set out the clothes she wanted to wear tomorrow. Double checking she had everything back in her bag, the two of you continued on with your nightly routine. Rhett ducked his head into his niece’s room as you tucked her into bed. Begging him for more stories about her mother, he couldn’t help but oblige. 

With Amy fast asleep, you and Rhett made your way out of the room, trying hard not to let the floor creak under your weight. Parting ways temporarily, you headed to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Setting your phone face down on the counter away from the sink, you turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Gathering water in your hands you leaned over, trying not to splash as you blindly dampened your face. Taking only a minute or two, you dried your face on a towel from under the sink before hanging it from the same hook Rhett’s was on. Reaching for your toothbrush you heard your phone vibrate on the hard surface. Your heart sank at the sound. Dropping your toothbrush back into the cup, you snatched it up, glancing quickly at the screen. An immense weight lifted off your shoulders when you realized that it was just a push notification from an app. Trying to relax, you continued on with the rest of your routine, but the panic had rushed in lightning-fast, taking hold of your nervous system. Your hands still shook lightly as you finished up and headed to bed. 

Slipping into the room, you hopped into bed as quickly as possible, not wanting Rhett to notice how shaken up you were. Tucking you into his chest, Rhett rested his hand on your stomach. Feeling his breathing even out into the deep waves of sleep, you found yourself slipping under, anxiety still ringing in the corners of your mind as you drifted off. 

…..........

That night at the diner… Rhett kneeled before you as the world crashed down on top of you, blurred with the last time you’d seen James. The bright lights of the restaurant gave way to the dim living room you’d once shared with him, and the searing pain of the glass cutting into your skin consumed your thoughts. You could once again feel the blood, your blood, pooling hot and sticky beneath you as you waited to call for the ambulance. The distant voices of the EMTs as they worked around were lost in your struggle to hold on, slipping back into consciousness only for a few moments at a time. The enclosed space of the ambulance gave way to the sterile lights of an ER. The ripping pain that ran through you lessened as the cold crept through every inch of your body. Feeling your last foothold on this world fall away, the numbness masked the agony, and your vision faded completely as you let yourself go. The drone of the heart monitor rang like a death toll, mixed with the bone-chilling timber of his voice… “I told you not to run.” 

Rhett felt your body jerk upright out of his arms, a strangled scream tore from your chest as you crashed back into reality. Your breathing came in ragged gasps as you sobbed, your heart beating out of your chest. Pulling your legs into your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs as you buried your face into your knees. Startling awake, Rhett immediately snapped to attention, pulling himself up to sit with you. Placing his hand on your back he felt you tense under his touch before slumping into his side. Your tears caught on the already damp neckline of your sweat-soaked sleep shirt. Holding you close, Rhett felt the shivers racking your body, the tremors caused not only because of the chill of the room, but also the aftershocks of your adrenaline falling away. Adjusting his position, he laid back down on the bed, taking you with him, your back flush with his chest just as you had been before. Pulling the covers back over you both once you were settled. His lips brushed a soft kiss over your shoulder as he felt your body relax back into him. True sleep evaded both of you as a bottomless void of emotional weariness consumed your thoughts. 

…

The hustle and bustle of a weekday morning floated through the house as the rest of the Abbott family started their day. The slamming of the doors, followed by the grumble of trucks backing out of the driveway was in high contrast to the silence that settled over the house. Turning over you tucked your head under Rhett’s chin, his lips pressing into the top of your head as he fixed his grip on your body. 

“I’m sorry.” Your words barely more than a whisper.

Leaning his head back just enough to look down at your face, Rhett stared at you with confusion as he spoke, “You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry about sweetheart.”

You started to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss. 

“There is nothing to be sorry about.” Each word was slow and deliberate, his hand cupped your face as his thumb swept along your cheekbone. 

Feeling wetness collect on his thumb, Rhett leaned down again to capture your lips. Running his hand down your back he felt the muscles still stiff under your skin. Wanting to help you relax, he got up from the bed, reassuring you that he’d be right back before heading to the bathroom. Turning on the water in the shower, he let it warm up before pushing the stopper down into the drain. Filling the tub, he added some body wash under the running water, the bubbles creating a light layer on top as the level rose. 

