#rhett abott x reader

[nurse-floyd]

How to Smile Again - Chapter 2

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x driver!reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, sadness and depression.

Despite Rhett trying his best, your first day on the ranch doesn’t go as planned.

Rhett Abbott tag list: @vivwritesfics (thank you for your feedback and help with the flow of this chapter!)

Rhett didn’t see you for the rest of the day. He had dropped off some staples for you in the kitchen to tide you over until you got settled, but other than that, the last he saw of you was when you were limping back to the cabin later that evening. 

After he had settled the horses for the night and finished cleaning tack and packing it away, he made a quick stop at the mare you had befriended earlier that day. “Hey girl,” he said as she nuzzled against the hand in her mane. “You really like her, don’t you?” As if she had understood him, she let out a snort and nodded her head up and down. Rhett let out a laugh. “She’s hurt, Pea. I don’t know how we’re gonna help her, but we’re going to do our best, right? Are you up for it?” 

He then returned to his own home, also located on the ranch, exhausted from the day’s work. As he sat there with his laptop and a hastily made sandwich, he began replying to emails to various clients. Then his curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know a bit more about you and see what you really did and loved. So he went on a deep dive. He started by searching your name on YouTube, wanting to see you in action. 

Of course, the first thing he saw was a video of your crash, the thumbnail showing what looked like a car in pieces with the caption ‘horror crash for y/n at Montreal.’ 

He couldn’t bring himself to watch it, not yet. Instead, he found videos from your team with a thumbnail of you laughing with another man called Logan. He clicked on it. The pair of you were doing a silly challenge but couldn’t make it through without wheezing with laughter. You were bent over, hand on his shoulder, giggling away at something he had said. Rhett’s eyes lit up; God, he wanted to get you smiling like that again so badly. After a few more videos—ones of you doing donuts in your car, the smoke billowing around the vehicle as your tires left black circles on the tarmac, and ones of you leaning into your team’s arms as you celebrated a podium—he returned to the video of your crash. He hesitated, his cursor over the video. He didn’t want to intrude or invade your privacy, but he also wanted to understand just what you had been through. 

He watched as 20 cars raced around the track, names he didn’t know were called out as one colorful car overtook another. He waited for the inevitable to happen. The cars sped around the track, around tight bends, and squeezed between each other in gaps Rhett thought were way too small, but they proved him wrong. The commentator called out your name, the camera focused on your car as they described the race. 

Then it happened. 

The crash was sudden. Another car clipped the back of yours and sent you spinning at a terrifying speed. Metal crunched and tires screeched as you desperately tried to gain control of your car and avoid others. Your car slammed into one wall before spinning again and slamming full force into another barrier before it came to a halt. 

“And that’s a horrific crash for y/n,” he heard the man commentating. 

The radio crackled to life. “Y/N, are you okay?” a man’s voice asked. 

His heart broke as he heard the muffled cries and gasping breaths come through the radio from you. He held his breath as the voice over the radio asked again. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen. The coverage from your radio stopped then. 

“Jesus,” he muttered to himself. 

He continued to watch as stewards and medics rushed to your car. They didn’t get you out right away, though. He knew why. He knew the extent of your injuries from your trainer and physio. They kept replaying the clip over and over. He flinched every time he saw your car practically crumple around you, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. They seemed to show every angle, and each time it seemed worse. 

He could hardly breathe as the camera zoomed in on your car, now a crumpled wreck. The commentator’s voice was somber, his voice cracking as he tried to relay any information on your condition. The video then cut to a series of images and videos from people who were obviously there and watched the accident. Scenes of you being extricated from the wreckage and the ambulance pulling away from the track where he knew you went through more pain. Rhett swallowed the hard lump he felt rise in his throat, the reality of the crash just now hitting him. 

He found your Instagram account then. Now, Rhett had never had an interest in Instagram, nor did he want to create his own account. His brother and a few of his staff had suggested he make one for the ranch, but he didn’t have time to run it (and secretly, he didn’t know the first thing about Instagram). It was eerie; there was your name, the name of your team, and then the last post. A picture of you in a race suit and helmet by your car he had just seen in bits moments before with the caption, “Montreal GP, let’s go!” 

