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delopsia · 1 month ago

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Can't Wait | Bob x Reader x Rhett

Word Count: 5,400 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader. Wedding nights, sexting, handjobs, fingering, grinding, unprotected sex, anal sex (Rhett receiving) vaginal sex (Reader receiving), cake mentions, general playful smut. Brief Summary: Bob is stuck outside talking to some of your wedding guests, but you and Rhett can't wait for him anymore.

"'s he still out there?" Rhett pants against your lips, can't seem to pull himself away for longer than a millisecond.

"I don't hear him," but admittedly, you weren't paying all that much attention. If he's coming back, then you'll know the moment the entry pad on the door beeps.

Rhett grumbles, dragging himself away from you like he's being forced to do it, and you can hear the shoulder of his white dress shirt tear as he pushes himself up and off of you. It's a wonder the sleeve is still attached, entirely blown out in the back, only half of its stitches remaining intact.

Only he would manage to rip his shirt open while cutting a slice of cake.

The curtains are already pulled apart, a steady light peeking through the gap, a golden glow washing over the expanse of his broad shoulders. Highlighting the wrinkles and where his too-broad body strains against the fabric. The tailor's measurements must have been off when they worked on this shirt; there's no way he's grown so much in just three months.

"I thought he was s'pposed t' be the quiet one," he chirps, peering down into the parking lot. You can only assume Bobby is still standing next to the car, talking to the little group of friends and family who volunteered to help bring some of the wedding supplies to the hotel.

"This is why we should have let your mom take the stuff back to the ranch and dealt with getting it home later," you're fighting back a monster of a yawn, but it's of no use, breaking past your defenses before you can think twice.

He turns his head over his shoulder, the light hitting his eyelashes in such a way that it makes them look golden. "But then we would've had to drive out to Wabang,"

"Like we've ever complained about a road trip," you kick your foot at him, still trapped in that tiny white shoe. Almost forgot you were still wearing it.

Rhett's already giving up on peering out the window like a dog begging for its owner to come inside, lips falling into the slightest pout as he walks back to the bed. His index finger taps the side of your ankle as if to draw your attention back to your feet. "Thought ya wanted these off?"

"I did," wiggling your leg as he curls his hand beneath your ankle, gently lifting it. "I just don't feel like messing with them."

He doesn't seem to mind, though, wedding band glistening in the light as he eases the shoe off of your foot. It's almost gone numb, gradually beaten into a sense of unconsciousness after spending the whole day on them—the price you pay to look your best on your wedding day.

"Do you think he'd hurry up if he knew you were already undressing me?" You ask it as if his reply can change what you're about to do, already picking up your phone.

"Depends on if the dummy looks at his phone," Rhett chuckles, already reaching for your other shoe, pauses just long enough for you to snap a picture, and then that shoe is gone, too. "Remember that time we lost 'em in the mall, 'n he had his phone muted?"

Hitting send on a text has never been easier. "And he'd been watching us look for him the whole damn time."

Rhett fits between your legs so easily that you almost forget to set your phone aside again. Entirely overwhelmed by the warmth of his body against yours, how those big hands cradle the sides of your face as he picks up exactly where he left off. Swollen lips tangling, his sweet tongue poking through to greet you.

You can still taste the cake he's spent half the afternoon nibbling away on, nothing but sugar and the slightest hint of red velvet. He hasn't had a sip of liquor tonight, and yet something about him is intoxicating. Has your head spinning, lost in the subtle motion of your mouth melding against his.

Your legs rise, curling around his hips, pulling him closer. And your hand is already up in his hair, tangling in the wisps resting at his nape, stiff from being sprayed into place. All that time spent tidying him up, undone within mere seconds.

It feels almost wrong to do this without Bobby. Rolling your body up into Rhett's, gasping into his mouth when he meets you in the middle, the bulge in his slacks rubbing against you through the thin fabric. These clothes—you shouldn't be ruining them like this. You should be trying to preserve them, but fuck, you can't even comprehend the idea of stopping again.

The phone doesn't make a peep. Entirely too quiet. Even when you hook your finger into the buttons of Rhett's shirt, impatiently tugging.

"Y' can break 'em," the corner of his mouth lifts, such a drastic shift that you can feel it against your lips. "Don't think this is too salvageable anyhow."

"Tempting," pulling on a button, testing the idea. "Or you could unbutton it, and we use it against Robby."

He doesn't need to tell you his answer. Already leaning back into his haunches, big hands reaching for those tiny little buttons that seem to disappear as he fumbles with them. One after the other, as you open the camera again. One picture of the shirt halfway open, a sliver of pale skin poking through. Another of it fully unbuttoned, falling to the sides to expose that broad chest of his, still mottled with those fading hickeys.

Your own handiwork, you might add.

Sent.

"Wanna go ahead 'n get ya outta this?" Rhett tugs on the white fabric, still clinging to your body. "He'll probably be up by the time it's off."

Logically, that's how it should work. Getting undressed isn't easy by any means; it takes more than just a few minutes. Enough time for Bob to look at his phone, realize what you're up to, and scamper up into the hotel room. Rhett's even got the time to wriggle out of those tight slacks, clinging to his plush thighs like they were meant to stay there forever.

But here you are, your naked back kissing the sheets, and Bob isn't here. Your phone hasn't even lit up with a text, perpetually quiet, even as the fun resumes.

"There's no way he's taking this long," you can't help but grumble, lazily opening your arms for Rhett to fall into them, "on our wedding night, of all times."

Rhett's oversized body settles back on top of you, his chest warm against yours, feels like he's spent the whole afternoon lounging in the sun. "Guess we'll have to show 'em what he's missin'."

Teeth clatter. One of these days, you'll learn not to kiss while laughing, but today certainly is not that day. You just can't help yourself. Greedily squeezing his biceps, melting as his naked body rolls against yours, the dripping tip of his cock nudging the inside of your thigh.

"Should I send him a picture of this, too?" You can only imagine what that would be like for him. Looking down at his phone to the unexpected, dizzying sight of Rhett's pretty cock between your legs, the intentions so clear that even he won't need any clarification.

"Send 'em a video instead," Rhett leans back onto his haunches, taking hold of your knees and pushing them together, "pretty boy always has been obsessed with your thighs."

Oh, he's—oh, he's fucking your thighs. Positioning himself in such a way that his cock slides through your folds with ease, the underside of him rubbing against your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. You're supposed to be grabbing the phone, but...but...shit, you can't focus.

You can hardly keep ahold of the phone, your trembling thumb struggling to hit the record button as Rhett pushes into you once more. Groans so loud that you hardly realize you made a sound yourself, only evident when the clip replays by itself.

"If that don't work," grunting, he repeats the motion, "then I don't know what will."

The phone falls onto your chest, already long forgotten. Bob will see it. You know he will; it's just a matter of how long it takes him to look at his damn phone. Waiting for him is tempting, but—

"Fuck," you gasp, jolting like a live wire as he rubs into your clit again. Over and over, just enough pressure to have your core stirring with a familiar heat.

You don't know where he got the lube from, but Rhett's pulling away to slick himself in it. Pouring more into his palm and running that big, burning hand between your thighs, downright coating you in the stuff. It would've left you sore and raw otherwise; you remember that one from experience, but shit, you really can't bring yourself to care. Too focused on guiding him back to where he was.

"Anything from 'em?" Rhett's cheeks are already flushed, a wave of pink spreading up into his temples.

The motion of his hips punches a breath out of you. "Nothing."

Not that you even checked.

A car beeps outside. You're almost certain it's Cecelia's; her horn has sounded rather strange ever since Rhett figured out how to fix it after ten years of not working. Awkwardly high pitched, but a horn nonetheless.

"Maybe they're getting ready to leave," your fingers twist in the ends of Rhett's pretty hair, gently tugging him closer.

There's a voice outside the door, but it's far too deep to be Bob's. You're only now realizing the potential of him unintentionally barging in with a few extra guests. It's too late to start worrying about that. Not when you're already here.

Rhett's soft tongue darts out, swiping against your bottom lip, a courtesy he learned from Bobby some few years ago. Your mouth parts, tongue lazily twisting with his, wet and far too messy for it to be something pretty.

The phone still doesn't buzz, and the door still doesn't open.

Just the two of you. The smooth metal of his ring rubbing against your jaw as he curls his hand around your face. Haphazardly rolling his hips at the same time that yours rise from the bed, the plush head of his cock dragging against your clit so harshly that stars sparkle behind your eyes. Again. You need—you need him to do that again.

"Rhett," slips out of you like a plea. Can't even voice what you're asking for.

The lubricant cap audibly clicks open. "'s his own fault for takin' too long."

He only pulls away to make room for his hand, slipping between your parted legs, those dark eyes watching his every move as he pushes two fingers into you. Starting slow is for another day—a day when you're not so impatient.

Rhett's already curling his fingers, blatantly rubbing into the little bundle of nerves that have become all too familiar with his antics. He knows he's found them before you do, stroking them with the pad of his middle finger, has your thighs trying to clamp together as a wave of heat flushes through you.

"I don't think I need it," it's the impatient part of you that's talking. If you don't want to be sore in the morning, then you definitely need it, but god, you need him more than your desire to walk without a waddle.

A third finger pushes into you, the stretch bordering the line of uncomfortable. "Sure feels like y' need it."

It's hard to argue when he presses his thumb against your clit, applies a bit of pressure with every gentle thrust of his fingers. Something about it has a tingle shooting down your leg, toes curling.

Blind, you reach off to the side, feeling across the mattress in search of your phone. But it's not...where is...oh, it's on your chest. Still no response from Bobby, but maybe the sight between your legs will be enough to finally crack him. Rhett's fingers shallowly fucking you open, his cock so heavy that it tilts off to the side, resting against his hip.

"Are we sure he even took his phone with him?" Your hips buck, set off by another bout of sudden pressure against your clit.

"I know he did." His mouth breaks into a smile.

Your question comes out as a garbled whine.

Fortunately, he's long since learned to understand your nonverbal grumblings. "Felt it in his pocket when I grabbed his ass earlier."

"You've done that a lot today," reaching down to push his hand away before all of that stimulation can blossom into something bigger. Not ready for that yet.

Rhett reaches for the lube once more, pouring an obscene amount of it into his hand. Sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he reaches for his cock, the motion of his fist punctuated by a sickly wet noise. But even the size of his hand does nothing to make him look smaller, or even average, for that matter. "Like you ain't been eyein' 'em up ever since he put them fancy tailored pants on."

Fair point.

Your legs automatically lift when he scoots forward, settling against the bone of his hips out of pure habit. Strange to think how something as intimate as this can begin to form routines. This position, the way Rhett deliberately drags his cock head against your cunt, bold enough to dip between your folds but failing to do anything more than that. Soft nudges that always seem to test your resolve.

"Tease," you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear.

"Least I ain't yappin' in the parkin' lot," and that's all it takes for him to push into you, girthy tip stretching you open so suddenly that it nearly makes you jump.

You weren't planning to reach for the phone again, but you can't help yourself. It's just too easy to press record and let Rhett do all of the work, his cock gradually disappearing inside of you, inch by inch. You're fairly certain that the video catches the sound of your whimper, thighs shivering at the familiar feeling of him inside you.

"Sure wish a certain someone was here," Rhett sighs, batting those big blue eyes at the camera.

You've sent so much that you almost feel guilty for sending this one, back-to-back texts spamming him with gradually devolving content. That picture of Rhett undressing you doesn't seem so risque now that you've got this to compare it to.

And yet that damn door still doesn't open. Just you and Rhett, clinging to one another as his cock gradually sinks into your pussy, stretching you so wide that it's growing harder to breathe. There's just so much of him. Thought you'd get used to it by now, but every time is still like the first, always catching you off guard.

But then he's bottoming out, hips flush against yours, and you can't help but wind your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as if you might fly away at any moment. Oh, and he just lets you do it, too. Collapsing into you with a chuckle, his head dipping down to rest in the space between your neck and shoulder.

"Can feel ya clenchin' 'round me, sweetheart," he murmurs into your ear, swiveling his hips in the smallest circle he can manage. Air catches in your throat.

A shrill beep sounds. A door handle turns, and—

"There ya are," Rhett all but chirps, lifting his head just as Bobby emerges into view.

He's already gotten his tie off, hurriedly working at his shirt buttons like his life depends on it. "What the hell is wrong with you two?" His whisper comes out as a shout, afraid to let the sound carry out of the room.

"Hey, we strung it out for as long as we could," and there's more that you were going to say, but Rhett's moving, pulling out, only to push back in, rocking you against the bed.

Bob's already giving up on the buttons, tugging the shirt over his head entirely, exposing miles upon miles of milky white skin. Gently toned and dusted with freckles, biceps flexing as he fumbles with his pants, and you can hear his phone thunk to the floor.

"What took ya so long?" You'd like to know how Rhett manages to sound so normal at a time like this.

"I love my mom but she talks way too much," Bob's forced to stop and kick his shoes off, no regard for where they land. "'ve been trying to walk away since the photo of Rhett's shirt coming off."

The bed dips as he climbs up to join you, his cold hand gripping your knee as he leans in to press a kiss to Rhett's naked shoulder. You don't know if you whine because of Rhett pushing into you again or if it's because you want a kiss too.

Regardless, Bob has already come to his conclusion, leaning down to peck you on the lips. "Menace."

You can't help yourself. Trailing a curious hand down his chest, only to be caught by his bigger hand, guiding you down between his legs. Not wasting time tonight, and you are not complaining. But then Rhett shifts his angle, rubbing against those nerves just right, your back twitching up off the bed, and your hand squeezes just a little harder than you planned—

"Fuck," Bob hisses, "I didn't expect this out of you two tonight."

You have a response. You swear you do, but it's so hard to hang onto. Lost the moment Rhett begins to find a proper rhythm, shallow, hard thrusts that never let you escape that overwhelming sense of fullness. Balls gently smacking against your ass, a spring in the mattress beginning to squeal.

You've got half the capacity to move your hand, fumbling with the band of Bob's briefs until you can manage to pull it down far enough, flushed cock springing free like a monster jumping out of the shadows. A tiny bead of precum at his tip, an angry shade of red that you've no doubt caused. You swipe your thumb across it, spreading it across his slit until you feel him shudder.

"How—" his own sentence cut short by a gasp, twitching away from your assault on his sensitive tip. "When did one of you pack the lube off the nightstand?"

"Rhett." Because it certainly wasn't you.

That's a conundrum to solve later. When Rhett isn't taking hold of your thighs and pushing them up toward your chest, positioning you in such a way that your body rocks back into him with every haphazard thrust. And that's—

Your eyes roll back. A shock jolting up your lower belly. Shit, shit, shit.

"I reckon you found it," Bob muses; you're pretty sure that's a smile plastered across his face.

"Oh yeah," Rhett's so damn smug about it, grinning like he's just won a lottery. "pussy's fuckin' clenchin' 'round me—shit."

You're only vaguely aware of Bob reaching between your bodies, running his fingers against your stretched cunt, feeling where Rhett disappears into you. And you're almost certain that he can feel every tiny pulse of your body, spasming around Rhett's cock, his fat cock head assaulting that trembling bundle of nerves.

Oh, and you can feel how you're growing wetter around him. A white ring forming around the base of his cock, and it's all your own doing. Something about it has your head tilting back. Helpless to do anything but take what he gives you. Punching little noises out of your throat with every smack of his hips.

Bob's doing something next to you, but you can't pay it all that much attention. Can hardly keep your frantic hand working around his cock as it is, only distantly aware of the cold lube pouring on top of your fingers, slickening the glide.

Rhett gasps. His hips stutter. "W-what are you...?"

"Don't mind me," Bob's grinning, his dominant hand somewhere behind Rhett's back.

"Ya can't just...can't just push your fingers into me jus' like that," Rhett stills, almost frozen on top of you.

Except Bob stops moving, too. "Gonna have to do it yourself, cowboy."

Rhett grumbles, cheeks puffing with air. Dramatic. But after a moment, he begins to move again. Slowly pulling out of you and pushing himself back into Bob's fingers. Must be doing something right because his eyelashes flutter, a faint whine slipping off his tongue.

"Fu-fuck," You don't quite know what to do with yourself. Torn between drinking in his shifting expression and the sight of his cock easing in and out of you, so slow compared to the pace he set earlier. Carefully nudging every nerve, fireworks igniting in the back of your head. Only further urged on by the noises that suddenly begin to tumble out of Rhett's mouth.

