#and rhett's PECKS

[jula483]

the aftermath !!!

[lallyloo]

[beachbabey]

teenage dirtbag!rhett would've loved Bronco, i said what i said

[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane 32 - Sneak Peek

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“Do you have plans for tonight?”

Rhett hummed. “I have a plan that includes you and a bed, does that count?”

You let out a giggle, pecking him on the lips.

“There’s this party, we're celebrating the end of the midterms,” you said. “Do you want to come with me?”

“Well, there’s no way I’m leaving you alone at a party,” he stated. “Sure thing, I can tag along.”

“Yay!”

“Before that though, have you—” he started but his phone started vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and took it to his ear.

“Yeah?” he asked while you absentmindedly pulled his gun out of his waistband to check the magazine, humming a song to yourself. “Yeah, no, I had to cut the meeting short. Our usual guys are dealing with the clean up.”

You counted the bullets, then slid the magazine back to its place while Rhett stroked his thumb over your knee, coaxing another giggle out of you.

“Great, thanks,” he said and hung up, making you look up at him as he took the gun from you.

“You’re missing a bullet.”

“It’s inside a guy’s skull as we speak,” he muttered, leaning in to brush his lips against yours and you cupped his cheek, heaving a sigh when he pulled back.

“Have you eaten yet?”

“I had like three energy drinks,” you said as he tilted his head to shoot you a look. “What, it’s the midterms week!”

“Let’s have lunch in bed then.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing, Rhett.”

“Should be a thing,” he mused, dragging his fingertips up your leg, making you swat at his hand.

“We’re in public!” you reminded him, making him chuckle. “Anyways, what are we eating then?”

“You’re eating whatever you want and I’m eating you out.”

You tried to ignore the fire spreading over your face as your jaw dropped.

“Very romantic—” you started but you were cut off when his phone started vibrating again, making him grit his teeth before answering.

“What, dickhead?” he snapped. “I’m with my girl, the fuck do you want?”

“Be nice!”

[attapullman]

Handsome Cowboy | B.F. + R.A.

Summary: An innocent trip for bread turns into meeting your boyfriend's doppelganger you can't get over.

Word Count: 470

Warnings + Notes: 18+ only mdni, gn!reader, smut mentions. This is the ending for a much longer fic that I ended up not loving, but a lil jealous Bob is such a treat I still wanted to share. It's like a baby fic with zero context 🤷‍♀️

The market feels like it’s all a dream as you make your way back to the parking lot. So similar, but so different. It’s not until you’re steps from the door that Bob points out you forgot the bread. He makes a mad dash back for it, politely waiting in line to pay behind some teenagers before joining you again. Your sweet boyfriend who packs you into the truck with a kiss to the temple before setting off to his parent’s house, bread on the console.

The entire drive home you can’t shut up about the handsome cowboy buying beer.

It blows your mind how similar Rhett looks to your Bobby. Still reeling at how their eyes are the exact matching shade of sapphire - Bob’s more mellow compared to Rhett’s storming gaze. The same broad shoulders, but a different swagger in their steps. Just as handsome as you, babe, you muse with a wink from the passenger seat. You amusedly make a joke about the sex appeal of cowboy hats and the tips of Bob’s ears turn vermilion.

However many miles later (long enough to talk about Rhett’s big silver buckle the entire length of a song on the radio) you’re finally back at Bob’s parent’s farm and sneaking through the back door like teenagers to not wake them. He places the bread in the cute little white bread box before tiptoeing upstairs with you. While sharing the guest bathroom to get ready for bed, you slide your hands around his waist from behind and peck Bob’s freckled shoulder. 

“Have you ever considered growing stubble?”

In the mirror, Bob gives you a look - as if the military would allow that - and goes back to brushing his teeth. He’s never seen you this worked up about someone who isn’t him and the jealousy is consuming. You’re fully riding this cowboy train. All starry-eyed and dreamy smiles while you finish washing your face and excuse yourself to the guest room. Feet swinging over the edge of the bed as you compare and contrast your sweet, clean cut WSO and the rough-around-the-edges bull rider you happened across. Part of the appeal is the cowboy’s ranch drawl, an accent that only comes out of your boyfriend on special occasions, like when he’s between your legs.

Your attention is diverted by a figure at the open door. Bob looks at you from his spot, face contemplative and serious behind his glasses, hip popped against the doorjamb in his checkered pajama bottoms. He isn’t sure this is going to work but he’s desperate. You smile at him, curious.

“One summer in high school I went to a rodeo and  bought some boots and a Stetson. They’re in the garage. If I put them on and make you cum, will you please stop talking about the handsome cowboy?”

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[delopsia]

Almost Ecstasy | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 4,100 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, age gap relationships (but no ages are explicitly mentioned), cunnilingus, first times together, unprotected sex, Rhett's got a filthy mouth, fluff. No plot, just smut. The title means nothing; I couldn't think of one and wound up naming it after the song I was listening to. Brief Summary: You've finally convinced your old cowboy to have sex with you.

There's a particular coziness to Rhett's bed that you can't find anywhere else; warm and inviting, a Wyoming king mattress that damn near swallows you up just from looking at it. But maybe there's more to it. Could it be the collection of plaid blankets snug around your body like a nest? The soft notes of leather from his chaps hanging on the rack, peppered with an indescribable, warm musk that belongs to the cowboy himself? 

Or maybe it's the way he's hovering over you right now. Chapped lips pressing wet kisses to your newly exposed nipple, loving on it until the bud hardens for him to curl his tongue around. The prickly scruff of his unshaven jaw tickling the sensitive skin there. Only serves to remind you of the way it felt against your chin when he kissed your swollen lips. 

Teeth lightly tug on your nipple, his pointed tongue working the very tip of it.

"Rhett!" You gasp, jolting. 

"Zonin' out on me again, sweetheart?" His abuse only stops long enough for him to tilt his head and wrap his lips around the other before it can begin to feel neglected. "Y' sure you're up to this t'night? We can try again—"

"No," fighting to keep yourself from blurting it out. 

Rhett's eyes lift, soft blues scanning your face, the wrinkles beneath them deepening as he squints. Searching for a shred of proof that you're not ready to take this any further. As if you would ever lie to him about something like this. 

"I want this," you whisper, an idle hand rising to curl through the curls resting at his nape. "I promise." 

That seems to get through to him. 

At the very least, it's got him leaning up to meet your parted mouth with a wet kiss, seeming to smile against you. Has only been a minute since he last nibbled on your bottom lip, that big hand stroking the side of your cheek, but it feels akin to the ones shared after days apart. Drawing the weight from your bones and filling your belly with butterflies. 

"Jus' don't wanna push ya, 's all," he murmurs, eyes seeming to smile as he draws away. 

Then he's dipping down once more. Kissing his way down your chest and across your shivering belly, hot tongue leaving a glistening trail in his wake as if he to help lead him back if he gets too lost in exploring your body. Calloused hands sliding down your naked sides, the perfect kind of rough drag to make your eyes flutter. Roaming down, down, down until his fingers can hook in the thin material of your underwear.

On their own, your hips lift. Thighs squeezing together as he draws the fabric past your knees, suddenly shy despite having been seen like this so many times before. Even more so as he eases his briefs off, discarding them somewhere near yours, the sight of his cock hidden by your leg.

The corner of Rhett's lip rises at the sight of you alone, already bending down to kiss the inside of your knee. Making his way up your thigh too fast and too slow, all at the same dizzying time. Long licks punctuated by chaste pecks, then pausing to suck a darkened mark into the flesh there. Has your hand idly tugging at his hair, unsure if you want more or less.

"Shouldn't let myself stay between your legs too long," he croons, thick lashes cascading his firey gaze, "might never leave." 

You don't think you'd mind that, actually. 

But now he's properly parting your legs to get a sight of you, and suddenly, that's the very last thing on your mind. The bedroom air feels too cold against your sex, but Rhett's hot breath melts it away like ice in a blazing fire. 

It's certainly not the first time you've felt his flattened tongue lick a fat stripe up your core, but it sure makes you jump like it is. Thighs already fluttering, trying to squeeze closed around his head. Unsure of how to react as he slowly draws his tongue up you, groaning all the while. 

His attention vanishes for a fleeting moment, "Fuck, 've missed this little pussy." And then he's back, spit-slicked lips wrapping around your rapidly swelling clit, the pointed tip of his tongue teasing it. Has your hips rising off the bed in an instant, chasing the fire of his sinful mouth. Saliva already beginning to pour down your inner thighs, always so fucking sloppy. 

Your head tilts back, pressing into the pillow. "Rhett," gasping for breath, "Rhett." 

The squeezing of your legs only seems to make him grunt, already pleased with his handiwork. "'s that how y' like it?" Talking directly into your cunt, deep words vibrating up your spine and rattling around your skull. "Me rubbin' you right here?" 

Speaking is already a foreign concept. Too focused on the way his skilled tongue massages against you. Has long since memorized the things that makes you tick. How the soft flicks across it make your hips try to rise off the bed, and the way that rolling the little button between his lips will end in your hand yanking on his hair. 

All too quickly, your silence is betraying you because now he's moving. Parting ways with your throbbing clit in favor of working lower. "Or would you rather..." All of a sudden, he's flattening his tongue against your entrance, teasing the rim, "I pay attention to this cute little hole?"

He's waiting for you to respond, but it's hard to when he's already pushing in. That wet, burning muscle opening you up, slowly working in and out of you, feeling the way your pussy tenses around those simple little motions. 

No, no, you can't remember how to talk at all. 

"Or do you want more than jus' my tongue?" Deep down, you know he's only asking it as a way to venture to the next step, but you're half-convinced that he's learned how to read exactly what's on your mind. Seems to know what you want better than you do yourself. 

Dumb, your head nods. "Uhuh."

It's far too easy to catch yourself regretting that because his mouth is leaving as quickly as it appeared. You can't even be upset with him; he needs to see what he's doing as he reaches into the empty expanse of the bed next to you. But his hand doesn't wrap around the newly opened bottle of lube; no, he bypasses it in favor of grabbing a pillow.

"Lift your hips for me, doll," and at his soft-spoken request, your hips rise. Just high enough for him to slip the soft pillow beneath them, propping you at the slightest incline. 

Such a simple addition, yet its effect might as well be drastic. Thighs seeming a little more sensitive as Rhett's rough palm slides between them, his generously lubed finger nearly making you jump when it rubs against your entrance. A teasing pressure you've felt a couple of times before but never seems to lose that overwhelming newness as it gently presses in.

Your lips part with a silent gasp. 

Oh.

"Yeah?" There's a sparkle in Rhett's eye as he looks up at you, the corner of his lip drawn up. Smug.

Taking his finger is easy; a soft glide, punctuated by the rough drag of his rough fingertip against a bundle of nerves that you forgot you had. It's unfair how he knows exactly where it lies. Gingerly testing it by curling his finger into it adds the slightest bit of pressure as he begins to draw it out, then pushes back in once more. 