“Shit…” he muttered to himself. He closed his laptop, eyeing the time. It was late and he knew he needed sleep because, after seeing those videos, he was even more determined to get you back to racing, back to that happy girl he had seen in those videos goofing around and smiling. 

He opened up his emails again, sending a quick email to your trainer and physio asking if there was anything more he could do and if they had any tips for dealing with a hot-headed and stubborn F1 driver. 

The next morning he was up early, helping his staff feed the horses and get them ready for the day’s work. He tried not to act surprised as he saw you stepping down from the porch and making your way over to the stables. 

“Morning,” he called. 

“Hi,” you replied as you looked up and gave him a tight-lipped smile and held up your hand in a small wave. 

Some sort of cattle dog ran up to you as you approached him, jumping up at your side, his head licking against your hands as he excitedly greeted you. 

“Scout, down,” Rhett called as the dog jumped down and sat at your feet, tail still wagging. 

“Well, you’ve met Scout.” 

“Hi bud,” you cooed slightly, as you rubbed between his ears. 

“So, we’re going to try and get you on Peanut today if you’re up for it.” 

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and a nod. 

“Perfect, let’s find you some gear,” he said as you followed him toward the tack room to get fitted for a helmet and some boots. 

He picked up a sleek black helmet and handed it to you. “Try this one on.” He slipped the helmet on, adjusting the straps under your chin for you before he stepped back to get a look at you. “How does it feel?” 

“A lot more comfortable than my racing helmets.” You were used to people helping you in and out of your helmets and gear, but something about the way Rhett’s hands brushed underneath your chin had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“Good,” he exaggerated with a small tap to the top of your helmet, “now for the boots.” He guided you to a line of boots, varying styles and sizes; all well-worn. You settled for a pair of long riding boots, and with Rhett’s help, you tugged them on, trying to ignore the pain that jolted in your thigh. 

As soon as you had both, you looked at yourself in the dirty mirror, Rhett standing just behind you. 

“There, now you look the part.” 

As you stepped out of the storeroom, you saw Pea being led out by one of the stable hands and passed off to Rhett as you approached. She nuzzled into your hands again, which you reciprocated with a scratch underneath her chin, “alright, let’s do this.” 

With a leg up from Rhett, you managed to mount Peanut, the familiar twinge of pain shooting through your leg despite the stretches you had completed that morning from your physio. The first few steps were weird, the positioning and the new angle sent a burning through your leg, but it was a good kind of pain. Or so you told yourself. It was pain, but pain was needed if it meant you were going to get back to where you really wanted to be. You gritted your teeth against the new sensation as Rhett walked beside you, his hand resting on Peanut’s bridle until you got used to being on her. 

Rhett led you out into the riding ring, Pea’s steps slow and gentle to begin with. For a while, it was manageable. As you get used to the sensation, Rhett clicked his tongue as he encouraged Pea to pick up the pace. The motion sent a jolt of pain shooting up your leg and soon your frustration built beyond your limit of tolerance. You tightened your grip on the reins and took a deep breath to try and focus on the rhythm of Peanut’s hooves on the ground. But it was useless, the pain was getting too much and the same feelings of anger and helplessness you had felt during your first few weeks of physio bubbled back up. 

“You’re doing great,” Rhett said, his voice low and soothing, not at all condescending, which you appreciated. 

“I can’t do this. I thought I could, but I can’t,” your words choked in your throat as your frustration bubbled to the surface. 

Rhett immediately pulled Pea to a halt, “It’s okay. We can stop. It’s your first session and it’ll take time. Riding uses different muscles than you’re used to and you’re doing better than you think.” 

But in the state you were already in, his words did little to soothe your frustration, “it’s pointless. I’m never going to get better. Just…help me down.”  