Not wanting it to overflow, he turned off the faucet and headed back into his room. Peeling back the covers, he helped you sit up, your legs hanging over the edge of the bed for a moment before he took your hands and pulled you up. Shuffling your way into the bathroom, Rhett locked the door behind you, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he gently pushed you back against the door. Kissing you tenderly, his hand drifted up your side under your shirt, sweeping along the soft skin under your breast. 

Sliding back down, he gripped the bottom of your shirt, slipping it off over your head as carefully as he could. Tossing it away, he hastily took off his own, letting it join yours next to the sink on the floor. Stepping back into your space, he traced the delicate curves of your body. Taking his time he kissed over your exposed skin, Kneeling down he mouthed along the top of your thighs, the cotton of your underwear felt smooth in his grip as he dragged them down your legs. 

Standing back up, Rhett took off his boxers, letting them pool around his feet as he guided you to the tub. Stepping in first, he helped you in before easing himself down into the water, pulling you with him as he went. Settling you between his strong legs, his left arm circled around your waist while the reached for your hand which was resting on his right knee. Falling back into his chest, you held his hand to your body as he continue to place silky kisses along the top of your shoulder. Your breaths came in sync the longer you sat together. 

… 

Time passed in a blurry haze. Anxiety-filled nightmares plagued your mind frequently over the coming days, each one leaving you feeling more depleted than the last. Your body ached from the lack of sleep. Never leaving your side, Rhett held you through every attack, his presence acting as the only anchor during the darkest moments. With the days bleeding into one another, the nightly dinners with the rest of the family tethered you both to the rest of the world & its problems. 

… 

Standing in the kitchen you gave the contents of the crockpot in front of you a quick stir as you watched Rhett work on your dad’s truck through the window. Placing the lid back on, you set the spoon you just used on the ceramic rest next to the stove. Slipping on your shoes, you joined Rhett outside, returning to the camping chair he’d put out for you earlier in the day.

“How’s it coming?”

“Uhmm… it’s comin’... not fast, but we’re gettin’ there. Probably gonna need-” 

Rhett wiped his hands on the oil-covered rag he’d hung over the edge of the hood. Turning to look at you as he continued, his words were interrupted by Perry pulling into the driveway. Amy was out of the vehicle and pounding towards the front door before you could even say hi, the sight of tears streaming down her face yanked you from your seat. Standing up, you follow behind Amy, throwing Rhett and Perry a look over your shoulder as you rushed away. 

Leaning against the hood of the truck, he turned to his brother, “What the hell was that Per?”

“It's those goddamn girls in her class again. They were at the diner after the rodeo… they’ve been sayin’ shit about Y/N all week. Callin’ her crazy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“ An’ Amy’d had enough today, she got detention for screaming at ‘em during lunch. The Principal called me into the school to talk about it all. I don’t even know what to tell ‘er Rhett. Having Y/N home’s the best thing that’s happened to her since…”

“I know.”

…

“Bug?” 

You peeked inside her room, not wanting to invade her space without announcing yourself. Pushing the door open, your eyes landed on the little girl’s bed, the covers lumped messily as she’d rushed to hide herself under them. You could hear her soft sobs as she buried her face into her pillow under her blanket. Joining her on the bed, you placed your hand on her back over the blanket, the worn cotton of the quilt felt soft under your fingers. 

“I’m here whenever you’re ready.”

Laying down on the bed next to Amy you tried to keep your mind from spinning out of control. Listening to the quiet of the house, you found that it was next to impossible to keep your anxiety from spiraling. The rustling of blankets being pulled back refocused on you the present. Turning on your side you found yourself face to face with Amy, her eyes red from crying.

“There you are.” Smiling sadly, you tucked an errant strand of her blonde hair back behind her ear.

“Girls at school were talkin’ about you.”

“Oh.”

“They were at the diner, and they… they saw what happened.”

You just nodded your head as you waited for her to gather her thoughts.

“They were callin’ you crazy, an’ they kept sayin’ that you were gonna run off and leave me… just like my mom”

Amy grew quiet, as you gained the strength to speak, the back of your throat tight with tears you fought to control. 

“Look at me, Bug.” You waited until her bright blue eyes found yours before continuing, “That’s not gonna happen, okay?”

Sitting up, you motioned for her to join you. Nuzzling into your side, Amy let her head rest on your shoulder. The two of you stayed like this until her tears stopped flowing. Reaching out you plucked a few tissues from the box on her nightstand and handed them to Amy. Looking down at her, an idea struck you.

“How ‘bout this? Why don’t we drag your dad and your uncle out for a night on the town, hmm? Dinner, ice cream?”