"Ah—" Rhett jumps forward, unintentionally slamming into you.

The culprit grins. Glasses glistening in the light. "Can't take three fingers?"

"Sur..surprised me," Rhett's trying to talk, but it's as difficult for him as it is for you.

You can't see anything, but you hear the moment Bob begins to properly move his fingers, a wet noise greeting your ears. Quickly fucking in and out of Rhett's tight little hole like he's trying to make him cum from that alone. Repeatedly hitting his prostate, every strike making his cock twitch inside of you.

Just as quickly as he settled next to you, Bob slips away, dick slipping from your grasp as he settles behind Rhett instead. Rhett stills, fully sheathed inside of you, chest heaving, leaning down to steal a kiss. A peck too chaste for the occasion, such a stark contrast to what's going on between your legs. But you're chasing him down for another, and he's giving you a third, and then—

He sucks in a breath.

"Easy...easy," Bob soothes, and you can see the way he tilts his hips forward, pushing into Rhett's perky ass bit by bit. His hand flattens against the small of Rhett's back, such a simple thing that manages to keep him still. "Need you to quit clenchin' so hard, baby."

Rhett's head falls onto your shoulder, a low grumble slipping out of him. Panting hard against your collar, breath so hot that it feels like the beginnings of a fire. That's a struggle you recognize, the overwhelming stretch that is taking Bob Floyd's cock, a little too endowed for his own good.

It seems that both of you will be sore in the morning.

Bob's hips flatten against Rhett's, unintentionally driving him further into you. Two whimpers twist through the hotel room.

"Now this is a sight," Bob breathes, an unusual twinkle in his eye, "should I text you two a picture?"

Eyeroll.

He's making no effort to work his hips; just draws himself back a bit and remains there. An unmoving pillar. Rhett seems to get the gist pretty quickly, though, picking himself up and trying to figure out a new rhythm. Choppy at first, not quite adjusted to two forms of stimulation at once.

"Fu—mmh," he's babbling already, broken ends of words falling off his tongue, unable to stop them now that they've started. "This is, this is a l-lot."

But he's making it work. Shallow thrusts that never let up on your burning nerves, then pushing back onto Bob's cock. Must be hitting something good because the corner of his eye twitches every time.

This almost feels too dirty for your wedding night. Your hands finding their way to his shoulders, nails biting into the smooth skin there as he fucks you and himself all at once. The squish of lube and your own wetness, an obscene noise chasing every motion he makes. Such a damn mess between your shivering thighs, and Rhett can't see it, but Bob's eyes are beginning to roll, tipping up toward the ceiling like he can't believe what he's feeling.

Your heart pounds against your chest. So aggressive that you can feel it beating in your throat. Familiar heat coiling in your lower belly. Close. You're close. But talking is a concept far beyond your reach. Nothing but breathy little uh, uh, uh's forced out of your chest, can't hang onto oxygen for any longer than a millisecond.

"Shit!" Rhett squeals, suddenly thrust forward. You narrowly catch sight of Bob reeling back, deliberately pushing forward when Rhett bounces back into him, a sharp 'smack' emanating around the room.

A shiver visibly ripples through Rhett's body. His hair falls out from behind his ear. Bleary blues gazing down at you; not even close to being on this planet anymore.

"How's that feel?" Bob coos, pushing forward so hard that it rocks Rhett into you. Right up into your—oh shit.

"Feels..." Rhett's head drops into your chest. Stubble prickles the skin there. "It...it feels—Bobby, Bobby right there!"

You don't know what pushes you over the edge, but your head goes quiet.

For a fleeting moment, it's as if time has stopped entirely. Calm. Peaceful, even. Back arching off the bed in what feels like slow motion, lightning arcing across your body before it all strikes you at once.

A blinding wave of pleasure washes over you. And you're crying out. Involuntarily clenching around Rhett's pulsing cock. Cumming without so much as a warning. Toes curling. Body bucking like you've been touched with a live wire. Can't even see—vision blurring into smudges of color.

Something about it is enough to set Rhett off. Collapsing against you. Cock spasming so hard that you can feel it as he spills into your over-sensitive pussy. Hot cum painting you white, rope after rope of it pumping into you like it's the only thing he was made to do.

It seems to take forever to get your eyes to open, the dull bedside lamp almost seeming to blind you. Everything is still. Rhett lying atop you, his face hidden against your neck, chests heaving together.

Bob's unfocused gaze distantly connects with yours. Lips parted, cheeks flushed.

"Did you cum already?" You croak, a giggle lacing your words.

That gets him to smile. Maybe a little too innocently for your current predicament. "Came very close to it." Then, reaching to tap Rhett on the hip. "You still with us, sweet pea?"

Rhett hums. His head jerking with what feels like an attempt to nod. "Keep goin'."

"You're sure?"

"Mhm."

Bob's big hands curl around Rhett's hips, forearms flexing with the effort of hauling him up and away from your spent body, limp cock slipping out of you with a soft, wet noise that rings in your ears. He's still not sitting up. Cheek squished against your belly, ass high in the air, as Bob begins to move again.

That very first thrust jolts him forward. Hair bouncing, a faint grunt emanating from his throat. There's no way he isn't sensitive, every sensation amplified by his most recent orgasm, but he doesn't complain about it. Just keeps making those soft noises as Bob properly starts to fuck him. Skin smacking against skin, far too crude for a wedding night.

"'s this what ya wanted?" Bob's sounding somewhat southern. You're waiting for a piece of straw to magically appear in his mouth. "After ya spent half the damn day grabbin' my ass?"

"Like you don't—oh," Rhett jumps, muffling one of his own moans. "Like you...like you don't like havin' yer ass played with."

Bob cracks a hand against Rhett's ass, sends him jumping again. "Not in public!"

But that's doing nothing to quiet him. "Your hard-on sure said otherwise."

It's a change in the angle that shuts your cowboy up. His eyelashes fluttering as Bobby strokes his prostate again, the direct pressure too much for him to handle. Mouth falling wide open, drooling into your belly, whimpering high in his throat like a bitch in heat. He can make it all stop as soon as he commands it, but he doesn't make any move to utter the safe word, content to lay here and take it.

One of your hands strokes through his hair, pushing it out of his face and behind his ear. Traveling down the expanse of his neck, nails wandering across his spine, going as far as you can reach. Bob reaches down, fingers slotting between yours, loosely holding onto you. He's got that unfocused look in his eye again.

"Where do y' want me to cum, pretty boy?" There's a breathiness to his tone that wasn't there before. "On your thighs? In your cute little ass again?"

"I-in..." swallowing hard, "inside."

In hindsight, Bob absolutely could have guessed that.

"Yeah?" Glasses bouncing with his thrusts. "God, y' really are a lil cumslut, ain't ya?"

Rhett mewls, burying his face into your belly. Can't say anything to that.

One. Two. Three more strokes are all it takes before Bobby slams into him one final time, breathing hard through his nose as his orgasm hits him. Rhett's already squirming, grinding himself back as Bob pumps him full, always so eager to get it as deep as he possibly can, and it only manages to draw low groans out of both of them.

It usually takes Bob a little while to pull out, but he's already drawing back, eyes fixated on the mess he's made of your beloved cowboy. Whatever it is, it's a sight that's enough to have his eyes rolling back.

"We should do this more often," you find yourself saying. Don't entirely know what led you to opening your mouth in the first place.

The space on your right is the perfect spot for Bob Floytt to collapse into. You couldn't see the thin sheen of sweat until just now, glistening as he settles down. Kisses your cheek before he lets his head find its way to your shoulder. "Which part?"

"All of it," Rhett, muttering dumbly. His eyes aren't open, and aside from his hips gradually sinking back down, he's not moving.

It seems that you, their lawfully wedded pillow, are not going to be getting up any time soon.

Bob reaches for your hand, idly playing with your ring, twisting it back and forth as if to make sure it doesn't disappear. When it doesn't, he reaches for Rhett's and repeats the same motion.

"What..." Rhett's interrupted by a yawn. "Are y' doin?"

"I don't know."

And then it's quiet. The three of you in this too-big hotel room, out in the middle of a town you once never knew existed, directly across the street from the motels you first bonded in. Through the window, you can see exactly where Rhett had parked that night, in the far back corner where nothing but the rising sun could interrupt you.

"What if..." you've got to pause, working out the logic of what you're about to suggest. You don't have a truck bed to sit in this time, but there should be some extra blankets in the backseat that can handle getting dirty.

Bob pokes you on the nose with his index finger. "If?"

"What if we take a shower and go sit outside together?" Finishing your thought aloud. "See if we can still manage to stay up 'till sunrise."

"Only if ya agree to be my race track again," Rhett lifts his head, a small smile on his face as he presses a kiss to your naked belly.

You knew they packed those little toy cars. They always manage to get into the luggage, even if they try to tell you otherwise. "Deal."

Two hums of agreement sound out.

...but it still takes you a good while to move. A little too content to lounge in this bed, regardless of the mess you've made of each other. And even when you do move, it's slow. A trio of turtles, leaning against each other and dragging your feet. The shower can only do so much to knock you out of your post-orgasm stupors.

"Wow, you two really are limping," Bob teases, somewhere between the walk from the hotel room to the parking lot.

"Keep your laughin'," Rhett's trying to sound threatening, but his smile is audible. "You'll be singin' a different tune when I get ahold of ya in the mornin'."

"He's serious," you parrot. No idea if he actually is or not.

Bobby just laughs, winking back at you. "Can't wait."

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asherlockstudy · 2 months ago

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Some thoughts on the 40 years friendship anniversary Ear Biscuit

Regarding the moment when Rhett makes some fun at the shippers who ship them for moments such as the look they shared when they were kissing their girlfriends... I will say that by saying "As we have proven, we do not mind feeding into your theories", that's a double edged sword. Technically it is neither negation nor confirmation of anything - it is observation of something that can't be overlooked anymore like what they are doing with Wonderhole, while however refusing to take it seriously. It reminds me one of the last ambiguous jokes Rhett had cracked against the shippers, like a year ago or so, when he had said "PERHAPS YOU ARE RIGHT, OKAY" I don't remember it exactly, he had claimed the shipping conviction was so overwhelming that he was almost getting confused what the truth was and perhaps "we were right". Pity he doesn't clarify whether he means only the intentional scripted content or candid stuff that has at times slipped out of his control, like that eye contact. As an oldie, I remember how he has been always telling that story and it was that he opened his eyes to see that Link was already staring at him. He felt uncomfortable so he turned to the other side. He consistently finds it hilarious for years whereas Link always defends himself apologetically and shyly by saying "he was trying to check with Rhett if he was doing it right". So it wasn't exactly the "momentary glance of mutual hetero approval" they went for this time. But, if Rhett really finds it that hilarious, then it might as well have been an accidental eye contact and it taking large dimensions with the shippers may seem particularly amusing to him. However, it is him who brings it back again and again over the years, apparently the momentary glance has left such an impression (of amusement).

Rhett totally deflects when Link claims he had scolded him for how intimate he was getting with his girlfriends.

Marriage bathtub rum episode mentioned again

Link about the first days in college: "For me, going off to college, together, moving into that dorm room, I just remember the feeling of the first week and that we had each other at a point where we were completely on our own. And I remember being scared shitless in a lot of ways after that first week. It's like, wow, this is a different level of freedom. I feel like the net's gone, but we had each other and we had an identity to everyone else of having each other. "

It was sort of bittersweet to see that Link, who comes off as a pretty intense person, seems to have maintained a subdued attitude throughout most of his friendship with Rhett. Based on the things he said, this was sort of a survival mechanism to ensure he would remain Rhett's friend at all costs. He admitted that he wasn't all that crazy about the ministry and he was sort of following along, motivated by the consoling thought that since Rhett was taking him along, then that meant he was appreciating him for his skills, his abilties, his talent and who he was. Same thing with their career actually, Link basically admitted that he is not invested to the degree Rhett is (Rhett lowkey looked like he was given a small slap there) but it's about sticking to this promise of making it work out together. Even one of the first times Rhett confessed he considered giving up on the church during the great roadtrip across America and even though Link had been on a parallel similar journey, Link did not voice his own spiritual concerns and doubts but instead remained a silent "shoulder" for Rhett to “cry on” because he reasoned (maybe it felt safer this way) that surely Rhett was going through a phase and he would return to his traditional, religious self. And if Link was quick to abandon faith too and then Rhett regretted it then they would grew apart. But he was also fearing that if he remained religious and Rhett adhered to his choice to leave the church then they would also grow distant. So he chose to do all the listening, waiting for Rhett to take the final decision. (And then of course we know Link reached his limit with the plexi-glass kiss and suddently decided to turn their world upside down but this is not for this post ok). However, this just shows again and again how almost everything in Link's world revolves around Rhett, it's incredible how dedicated he is in his love for him. Link is a stunning guy, he was a good student, he could have done anything and be with anyone but he made this choice to devote himself to that guy completely and just went with it. It's just amazing. If we take into account what Link had said in his deconstruction, he had always had way more doubts, since an early age, but he was determined to act as pious as Rhett, if not more and even remain pious when Rhett was having his doubts out of his fierce persistence that this was ultimately the way to be accepted by Rhett.

Thank goodness they gave us a rough timeline of Link's "breakup" mail to Rhett and Rhett's delayed apology, because based on the dynamics we were observing in their content we could have been able to tell by ourselves! If the email was sent around the GMM 22 format or a little prior to it, it is not a surprise at all. This was the time a lot of the fans, even shippers, were speculating that something seemed off between them, that they weren’t real friends anymore, that they always seemed angry at each other. It was around that time that Link was being vocal about how Rhett didn’t open up about his emotions to him and at the time Rhett indeed looked very uncomfortable with it.

Let me tell you though, they were not telling the entire story. There was another thing that was happening at the time and they mentioned it once or twice in the Ear Biscuits of that period but then I don't remember if they ever mentioned it again. Along with the insane amount of work they were involved with at the time that would have made just about anyone neglect their personal relationships, it was around that time or a little earlier that they imposed rules on their friendship. They had said in EBs that their work and their friendship was taking up too much space from their families and other aspects of their lives so they freaking came up with rules to regulate their friendship. The examples they mentioned to explain this were VERY interesting: it was forbidden to communicate during vacation and if they both went to NC to their parents during the holidays they should not meet up. Even more insanely specifically, if they happened to cross ways in a supermarket aisle for example, the rule was to not acknowledge each other and just look the other way!!!!!!!!!!!! They also had rules for physical touches, Link characteristically said: "If you helped me with my belt, alarms went immediately off in my mind. Oh, why are you helping me put my belt? You don't usually help me put my belt!". Really, is it my fault to say that none of this shit is indicative of a platonic friendship? They never talked about it again. Perhaps they understood they shared too much. A few months or about a year after this was happening and shortly after the crazy work schedule, they made an EB announcing that they were now doing the exact opposite, meaning they would actively try to find more quality time for their friendship outside work. Now, we can tell that this choice was made probably after Link had sent the email to Rhett because clearly those rules he had initially agreed upon were tormenting him. My point is, their friendship wasn't threatened only as a natural consequence of their hectic work schedule but by their choices too.

I am sorry if I am the broken record but this is compatible with this recurring theme in the One Story, where Link is in trouble, Rhett saves him only to fall in trouble even harder. In the Digging a Hole video, Rhett says how he thought "Link was losing control in his enjoyment of the hole digging" that he had to step up. Rhett started this as a controlled, secret situationship and when Link started getting way too immersed in it, Rhett shat himself, fearing Link was risking their careers, their families, everything they had built. So they came up with rules and filled their time with work, work, work to control what was happening between them. Link tried but in the process he felt that besides everything they were trying to control, they were also losing their foundations, their original pure friendship. So, for such a passionate friend (or a man insanely in love, if you will) to feel that he and his lifelong best friend had turned into strangers, into working robots to strip all the emotions from their relationship, he thought "you know, if we are not even gonna be friends like we always were, I don't want any of this at all". Once again, I am amazed at the genuiness of his sentiment. He has fame, he has a lot of money, we know he is frugal and yet he was willing to give it all up, to start from scratch, to reinvent himself on his own, in order to not suffer through a possible slow alienation with Rhett. (I mean he still was ready to be swayed by Rhett with the bare minimum though lol)

To Rhett's credit, like they said, even if he's not one for words, he was at his door the next day like "what was that shit about alienation you're talking about?!". History has shown after all that no matter how bad he is with words, how emotionally constipated, how work obsessed, how supportive of the idea to keep this a secret situationship, how fearful their relationship will likely destroy their careers and a lot of their bonds with other people, how vulnerable to people's opinions, so far time tells he is choosing Link over everything else, even at the prospect of disaster. And channeling all this anxiety and concern but also the choice he has made to his art has become his new passion, because this is how his mind works, this is how he expresses himself, his feelings, his love.

