#oc: rhett

[eurodyne-d]

me? making another oc? it's more likely than you think! meet rhett ♡

[ghoul--doodle]

Only had the energy for one character today but one is better than none so! I’m not too mad about it

[simcardiac-arrested]

[the-huxler]

[2021]

babies..my babies...ill come back to u one day💔

they are my original universe characters. something something paranormal shit happening in small town but no one cares except this group of kids, you know

emo kid who obsessed with demons, nervous scene kid who just trying to survive, mean nerd who wants to raise the dead, clown girl who only moved here recently, creepy rich girl, alien just hanging out with them, popular girl who isnt reach and mean but just wants to chill and look at the frogs, weird artsy kid whos into cryptozoology and lil boy who can see ghosts. oh and there should be demon with them but i didn't include him here idk why.

[fergusdraws]

another one of my shit lil teen jonah comics. also some baby jonah art.

[wearerofsocksart]

little art dump

kobi belongs to sporeunfortunatesoul on th

paku belongs to my irl friend

rhett (my oc) and genji (ow2)

fursona cheeb

my new oc jack-o's ref sheet

painted fursona portrait

[museshitsngiggs]

rhett abbott imagine

backing you up against his truck after you accuse him of eyeing another girl at dinner. slipping his hand up your dress and never breaking eye contact because he wouldn’t want to miss the way your eyes widen and your mouth opens up to let out a small gasp.

working his fingers inside of you slowly making you lose yourself to him and shuddering as he curls them, allowing you to have your release.

“If i wanted someone else, I wouldn’t be here fucking you with my fingers.” He would whisper in your ear, leaving kisses down your neck and collar bones.

[sillygoose067]

hi!! is it possible for you to write one for lewis pullman in general or bob floyd inspired by this

Hi! Yes of COURSE it’s possible, I’m so glad you asked :) I chose to do Lewis for this one, but maybe in the future I’ll do a Bob Floyd version… 🤔💭

Also the tweet itself is so funny I swear I’ve seen it like 50 other times and still laughed at it. Thanks for bringing it back!

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Plus One, Minus Me

Lewis Pullman x Reader

You were halfway through another spreadsheet, fingers stiff from typing, when your phone started to buzz across the desk. The screen lit up with a name that made the corners of your mouth soften—Lew💞.

You tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear, already grateful for the break. “Hey, you,” you said, brushing a crumb from your lap. “What’s up?”

His voice came through, winded. “Quick question—where are you?”

You frowned faintly, clicking away from the screen. “Um. At work? Still chained to the desk. Why?”

There was a shuffle on the other end. Distant laughter. A thud, like someone had dropped something nearby. And then—faintly—a child's voice calling for someone named "Captain Lewis."

“…Wait,” you said, straightening up. “Where are you?”

“I’m at your family’s place?” he replied, like it was obvious. “The cookout. The one you told me about last week?”

Your brain did a somersault. You yanked open your calendar. June 25th — Family cookout, 3 PM — backyard, bring something sweet?

Oh god. You had told him.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I completely forgot.”

“I thought you were just running late,” he said, unbothered. “Your mom texted me the address this morning, so I just showed up. Figured it'd be polite to shake some hands and make a quiet exit.”

You groaned, already burying your face in one hand. “I had back-to-back reports this morning. I didn’t even think—I’m so sorry—wait, how are you even surviving out there? My family’s like, full-contact socializing.”

There was a brief silence, and then a huff of laughter.

“Yeah, I didn’t really get a choice. Your aunt handed me a pair of tongs before I even finished saying hello. I’ve grilled, stacked chairs, lost a round of trivia, and now I’m being roped into a scavenger hunt by your cousin? I think I’m her team captain now?”

You could almost see him: sleeves rolled up, awkwardly trying to blend in, probably blushing his way through small talk while balancing a paper plate.

“Lewis,” you sighed, equal parts charmed and horrified.

But he didn’t hear it. His voice had shifted, distracted again. “Wait—someone’s calling me—uh, hey, sorry, I can’t really talk right now, I’m being drafted into backyard dodgeball. Your dad’s on the opposing team and he’s been warming up for ten minutes—I think he’s taking this personally—okay, gotta go—bye!”

Click.

You blinked.

He hung up.

He actually hung up on you.

To play dodgeball.

At your family’s cookout.

That you forgot about.

A scoff caught in your throat—half disbelieving, half amazed. You shook your head and stared at the phone like it had betrayed you. Moments later, a message came in.

A photo. Blurry but full of motion. Lewis in the foreground, red-cheeked and triumphant, clutching a foam ball like a prize. Behind him: your dad mid-sprint, your cousin ducking for cover. Someone had stuck a makeshift nametag on Lewis’s shirt. It read: “TEAM MVP.”

Then came the text:

Lew💞: “Tell me this counts as cardio. Also tell your mom I’m winning? Sort of.”

You felt a smile start somewhere deep and involuntary. A quiet warmth that spread beneath your ribs.

You: “I can’t believe you’re just out there bonding with my entire family without me:(”

Lew💞: “Yeah, well. Someone had to represent you. I’m doing my best. Now if you’ll excuse me, your uncle just pulled out the water balloons.”

Pause.

Lew💞(follow-up): “P.S. Tell your boss you’re missing a great pasta salad.”

———

You managed to finish up your shift a little after sunset, eyes heavy and brain gelatinous from too many hours of spreadsheets and fluorescent lights. But as soon as you clocked out, your feet moved on instinct. You barely thought about it—just turned the wheel and pointed your car in the direction of home. Or at least, the temporary version of it: your parents’ house, backyard still glowing with string lights and the leftover echo of laughter.

By the time you pulled up, most of the chaos had thinned. The crowd had quieted to clusters of folding chairs and flickering citronella candles. A few cousins darted around with glow sticks; someone had put on an old playlist, the kind that lived in your family’s blood more than memory.

You stepped into the yard with a breath held like a confession.

Your parents were at the patio table, sipping something warm, plates scraped mostly clean. Your mom saw you first. Her eyes lit up, though she didn’t rise—just waved you over with a small smile.

“I’m so sorry,” you said as soon as you reached them. “I completely spaced. Work swallowed me whole.”

Your dad waved a hand. “Don’t worry about it. We figured you’d show up when you could.”

“Besides,” your mom said, patting your arm. “Lewis made up for both of you.”

You blinked. “He did?”

“Oh, absolutely,” she said, grinning. “He’s been playing referee, grill assistant, magician, babysitter, and apparently—”

Your dad cut in. “—the reigning water balloon dodge champion.”

You laughed, cheeks warming. “Where is he now?”

Your mom stood, nodding for you to follow her through the side of the yard. “He wore himself out. The little ones ran him into the ground.”

You passed the garden hose, a collapsed beach ball, and a pair of soaked sneakers—evidence of earlier warfare—and then turned the corner into the screened-in sunroom.

There he was. Sprawled on the old futon like a crime scene outline, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. His shirt was damp, hair tousled, and someone had draped a beach towel over him like a blanket. Your youngest cousin had left a juice box balanced precariously on his chest.

You stood in the doorway and just stared for a second. He looked so comfortable. Like he belonged there. Like your family had absorbed him fully, and he’d let it happen.

“He kept saying he wasn’t tired,” your mom said quietly behind you. “Then he sat down for one second and passed out like a light.”

You glanced at her, grateful.

“Thanks for looking after him.”

She touched your back, light as a whisper. “He fits, sweetheart. Good one, that boy.”

You smiled, then stepped forward to kneel by the futon. You gently moved the juice box, then brushed a hand along his arm. “Hey,” you murmured. “Ready to head home?”

He stirred, blinking slowly, smile groggy and crooked. “Did we win?”

“You definitely lost consciousness, so… sort of.”

He laughed under his breath, voice husky with sleep. “Your cousin is terrifying. I think I work for her now.”

“Come on,” you said, nudging him upright. “Let’s get you out of here before she demands overtime.”

You guided him to the car, waving your goodbyes over your shoulder as he leaned sleepily against you, still radiating warmth from all the attention and adrenaline. And as you drove, his head tipped gently against the window, you couldn’t help but marvel at it all.

By the time you pulled into the driveway, the stars were out and the air had that summer hush to it—cool against your skin, the kind of quiet that only arrives after a long, noisy day.

Lewis was half-asleep again in the passenger seat, arms folded, head resting against the window like he might be dreaming something sweet. You hated to wake him, but the porch light flickered on as the car door opened, and he stirred on his own, rubbing at his eyes.

“Home?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Just about.”

Inside, you helped him kick off his shoes while he yawned like a cartoon character. He dropped his keys twice, then muttered something about how your cousins had “the combined energy of a nuclear plant.” You snorted as you tossed the spare blanket from the couch over his shoulders and went to fetch a glass of water.

When you came back, he was standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes soft and half-lidded, just watching you.

“You’re staring,” you said, offering him the glass.

He took it with both hands, sipped, then said, “Your mom likes me.”

“She does.”

“Your dad said I throw like a ‘real man,’ which I think was a compliment.”

You laughed and leaned your hip against the counter. “You made quite the impression.”

He gave a sleepy smile. “I just didn’t want them to miss you too much.”

That made you pause. Then step forward.

And tuck a hand into the curve of his elbow.

“I think you distracted them just fine.”

You guided him to the couch and sat down beside him, legs curled under you, shoulder brushing his. He exhaled, deep and slow, like he was finally letting go of the day.

After a moment, you reached over, gently pulling a stray blade of grass from his hair.

He watched you with that look of his—soft, a little amused, all affection.

“Thanks for showing up,” you said quietly.

He blinked. “Of course.”

“No, I mean… not just for me. For them. For being there, even when I wasn’t. You didn’t have to.”

He leaned back, head tilted, eyes studying you in that unassuming way of his. Then: “Yeah, but you love them. And I love you. It’s not that complicated.”

Your breath caught a little. Because of how easy, how logical he made it sound.

And how right it felt, hearing it here, in this quiet pocket of the night, after everything.

You didn’t say anything right away. Just reached for his hand and laced your fingers through his.

Outside, a cricket chirped somewhere in the dark. The kind of sound that only made silence feel more full, not less.

Eventually, he sank sideways into the cushions and pulled you gently with him.

And there, tangled together on the couch, your fingers still warm in his, you revelled in this love you'd found.

[houseofaegon]

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last updated: 6/15/2025

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✷ ─── dead of night ♱

pairings: rhett abbott x bestfriend!reader

summary: you didn't really plan on spending tonight anywhere but in bed, binge-watching true crime and savoring wine. but when your best friend rhett abbott texts you at 1 am asking you to come outside, your comfortable night in turns into a starry, intimate confession beneath the wyoming sky. the lines of friendship blur deliciously into something deeper and hotter—under constellations and blankets on rhett's truck. and he finally shows you exactly how long he's been waiting to make you his.

✷ ─── after hours ♱

pairings: rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: coming soon !! babysitting amy abbott out at the ranch was supposed to be simple—easy money, quiet hours, the occasional home-cooked dinner from cecilia. what started as a favor turned into routine, one that brought you dangerously close to the man you swore you wouldn’t touch. rhett abbott is trouble. older, angrier, and heartbreak wrapped in denim and cowboy boots. he’s been watching you since the beginning—since the first time you laughed at one of his jokes and made fun of his boots. Since the first time you wore shorts that made his hands clench uselessly at his sides. He doesn’t talk much, but when he looks at you, it’s like he’s drowning in the want he won’t admit to. you tease. you linger. you press buttons like you want to be punished. and eventually, rhett breaks. you thought you were just babysitting. turns out, you were asking for this.

✷ ─── red velvet ♱

pairings: engaged!rhett abbott x engaged!reader

summary: coming soon.

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✷ ─── west coast ♱

pairings: rhett abbott x surfer!reader

summary: you're pure Malibu, a california girl at heart—sunshine, surfing, and saltwater running through your veins. riding waves has always been second nature, but riding horses in dusty wyoming? definitely not your thing. when your family trades the california coast for the ranch life in wabang, wyoming, you clash immediately with the small-town culture and the cocky bull rider next door, rhett abbott. he’s brooding, possessive, and infuriatingly attractive, making you question everything you thought you wanted. suddenly, you're caught between two worlds—ocean tides and dirt roads, california beaches and wyoming nights, torn between homesickness and the magnetic pull of rhett’s touch. they say home is where the heart is…but what happens when your heart belongs in two places at once?