Giggling, she perked up a bit as she used the tissue to wipe her nose. 

“Ice cream before dinner?”

“Sounds good to me. Come on, let’s go tell the boys.”

Traipsing downstairs, you and Amy proposed your plan to Rhett and Perry who were now seated at the table drinking a beer. Simply happy to see his daughter smiling again, Perry quickly agreed to go along with the plan. Rhett couldn’t help but smile as he watched you and Amy head back out of the room to get dressed for your adventure. Amy peeled away to find something to wear as you did the same. Scrounging through your bag, you were thoroughly convinced that there was nothing until you felt your fingers close around the supple fabric. Grasping the dress in your hand, you extricated it from the depths of your bag.

Giving it a quick once over, it was clear that you’d need to pop it in the dryer for a few minutes to get rid of the wrinkles. Bopping back downstairs you tossed it in before turning around and heading back to brush your teeth and hair. By the time you were finishing in the bathroom, Rhett was making his way into the space to do the same, setting the shirt he was holding on the counter before picking up the bottle of Listerine. His left hand settled on your hip as he swished some mouthwash, the minty scent tinged with alcohol burned your nose. Shifting out of the way slightly, you leaned back on the counter as he spat into the sink. You could see the concern in his eyes as his gaze found yours. 

“What’s got you worried now, Rhett?”

“It’s nothin’, Y/N.” 

“That’s not true. Clearly, something’s bothering you.”

Inhaling slowly he worked up the courage to speak.

“What if he shows up again? It’s just… don’t you think it's odd that he hasn’t tried to contact you since that night? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Nothing about this makes sense, but I can’t live the rest of my life holed up waiting for the other shoe to drop. Besides, I think it’d do Amy and I both some good to get out of this house for a while.” 

Nodding his head, the grave look in his eyes settled deeper. It wasn’t that you didn’t share many of the same reservations, but given what Amy had been dealing with… and all because of you… your mind was already made up. She deserved the opportunity to just be a kid for once. 

Giving him a quick kiss, you left to go get dressed. The warmth of the dryer still clung to your dress as you slipped it on over your head, the heat encasing your body deliciously for a few moments before dissipating into the air.  Looking in the mirror, you decided to forgo wearing a bra seeing as the thin straps of the dress did little to conceal the undergarment. Unhooking your bra, you slid it off without removing the dress, tossing it on top of the dresser. Taking another look in the mirror you smoothed your hands over the front of your dress, admiring the delicate pattern of daisies that decorated the greyish-blue cotton. Returning to your bag, you felt the slit running down the left thigh part as you bent down to put on the flats you’d found hiding in the midst of your clothes. Trying hard not to lose your balance as you put on your shoes, you didn’t hear Rhett come into the room. 

“Goddamn.”

Turning around you found Rhett leaning against the door frame, undressing you with his eyes. A small smirk pulled at the corner of your lips as you returned the favor. The blue of his shirt complimented his eyes perfectly, the brim of his hat casting a small shadow over his face. 

“Like what ya see?”

Taking a few confident strides, he made his way over to you, his hands falling to your waist and the back of your neck. The hand on your waist raked down to your ass, his fingers digging in as he backed you up into the nearest wall. A small huff escaped as you hit the firm surface, his hand moved to the back of your thigh as he hiked your leg around his hip. The slit allowed the fabric to fall away as he ran his hand along the side of your leg. 

“So beautiful.”

Leaning down his lips found yours, your mouths working in time with one another, tongues exploring as your hands roamed over his chest, snaking around to feel his strong back. The taste of his mouthwash filled your nose as you continued. Using your strength, you yanked him closer, the motion forced a breathy moan from him. In the back of your head, you knew this was risky, Amy was just down the hall, and the bedroom door was only partially closed, but neither of you could bring yourself to care. Painting down your neck with kisses, Rhett groaned as he reached the exposed swell of your breast.

“Fuck” 

The hand that had been in your hair, slid down your neck, pushing the strap to the side as he kissed between your breasts, the top of the dress fell down to expose more of your chest. Waves of lust thrummed through your body, clouding your judgment as your back arched from the wall seeking more. A sudden sharp knock on the wall next to the door followed by Perry’s gruff voice tore you and Rhett apart lightning quick.

“Eat now, sex later. We’re leaving in five.” 