Rhett reread the email during the quarantine which also makes total sense! We have all discussed Rhett's notorious neediness at the time of the pandemic. I like to say he was climbing the walls at the time because he really did. Even in their zoom GMMs, he was protesting to Link because they were not meeting, he was like "I am healthy, you are healthy, LET'S MEET I BEG YOU I AM LOSING MY MIND PLEASE". This was an average GMM and EB at the time, remember? I believe this sudden unexpected distance was what really sealed the deal for Rhett, he thought things over and over. It's true, he did take Link for granted because Link was always by his side, he never missed him. But this time, Link had devoted himself to Christy who was coping very badly with the Coronavirus panic and he wasn't meeting with him, he had become aloof and Rhett was getting increasingly emotionally and physically frustrated and at this point he probably understood what it feels to not have Link for granted or what it felt for Link to feel emotionally neglected in their relationship.

Link was a little... happy when Rhett admitted their relationships to girls were shallow. He's laughing nervously for almost 20 seconds.. but it is adorable. I love this laugh of his, the heheHEheHEheheHEHEhehe, reminds me of the "I hit you in the funny bone" moment in GMM :)))

I did not intend this to get that long...

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago

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danny ... finding out the boy in the picture ... is the v card thief !!!! Kicking my feet and giggling !!

The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {7}

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, angst, smut, fluff, soft!danny WC: 2.5K F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight Snapshots: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Fic Playlist: Die A Happy Man - Thomas Rhett

The colour behind your eyelids dimmed and you opened them wondering where the cloud had come from in the endless blue sky. You immediately sat up and looked around for Danny when you found the cloud in your day was actually Andrew towering over your sun lounger.

“Uh, hi,” you said as he smiled and leaned in to try to hug you. “Woah, what are you doing?”

“We haven’t seen each other in like five years.” His arms were still open expecting to embrace you.

“Exactly.” You grabbed your towel and wrapped it around your body after seeing his eyes roam the skin that was visible.

“Hey baby, is this guy bothering you?” Daniel arrived at your back, his hands cold on your shoulders from going to the lakeside cafe and getting some iced drinks. “Wait, I recognise you - you’re the perv from the picture.”

“What?” Andrew chuckled in confusion.

“You were checking her out at the bar last night.” Daniel opened his phone and shook his head as he saw the picture again, confirming it as he turned it around. “Seriously?”

Andrew laughed and looked at you with a smirk. “I thought it was you but I couldn’t see your face. That ass though, I’d recognise it anywhere.”

“Danny!” you gasped as you leapt to your feet, turning and planting your hands on his chest at the first sign of movement. “There’s a crowd, you know what Christian said.”

“You think I care, kitten?”

“I think he isn’t worth it.” You looked over your shoulder to see an incensing remark about to be sent Daniel’s way. “Andrew, please leave.”

“Andrew huh?” Daniel echoed before his arms curled around your waist and he stared him down from where he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“She told you about me?” he asked with a cocky grin.

You sighed at the stand off you found yourself in the midst of and narrowed your eyes at Andrew hoping he would get the message to piss off but he wasn’t looking at you and seemed content to ruin your day. More and more cameras were coming out as the tension seemed to ripple across the surface of the lake.

“Did she tell you I was her first?” he taunted with a smirk.

“So? I’ll be her last,” Daniel laughed as his hand splayed low across your abdomen, his fingertips dancing across the top of your swimsuit bottoms and drawing Andrew’s eyes down to the movement. “That’s all that matters.”

“Drew, move it along,” your father stated as he arrived, soaking wet from leaving the lake to intervene when he noticed the three of you.

“It’s public property, sir.” Daniel snorted at the switch in character while your dad found his phone with his belongings next to yours, already starting to dial a number. “Who are you calling?”

“Your father.” Andrew was gone before he could hit ‘call’ and he tossed it back on the sun lounger with a shake of his head. “That boy never knew when to walk away.”

“Thanks, dad.”

“It’s not a family reunion without some drama, last time it was Nessa and that boy - what’s his name? - I lose count,” he said with a roll of his eyes before pointing a finger at Daniel’s hand. “I know you’re marrying her, but she’s still my daughter, hands above the waist, son.”

His palms had warmed on your skin and they quickly shifted up to your ribs with a stiff nod. “Yes, sir.”

With your father heading back to the water, Daniel couldn’t resist whispering in your ear, “Imagine if he knew all the bad things I had done to his little girl.”

“I don’t think they are bad things,” you whispered back. “I think they are very, very good.”

“That’s because you are a filthy little minx, my kitten.”

You turned in his arms that remained firmly above your hips and bit your lip as you thought of all the filthy things you wanted him to do. “Wanna head back early?”

His smile turned to a chuckle and his head tilted slightly. “To an empty house? It would be very quiet.”

“Not for long, I’m sure you can change that.”

His hands started to drift to your ass and he swallowed as he watched your tongue wet your lips. “Just how will I do that?”

“I could tell you, or...I could show you.”

“Any other ex-boyfriends I should know about, kitten?” Daniel asked on the drive home from the airport.

“Nope, funnily enough I wasn’t all that interested in dating and men before I met you.”

His eyes to you, quickly reading the honesty on your face before returning to the road. “Then how did Douche-Bag-Drew get a shot?”

You shrugged at the question and tucked your leg up on the seat to rest your chin on your knee as you watched the city come into view. “Naivety, YA books, I don’t know. I thought it was an experience you were meant to have before going off to college or uni. It wasn’t because I was ready or in love. Maybe that’s why it hurt so much, it was horrible.”

He reached across the seat and took your hand, bringing it to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. “I’m sorry.”

Your brows pinched together in confusion at the apology. “Why?”

“Because you deserved better,” he said softly as he laced his fingers with yours and drove with one hand on the wheel. “I would have laid you down on a bed of rose petals and kissed every inch of your body. I would have made you comfortable and ready for me. I would have made sure you came before I even entered you, gentle and slow.”

His words were sweet and filthy, both making your chest swell with emotion and your pussy throb in reaction. “And that’s why I fell in love with you.”

You weren’t even home for 10 minutes before Daniel was out the door on an errand so you unpacked your bags before taking a shower after the flight left you feeling icky. You took your time assuming he would join you after hearing him pottering around in the apartment but after running out of things to wash and shave you turned the water off. After towelling off, you stepped out of the bathroom and gasped at what you found waiting in the bedroom.

Scented candles lit the room with the curtains drawn shut, the orange glow of each flame spilling across the quilt that was covered in red petals. The playlist you had made with love songs for your wedding was playing quietly from the speakers in the ceiling and Daniel hummed along as he entered the room with two wine stems filled with the special reserve wine of his you loved.

“Baby…” you choked as your eyes began to well with unshed tears and he handed you a glass.

“No bad things tonight, kitten,” he promised before sealing it with a searing kiss that almost made you forget you were holding a glass. You started to place it down on the drawers but he pulled back and lifted it up to your lips. “There’s no rush, love.”

The hint of cinnamon notes in the wine mixed with the rose petals on the bed and Daniel’s woody cologne drove your senses wild as you took a sip. This time he followed you as you placed the glass down, letting you set the pace as you took his hand and walked backwards to the bed. His arms curled around your waist and he picked you up to gently lay you down on the petals. They crushed beneath you and their scent grew stronger as Daniel started to kiss his way down your body.

“That tickles,” you giggled as he made it to your ankles before starting to make his way back. He smiled as he draped one leg over his shoulder and kissed your calf while his hand ran up and down your other leg, the contrast of his hard fingers stark against his soft lips. “I love your legs, kitten, they are stunning, especially when they are wrapped around me.”

Warmth prickled across your skin as his words filled your heart until you were certain it would burst with everything you were feeling. This was the side of Daniel only the people closest to him saw. Everyone else saw him as a comedian or their competition. Few saw the compassionate and caring man that was in front of you. There was a seriousness with his determination to make you feel the best you possibly could that he didn’t even have on the track.

“Let me wrap them around your hips then,” you dared as you wriggled closer, but he just chuckled and shook his head.

“Not yet, I’m taking my time with you.” His hands caressed your thighs, his thumbs drawing soft circles that brought him closer to your core each time as he settled between them. His lips found each stretch mark and blemish, kissing them with sweet murmurs of your beauty and erasing every insecurity you had felt over the years. “I am the luckiest goddamn man in the world, kitten.” Your head fell back onto the quilt as his breath blew across your core and his palms reached the supple skin on your inner thighs, his thumbs spreading you open for him. “Only an idiot would let you go.”

You could only just think clearly enough to comprehend the shade thrown at Andrew but it was forgotten when his tongue teased your entrance, dipping inside to taste your essence before he hummed in contentment. He kept his promise and took his time, keeping you teetering on the edge of bliss until you were lightheaded from the shallow breaths you just managed to gasp. Only when you were begging him, your muscles constantly tense and shaking from how tightly wound up you were, did he press his tongue to your clit and give you the pressure needed for the orgasm to break free.

The room reverberated your cries of pleasure and his tongue was there to lap at the fruits of his labour and elicit every last drop until he was drunk on your taste. Rising to his knees between your legs, you could see his jeans struggling to contain his erection and you begged him to hurry up and rid himself of the clothes he still wore.

You tried to help, reaching for the zip as he unbuckled his belt, but he stood up out of your reach to pull his shirt over his head and then kick his jeans off.

You couldn’t believe this was the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with, he was more than you ever imagined a husband to be when you cast your eyes over his body and watched him fist his cock in his hand. Somehow you had been lucky enough to find a man who would not only die to protect you, but make you feel alive with every breath he had left; a man who could go 300 km/h on the track but take his time loving you in bed.

“Daniel, I love you,” you whispered as if it were a confession and not something you told him everyday - but this was different. He was giving you the experience you should have had the first time, when you lost your virginity too soon and to someone you didn’t love. “I’m ready.”

The weight of his body on yours was reassuring and comforting as he lined himself up, still content to take his time, easing slowly into you until you both moaned when your bodies were completely joined. Your breath mingled as he pressed his forehead to yours and felt your hands dance along his spine, his eyes staring into your soul as he started to leisurely roll his hips, deliberately unrushed despite the primal urge to chase his own release.

You had never felt such a shattering release as you did when his hand travelled down your thigh, gripping the underside of your knee and pulling it so you could wrap your leg around his hip. There was something so intimate in the way his hand glided over your skin, finding the swell of your ass and caressing it with the same softness that sent goosebumps rising along your skin and your heart fluttering erratically.

“Danny,” you moaned as you tried to tell him what was happening, but the words were lost as he felt it for himself, your core clenching around him before erupting in undulating waves that tipped him over the edge of his own self-control.

Your name tumbled from his lips as you felt his cock pulse with his release, feeling the heat of his seed as it filled you and he dropped his head to your shoulder with a peppering of kisses. “Now I’m your first and last, kitten.”

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lewmagoo · 19 days ago

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we own the sky | rhett abbott

part four: running towards a place

read the previous part here

series info: the fourth and final installment of the storm chaser rhett universe. want more? read the synopsis here. listen to the playlist here. see the series masterlist here.

description: in which you begin a new chapter

warnings: 18+ only, mentions of character death, grief, angst with a positive ending, mentions of sex, near-death experiences, blood and injury, inaccurate weather terms, please do not check my science lol, this story requires some suspension of disbelief. i usually try not to say anything about reader's family in fics but i do mention them having an unnamed great-aunt, as it was necessary to the plot

pairing: rhett abbott x f!reader

word count: 8,960

notes: i can't believe we've finally come to the end of this series. when i started it, i didn't know if i would even be able to finish it. i poured everything into this story, and i am so thankful for all the love y'all have shown to it. i cherish every single comment. thank you.

The next morning, you were the first one to wake. Although it was still early, it was late by Rhett’s usual standards. Royal was likely already finishing up the morning chores, and probably irritated that his son hadn’t come out to help.

But Rhett deserved some extra rest.

And how beautiful he looked while resting. His lashes fanned beneath his eyes, and his face was so relaxed. He looked so boyish when he slept, as if all the stressors of the world were gone, if only for a moment.

But reality had to hit at some point. He woke not long after you, eyes fluttering open to find you staring at him. He hummed sleepily, hiding his face in the pillow. “You’re starin’.”

“Can’t help it. You’re beautiful when you sleep.”

His face was half concealed by the pillow, leaving one eye exposed. It popped open to look at you. “I ain’t beautiful.”

You beamed at him as you reached out to tuck a curl of hair behind his ear. “Oh, but you are.” Then you leaned down to kiss his cheek. He moved his head at the last second so you’d catch his lips instead.

“I don’t even wanna know what time it is. Dad’s probably fit to be tied.”

“So what? You’ve earned the rest,” you told him.

His face scrunched adorably. “Doubt he’d agree with ya.”

Another kiss upon his lips. “Doesn’t matter what he thinks.”

You watched as Rhett stretched, much like a cat after a long nap. A beat passed before he spoke again. “Can’t believe I get to wake up next to ya. Feels like a dream.”

“I promise I’m real. Definitely no dream.”

“Mm.” He reluctantly sat upright, rolling his head from side to side. You watched the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. “Guess we should go downstairs.”

“Guess so.”

He looked at you, and his eyes flickered down to your lips. “I’m sorry, but I jus’ can’t stop kissin’ you,” he said as he brought his lips to yours, enacting a third kiss.

“I don’t mind,” you assured him as you returned the favor, mouth soft against his own.

For a few moments, you remained like that, kissing languidly. But both of you knew it would lead to something more, and while that sounded rather appealing, it was time to get the day started. There would be plenty of time for more escapades later.

So you climbed out of bed and hurriedly got ready. When you made your way downstairs, you found Amy at the kitchen table, munching on a bowl of cereal.

She lit up at the sight of the two of you. “You’re up!” She exclaimed. “Gramma was just about to ask you if you could drive me to school, Uncle Rhett.”

Rhett nodded as he stepped over to the cupboard to retrieve a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. “Sure. Somethin’ wrong?”

“The storm blew the barn door off the hinges and she’s helping Grampa with it.”

He winced slightly, knowing helping with that door was his responsibility, not his mother’s. “Go ‘head and get ready, Ames. I’ll be back in a minute, I’m gon’ go talk to Gramma.”

Quickly, he sauntered across the kitchen and went to shove his feet into his boots. However, as he did so, Cecilia came back into the house.

“Ma, I’m sorry, I shoulda been the one helpin’ Dad,” he called to her.

The woman shook her head as she pulled her work gloves off. “Don’t matter. We got it done. ‘sides, I didn’t want to disturb you two. Figured you needed your rest.”

Across the room, you shared a sheepish look with Rhett. Obviously, she would put two and two together when she saw that her son wasn’t asleep on the couch that morning. It was clear that he was in his room, with you.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as he ducked his head, slightly embarrassed. You didn’t miss the humorous glint in Cecilia’s eye. “Well, next time, just knock on the door. I’ll hear it.”

“Okay,” she said. “Can ya take Amy to school, by the way? I got a bit behind this mornin’, since the door took longer to fix than I thought it would.”

“Yep, she just mentioned it. We’ll take ‘er,” Rhett agreed.

We. Those plans included you, apparently. Not that you minded, of course. You were more than happy to tag along. So, with Rhett’s cereal forgotten, the three of you made your way out the door, Amy bounding ahead so that she could climb into the middle of the bench seat between you and Rhett.

“Might as well just grab breakfast at the diner,” he told you as he fell into step beside you. “If ya don’t mind.”

Your face broke into a pleased smile. “I’d like that.”

Off to Amelia Elementary you went, with Amy talking up a storm, far too awake for the early morning hour. You simply listened to her, amused, as she asked Rhett question after question. He answered them all with patience, happy to entertain her curiosity.

When he pulled into the carpool line, he threw the truck into park and slid out of his seat, boots scraping against pavement. He reached out and took Amy’s small hand in his, guiding her out of the truck. You watched fondly as the girl wrapped her arms around his middle, and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“Have a good day, Ames,” he told her.