[stoic613]

♱⋆Gold Medal Ribbon⋆♱

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Fem/Reader

Warning:Fluff,Smut,18+

Summary:There’s a new band in town playing at the saloon and Rhett finds himself eyeing the lead female guitarist

After a long day practicing bull riding, Rhett stood outside the saloon ready for a drink

It was late at night but he can hear the faint sounds of people cheering inside to the music that was playing.

The music was different this night, he wondered what happened to the original band

He adjusted his cowboy hat and headed inside, loud rock music consuming his ears. He looked around to see people chattering, some arguing and others riding the mechanical bull

He smirked as air blew through his nose almost laughing to himself. He came to distract himself from the big night that’s coming up at the rodeo in two days only to be reminded by it everywhere he goes

He sat on the empty seat at the bar taking off his hat to brush his fingers through his hair

“The usual?” The bartender asking but grabbing the drink already knowing his answer

The beer was set in front of him “thanks, what’s with the change in music?”

Rhett asks taking a sip of the cold beer savoring it and he turns to look at the small stage that had the band playing their crazy music

“They’ve been trying to get a gig here the past few nights, apparently they’re new in town and got lucky when the original band called in and canceled tonight”

Rhett only nodded listening to the rock music, he actually liked it but it’s not something you hear in a town like Wabang

“The youngsters seem to love it, though I can’t say the same for the old folks. I’ve already gotten complaints”

He was looking at the singer until his eyes landed on the guitarist. Jet black hair with bangs that stuck to your forehead from the sweat that’s been building up. You wore tight jeans with a tight tank top that was a little see through but only noticed it if you looked real hard and boy was Rhett looking

His eyes wandered to your arms that were covered in tattoos

He noticed how you didn’t seem to have a care in the world, almost as if you were bored but the way you were playing and strumming your electric guitar says differently

For a split second your eyes landed on his making him stop breathing

His stare didn’t seem to affect you as yours did to him, or at least he thinks as you look away not bothering to look back again but Rhett never stopped staring

Once the singer announced they were taking a break he chugged his beer and pulled out cash from his pocket setting it on the bar while putting his hat back on

“Might be back” he announces to the bartender, his plan was to go talk to you but as he faced the stage you were already gone

His eyebrows furrowed, he was disappointed you had disappeared and he looked to the door leading to the back outside and saw one of the Tillerson brothers beefing with a rodeo buddy of his

“Dammit” Rhett whispered to himself walking to go defuse the situation. He pushed through the doors and got in between the two guys

“Alright yall calm down” he held his hand out to keep a distance and pushed his buddy back slightly

“Fuck that, your friend over here knocked my girl over” the tillerson brother pointing an accusing finger

“Man I said I was sorry, I’m drunk I can’t even walk straight” his friend slurred

“The man said he’s sorry let’s just move on Trevor” Rhett grabbed his friend by the shoulders and started walking him to the door

“Hey we ain’t done here Abbott” Trevor pulled Rhett back by the shoulders aggressively making Rhett instinctively push him back hard

This makes Trevor even more mad, he goes to swing but Rhett dodges it swiftly and uppercuts him knocking him out

He falls to the ground clearly blacked out and Rhett shakes his hand hissing from the pain and continues to drag his friend to go back inside

Almost to the door he looks to his left and sees you leaning on the wall, he stops in his tracks and you look at him bringing a cigarette to your lips

“Okay bud, just go inside and sit down alright” Rhett opens the door pushing his friend in and adjusts his hat and shirt trying to make himself look presentable

You see him walk towards you from your peripheral vision until he stops next to you

He notices that you have a oversized black leather jacket on now because of the cold

“Sorry about that” he says referring to the fight where Trevor still laid

You shrugged your shoulders “Don’t be, none of my business”

Hearing your voice for the first time sent chills to his body. He noticed an accent confirming you were definitely not from around here

He cleared his throat not really knowing what to say

“Need a light?” The cigarette still between your lips but not lit

You nodded and finally turned your body towards him, he was fumbling in his pocket trying to find the lighter but you were checking him out instead

He was how you would imagine a typical cowboy but you can tell this one didn’t have an inflated ego

You did notice however the height difference as you had to move your head to make eye contact

And of course you noticed him earlier beyond the crowd, the way he looked at you. It made your skin feel hot but you looked away before it could distract you from playing your guitar

You took a step closer to him when he flicked the lighter on. Leaning in still with the cig in your mouth, you made eye contact with him the entire time

He lift his hand up keeping the wind from blowing out the fire, this moment felt intimate making his heart race

The dim light casted above showing more of your features, how enchanting your eyes were

His eyes dropped down to your lips with dark lipstick and a labret ring piercing

You took the cigarette between your fingers and blew the smoke leaning back on the wall

“Thanks”

Rhett stood there almost frozen, he hasn’t felt this flustered by anyone

“No problem” he leaned back on the wall next to you and stuffed his hands his pockets

There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two of you and Rhett wasn’t sure if he should break it or how he should start a conversation until you spoke

“Y/n” and he looks at you questionably

“My names y/n” you clarify and watch as he stands up a little straighter

“Y/n” he whispers to himself getting a feel of how your name sounded which you heard and you felt your face warming up a bit

“I’m Rhett, you new around here?” You nodded taking another hit of your cigarette before offering it to him

He doesn’t smoke much but he’d take anything you were offering to him, he was down bad already

“Yeah, wasn’t really my first choice but Vic insisted”

His eyes furrowed trying to figure out who this Vic guy was and he took the cigarette

You saw his confusion “oh vic was the singer you saw earlier” and watched him take a puff, your eyes lingered longer than necessary but you looked away before you were caught

“Is he your brother or?” He left the question hanging also trying to figure out if you happened to be taken

You scoff “He’s basically my brother” you didn’t elaborate further and Rhett didn’t push it either

From the corner of your eye you see him sneaking glances at you

“So your band plays just rock?” He passes the cigarette back to you

“Experimental rock and pop-punk. Why got a problem with it too?” His eyes widened

“What? N-no! No of course not” he looked at you only to realize you were messing with him when he saw a small smile form on your face

“Real funny” he smirks and shakes his head

“You sure your friend over there is alive?” You pointed to Trevor still lying on the ground

Rhett shrugged his shoulders “not my friend but he seems fine to me” not bothering to go take a look

“Ouu I sense drama” you smile while dropping the cigarette and crushing it with your foot

Rhett was about to respond until the back door slammed open

“Hey Y/n, breaks over c’mon” you both turned your heads to see Vic holding the door open for you to go back in.

You sigh and looked at him “welp, it was nice talking to you Rhett, thanks for the light” you pushed yourself off the wall and started walking away

“I’ll see you after?” You heard him ask and smiled to yourself

“If you’re lucky” you say over your shoulder and walked over to Trevor’s body and gave him a slight kick

He groaned and you turned to Rhett giving him a thumbs up indicating he was still alive

He laughed and leaned back on the wall watching you go inside while Vic stared at him a bit longer before following after you

You and your band played for the rest of the night, Rhett stayed and sat back at the bar watching you the whole time.

You told yourself it didn’t mean anything but the way he cheered after every song and blew off every girl trying to come up to him by not acknowledging them gave you butterflies

It was two in the morning and the band was packing up but they still wanted to stay and celebrate with drinks

“You sure you don’t want to stay and celebrate with us? It’s our first gig here” the drummer Tony asked

You shook your head while zipping up your guitar in the case

“I’m tired, I’ll just head back to the hotel. You guys have fun though” you grabbed the handle of your guitar case and on your other arm your leather jacket. You probably should put it back on but your body still felt hot from how long you’ve been playing

“We’ll drop you off and then we can come back” Vic said but you shook your head rejecting that idea

“No that’s pointless, I’ll walk or find a ride” they were about to object when someone else cut in

“I’ll give her a ride” the hairs on your neck stood up and you recognized his voice immediately

Vic looked at Rhett with suspicion

“No, she’s good” Vic spoke for you and you gave him a look

Rhett held his hand out to introduce himself “I’m Rhett, I have no problem giving her a ride back. I’m headed that way anyways”

Vic just stared at his hand and Rhett awkwardly put it down “oh I’m sure you have no problem with it, my answer is still no”

Your jaw dropped at how rude he was being “woah okay um can you give us a moment please” you looked at Rhett with a pleading look and he nodded and went to a table nearby

You turned to Vic with a stern look “you can’t just be rude to someone like that”

“Oh please like you’re not the same way” you rolled your eyes not denying it

“I’m getting a ride from him whether you like it or not. I’m a grown woman and I can make my own decisions, got it?” You can tell he wanted to object but he knew you were right

He sighed in defeat and just nodded his head “good now let’s go apologize” he whipped his head up fast

“Hell no” you smiled and dragged him by the arm

You both walked up to Rhett and he stood up and cleared his throat. There was an awkward silence until you elbowed Vic signaling him to apologize

“Sorry man, she’s my responsibility so I don’t want anything bad happening to her” Rhett nodded understanding

“No need to apologize, I understand. I’ll just be dropping her off, but if you’re still unsure last names Abbott. If you ask anyone in this town they know me and where I live” Vic nodded feeling more comfortable, he reached his hand out and Rhett took it shaking it

You rolled your eyes once again at how ridiculous it was that you had to get approval

“Okay byee” you left walking towards the exit

Rhett quickly caught up and you felt his hand touch yours as he took the weight off your shoulder by carrying your guitar now

He opened the door for you to his truck and you blushed since you’re not used to this kind of treatment

“Thanks” you sat down and he gently set the guitar next to you. He smiled and closed the door walking to his side now

Once the truck started you went to fidget with your rings panicking internally. Rhett couldn’t tell you were nervous because of how composed you look but he held the steering wheel tight being nervous as well

“So overprotective brother?” He referred to Vic

You scoff “He took me in after my real brother couldn’t so he’s been like that ever since”

He nodded “he seems nice..” you looked at him not believing what he said and he smiled knowingly

“where do you live?” You asked and he pointed to the window on your side

“This side is my family’s ranch but further down is where the house is at” your eyebrows went up in surprise. Your body turned to look outside the window amazed and Rhett kept glancing over to you smiling

Once you two made it to the hotel he turned off his truck. “Stay here” he got out and went to your side opening your door while grabbing your guitar again

“Thank you” you say getting out and putting your jacket on

“You don’t have to walk me to the door” you felt bad and he shook his head

“I want to, besides I have to make sure you get inside safe. I don’t want Vic hunting me down” this time a real laugh came out of you and he loved every part of it

You both reached the door and faced each other. He saw how you were playing with your lip piercing making him wonder if he was making you nervous

you both were about to say something until you felt something touch your leg

You looked down and gasped “Miso! How did you get out?” You bent down and started petting your black cat

“You have a cat?” You looked up to Rhett and he looked a little worried and scared of Miso as he started rubbing on his leg

“Yes, he’s not aggressive. Are you scared of cats?” You stood up now waiting for his answer, he turned his head and started sneezing

“N-no just allergic” he sneezed again, your eyes turned to worry and you picked Miso up and placed him further from Rhett

“Oh I’m sorry, how allergic? Like deathly?” You ask trying to get the cat hairs off of you

He smiled at how worried you look and shook his head

“No just nonstop sneezing, don’t worry this won’t make me stay away from you” he smirked and he finally saw you blush

Miso started rubbing up against your guys legs and you looked at him apologetically

“I’m sorry, he’s usually never this touchy with anyone except me” he turned to sneeze again

“Okay I think you should go before you explode” you suggested and he nodded agreeing

“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked and you nodded agreeing

You picked up Miso and stopped him from walking away

You grabbed his arm and stood on your toes as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek

“Thank you for the ride” he blushed and his hand instinctively went to touch his cheek the you just kissed

“Y-yeah of course” you turned around and unlocked the door trying to get inside before you were the one that exploded

~

The next day Rhett stood in a pharmacy in the small town of Wabang

“Next” he walked up to the register after being called and leaned on the counter

“You guys got any allergy medication, I’m allergic to cats” the pharmacist typed on the computer

“Not deathly allergic correct? Because I won’t be able to help with that if so” Rhett smiles remembering you mentioning that as well

“No just sneezing and irritated nose” the guy nodded and went to the back to retrieve the item

“Alright just take this once a day for the first week and after it would just be twice each week. I wasn’t aware Rhett Abbott was allergic to cats though. You ready for the big night tomorrow?”