Before you could take your legs from the stirrups to dismount, a sudden gust of wind caused a barrel to fall over and crash to the ground outside of the school. Pea’s ears flicked back as she spooked. She took a few galloping steps forward before Rhett could react, “Hold on!” he shouted, but it was too late. 

You lost your grip on the reins and toppled off the side of the saddle, hitting the ground hard. The pain in your leg doubled and you lay there, tears of frustration spilling over. You hit the ground with your fists and let out a scream of frustration.  

Rhett was by your side in an instant, his hands firm but gentle as he attempted to help you sit upright. “Are you alright?” 

In your anger, you pushed his hands away from you with a shove. “No, I’m not alright,” you snapped, “this is never going to work!” 

Rhett’s face softened as he sat back on his heels, his hands up in surrender. He gave you a minute to cool down and feel whatever it was you were feeling in the moment as you buried your face in your hands, feeling utterly deflated.

You felt a nudge at your arm as Pea’s hooves came into view. You sniffed and wiped your face as you opened your arms and allowed her to nuzzle her face against yours. “I’m sorry, girl,” you whispered into her neck before you turned back to Rhett. “I’m sorry.” With a sniffle, you slowly picked yourself up, dusted yourself off, and limped out of the riding ring, ignoring Rhett as he called your name.

[cherrywitchgirl]

rhett abbott keeps a polaroid pic of the two of you in his baseball cap 100% i’m sure of it.

[bussyslayer333]

Right down the line

summary: you take rhett to the beach, he thinks you should stay there forever.

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: some suggestiveness, swearing, rhett is a loverboy™️

Rhett is sat on an old beach towel watching you from a distance whilst you dip your toes into the water. He feels so fucking happy it hurts. It’s so intangible to you that he never seems to let himself feel this way; carefree.

When Rhett told you that he’d never been to the beach, you were shocked first and then you were quietly upset. Although, you’d never let him see. If there was one thing Rhett Abbott refused to take from someone, it was pity.

So, you secretly organised a road trip to this tiny beach town in California that your parents always used to take you to as a child.

The roadtrip down with Rhett was utter bliss. Watching his handsome face in all shades of the sunshine as he drove, strong hands one on the wheel and the other a comforting presence on the soft flesh of your thigh.

You had directed Rhett towards the small cove beach that you had remembered correctly from when you were younger, quickly grabbing your beach bag and his hand, pulling him down the makeshift rock steps.

It was virtually deserted save for the few locals on early evening dog walks or runs. You set the beach towels down and shimmy out of your shorts and tank top, leaving you stood in front of Rhett in your flimsy tie bikini.

“You’ve been hiding this,” he teases, reaching to grab at the flesh of your ass, pulling you into his lap.

You swat at his large hands that go to play with the strings at the side of the bikini bottoms and tut.

“I’m not getting fined for public indecency because you can’t keep it in your pants,” You roll your eyes playfully.

Rhett takes your face in his strong hand, squeezing your lips together and leaning in to give you a peck. Which turns into another peck and then he’s trying to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You pull back in mock anger, “you’re insatiable.”

Rhett chases after your lips once more, stealing a kiss, “you’re delicious,” he mumbles against you.

You smile, and reach for the bottom of his shirt, beginning to pull it up. Rhett laughs and takes his cap off, allowing for you to pull his shirt off. Immediately, your hands go for his toned and tanned chest, your finger tracing over the tattoo there before you place a chaste kiss on his pec.

“Will you come in the water with me?” you plead.

Rhett looks hesitant, eyes moving past your shoulder to watch the waves lapping at the sand.

“You knock yourself out darlin’, I’ll join you later.”

“Promise?” You pout, sticking out your pinky finger.

Rhett chuckles but links his pinky with yours either way, patting you on the behind as you get up. He watches the way your hips sway tantalisingly as you walk towards the water, taking a moment to thank whatever God sent you to him.