“I will. Bye! Love you!” She waved at you before she scurried off toward the entrance of the school.

Quickly, Rhett climbed back into his seat and pulled out of the line so as not to hold up traffic. He made the fifteen-minute drive to the diner that was situated in downtown Wabang, and soon, you were both settled into one side of a booth, shoulders touching, cozy against one another.

You shared a breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes, with extra whipped cream, and plenty of black coffee for Rhett. It all felt so domestic, and you were filled with contentment.

As you walked back out to the truck after your intimate little breakfast, Rhett slipped his hand into yours, and you let him, fingers intertwining. He opened the truck door for you, and guided you inside, and you felt like royalty.

“We headin’ to your aunt’s house to finish cleanin’?” He asked, once he’d climbed into his own side of the cab.

You smiled softly and said, “Yes.”

And that was where you remained for the rest of the morning, sorting through things, packing up donation boxes, scrubbing each room down from top to bottom. And much to your amazement, by the time you called it quits for the day, everything was finished, for the most part. All that was left was to tote all the donation boxes to local thrift stores, and the homeless shelters that were in the bigger, surrounding cities.

The entire reason you had come back to Wabang was now fulfilled.

“I can’t believe it’s done already. Thanks for your help,” you told Rhett, as you sat cross-legged on the porch swing of your aunt’s house, a box of pizza open between you both. It was well past dinner time, and you were ravenously hungry after a day of hard work.

“No trouble ‘t all,” came his response as he tore into the remaining crust of his pizza.

“Feels so good to have that out of the way.”

“Y’gonna be the one to sell the house?” He asked.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. “Honestly, I have no idea. I have tons of paperwork to go through, trying to figure everything out. We’ll see what happens.”

“Maybe my mom can help y’out, she’s the one who took care of everythin’ with my great grandma’s house when she died,” came his suggestion.

“Maybe I’ll take her up on that,” you agreed before you downed the rest of your pizza.

You were sitting with your legs over his lap, and once again, you were filled with that comforting sense of contentment. It felt so right, being with him. There was no doubt in your mind that this was the way it was meant to be.

For just a little while, you were able to gradually dip your toes into the waters of your new relationship, and get to know each other all over again. With the rest of the storm chasing team busy figuring things out, subsequently putting any future chases on hold, it gave you ample time to spend with each other.

You were grateful for the brief, intimate moments you were able to share with Rhett. Moments spent getting to know him all over again. You allowed yourself to be soothed by the lull in time. A few days where you could simply just be.

But that was just the calm before the storm. Little did you know what was coming your way in the not so distant future.

A week had passed since the last chase you’d gone on. A few storms had passed through during that time, but any twisters produced were far away, and weak at best.

During that slow storm period, you busied yourself with dropping off donations from your aunt’s house to thrift stores and shelters, as well as enjoying time with Rhett’s family. You’d missed them more than you realized after all these years. It was clear that his parents were thrilled that you were back in their son’s life. It made your heart sing.

You’d called into work to take the rest of your vacation time. You wouldn’t have any left for the rest of the year, but you’d cross that bridge when you came to it. You weren’t quite ready to leave Rhett and face reality yet. And, besides, you’d begun questioning if you even wanted to return.

Could you really move back to Wabang? A few weeks ago, you would have said no. But now, you were conflicted. Your life was in Maryland, but your heart was with Rhett.

Soon, you would make your choice.

Just when you thought the team had forgotten about you and Rhett, he received a call from Zara one Friday morning. She explained that the combined CO₂ and nitrogen tests had brought promising results, and that they were ready to take the experiment out on a chase to see how it fared.

The team had been monitoring a potential storm that was building not far from Wabang. It looked promising, and they wanted you and Rhett to tag along. So that was how you found yourself preparing for yet another storm, anxiety roiling in your belly as you stood in the front yard of the Abbott property, watching everyone pull into the driveway.

You closed your eyes and breathed in deep, the scent of rain blowing in with the wind, and you were transported back to the last time you ever got to go chasing with Perry, Rebecca, and Lydia.

Oh, how far you’d come since then. If you focused hard enough, you could almost hear Lydia’s musical voice as she told you how proud she was of you for conquering your fear.

“Y’alright?” Rhett asked as he sauntered up to stand beside you. His hand rested upon the small of your back, and immediately, your body relaxed.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about…” You trailed off, suddenly overcome with emotion.

He already knew who you were talking about. “Yeah, me too,” he replied.

You looked at him, watching as his eyes glimmered with melancholy. “They’d be proud of us,” you said.

“I know it.” His lips brushed against your temple and you leaned into him, allowing him to hold you. A moment of peace before you set off right toward the face of danger.

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whispered.

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Yeah, honeybee. We are.”

Thunder rumbled overhead, and you looked to the heavens, eyeing the sky. Something shifted within you. A strange pull in your gut, as if an invisible force was tugging at you. The air felt different. Thick, as if the walls of nature were closing in around you.

The hair at the back of your neck stood on end. The storm was much closer than you realized.

The sound of Zara’s truck pulling in stole your attention away from the sky, but you were met with a wave of dread when she climbed out of the vehicle. Her face was bleak. So was Jeslyn’s. Something was wrong.

Danny pulled the RV to a stop directly behind the truck, and as he and Finn climbed out, they were as eager as ever, clearly unaware of whatever had happened with Zara. But their jovial attitude soon quieted when they saw the grim expression on their friend’s face.

“What’s wrong?” You were the one to ask the question, stepping forward, uncertain.

Zara sighed softly, dark lashes fluttering. She looked to be on the verge of tears. “On the way here, I got a call that my mom’s in the hospital. I don’t know all the details but, uh, my dad wants me and Jes to go see her, so it’s gotta be serious.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, thick with emotion.

“I’m so sorry,” you told her, instinctively reaching out to hug her. As soon as your arms wrapped around her, a soft sob escaped her throat, and she hugged you back tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered after a moment, pulling away to wipe her tears away with the back of her hand. The rest of the group rallied around her, with all three boys stepping in to give her hugs. She leaned back against Jeslyn, who then wrapped her arm around her wife’s shoulders.

“What d’ya need us to do? We’ll take care of everythin’. You’d better get on the road quick so you don’t caught in the storm,” Rhett piped up, ready to help with whatever the two women needed.

Zara was too overcome with emotion to speak, so Jeslyn spoke for her. “Somebody’s gonna need to man the remote for opening the tanks, since Danny and Finn are gonna be busy with the radar.”

You stood there for a moment, realization washing over you. With Rhett busy driving, and Danny and Finn running the radar, the responsibility to open the tanks fell on you. A shock of anxiety ran through your chest. Did you have the courage to do this? You’d already guided Rhett on where to drop the tanks, but now, you would also be responsible for opening the tanks at the exact second. No sooner, no later.

Suddenly, it felt so overwhelming. If you estimated right, you could potentially be the first person in history to stop a tornado. If you didn’t, everything Zara and the guys had worked so hard for could all be for naught.

But you could feel everyone’s eyes on you, awaiting your answer with bated breath. Lightning cracked across the distant sky. Thunder rolled.

“I’ll do it,” you said.

“Thank you so much,” Jeslyn breathed, already turning to open the passenger side door of her truck. She rifled inside for a moment before she turned toward you again, thrusting the remote into your hand. “I know you won’t let us down.”

The pressure was on.

“Alright then, you two go on to the hospital, be with your mom. We can handle everything else,” Finn said, shooting a reassuring smile at the girls.

“Thanks, guys,” Zara finally managed to say, deep brown eyes still swimming with tears. “Really.”

“We got you,” Danny said as he pulled her in for another hug. The rest of you followed suit.

As she guided Zara into the truck, Jeslyn spoke over her shoulder, “Be safe, guys. Let us know how it goes.”

“We will. Drive careful, alright?” Rhett was the one to answer her.

The four of you watched for a moment as the girls drove down the driveway, but you couldn’t afford to remain there for long. The clock was ticking, and it was time to spring into action. With hearts heavy for the sudden grief Zara and Jeslyn were dealing with, all of you set to work preparing for the chase.

The wind picked up as you headed to the barn, where Rhett’s truck was parked, to load all the cans onto the trailer. Danny pulled the RV up and Finn proceeded to open the storage hatch, revealing the cans of CO₂ and nitrogen.

As you scrambled like a bunch of worker ants, the atmosphere grew even darker around you. Eerily so, as if God Himself had turned off the sun. While the guys strapped the tanks down, you paused, stepping out into the open to look at the sky once again.

Goosebumps creeped along your arms, and a pit of dread formed in your belly, heavy like a rock. You took a few steadying breaths. The clouds looked angry. Black and foreboding, churning with unkempt energy.

And then, as if the veil between heaven and earth had been torn asunder, an alarmingly large bolt of lightning struck the earth in the not so distant west pasture. The crash of thunder that followed was so violent it reverberated through the very marrow of your bones.

You jumped back in fright, eyes wide as saucers. “Oh my god.”

“Damn, that was close,” Rhett called out, voice trembling slightly.

You turned to him, and when he saw the look on your face, his brow furrowed in concern. You were speaking before you even realized you’d formed a thought. “It’s…it’s going to hit the farm. The twister, it’s–it’s gonna touch down here.”

The three men stared at you.

“How do you know that? Storm hasn’t even started yet,” Danny interjected, running a hand through his windswept salt and pepper hair.

“I-I don’t…” You trailed off, your heart leaping in your throat as your phone began to vibrate wildly in your pocket. You slipped it from the confines of your jeans and stared at the screen. Tornado Warning. Seek Shelter Immediately.

There was no way of being absolutely certain that the twister would touch down on this exact property, but something in your gut was screaming at you. Danger, danger, danger. After what you had lost six years ago, you weren’t going to take any chances by dismissing the warning you’d just received.

You locked eyes with Rhett.

“Alright boys, let’s get movin’!” He shouted at Danny and Finn.

Finn nodded. “Okay! We’ll fire up the radar and get out a little further from you guys so we can monitor it. We’ll be on the walkies with ya the whole time!”

The two were already scrambling to climb into the RV. As they sped off, you joined Rhett at the front of the Sierra. “‘Fore we go, I’m gon’ check on Mom and Dad, make sure they know to get in the shelter.” They were likely already aware, but Rhett wanted to make doubly sure they were okay.

It was late afternoon, and chores were mostly done for the day. Cecilia was likely starting on dinner preparations, while Amy did her homework at the kitchen table. A scene you had witnessed many times.

But when Rhett came to a screeching halt just outside the house, his parents were already making their way outside, Cecilia clutching a bag of emergency supplies. Her face was full of fear, and your heart leapt in your chest, because somehow, you knew her fear wasn’t because of the approaching storm.

“Oh, thank god!” The woman called out, rushing down the porch steps, her husband hot on her heels. “I thought you’d left already!”

“Wanted to make sure y’ got to the shelter safely!” Rhett responded over the rumble of the engine and the rush of the wind.

But his mother shook her head. “Amy went out for a walk an hour ago and she hasn’t made it back!” The terror in her voice sent a chill down your spine.

Rhett tensed beside you, but remained calm. “We’ll look for ‘er.”

“You be careful, y’hear?” Royal spoke up, “and you find our girl.”

“Please,” Cecilia echoed, reaching out to touch her son’s arm. She couldn’t utter another word, for her trepidation had rendered her speechless.

“We’ll bring her home, Momma.” No more loss would be suffered in this family. Rhett would make sure of it.

As his parents quickly made their way to the storm shelter, Rhett stepped on the accelerator, turning the wheel sharply. Your heart leapt into your throat, and you reached up, grasping the ceiling handle to hold yourself steady.

“Where would she have gone?” You asked, shivering from the fright and mounting adrenaline you felt. Your chest went tight.

“She usually takes the trail behind th’ house. She knows not to stay out there alone when it’s stormin’. She might’ve just gotten spooked and found a hiding spot. She’s smart, she knows to hunker down during a twister.” But it sounded as if Rhett was trying to convince himself. Truthfully, he was terrified, praying silently that Amy was okay.

As he sped toward the property at the back of the house, he said, “Get on the walkie and let the guys know what’s goin’ on.”

With trembling hands, you grasped the handheld device and quickly spoke into it, explaining the situation.

“We’ll be in our place. If you can’t get in position soon enough, just let us know and we’ll scrap the chase altogether. Over.”

“Okay! Over and out!” You replied, tossing the walkie down onto the truck seat, swallowing down the bitter taste of dread that had risen in your throat as you settled back against your seat.

Obviously, finding Amy took precedence over trying to catch a twister. Nothing else mattered in the moment. Your mind was clouded with urgency and desperation. Both of you were quite literally stricken, unable to form words as Rhett frantically drove, his eyes searching, his mouth moving silently around the syllables of his niece’s name.

For a terrifying second, he was transported back to that terrible, awful day six years ago. It was an image that was branded into the folds of his brain forever, like the Abbott brand that his father imprinted onto all their cattle.

If he happened upon the very same scene with his niece, it would break him irreparably.

But he wouldn’t let his mind go there. Not now. Not when she needed him to find her, to save her, to protect her. “You see anythin’?!” He called to you, knuckles white around the steering wheel, shoulders pulled toward his ears.

“No!” You exclaimed, not daring to take your eyes off of the surrounding plains, looking for a flash of golden hair, or the bright purple shirt you’d seen the girl wearing earlier. C’mon, baby girl. Give us a sign that you’re out there.

Rain had begun to pelt against the windshield of the truck. Around you, the wind picked up. Trees swayed in a haunting fashion, their leaves shivering, undersides turned toward the sky. A warning. Danger is coming.

“Goddammit, where is she?!” Rhett growled, slamming his palm against the dash in frustration.

Nausea roiled in your gut. Your extremities felt numb, your body vibrating with unease. When had it gotten so hard to breathe? It felt as if someone was squeezing your lungs, inhibiting you from taking in oxygen. You were suffocating. Choking. Strangled by your anxiety.

And then you saw it. Just over the ridge, where the earth dipped into a valley. Purple.

“There!” You cried, jamming your finger against the window, pointing into the distance.

“What?!” Rhett couldn’t see anything. Whatever it was, was now hidden from view. But you knew you’d seen it.

“Just turn right! Head for the valley! I swear I saw her!”

He yanked the wheel to the right, and the truck veered sideways, jostling you both. His foot was heavy on the accelerator, picking up speed, the uneven earth sending your heart straight down to your stomach.

Your gaze was locked straight ahead, afraid that if you looked away, you would miss it. Miss her.

Closer, closer, closer to the valley you got. Just up ahead, you could see that the earth gave way, sloping down into a dropoff. “Stop!”

Rhett slammed on the brakes, and the very second he threw the truck into park, you were leaping out, feet landing against grassy earth before you sprinted forward. He followed suit, running alongside you toward the drop.

Just as you came down into the edge of the valley, you saw her. Huddled down against the cleft of earth, arms over her head, frightened and alone. Rhett dashed ahead of you, calling out the girl’s name, dropping to his knees beside her.

She lifted her head, large eyes growing wider still. “Uncle Rhett!” She wept, instantly surging forward to throw her arms around his neck.

“I’ve got ya, honey! Let’s get y’outta here!” He scooped her up with ease, cradling her close as he stood to his feet. He nodded toward you, and you both ran back up to the truck.

You threw yourself into the passenger seat and turned, allowing him to guide Amy up into your lap. You hooked your arm around her waist and pulled her toward you so he could slam the door shut.

“Are you okay?!” You asked her, searching her over for any injuries.

“I am!” She answered, bottom lip quivering, eyes filled with tears.

“You scared us so bad, darlin’!” Rhett exclaimed as he hurriedly climbed into his own seat, slamming the door shut.

“I’m sorry!” She cried. “I was trying to get back but got really scared that I wouldn’t make it to the shelter in time, so I got into that ditch!”

“You did the right thing,” you assured her, tucking her windswept hair behind her ear. She nodded, throwing herself forward, face buried against your neck as she cried.

But the moment of relief was soon stolen from you as the sound of hail began to strike the roof of the Sierra. Rhett grabbed the walkie-talkie and called into it, “We found ‘er! We’re on the move again, y’got a read on what we’re dealin’ with?! Over!”

There was no time to waste. Either you got moving, or you were sitting ducks.