He nodded “yeah, not expecting to win though” the pharmacist scanned the medicine and Rhett gave him his card to charge

“Well ya better, I bet money on you. If you do next refill on this is on me son” Rhett’s eyebrows raised at that

“I’ll hold you to that sir, thank you” Rhett walked out the pharmacy and immediately opened the box. He gulped down the pill and heard commotion across the street.

“Get your slimy hands off of me and my guitar you asshole!” His head perked up at that voice and saw you arguing with a guy by a small music shop

The guy was waving his hands around and he saw you unzipping your guitar case and retrieving your guitar. He started to walk over and noticed you were going to swing at the guy with your guitar and now came running towards you.

Mid swing Rhett pulled your guitar back and the guy bothering you squealed in fear expecting to be hit

“Woah, what happened. Is he bothering you?” Rhett looked down to you worried

You let go of the guitar letting him hold it as you calmed your breathing

“He’s saying I stole from his shop” you pointed at the shop guy and Rhett looked at him waiting for his response

“She did! I saw everything” you took a step closer to him and Rhett pulled you back by the waist

“Stop lying you piece of shit! You clearly have cameras that show me purchasing the item. You gave me a look when I entered the store and followed me around the entire time but not the person who came in after me with no tattoos and piercings huh?”

Rhett squeezed your waist before letting go handing you the guitar back. He walked up to the guy making him take a step back

“That true?” He glared down on him

“N-no I um that was my m-mistake! That w-was my f-fault I’m sorry” Rhett gestured to you with his head

“Then apologize to her, not me” the guy looked between you and Rhett

“I-I’m sorry ma’am, truly” you didn’t say anything but continued to glare at him as he started to scurry back to his shop

“I expect you to be nice to her next time” Rhett said and you yelled out to the shop guy after him

“With a refund asshole” Rhett laughed and shook his head at you

“Now were you really going to hit him with the guitar? Isn’t this thing special to you?” You zipped up your case again and he grabbed it from you not wanting you to carry it

“Yes and yes. I wouldn’t have regretted it and I have extra guitars anyways” you ran your hand through your hair stressed from what had just happened

“You okay?” He asked, he can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now

“Yeah, I was just trying to find an ice cream shop until he ran up to me and started accusing me”

He pointed to a store in the corner “There’s one right there, mind if I tag along?” You smiled

“No of course not” you both started walking to it and he held the door open for you again and to your surprise the shop was very colorful with varieties of flavors

“Hi welcome” you looked at the woman and smiled but she looked between you and Rhett with a glare

Your eyebrows furrowed from her attitude and you saw Rhett looking awkward now

“What can I get you” she said only looking to Rhett making you feel invisible

“Do you guys have Gold Medal Ribbon?” They both looked at you like you just spoke in a different language

“Um gold medal ribbon? It’s like a mix of vanilla, chocolate and a little bit of caramel?” You say like it was so obvious but the girl just continued to look at you like you were crazy

Rhett couldn’t help but smile at you, it was like each hour and day you surprised him with something interesting about you which made him even more whipped

“Are you able to just mix those flavors for her please” he says and she nods

“And for you Rhett?” Oh first name basis? You thought to yourself. You looked at her name tag and it said Maria

“I’ll have the same as hers” he paid and Maria handed him the ice cream, her hand touched his purposely and you can tell he was uncomfortable making your eyebrows raise

“Good luck on your big night tomorrow” he nodded in thanks and handed you your ice cream

Before you can even reach to open the door he beat you to it making you blush at his insistent actions of opening doors for you

You both sat on a bench nearby enjoying the fresh night

“So, Maria?” You say suggestively

“Oh no, we used to be a thing until I caught her with someone else. I’m over it” your eyes widened not expecting him to quickly shut down your wild thoughts going through your head

“Oh, sorry. I only mentioned cause she seemed pretty fond of you. Which I don’t blame her for” he smirks and turns to look at you

“And you? Are you fond of me?” He saw how you refused to make eye contact but he didn’t miss the way your cheeks started warming up

“Maybe” still not looking at him

“I would hope so, because I am” this made you stop midway of eating your ice cream. You cleared your throat

He laughed at your reaction, it was cute but he was done making you flustered

“So gold medal ribbon huh?” He was curious

“It was my brothers favorite flavor, we used to get it all the time until a few years ago”

He heard the past tense words, his eyebrows furrowed hoping he wasn’t crossing the line

“Was?” You nodded

“Yeah he passed away in a car accident” he looked at you waiting for you to continue

“Him and Vic were best friends. He was the guitarist of the band until he passed and I took over. The guitar you see me with all the time was actually his too” you smiled seeing how he looked at you now

“I’m sor-“ you waved your hand

“Please don’t say it, I’m tired of hearing it from everyone else. I appreciate it though” you reassured him as he didn’t look so convinced

“Well I’m sure your brother would’ve been proud of you” now that’s a phrase you haven’t heard from anyone before. You nodded trying to not let it get to you and cleared your throat from the ball building up in your throat

“Enough of my sob story, what’s this big night that’s happening tomorrow?” You took another bite of your ice cream

He exhaled and lowered the ice cream to his lap

“I’m a bull rider, I’ve won first place for the past three years so the big competition is tomorrow night”

You gasped sitting up straighter and fully turned your body towards him “you’re shitting me”

His eyebrows raised at your language

“Shit sorry” you covered your mouth but continued anyways

“That’s so cool, I’ve never been to a rodeo. Seeing people get thrown around by bulls seems fun”

He laughs at your excitement “well I hope you won’t enjoy seeing me in pain if I get thrown around. You wanna come watch? I can get you in”

“Wait really?” You caught yourself getting a little too excited so you cleared your throat

“If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll come” he saw you swirling your ice cream around the bowl

“You can invite your friends too, it starts at 8” you both get up to throw the trash away

“That’s actually perfect, we have a day gig at the saloon until 7”

“Can’t wait then, how’d you get to town?” He asked looking for your bands van

“I walked here” he turned his head to you

“But the hotel is at least a 20 minute walk from here” he said and you shrugged your shoulders

“No biggie, I’ve done worse before” you looked to your left expecting to see him but saw that he stopped walking

“Hey what’s wrong?” You asked and he sighed shaking his head

“That’s not safe, I’ll drive you anywhere you wanna go from now on okay?” You rolled your eyes at him

“I can take care of myself, I’ve gotten this far haven’t I?” He started walking again but this time taking your hand in his and leading you towards his truck

“I know I’ve seen it first hand but as long as I’m here I can do that” you blushed at his words while you slipped into his truck not objecting.

He walked you to your door once again

“Thank you for driving me, and for the ice cream oh and for the whole shop thief thing” you bit your lip piercing and this made Rhett go crazy

His thumb pulled your lip out keeping you from biting it again as he held your chin

You two stepped closer to each other and he tipped his hat up more to lean down and kiss you

His hand went to your waist pulling you closer while yours wrapped around his neck

You both sighed in satisfaction waiting for this moment to happen

He tilted his head more to deepen the kiss making you stumble back until you felt the door against your back

You moaned lightly and this made Rhett squeeze your waist as he heard that noise coming from you

You felt his tongue and immediately gave him access opening your mouth

“Gross, get a room guys. Literally, we’re at a hotel”

You both pulled away to look at who was talking, both of you still breathing hard but Rhett never let go of you

Vic stood there holding Miso in one arm and the other was holding a soda probably from the vending machine downstairs

You blushed in embarrassment and Rhett stepped back noticing this

“Why is Miso out again?” You held your arms out and Vic gave him to you

“He kept meowing so I took him to my room until you got back”

“Thanks Vic” he still stood there until you gave him a look that told him to go away

“Right right, bye” he walked down the hall to his room not looking back closing his door

You both cleared your throat and you noticed he hasn’t sneezed yet

“Hey, why aren’t you sneezing like crazy?” You pet Miso and he started purring

“Huh I got medication but I wasn’t expecting it to work this fast” your heart warmed at what he said

“You bought medication?” He nodded like it wasn’t a big deal but it was for you

“I figured if I wanted to see you more that means Miso as well. You guys come in a package” you stood on your toes again and gave him a light kiss on his lips

“You’re so sweet” he blushed until he made a face

“Cucumber” you say before he sneezed and he looked at you like you were crazy

He was about to ask what the heck you meant but he turned his head to sneeze again

“That medication almost worked, maybe next time” you smiled while petting Miso again

The both of kissed each other goodnight before he started his sneeze attack and you closed the door to your room leaning back and smiling like an idiot.

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It was 7:30pm the next day and Rhett was leaning against the gates watching his buddies ride the bulls and the crowd was cheering them on

He spit on the dirt and took another sip of his drink, he told the people up front to let you in when you came but so far he hasn’t seen you in the stands

“Alright Rhett, you’re up next” he nodded and walked to a different side of the gate where it held the angry bull

He made sure his gloves were on tight and climbed the side gate now ready to sit on the bull

“Whenever you’re ready Abbott” he sat down making the bull jump but he held on. He secured his hand in the bull rope and blew air out through his mouth and nodded giving them the signal

The gate opened and he felt his body jerk forward and backwards harshly

His other hand was in the air and he lost count of the seconds until he was thrown off

His back hit the dirt ground knocking air out of him but he quickly moved away as the rodeo clowns distracted the bull

They led him safely outside again and he heard everyone groaning in disappointment

He placed second on the board, he cursed at himself and it was his turn again

He only had one more shot to pull back to first place, he climbed the gate once again and sat on the bull who was even more aggressive than last time making his hat fall to the ground

He didn’t pay any mind to it as he secured the bull rope once again

“Wait! Rhett your hat!” You pick it up and he quickly look to his left seeing you in cowgirl boots along with bootcut jeans, a belt, and a buttoned up shirt

“You’re here” he said not believing what he’s seeing and you nodded smiling

“The van broke down so I ran the rest of the way, here take your hat” he shook his head

“Keep it safe for me, what’s with the outfit?”

You blushed from embarrassment

“C’mon Rhett everyone’s waiting on you” you looked to his buddies that were impatient

“I’ll explain later, Good luck out there” you kept his hat in your hands and quickly went to the stands

He tightened his grip on the bull waiting for you to have a seat so he can signal his buddies

You sat down looking at him and decided to put his cowboy hat on

This almost sent him on the edge but he contained himself. This was the encouragement he needed and sent the signal

The gate opened and you saw the bull aggressively trying to get him off

You gasped and you learned from the older lady next to you that he needed to hold on for 8 seconds to win

Your eyes kept looking between the clock and Rhett, 5 more seconds and he wins

You saw as he almost slipped but saved himself, Rhett couldn’t hold on any longer as his fingers started to slip from the rope

He yelled as some of his fingers slipped off but two were still holding on until he was kicked off

You held your breath when the buzzer was heard and looked to the leaderboard

Rhett showed first place with 9 seconds and you jumped from your seat taking the hat off and screaming for him

The whole crowd went crazy and cheered for him but he only saw you

He smiled and both his arms went up in excitement also seeing you jump up and down on the stands

His buddies dragged him back and then it took you awhile to get to him because the crowd was also leaving to go celebrate in bars

Rhett waited at the same gate but this time he had bandages on his forehead and cheek from hitting the dirt so hard

You walked up to him shyly still with the hat in your hands

“Congratulations” you bit your lip and he was checking you out in your new outfit

“Thank you but I’m more curious about this” he gestured to your outfit

You rolled your eyes “Vic made the band dress up saying that maybe they’ll let us play more at the saloon since the old people here were so against it.