The second one is already beginning to nudge into you, a delicate appearance that never progresses beyond that. Bumping into your drooling cunt with every shallow thrust of his hand, frustratingly teasing you with the idea of more.

Your foot swings. Smacking into Rhett's naked hip.

But all that does is earn a laugh out of him. "What's that s'posed to mean?" 

"Want more," you grumble, squirming down onto his hand, chasing the light strokes of his finger. 

He doesn't just give you another; he gives you two. The thick digits stretching you wide, calloused knuckles dragging in a delicious sort of way that has your legs trying to close. Trapping his big, warm hand against your core, still pumping in and out of you as much as the confined space will allow.

"There y' go," Rhett's almost cooing, so amused by the way you clench and squirm from his fingers. "Oughta make y' cum just like this."

Your eyebrows knit together, face scrunching as you shake your head back and forth. No, no, that's not what you want at all! You didn't spend all this time convincing him that he isn't going to break you, just for him to up and change his mind.

"No?" Playing coy, his hand stills, no longer giving you the attention you so desperately crave, and for a moment, your head stops spinning. "What, y'wantin' to cum 'round my cock instead?" 

For a split second, two frenzied thoughts slam into one another, sparking a singular sentence that makes its way to your tongue before you can realize what the words are. "Can you even get it up, old man?" There's a bite to it that surprises your own ears. 

And yet, Rhett's grin deepens, reaching for your hand and guiding it between your legs. Pressing your heated palm right against his heavy, leaking cock. "I know 'm older, but I ain't that much older, sugar." 

Your fingers wrap around him, neck straining to get a good look at what you're doing; how small he makes your hand look as it loosely glides up him. Smearing precum across his tip, watching how he seems to glisten in the golden glow of the bedside lamp. You've felt him before, have had him in your mouth, and felt the way he twitches when he cums down your throat, but this is different. 

Slow, he draws his hand away from your cunt, leaving you to clench hopelessly around air. But it's not for nothing. No, he wraps his still-wet fingers around yours, guiding you to hold him a little tighter. Properly stroking him in such a way that he sucks in a sharp breath.

"I sprout a few gray hairs 'n you treat me like I'm geriatric," he chuckles, and he's got a point, but all it does is draw your eyes back to his hair.

Small strands of silver mottled amongst a sea of deep brown, long enough to curl at the nape of his neck but never growing beyond that. A sort of rugged and unkempt that looks unintentional but is maintained with monthly trims by his own hands. Some speckles of gray even glisten in the stubble that seems to permanently cling to his jaw, no matter how frequently he shaves. 

A clean kind of rough. Only adding to the faint wrinkles beneath his eyes, the ones that deepen when he smiles, like right now. 

The tip of his cock bumps at your core. 

And you damn near jump up the bed. 

"Rhett!" 

"Zonin' out on me, again," punctuates the end of his grumbled sentence by smacking himself against your clit, still wet from his mouth and something more, "'n I'd ask if you're still feelin' alright, but I think y' might bite me."

You're not entirely sure how to even begin confessing that you've spent the past sixty seconds marveling over all the ways he's aged. Quite frankly, you don't even know if he would believe your shameless confession of it. 

Without another thought, your arms rise, quietly wrapping around his shoulders, hugging him close. Shrinking that dreadful gap between your bodies until he's forced to brace his body weight with a forearm. Noses bumping, lips ghosting against one another but never quite closing the gap. But it's only for a fleeting second. The next thing you know, he's tilting his head down, watching as he guides his swollen length to your entrance once more. 

The pressure is something you anticipated. 

The sting was not. 

Your hands are scurrying. Clinging to his bicep, to his shoulder, wherever you can find purchase, nails biting into his skin. His cock looks so much bigger now that he's between your legs, splitting you wide as he sinks into your aching cunt. Oh, why did you think this was a good idea?

"Shh, we'll make it fit," it's not until he's shushing you that you realize you've made a noise, pressing a soft kiss into the corner of your mouth. "Jus' try 'n relax for me. Don't wanna hurt you."

You're not entirely sure how to do that. Fighting for control over your own muscles, urging the tension to slip away and let you soften around him. It'll feel good once you get used to him. You know it will. But as your thighs loosen and your attention moves to your strained back, they tense once more. 

A heavy puff of breath hits your cheek. 

Rhett's mouth never moves, but the indescribable warmth collected behind the blue of his eyes says something else entirely. Urges your focus to his slow inhale. The way his chest expands against yours, holding for a moment, then deflating once more. 

A gradual sort of thing that has you mimicking his next breath. The gentle rise of your breasts as your lungs fill with air, how they bump into his warm skin. For a moment, the room is silent, hanging onto your breaths as if you've forgotten how to let them go. Only for it to slip past your lips, warm against Rhett's jaw. 

Sudden pressure appears against a bundle of nerves within your walls, the very ones his fingers were just tormenting minutes ago. 

He's still moving. Disappearing into your body bit by bit, a shiver jumping up your spine as he fills you. A dull throb replacing the initial sting, growing into a fire that has you clutching at Rhett's biceps for an entirely different reason. Following the quiet guide of his chest, breaths intermingling in a dance of their own making, 

"So fuckin' tight for me," he's hissing through a gasp, forehead wrinkling as his eyes squeeze shut, "shit."

And it shouldn't make you flutter around him the way you do, sent into a frenzy from his words alone. An involuntary massage that makes Rhett's eyes flutter open and closed, letting go of his cock, in favor of bracing himself next to your head, fully bracketing you between those thick forearms. 

You're trying to speak. Sorting for what you want to say, but it's so hard to think when his heavy balls bump against your ass, hips coming flush with your skin. Heavy cock pushing the air from your strained lungs and past your lips. So, so full.

"There y' go," he's prying his eyes open just long enough to get a look at the obscenity between your legs. Where he splits you wide open, still glistening with the handiwork of his mouth and the lube. "God." 

A whimper boils out of your throat, knees knocking into Rhett's bony hips as your legs squeeze around him. Drawing him impossibly close, as if you could ever hope to take another centimeter of him.

"Rhett..." it seems to be the only thing your drooling tongue can produce, your unfocused gaze staring back up at him, can't seem to bring yourself to focus on a particular feature of him. Perfect in every way you can twist the word.

His head dips down, weight shifting to unintentionally push himself deeper into your cunt, careful lips catching yours. A soft, fleeting interlocking of lips, far too chaste for what's going on below. "'s that feel good, sweetheart?" 

You're nodding dumbly, "Uhuh."

God, you should have done this sooner. Already drowning in the way he fills you, the warmth of his body pressed snug against yours.

Oh.

He's already drawing out of you. Slow as can be, hardly pulling out by an inch before sinking back into your throbbing cunt, lubricant squelching sickeningly loud for such a delicate movement. Air catches in your throat, palms squeezing his biceps a little tighter as he does it again.

Rhett's mouth finds its way to the meet of your jaw, sucking lightly on the skin there. "Think 'm almost too big for your lil pussy, angel," he mutters, so close to your ear that his words tickle. 

You don't understand how he even fits. Bulging tip dragging against your walls. Has you hugging him so tight that you reckon you can feel the fat vein that runs along the upperside of him. Your palms slide up his biceps, splaying out against the hard bone of his shoulder blades, covered in thick muscle that ripples under your touch. Strong from close to two years of bull riding, mottled by a raised surgery scar from an injury of the past. The futile attempt to fix the shoulder he tore up shortly after telling his father he was leaving. 

Oh, what you would give to have been there for him.

But you're here now, at least. Legs hitching over his hips, ankles resting against the swell of his ass, clinging as if he could possibly, ever peel himself away from you. Like his chest isn't bumping against yours as he gently fucks into you, slow ins and outs that make your head spin. So big. He's so big.  

"Y' like bein' stretched 'round my cock like that?" Speaking against your skin, punctuating his question with a surprising jerk of his hips, yanking the breath right out of your throat. "Bein' awful quiet." 

But he's not giving you much chance to keep that up, leaning back onto his haunches, hands sliding down to settle on either side of your hips. Gripping them tight, drawing you in to meet the thrust of his hips. 

"Ah!" A cry bursts right out of your chest, so sudden that you hardly recognize it was you who made it. Your cunt involuntarily clamps down around him, breaking his rhythm, has those pretty blue eyes rolling to the tune of a surprisingly pitchy whine. 

"There y' go," he hisses, mouth absolutely filthy, yet unable to cover up for the soft noises being carried off his breath, "'s that what y've been wantin'? Some ol' cowboy to fuck y' nice 'n slow?" 

It's all you can do to tilt yourself into him, back arching against the pillow wedged beneath you. He's rubbing right where you want him, but its not enough; it's still not enough. "Rhett," you choke, between a poorly muzzled whimper, "more."

"More?" Those eyebrows are raising, in perfect tune with his growing grin; you're never gonna hear the end of this. "Y' gonna have to be a lil' more specific than that." 

You don't even know what you want, a trembling hand diving to grab hold of the bed sheet, rocking against him the best you can manage. Ears ringing with the lewd clap of his skin against yours, some hellish rhythm that has your heart slamming against your chest like a caged animal. 

"Did y' want it faster?" His hips are quickening, pistoning in and out of you with such vigor that you think your eyes may have crossed, a breathy noise whittling out of your throat. But just as quickly as he started, Rhett slows again, grip on your hips growing so tight you fear it'll bruise, yanking you down to meet him halfway, "harder?"

It punches a squeal right out of you. So loud that your hand clamps over your mouth; the nearest neighbor is a mile down the road, and even then, you're certain they could have heard you. Know exactly what you're doing with this old bull rider that you were warned to stay away from, tangled up in his sheets, with him between your legs, right where he belongs. 

Maybe it's your rose-tinted view of him that's talking; maybe it's something more; all you know is he's taking hold of your wrist and prying your hand away from your mouth. Guiding it down your belly and between your shaking legs, pressing your fingers to your forgotten clit. And again, you're clenching around him, pulling a surprised moan from him. 

"Gonna have this poor little pussy of yours rurnt," his voice growing airy, unruly hair falling into his face as he leans down, eye to eye with you, never once stops talking,"not gonna be satisfied with nothin' else once 'm done with ya."

You had no hope of being happy with anyone else the moment your eyes locked at that rodeo, but that's neither here nor there. All you know is that your fingers are quickening against your clit, and Rhett's growing louder. Can't seem to keep himself quiet; blunt cock head hammering against your delicate nerves, has you fluttering around him in such a way that you both mewl with it. 

His body drops back down, almost smothering you as his head buries into the crook of your neck. "Feel so fuckin' good 'round me—ah!"  

There's a heat growing in your lower belly. A coil rapidly unraveling into a full-body tremor, skin prickling as that heat spreads up your chest and down your thighs until you're burning. Becoming distantly aware of the low voice that chants your name into your ear, bouncing around the inside of your skull until your vision fuzzies.