Breaking his contact with your chest, Rhett adjusted the hat on his head as he chuckled. Smiling up at him, he looked deep into your eyes as he set your leg down and fixed the strap of your dress. Giving you a quick peck on the lips, he stood up, and let you finish fixing your outfit as he did the same. Grabbing the jacket he’d let you borrow the other day, he draped it over your shoulders. Not wanting to keep Amy waiting, you and Rhett made your way to the living room where you knew she’d be waiting. 

“You ready, Bug?”

“Yup!” Looking up from her spot on the couch, her smile grew wide.

Amy joined you and Rhett as you headed for the front door. Perry wasn’t far behind and caught up with you three as you approached the trucks. Taking a minute, the four of you decided where to head first. Parroting Amy’s vote for ice cream before dinner, the four of you took off for the local ice cream stand. The drive into town was peaceful, quiet country music played over the radio as Rhett’s hand rested on your thigh, his grip sliding higher the longer the drive went on. You could feel eyes flick over to you every so often.

“Eyes on the road, cowboy. I don’t want to have to explain to the cops that we got into an accident because you couldn’t control yourself.” 

He could hear the humor in your voice as you placed your hand on top of his, holding it in place on your leg.

“Sweetheart, I ride bulls for a living… I promise you that we’re not gonna get in an accident.” 

Turning his hand over, he grabbed yours and pulled it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand before returning to your leg, only slightly higher up this time. Letting your head fall back, you watched Rhett as he drove, the scruff of his beard catching the setting sun beautifully. His hand never left you for the rest of the ride. 

…

The night with Amy and the boys flew by, the weight that had settled over everyone lifted in earnest. Perry laughed with his daughter, the two looked perfectly happy in one another’s company in a way you hadn’t seen since coming back home. And even Rhett, you had been on high alert since leaving the house, seemed to relax a little, though he was always within reaching distance of you. As the night wore on, you could see Amy’s eyes grow heavy with fatigue. Seeing her yawns grow more frequent, Perry asked for the bill and paid. 

“How ‘bout this? Why don’t you and I go back home, and watch a movie before bed?” 

Perry’s question was met with a stunned expression from Amy. The blank stare gave way to the brightest smile as she realized what he was offering. 

“Does that sound good?” Perry prompted seeking affirmation that he’d said the right thing. 

“Yeah!” 

Amy practically sprang from her seat as soon as the waitress returned with Perry’s credit card. Giving Amy a hug, you followed them out, watching as the father-daughter duo made their way back to the truck. Rhett stood behind you, tipping his head down to whisper into your ear. 

“I know we’ve already had dinner, but let me take you on that date I promise.”

Turning around to face him, he could feel your palms slide up his arms and onto his chest.

“Okay. And what did you have in mind?” 

“Drinks,” his lips brush yours, “some flirting,” another brush, “some kissing,” he mouthed hungrily at your lips this time as his hands held you firmly by the waist, “and maybe a room at the hotel to top off the evening. How’s that sound?” 

“I’d like that very much.” 

He could feel your smile on his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tip toes to deepen the embrace. Dropping back on your heels, you laced your fingers with his and started off in the direction of the Handsome Gambler. 

…

The guests at the Handsome Gambler were getting rowdy as the night progressed, but that didn’t seem to matter to Rhett as he sat close to you in one of the booths toward the back of the bar. Pressed into his right side, you were practically sitting on his lap as your left leg was pulled over his legs, his hand mapping the back of your thigh as you let yourselves get a touch carried away with one another. Things slowed down when you heard the murmur of other people's voices filling in the booth next to you. Neither you nor Rhett minded a little bit of risk, but after everything that happened at the diner, you didn’t feel like giving the gossip mill that is Wabang any more fuel. Simmering down, most of the night from there on out centered around light conversation, focusing mainly on what you'd missed during your time away, but as Rhett sipped away at his latest beer of the night, things shifted.

“Do you think you’d ever go back? To school I mean.”

“Not sure. One thing I do know is that we’ve gotta get the hell out of this town. Soon rather than later or it's gonna be the death of us.” 

Rhett hummed in agreement. He knew you were right, and he wanted that too, but figuring out how to make that a reality… well that seemed to grow trickier the longer he thought about it. Reaching out with his right arm to grab his beer, he felt a sharp shooting pain radiate up from his wrist. Unable to hide his reaction, you shifted to get a better look at him.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just my damn wrist.”