“I absolutely feel ridiculous but apparently it worked that we’re booked for the rest of the week”

His jaw dropped and he went to hug you

“Oh my god that’s amazing” you smiled and wrapped your arms around him

You both heard whistles coming from his buddies and you pulled back shyly

“Ignore them” he said to you softly

“You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy!” His buddy screamed and Rhett closed his eyes in embarrassment

You stepped back biting your lip and made sure to keep eye contact when he opened his eyes and saw you place the hat back on your head

The whistles and cheers got even louder and Rhett raised his eyebrows and smirked

“You don’t know what you just did” he took your hand and led you to his truck

You laughed exactly knowing what you just did and he opened the door for you but you didn’t get in teasing him

He picked you up making you yelp not expecting him to do that and put you in the truck himself

He closed the door running to the other side and quickly got in the truck turning it on

“Where are we going?” He didn’t answer right away you can tell he was trying to contain himself by gripping the wheel

“Somewhere quiet, where we won’t get interrupted” his knuckles turned white and you quietly laughed to yourself

His hand landed on your inner thigh making you shut up real quick

He noticed this and smirked to himself, a few minutes of driving go by until he pulls in to a spot that’s empty and nothing nearby for miles with a pretty view of the stars

The ignition was turned off and he turned towards you

“Do you want this?”

Your breathing was more shallow as he asked you

“Yes” you say and he didn’t waste another second as he pulled you in by the waist and his other hand held your cheek taking you lips to his

He groaned after desperately waiting this long for you, he felt your hands run through his hair making him kiss you harder

The kiss was sloppy as your tongues collided and teeth were clashing

You both desperately wanted this and you felt his hand go from your waist to the back of your leg pulling it over him making you straddle him

You didn’t pull back once and you felt his hat that you were still wearing hit the roof of his truck

He felt you start to pull back because of it but his hand went to the back of your head stopping you

He took the hat from your head and threw it to the back without looking and kissed you harder

You moaned at this, feeling your core start to ache You both finally pulled apart out of breath

“You okay?” He asked making sure you weren’t regretting this

“Yes, now take me out of these stupid clothes” he didn’t need to be asked twice as he started with your boots then with your belt. You helped him get your pants off and you started to unbutton your shirt but he was too impatient for that

He pulled the shirt apart making the buttons pop everywhere and you gasped

“Hey! that was a lot of mo-“ he grabbed your neck and kissed you not caring

“I’ll buy you more” his voice was raspy and you started unbuttoning his shirt now

He went from your lips to your neck making sure to mark every single spot on your neck making you whimper from the pain that felt so good

He helped you remove his shirt and pants leaving you both in just your underwear and bra for you

His felt his rough hands caress your body, drinking in every part and loving every inch

You noticed his tattoo on his chest and you leaned down to peck it looking up at him

He groaned at this and unhooked your bra with one hand and throwing it to the back as well

He didn’t give you time to process but he took in your nipple sucking and biting making you moan

You felt his hand slide underneath your underwear to your core and inserting a finger while his thumb played with your clit

You moaned even louder and your hands went to his hair slightly tugging on it making him moan

He slowly slid in another finger and you threw your head back

You were getting close and he could see it as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you even faster

“That’s it, you’re almost there” he whispered in your ear and this sent you over the edge making you cum immediately

You came down from your high and tugged on his underwear hinting to take it off

He quickly slid them off showing his cock and you whimpered seeing how big he was

“Condom?” He asked hoping you’d say no. He wanted to feel every inch of you

“I’m on birth control” that’s all he needed to hear as he took his cock in his hand and lifted you up a bit

You felt him at your entrance and held onto his shoulders

You can tell he was teasing you and you took matters into your own hands and sunk down taking more of him in you

You both moan loudly at the feeling and you started to ride him

“You feel so good y/n” he whispered to you almost out of breath and started giving you soft kisses

the feeling was almost unbearable but after awhile you felt yourself getting tired. He heard you whine and took control

You yelped as he thrusted into you, the windows of the truck started to get foggy

Your hot breaths mixed and you clawed on his shoulders and back as he started to thrust into you harder and faster

“F-fuck, d-don’t stop Rhett p-please” you moaned feeling your orgasm build up hitting your hand on the window leaving your handprint marked

“I’m c-close beautiful” he said kissing you

You started to meet his thrusts making you both moan and suddenly your orgasm tore through you. Your eyes rolled back, your head thrown back sobbing at the feeling

Seconds later Rhetts orgasm followed and he let out a loud moan as you felt him cum in you

A few seconds go by, your chests slightly touching from how hard you both were breathing and you made eye contact with him

You pulled yourself up and moaned at the loss of contact when he pulled out of you but you hit your head on the roof of his truck

You and him laughed and he leaned in to kiss your forehead cleaning you up with your ripped shirt, already making note to buy extras for you. He reached in the back to grab you extra clothes he had and gave you his t shirt that fit really big on you while he put his pants back on

He pulled you in giving you another kiss on your lips but this time it was soft

“You’re so beautiful, I’m glad I went to the saloon that night” you smiled leaning your head on him

“Me too” you say

“Care to go on a real date with me? I want to make this official as soon as I can” he whispers making you laugh loudly agreeing with him and accepting the date

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Give Me Grace - Ch. 1

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tags: Rhett Abbott x transmasc oc. Talk of religion, struggle with faith and coming to terms with sexuality. author's note: I know OCs aren't popular around here, but I put my whole heart into this, so please just give it a chance ❤️ Thanks to @enyalius for beta reading. Updates every Friday. | Check out my kofi

It’s too hot in Wabang for the time of year, but there’s a cool breeze rustling through the grass and giving them some reprieve, even though Perry is still sweating through his t-shirt. They’re fixing the fences for the millionth time, except that Perry is busy swinging the hammer and Rhett is a million miles away, staring into the horizon. 

Part of Rhett is still here; he can hear Perry’s excessive ramblings about worrying for Amy, and he can hear the dull whack of the hammer hitting the fence post over and over, but he’s not really listening, and he’s not even holding the post like he’s supposed to be. 

“Helloooo, earth to Rhett…” Perry stops and stands up, waving his hand in front of Rhett’s face. “Where the hell are you, man? You’re not even listening, and you’re also not doing your job.” He nods toward the fence. “I wanna get this done before dinnertime.” 

Rhett’s eyes clear up and return to the present, but he’s still chewing on the inside of his cheek, and he can’t meet Perry’s eyes. “I gotta tell you somethin’,” He mutters, eyes on the post rather than looking at his brother. 

“What is it?” Perry asks, lifting the hammer back up and bringing it down against the post one more time.

Rhett’s chest heaves with the deep breath he takes, clenching his jaw before he speaks. “I think m’queer,” He mutters out, low, like if he speaks at a normal volume, the rest of his family will hear him all the way across the pasture and back at their house. 

Perry makes the mistake of not giving Rhett his full attention, and the words that come out of his brother’s mouth make his head snap up just as he’s bringing the hammer down again. “Ah shit, fuck, god dammit,” The hammer comes down and clips the edge of his thumb before it falls into the grass and Perry brings his hand up and yanks the glove off to bring the throbbing edge of his thumb to his mouth as if he can suck the pain out. “So, we’re back on this again?” He asks once the stinging pain has dulled. 

“Again? The fuck are you talkin’ about Per?”

“You already told me about this, don’t you remember? When you were like thirteen, you came home crying about how you were going to hell ‘cuz you had some sort of sinful thoughts about a boy in your class.”

Rhett’s eyebrows are still knitted together, but there’s a pounding in his chest— he remembers. 

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Rhett and Perry always get home before their parents. The school bus that goes out into the country drops them off a good thirty minutes before Royal gets back from bull auctions in town and Cecilia gets back from her work with the church. 

Normally, they walk up the dirt road and to the house together, Perry tasked with looking after his younger brother. Today, though, Rhett couldn’t get away from everyone fast enough, running up the dirt road as fast as his still-growing legs would take him. He can hear Perry calling after him, but he doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t look back, even as the screen door to their house slams behind him, he just runs up the stairs to his bedroom and collapses on his twin bed. 

He’s crying, his cheeks are wet, and his nose is starting to run, but it only makes him angry. He’s too old to cry now, Royal tells him so. He’s becoming a man, so unless bone is sticking out of skin, tears are prohibited, and even then, it depends on what kind of mood his dad is in. 

Perry doesn’t knock before he comes in; he never does, but Rhett doesn’t yell at him this time, he’s too busy trying to stop the tears. “What’s the matter?” Perry asks, almost sitting down on the edge of the bed, but he hesitates. Rhett’s long limbs are taking up too much room now; they wouldn’t fit together like they used to, maybe he should ask his mom to ask his dad to buy Rhett a bigger bed. 

“Nothing, go away,” Rhett huffs, sniffling pathetically. 

“I’m not going away, it’s my job to look after you, and you better stop crying before Dad gets home. If you tell me what it is, I can fix it, and you’ll stop.” 

“You can’t fix it, Perry, you can’t, no one can.” He’s still sniffing, but at least he’s sitting up and looking at Perry now, eyes shiny with tears. 

“You won’t know that until you tell me what it is,” Perry argues. 

Rhett wipes at his eyes again and looks at his brother. He can’t see his own face, but he knows he looks as terrified as he feels. He still follows his mom to church every Sunday, and he isn’t brave enough yet to question the scripture that the pastor recites. He’s not brave enough to ask his mom what things mean. 

He feels it every single time he sits in the uncomfortable wooden pews and looks up at the altar. A tightness in his chest and an itching of his palms. It feels wrong to be here, but he doesn’t know why. The entire room is always filled with a judgment that isn’t his, and yet it choked him all the same. Riding bulls felt like nothing compared to a thirteen-year-old boy questioning the church. “I’m going to hell, Perry,” He whispers. 

Perry’s own teenage face, that hasn’t been sullen by parenthood or the disappearance of his wife yet, crumples at his brother's words. “Why would you say that? You haven’t done anything worth going to hell for.”

“I have…” Rhett nods, eyes filling up with tears again. “There’s this new boy in my class, I wanted—” He starts, interrupted by a choked-off sob. “I thought he was pretty and I wanted to kiss him, Perry,” 

“No, you didn’t,” Perry responds without missing a beat.

“I didn’t?” 

“No way. It's just all those new hormones in your body wreaking havoc. You ain’t going to hell cuz you ain’t queer, it’s not real.” The front door squeaks open loudly, and both boys' heads whip over toward Rhett’s open bedroom door. It was either a bad sale day or a good sale day because their dad is home early, and suddenly Perry doesn’t have all the time in the world to make Rhett see that his feelings toward this boy were nothing more than a blip that he can just forget. They can just stop this right here, and neither of them would go to hell or get in trouble, as long as it stops before someone sees or hears them.

“Say it,” Perry growls out, hard and demanding, gripping Rhett’s wrist tight enough to bruise. 

“I ain’t going to hell, I ain’t queer, s’not real.” Rhett recites, punctuating each part with an obedient nod, committing the words to memory, even as he tries to yank his wrist away.

Royal’s heavy steps clomp up the stairs, and he stops outside Rhett’s door, looking over both his boys, eyes moving more slowly over Rhett’s wet, red face. “You cryin’?” 

“Uh-uh,” Rhett shakes his head quickly, and Perry turns to face their dad. 

“No, he just fell off the bus and face planted into the dirt, that’s all,” And since when could Perry just lie like that?

Their dad’s sigh comes out wearily. “How many times I gotta tell you to look after your brother? What kind of man are you if you can’t even make sure he stays on his feet?” Royal shakes his head at the older brother, “Fuckin’ useless.” He mutters, walking down the hall and clicking his own bedroom door shut. 

Perry feels his heart sink into his stomach. He’s not useless; he’s the one who’s saving his little brother from a life of condemnation, his dad just doesn’t know it. Can never know it. It’s times like these that he would ask his mom what to do. He knows that she would know exactly what God would say in any situation. Except that what God would say about this particular situation is the reason he can’t talk to her about it. No, this has to stay between them. It’s going to be Rhett and Perry, just as it always has been— it always will be.

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stalling | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 3,200 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, cunnilingus, hand jobs, a men's masturbation sleeve, PBR! Rhett, implied marriage. (But also, Rhett Abbott being needy.) Exhibitionism, if you wanna be technical about it. Brief Summary: You're going to be in so much trouble if someone walks in and finds out that the PBR's best cowboy is eating you out in a bathroom stall.

It's the obnoxious squelch of his drooling tongue gliding over your clit that's going to give him away. 

Wet little noises punctuate his every movement. So sharp that they bounce off the walls, running round and round the room and in your ears until it's all you can hear. Has your shivering fingers pulling harder on his hair, yanking him away just enough for one of those deep groans to escape, and oh god, it's only making things worse.