"Rhett," babbling, damn near incoherent, "Rhett, I'm—"

"So am I," he blurts. And for a second he's prying himself away from you, but your ankles have locked behind him. Refusing to let him draw away from you. Only seeming to pull him in deeper. Hitting something he wasn't before. "Fuck, y' gotta—y' gotta let me pull outta ya."

But you're shaking your head. Unoccupied hand grabbing hold of his bicep. Squeezing as tightly as you can manage. "Stay."

And that is it. Rhett's breath is catching. Hips stuttering as he cums inside of you with a weak cry. Twitching cock bumping against that little bundle of nerves. Your fingers working faster over your clit. Until all of a sudden, your back is arching off the pillow. Cumming around him without warning. 

It's like being plunged underwater. Vision blurry, lungs tight, the noises around you muffling until its a far cry of what it once was. A warm wave washes over you, little bolts of electricity firing down your frenzied nerves. And you're floating, spinning around in an endless depth of something heavy. 

Until your lungs fill with air, and you realize that heaviness is Rhett. His careful mouth kissing at your collar, sweaty hands stroking up and down your naked chest. Sprawled out on top of you like a big ol' blanket.

"There y' are," he murmurs, and for a second, his love-filled eyes almost look like hearts, "thought I knocked ya out, for a second there."

The corner of your lip tilts upward, the best your dreamy mind can manage, "nah."

His eyes roll in that contagious fashion that has you tempted to mirror him. But he's already leaning up to meet your lips before you can begin to try, catching your mouth in a wet, half-hearted attempt at a kiss. 

"Think I finally tuckered ya out," there's no reason for him to be whispering; nobody is around to hear him, and yet, he does it anyway. Like it's some delicate confession that may lose its worth if he says it any louder.

But your defiant hips are already shifting, rolling off the pillow and up against his softened cock, still deep inside of you. Earns you an oversensitive hiss. "I think I could go one more round."

"Well, hang on a damn second," Rhett's shaking his head as he pushes himself up onto his weary forearms, incredulous. Doesn't seem to believe what he's hearing. "I can't get it back up as fast as I used to."

"Why not?" Coy. 

He sighs. Loud. Dramatic. He knows what you're doing, you know what you're doing, and yet neither of you is doing anything about it. "'m old."

Your head cocks to the side. "I thought you didn't like being called old?"

For a second, it's quiet. Neither of you has anything to say as his arm curls beneath your waist. Cinching you up against him as if you're bound to start floating away at any second.

 What's he doing?  

"Fine." 

The room is spinning. 

You're moving. 

Arms flailing, almost slamming your palms against his chest. And now he's beneath you, half-lidded eyes a smidgen darker than they were before, torn between exhaustion and something that reignites the fire in your belly. Your knees settle on either side of his hips, fully settling in his lap now. 

"Do your worst," he taunts, smug. Knows exactly what he's done here. 

Oh, you will. 

[jungle-angel]

Mating Season (Frat!Rhett x Reader)

Summary: It's the one time of year that the football coaches and college admin fear the most, but for you and Rhett, it's your favorite time of the year

Warnings: SMUT 18+ warnings apply

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @rhettabbotts @desert-fern @callmemana @sebsxphia

"Wait, wait," you laughed, interrupting Rhett's story as you walked back to the Delta Tau house. "So you just did that right in the middle of the library?"

"Darlin I have never heard Bo rip a fart that loud or that hard," Rhett laughed. "I swear to God it shook the window panes."

You and Rhett laughed all the way back to the house, waving to some of the guys in the nerd frat who had come out on their front porch to catch some air. God it was freezing, the point in the year where winter and spring were still straddling each other followed by the chaos of spring midterms and something the Delta Taus refered to as "mating season" when all manner of fuckery ensued in the house......literally.

You followed Rhett into the house, still in your heels and your pretty red dress with the spaghetti straps that Rhett loved to fiddle around with. The house was unusually empty, completely void of its occupants who were either out on a hot date or screwing in the backs of their trucks.

"Looks like it's just us darlin," Rhett chuckled as he drew you in for a kiss.

You hummed happily as he pressed his lips to yours, his cold cheeks grazing against your own. You shuddered a little from how cold it had been outside, despite Rhett having given you his Carhartt jacket.

"You freezin?" he asked.

You nodded.

"C'mon upstairs, I'll getcha warm."

You hurried upstairs as he stuck the rose he had given you in the thin blue vase with some water and the plant food, setting it carefully in the kitchen window before heading upstairs to his room where you were waiting.

"Here's your jacket," you said.

"Thanks sweet pea," he answered, hanging it up in the shitty closet. "C'mere."

He drew you in close to him, leaving soft little pecks on your lips which you eagerly returned. You had to steady yourself a little, bunching his blue button-down shirt in your fingers as the kissing deepened.

You could feel him backing you up, never once breaking that kiss even as you fell backwards onto the bed. The kissing soon became more sloppy, open mouthed and hot as he moved his way down your jaw to the soft spots on your neck, nipping at the soft swells of your breasts that poked through the burgundy colored dress you had worn that evening.

"Oh look at you (y/n)," Rhett purred. "Ya'll wore devil red just for me."

You shuddered and moaned as he dragged his tongue along your bare thighs. "Wanna peel this fuckin dress off you," he groaned. "See what that pretty pussy looks like underneath."

You let out something akin to a moan and a laugh. "You've seen it before," you teased.

"Yeah but not like this," Rhett chuckled.

You mewled his name over and over again as he stuck his head between your legs, taking your black lace panties in his teeth and pulling for dear life until they were down to your ankles. One kick of your foot and they were flung halfway across the room, hitting the Luke Combs poster on the wall near the bathroom door.

"Oh God," you moaned. "Rhett......keep going......keep going please...."

You felt his tongue slipping in and out, drawing soft little circles around your clit, his nose nuzzling against your walls. The noises you were making were obscene, something that would've had the college president roiling and squirming if they had heard.

It was all a blur, your dress coming off along with Rhett's clothes, the unwrapping of a condom, skin slapping against skin, the bed clattering against the wall. Neither of you would have heard the door shutting or anybody else coming into the house for that matter.

"Give it.....give it to me daddy.....I want it.....want it so bad...."

"Yeah? Yeah you want it?" Rhett grunted, thrusting in and out of you. "Gotta take it! Gotta take it like the good girl you are......"

You both came together, him guttering out into you and you releasing right onto his cock. His head dropped against your shoulder along with most of his weight, the two of you panting like crazy.

"You're fuckin amazing darlin," he chuckled.

You kissed his sweaty forehead and smoothed back his hair before he pulled out of you, peeling off the condom and pitching it in the garbage can next to his desk. Rhett got up to run the shower, the two of you joining each other, feeling and exploring each other's bodies before crawling back into bed, the two of you naked and reveling in the skin-to-skin time.

"Think any of them idjits will be home before sunup?" he mumbled sleepily.

"Not likely," you chuckled.

And until then, you lay with each other in his bed, warm and toasty under the covers. There was no doubt in either of your minds that this had been the best Valentines Day ever.

[lewmagoo]

Waking up to find your cowboy not in bed with you. His boots aren't by the door but you can see footprints in the freshly fallen snow outside. You follow them to the barn to see Rhett, asleep on a haybale wearing just his jacket. His flannel is now a nest for the barn cat's new kittens with another fleecy blanket added in for extra warmth.

rhett’s a tender soul. always has been. despite the fact that his father tried to quash that part of him, in an effort to “toughen him up”. rhett always kept that tender part of himself when it came to animals. he’s always had a special connection with them. with his mare, june, despite her stubborn tendencies. with the mysterious crow (affectionately named john) that follows him around every time he’s outside. with the cranky barn cat that tolerates only him. he’s the cowboy snow white, as you’ve lovingly dubbed him. there are always animals in his vicinity. he’s always been good about helping animals when they’re in distress. one time, he stayed up all night with june when she developed a sickness that required round the clock care. he nursed john the crow back to health when he injured his wing. he’s been known to raise orphaned baby squirrels and rabbits.

and then there’s the time that misty the cranky barn cat becomes pregnant. rhett watches over her carefully. it’s really a sight to behold. you’ve always loved watching him interact with animals. when you’re working in the stable or going on trail rides you’ll hear the way he talks to june, a low comforting rumble, communicating with her as if she understands every word he’s saying. you suspect she does. and of course there’s the way he’s so loving toward misty. she’ll always linger around his feet when he’s in the stable, and sometimes she’ll even climb up to sit on his shoulder. that happens less and less the more heavily pregnant she becomes. and then there comes the time when she’s going to give birth.

the closer the time gets, the more rhett checks on her throughout the day. and then, one morning, he slips out of bed early, leaving a lingering kiss to your forehead as you sleep peacefully, before he shoves his boots and jacket on and trudges out through the freshly fallen snow. that’s where he finds misty huddled in a corner of the stable, in the beginning stages of labor. he knows he can’t move her into the house, it would put her into distress. so he sets up camp in the barn. all he has is his flannel, so he shrugs out of it and allows misty to lay upon it. he’s a loving and gentle coach as she births her tiny little kittens, and once they come safely into the world, he tucks an extra blanket that he found in the tack room around the litter to keep them all warm as their mama gets settled around them. not wanting to leave her alone, he leans back against some stacked hay bales, but inevitably ends up falling asleep.

that’s where you find him an hour later. after waking up to an empty bed you head out to the stable to find him fast asleep, and there is misty the barn cat on the floor beside his feet, curled up with her new babies. it’s a precious sight, especially when you see he’s given up his shirt in order for misty to have a soft place to lay. you sit beside him on a hay bale and gently coax him awake. “rise and shine, cowboy,” you murmur. he stirs awake, and as he catches you looking at him, he smiles sleepily. “had t’ come help misty give birth,” he mumbles. “i see that,” you reply. “you make a great cat midwife.” he smirks at that. “thank y’. been practicin’ my whole life for this moment.” which is partly true. he’s been involved in plenty of animal births. “well, now that you’ve helped bring kittens into the world, how about some pancakes and coffee for breakfast? i’m sure midwifing made you work up an appetite.”

the promise of pancakes and coffee gets him up and out of his bed of hay, food motivated as he is. “don’t mind if i do,” he says as he pecks your lips. he still checks on misty throughout the day, and if the temperatures drop too low during the night, he will bring her and her babies inside to keep them warm. soon, your house is full of kittens. rhett is attached to each of them, even though he knows you can’t keep them all. before you find homes for each one, this is what he constantly looks like:

he gives one to amy. he keeps the rest, insisting that this is their home and he doesn’t want to uproot them from it. that’s how you end up having four barn cats. at least you can say you won’t ever have a mouse problem with them around 🤷‍♀️

(thank you @laracrofted for bringing up rhett covered in kittens because it’s awakened something i think)

[rhettabbotts]

smut prompt 139 with rhett??

you give me fever - rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: you did a little shopping for your weekend getaway with rhett and you can’t wait to show him what you bought.

w/c: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only. smut. afab reader. age gap (reader is mid 20s, rhett is late 30s). unprotected sex (has been discussed beforehand, wrap it up folks). dirty talk. daddy kink. oral (m and f receiving). riding. breeding kink. creampie. i believe that is all.

prompt: “i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

a/n: surprise! here’s the dilf rhett fic i promised months ago! if it sucks you didn’t see this.. a big thank you to jo @mayhem24-7forever for looking this over for me love you mwah!