Sliding his hand into his jacket pocket, you could hear the bottle of pills rattle as he pulled it out. 

“What you got there?”

“Oh, painkillers.” 

“You gotta be careful with those, Rhett.”

“Oh, yeah. I know it. I know it.” 

Twisting the cap off, he dumped a couple onto the table before picking them up and popping them into his mouth, following them with a swig of his drink. He grew quiet for a moment, his eyes holding your own in his infinite blue stare.

“You wanna dance with me?”

“Since when can you dance?”

“Well, I’m not drunk. An’ I’m willin’ to try for you.”

You gave him a hard stare as you contemplated dancing with him in the packed bar. 

“Come on, let me dance with my girl.” 

Rhett stood up and reached for your hand, helping you out of the booth. Letting his hand go you situated your dress as it had shifted severely out of place during the heavy petting you and Rhett had been occupied with earlier. And that’s when you felt it, a massive weight slammed into your shoulder, knocking you off balance. Not even glancing back the man called a weak apology back at you. 

“Whoa, hey. Hey, hey. Where are you going, pal? I think you owe somebody an apology.”

Rhett had the man by his arm, the look in his eyes growing more deadly by the second.

“It’s all right, Rhett. I’m fine.”

“Do yourself a favor son, and sit back down. I told her I was sorry.” 

“Well, tell her again.”

“I’m not much for repeatin’ myself.”

The other man shoved Rhett away as he spoke.

“Well, let’s change that” 

Rocking forward Rhett tried to lunge at the man, but the alcohol he’d consumed impaired his movement causing him to stumble back into the edge of the table you’d been sitting at. 

“Just give me a second, hold on a second here. Wait, wait. Hey.”

The stranger just walked away, not willing to bother with Rhett whose drinks were finally catching up with him now that he was standing. You couldn’t help, but laugh a little at his actions. You hated that he’d consumed so much alcohol, but you loved the fact that he was ready and willing to defend your honor… even if he’d ended up making a fool of himself in the process.

“You okay, there?”

Leaning with one hand on the table, Rhett’s hair fell into his face as he looked at you. Sweeping it back out of his eyes, you waited for his response.

“You impressed yet?”

“Let’s get you out of here.” 

Picking up his hat, he placed it on his head as you looped your arm around his, leading him out of the bar. 

“Let’s get me out of here.”

Outside the wave of the cool night air that hit you both was a welcome change from the stuffy bar. The scent of the stale beer cleared from your nose as you took a few deep breaths. 

“For what’s it worth, I would’ve still taken that guy.”

“Oh, yeah, anyone could see that.” 

Sarcasm dripped from your words as you paused on the sidewalk, Rhett’s hold on you shifting to drag you closer. 

“How ‘bout that hotel room you promised early? Is that still on the agenda for tonight?”

“Yeah, but there’s one thing I wanna do before we go.”

“And what’s that?”

“This.”

Tipping his hat up with two fingers, Rhett cupped the side of your neck with his hand, his lips finding a home on yours immediately. The caress was gentle at first, growing needier as he turned you around and walked you back into the side of the bar. His right hand steadied himself on the wall above your head, while his left grasped at your waist. Threading your arm behind his back, you pulled him closer, a sharp exhale fell from Rhett as he moved further into your space. Letting your hands roam, you threaded your fingers through his hair, your tongue running along his lips asking for more. Focused on the sensation of his body pressed against yours, you forgot where you were until the wolf whistles yanked you out of the moment. Rhett’s lips continued to move with yours as you tried to slow down.

“Okay. Mmm.” Your breath came in quick pants as you broke away, his hand sliding up to hold your face near his as he caught onto the change.

“Come on, Rhett. Let’s go get that room.”

“All right.” His voice was hardly more than a whisper as he gave you another peck on the lips.

“Shit. I left your jacket inside. Why don’t you go start the truck while I get it?”

You could see the hesitation on his face.

“It’ll be okay, Rhett. I’m just goin’ in to get the jacket.”

“Okay.”

Giving him another kiss, you pushed him away gently, forcing him to head to the truck. Turning away, you made your way back into the bar. Getting the coat took a touch longer than expected as someone had already turned it into the bartender when they took the booth you two had been in before. A few minutes later you were out the door with the coat in hand, but what you saw sent panic rushing through your veins. Rhett was standing next to one of the Sheriff’s squad cars. You recognized the deputy who was right by his side helping him into the back of the vehicle. 