The last thing you need to do is give someone a reason to open the bathroom door. Walk in and catch sight of Rhett's knees against the concrete floor, between another pair of legs. Unzipped jeans pooling around his ass, one-of-a-kind rodeo buckle glinting in the light, right next to where his neglected cock rests in his lap, so heavy that it can no longer stand upright. 

Cheers roar outside. A buzzer sounds, chased by the muffled shout of an announcer you've already forgotten the name of—another eight-second ride. But it's not going to be enough to steal the number one slot. No, not with that shiny new record, not even thirty minutes old yet. 

"Thank you," he's panting, hardly able to draw himself back to speak, as if doing so will cause his whole world to crumble.  "Thank you for letting me eat your pussy."

His tongue is so hot. A wet flame that presses into you, lazily working in and out, the tip of his nose bumping against your clit, barely there touches that have your hips jolting. But as quickly as his tongue appeared, it's drifting away entirely. Bold enough to test the waters but too impatient to commit, already venturing up, up, up, back to the swollen little bud that he can't stop tormenting.

You're going to be in so much trouble if someone walks in and finds out that the PBR's best cowboy is eating you out in a bathroom stall.

"Y' taste so good," speaking directly into you, his voice rumbling up your belly and into your chest, jostling the cluster of butterflies that have been resting there. 

The heels of your palms press into his forehead, but it's not doing anything. You can't escape the frenzied twitch of his tongue, rolling back and forth, a feather-light contact that ought to send you through the roof. 

"Rhett, you're gonna..." The sound of your voice is meeting your ears, but you can't feel your mouth moving. "Oh fuck—Rhett, you're gonna get us caught." And there's more that you want to say, but you're being cut short by your own drawn-out squeal, fingers knotting in those deep brown locks.

Your heart hammers against your chest with all the strength and fury of those bulls he rides. Thighs shivering, nerves set alight as his lips wrap around your clit, sucking so harshly that the noise echoes all around the room. 

"'s my reward, ain't it?" He sounds almost innocent. As if his devilish tongue isn't hanging out of his mouth, the definition of sin itself. "They can't object to that."

You'd like to argue that they can, but fuck, those loose little circles are about to put you on the goddamn floor. Hips writhing, held in place by the big hands squeezing the fat of your ass, forcing you to remain upright until he's had his fill of you. 

"Rhett—"

Hinges squeal as the bathroom door swings open. 

Sparkling blue eyes dart up to your face, and you can't see it, but you can feel the grin working its way across his face. Boots thump across the floor, then fall silent. The sharp sound of a zipper sliding down kisses your ears. Whoever it is, they're only here for the urinal. 

But Rhett Abbott doesn't care what they're here to do. Opening his mouth to lick a long, fat stripe up your pussy, so content with himself that his eyes close midway. And there's not a damn thing that you can do about it. Hands flying up to clamp over your mouth, stifling a whimper that would surely give you away. 

That big, dumb idiot is pointing his tongue now. The soft tip of it delicately dancing across you, like too much pressure will cause the walls of this bathroom to come crumbling down. Diligently rolling your clit around like you're a piece of candy that he can just idly toy with. A cry squeaks out of you, hardly masked by the loud flush of the toilet.

There's no reason that this should be causing heat to pool in your lower belly, but it is. Winding tighter and tighter, a taut string pulled to its breaking point. So close to snapping that every step this stranger takes is too slow. Thunking closer and closer to the door, until finally...

It screeches open. Then, begins to close once more. 

You've never been so thankful for someone not washing their hands. Already reaching down to tangle your fingers in Rhett's hair and yanking. Forcing that sinful mouth of his away from your sex before—

"No, no, no," Rhett's babbling, whining, like his life depends on it. "Please, I want y' to cum on my tongue. Please, please, I want, I want..."

You can't even begin to argue with him. Because he's already wriggling himself loose, and his dripping tongue is back on you, and his stubble is scratching against you in the most mind-numbing fashion, and your whole world goes silent. 

Nothing but a faint ringing in your ears as your thighs clamp down around his skull, cumming without the slightest bit of warning. Head tilting back, thunking against the wall. A wildfire rushing across your skin in the form of a shiver. And Rhett just can't help himself, humming, licking you through it until the involuntary spasm of your pussy devolves into oversensitive, full-body jolts. 

"You..." sucking in a gasp, "have a problem." 

Understatement of the century. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was being paid. 

Rhett leans back onto his haunches, scruffy, unshaven chin glistening in the light. Dripping, even. "But I'm your problem." You don't know who taught him that, but they're going to get an earful when you catch them.

"That you are," weak, you pull on his hair, hardly enough to even sway his head. "Come up here, dummy."

There's hardly a bit of strength left in your body, and yet, somehow, your little motion is enough to get him moving, knees creaking and all, as he rises to his feet. Wet nose bumping into your cheek, nuzzling you in some odd, dog-like fashion that has you succumbing to the urge to slide your hand down and scratch him behind the ear. 

Eyelashes flutter. Pushing back into your hand. "You pettin' me?" 

"You gonna do something about it if I am?" Taunting, beneath your breath. 

His eyes roll, but he doesn't need to open his mouth for you to know what his answer is. Not when he's smiling like that, a lopsided grin and half-lidded eyes. So laid back and content that he hardly seems to realize that both of your hands are making their way down to his waist, grabbing hold of it and forcing him to spin around. 

Boots chirp against the floor. And you're reaching toward your purse with one hand, blindly feeling against the stall door until you can find where it's hanging. The other arm slips around his belly, cinching him to you. His back knocks into your chest, so close that his hair tickles your cheek. 

"Y' ain't gotta..." he starts, but whatever he's trying to tell you dies in his throat. Shut up by the clear object you're drawing out of your bag. The new stroker sleeve you've been saying you'll try out but have never had the patience to dig it out of the drawer. Inconspicuous at first glance, just a rubber cylinder, textured with little nubs on the inside. 

"Can you do something for me?" Ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear. 

It's impossible to miss the shiver that rattles down his spine. "Uhuh." Nodding dumbly. 

"Touch yourself." Comes out as more of an order than a request, but that doesn't matter because Rhett's already reaching for himself. Big hand wrapping around his neglected cock, sucking in an audible breath from that alone.

You can't dig the lube out fast enough, popping open the cap and blindly pouring it into the toy. So half-assed that some of it winds up spilling out the side, running over your fingers and dripping to the floor. But you don't care; a mess is worth the sight of Rhett stroking himself, twisting his wrist just how he likes it, hips greedily leaning up into his own touch.

Lazy, you drizzle some of the lube right onto his hand, uncaring of the mess you're making. Almost entranced as he spreads it over himself, shimmering in the dull bathroom light. 

But then he's reaching out, sticky hand impatiently curling around yours, trying to guide the toy toward himself. "I want..." his head shakes, searching for words. "Want..." 

If this were any other day, you like to imagine you'd play dumb. Force him to put into words exactly what he wants and how. But the rodeo crowd and the booming voice of the announcer are still out there, anticipating his celebratory return, and that new, sparkling record ought to warrant him a reward. 

He knows that he's getting what he wants, too. Hand sliding back to his base, holding himself still as you lower that dripping toy onto him.

His head tilts backward with a gasp, falling onto your shoulder.

All that and you've hardly slid the thing past his flushed tip, almost have to squeeze him to you in order to keep him still, working down him inch by devastating inch. 

"Oh my god," a little waver in his voice, hips involuntarily jerking up into the sleeve. Those knees buckle, knocking into each other. "Fuck."

A giggle rumbles out of him, and you don't need to look in the mirror to know that his cheeks have turned a nice shade of strawberry, set off by the sound of his own voice. One of these days, you'll get him to believe that he sounds pretty like this, but right now, you've got a different agenda on your plate.

"Tell me how it feels," you whisper, slowly drawing that toy back up, squeezing your fist past his cock head, then beginning to draw down again. 

"Feels..." but he's forgotten how to talk, mouth floundering without a sound. "'s tight...and—mmh!"

Maybe it's your fault for twisting back up so quickly, but you just can't help it. Not when his ass is squirming back into you, unsure if he wants to push into the toy or wriggle away, mouth hardly muffling that long, drawn-out groan. Even through the thick silicone, you can feel the way he twitches, jerking in your hand like a live wire. 

So, so sensitive after a couple days of no fun.

Your hand is already quickening. Too eager to hear those breathy little oh, oh, oh's, set off by the flick of your wrist when you pass over his head. Thighs squeeze together, one of his hands flying out to brace himself against the mirror. The one that you can't quit looking at. Downright obsessed with the sight of this clear silicone hugging tight around his cock. The way precum is already spilling out of him and dripping onto the floor below. 

"Feels—feels good," tripping over his own words, voice so high that you hardly recognize it. "Fuck." 

And just like that, your hand stops. Squeezing firm at his base as he involuntarily jolts forward. 

A whine echoes through the bathroom. Pitchy. Frustrated. "Why...why did you..." He tilts his head to meet your eye. "You stopped." Speaking dumbly.

"I know." Grinning. Your hand loosens just enough for him to move again. "Try and fuck it by yourself."

Almost automatically, he tries to jerk forward. Boots stumbling across the floor, forearm flying up to catch himself as his upper body falls forward. Forehead against the mirror, dark blue eyes locked on the sight of that sleeve wrapped around his cock. 

Weak, his hips begin to move. 

Hissing as he draws back, almost hesitant to move, like he's afraid to slip out of the toy entirely. And it's...fuck that's a sight you haven't seen before. The obscenity of Rhett fucking a cock sleeve, how his balls sway with the motion of his body, perfect for you to reach down and grab. Heavy in your palm, so full that you worry what may happen if you do anything more than run your thumb up and down them. 

"This ain't—I can't," Rhett croaks, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "This is hard." 

The hand around his dick tightens, sends him jumping. "You can do it." 

And he just can't help himself. Feet shifting the slightest bit, trying again. Quicker this time, the lube squelching so loudly that it bounces off the wall. His mouth falls open, fogging up the mirror, panting like a dog on a summer day. Soft noises tumbling out of him, unable to stop a single one of them. 

"There you go," you murmur directly into his ear. "That's a good boy."

Pearly white teeth sink into his bottom lip. Eyes squeezing shut. 

He's trying. 

He's trying so, so hard. But he just can't move quickly enough. Trapped in the crevices of this awkward position, fucking himself into your hand, arms braced over his head, legs too close together. So frustrating that you can hear it in his little grunts, bubbling out of him with every thrust.

"Please," he rasps, head thunking against the mirror. "Please, please, please." 

You've got a feeling you know what he's after. "What do you want?"

"I wanna cum!" He's blurting before you've even finished talking. "Please—please let me cum." 

The buzz of yet another eight-second ride sounds. Loud. Booming through the walls and into this little bathroom. But it's not enough to cover up Rhett's sob as your hand begins to move once more. Pumping him in tandem with his frantic hips. Drinking in those airy cries rolling off his tongue, hanging halfway out of his mouth.

"This what you were wanting?" Coy, your teeth find the lobe of his ear, tugging gently. 

"Mhm," is all you're getting out of him. And he's reaching down between his own legs, dragging your hand out from where it's still toying with his balls and squeezing it tight. Needs something to cling to. Anything that isn't this cold mirror in front of him. 

Those darkened eyes peel open, locking with yours through the reflection, and his mouth is shaping around what you think is your name, but not a syllable is escaping. Almost immediately, they flicker shut once more. Your wrist flicks once. 

Rhett cums with a strangled moan. Body jerking against yours. Feet stumbling. And your hand is moving so fast that the toy catches that first rope of cum before it can splatter on the mirror, then the second. Smearing it across his spasming cock, creates a dizzying mess with the lube, so much of it that he's dripping, little spots of it scattering on the floor and the toe of his left boot. 

"Fuck," his breath fogs the glass. "That was...oh."

Your hand freezes halfway down his length. Almost forgot it was moving to begin with. 

"No, no, no," lazily tilting his head to peer over his shoulder, "keep goin' for a second."

And so you do. 

Slow as you can possibly manage, dragging the mess of a toy up and down his cock. He's sensitive. You know he is because he's shifting his weight onto the tips of his toes, fist tightening until his knuckles whiten, but there's a shiver visibly running up his spine. Cum spills out of his swollen tip. Hardly enough to count, but it's something. 