But Finn’s reply came through the receiver as an unintelligible, garbled mess. Rhett tried to raise him again, but once again, all he was met with was static. “Shit,” he cursed, tossing the walkie down onto the seat. He turned to you, and his eyes were alight with worry. “We’re goin’ in blind.”

At that very moment, the hail stopped. With a trembling hand, you opened the window, holding your arm outside. The air felt thick and humid, but an odd sort of coolness came along the edge of the wind.

And then you looked up.

“Oh my god.”

There it was. Enormous and foreboding, a wicked twister breaking forth from the sky, touching down in the pasture adjacent to you.

“It’s going toward the house!” Came your despaired shout.

Eyes wide, Rhett sprung into action, slamming the gearshift into drive and wedging his boot against the gas pedal. “Jesus!” He shouted. “Hold on, y’hear?!” The truck lurched forward, gradually picking up speed, faster and faster, staying parallel to the quickly developing tornado.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. With Amy huddled against you, you blindly reached out, grabbing for the remote to open the tanks, knowing you needed to be ready, lest you miss your opportunity.

It was close. Too close. Gaining traction by the minute, swallowing up the surrounding earth, kicking up debris along with it. If you didn’t get out of its path, you knew that the three of you likely would not survive.

Rhett brought the truck to the highest possible speed, fighting to keep control, body rigid against the seat. “Tell me when to drop the tanks!” Came his desperate plea.

But your voice wouldn’t come. Your throat felt as if it had closed up, forcing you to remain silent. It wasn’t time, not yet. You were too close. If he slowed down, it would steal precious time. Time that you didn’t have.

You found yourself in a precarious position, trying to comfort the scared girl beside you, while also counting down the seconds in your head, hoping Rhett would find a safe distance. Part of you wondered if this was it, if you’d end up like your three friends once had.

Somehow, your voice returned, and you yelled, “Take a left!”

He did, veering in the direction you told him to. Amy shrieked in fear as the truck shook violently. You tugged her closer, bringing her head to your chest, free hand covering her ear to muffle the sounds happening around her.

Your eyes, wild and alert, stayed glued to the churning column of air, now behind you. The size of it made your blood run cold. Could you really stop one this big? Was this even possible? Were you simply speed-running your own demise?

“Talk to me!” Came Rhett’s voice in your ears.

“Not yet!”

He kept his speed, pushing the old Sierra as fast as it would go, faster than he’d ever driven in his life. His ears were ringing. His breathing was ragged. Everything in his body told him that he needed to get you and Amy out of this situation.

But he pressed on, waiting for the exact moment you told him to drop the trailer.

And then, “Now!”

He brought the truck to a screeching halt, arm darting out to keep you and Amy from flying forward. As soon as he knew he was in position, he jammed his fingers into the button in the center console, securing the trailer into the ground.

Then, he flipped the switch to release the hitch.

But nothing happened.

“What the hell?” He flipped it again, but it simply wouldn’t work.

“Rhett, what–”

He was already unbuckling his belt. “Stay put! I’ve gotta unhitch it!”

He wrenched his door open and jumped out of the truck, to your utter horror. Amy sat up, frantically calling his name, fearful of her uncle’s fate. You watched him like a hawk, breath bated, hackles raised.

And then, all at once, a large piece of flying debris sailed through the air, and before he could react, it clipped him right in the head, and he went down.

Your world tilted on its axis.

“No!” You shrieked. You threw your door open and told Amy to stay in the truck as you hurdled yourself into the storm, wind pulling at your clothes, a powerful, uncontrollable force that could very well rip you right out of existence if it chose to do so.

“Rhett!” His name came out as a broken wail. Your mind only allowed you to think one thing: oh my god, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead.

But then, hope.

“Here!” He was scrambling to his feet, knees almost buckling under his weight as he fought to pull himself uptight along the side of the truck. His head was bleeding, crimson flowing down the side of his face. But he was alive.

“Baby!” You threw yourself at him, grasping his face, searching his eyes. “I thought–”

“I know! I’m fine! Get back in the truck!”

But you weren’t leaving him out here. You shook your head in refusal and, instead, aided him in unhitching the trailer from the truck. It took both of you giving it your full strength before it finally gave way.

Hair flying every which way, face bloodied, he locked eyes with you and said, “We got it! Let’s go!”

Fighting against the roaring, screaming, howling tempest, you ran like hell to the passenger side, hoisting yourself into the Sierra. Rhett made it into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut before he frantically threw the gear in drive and peeled off, leaving the trailer behind.

With one hand holding Amy’s, and the other clutching the remote, you turned in your seat, waiting for the exact moment to press the release button. Closer and closer, the twister raged on, devouring space and time, threatening to consume Rhett’s childhood home.

You’re not taking anything or anyone else away from me.

You jammed your thumb into the button as hard as you could, praying silently that the tanks would open without issue. Five, four, three, two, one…

The twister concealed the tanks, inhibiting your view. You had no idea if what you’d just done was even working. Even so, you called out, “I opened the tanks!”

Rhett’s knuckles were white as snow as he clutched the steering wheel, and in a split second decision, probably the most foolish one he’d ever made, he turned at the last possible moment, swinging the truck so that it was parallel to the twister. And then, he thrust his foot onto the brake pedal, and the vehicle came to a shuddering halt.

Both of you turned, eyes on the tornado. You reached out, grabbing for Rhett’s hand, fingers intertwining, holding on for dear life. He moved quickly, his body shielding yours and Amy’s. If things went south, he could not protect you, not from this, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

Together, you watched, not daring to breathe, move, or speak.

Seconds passed, but they might as well have been hours. Then, all at once, the sky swallowed the twister whole, pulling it right back from whence it came, and the earth was silent.

You let out the breath you’d been holding. So did Rhett. Amy tentatively lifted her head from where it had been hidden against your chest. You turned your head, face full of disbelief, meeting Rhett’s gaze.

You saw that, right?

“Did we just…”

His mouth broke into a grin, though his lips were stained red from the blood that had been running down the side of his face. “Yeah, we fuckin’ did!”

You slapped your hand over your mouth, unable to hold in the laugh of utter disbelief that tore from your throat. Amy asked a question, but you barely heard her, for you were too overwhelmed. Once again, you opened the truck door, sliding from the seat, feet on stable ground.

You walked past the truck. Into the field. Toward the trailer that still remained in the place you had dropped it. And there were the tanks of CO₂ and nitrogen, valves open. It had really worked, hadn’t it?

You felt like a firework exploding in the sky, so full of color and light. Tears welled in your eyes, and you found yourself turning around, searching for Rhett. He was there, just like he always was, watching you in awe, his gaze as warm as the sun.

“We did it,” you whispered, legs already moving, body drawn to him by an invisible force, unable to be apart from him for a second longer. You were free-falling, trusting him to catch you. And he did, arms pulling you into him, holding you close, hand cradling the back of your head.

It all came pouring out of you then. The elation at what you’d just accomplished. The realization that your fear had been well and truly conquered. The thought of just how proud Perry, Rebecca, and Lydia would be. If it was possible to feel joy, disbelief, and sorrow all at once, you felt every bit of it.

It was raw and painful and beautiful.

You sobbed into Rhett’s chest, body trembling, knees almost buckling. He gently rocked you back and forth, arms secured tightly around you, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the entire world.

“We’re okay, honeybee. We did it. You did it.” He, too, could not hold his tears back. They poured down his face, onto the top of your head, as the two of you stood there, holding one another, weeping openly.

Moments later, Amy’s voice could be heard, calling out to you. You parted from Rhett, turning to see the girl approaching, holding the walkie-talkie in her hand. “This keeps going off!” She exclaimed, waving the device around.

Rhett stepped forward, reaching for the walkie. As he tried to raise Danny and Finn on the channel, you opened your arms, and Amy surged forward into your embrace.

“You okay, sweetheart?” You asked her.

“Y-yeah,” she said with a nod. “That was so scary! But you stopped it, didn’t you? It worked?”

You managed a smile, despite your tear-dampened cheeks. “Yes. It worked!”

She grinned widely, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, that’s so cool! You stopped a tornado! I bet you’re the first person in the world to do it!”

Though, you couldn’t entirely take credit for it. After all, you’d only pressed the button. It was Zara’s brainchild. However, you were elated that you had been given the opportunity to put it into action, and see the results up close and personal.

“We did it, boys!” Rhett shouted into the walkie, his voice drawing your attention back to him. “We stopped our first twister!”

The sound of hooping and hollering could be heard on the other end, and you found yourself beaming, a sense of all-consuming joy washing over you. The look of pure, unadulterated glee on Rhett’s face made your heart sing, threatening to soar right out of your chest and into the clouds above.

“We’re comin’ to you, so stay put!” Finn shouted over the receiver.

“Over and out!” Rhett responded. Carelessly, he tossed the walkie-talkie aside, letting it thud against the soft earth. Then he was running at Amy, lifting her into his arms and spinning her around as she squealed with delight. “We did it, honey!”

“Yeah!” She laughed musically, throwing her head back, hair flying behind her.

As he slowed to a stop, he gently put her down, but he swayed a little, unsteady on his feet. Instinctively, you reached out to steady him.

“Whoa there, cowboy.” You tilted his chin up, inspecting the gash on his head. It was right above his temple, and it looked rather deep. “You need stitches.”

“Naw, I’ll be fine,” he protested with the wave of his hand.

“You’re bleeding from a gash in your head. You’re getting stitches.” Your tone left no room for discussion.

Rhett simply shut his mouth and nodded. In the moment, hopped up on adrenaline, he couldn’t feel it. But now, it was beginning to throb, and he felt a little woozy on his feet. Even so, he simply couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

It felt as if he was living in a dream. He was afraid to pinch himself, for fear that he would actually wake up. However, the warmth of your body against his as you wrapped your arm around his waist was real. Your sweet voice, full of concern as you fussed over his bloodied face, was real. You were real.

“Here they come!” Amy called out, motioning to the approaching RV. Danny was driving at full speed, clearly eager to reach the two of you.

Still pressed against Rhett’s side, you turned your head, raising a hand in greeting. As soon as the vehicle came to a halt, both men jumped out, hooping and hollering.

“We thought for sure you guys were goners!” Finn exclaimed as the two jogged toward you. “We lost your signal and couldn’t see you anywhere!”

“Honestly, we thought we were goners, too,” Rhett replied with honesty as he exchanged a knowing look with you. You placed your hand over his heart. You were both here. Alive and safe. The Fates had smiled down on you today.

“Damn, look at your head,” Danny spoke up, eyeing the wound. “Y’alright, man?”

“Yeah. The trailer jammed and I had to jump out and get it unhooked. Got clipped in the head while I was doin’ it.”

“Hey, what matters is you survived. And you stopped a fuckin’ twister, baby!” Finn shouted. Then, upon noticing Amy’s presence, he winced. “Whoops, sorry kiddo. Guess I should watch my potty mouth.”

Amy grinned as she came up beside you, lovingly taking hold of your arm. “It’s okay, just don’t let Gramma hear you talk that way,” she said with a giggle.

You smiled down at her, but very quickly sobered up when you thought of her grandparents. “We’d better go check on your parents,” you told Rhett. However, just as you spoked, the sound of an approaching truck grabbed your attention.

All of you looked across the pasture to see Royal’s old truck approaching. As soon as he came to a stop, Cecilia was all but leaping out of the cab, Amy’s name on her lips as she rushed toward the group.

“Gramma! I’m okay!” Amy called out, rushing to her grandmother.

You watched, verklempt, as the woman dropped to her knees in front of her granddaughter. Her entire world. “Oh! You had us scared half to death, you hear me?! Don’t you ever do that again!” She scolded, though there was no malice in her tone. She pulled the child to her bosom and hugged her tightly. Amy hugged her right back.

Moments later, Royal joined his wife, and Amy pulled away to hug her grandfather, arms wrapping around his middle. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, never one for dramatic shows of emotion.

Cecilia rose to her feet again, and finally took in the sight of the four of you. Her eyes fell upon her son, and she stepped forward, concern clouding her face. “Goodness, Rhett. Your head!” She approached, gripping his chin and turning his face so she could get a closer look. “You need stitches!”

His mouth curved into a soft smile, though his eyes shone with tears. “I’ll get ‘em, Mom. Don’t worry ‘bout me.”

She patted his cheek, her bottom lip quivering. “I’m your mother. I’ll always worry about you.” Without a word, Rhett broke away from you so that he could embrace her, strong arms wrapping around the woman who had given him life.

He thought of all she’d lost. She had endured the worst loss that anyone could suffer, and yet, she was the picture of strength and grace. He was so grateful for the mother he had. He knew that he put her through a lot by choosing to chase, after that very same thing had been what took her oldest son from her. And yet, she never once told Rhett to give up what he loved, even if it scared her to no end.

“I love you,” he heard himself whisper.

As she pulled away, she patted his chest and nodded, unable to voice her reply. But he already knew what she’d say. I love you too.

And then he lifted his head to see his father approaching. Royal eyed the gash on his son’s head, and proceeded to clasp his shoulder. “You did it, boy. You fin’lly did it.”

Rhett grinned. “Nah. She did it.” He pointed to you, pride evident on his face.

You came up beside him, and he tucked you against his side once again. “We did it,” you corrected. There was no you without him.

“Well, because of you, the farm’s safe, and so’s Amy. And I just know that Perry and the girls would be so proud of what you two did today,” Cecilia spoke out, smiling tearfully. She pulled you in for a hug, which you gratefully accepted.

You cherished the significance of the moment, body warm with pride and disbelief at the accomplishment you had just witnessed.

“Can we get ice cream to celebrate?” Amy’s voice suddenly rang out over the low chatter of the group. Her eagerness pulled an amused laugh out of everyone.

“First, Uncle Rhett needs to get his head sewn shut. But yes, we can get ice cream,” Cecilia promised. The girl excitedly pumped her fist in satisfaction.

“I’m taking you to the hospital,” you told Rhett, slipping out from beneath his arm.

“So that means I ain’t drivin’?” He asked.

“Are you kidding me? Absolutely not.” Then you turned to Danny and Finn. “You two want to get ice cream with us after I get this guy put back together again?”

“Yeah, sure,” Danny said, nodding his head. “First we’re gonna check on the tanks and see if Zara’s up for a talk so we can let her know what happened.”

“Just give us a call once you head to the ice cream place and we’ll meet you there,” Finn echoed. “We’ve got so much to do. We…we really stopped a twister. We’ve got phone calls to make. We need to get a grant from OU. We need to see if we can start testing this out on a wider scale. I mean, holy shit, this is, like, history making stuff here!”

Danny clapped him on the back. “Hey now, don’t get ahead of yourself. We’ll figure all that out.” He looked at you and Rhett and smiled. “You focus on gettin’ our cowboy stitched up. We’ll talk everything else over later.”

You hummed, shooting him a smile. “Sure thing. See you guys in a bit.”

As the two men ambled off toward the trailer to inspect the tanks, you turned to guide Rhett to the truck. Cecilia and Royal were already guiding Amy into their own vehicle to depart, which left the two of you alone.

“C’mon now, let’s get you fixed up.”

Rhett smiled as you led him toward the passenger side, and as you opened the door, he leaned toward you. “Can you believe it?” He asked.

It was your turn to smile, and you shook your head. “No. I really can’t.” It was truly unfathomable, the thing that you had done that day. Stopping a weather phenomenon in its tracks. It was impossible. Improbable. And yet, with Zara’s genius invention, and the rest of the team’s help, you’d made it happen.

“You’re fuckin’ amazing, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes as you nudged him to climb into the truck. “Far from it. I just pressed a button.”

Once the door was shut, he leaned out the open window, arms resting atop the door. “No. You did so much more than that. You go from bein’ fuckin’ terrified of twisters, to conquering one of ‘em. Pretty amazing if y’ask me.”

Ducking your head shyly, your lashes fluttered before you looked up at him again. When he lowered down to kiss you, you let him. “I’m proud of you, girl.”

His praise was all you needed to hear.

With a soft sigh, you rounded the truck and climbed into the driver’s seat. You started the engine and then moved to buckle your seatbelt, making sure Rhett’s was also buckled, before you set off across the property, toward the main road.

For the entire ride to the hospital, his hand rested comfortingly upon your thigh. You let it stay there.

Once you arrived at the emergency room, it did not take long at all for them to call him back, his head wound making him a priority. Around you, people chatted about the storm, and how they’d seen a twister touch down nearby. Little did they know that the reason it stopped was because of what you had done.