The water is a tepid sort of cool, providing you some solstice from the Californian heat that had been beating down on you all day. You let it wash over your feet first, it’s a clear colour, foaming white where the waves gently crash against one another. After a few moments of wading around you turn to look back at your boyfriend. He’s been watching you with a lazy smile on his face, leant back on his forearms with his cap proving some shade on his face.

He watches as you beckon him over with an inviting arm. Rhett considers for a moment, and decides fuck it, he was done with letting the best things slip him by. But you, you were right in front of him, with a promise of not going anywhere and you were the best thing that could ever happen to him.

Rhett makes the small journey over to you, shivering slightly at the difference in temperature from the hot sand to the cool waves. He wades over to where you’re stood, water just around your hips.

Without warning, Rhett scoops you up into his strong embrace.

You squeal, “Oh my God! You brute,”

Rhett is laughing so heartily you find yourself breaking out into giggles as well, kissing all around his face, just to make sure the smile never drops from his heartbreakingly handsome face.

Rhett wades further into the water with you in his arms, allowing you to move around so that your legs are straddling his waist. Water is now softly rippling against your chests. It’s so peaceful you could cry.

“You’re so beautiful,” he hums so casually, like it’s a fact of the universe.

To Rhett it is.

Your face flushes under the inspection of Rhett’s eyes, wandering over your skin with such adoration and attention to detail it rivals even the most respected art critics.

You join your lips to Rhett’s slowly, savouring in the taste of him. The kiss is intense, tongues and lips clashing and melting together, wet saliva noises that you would usually find disgusting coming from your mouths.

You whimper slightly as Rhett shifts you around in his strong grip, your crotch lightly rubbing over his semi. You pull back from the kiss, forehead resting against his. Your breaths mingle for a second, lips still so close to each other.

“I love you so much,” you whisper.

Rhett smiles, “I love you more.”

You roll your eyes and flick some water at him. He gasps in faux anger and moves to flick more water at you. You shriek and wriggle in his grasp, swimming towards the shallow water. Once the water is lapping at your knees, Rhett grabs you once again, strong arms tight around your waist, spinning you around.

Your giggles are loud and unrelenting. When he finally plops you down you catch your breath, leading him back to the sand.

You stand with your back to Rhett’s chest, head on his pecs. His chin is resting on your head and his arms are still tightly wrapped around you as you both take in the colours of the setting sun.

“We should stay here forever,” Rhett mumbles into your hair, mostly joking.

“We should,” you affirm, taking his hand in your own and pulling it up to place a kiss on the back of it.

He hums, content.

a/n: goddamn i need this man so bad

rhett come home the kids miss you 😞😞😞

i hope u all enjoy my first lil rhett piece hehehe

pls comment, reblog, or send me an ask and tell me what u think !!

thank u for reading :)

- honey <333

[iwyr-reads-stories]

Oh my god...It's beautiful...as a cat person I feel this so so much🎄🥰.

shelbs!! my love!!

okay so here’s what i’m thinking… rhett and his partner’s first big holiday like thanksgiving or christmas as a married couple, idk i feel it would just be so special for them especially if maybe it’s his partners favorite holiday.

kisses!! - 🧸

underneath the tree - rhett abbott x reader

summary: christmas in your first home with your husband is nothing short of magical.

pairing: rhett abbott x wife!reader

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: none. lots and lots of fluff and holiday cheer. and kittens!

a/n: something a little short and sweet to celebrate the season. happy holidays to all of my sweet friends. ily all so much and i hope you have a wonderful celebration. thank you for all that each and every one of you do 🎄

Christmas has always been a big holiday in your family. It was the one thing you looked forward to every year. You had a lot of family traditions; baking cookies on Christmas Eve, decorating the tree the day after Thanksgiving, watching a Christmas movie every night during the month of December. When you and Rhett began dating, one thing you were so excited about was making your own Christmas traditions with him.

Christmas wasn’t a big holiday in his household. Sure, they decorated the tree and had a Christmas Day dinner but it wasn’t made out to be a big deal like it was with your family. So, that first Christmas you were together, you knew you wanted to make it special.