“I’ll meet you at 6.”

You sucked in a deep breath as you read the text repeatedly. Four hours until six and you were already a trembling mess. Rhett had suggested going out of town for the weekend one night a couple of weeks prior as you laid in his arms. You were ecstatic about being with him for a full weekend. Since the beginning of your relationship you had never had an entire weekend of uninterrupted time together.

Rhett had been divorced for nearly three years by the time he hired you as the babysitter. He had two beautiful girls who you adored like your own. His wife had left him unexpectedly, running off with his best friend who she had been secretly sleeping with for a year before leaving Rhett. It broke Rhett’s heart and his girls were young, almost too young to understand why their mother moved away. He tried it on his own for a while but once they both started school, he knew he needed the help.

His mother suggested you to him. She knew that you were in between jobs after finishing grad school, returning home for a while. You didn’t think babysitting was in your cards but when you met Rhett and then met his girls, you knew you were meant for the job. Rhett felt the same way. There was something about you being there with them that just felt right. His girls were laughing everyday and you even had him smiling - a lot more than he has the past few years.

Tensions were rising between you and Rhett as the months passed by. Flirtatious comments were exchanged on the daily but you never dreamed anything would come from it.

You weren’t sure how it happened, you weren’t planning on it to happen but one night when you stayed for a glass of wine you kissed him. It was an innocent kiss, a small peck to the lips that was barely there but you couldn’t deny the spark you felt when you felt his stubble brush against your skin.

Rhett had set his wine glass down and you were afraid he was going to tell you off, tell you to leave and never come back but he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed your face with both of his hands, his palms warm and callused. He looked at you in a way you have never been looked at before. It sent chills over your entire body.

“Honey…” Rhett whispered deeply. His nose knocked against your own before pressing his forehead to yours. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve never been so sure in my life.”

He was kissing you, months of want seeping out through the rough kiss.

From that moment on, it was hard to keep your hands off each other. It had been nearly six months and you were both still insatiable.

So, when Rhett suggested a weekend away with just the two of you, you couldn’t resist.

Your room looked like a tornado had torn through it with the copious amount of clothes you had strewn all over the place. You couldn’t decide what to pack, knowing clothes weren’t going to matter. If you had it your way, you wouldn’t leave the room the entire time. You settled on one nice outfit and comfortable loungewear for the rest of the time. One thing you made sure to pack was the small black shopping bag you had sitting on your dresser.

You went shopping on your day off, picking out several new pieces of lingerie to surprise Rhett with. You bought a baby blue matching set. Flowers embroidered on the mesh material of the bra and panties, complete with a see through negligee. You felt beautiful in it, sexy even. You knew Rhett would love it.

As you drove to the hotel an hour outside of Wabang, you tried to calm your nerves. You weren’t sure why you were nervous, but you couldn’t stop taking in shaky breaths the closer you got. As you pulled into the parking lot, Rhett was leaning against the side of his truck. His arms were crossed over his chest and the shirt sleeves of the black tee strained over his biceps.

His lazy grin puts you at ease. It was just Rhett, there was nothing to be nervous about.

You parked beside him and hopped out of the driver’s seat, barely shutting your door before making your way towards him. He pulled you into him the second you were within reach, strong arms enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“Missed you.”

“You saw me two days ago. Don’t tell me you’re going soft on me, Rhett.” You joked, poking his side with your index finger.

He shut you up with a firm kiss, hands sliding down into the back pockets of your jeans. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your throat, which led to his tongue teasing your bottom lip.

“We should- we should go check in.”

He held onto your hand the entire time, thumb gently rubbing the back of your thumb as the front desk employee checked you in.

“Here are your room keys. Breakfast is served from 7-9 in the mornings. Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Abbott.”

“We’re n-“

“Thank you, ma’am. Have a night evening.” He muttered, hand keeping slight pressure on your lower back as he ushered you out the front door and to your vehicles to collect your bags. You were silent on the elevator ride to your room, your fingers tapping on the handle of your duffle.

Mrs. Abbott. You couldn’t deny the way those two words caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. How they caused your heart to contract and your palms to sweat. Rhett didn’t correct her. Why? He probably didn’t want to be rude - but it still made your mind wander.

The elevator dinged to signal you had arrived at your floor, shaking you out of your thoughts. Rhett flashed you a smile, grabbing your hand once more for you to follow him down the hall. You glanced at the numbers plastered on the cream colored doors, taking note of the plush carpet that lined the floor. This place was nice, but you didn’t realize how nice until you made it to your room.

Room 435.

Rhett pressed the key to the detector and the lock clicked open. Inside, you were met with the most beautiful room. The layout was spacious, looking more like a small apartment rather than a hotel room. There was a king sized bed that stretched out into the middle of the floor, a couch and large flat screen television. A small kitchenette was to your right as you walked through the door and there was a big window with a breathtaking view.

“Rhett, you really shouldn’t have,” you began but he stopped you before you could continue by pressing a finger to your lips.

“I wanted to treat my girl,” he stated, taking your bags and sitting them in one of the chairs at the small dining table. “How about we order some room service and relax?”

All you could do was nod, suddenly feeling a bit overwhelmed with how he was treating you. Your mind started wandering again, thinking maybe this was more than just temporary. You had already established your relationship, knowing that you wanted to be together but you were still keeping it on the down low, not disclosing it to anyone but those close to you. But his lack of response to you being called Mrs. Abbott… you couldn’t help but think about what your future with Rhett held.

Rhett smiled softly at you as he called the front desk, ordering a spread of food for the two of you to enjoy. You ate in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company. You fed him some of your dessert, rolling your eyes as he moaned dramatically around the fork.

“So… I have a surprise,” you said, chuckling at the way Rhett straightened in his seat across from you.

“What is it?”

“I, uh.. I bought a few new pieces of lingerie. You want me to model them for you?”

His eyes darkened almost instantly, lips quirked up at the corner.

“You wanna put on a show for me?” His voice was husky, thick with desire already. You smiled sweetly at him, moving from your chair and over to stand in between his spread legs. Placing a small kiss to his cheek as his hands traced up the backs of your thighs.

“Wait on the bed for me, daddy.”

You plucked the bag out of your duffle, making your way into the large en-suite bathroom. You placed the delicate material out on the counter before touching up your makeup. Your heart was thrumming in your chest in anticipation. After you slipped the lingerie on your body, you ruffled your hair to give it a little volume. You shook your hands a few times to get rid of some anxiousness and opened the door. The entry to the bathroom faced the end of the bed and Rhett’s eyes dragged over your body, devouring you with his stare.

“Goddamn, baby. Look at you,” he spoke, sounding winded. His thighs spread wide as he looked at you. Your cheeks felt hot, not knowing what to do with your hands or how to stand. “Did you buy that just for me?”

“Mhmm.”

“Come closer. Let me see you.”

You moved towards him slowly, fingers playing with the hem of the short negligee as you stood in front of the man before you. He raised his hand, index finger pointed to the ceiling as he gestured for you to spin for him. You did just that, twirling without hurry, wanting him to take it all in. When you faced him again, his hand scrubbed over his stubbled jaw. Tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. Even in the low lighting you could see the greys that lined his temples. You felt like a gazelle caught in the line of sight of a hungry lion. The way he was looking at your body made your thighs clench. Your heartbeat quickened as he beckoned you over with the crook of his finger.

“You’re so good to me, baby. Getting all dolled up to surprise daddy.”

His rough hands rubbed over the backs of your thighs once more, this time without any barrier. Rhett massaged the meat of your legs, roaming under the lace to grab two handfuls of your ass. He pulled you close to him, head resting against your stomach as he let his fingers trace the edges of the panties. He pulled back to look up at you from under his lashes, blue eyes pinning you in place.

“The things I want to do to you right now, honey.”

“Let me take care of you, daddy.”

You kneeled between his legs, the carpet providing a slight cushion. Your hands hastily fiddled with his belt, wanting your mouth on him as soon as possible. He took pity, seeing as how you couldn’t quite get the buckle undone in your rush. He did it so easily it made you huff out of slight annoyance. You sat back on your heels and waited patiently, hands folded in your lap. Rhett tugged his jeans off, tossing them to the side. There he sat in front of you in just his black boxer briefs and black t-shirt, both clinging to him in ways that made your mouth water.

He palmed himself through his boxers a few times before discarding his shirt, joining the ever growing pile of clothes. You chewed on your bottom lip as it was your turn to look over his body. His broad shoulders and chest were on display. His soft stomach and the love handles that you adored so much were begging to be touched. You reached for him, fingers gripping the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down his thick thighs. His hard cock slapped against his lower stomach and you wasted no time in licking a line from the base to the tip, collecting the droplet of precum on your tongue.

Rhett inhaled sharply as you continued with small kitten licks on the head. You wrapped your lips around it, bobbing your head to take more of his length into your mouth. He felt heavy in your mouth, the weight of it causing you to gag slightly. His hand pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail.

Having him in your mouth like this gave you a sense of power. Rhett was putty in your hands when you sucked him off.

Your short nails scraped along his thighs, smirking around him as you felt him shiver. His thighs were extremely sensitive, just one of many things you had learned about Rhett since you started sleeping together.

The grip on your hair tightened as you took him deeper into your mouth, his tip grazing the back of your throat just barely. You spread your knees and arched your back, causing the negligee to slip up and put your ass on display. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as Rhett lightly thrusted his hips up into your mouth.

He tugged on your hair until he slid out of your mouth with a slight pop. A spit trail followed in its wake and you whined in protest. You had wanted him to cum in your mouth, pouting up at him. Rhett’s chest heaved as he looked down to you, fingers still tangled in your hair.

“As much as I love coming in that sinful mouth, I think I should take care of you. I know you’re desperate for it.”

He hauled you to your feet easily. You always forgot how strong he actually was. Years of working on the ranch giving him the strength of an ox. A giggle escaped you as he manhandled you to the bed. He towered over you, kneeling above you as he traced his thumbs across your bent knees.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“Want you,” you replied quietly.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific than that.”

His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the lingerie above your hips. He thumbed the thin waistband of your panties, a lopsided grin growing on his face as he spread your legs wide and noticed the wet patch through the scrap of fabric.

“Oh, honey. You’re so wet for daddy, aren’t you. Just dying for me to play with that pretty pussy. C’mon, tell daddy what you want him to do.”