"'s good," Rhett murmurs after a moment. You've hardly got to do anything; he's already pulling away on his own, drawing that softening cock of his out of the toy altogether. Falls limp against his thigh, that sickly mixture of cum and lube already beginning to stain his jeans. 

It's a mess that'll have to be dealt with in the privacy of your hotel room because he's already tucking himself away. Pulling up his zipper and fastening that gaudy championship buckle. One of a kind. 

A selfish part of you hopes that tonight's buckle is a little easier on the eyes. 

One of his knees buckles as he turns, a big hand flying out to catch himself against the wall. "Shit," he's giggling, peering at you through the hair that's fallen into his face, "y' got me all weak in the knees, doll."

"Don't tell me you need to be carried," you're saying as if you're not intrigued by the idea of giving it a shot. 

"Nah," shaking his head, smile so big that his teeth glint in the overhead light. "Might need a few kisses to get me through the night, though." 

Eyeroll. Your free hand darts out, grabbing hold of his shirt collar and hauling him in, meeting those pale, swollen lips for a sloppy smooch. The first one lands awkwardly on the corner of his mouth, both of you leaning in the wrong damn direction. But then Rhett's tilting his head, nose bumping into yours, and he's meeting you properly. One little chaste kiss after another. 

A muffled voice creeps through the walls. Distorted, but you can still hear those two little words all the same. 

"They're calling for you, Abbott," speaking against his lips, making no real effort to pull away. It'll be a few hours before you get to steal this many kisses again. 

He hums. "Which one?" Kiss. "There's two of us standin' here." Kiss.

Weak, your hand thunks against his chest. "The dumb one who climbs on dangerous animals for fun."

"That's both of us, sweetheart," he had to have been storing that. There's no way he could have come up with that so quickly on his own, grinning like a cat that's gotten the cream.

"You're not a wild animal," adjusting the hem of your shorts, blindly feeling about to make sure that they've fallen back into place. 

Nobody will know what you've been up to, so long as they don't see the bite mark on your inner thigh. 

"I can be," Rhett winks. 

That's an argument that you'll have to settle in the hotel room. Before you can even say another word, he's darting for the door, sliding open the latch, a melody of laughter trailing behind.

"Hurry!" He's barricading himself up against the entryway. Feet dug into the ground, hair sticking up every which way. "Before Archie comes lookin' and figures out 'm not actually sick." 

You can't get to the sink quickly enough. 

And if anyone notices that Rhett is a little looser than usual when he climbs that stage to accept his award, nobody says a word. Too focused on the hoopla of a brand new record, the glimmer of a brand new belt buckle, tacky as all hell and a lifetime worse than the one that sits sideways against his belly. 

...but they might notice when he turns his head and flashes a ruby red bruise lurking just below his ear. 

Sure wonder where that came from.

[callsign-swan]

Gold

Chapter One

Marigold Winslow. An F1 driver flying through her first season. Rhett Abbott. An ex cowboy turned actor on a media circuit after his biggest role yet.

They weren't supposed to have any extended interaction. They weren't supposed to fall in love. They weren't supposed to make a mess of each others careers.

Rhett Abbott x OC

Chapter Two

Miami. It was hot. Too fucking hot. Sweat clung to her back as she made her way across the paddock, sunglasses covering her eyes. Unlike her fellow drivers, she didn’t wear her team shirt. Ugly, bright orange, with an equally as ugly hat to match.

It was just her first year in the team, just her sixth race. But it had been an incredible five races so far, each one ending with her in the points. Her team was leading the constructors championship, her teammate leading the drivers championship. She was only a couple of points behind him, waiting for him to slip up and take the lead.

Life was pretty good.

She walked into the paddock alone, phone clutched in one hand and bag in the other. For the first two races, she’d worn her team shirt into the paddock. The ugly orange one that didn’t suit her in the slightest. She’d walked in beside her teammate, she and Lando talking and laughing as they went. But then she started wearing her own clothes to races.

Every news article about her wasn’t really about her, calling her a WAG. Worse than that, it called her Lando’s wag.

So, she walked into the paddock alone.

A hand touched her back. Immediately, she stiffened up, readied herself to punch whoever was touching her with the hand holding her phone. “Relax,” said a familiar voice. “It’s just me.”

Carlos Sainz. Before she got her place on the grid, driving alongside his old teammate, Carlos was her celebrity crush. She was never supposed to get this close to him, wasn’t supposed to become friends with him in the month and a bit she had been driving.

But Carlos took her under his wing, in a sense. He had been there before, driving for McLaren, driving alongside Lando. He knew how gruelling and terrible this sport could be, knew how fast a career could go down the drain. He was determined not to let that happen to her.

“First Miami Grand Prix, huh?” Carlos whispered in her ear.

She swallowed as she nodded. “It’s gonna be good,” she said and slipped her phone to the pocket of her jeans. “I’m gonna win it.”

Carlos let himself smile. He pressed his hand more against her back, ignoring the sweat seeping through her shirt. Or maybe he didn’t feel it. But it had her swallowing, her steps becoming faster as she tried to get away from him just a little bit.

All so he couldn’t feel the sweat seeping through her shirt.

Carlos let his hands drop to his sides. “We’ve got celebrities for this one,” he said as he followed her through the paddock.

She rolled her eyes. “Today?” She asked, placing her bag on her shoulder.

“Some today, some tomorrow,” he answered.

“Great,” she mumbled and pulled her sunglasses from her face. Placing them on top of her head, she looked around the paddock. Searching for familiar faces of those she saw in movies, those she saw on album covers.

Nothing so far.

A breath left her lips. “Have you ever had your all time favourite celebrity show up?” She asked, ignoring the way her heart clenched in her chest. Not only was the rest of the world watching, but now the people she’d watched and admired since she was a kid (outside of the world of motorsport, of course. That was a different kettle of fish) were potentially so close, watching her so closely.

“Relax, Mari” he said gently, his hand coming up to rest on her shoulder. “Whether that one celebrity you dream about is watching or not, you’re gonna do great. You’re going to win this.”

She nodded at him, hand touching his before she pushed it away from her shoulder. “You’re gonna get points, okay?”

Carlos grinned at him. “I’m going to get points,” he reiterated and she nodded at him. “I’ll see you on the track,” he said as she began walking away from him.

She tipped her head to the side. “Yeah, when I lap you.” At that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving those words hanging between them.

Maybe another driver wouldn’t have taken it as well as Carlos did. But, when she turned on her heel, he was laughing as he made his way to the Williams garage.

Marigold Winslow made her way towards the McLaren garage. There would be a hat for her in her drivers room, an ugly, orange one that she would wear between qualifying sessions.

“Hi, Mari,” her friends in the garage called as she walked past.

Marigold offered polite smiles as she made her way through. She dragged her nails across Lando's shoulder blades as she passed him, a shiver running down his spine. “Fuck, Mari,” be groaned. “Don't do that.”

“Don't be so ticklish, then,” she muttered with a grin as she walked past him.

Before anybody could stop her, she disappeared into her driver's room. The little couch always looked so inviting, but she never let herself sit down. Not if she wanted to get up in time for the qualifying.

She pulled her black fireproofs and orange race overalls from the little wardrobe. Getting changed, she laid her jeans and shirt over her little sofa and grabbed her cap.

It just didn't suit her. Her hair was too light to make the hat work. But she still placed it on her head and walked out of her drivers room.

“Goldie.”

Her heart clenched in her chest. She had always hated that nickname, the nickname her father had given her before he upped and left. It had been perfectly clear since her junior sessions that she was Mari or Marigold. Not Goldie. Never Goldie.

Unclenching her jaw, she turned towards the owner of the race team. He was far too involved with the team, according to her. At every race, acting more like their team principal than their actual team principal.

“Mr Brown,” she said as he stepped closer to her. She nearly tripped over her feet trying to take a small, subtle step back.

A chuckle left his lips and her entire body shuddered. What an awful sound. “You don't need to call me that, Sweetheart,” he said and reached out to touch her.

She was going to retch, but she was going to lose her seat.

“We've got some guests coming to the garage today,” he said as he gestured for her to walk with him. She did as she was told, just to keep him happy.

“Celebrities?” She asked as she followed him back towards the garage. “I'm not meeting your president, Zac. I won't do it.”

Zac shook his head. “Not the president, Sweetheart. Just some actors in a superhero movie.”

Mari furrowed her brows. “What superhero movie?” She asked, hiking up the race suit hanging low on her hips.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zac held out his hand, gesturing for her to stand beside Lando. “I need the two of you on your best behaviour.”

“We're not kids, Zac,” Lando said as he rested his arm over her shoulders.

Being in the junior programme had really helped their bond. For a solid two years, Mari travelled to races with Lando and Oscar. Not every race, not when she needed to be somewhere else for an F2 race. But she was there, by Lando and Oscar's side as she completed free practice drives.

When Oscar moved to Red Bull and she joined Lando in McLaren, they were already thick as thieves.

“Do you know what movie it is?” She whispered as she leaned towards him.

Lando shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care about the celebrities coming to the race; it was all some stupid PR stunt, anyway.

But Mari hadn't been through that. Lando had years of it. He was used to it, used to the police smiles and friendly conversation with people who thought they were better than him. They always acted so interesting, only to spew on about things he didn't care about.

“I got you, Mari,” he whispered.

“I got you, Lan.”

Leaning against the nearest surface, the talked as much strategy for the day ahead as they dared. So far, the strategy calls she and her engineer worked on together had been amazing, never putting her too far away from pole.

“How you feeling?” He asked as he repositioned her hat on her head.

She batted his hand away. “Good,” Mari answered. “Confident.”

“Yeah?” He asked, releasing a giggle. “You're gonna need it.”

She shoved at his chest, light and playful. Just what she needed to calm her pre-race nerves.

“Look alive, people!”

The two looked at each other, eyebrows raised. They stepped away from each other, still leaning against the nearest surface. When Lando folded his arms over his chest, she did the same thing.

The celebrities strode into the garage. On first glance, Mari recognised none of them. No familiar faces, nobody she recognised from her movies or album covers. Relief and disappointment sparked inside of her all at once.

Lando kept his face stoic, so she did the same thing.

He stuck his hand out to the first one. “Lavinia,” she said politely, an unexpected British accent leaving her lips.

“Yeah, I've seen you in things,” Lando replied, dropping her hand.

It clicked then and there for Mari. “Holy shit, you're Lavinia Fox!” She barely kept the squeal out of her voice.

Lavinia turned to her with a smile that was a mix of gorgeous and kind. “You've seen one of my movies?” She asked and Mari nodded. “I saw you as Jane in Pride and Prejudice and it changed my life.” She took her hand, shaking it insistently. “I'm Mari and I'm a huge fan,” she said in way of explanation.

Landos hand touched her back.

Almost sheepishly, too sheepish for a Formula One driver, Mari dropped her hand. Lando began speaking again, stealing Lavinia’s attention. For that, Mari was grateful.

She looked at the next celebrity in the group.

It wasn't just a passing lack of recognition, she really didn't know who this guy was. Tall, dark hair that was going ever so slightly grey at his temples. That alone made it hard to place his age.

His blue eyes were pretty, that was undoubtable. He stared down at her, shoulders hunched slightly, waiting for her to say something.

“Who are you?”

Lando's elbow met her ribs. Sucking in a sharp breath, Mari shoved him away and turned back towards the unfamiliar celebrity. She didn't repeat, just raised her eyebrows at him.

“Rhett Abbott,” he tried, his gorgeously deep voice pitching at the end, as if he was asking himself a question. “I'm in the same movie as Vinia.”

Mari raised her eyebrows at him. “That's not an actor's name,” she mumbled and Lando's elbow met her ribs again. She was going to bruise tomorrow. “It's not!” She insisted. “It's a cowboy name!”

“You don't have to say it, Mari!”

“It's okay,” Rhett said, interrupting the two drivers. “I actually used to be a cowboy.”

“No way.” Mari couldn't stop herself from grinning, wide and a little sly all at once. “I was only kidding, I swear.” She moved her fingers, made an X over her chest. But then she held out her hand towards him. “I'm Mari.”

She took note of the way his brown hair curled around his ears. “Pretty name,” he said, squeezing her hand once before he dropped it.