Rhett was given a total of four stitches in his head. Though he was entirely fine with needles, you still held his hand during the procedure. He didn’t push you away. In fact, he was grateful for your presence. It made him feel at ease.

Afterward, once he was all stitched up and ready to go, you walked out of the hospital, with his arm around your shoulder, and yours around his waist. “Let’s get you some ice cream, cowboy,” you said.

“I like the sound of that.” He replied.

If only for a short time, you let go of everything. The stress and the fright that you had endured that day. The worry, the uncertainty, and everything else. You let yourselves celebrate an astonishing victory with the people you loved, enjoying ice cream cones, reliving happy memories, and telling stories of storm chases gone by.

And you realized, as you sat around the table at the very same ice cream parlor you had gone to after Rhett’s extraordinary ride at the rodeo, that you were entering into a brand-new chapter. Everything was going to change after this, and you welcomed that change with open arms.

It was time to start living your life.

Epilogue

One Year Later

“S’that the last box, honeybee?” Rhett’s voice rang out through the house, reaching your ears from where you stood in the hallway.

“Yeah, that’s everything!” You called back.

His footsteps were heavy on the rickety old staircase, taking the steps two at a time. He found you standing in the doorway of what was now your shared bedroom. He couldn’t hide the smile that tugged at his mouth at the sight of you, so effortlessly beautiful, and all his.

“Hey there,” he murmured, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you close. You melted into him, body warm and familiar.

“You’re sweaty,” you stated, and he hummed in amusement.

“Yeah, well, draggin’ eight hundred boxes into the house will do that to a body,” he replied.

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Me? Exaggerate? Never,” came his faux shocked reply.

You turned in his arms then, placing your hands against his solid chest. Sweat glimmered on his brow, which you reached up to wipe away, letting your fingers wander to the faint scar just above his temple. A reminder of the day you had made history. “Can you believe we’re finally here?”

He shook his head, ducking his head to kiss your nose. “Been waitin’ for this moment for so long. A place t’ call our own.”

What a journey it had been. After the success of stopping the twister the year prior, you had made the decision to leave your job in Silver Spring and move back to Wabang. You didn’t want to endure a long distance relationship with Rhett. If you were going to invite him back into your life, there would be no miles between you ever again.

You decided to buy your great-aunt’s house after you’d cleaned it out. But the place had been in need of many repairs. After many months of hard work, the house was finally ready for you to move in. And what a joyous occasion it was. You were filled with hope, and excitement for the future.

Things were looking very promising for you both. Your background in weather analyzation had landed you a job at the University of Oklahoma, overseeing the field-testing of various weather related devices. The university had bestowed a grant to Zara’s team, funding any further research into the use of CO₂ and nitrogen used to slow and stop tornadoes.

Unfortunately, Zara had been unable to be as involved as she wanted to be with the project. After the initial health scare that had taken her and Jeslyn away from the chase you’d gone on a year ago, Zara’s mother had been diagnosed with cancer, leaving Zara and Jeslyn to move into her parents home to help her father care for the woman.

In her absence, she asked you to supervise any and all chases involving her method of tornado taming, and you gladly accepted the responsibility, willing to help her in any way possible as she endured this difficult time.

As for Rhett, he was recruited by the university to test storm chasing vehicles that might be used in future weather projects. He was able to take each of them into the field to see how they performed under acute weather conditions. No vehicle passed inspection without his stamp of approval.

Both of you had been through so much. Loss, grief, fear and uncertainty. There would always be a void in your hearts, a permanent ache whenever you remembered the three people that had been ripped from your lives so many years ago. You would never forget them, and you would honor the memory of Perry, Rebecca, and Lydia in everything you did.

But now, it seemed that there was a light shining at the end of the long, dark tunnel. You were moving into your very first home together. You were truly, deeply content, and you were able to do what you loved, side by side.

What more could you have ever asked for?

The vibration of Rhett’s phone in the pocket of his jeans cut through the air at that very moment, interrupting your peaceful exchange. Quickly, he slipped the phone out of his pocket, glancing at the screen.

As if on cue, thunder rumbled in the distance.

“Let me guess, it’s Danny,” you said.

Rhett grinned, turning the screen so you could read the text. Storm’s moving in! Y’all ready to wrangle some twisters?

“Well then, I guess we should get a move on, huh cowboy?”

He stole another kiss from your lips before he grasped your hand. “Guess so, cowgirl.” Then you were off, hand in hand, rushing down the steps.

As you scrambled out the door, the feeling of heavy, humid air immediately engulfed you, and you breathed in deeply, relishing in the scent. A storm’s a brewin’.

But you weren’t afraid. Far from it. You were eager, heart pounding against your rib cage in anticipation. Oh, how far you’d come. What had once terrified you now exhilarated you.

“Ready, honeybee?” Rhett asked you as you climbed into the truck.

With a confident nod, you replied, “As I’ll ever be. Let’s go own the sky, baby!”

Fin.

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0mg-bird · 2 months ago

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rhett defending you at a bar! i just know that man is the most delicious kind of protective and jealous

Omg, the picture that just popped into my mind of this!

Warning: Violence, language, and being grabbed without consent.

Protective~ Rhett Abbott x Fem!Reader

By some nervous tactic, Rhett always has his hand somewhere on you as you enter the bar. You don’t mind it, it’s become very normal for your fingers to be trapped between his.

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you wait at the bar for your drinks.

“Mae should be here with her date soon.” You say, pressing the beer bottle to your lips.

Rhett nods, then hooks his boot around the leg of your stool and slides you closer. “Another new guy, huh?” He teases.

“Well, she just hasn’t had much luck.” You say, defending your friend.

The music playing was good, you nod along to it as the others finally join you. Mae greets you with a grin, hugging you, then Rhett.

“This is Jared.” She introduces her date.

He shakes Rhett’s hand, then kisses your cheek in greeting.

Immediately, you feel Rhett tense. He stares at Jared with a blank expression. While they order two beers, you catch your boyfriend’s eye.

“He’s just being nice.” You say, squeezing his knee.

Rhett doesn’t care about niceties. Letting out a breath, he just smiles at you, trying to ease your worry. “C’mon, we’ll get a table.” He says, avoiding the thought he has of telling this Jared guy to screw off.

His warm hand stays on your thigh as you sit and chat with your friend. When Jared tries to make small talk with him, he’s just enough polite so you don’t tell him to stop being rude.

Mae’s eyes light up. “I love this song.” She says, pulling Jared along with her to the area people are two-stepping.

“Come on, grumpy.” You tell Rhett, pulling him off his seat.

Though he’d like to protest that he wasn’t grumpy, he shuts up the moment you you lay your hand on the back of his neck. Hand joined with his, you lean against him as he takes the lead.

“What’s gonna make you have a better attitude?” You ask, sweeping around the saw dust floor.

Rhett looks at the man holding Mae, but gazing at you. “I’ll be just fine when dick head over there stops looking at you like you’re getting naked.” He huffs.

You look behind you, but Jared’s stare is already gone. “Would you settle for a kiss?” You ask, looking back up at him.

Rhett smirks, then leans down to softly meet your lips. You sigh deeply, enjoying the feeling. When he pulls back, he’s forgotten all about the fact that he’s supposed to be acting tough.

He revels in your laughter, staring only at you as the two of you dance. Though, when he spins you out, he doesn’t expect Jared to cut in and steal you away. You lightly gasp with surprise, looking at Jared who smiles innocently.

"Very smooth move." You say awkwardly, lightly laughing as you try to look around him to make eye contact with Rhett.

He has Mae, but the angry look in his eye makes her take a step back. She' just as confused.

You shake, it feels wrong to have his hands hold you the way Rhett's were once doing. "Just had to get one dance with you before the night was over." He says, caressing your back.

You squirm and try to tug away. "That's sweet of you, Jared, but uh, I think you should get back to Mae."

His grip tightens. "I think I'm good right here."

You feel the way he feels you up and down, not letting you pull away.

"Get off of me." You huff, trying to twist out of his hold.

Just as you're about to scream, you're broken up by Rhett's hand forcefully shoving the guy back. You scramble back, gently being tugged to stand behind Rhett.

"I think it's time for you to go." He states sternly to Jared, fists curled.

Jared raises his hands in defense like he doesn't see the problem, and laughs. "Okay, cowboy, no need to get hot headed now."

In an instant, Rhett has his hands gripped around the collar of his shirt, people around you are watching with wide eyes.

"You need to leave before I make sure you don't walk out of here, you son of a bitch." He grunts, teeth gritted. "You think you could fucking touch her like that and it would be okay?" He shouts.

"Rhett." You call, wrapping your arms around yourself.

But he isn't satisfied with the way Jared stays in silence. He shakes him before shoving him back against the table. He wanted to get so unbelievably violent, but he looks back at the way Mae has a comforting hand on your shoulder and wants to decide on just leaving with you and never see this idiot again.

"She seemed easy."

Those words from Jared's mouth is what quickly changes Rhett's mind.

He has to be pulled off of him, you cry softly while he gets his punches in. When he's pushed back, wiping his bloody knuckles on his jeans, he comes straight for you. Tucking you under his arm, he grabs up both of your jackets off the chairs they laid and pulls you outside. Still fuming, his jaw ticks back and forth, he heads straight to where his truck is parked.

"Hey, come here." He pulls you to stand in front of the passenger side door, hands smoothing down your arms.

"I'm okay." You breathe.

His brows furrow, he tilts your chin up to look at you better. "I know you are. I love you."

You sigh with a relief. "I love you too. I don't know what happened, I thought he was just trying to be funny at first and then he kept grabbing me and..."

Rhett pulls you into his chest, kissing your head. "He's an asshole who thought he could get away with it, that all he is. I could've fucking killed him- I should've." He rambles, making you squeeze him tighter.

"You did enough." You say, pulling back. "Can you take me home?"

Rhett nods, smoothing your hair. "Yeah, 'course."

The ride back to your place, you gently run your fingers over the back of his hand, looking at his bruising knuckles. At a stop light, you kiss him, needing to show him the admiration you feel for him.

"I'm gonna always protect you." He says when you mention it. "Bloody hands don't matter, defending you does."

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withahappyrefrain · 1 year ago

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Summary: When your pastor wishes to practice fulfilling his God-given responsibilities, you're more than happy to oblige.

Warning: Strong breeding kink. Language, preacher!Rhett, female reader, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), creampies. I'd like to give my NSA agent a formal apology.

The praise got old after a while, the words all the same. He smiled and nodded as he made his way towards the back of the church, past the throngs of people. Their compliments washed over him. He had heard them all before.

Beautiful sermon. So lovely. What a fresh take. What a way to take it back to tradition.

He used to cling to every comment when he first began as the church's preacher. Hung to their every word.

But now he had something more important. Something better than the congregation's words. Something that he believed rivaled heaven.

You.

As he walked down the hallway of his church, the voices of adults faded away and were replaced with that of young children.

Some say it was a miracle how quickly you had been able to grow the children’s ministry. Rhett knew it was because once you set your mind to something, you were determined to get it done.

Like how you were determined to start a new life. Determined to put your past behind you. Determined to spend more time with him.

Not that Rhett minded. He had already been thinking of ways he could get you involved, get to know you better, get to spend more time with you. He saw your potential, ever since he first met you at that church picnic.

You were much like him. A good soul that had been led astray by wayward circumstances, desperately trying to get back to salvation.

Which was why Rhett did everything he could to make you feel welcomed, to find a place for you.

The clergy had been talking for years about expanding the Children's Ministry; expanding beyond a nursery, turning it into a place where all children could learn the valuable words of the Lord, where families could become a part of a welcoming community.

Then you came along. It didn't strike Rhett as odd that you were working at the local diner, despite having gone to school for teaching. It wasn't his place to judge, after all, everyone had their reasons.

Just like he had his for leaving Wabang.

Rhett was convinced. Convinced that you were the answers to his prayers. That God had led you to him.

You were much like him. You wanted to do good, to repent for your past sins.

When he offered his help, you accepted graciously. After all, the program had to be blessed by the lead pastor.

And soon, you were blessed by Rhett. In his office, bent over his desk. Over the front pew, right before his sermon. In his home, as he sat in his leather chair, while you were on your knees. In your home, your back against the bed while Rhett's mouth whispered words of praise against your cunt.

Reverend Abbott had many blessings to bestow onto you.

But the biggest blessing Rhett wanted to give you- his last name- had to wait. As a preacher, he could get married. However, that didn't stop him from having to navigate the bullshit of church politics. That people felt strongly over who should be the wife of their preacher; after all, she would become the face of the church.

You were willing to work your way up. Not that gaining the good graces of the congregation was hard. Everyone loved how you had dedicated yourself to creating the Sunday School program, how you took the time to get to know families, earning their trust when it came to looking after their children.

Normally you would be leading the Sunday school session for the early school age children. But today you were in the nursery. A new couple was hesitant about leaving their first child alone, so to soothe their nerves you promised to be in the room.

Rhett beamed with pride when he saw how relaxed the couple was after hearing you'd be there. Though his mood had dampened when he realized the only way he could show it in public was a simple squeeze of your shoulder.

He wouldn’t have to do that much longer. Rhett had started receiving knowing glances when you were mentioned. Folks had begun coming up to him, telling him how good you had been for the church.

The ball was rolling. Soon Rhett wouldn't have to sneak around and instead could kiss you whenever he wanted, instead of behind closed doors.

Rhett was incredibly thankful, as the sight in front of him nearly brought him to his knees.

Through the door window, he saw you in the nursery, wearing the same yellow gingham dress you wore to the church picnic where he first met you. In your arms was a baby you were rocking back and forth.

You looked like a natural, like it was what you were always meant to do. You confided in Rhett that you did enjoy the times you got to go to the nursery, to spend time with the youngest.

Rhett could see your mouth moving, a bright smile on your face as you spoke to the infant. You gently placed them in the nearby crib, rocking it to ensure the infant fell asleep.

He watched as a toddler waddled up to you, pulling on the long skirt of your dress. You didn't mind, picking up the little tyke and resting him on your hip.

Rhett gripped the door knob, trying to ground himself while all the blood in his body went straight to his cock. He tried to think of holy things, he really did.

But the thought of you surrounded by children-his children, with your stomach round and full with his baby, refused to leave his mind.

Perhaps it was a sign from God that he needed to explore.

First, he needed to get you out of here and into a room alone with him.

"Miss Fabre?" You had gotten better about responding to your 'name'. Soon you would have a new last name- Rhett's. One that was actually yours, one that would represent new beginnings.

It's what you deserved, after all your hardships. Rhett wasn't sure why someone like you had been given so many challenges. You didn't deserve to have to look over your shoulder, worried a remnant of the life you tried so hard to escape would show up. You still did, despite watching Rhett ensure your ghosts were laid to rest.

You looked up, a sweet smile overtaking your face at the sight of him.

He swore his knees nearly went weak.

"How's our newest member of the congregation?" Rhett motioned to the crib you were nearby.

"She's doing well!" You put the little toddler down, who was more than happy to scurry off and investigate the painting activity.

"She was a little fussy at first, but settled right in." Rhett joined you by the crib, admiring how you looked down at the little one with such bright eyes and a smile nothing short of radiant.

"That's because she had you," His voice was low in your ear. A shiver went down your spine when you felt his large hand squeeze your shoulder.

"You're a natural at this, y'know that?" You could only nod, too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach.

"Think one day you'll want your own?" Your head turned to find Rhett's blue eyes focused on the baby in the crib.

"I do," you paused, your hand moving closer to Rhett's, "with the right person."

Rhett's breath hitched upon feeling your pinky gently run along his hand. Your touch grounded him. To Rhett, it was his salvation.

And he wanted to show that to you.

"May I speak to you? Privately."

You would do anything the owner of that deep voice asked.

You nodded, following him out the door. As soon as you two were out of sight, his hand engulfed yours, leading you through the hallways of the church.

"You leading me through a maze?" You giggled. Normally your laugh was music to Rhett's ears, a sound better than the choir.

But there were more pressing matters at hand.

As soon as the door to his office opened, Rhett's lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his hands now on your shoulders, walking you backwards.

The click of the door closing is now distant. Did he even close it all the way? Your head was clouded due to his addictive scent; rosemary that always lingered on him.

His stubble is now brushing against the soft skin of your neck as his teeth nip down to your collarbone. Rhett's hands felt heavenly, squeezing your breasts through the soft fabric of your dress.