You moaned at his words, canting your hips towards him, silently begging him.

“Want you to- want your mouth on me. Please.”

“Now, was that so hard?”

He slid down the mattress until he was on his stomach, mouth mere inches from where you craved to feel him. Pressing your thighs back towards your chest he moved towards your heat.

He placed a light open-mouthed kiss to your cunt through the panties, tongue starting at your hole and licking a long stripe to your clit. You keened loudly, bucking your hips against his mouth as he sucked on the sensitive bud over the fabric. You could feel his spit cooling on it and you so desperately wanted him to tear them off and get his mouth on you properly.

“Daddy,” you whined out, fingers gripping his greying locks.

He knew what you wanted and who was he to deny his best girl?

You heard it before you felt it, a tearing of thread hit your ears before you felt the sting of the panties being ripped from your body. A gasp emitted from your lips as he threw the shredded underwear over his shoulder and mouth attached to your wet pussy, tongue delving into your dripping hole. The action caused your back to arch off the bed and a shattered breath to escape you, leaving you no time to be upset over your now destroyed underwear.

Rhett’s nose bumped against your clit as his pointed tongue circled your entrance. He shook his head slightly, moving side to side to stimulate the bundle of nerves. You raised your head from the pillows to look down at him and was met with him staring into your eyes. At that moment, his gaze trapped you. You couldn’t look away even if you tried.

He moved to wrap his lips around your clit, suctioning onto the bud. You moaned loudly, not caring who heard you. Your thighs clenched around his head as he sucked hard. His middle finger slid inside, curling up and immediately finding that spongy spot.

Between his attack on your clit and g-spot, you were coming on his mouth. A flash of white-hot heat washed over you as you released onto his tongue. He helped you come down from your high, placing one last kiss to your oversensitive clit before pulling away.

Your thighs ached and you could already feel the beginnings of stubble burn. Rhett rested his head against your stomach, fingertips tracing against the red spot on your hip bone. Your fingers threaded through his hair to pull his head up.

“Come up here, please,” you said, still trying to catch your breath.

He crawled up your body, groaning as you pulled him down into a kiss. Your tongue slid into his mouth, moaning slightly at the taste of yourself on him. You stayed like that for a while, kissing each other and barely pulling away for air. Rhett’s hands groped at your breasts, roughly grabbing at the mounds which caused you to arch up into the touch.

“Want you to ride me while you’re wearing this pretty lingerie. Can you do that, baby?”

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. C’mere,” he said, rolling off of you and moving to press his back against the headboard. He maneuvered you into his lap, his waist spreading your thighs. You felt his cock slide between your slick folds, the tip nudging against your clit as you grinded against him.

“Stop being a little cocktease,” Rhett growled, hands gripping your hips to stop your movements. You grinned at him before taking him in your hand, lining him up to slide inside your heat.

You both moaned in unison at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his cock as you were fully seated on him. You stayed like that for a minute, adjusting to his size in this position. Your hands braced themselves on his chest, nails digging into the bull tattoo on his right pectoral.

“Feel s’full,” you slurred out, mustering up all your strength to stay upright.

“Yeah, baby. I can feel you clenching around me. Ride me, sweet girl. Show me how bad you want it.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders, giving you the leverage to raise your hips. His tip was barely inside before you seated yourself down on him again. You continued this speed for a bit, getting into a comfortable rhythm. You started bouncing faster, the head of his cock bumping against your g-spot deliciously. Rhett’s hands kept a bruising grip on your thighs, eyes hooded as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock.

“That’s it, honey. Just like that. Look so perfect riding daddy’s cock.”

You slowed down to a grind, wanting to drag it out as long as you could. Your hands roamed across your own body, groping your breasts and pinching your hardened nipples through the baby blue negligee. He knocked your hands away to replace them with his own, leaning forward to wrap his lips around one nipple.

“When the lady called me Mrs. Abbott, oh, fuck.. you didn’t correct her. Why?” You’re not sure why you brought it up at that moment, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“Kind of liked the sound of it… Did it make you uncomfortable?”

“No… I really liked the sound of it, too” you said in a hushed tone, like you were exposing one of your deepest secrets. Turns out, you were.

“Oh, yeah? Like the thought of being my wife?”

You nodded as you picked up the pace again, wanting to chase that feeling from earlier.

“You want me to make you Mrs. Abbott? Fill you up and have you full of my baby? Everyone would know you’re mine,” Rhett said.

He gripped your hips and braced his feet onto the mattress, thrusting up into your pussy. The force of it caused you to collapse forward, burying your face into his neck and whining loudly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him as his brutal thrusts continued.

“Wanna give you that, honey. Wanna give it all to you. Wanna make you an Abbott. Wanna make you a mama, god. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“I want it so bad. Give it to me, Rhett. Give me everything,” you whispered into his ear, nibbling on the earlobe as he moved inside you.

His hand snaked down to your clit, making rough circles against it with his thumb and you were clenching around him before you knew it.

Placing your forehead against Rhett’s to look into those captivating blue eyes as you reached your peak. Your scream got caught in your throat as you came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as Rhett came right after you. His hot release filled you, causing you to whimper.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pulling away and looking down at where you were still connected. You could feel him leaking out of you and it made your head spin. You lifted off of him, gasping when some of his cum trailed down your inner thigh.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, honey.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before getting up and heading to the bathroom to give a wet washcloth. You jerked as he touched your sensitive cunt.

“Shhh, that’s it. You did so good, sweetheart. Always so good for me,” he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He helped you under the covers after you finished in the bathroom, wrapping his arms tightly around you to pull you close.

“Rhett?”

“Mhm?”

“Did you mean it? About giving me everything?”

He lost out a sigh before pulling you impossibly closer. His nose brushed along your neck before he spoke.

“I would. I would give you anything you wanted. Honey, you make me so happy. You make my girls happy. I love you, and I know I don’t say it enough, but I do. I want it all with you.”

You couldn’t help from tearing up at his words, fingertips grazing along his forearms before turning to face him.

“I love you, Rhett. I love you so much.”

Your noses knocked together once again, something you noticed that was becoming a habit. You let out a wet laugh as a tear fell and Rhett caught it with his thumb. He kissed your forehead and you snuggled closer to him, throwing a leg over his waist.

“If this whole weekend is gonna be like this, it’ll be hard for me to leave.”

“You’ll miss the girls too much. And besides, I wanna see the town anyways since you dragged me all the way out here. I even brought that dress you love.”

“Woman, you spoil me.”

You fell asleep in Rhett’s arms that night, having a much brighter outlook on your future together. And if you dreamed about Rhett carrying a baby boy on his hip that looked just like him, with a gold wedding band adorning his ring finger… well, you couldn’t control yourself.

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[jula483]

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[bobfloydsbabe]

heartbeat | rhett abbott x oc | a linger blurb

SUMMARY: Lou has news to share with Rhett

WARNINGS: pregnancy

WORD COUNT: 740

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A/N: I word vomited this last night and decided to share it even though it's waaaaay down the timeline of the actual fic. I'm adding everyone on the official Linger taglist, as well as the people who showed interest earlier. Enjoy!

“Rhett?”

“Yeah?” he answers without turning around from where he stands at the sink, washing their mugs from earlier that morning.

Lou wrings her hands, heart beating wildly in her chest. “I have to tell you something.”

She watches his shoulders tense, his entire body going rigid. He reaches for a dish towel, drying his hands as he turns around to face her. His expression is stony, his eyes hard, and his mouth is a straight line. Lou’s stomach clenches and she feels sick.

“What’s going on?”

Tears prickle in her eyes. She can tell Rhett is primed for bad news, maybe even betrayal–so used to being put aside for the sake of others. “Will you sit?”

Putting the dish towel down, he crosses the room and sits on the couch. Lou sits on the coffee table, facing him, their knees bumping against each other, making her chuckle. She peers up at him, hoping to see the tension gone from his shoulders, but no such luck.

She opens her mouth, but Rhett beats her to it.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Lou flinches, drawing back. “What?” It’s like a gut punch and the word sounds breathless.

He keeps going. “I know this isn’t the life you wanted, but we can do something else. We can leave Wabang, just don’t leave me–”

To make her usually quiet and gruff cowboy stop talking, she places her palms on either side of his face, pulls him to her and kisses him. 

His shock is palpable from the way he freezes, but he recovers quickly, and kisses her back with a fervor that reminds her of their first kiss. His hands cradle her neck, move into her hair, and she holds onto the front of his t-shirt like her life depends on it, keeping him close.

Out of breath, she pulls away and stares into those bright blue eyes she loves so much.

“I’m not breaking up with you,” she whispers, giving his lips another quick peck.

“Good,” he says, voice rumbling and finally the corners of his mouth turn up. “You scared me.”

Her heart aches for him. He’s so used to being pushed aside for the sake of others and their needs that he’s terrified of people leaving. If Lou could go back in time and convince little Rhett that he deserves to take up space, that he’s loved and cared for, she would do it without a second thought.

“I’m sorry,” she tells him. “Can I tell you the thing now?”

He chuckles, pecking her lips. She takes that as a yes.

She leans back, reaching around to the back pocket of her jeans, and hands Rhett the stick with a very clear message on it. He takes it from her with an adorable furrow between his brows. Flipping it over, his eyes dart to the little display immediately. 

His eyes grow to the size of teacups as his head whips up. “You’re pregnant?”

His voice is small, serious but anxious, and Lou doesn’t blame him for that. It’s a lot to process, and completely unexpected. Unplanned too.

“I am,” she confirms. “Dr. Bailey thinks I’m about 10 weeks along.”

He looks down at the test again, running his thumb over the display that clearly tells him it’s real. PREGNANT.

He’s so still that Lou almost thinks he’s having a stroke, but then a drop falls on his hand and she realizes he’s crying. Reaching for his hands, she brings them into her lap and it looks comical with her much smaller ones holding his.

“Rhett,” she says. “Please say something.”

He lifts his head then, tears trickling down his cheeks. “We’re gonna need a bigger place.”

Lou laughs. He’s not wrong. She takes the test out of his hand, puts it down on the table next to her, and crawls into his lap, her thighs on either side of his. Snaking her arms around his neck, her fingers play with the wavy ends of the hair at his nape. 

“Tell me you’re happy about this,” she whispers, pulse racing.

“Darlin’, these are happy tears,” he tells her matter-of-factly as his big, warm hands land on her hips. “Can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby.”

One hand slides to her belly where a new life is growing, half Rhett and half Lou. All love.

“I love you,” she says, leaning her forehead against his. “You’re gonna be an amazing dad.”

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Yellow Soul: Chapter Five

Marmalade

Chapter Summary: With Wabang in your rearview mirror you can finally breathe again.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, ANGST!!, Cheating

Word Count: 3,000ish

A/N: Wow it's like embarrassing updating after not doing so for a while. This chapter is short because I just had to finish that little timeline so I can start on what I am most excited for. This is like the fastest I have ever wrote a chapter. Happy March!