He joined your family on Christmas Eve for the Christmas cookie baking and the Christmas movie marathon.

Rhett grew to love and adore Christmas just as much as you. Moving into your first house after getting married was stressful but you knew the holidays were right around the corner and you were ecstatic. Going to the Christmas tree farm to pick out your first tree together was a little emotional - decorating it that night because you couldn’t wait. Throughout the two years you dated before getting married, you collected random ornaments. Some were so cheesy you couldn’t hardly stand it but they made you laugh.

Every night during the month of December, you curled up on your couch together with a cup of hot cocoa and a Christmas movie playing in the background. One night while you were laying there you heard a scratching noise at the door.

“Rhett, did you hear that?” You asked, turning the volume down on the television to listen for the strange sound. You heard it once again accompanied with a small meow. “Is that-“

“Sounded like an animal,” Rhett observed before moving from his spot on the couch to walk towards the door. He peeked out of the living room window, quickly putting on his winter coat and boots.

“What is it?” You raised up on your knees to face the front door. “Rhett?”

The bitter Wyoming winter air cut you to the bone when he opened the door and crouched down. He turned to you holding a cat that was covered in snow. He quickly moved inside and set the shivering ball of fur on the couch with you before shaking out of his coat and kicking off his boots. The cat quickly curled up into your lap, seeking out a heat source. You wrapped your blanket around it and pulled it close.

Rhett warmed up some milk in a little saucer and knelt beside the couch, holding it out to the animal. The cat lapped it up in no time, purring as you scratched behind its ear.

“That’s it, sweetie. What were you doing all alone out in the cold, huh?” You cooed at it, not even knowing what the gender of it was yet. Once it finished the milk, you held it up to see. The little gray cat was a girl - who also appeared to be pregnant. You hadn’t noticed when Rhett had set her down but now it was very clear that she was expecting.

“Rhett, she’s-“

“Yeah. I can see that.”

You weren’t sure how to care for a cat but you knew you couldn’t let her stay out in the cold. You fluffed up a warm blanket for her to lay on and was determined to head to the store the next morning. Collecting the essentials you needed for the cat was harder than expected. You bought a few toys as well just in case she felt like playing. You took her to the local vet as well to have her checked over and she was very close to having the kittens.

You cared for Tinsel the following weeks leading up to Christmas, all while preparing the holiday for you and Rhett. She stayed by your side while you put up the rest of the decorations, following you up and down the staircase. She had a newfound favorite spot at the foot of your shared bed with Rhett.

“We’re going to be grandparents soon, baby,” you joked with Rhett as you dried the dishes one night after dinner. The snow was falling in thick flakes outside, the sight of it sent a shiver down your spine. Tinsel was curled up on the back of the couch watching the two of you. Rhett just playfully rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I think I see a grey hair right here,” he said, eyeing your temple intently. You shoved at his chest as he let out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back towards the ceiling. You loved how playful you were with Rhett. There was never a dull moment in your relationship. Christmas was only a few days away and you weren’t sure who was more excited.

Christmas Eve snuck up on you quicker than you would’ve liked to admit. You spent the evening with your family, baking goodies and enjoying each other's company. Rhett caught you under the mistletoe several times that night, giving you a deep kiss each time. You headed out a little earlier than normal, wanting to make it home before the roads got too bad.

You readied yourself for bed, sliding into your Christmas pajamas and taking a seat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Tinsel was in your lap in no time, her belly looking the biggest it had looked since that night you brought her in. You pet under her neck, smiling at the way she purred contently. The tree was lit and the fire crackled.

“I don’t think she likes you much,” Rhett gestured to the sleeping cat in your lap. He placed the hot cocoa on the table in front of you and wrapped his arm tightly around you. “Our first Christmas married. It’s hard to believe.”

“I love you so much, Rhett,” you looked up at him with so much adoration in your eyes. Rhett pet Tinsel on the head and she pressed up into his touch. He wouldn’t admit it but he is quite fond of her as she is of him. You finished your drink and movie, moving to the bed to get some rest for the next day’s festivities.