“What the hell is goin’ on here?”

Your words cut like a knife through the quiet night air, stopping both Rhett and the Deputy in their tracks. When neither one responded right away you asked your question again.

“I said, what the hell is goin’ on here?”

“You’re man was pissing on the back of my car.”

“Jesus Christ, Rhett. You can’t be serious.” 

He didn’t say anything, finding it wiser to keep his mouth shut. 

“Mark, come on, he’s drunk. Let me drive him home okay. I’ve only had one beer, and that was hours ago.” 

“No can do Y/N. He’s gonna have to come with me.”

“Fine. I’ll follow behind, and I’ll take him home when you're done.” 

“Can’t let ya do that either, not with everything that’s going on right now. It’ll have to be an immediate family member that picks him.”

“That’s not the fuckin’ law Mark, and you know it. You’re just makin’ shit up now.”

Rhett spoke for the first time since you came back with the jacket.

“Y/N, stop. Just take my keys, and go home.” He paused for a moment as he considered his next words, “Tell my dad what’s goin’ on, and I’ll call him when I can.” 

“But, Rhett this is bullshit, he can’t-”

“I know, but right now he is.”

“Fine.”

You walked over to Rhett, and plucked the keys from his jacket pocket, turning away before you could make things worse with another ill-advised comment. You watched as the squad car pulled away in the opposite direction. The engine idled loudly as you composed yourself enough to drive. 

…

Back at the Abbott ranch you tried to take a few calming breathes before entering the house, but nothing helped settle your nerves. Flinging the front door open, you pounded around the corner into the kitchen. There you found Royal and Ceci sitting at the table, a pot of coffee sat between them, steam floating out of their freshly poured cups. The look of alarm on your face was enough to cause even Royal worry. Setting his mug down on the table he opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. 

“It’s Rhett. They’ve got ‘em down at the station.”

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Kicking off her shoes as she entered the house, a sigh of relief left Y/N’s lips at the feeling of the cool wood floor under her feet before she noticed how quite the house was.

“Rhett?” She called out, waiting a few minute for the response that never came, she furrowed her brows as a muffled sound came from up the staircase.

Making her way up the stairs she slowly realized the muffled noise was the sound of her record player as ‘One Summer Night’ by The Danleers drifted thought the air. Reaching the top of the stairs, Y/N tiptoed her way to the bedroom as the music grew louder. When she entered the bedroom she saw how the bathroom door was cracked open and the light that came from the door was dim.

As quietly as she could, Y/N pushed open the door and leaned against the frame when she was met with the sight of Rhett lounged back into their claw-foot bathtub, a rag thrown over his eyes and a stemless wineglass of what she could only assume to be Rosé in his hand as sudsy pomelo scented bunked swirled around his naked torso.

“I thought you didn’t drink wine?” Y/N called out after a few minutes causing Rhett to jump from his trance like state as the rag fell into the water.

Looking between Y/N and the wineglass his mouth opened and closed like I fish before he found his words “listen… When you get stuck with my Ma after book club, you learn to appreciate things” he hummed.

Shaking her head with a smile Y/N motioned to the tub “got room for one more?”

He smirked setting the wineglass in the windowsill next to the tub “for you Darlin’? There’s always room”

how did I miss this???!! Tumblr is setting me up for failure, BUT ANYWHOOO

Rhett's blue eyes would watch her the whole time as she strips down to nothing in front of him. He originally had every intention of just relaxing with her in the bath, but the second he sees her naked, and the tattoo of his name on her hip, his plan of relaxation is thrown out the window.

"C'mere, sweetheart," Rhett grumbles and hold's his hand out for her to take. She gently steps into the warm bath and situates herself between his legs. She sighs as his arms drape themselves over her and he places a kiss on her shoulder.

"This is nice," Y/N says and Rhett hums, running his hands up and down her legs, "We should do this more often."

"Mhm," He says again as his hands find her thighs. She sighs as he spreads them, and she gently grabs his chin and pulling him down for a kiss. Rhett's hand between her thighs found her clit with ease, starting to draw slow deliberate circles, his other hand skims up her body, finding her breast, groping it softly.

"Rhett," She moans out.

"What do you want? Use your words," He says and moves his lips to her jaw.

"Fuck me, please."

"Nah, nah," Rhett asks and shakes his head, "I'm gonna make love to ya."

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ITS FERAL RHETT HOURS TODAY LADIES N GENTS