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A sharp bang! echoes through the barn and a string of curses follow it. The ringing noise causes you to jump, the wood bench creaking under your sudden shift of weight. Looking up from your phone you see Rhett clutching his hand tightly, his freckled nose wrinkled up as he looks at his injured fist. 

“What happened?” You ask as you get up, boots shuffling through the dirt to get to him. Rhett was reluctant to give his hand to you as you reached for it, shooting him an annoyed look before he let you. 

“Was tryna loosen that bolt right there on the alternator, someone didn’t want that thing comin’ off-'' He gestured to the jumble of parts that sits under your hood, “The bolt finally broke loose and I hit m’hand on the block.” He winced as you looked his hand over, satisfied to find nothing of severe damage. 

“Sorry.” You offer him a sympathetic smile before letting him retract his hand from your grip, “It'll just bruise probably. You can be done, I’m stuck here for another few days so we really don’t have to fix it now.” You explain, grateful for his help but not wanting to take him for granted or overwork him when you knew he had other things planned today. 

“No it's okay. I'm almost done, promise.” He smiles and brushes his hand over the top of your head, careful not to mess up the two french braids you plaited this morning and pecked you on the forehead. Smiling, you chase his lips and steal a kiss before sitting back down on the bench to the side of him. 

Happily, you snuggled tighter into your jacket, warmed by the heat lamp Rhett had set up by you. Even though you had protested because of how ridiculous and frivolous it had seemed, you were secretly thankful he had turned it on. You felt like a little chicken, huddled close and waiting for Rhett to finish. 

Originally, the plan was to have your dad work on your truck. He was the one that came with you when you were a teenager to buy the vehicle, he had helped you fix it before. But this morning when you got in and tried to start it, nothing. Just that awful high pitched whirring sound it made as it tried its best to start. Perry had already gone to work, or else you would have him help you. But, you were thankful that Rhett was helping you instead. He knew the most about vehicles, especially compared to Perry. 

Rhett helped you push your truck into the barn, insisting that having it under the protective cover of wood would help him work better. Conveniently ensuring the two of you were alone while he worked. You wanted to stay with him anyways, you would have felt guilty if he was stuck in the barn by himself. 

The two of you had been texting more. Nothing spectacular or intense, but probably now the same amount normal people text. Asking each other where you were when you left the house, asking how the other one was. The occasional, ‘You up?’ late at night when everyone else was asleep. 

You were leaving to go back to college in a few days, and that's when you would break up with Perry. Over the phone, where you had the power to hang up if he started yelling at you. The guilt was there. It was not like you were this heartless monster of a woman who loved cheating on her boyfriend. The hate you felt inside was immeasurable, something you don't think you will ever be able to shake. 

So many things happened at once, it was like the universe finally telling you what to do after so many years of waiting for a sign. You had not told Rhett of your plan, not explicitly that is. When you did talk about leaving to go back, he got the hint. But were you guys going to get together after you and Perry broke up? That was a whole other complicated… thing. 

The two of you talk about so many things. Family, horses, rodeo, school. But never what was planned to happen after.

Surprisingly, you had a lot in common. Rhett was funny and sweet, affectionate when he could be, and even when there was nothing to talk about the silence was never awkward. He made you laugh with your whole chest, and sometimes it wasn't even on purpose. He had this habit of making little remarks about his surroundings, muttering to himself like you couldn't hear him. 

And you liked him, a lot. 

You were sure no one noticed. You were far too paranoid to leave any hint that something could be going on between the two of you. It was not easy to pretend, but you had been doing it for what seemed like an eternity, so knowing that there was a light at the end of the tunnel made the rest of the week bearable. 

“I can hear you thinking, what is it?” Rhett’s voice snaps you from your thoughts, drawing your eyes from the ground to meet his. He was wiping his dirty hands with a rag, cocking his head to the side as he looked at you. 

“Nothing. Just…” You inhaled and sighed, slowly standing up and stretching your arms above your head, “Just nervous. Lots of stress going back to school.” You muttered, slowly making your way over to Rhett. He had his arms outstretched when you got close enough, pulling you into a tight hug while he kissed the top of your head. 

“It’s gonna be okay.” You pull back and look up at him doubtfully, your lips pulling down in a slight frown, “I don't know how I know, I just do. So trust me.” Rhett insisted, his eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. 

“What? Are you like some fortune teller, hmm?” You tease, planting your hands on his chest, playing with the frayed fibers there.

“Somethin’ like that.” Rhett chuckled, one hand trailing up your back to tug on one of your braids jokingly. With your head tipped back, he took a chance to steal a kiss from you, smiling as you let out a small noise of protest against his lips. 

Letting go of your braid, his hand trailed back down to your waist, slipping his fingers into your back pocket. You deepened the kiss, chasing his warm mouth against the cold air of the barn. His jacket was gripped tightly in your fists, afraid to let him go. A snort escaped his nose, drawing back so just your foreheads were brushing.

“I aint goin’ anywhere.” Rhett whispers against your lips, his eyes half-lidded. 

It was a promise you knew he couldn't keep. Maybe he thought he could keep it, that everything would work itself out. You kept kissing him, spreading your fingers wide over the large expanse of his broad chest as you ignored his words.   

He turned your bodies, now pressing your back into the front of your truck. You felt warmth in your chest, drunk on his scent that surrounded you, the kisses getting messy. You could taste his breath, minty from his gum he spit out earlier. Forcefully, he nudged a leg in between yours, pinning you right where you were. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth as you gasped from where his thigh was.    

Cold hands framed your face, palms on your cheeks and you could smell the metallic-dirty scent of your truck. His thumbs brushed your cheekbones, your heart beating out of your chest. 

Suddenly, you were pushed away. Stumbling away from the truck and from Rhett. You blinked rapidly, dizzy as you tried to figure out what was going on. Your vision cleared up, and your blood ran ice cold. A loud clanging could be heard through your daze. 

Royal was standing in the doorway of the barn, the scenery behind him like a blank wasteland. It was a sharp contrast to his looming, dark figure. He stared at the two of you for what seemed like ages, in slow motion his eyes went between the two of you, expression vacant of any emotion. 

You hadn't even heard the door open, and it seemed like Rhett barely did before shoving you away. Tears welled up in your eyes, stinging while you felt your bottom lip quiver. It was like every emotion crashed into you at once, not letting you process what was going on. 

“A cow died in the west pasture. I’m thinkin’ last night.” Royal started, pulling off a glove to scratch at his brow. Rhett clenched his fists, his back completely turned to you, unable to see his expression. 

Pain blossomed on your ear, your senses coming back to you. Slowly, you lifted your hand to touch where it hurt, finding one of your earrings gone. When pushing you back his hand must've caught on it and pulled it out. You looked at your hand and found no blood, determining that it had just fallen out. Standing still, you looked at the ground, trying to find the glint of metal. 

“Her tongue and legs were all swollen. I’m thinkin’ it could be Blackleg… and in that case we need to move the rest of ‘em.” Royal says as you look for your earring, clenching your jaw at the description he just gave. You were paralyzed in fear. 

“Yeah, lemme just finish up here.” The sound of your hood closing startled you out of trying to be busy, looking at Rhett who paid you no mind. Your brow furrowed, looking back to Royal.

He tipped his head back towards the house, “Let’s get you inside.” Royal states and you nod, turning back to unplug the heat lamp. 

Following Royal out and towards the house, you keep your eyes down. You wait for him to turn around and scold you but he doesn't, just quietly walking to the house. It was like you were in a daze. Just blindly stumbling over the frozen dirt and almost tripping on the wooden stairs up to the house. 

Inside was like a tropical heatwave, prompting you to pull off your jacket. Royal leaves you at the foyer, and you can hear him explaining what he just found to Cecilia. You wait for him to tell her what he saw you doing in the barn, but it never comes. Just about that poor cow, how he suspects a few of them may have it too. Cecilia suggests going to the tractor supply, and that's when you stop listening. 

Wandering into the living room, you let your body go limp on one of the chairs. Tears returned in your eyes. It was too hot here, your sweater was choking you with its high neck. You felt like you were dying, quietly gasping for breath as you lay completely still on the chair. 

Rhett walks in from outside, knocking off his boots at the door. You could see him from where you were sitting, not making a move when he glanced over at you. Your stomach flipped before he walked away towards the voices of his parents and out of your sight. 

Closing your eyes, you swear you black out for a second. The next thing you know Cecilia is gently shaking your shoulder and your eyes fly open, inhaling sharply through your nose.

“I’m sorry you heard that honey. Royal said you looked pretty pale after he took you in, are you okay?” She asks and it's like your response is just words swirling around in your head like soup. She raises her eyebrows, awaiting your response. 

Clearing your throat, you sit up from your slouched position, “Yeah, um.” You rub your eyes, “Just sad, ya know.” You say weakly and Cecilia offers you a sympathetic smile, nodding. 

“He's worried it’s Blackleg. We have had it a few times, so I’m trustin’ his instinct.” She explains, “Could you come with me into town? I called the Tractor Supply while you were sleepin’ and it looks like they have some penicillin available still.” Running your tongue over your teeth you nod. Sleeping? You couldn't have been sleeping. You heard Rhett and Royal leave, you just shut your eyes for a second. 

“Yeah, I just need to go upstairs then I'll be right down.” You start to get up, steadying yourself on the back of the chair. Cecilia followed you close behind but split off when you got to the stairs, continuing to the kitchen. Walking up took all of your strength, still confused and absolutely oblivious to what was going on. It was like you were in some fucked up dream. 

The pain on your ear subsided, now just hot to the touch from the incident. You felt silly with just one earring in, deciding while looking in the floor-length mirror beside Perry’s bed to just take the other out. Hands shaking, you pulled on the back and front simultaneously, grimacing as it wouldn't budge. Dropping your hands, you shook them out before trying again, turning your face away from the mirror to try another angle. 

It finally gave way, the soft scraping of metal and it flew out. The front slipped from between your thumb and pointer, falling to the ground and out of your sight. 

Cursing, you set the metal back on Perry’s dresser, crouching down to look for the stupid earring. On your hands and knees, you searched for the stud. You found nothing but dust bunnies behind his mirror and under the dresser. Turning on your phone light, you looked under the bed. You sighed in relief as you saw the tiniest metal glint on the floor near the middle of the bed. 

Dropping your phone, you laid on your stomach and shimmied a little under the bed, outstretching your arm as far as it could go. The floor creaked under your weight. While you shifted closer, the top of your head bonked something sturdy shoved at the very head of the bed. 

Looking up, you sneezed suddenly, the dust getting to you. Swiftly, you grabbed the stud and slid out from under the bed, grabbing what you hit your head on as well. It was a blue sports bag, something you hadn't seen before. Sitting up, you brushed the dust off and set your earring on the edge of the bed. 