"Need my angel," he muttered against your skin, teeth nipping at the soft flush.

You found yourself on his desk, legs spread wide enough for Rhett to get down on his knees, ready to worship at his favorite altar.

The soft fabric of your dress is pushed upwards to your hips, exposing your clothed cunt.

Rhett made quick work of removing the cotton fabric, stuffing it in his back pocket for later.

A gasp fell from your lips upon feeling his stubble against your thighs, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh.

"Rhett, some-fuck! Someone could walk i-in," you tried to get his attention by tugging on his dark blonde locks. The action only spurred him on, his tongue desperately lapping at your core.

"Good, let'em see who you belong to."

Everyday he was getting bolder. What had started out as small smiles and quick taps on the shoulder had turned into lingering touches and whispers in your ear, beyond what was appropriate for two colleagues, for two friends.

Your teeth sunk into your fist, trying to contain your whimpers. As much as you loathed having to sneak around, it was for a good reason; you two were so close to being in the clear, to finally reaching the path God had intended for you two all along, despite the numerous obstacles thrown your way.

And yet, you can't find it in yourself to push him away. Your body melts into him, relishing in his touch.

Rhett easily works two fingers inside of you, thankful that he had you earlier this morning, hours before his first sermon.

He knew greed was a sin. But was it greedy when he just wanted to fulfill his duty?

"Such a good girl, always ready f'me."

His words caused you to whimper, your hips bucking up towards his face. Rhett let out a chuckle, sending vibrations throughout your body as he looked up to see your withering form.

Rhett thought it was better than any other icon he had ever seen. Your parted lips, half closed eyes, the small gasps that fell from your mouth.

"You want it? Wanna be full of me?"

"Always wanna be full of you."

His cock twitched at your words, grunts falling from his lips as his hands fumbled to remove his belt. He pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to free his hard cock.

Your arms extend out, finding his hair as his lips devour yours, swallowing your moans as he eases into you.

Rhett can feel your hips squirm as you adjust to the sheer size of him. You bury your head into his neck, trying to muffle your gasps as he bottoms out.

"S'fucking tight."

For a man of God, his mouth was sinful.

He quickly set a fast pace, knowing how short he was on time. You buried your face into his neck, practically clinging onto him for dear life.

"Want me to fill ya up angel?" You could only whimper in response, causing him to chuckle, "Course ya do. S'good f'me. Gonna be the perfect lil' wife f'me."

Your walls clenched at his words. It wasn't the first time you two had spoken about this particular subject. But usually it was done with bashful smiles and Rhett's cheeks turning red as a tomato.

This? This was bold.

You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it. If you hadn’t thought about taking the next steps with him. Haven’t thought about moving in with him, living on his ranch with a little one running around.

"Ya like the sound of that? Gonna keep you full of me. Every day 'till it takes."

His cock began brushing against the spot that made you see stars. Your lips pressed against his forehead, his mouth moving down your collarbone to the tops of your breasts.

"Gonna look s'good, full of me," he pulled the fabric down before sinking his teeth into your skin. Rhett knew that you could easily cover the bite marks. In fact, he loved it. Loved knowing underneath that fabric were physical reminders of his devotion towards you. That you would be able to feel it, you would know it was there as folks tried to talk to you.

That you were his.

Those very thoughts sent your head reeling, pleasure surging throughout your body. Any concern about the door, someone walking by, the Millers' baby, were gone. All you could focus on was the way his cock made you feel so full.

“Fuck, can’t wait until these get full. Ya gonna look so pretty angel, carryin’ our baby.” His tongue lapped at the fresh bite mark on your breasts. The action did little to soothe you, adding to the ache between your legs.

Two fingers tapped at your bottom lip. You opened, moaning around his long digits. Soon, there would be a wedding band around one of them. Soon you two wouldn't have to go to restaurants in the next town over. Soon you would be able to hold his hand in public.

Soon you two would have the life you always deserved, the life you both made so many sacrifices for, committed sins for.

Rhett always said that sometimes God put good people in bad circumstances. And that in those cases, the Lord understood you had to do what was necessary to get out.

You still doubt whether you were good. But with Rhett, you knew you could be.

His fingers left your mouth, moving to just above where your bodies connected.

"Gonna have ya sit in the front row. So everyone can see who you belong to. See who fucked a baby into ya."

Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Even with his button up, you knew there would be faint crescent-shaped marks. Not that Rhett minded. He liked the physical reminders of your devotion just as much as you, if not more.

His hips rocked into yours. That, combined with the circles he was drawing on your clit, led to your undoing. His other hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans. You should at least try to be quiet, given the circumstances.

But that was near impossible with how his thick cock was dragging in and out of your wet cunt, prolonging your pleasure. He always made you feel so good, so full.

"Rhett," his name weakly fell from your lips, barely audible over the obscene sound of his cock fucking your wetness back into you.

"Whatcha need angel?" He grunted. Rhett liked to consider himself a good listener. Many had told him it was one of his strengths as a preacher. But it was so hard to focus on anything other than you.

"Need….need y'to fill me up," your words were slurred, as if you were drunk off his cock.

Wouldn't be the first time.

His hands gripped the back of your thighs, bringing your legs up to his hips. The new angle allowed him to fuck you even deeper.

"That's what ya want? Want me to fill ya up? Make ya mine?"

"W-want it s'bad Rhett." His words made your walls clench, head spinning in a sickly sweet pleasure, "Wanna have your baby."

None of the words that fell from his mouth could be found in the Bible.

The oversensitivity combined with how deep he was fucking you caused you to teether back and forth from pleasure to pain. A near animalistic need was overtaking your body, the only thing you could focus on was the sensation of him coming deep inside of you.

"Want me to keep going, don't ya? So deep inside ya, I bet ya want it to take." It made your head reel that this was the same man who an hour earlier, was speaking to a congregation about loving thy neighbor.

His different layers were what caused you to fall in love with Rhett. The same man who was grunting words of pure filth was the same man who planned to make you dinner. It was the same man who personally saw to it that your demons were laid to rest, unable to haunt you ever again.

The same man who was now pressing his lips gently to your forehead as he pulled out.

"I'll feel ya up real good tonight angel, promise. But folks are probably wondering where we are." You nodded, though your body remained wrapped up in his.

"You know, they're still gonna wonder where we are, even after they learn about us."

Rhett simply smiled as he stuffed your panties into his back pocket.

"Yeah, but they'll know better than to say anything about it."

One of your eyebrows quirked upwards, "Perks of being a man of God?"

His lips pressed against yours for a quick peck, "You'll get those perks too angel. Soon."

It couldn't come soon enough.

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finnydraws · 6 months ago

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Girl Dad Rhett/reader

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/ Female Reader

Word count:575

Description: Life with a lovely cowboy, who loves you and your child very much

genre(s) fluff, slice of life

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, mentions of not great parents and insecurities.

Rhett was terrified the first time you told him you were pregnant. His brain just showing him bad memories of his childhood, and of the way Perry treated Amy. He was so uncomfortable with it, that he blocked it from his brain and you had to tell him another 4 times before we was ok.

He starts treating you so gently, don’t expect to go ANYWHERE without this man following you.

The bathroom? He's right outside the door. You’re cooking? He’s there, burning whatever it is you let him help with. Don’t even think about trying to go into town without him.

He buys and stocks up on all of your cravings.

He goes to every. Single. Appointment. At one point Royal asks him to help around the farm and halfway through the task, Rhett leaves him with no warning to get to the appointment on time.

Cried like a baby when he saw you were having a little girl (even though he thought he wanted a boy at first he couldn't imagine anything other than his life with his daughter)

He builds and paints all of her furniture, shades of green and yellow while you draw designs onto the wall. Rhett won't let you touch the paint. Something about chemicals.

When it's time to start buying clothes he needs a second to collect himself after seeing just how small the shoes are in his big hands.

He spends ALL his money on clothes, toys, pillows, blankets. Books, you name it.

At one point he’s half asleep and asks if you think he’ll be the favorite parent, asks if she’ll even like him, and if he can take care of feeding/ comforting her at night.

Tells every person in town about his daughter and keeps the latest ultrasound on his person.

Invites so many people to the baby shower (most people don't come but he invited them nonetheless)

Does not invite perry, he actually tells perry he better not show up.

When you go into labor he panics for a good 10 minutes before packing you into the truck, and speeding to the hospital, if a cop tried to stop him he wouldn't know.

Your baby Iris Cecile Abbott is born at 3:42am on June 10th, about 16 hour later

Y'all steal everything from the hospital room (babies are expensive and if you're already gonna pay for you might as well use em)

Rhett calls his mother to tell her first, bawling as he holds his daughter that he swears has your eyes

Iris is a daddy's girl as she grows up 100%, begs him to take her around the property and look for toads or snakes. He teaches her to ride a horse and she goes into the rodeo (tie down calf roping when she's older, and barrel racing)

Every time Iris competes, Rhett's the loudest one cheering, he definitely shouts stuff like “that's my baby!” and “go on baby! Get em!”

When she hits puberty Rhett nearly cries because he thinks his baby won't want to hang around him anymore

Will check in on her in the middle of the night, make sure she's ok and sleeping well

He 100% tries to intimidate her partners so only the good ones stick

Definitely spoils her though. If she did something small like failing a class she knows she can just say “I'm sorry daddy, I'll do better next time” and he's gone

#rhett abbott #rhett abbot x reader #outer range #outer range fanfiction #outer range fic #x reader #lewis pullman

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vivwritesfics · 5 months ago

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I need rhett or jake to teach me how to ride a horse

I feel like you already sent me a jake one (which i wanna save for my princess au) so I've gone for Rhett (this could be read as Waiting For The Sun Reader but I'm not specifying)

Horses weren't supposed to be scary. Rhett had never thought so, but, then again, he'd grown up around them. His girl, though, she hadn't grown up around horses.

She looked so cute, in her jeans, white shirt (that said Cowboy Pillows over the tits), and his Stetson. Rhett wore one of his caps as he tacked up Pumpkin. Pumpkin, who acted like she didn't know him when he walked up in his cap. That was his lovely, overdramatic mare.

Her ears were pinned back as he brushed her back. "Seriously?" He asked and pulled his hat off, revealing who he was. She calmed down after that, ears moving forward as she realised it was his dad. "Are you gonna be nice for my girl?" He asked and fed her a treat.

Pumpkin snorted.

He placed her saddle on her back and cinched it. As soon the girth tightened around her belly, Pumpkin put her ears back went to bite him, but he just pushed her away.

She was all talk. Rhett knew she was gonna be the best girl for his girl. He placed his cap back on his head, grabbed her reins, and walked her out of the barn.

That was the thing about Pumpkin. As soon as she had her tack on, she was like another horse. She was calm, almost like she was high.

And there she was, thumbs hooked around her belt loops as she watched him with Pumpkin. Rhett sucked in a breath. He placed the reins over Pumpkins neck and walked towards her.

"Cowboy pillows, huh?" He asked as he grabbed her hips and pulled her into him.

She licked her lips, keeping on hand on the back of the Stetson as she looked up at him. "Yep," she said, popping the p. "You can lay on them once you teach me how to ride.

"Darlin', I already know you can ride."

She rolled her eyes, but kissed him anyway. "C'mon, introduce me to your noble steed."

Noble steed. Pumpkin had never been called that before. He took her hand and led her over to Pumpkin. Rhett was so calm and patient with her, telling her where to put her hands. He helped her get her foot into the stirrup (something he knew he'd have to adjust as soon as she was sitting) and helped to lift her into the saddle.

"Sit straight, Darlin'," he said as he took her foot from the stirrup and made them shorter. She did what she was told, sitting so pretty for him. Rhett held her leg as he placed the stirrup back on her foot and patted her knee.

He looked up at her. "Fuck, c'mere," he said and pulled her down to kiss him.

"Rhett!" She cried, slipping slightly. But he got her back into the saddle and passed her the reins to hold.

It was only her first time on a horse. Rhett led Pumpkin around the pasture as she sat there in the saddle. "You're doing so good, darlin'," he said to her. "My two girls together."

"Can we go faster?" She asked.

Rhett had her let go of the reins. He placed her hands on the pommel. "Just sit as best you can, Darlin'," he said and stepped back.

He waited until she gave him a walk before he began running. Well, it was more of a jog really, with Pumpkin trotting behind him. Periodically he looked back, make sure she was still with him and that she hadn't slipped from the saddle.

They slowed back to a walk and Rhett had her pick up the reins again. He had her walk back without his assistance, hands shoved into his pockets as Pumpkin followed her back to the barn.

As soon as they were there, Rhett helped her to jump down into his arms. "You did so good, pretty girl. A regular cowboy out there," he said, hands around her waist as he pulled her closer.

She swapped their hats, placing his Stetson on his head and his cap on hers. "You go take care of Pumpkin, and I'll get the cowboy pillows ready," she said, reaching back to unclasp her bra through her shirt.

(Welp now I wanna write a fic about Cowboy Pillows)

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fanfiction #outer range #outer range imagine #outer range x reader #outer range fic #outer range fanfiction #or #lewis pullman #lewis pullman imagine #lewis pullman x reader

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bradshawsbaby · 8 months ago

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Ohhhhh I gotta tell you that Rhett + "come here. I'm taking care of you tonight. and you’re gonna let me" = absolute perfection!!! 🥹

I love it! 🥹 And I don’t know why, but this just screamed Nurse!Reader to me, so that’s what we’re going with!

You were honestly shocked you had managed to get yourself home without driving your truck off the road or getting into an accident. If you really thought long and hard about it, it was probably grossly irresponsible of you to get behind the wheel of a car considering how exhausted you were. But at the same time, you knew that if you didn’t get out of the hospital the very minute your shift ended, you were going to lose your mind.

Every time you worked a double shift, you swore it would be the last time. And yet here you were again, suckered into picking up an extra shift for a co-worker who almost certainly would never return the favor. Sixteen never-ending hours in the ER.

Rhett wasn’t happy about it. When you’d gone to kiss him goodbye, clad in the same scrubs you were wearing now, he’d grumbled about how you needed to “stop being so generous to those lazy bastards who take advantage of you.”

You just hoped he wasn’t still upset about it. Every part of your body ached, and all you wanted was a nice, hot shower and the longest sleep of your life. Preferably with your grumpy cowboy’s arms wrapped around you.

Stumbling up the drive, you fumbled around in your pocket for your keys, barely able to keep your eyes open or place one foot in front of the other. Before you even made it to the bottom step, Rhett was opening the front door, the warmth of your shared home wrapping around you like a comforting hug.

“C’mere,” he murmured soothingly, rushing down the stairs to meet you and wrapping a secure arm around your waist. “Look at you, darlin’. Damn near dead on your feet.” He shook his head as he guided you up the stairs and into the house.

“Just a little tired is all,” you yawned, wanting to collapse into his arms, but trying not to show it. When you bent down to untie your sneakers, Rhett stopped you with a hand on your arm, squatting down to unlace them for you.

“Uh-uh, baby. I’m takin’ care of you tonight. And you’re gonna let me,” he insisted, his blue eyes twinkling with concealed amusement as he looked up at you. “You’ve done enough takin’ care of everybody else.”

You were so exhausted that you didn’t even argue as he lifted you up into his arms and carried you off to the bathroom, where he stripped you out of your grimy scrubs and helped you into the shower, washing your hair and massaging your sore back with his strong fingers. By the time he got you dressed in one of his T-shirts and brushed your hair, you were already fast asleep, mouth hanging open as he pulled the blankets over you.

Rhett chuckled, crawling into bed beside you and taking you into his arms, his lips pressed against your neck. “G’night, my darlin’.”

soft(ish) angst prompts

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #outer range #rhett drabble #lewis pullman

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jungle-angel · 10 months ago

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A Bed For My Family: Part 2 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett have been hiding out up in Montana, but you know his godfather would do anything to make your stay a little better

Warnings: Breastfeeding, mentions of court battles etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

You and Rhett awoke to the heavy snow falling outside and Diesel pawing at the both of you so that he could be let out to do his business. It felt odd waking up in a bed that wasn't yours, but you and Rhett were grateful that you had a place to stay.

Rhett was further awoken by Amy's sleepy little cooing, a sign that she would be waking up sooner than later. "Alright princess, I'm comin," Rhett yawned.

He lifted her out of her crib at the foot of the bed you had been sharing and brought her to you. "Ya'll want some help?" Rhett asked.