“Short for Marigold, by the way,” Lando jumped in.

“Marigold,” Rhett repeated, tasting the way it rolled off his tongue. “Does anybody ever call you Goldie?”

The grin dropped from her face, expression hardening. “Not if they know what's good for them.”

I was going through my Google docs and I found SOOOO MANY rhett fics - all multiple parts and all long

[simcardiac-arrested]

rejoice all 3 oc fans

[bbywhitefox123]

I NEED DREW AND CASS SMUT. LIKE NEED IT BIBLICALLY

Summary: drew is leaving cass rhett’s NYC penthouse, but one lost sweater and he’s reading all the nasty things she wants him to do to her on her tumblr.

Warnings: NSFW (fr this time), double stimulation, vibrator, wrapped, drew’s a munch, 69, cowgirl and reversed cowgirl turned into doggy, dirty language, multiple orgasms, tit play

Drew was leaving today. His last day at her place. And Cass? She was pretending she was fine. Hell, she even told him she was glad — “Finally some peace and quiet,” she’d joked, voice too sharp, too forced.

But the truth? She hadn’t left her room in four hours. Her laptop was balanced on her knees, the glow painting her face as she clicked through Drew’s discography, like she was trying to memorize every second of him before he disappeared.

It started easy — Outer Banks. Drew looking impossibly good in that first season, a raw kind of reckless that made her throat tighten. She’d barely gotten through the second season before she shut it off, too nervous to keep watching. So, she flipped to Hellraiser.

The scary one. The gritty one.

The one where his character tangled with Odessa’s, the girl he always insisted wasn’t his girlfriend when Cass teased, or when she tried to pry, always dodging. She wanted to believe him. She needed to. But every stolen glance in the movie, every touch — it was Drew and Odessa, not just characters. It was them.

She didn’t finish it.

Instead, she went for Queer, something different. And fuck her, because by the end, she was lying back, breath hitching, one hand resting between her thighs as her pulse quickened.

Her mind replayed scenes where Drew was fucked hard on screen, and somewhere deep in her chest, a fire sparked — confusing, relentless.

She closed her laptop and stared at the ceiling, cheeks burning. Maybe it was the way she imagined Drew’s hands on her, the roughness he hid beneath that casual charm. Or how close they’d been these past few weeks, too close.

She should have gone and talked to him before he left — like a grown-ass woman, like a professional coworker. But instead, her fingers drifted to Twitter, scrolling through prompts where Drew was… well, exactly what she didn’t want to admit thinking about. Rough, relentless, completely naked.

Her thighs pressed tightly together as she read through the fanfiction, each word making her pulse quicken. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. They worked together. He was crashing in her guest bedroom. But hell — he was so fucking hot. And he was leaving today, so what did it matter if she let herself get lost in those dirty little daydreams?

At least this way, when she saw his face again, she wouldn’t feel pathetic. Because she’d never see him again.

A knock at the door shattered the moment.

Without thinking, she shoved the laptop aside and yanked her hand free from between her thighs.

“Cass,” Drew’s voice came from the doorway. Thank God he knocked this time. “Hey, uh… I can’t find that sweater I gave you last night,” he said, stepping inside just enough to peer around.

Her cheeks flamed. Not just because she’d been caught in a compromising position with her own thoughts, but because she realized he hadn’t ctually given her his sweater. Last night, when she’d gotten cold during the movie in her home cinema, he’d shrugged it off and slid it over her shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. And now he wanted his sweater back.

“Right,” she said, forcing a casual smile as she stood, trying to ignore how wet her panties were. “I think it’s in the laundry.”

“I can come help you look,” Drew offered, stepping a little closer.

She swallowed hard, pressing her thighs together. She didn’t want him to smell how hot and bothered she was. “No, no, I’ve got it. You… you just go ahead.” She moved toward the hallway, deliberately putting distance between them.

He paused, watching her retreat with an unreadable expression — half amusement, half something else. But he didn’t follow. Not yet.

As the door clicked softly behind her, Cass exhaled shakily, grateful for the brief moment alone to cool down — and to wonder how the hell she was supposed to act normal around him today.

She found the sweater in the dryer, warm and soft in her hands. For a moment, she just stood there, twisting it like a lifeline, wondering why the hell she even wanted to keep it. Why did she let herself think Drew had given it to her—like it was some kind of prize, or a fucking promise? The idea made her chest tighten, but she shoved the feeling down. It was just a sweater. Just a goddamn sweater.

Dragging her feet back to the bedroom, the sweater slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud. That’s when she saw him—Drew, leaning casually against the dresser, smirking like he owned the damn place. In his hand? Her laptop.

Her stomach dropped. She froze. “Uh, found the sweater,” she muttered, bending down to grab it off the floor, trying to keep her voice steady, though her cheeks were burning.

She hoped— no, prayed she closed the tab.

Drew grinned wider, eyes sharp as ever. “Yeah, I found some interesting stuff too.”

She didn’t bother looking at him as she reached for the laptop, fingers trembling slightly as she closed the tab. “It’s… research,” she swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper, “for the vlog.”

She wanted to slap herself—facepalm—for the bullshit excuse.

Drew’s smirk deepened, clearly not buying it, but he said nothing. Instead, his eyes darkened, locking onto hers with that slow, simmering heat that made her pulse throb.

“Should I ask?” Drew started, voice low and teasing.

Cass didn’t look at him. She threw his sweater onto the bed, then turned quickly to place the laptop on the desk, trying hard not to meet his eyes. “I just told you, Joseph. So, no.”

“I hate repeating myself,” she muttered quietly, biting her lip, scheming how to slip out without another awkward second.

But Drew stepped closer, heart hammering. He’d caught himself thinking about Cass in ways he wasn’t supposed to—imagining how she’d been reading those filthy things about him, probably imagining herself there. Part of him was flattered, yeah. Mostly, though, he was confused. Cass was the most confident, no-bullshit woman he knew—and here she was, hot and bothered around him but silent about it. That shit was weird.

A slow smirk spread over his lips as he closed the distance, cornering her gently. “Cass,” he said, low.

She swallowed hard and turned to face him. Her eyes flicked up to his chest, so close she could see every line of muscle, and instinctively she stepped back—right into the desk, her ass pressed firmly against its edge.

Her lashes fluttered as she met his gaze, and Drew’s mind raced. He wanted so badly to tell her he could do every filthy thing she’d read about—to her—but instead, he kept his cool. Civilized, barely.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he said softly.

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” she fired back, voice a little shakier than usual, “I was giving you space… to pack.”

His smirk deepened. “You didn’t leave your room for four hours, and I found out you were reading porn about me.”

Cass’s breath hitched. He was so close she could smell the faint spice of his cologne and see the curve of his biceps tightening as he leaned in.

“That’s not ignoring,” she said, voice low and defiant.

Drew’s hands came up, pressing firmly on the desk on either side of Cass, trapping her between his arms. His breath hitched as he leaned closer, their faces just inches apart—too close to pull away, too close to think straight.

Cass’s heart slammed against her ribs, every nerve screaming. She swallowed hard, eyes flicking to his lips, then back to his intense eyes.

“I’m leaving today,” he reminded her.

Cass raised her chin, steady despite the storm inside. “I know.”

“So if there’s something you want to do or say, you should do it now—because you might not get that chance again,” he said, licking his lips like he was tasting a secret.

“Chance?” She smiled, a slow, dangerous curve. “Baby, you don’t even realize it should be you taking chances.”

With a boldness she thought she lost, she placed her hand on his chest, pushing him back gently but firmly. Drew let her, eyes widening just the slightest bit as she stepped away.

He turned with a smirk, folding his arms across his chest. “Yeah?”

Cass mirrored him, folding her arms too, their eyes locking. At the exact same moment, she caught sight of his massive biceps flexing, and he caught the way her tits rose with the push of her arms—both silently appreciating the view, both too stubborn to say anything first.

Cass bit her lip, the heat between them thicker than the NYC air. Drew’s smirk softened, his gaze dipping lower, tracing the curve she tried so hard to keep composed.

“Funny,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “I was just thinking how damn good you look right now… all folded up like you’re daring me to make the first move.”

She swallowed, breath hitching. “Maybe I am.”

His eyes darkened, that familiar fire igniting as he stepped closer, closing the space until their bodies almost touched. The scent of his cologne wrapped around her, mixing with the electric pulse that thrummed between them.

“Cass,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “I’m not great at waiting.”

Before she could respond, his hand slid from her waist down, fingers tracing the curve of her hip, pulling her just enough so she could feel the hardness pressing through his pajama pants.

Her breath hitched again, body responding despite every rational thought screaming at her to pull away.

Drew’s other hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over her lips. “Don’t make me wait, baby. Not today.”

Her pulse slammed as she leaned into his touch, lips barely brushing his. The world shrank until it was just the two of them—raw, urgent, impossible to ignore.

“Maybe,” she whispered back, “you don’t have to.”

And with that, the distance collapsed—fingers tangled in hair, mouths claiming, skin burning, and every unspoken word melting into heat and need.

Cass’s lips crashed against Drew’s with a fierce, desperate hunger—wet, hot, and fucking needy. Tongues tangled, breaths hitching and mixing in the close heat of the room. She clung to him like a lifeline, her hands digging into his hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist without thinking, pulling him impossibly closer.

He groaned low in his throat, steadying her as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground, carrying her toward the bed like she weighed nothing. They tumbled onto the mattress, mouths never breaking apart, every kiss more frantic and scorching than the last.

Cass pushed at his shirt, her fingers trembling but relentless, peeling the fabric over his head to reveal the bare skin beneath—ripped abs carved like they belonged to a god. She knelt in front of him, eyes dark with lust as she trailed her gaze down to the sharp V-line leading into his pajama pants.

Her hand slid over that line, fingers tracing the heat beneath the fabric, slow and deliberate. She looked up at him with a wicked grin before licking a slow, wet trail up his abs, tasting the salty skin, her breath hot and teasing.

Drew’s chest rose and fell heavily, his eyes darkening with need, swallowing hard as she whispered, “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Cass’s innocent smile was pure fucking mischief. Her hands slid down to the waistband of Drew’s pajama pants, fingers hooking inside to pull them slowly down his muscular legs. He helped, kicking them off with a grunt, skin flushed and heated beneath her touch.

Before she could say anything, Drew captured her lips again—harder, deeper—his hands sliding up to her shirt, tugging it off in one smooth motion. It fell to the floor, revealing a pretty little bra that clung to her curves, teasing him with every inch of bare skin it left exposed.

His hands traced the soft lace, fingertips ghosting over the swell of her breasts as he pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, his eyes dark and hungry. “Prettier than I imagined,” he breathed, before diving back in for another fierce, hungry kiss.

Drew’s hands moved with hungry reverence, sliding over Cass’s skin as he peeled her clothes off piece by piece, each layer revealing more of the soft curves he’d been dying to touch. He paused, letting his eyes drink her in—every inch, every scar, every curve, the way her breath hitched under his gaze.

Cass’s voice was low and steady, a tease wrapped in certainty. “There’s a condom in my cabinet,” she said, her fingers brushing his jaw.

Drew nodded, lips brushing her temple as he turned to the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and, just beside the small box of condoms, his fingers grazed something unexpected—a vibrator. His eyes flicked back to Cass with a smirk, eyebrows raised.

“Well,” he murmured, “looks like we’re prepared for a wild night.”

Drew’s smirk deepened as he closed the drawer, the vibrator heavy in his palm. He didn’t say another word—just stepped back toward Cass, eyes dark with wicked promise.

Slowly, deliberately, he pressed the cool tip of the vibrator against her slick pussy, the hum buzzing low between them. Cass gasped, hips arching as Drew sank to his knees, his mouth hot and teasing against her clit while his fingers slipped inside her, curling with practiced ease.

Her breath hitched, trembling under the dual assault—vibrator buzzing, tongue swirling, fingers plunging deep—every nerve ending screaming for more. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him closer, needy and desperate, her cum soaking the bed beneath them.

Drew groaned against her, the vibrations thrumming through both of them as he worshipped her like she was the only thing that mattered. She cried out, shivering as wave after wave ripped through her, the room drowning in the sound of her pleasure and his dark, satisfied growls.