Curiosity took over and you unzipped the duffle bag. There were a few miscellaneous books, random pieces of clothing, and a pair of sneakers. All very common, normal things to be in a bag. You felt silly for even going through it. Cecilia was probably already dressed and waiting for you. 

As you were putting the things back into place you noticed one shoe was heavier than the other. Reaching inside, you felt an object shoved to the very top of the sneaker. You grabbed the sole of the shoe and hit the heel on the ground a few times before the object tumbled out and hit the floor. 

Your hands trembled as you reached for it. All you could hear was blood rushing in your ears as you turned the little black box over in your hands. You knew what it was. It was easy to tell even without opening it. 

Without thinking, you exposed what was inside. 

Against the black fabric lining the inside of the box shone a ring. Its metal glinting just how your earring did when you were looking for it under the bed. You sat there, head empty, staring at it while it glimmered up at you. 

Cecelia called your name, spooking you so you dropped the box. Quickly, you grabbed it from the floor and snapped it shut. Shoving everything back into the bag, you pushed it under the bed. Like a whirlwind, you were out of the room and bounding down the stairs to her. 

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The living room was dark and quiet, save for the sound of your breath. You had just sent Rhett a text, telling him you were in the living room. Your thumb still hovered over the send arrow, waiting for him to reply back. 

The day went by in a second. While driving to town you replayed everything in your head over and over again. Did Royal see you? He must've, especially Rhett shoving you away from him. Everything changed in a second, just a singular second of stupidity. And you are afraid of what could happen. So afraid of who could know. 

Your family would be disappointed in you, and you couldn't handle that. Gossip spreads like wildfire in a small town, and you were sure to get burned at the stake for your crime of sleeping with your boyfriend’s brother. God, your boyfriend’s brother. What a horrible mistake you've made. 

Before you see the three bubbles pop up you hear the floor creak above your head, signaling that he is coming down. You lock your phone and sit it on the couch cushion beside you. It doesn't take long for you to hear him walking down the steps to where you are. 

Looking up from your hands, you see him rounding the corner to you. Offering him a small smile, you extend a hand in his direction. Rhett grasps it and kneels beside you on the floor, a hand coming up to rest on your naked calf. He stroked the skin there, cocking his head in question as you sat in silence. 

“I found a ring.” You murmured almost silently. 

Rhett rested his chin on your knee, looking up at you through his thick eyelashes, “What do ya mean?”

“I mean-” Your voice cracked, “I found a bag under Perry’s bed and inside was an engagement ring.” His eyes widened and his hand on your shin stilled. “I’m afraid he’ll know I messed with it. After I found it I just threw everything back and didn't fix it.” You all but whined, your voice getting squeaky. 

“Well I don't think he will be anything right now. He would have told me.” Rhett tried to reassure you, his hand wrapping around your ankle. He was chewing on the inside of his cheek now, worrying the skin. 

“I have to go. I can't stay.” You start to run your fingers through his hair, but he jerks back, the hand on your ankle tightening. 

“Go? Go where?” He whispers, bewildered, “It’s the middle of the night.” 

“What did your dad say after he found us in the barn?” You ask, ignoring his question.

“It’s the middle of the night.” Rhett repeats, his tone serious. 

You sigh, exasperated, “I don't want to be here anymore. I don't care that it's the middle of the night, I am scared and I just can’t stay.” Your brow furrowed as you explained, swallowing the lump in your throat. “What did your dad say?’ You repeated.

“Nothing. He said nothing to me.” 

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” 

You exchanged stares, the back of his head illuminated like a halo. 

“Please wait till mornin’ for me. I know you're scared-” But you are already shaking your head ‘no’ before he can finish. Rhett stops himself and gives you a look, his jaw tensing. 

You let go of his hand and rub it down the top of your thigh, “I already have everything packed. I just need to change and get my things.” Rhett opens his mouth to protest but you are already standing up, stepping back from him. His hand falls from your ankle and he is left kneeling on the ground looking up at you. 

Rhett nods and gets up, ignoring the hand you offer to help him up. 

After grabbing your things, you take one last look at Perry before shutting his door for the last time. You felt nothing for him. Maybe because you felt so numb already. But you thought you would tear up a bit, but it was easy to be silent, grab your things, and leave. 

Rhett was waiting for you at the door, taking your bag out to your truck while you changed. It was like you were running on autopilot. No emotions, just wanting to get out. 

Your soul ached as you stepped out of the house and found that Rhett had started your truck for you, letting it warm up before you drove off. It was quiet outside. For once no wind was assaulting your face, no white flakes embedding themselves into your hair. The snow crunched under your boots as you walked over to Rhett. 

It was reminiscent of meeting in the church parking lot. 

He was waiting outside your driver’s door, arms crossed over his extensive chest covered by his Carhart hoodie. The second you got within arm’s reach, Rhett pulled you into a hug, burying his nose into your hair. Your cheek was pressed against the logo, closing your eyes sharply as you hugged him as tight as you could. 

“Be safe for me, hm?” He muttered into your head, the vibrations from his chest tickling your ear. You nodded, planting a kiss to the center. 

Pulling back, you kiss his cold lips. It lacked the fiery passion every other time had. But what it lacked in that was replaced with… sadness? It was weak, soft, and lacked depth. 

Like you were kissing someone lifeless. 

Rhett stepped back and opened the truck door for you, gesturing inside. You stepped forward and the heat hit you in the face. Your bag was already in the passenger seat and you looked back at Rhett. He tipped his head towards the open door as he held it  for you. 

You slid inside and Rhett shut the door for you, walking backwards a few steps as you buckled and put your car into drive. 

Then you drove away. Leaving Rhett behind to stand alone in the cold. 

You watched him in the rearview mirror, arms crossed like they always are. 

It took everything in you to not turn around and beg him to come with. 

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[filmtv2022]

A Spicy Night Out (18+ MDNI)

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Reader

Synopsis: You and Rhett spend a steamy night together huddled close at the Handsome Gambler. There is nothing like quite a spicy bit of public foreplay to get one another riled up and ready for more.

Warning: Public heavy petting/foreplay + spicy time in public + language + alcohol

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this steamy night out story. I apologize for any mistakes. It's been a long week, and always my proofreading skills leave something to be desired.

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The raucous crowd filled every corner of the bar, their voices blurring into nothing more than a mind-numbing buzz. Country music blared from the jukebox in the corner as a roar of excitement built over the pool tables. Its brassy twang was more than enough to keep people feeling as though their conversations were inaudible. Secrets, threats, and confessions of love were all anonymous equals in the din.

Secluded from the rest, you and Rhett found yourselves cozied up in one of the booths at the back. The peeling leather sat torn beneath the bare skin of your thighs as the hem of your sundresses slipped up under his touch. Rhett’s wide palm skimmed under the soft cotton, his calloused fingers exploring the velvety expanse of your skin. Reciprocating the touch, your hands wandered over his defined quads, paying close attention to how his breathing slowed as you worked your way higher. Taking a sip of the beer he held in his other hand, Rhett’s hungry gaze devoured the sight of you. Rhett’s lips hovered over the mouth of the bottle with a smirk. The devious grin matched the ravenous gleam in his eyes.

Yet again meeting his energy, your attention trailed over his neck and raised arm as he swallowed. A glazed-over look softened your features and unchecked desperation for him overtook your better judgment. Pressing your fingers into the rough denim of his jeans, you ghosted over his buckle before dipping lower all the while palming lewdly at him. The shining metal was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the rest of him. Toying with it, you tugged at the closure, feeling it pop open with a quiet clank.

“Darlin’, what do you think you’re doin’?” the thunk of his bottle on the ancient wooden table followed his words like an extra question mark.

“Nothin’, just enjoying my night,” you said coyly, glancing over at him as you shifted to sit on the side of your hip effectively blocking your ministrations from the view of any prying eyes.

“Christ, woman. You just say the word and I’ll take you home.” He chuckled silently at your attitude but did nothing further to stop you.

“Who says I wanna leave?” Leaning forward, your lips found his neck.

Setting an unhurried pace, you worked your way up, finally reaching his jawline where you nibbled at the sensitive spot below his ear. Taking the lobe between your teeth, you raked over it earning a low groan from Rhett. Clearly, giving up what little fight he’d put up before, he gripped the back of your thigh and tugged. Pulling you closer, your leg draped over his leaving you exposed to him. To keep yourself steady, your palm flew up to rest on his chest, leaving behind the act you’d been pursuing before. However, even with this change in position, you were undeterred.

Smiling against his skin, you kissed higher reaching his lips. It started innocently enough, a few close-lipped pecks before growing hungry. Sliding your tongue along the seam of his lips, Rhett gladly gave in to your request. His own desire got the best of him as his hands wandered to decidedly more intimate areas. Teasing over your underwear, Rhett could feel just how affected you were by this whole encounter. The realization sent blood coursing through his body. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to continue, to hell with the fact that he was sitting in a packed bar, but the rational side managed to win momentarily by some enormous miracle.

“You sure about this?” his eyes darted over your shoulder, scanning the room for any sign of impending interruption.

“Yes, I’m sure,” your lips brushed over his as you spoke and your hand wandered down his chest to find the waistband of his jeans. Making quick work of the button and zipper, you wasted no time going after what you wanted most. Your words were a needy whisper into his ear, “Are you?”

“Absolutely.” His voice trembled with arousal.

This time it was Rhett who pushed things to the next level. Crashing back into the kiss, he explored your mouth with renewed vigor, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to hear you. The gentle little whimpers and whines he’d earn from teasing you just the right way, the shaky breaths you’d allow to slip free as you relaxed into his touch, and most importantly the moans you’d almost certainly fail to contain. He’d need that, he needed it almost as much as he needed oxygen.

Pushing aside your underwear, he ran a thick finger along your folds savouring the feel of you. Ghosting over your clit, he smiled mischievously at the way your hips moved to meet his touch.

“Fuck, Rhett.”

“We’re gettin’ there sweetheart.”

Smacking his chest lightly, your head fell into the crook of his neck in an attempt to block out the rest of the world. This did nothing to solve the problem because the woodsy scent of his cologne only managed to rile you up more. Feeling him straining against his boxers, you decided to show him some mercy in the hopes that he’d reciprocate the favor. Reaching inside his underwear you took him in your hand, swiping your thumb over his tip to collect his arousal. Rocking your hips into his fingers in time with your pumps, Rhett finally caved and gave you what you wanted. His skilled fingers found your clit and stayed there giving gentle pressure just the way you liked it best. The two of you stayed like this for quite some time. If it hadn’t been for the blasting music and isolated booth the two of you would have given the rest of the patrons one hell of a show.

Feeling himself getting close, Rhett gained enough control to speak again, “Darlin’…” he groaned as you squeezed around his base, “Darlin’, hold on, we’ve got to stop.”