"Nope," you chuckled, helping Amy to latch onto your boob. "Thank you though Rhett."

He leaned in and kissed you, before letting you have your moment of privacy, heading downstairs and following the tantalizing smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen.

"Ya'll are up early," John remarked.

"Dog woke us up and needed to go out," Rhett chuckled.

"I let him back in, just so you know," John answered, handing Rhett the mug full of fresh steaming coffee. "I was afraid he'd start chasing a squirrel."

"Nah, Diesel doesn't chase squirrels," Rhett answered. "But he has been known to go after Mrs. Burch once in a while."

"That old hag still lives near you?" John asked with a laugh.

"Yeah, Dad's waitin on her to kick the bucket already," Rhett laughed.

The two of them greeted you as you came down the stairs with Amy, drawn in by the smell of fresh eggs, bacon, toast and coffee. Ruby had jumped off the couch and trailed her way into the kitchen, eager for her morning scritches, while Diesel sank down on his bed near the huge fireplace in the living room.

"Alright, where's my grandniece?" John chuckled as you carefully handed Amy off to him.

"She's been waiting for you all night John," you answered, pushing the toast in the toaster down.

"Well, she'll have all day long too," John remarked. "S'gonna fuckin snow all day and I don't want anybody, the hands included, out in it."

"Critters are all in for now?" Rhett asked.

"Yep, all got in last night before the blizzard started," John answered.

Rhett heard his phone on the counter vibrating as you and John chattered away. He opened up his lockscreen to find a text from Royal, a little apprehensive to open it, but needing to see what it said.

Dad: Cats and kittens are fine, Perry ran off to Colorado and hasn't been seen since. Lay low at Johns for a few days and your Ma and I will bring the cats and kittens up.

Rhett breathed a huge sigh of relief. Ever since last night, he had worried himself nearly sick wondering if Tiny, Willie and their kittens would be ok. The poor little things were only a few days old, still blind and helpless, unable to be moved from the confines of their little pen in the book barn's cozy corner. Thank God Perry hadn't gone anywhere near the property or near the barn. Rhett would have killed him if something had happened to the little cat family.

It was at least a day and a half before Royal and Cecelia showed up on John's doorstep, each with a cat carrier in hand and each one containing Tiny, Willie and their eight little kittens. John had made a special little pen for them in the basement near the woodstove, setting up a homemade nesting box so that the kittens could sleep on top of each other.

And it was times like that, that you, Rhett and your family felt closer than ever.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #john dutton #outer range #outer range x yellowstone crossover

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delopsia · 12 days ago

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There's not a moment that passes where Rhett doesn't think that you're cute, don't get him wrong, but there are these little things you do that have his heart fluttering in his chest like he's a damn teenager.

And he's not entirely sure what to do with those feelings, has never really been in a situation where he could learn these things, didn't even realize it was a thing until that first date when you couldn't quit yawning.

He still remembers it.

The way your face would twitch as you tried to fight it off, desperate to finish one sentence where you weren't interrupted by it, only for your little eyes to squeeze shut as another yawn took over. Oh, and he hadn't the slightest clue that butterflies could feel like that, tickling in his chest, his right foot mindlessly kicking below the table as if to ward them off before you could notice.

It gets him just as bad when you hug his bicep. You usually do it on the chilly rodeo nights, when the turnout gradually becomes larger and larger, the crowds so big that they'll swallow you whole if you're not careful. And it's just so cold, and he's so warm, it only makes sense that you would hang onto him!

You haven't the slightest clue that he's been taking you to the chutes the long way; there's a shortcut beneath the bleachers that skips the food truck crowds entirely, but Rhett takes you this way just because he knows what you're gonna do. Batting your pretty eyes at him, trying to convince him to let you keep hanging onto him as if he isn't already wrapped around your finger.

There are some days when you get bold enough to shove yourself right under his arm, frozen to the point of trying to steal his warmth rather than asking for it. But with it, you cloud his ability to think and steal the strength right out of his knees. Dumbly follows you around until his name is called to ride, or you decide you've had enough.

But Rhett thinks that you're the cutest when you've just woken up.

You've recently developed this little habit of rolling over in the morning and nuzzling up to his chest, your nose resting against the tattoo mottling his skin, arm loosely thrown over his waist. It always wakes him up, and frankly, that's the best part about it. You and your peaceful face, blissfully unaware of the rough, calloused hands that trace the lines of your features as if to memorize you from touch alone.

He thinks this must be why you occasionally smother him with kisses. Overwhelmed with whatever this fuzzy, warm feeling is that has long since made its home in his lower belly.

Sometimes, he gets to stick around long enough to see you wake. Mindlessly tracing his fingers up and down your shoulder as your eyes flutter open, so out of it that you don't even try to ward off a yawn. God, he wants to squish your cheeks and pepper you with kisses. Is this why you do that to him?

Most mornings, though, ranch work calls, and those cattle ain't gonna sort and feed themselves. And he really does try his best to pry himself away without waking you, delicately lifting and easing your arm back to where it belongs, drawing your leg off of his hip.

It works about half of the time. You haven't the slightest clue he's gone, still asleep, when he sneaks over to press a kiss into your temple. But every once in a while, he'll be standing in the kitchen fiddling with his coffee when the same old tile creaks behind him, and a pair of arms wind around his naked waist.

"Did I wake y' up?" It's always the same question. In that deep, rumbling voice of his, tilting his head to look over his shoulder at you.

The answer is always the same; your favorite white lie, even though you both know the truth lurking below the surface. "No."

His little routine is almost enough to put you to sleep. Meticulously blending milk, sugar, and creamer until his coffee is so sweet that a single sip might give Royal a heart attack. But then he's finished pouring it into the beat-up travel mug you got him three birthdays ago, and he's twisting in your arms to steal a kiss and oh you're looking at him with those eyes again.

"Don't do that," he tries. As if the cracks aren't already forming. "Y' can't do that."

It's so hard to keep up his resolve when you yawn, tightening your arms around his waist, blinking at him with that little half-awake unfocused gaze of yours. "Stay here a few minutes?"

Rhett really, really should have his boots on and be out the door by now.

His truck still needs a few minutes to warm up and shake the cold off. The north pasture fence needs to be mended as soon as possible so that they can herd the cattle up there around noon. If he's too late, then he'll encounter Wayne on his journey down the shared driveway, and there's nothing worse than having to creep into the grass to give that guy enough space to pass.

But...oh, hell, what's five more minutes?

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #delgato's warmups

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sugarcoated-lame · 2 years ago

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Joy Ride

Rhett Abbott x Reader

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

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

Word Count: ~1.7K.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

Thank you for reading! xx

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

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

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year ago

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Closing Time

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Bartender!Reader

Rating: Mature

Notes: Not beta-read, cause when is it ever. Just a little oneshot, set pre-show

No physical descriptions, no use of y/n.

Warnings: Cursing, flirty Rhett, drunk Rhett

Summary: “You’re having a helluva night, huh,” You comment.

“S’that supposed to mean?”

“You got a shit bull, then you struck out with that girl…And you failed to bait Luke Tillerson into trying to kick your ass.”

You knock on the bar twice, catching Rhett's hazy eye and raising a brow.

“You good?”

“Fine.” It��s a near-slurred mumble, chased by the delayed glance toward a woman you’d seen him talking to half an hour ago. There are so few people left in the bar, it's hard to miss her. Now, she’s on the arm of one of the Tillerson’s—you’re too lazy to get a better look at which one. You’re already dreading whichever one might come over to pay the tab, if they bother to pay the tab tonight. You’ve been working long enough to know not to chase the Tillersons out the door when they haven’t. Luke typically turns up some time around opening the next day, asking what they owe with a smarmy smile, dropping a thick stack of bills on the countertop to cover it, and telling you to keep the change, sweet thing.

You lean back against the counter, eyeing the few other patrons, waving at the few that have already paid and are on their way out. You glance toward Rhett again, toward where he’s trailing his finger along the side of his half-full beer. He looks back as the TIllerson’s explode in laughter. They rise from their table, trailing toward the door.

“‘Ey,” Rhett mumbles it at first, so softly that you hardly realize he’s spoken. He tries it again, louder, as the Tillerson's breeze outside.

“Hey!” He yells, rising so quickly that he sends the stool tumbling to the ground.

“Dude!” You hiss.

“You didn’t pay!” He’s still yelling after them, as if they’re not already gone. You lean over the bar and reach out, whacking him in the bicep with the rag you use to clean the counter top. It seems to snap him out of it, and he glances between you and the door, pointing after them. “They didn’t pay!”

“Thank you for the update, Columbo. Would you sit back down?”

You reach out, taking up his unfinished beer and dumping it out.

“I wasn’t done with that—”

“You’re done with it now. Sit down and gimme your phone.”

Rhett seems to take a moment to process what you've said. Then he takes your orders one after another, reaching down and taking up the stool and righting it before sitting. He fishes into his pocket, drawing his phone out and passing it over. You eye the cracked screen before you hold it up to him.

“Open it.”

He hesitates, gaze flickering to you before he does as he’s told again. You bring the phone back, finding Perry’s number and raising it to your ear.

“Rhett?” The question is croaked out after two rings, “What are you doin’, callin’ now?”

“Come get your brother.”

“...Aw, hell,” Perry mutters. The sound is in and out; you’re almost certain he's scrubbing his hand over his face. “Alright. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Fuckin’ better. I've gotta close here.”

You don’t wait for his answer, you just hang up and toss Rhett’s phone onto the counter in front of him. You catch a glimpse of his hangdog expression as you turn away from him, taking up a coffee mug and filling it before turning back to him.

“Take your time with it,” You warn as you set it down. “It’s hot.”

“...They didn’t pay.”

“I know. They’ll come back in the morning.”

“That so?”

“Trust me. This isn’t the first time.”

“They get away with all that shit.”

“They’re not getting away with anything," You fib. "If you left without paying, I’m sure you’d be back in the morning, too.” You walk over to the counter, popping the register open and beginning to count the till out. Otherwise empty, the bar has settled into quiet, save for the murmur of music over the speakers, and the odd thud of Rhett’s coffee mug being set back down on the counter. You glance over at him, weighing your options, watching him smooth his hand over his hair, the brace on his wrist nearly obscuring his face as he reaches up. You turn back to the bills, counting through them.

“You’re having a helluva night, huh,” You comment.

“S’that supposed to mean?”

“You got a shit bull, then you struck out with that girl…And you failed to bait Luke Tillerson into trying to kick your ass.”

“How’d you know I got a bad bull?”

“Heard people talking.”

“I wasn’t trying to fight Luke.”

“Oh, please,” You chuckle. “Don’t pretend you were trying to protect the integrity of the business.”

“They act like they own everything in this damn town.”

You won’t argue with that. He’s not wrong—but it’s also not something that you’re willing to combat. They’re assholes, but they’re assholes that tip.

“Keep drinking your coffee,” You advise. “Your ma’ll have my head if you’re drunk as a skunk when you get in.”

“She won’t,” Rhett chuckles. “She loves you. ‘Sides, I did this myself.”

“I should’ve cut you off two beers ago.”

“I ain’t that bad.”

“Not all that good, either. Speaking of which, if you’re gonna toss, aim for a trash can.”

“I’m not gonna be sick.”

“You sure?”

“Trust me.”

“If you say so.”

“I been worse than this.”

“Well, that I know.”

“You’re really makin’ me feel better.”

You roll your eyes.

“I’m not here to make you feel better, Abbott. This isn’t Cheers, despite the fact that you chose to go somewhere everybody knows your name.”

“Can’t go anywhere in Amelia County without someone knowing my name.”

“Well hey, big guy, my apologies.”

“That ain’t what I mean,” Rhett chuckles. Then he perks up, patting his hands on the counter. “What can I do?”

“What?” You frown, glancing up from the stack of twenties.

“Put me to work. What can I do?”

“Seriously?”

“I’ll just be sitting here til Perry comes an’ gets me. C’mon.”

You hesitate before you nod toward the flap.

“Grab the clorox spray and wipe down the tables if you really wanna help.”

Rhett stands, rounding the counter and lifting the flap to get behind the bar. He ducks down, eyeing the shelf that you pointed to before he grabs the spray and the rag. You arch a brow, watching him round to the end of the bar, starting with the furthest tables. Maybe he’s trying to get out of trouble with you. Maybe he thinks if he helps out, you won’t mention this to his mama. Hell, you’re not planning on mentioning it to her, anyway, but you’ll take all the help you can get.

“If you throw up, you’re cleaning it up,” You warn.

“Told you,” He calls back. “I’m not gonna be sick.”

You grunt, filling out the closing sheet before tucking the cash into the envelope. You find yourself tucking it into the back of your jeans, drawing your shirt down over it. You trust Rhett, sure, but if someone comes in when you’re cleaning up and it’s just laying around, and that sleeve comes up missing, your ass is on the chopping block.

You look over to find Rhett studiously scrubbing the bar. You can’t help but smile a little. That hangdog look seems to have vanished. You can’t help but wonder what’s done it. Maybe his head is clearing up; maybe it’s because he’s helping you out, making himself useful.

“You gimme a minute, we can start putting up the chairs,” You offer.

“I can do it.”

“It’ll go faster with two.” You shut the drawer, locking it before you round the counter. You reach out, taking the rag and spray from him. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah,” He admits. “Think I just needed to move around a bit. Coffee helped.”

“Good.” You glance toward the clock. “Perry should be here soon.”

Rhett nods, picking up his coffee and taking a swig.

“Want some more?” You ask, nodding toward the mug.

“Uh…” He frowns, tipping the mug toward himself. “If there is more, yeah. Please.”

You nod, taking up the coffee pot. “Polite as always, Abbott.”

“Not always.”

“I suspect you can be damn polite when you wanna be, so long as I’m not a Tillerson.”

“Alright, let up,” He grumbles, drawing his mug back as you empty the coffee pot and set it down again. You smile as he nods back. “Are we stackin’ chairs?”

“In a minute. Drink your coffee.”

“You always been this bossy?”

“Yes.”

“How’d I never realize?”

“Probably too distracted by cute girls and the Tillerson’s to notice.”

“Jealous, honey?”

The accusation sends heat skittering up your neck. You force an eye roll, turning away and straightening up.

“Alright, cap it and help me stack some fucking chairs,” You grumble, skirting out from behind the bar.

“That a yes?” Rhett trails after you like a puppy; even with your back to him, you can practically hear his dopey smile. It makes that heat creep up just a little higher. You reach down, forcing your mind to the task at hand, and away from Rhett’s fastidious and curious gazes.

“S’alright, you can tell me. If you’d told me sooner, I might’a done something about it,” Rhett adds. You glance over toward him, watching him lift a chair and set it on the table.

“Is that right?” You ask dryly.

“Sure. Always thought you were pretty.”

“Were?” You lean into it, ready to brush off the flirting, “The bloom’s already off the rose?”

You set a chair onto the table, and before you can get any further, you feel the warmth of him behind you. He raises his hands, bracketing you in and grasping the legs of the chair that you’ve set on the table. Your heart ticks up in your chest as you keep your gaze set forward.

“You see all those other chairs, Abbott?” You ask lightly. Rhett is quiet for a moment, stepping closer, lips brushing against your temple.

“I don’t see anything else in here but you, sugar.”

You push back the warmth that his murmur wells up in favor of nudging him aside with a laugh of, “Oh, that’s good.” You walk to the next table, stalwartly keeping your gaze from his as you begin to put up more chairs. You glance back to find Rhett leaning dejectedly against the table, and you sigh softly.

“Don’t do that,” You grumble.

“What?”

“Pout.”

“I struck out twice.”

“You only struck out once.”

“What do you call this?” Rhett asks, waving his finger between the two of you. You rest a hand on the table, cocking your hip.

“This," You mimic his gesture, "Was never gonna happen. No offense, Abbott, but I don’t fuck drunk patrons.”

“What about sober ones?”

“You aren’t sober, Rhett.”

“Not right now, but…”

You raise your brows as Rhett lets it hang in the air. You consider for a moment before you shrug a little. You may as well throw the guy a bone—especially since you mean it, a little.

“Maybe,” You concede, “But bat those pretty lashes all you want, it ain’t happening tonight.”

Your stomach flips as Rhett’s lips pull into a teasing little smile. “You think my lashes are pretty?”

You laugh again, shaking your head and turning away from him.

“Put up the damn chairs, Abbott.”

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