Drew’s hand wrapped tight around his cock, slick and pulsing as he kept his mouth glued to her clit, tongue flicking with precision. Cass’s moans spilled out raw and unfiltered, her fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him closer like she needed every ounce of him.

“Fuck, Cass,” he growled low, his breath hot against her skin. “You taste so fucking good—I swear, sweetest pussy I had.”

She whimpered, grinding against the vibrator, hips jerking as she pushed it harder into her clit. “Don’t stop, Drew… I want you so bad. Gonna fuck me crazy, yeah? Make me scream your name.”

His fingers inside her curled deeper, teasing her walls while his mouth sucked and licked, a relentless, hungry rhythm. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby—make you beg for more.”

Cass bit her lip, eyes wild and wet as she clutched his hair tighter. “I’m yours tonight. All yours. Please, don’t fucking stop.”

But he did. Drew pulled back just enough to smirk down at her, his hand still wrapped tight around his cock, glistening with anticipation. “C’mon, baby, show me how you touch yourself thinking about me,” he challenged, voice low and teasing.

Cass’s breath hitched, her eyes locked on his as the vibrator buzzed fiercely against her clit. She moaned, eyes dark with need, but when Drew started jerking off, she shot back with a cocky smirk, “Come on, touch me yourself, you coward.”

He chuckled, amused by her fire. “So mouthy, all the time,” he murmured, crawling back on top of her, heat radiating from his body.

“Make me shut up then,” she dared, breathless and bold.

Drew wasted no time—he moved over her face, gently holding her jaw, guiding her mouth open. She obeyed without hesitation, tongue teasing out, looking up at him with those wide, innocent hazel eyes that made his cock twitch in need.

Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he slid inside her mouth, groaning at the delicious warmth and wetness swallowing him whole. His hands slid to grip her thighs, spreading her wide as he leaned low, lips brushing over her sensitive slit.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, Cass’s vibrator buzzing as Drew’s tongue flicked expertly, tasting and teasing every inch of her. The room filled with wet sounds and heavy breaths as they lost themselves in the heated, desperate pleasure of their shared need— perfectly tangled, feeding off each other’s hunger.

They came undone at the same time—shuddering, gasping, trembling together. Drew collapsed beside her on the mattress, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, sweat slick and warm against his skin.

Cass didn’t wait. She slid on top of him, her puffy pussy wrapping around his still-soft cock, making him groan deep in his throat. The slow, delicious friction sent a spark firing back to life between them.

Drew’s hands immediately found her breasts, cupping and squeezing with greedy fingers. He pushed her bra down just enough for her perfect tits to spill free, nipples flushed bright pink from his teasing touch.

He slapped one cheek, hard and slow, watching her eyes flutter with need. His tongue flicked out, tracing circles around a swollen nipple before biting gently, making Cass gasp and grind down harder on him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled low, fingers pinching and rolling her nipples until they were achingly sensitive.

Cass’s breath hitched, voice trembling as she whispered, “You like these, don’t you? My tits all red and sore just for you.”

Drew chuckled darkly, lips brushing over her neck. “God, you’re filthy. I wanna hear you scream my name while I fuck you little pussy senseless.”

Her walls clenched tight around him, hot and needy, pressing down on his cock like she wanted him inside again, right fucking now.

“Make me come again,” she begged, voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you want me.”

He groaned, harder than before, fingers trailing down her sides, sliding between her thighs to find that slick heat again.

Cass pulled back, breath ragged, and with deliberate slow fingers rolled a condom down over Drew’s thick cock. She smirked, eyes dark with wicked hunger as she slid back down onto him, grinding hard.

“You ready, baby?” she purred, voice low and dripping with menace. “Gonna ride you like so fucking good.”

Drew groaned, gripping her hips as she rode him, her movements tight and unapologetic. “Fuck, Cass… you’re killing me.”

She leaned down, hands tightening around his throat, fingers pressing just enough to make him gasp. Her lips found his in a bruising kiss, teeth grazing, tongue flicking over his bottom lip until he bit back with a growl.

Her ass slapped against his hips in a rough rhythm. “You like it when I’m on top, huh? When I’m using you however I need,” she teased, voice thick with lust.

Drew slapped her ass hard, making her bite down on his lip in protest. “God, you’re a brat.”

Cass smiled wickedly, grinding faster, riding him hard. “You look better under me, Joey. So damn good.”

When Drew’s hips jerked beneath her, spilling his release inside the condom, Cass didn’t slow. Instead, she rolled off him, still wet and needy, and flipped around, sinking down in reverse cowgirl.

She rode him back with desperate urgency, breath hitching, nails digging into his thighs as she whispered, “I’m not done yet.”

But Drew wasn’t about to let her keep all the control. With a sudden, strong push, he flipped her down onto the mattress, ass high, face pressed into the pillow.

“I think,” he growled low in her ear, voice rough. “I like you better under me.”

His hands gripped her hips, pulling her tight against him as he slammed into her from behind, pounding with so much need.

Cass moaned, lost to the delicious domination, every nerve on fire.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Joey, baby.” she gasped. “You’re gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.”

He grinned against her skin. “Good. ‘Cause I’m just getting started.”

Cass’s breath hitched as Drew picked up the pace, his hands gripping her hips like he was trying to bury himself inside her completely. The bed creaked beneath them, their bodies moving in rhythm, heated and urgent. Her moans filled the room, raw and loud, tangled with his deep grunts.

“You’re mine,” Drew growled, voice thick with need, pulling her closer, pounding harder. Cass’s nails dug into the sheets, the thrill of his control setting her skin on fire.

When he finally pulled out, she gasped, chest rising and falling fast, and then felt his hot release splash across her ass. Drew didn’t waste a second. He leaned down, lips tracing a slow, burning path along her folds, tongue flicking and teasing with expert precision.

Cass’s back arched as waves of overstimulation crashed over her. Drew’s other hand kept rhythm, slick and steady, jerking himself off as he worshiped her with his mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmured against her skin, voice rough like gravel. “I can eat this pussy all day.”

Cass arched her brow, breathless but smug, sprawled across the mattress with that knowing smirk on her lips. Her skin still glowed from everything they'd just done—like sin soaked in gold.

“Bet you're gonna miss this pussy in L.A.,” she whispered, voice dripping with challenge.

Drew smirked from where he knelt between her legs, head ducked like he was about to worship her all over again. Instead, he bit down on her pussy lip—just hard enough to make her hips jolt, just soft enough to feel like a kiss.

Her laugh melted into a gasp, her eyes rolling back as her fingers slid down lazily, teasing herself with no shame.

He leaned back on his heels, watching. Slow strokes of his hand on himself. A show for a show.

“Bet you're gonna call Odessa,” she said, sing-song and cruel, “but she won't give it to you like me. Bet she won’t taste like me.”

His jaw clenched. His pace didn’t falter.

Cass turned around, legs open like a dare, back against the headboard. “Bet you're gonna imagine me while you're inside her,” she murmured, “bet you're gonna fuck your palm every night, thinking of me.”

That did it. Drew came with a low growl, spilling across her bare chest like a mark—like a claim.

But her smirk didn’t waver. Not until his sticky hand wrapped around her jaw and tilted her chin up to face him.

“Odessa and I aren’t a thing,” he said low, voice rough, eyes locked on hers. “Get that inside that thick skull, Cass.”

She blinked at him, the heat crackling between them again like live wire. For a second, her mouth opened to sass him back—but nothing came out.

Only a breath.

Only need.

She stood up and kissed him hard—no hesitation, no softness, just heat and teeth and tongue. Drew's hand found her ass, squeezing and slapping it as he pulled her in closer. When he finally pulled back, breathing heavily, she was already smirking.

“Thought you could handle more,” she teased, fingertips trailing down his stomach, brushing just above his V line.

Drew caught her wrist before she could go any further, his reflexes sharp. “Careful,” he warned lowly, turning her around and pressing her back to his chest. She felt him, hard and hot against her ass, and let out a breathy laugh that sent a chill down his spine.

He nudged her legs apart, one hand steadying her by the stomach as his other guided himself between her thighs. He moved slowly at first, deliberately—just enough to make her squirm. The sounds she made, soft at first then louder, needier, echoed around the room.

“Still think I can’t handle more?” he murmured against her ear, hips snapping forward.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk, her body jolting with each deep thrust. He held her hips firmly, guiding her with precision and rough control, letting her feel every inch of him. Her knees burned, her pussy spasmed.

“You’re loud,” he whispered, breath hot on her neck. “You want someone to hear you like this?”

She moaned in response, head tilted back, giving in completely to him. Nothing existed outside of this moment—their breath, their bodies, the tension that had built up over weeks finally breaking in waves.

He sank his teeth into her neck, sharp and teasing, leaving bruises that burned deliciously beneath his lips. Her breath hitched, and she arched back against him, slick warmth spilling down her thighs as her body trembled around him.

Drew didn’t slow—not even for a second. His hips drove deep, relentless and hungry, pounding into her with a rhythm that left nothing untouched. The sticky, wet sounds of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, mixing with their ragged breaths and her desperate moans.

Her breasts bounced with every powerful thrust, nipples hard and begging for attention. He cupped them roughly, fingers digging in, his mouth trailing from bruised skin to the curve of her shoulder.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against her skin, eyes dark with need. “Can’t get enough of this—of you.”

She gasped, her body falling on the mattress, clutching the sheets, riding the edge of another wave as his pounding never faltered, each thrust pushing her closer to the brink again and again.

Drew’s hand slid up behind her neck, gripping gently but firmly as his hips picked up pace, pounding harder and faster. His breath hitched, eyes rolling back with a low, guttural moan that vibrated through her. Cass whimpered beneath him, legs trembling as she clung to the edge of the overwhelming pleasure.

His body pressed fully over hers, every movement urgent and raw. The heat between them burned hotter with every thrust until he finally spilled inside her, muscles shuddering in release.

Her legs gave out completely, and she collapsed onto the mattress, Drew falling over her, their chests heaving in sync.

“Baby, you’re crushing me,” she laughed, voice breathless but light.

Drew pushed himself next to her, staring at her flushed, sweaty face and tousled hair, his smile softening.

“Best sex I’ve ever had,” he said, voice rough but full of warmth.

Cass grinned wider, her dimples deepening. “Wow, thank you. Usually, I’m a pillow princess.”

“Yeah?” Drew raised a brow, imagining fucking her while she lay there all pretty and helpless beneath him.

“Yeah,” she whispered, tracing lazy circles on his chest. “I like to tell them what to do… then just enjoy it.” Well, maybe not so helpless.

Drew’s hand squeezed her ass gently, fingers tracing lazy circles as he tried to steady his breathing. She looked even more stunning like this—flushed, messy-haired, and completely spent. His eyes locked onto hers, soft and hungry all at once.

“You’re just lazy,” he teased with a breathless laugh.

“No. I’m not.” Cass giggled, hand sliding back down to his still-soft cock. “Wanna prove it to you.”

He bit his lip, the slow throb of want still pulsing beneath his skin. His hand wrapped over hers, guiding her gently. “More than anything, baby… but I’ve got a flight to catch.”

Cass's smile didn't falter. If anything, it grew—slow and knowing as she climbed over him again, her thighs hugging his hips, her skin still glowing with sweat. "Just five more minutes," she whispered against his jaw, brushing her lips there, featherlight, dangerous.

Drew's head tilted back into the pillow, groaning low. “Cass…”

“You said more than anything, remember?” she murmured, her mouth trailing down his neck. “And I don’t like broken promises.”

His hands moved instinctively, gripping her waist like he needed something to anchor him. She was still warm—still soaked, flushed, perfect—and the way she rolled her hips, slow and deliberate, sent another pulse of heat straight through him.

“You’re evil,” he muttered, voice gravelly.

“You’ll thank me later,” she grinned, kissing just under his ear. “When you’re thinking about this on the plane. In the car. On your bed. Bet you’ll touch yourself thinking about me riding you.”

He let out a breath that was half a laugh, half a curse. “You want me to miss the damn flight, don’t you?”

Cass dragged her nails up his chest, stopping right over his racing heart. “I want you ruined for every other girl,” she said plainly.

Drew’s eyes met hers—dark, hungry, wide open now. “There isn't another girl. Won't be either.”

“You all say that while you’re dick is wet”

[fergusdraws]

Some dumb little doodles from today.