Stopping mid-stroke, you released your hold on him as worry, and embarrassment crept into your veins, “What? Did I… did I do something wrong?”

“Hell no sweetheart, you’re goddamn incredible. It’s just… I wanna fuck you properly, and there’s no way I can do that here.”

“Oh.” you could feel the blush rising in your cheeks at his words.

“Now come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”

[vicsnook]

Cowboy Let Me Take You Away | Rhett Abott x Reader

word count: 1874

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, Fluff

notes: Hi Y’all! I think it was about time I finally wrote a little something something for my Rhett girls. In this universe Rhett and Bob are twins so think maybe Bob Abott or Rhett Floyd 👀? Anyways I hope you all enjoy and please don’t forget to like/reblog (thank you for your previous ones 🫶🏼). I might do Rhett Fridays from here on out so be on the lookout!

Rhett and you had been introduced by his twin brother Bob at a work Christmas party and had been talking ever since, still you weren’t sure what exactly you two were. Yet here you were landing in Wyoming to see him. You spot the baggage claim sign easily as you disembark and head down to the first floor to get your bag. To say that you’re feeling nervous was an understatement. This moment had been months in the making and it was finally here.

Sure Rhett always texted you good morning, sent you letters, gifts on your birthday, and wasn’t seeing other girls but neither of you had taken the step to make things official. You never planned on falling for Bob’s brother right before a 6 month deployment and surely you didn’t expect him to wait on you but things seemed to be working in your favor. Your hands shake as you pull your bag from the carousel and head towards the front door to meet Rhett and even though you’ve imagined this moment a million times over the past few months, nothing could prepare you for how you felt now. He was standing with a bouquet of flowers on one hand and smiled as soon as he saw you.

Your heart feels like it might beat out of your chest as you let go of your bag and jump into his open arms. His head resting on yours as you bury your face in his chest, inhaling the scent of pines and leather that you’d missed so much. Loving never came easy for you but here in Rhett’s embrace, you couldn’t help but want to scream those 3 words. While pulling away, you think of kissing him but are interrupted by him handing you the flowers. Daisies, your favorite.

“I um, got these for ya.” He says with that crooked smile you love so much. His ears have a tinge of pink as you give him a peck on the cheek and thank him. You both sneak glances at each other on the ride home while making small talk and he finally grabs your hand after you set it on the console. When he drives into the town you’ve heard so much about over the past couple of months you feel the need to pinch yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.

You take a deep breath as you follow him up the steps to his small apartment. The walls are wooden, various rodeo posters are hanging on the wall, and on the nightstand you spot a picture of you both that Bob took the night you met. The same picture that was your phone lockscreen now. He sets your bag by the bed and you finally meet his beautiful blue eyes but you can’t seem to say a damn word as he takes a step closer to you and his hand grabs the back of your neck.

“Been wantin’ to do this for a while,” he whispers, finally closing the distance between you. Your fingers play with his hair as he kisses you softly and you can’t help the moan that escapes you when he tugs at your hair. Months of daydreaming and crappy phone sex all leading to this. His calloused hands make their way to the back of your thighs and you press closer to him as he lifts you up into his arms and pins you up against the wall.

Your fingers crumple his shirt as he kisses you roughly and passionately now. To feel him hard against you had you nearly begging him to rip your clothes off. He moves on from your lips and down to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on it. “God, you taste so sweet darlin’. Where’ve you been my whole life?” He mutters against your ear making shivers run through your body.

Your fingers undo the buttons on his shirt and he presses you even harder against the wall as he rips it off, the last few buttons scattering on the floor. Rhett pulls off your shirt and his hands are instantly pulling down the cups of your bra. You blush at his stare but can’t even think about it too much because his mouth is quickly sucking on your swollen bud. “Fuck Rhett, I need you,” you moan as he nibbles on your nipple. He leaves your nipple and captures you back into a heated kiss while making his way to the bed, carefully setting you on to it and climbing on top of you.

But as your hands make your way to undo his belt, you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. “Who the fuck?” he grunts against your neck and you chuckle at his exasperation. “Here baby,” he says as he passes you your shirt and pulls his back on, not bothering to try and button it up.

“Bob? I thought you weren’t in ‘til ‘morrow?” Rhett asked Bob who was the one that’d been knocking. You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting to tell Rhett that Bob was supposed to come today and you’d mixed up the dates. “Y/N didn’t tell ya? She got the days mixed up.” He replied, making his way inside and waving at you. “Oh shit, I’m interrupting something, aren’t I?” Bob knew the messy hair and swollen lips were indicative of your previous activities with Rhett and wanted to kick himself for not texting before coming. “No shit.” If looks could kill, Bob would certainly be dead thanks to Rhett’s stare.

“Okay okay, my bad, I’ll see y’all at moms for dinner.” Bob said, raising his hands in defense and scurrying out the door before anything else was said. “Now, where were we?” Said Rhett, making his way back to you but was interrupted by the door once again.

“What now?” he asked Bob, annoyed at the continuous interruptions. “Sorry, my truck won’t start. Can I borrow yours? I’ll come fetch y’all later.” Bob said hurriedly, his hands were in his pockets and his eyes looked at the floor like it might just swallow him. “Here.” Rhett said, handing him the keys and shutting the door before Bob could interrupt anything else.

“Come here, baby” You said, sitting up on the bed and pulling him down to you as he reached the bed. He was quickly back on top of you, discarding yours and his shirts. Rhett moved his hand behind you, undoing your bra with ease and throwing it to the floor and in turn you pull off his undershirt, trailing your hands through his chiseled abs. At the action, he pressed his hard cock against your clothed cunt and you rolled your hips forward, moaning at the friction.

Rhett’s lips crash again onto yours and you lift your ass as he pulls off your jeans trying not to break the kiss. “My favorite color,” he muttered as his eyes flicked down to the lacy red thong you’d picked out earlier in the week. “Just for you,” you mumbled into his neck, as he tore the piece of underwear off you and stuffed it into his jeans pocket.

His hips rolled against your bare cunt, making you arch your back while he grinned. You tried reaching for his belt but he was quick to swat you off. “Not yet,” he said, trailing kisses down your chest and only stopping once he reached your thighs. His blue eyes burning into yours as he kissed the inside of your thigh then used his fingers to spread your folds open. He didn’t break eye contact as he began to suck on your clit and your hands instinctively reached down to tug on his hair.

You whine as he pushes his index finger in and out of your cunt. “So wet for me,” he whispers against you, and you try to respond but the words die on your lips as he pushes another finger inside you. Your legs squeeze against his head and Rhett lets out groan against you, sending shivers down your spine. Pleasure washing over you as he increases his speed and soon you’re gripping his sheets, moaning loudly as you reach your high. “That’s it, cum for me honey,” he commands as his fingers work you through your high and you’re pushing him away shakily.

He moves back up and pulls you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. This time he lets you pull off his belt along with jeans and underwear. The feeling of his cock against your cunt makes you arch your back and Rhett takes the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses on your neck. You feel him line up against your entrance and slowly he sinks his cock into you until he bottoms out.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight honey,” He moans as he begins to push in and out of you, slowly letting you adjust to his length. Your place your hands on his shoulders and he lifts your leg slightly, allowing him to sink deeper into you. “Fuck Rhett,” you moan as he picks up the pace and the head of his cock continuously hits your g-spot. “Feel good?” He asked in between breaths but you couldn’t even reply because he thrusted harder into you.

He could feel you clenching around him as you scratched his back. His fingers played with your clit and you both moaned in unison as his thrusts started to become sloppier. His other hand gripping your waist tightly. “That’s it darlin’” He cooed as you arched your back and your legs began to shake. “That’s it,” he continued, fucking you through your orgasm. His grip on you tightened and you could feel his cock twitch as he spilled inside you.

Rhett leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek, both of you breathing heavily. “Was it better than you imagined?” you asked, your eyes still closed. “Ask me again, after I fuck you tonight.” He responded, pulling out of you slowly, you could feel his cum pouring out of you and onto the sheets. “Be right back,” He said as he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a damp towel. He was careful as he cleaned you up then helped you into one of his shirts, finishing by pressing a kiss against your temple.

You watched him slide on his underwear and felt your heart squeeze as you realized how much you didn’t want this week to end. The offer he made you of moving with you to California until your contract was over, now had an easy answer. “I’m so glad Bob dragged me to that Christmas party,” you told him, laying your head on his chest as he rubbed circles on your back. “Yeah?” He kissed your head, pulling you closer. “Mhm, and um, yes.” You replied, smiling against him.

“Yes what?” He asked, pulling back to look down at you. “I want you to come with me to California.” “Wait, really?” His eyes lit up at your statement and he pulled you in for a hug as you nodded. “I’m so glad you let Bob’s aggravating ass drag you to that Christmas party, baby.” You smiled, for once letting love be easy.

[delopsia]

Sneaking up on Rhett and revealing yourself by peppering his neck and cheek with kisses. His cheeks are turning redder by the second, and his giggles get a little louder with each and every peck. A single kiss on the lips was intended as your grand finale, but he's chasing you for more.

[jungle-angel]

The One With The Mother's Day Gift (Rhett Abbott x Cottagecore!Reader)

Summary: You couldn't have asked for a better Mother's Day gift than the one your family has given you

Warnings: Mentions of birth, parenthood etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @withahappyrefrain

You blinked your eyes open when you heard something in the open window, the morning sun pouring through and into the house. The plink of something on the sill and a familiar cawing woke you fully.

"Oh jeez, Shadow, it's eight in the morning," you groaned.

You went to the sill to see what the female crow had brought, possibly another little shiny thing for her and her mate's nest. To your amazement it was a bracelet, the very one you had eyed in the jewelry store downtown. You nearly gasped at the sight of the blue and purple stones laid into the gold.

The sounds of giggling and hushed whispers reached your ears but you dared not turn around and ruin the surprise.

"HAPPY HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!! FROM ALL OF US TO YOU!! WE'RE HAPPY YOU'RE OUR MOMMA, SO LET US PARTY TOO!! HEY!!!" Amy sang, giggling as she rushed to you.

You laughed, scooping her right up off her little feet, arrested at the sight of Rhett holding five month old Hannah in his arms and a bright red rose in his hand. "Happy Mother's Day, darlin," he said, kissing you on the lips.

"Thank you, Rhett," you said, kissing him back. "Looks like one of your little friends brought us something."

Shadow cawed again, hopping about on her little crow feet. "Alright, alright, I'm comin," Rhett told her.

Shadow cocked her head to the side as Rhett placed a handful of mealworms in front of her, the crow happily pecking away and eating her fill of breakfast.

"Sheesh ya'll would think she hadn't eaten in twenty years," Rhett chuckled.

You took him and your infant daughter into your arms, kissing them both. "Just you wait," you told him. "When your day rolls around I'll have a little surprise for you."

Rhett purred as he kissed you again. He couldn't wait to see what it would be, but you knew he'd love it either way.