You had not been asleep too long when you were awakened by the sound of Tinsel. She sounded like she was in distress and you were kicking Rhett awake as you searched the house for her. You found her curled up under the Christmas tree and upon further inspection, seeing three kittens feeding. You let out a gasp and called out for Rhett to let him know you found her.

“Would you look at that… little miss Tinsel is a mama now.” Rhett whispered as he stood behind you watching the little kittens lay with their mother. You looked over Tinsel to make sure she was doing well, bringing over some food and water for her. You looked at the clock on the wall and noticed the time. 1:05am is what it read and you squeezed Rhett’s hand. It was finally Christmas Day.

You felt so overjoyed standing there next to the tree looking down at the newest additions to the Abbott family. Rhett kissed your temple softly, swaying you as he hummed a Christmas song. Your first Christmas as a married couple in your first home will be a memorable one - that much you were sure of. You knew you had a long day ahead of you but that didn’t seem to matter much in the moment. Right now, you were going to let your husband hold you while you watched your cat love on her newborn kittens.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

“Merry Christmas, Rhett.”

[call-sign-shark]

 ✨ Love and Thunder  ✨

Summary:  You and your childhood friend Bob Floyd are caught in the rain. Isn’t it the perfect moment for Bob to confess his feelings? (Bob x Neighbor!Reader)

Words: 1,9k

Tags:  None except Tooth-rotting fluff, like really it's just so fucking cheesy but it feels good

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“We should probably go home. I see  threatening clouds coming to us.” Bob said, shooting a quick look at the darkening sky over his glasses. Lost in your discussions, you both had not realize you were so far away from home, which would not have been a problem if a nascent storm had not come out of nowhere.

“Yup! Let’s walk to the bus stop. The last one is in 10 minutes.”  You said, checking buses schedule on your smartphone.

“Perfect.” 

You both shared a timid smile and proceeded to walk to the nearest bus stop. As far as you could remember, he had always been in your life. Your parents being his aunt’s neighbors, you grew up with the charming Bob Floyd as a very dear childhood friend. That some point, you parents were so used to him that he did not need to knock at the door anymore. Inseparable, that was what they called you. Unfortunately, life got in the way: he went to a prestigious university and then enlisted in the Navy with the dream of becoming a WSO in mind. Contrary to him, you never really left your childhood town.

The story should have ended here. He could have disappeared from your life and become a ghost of the past whose only news comes from your parents asking his aunt the casual ‘How’s Bob doing?” question, but it has not been the case. Bob Floyd took care of seeing you each time he came back to his Aunt’s house. No matter how tired he was, or how little time he stayed, he would always manage to spend time with you, either going to walk, watching a movie, or grabbing a drink. 

“Bob?”

“Hm?” He glanced at you as you both walked, his blue eyes shone with indescribable softness.

“Thank you for always spending time with me when you come back. It means — It means a lot.” Your smile widened, showcasing your teeth. The WSO’s heart flickered like the fragile flame of a candle at such a bewitching sight. How exquisite you were, he thought. With buzzing mind, Bob shook his head and gathered all his courage: it was a good moment to confess his feelings.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” These were the only words he managed to utter. Bob’s lower lips slightly quivered, as if he wanted to tell you something else. You made a small nod to encourage him but, in the end, he closed his mouth and turned his face to look away.

Idiot – I am a plain idiot. He thought, holding the urge to facepalm.

Bob had never been good at flirting.  Not that he never had a girlfriend, quite the contrary he had already been through more or less serious relationships. Yet, he was not the type of man who would approach a woman with confidence. His whole being had not been coded to be a womanizer, and somehow he liked it that way. Being the quiet, nice, and mysterious nerd of the Navy had never bothered him - except when it came to you. He would have loved shedding his introverted nature for a bolder one just the time to tell you all the feelings he had for you. Just to tell you how you that you were always haunting his mind when he was out of town, and that it had been the case for years.

“Oh my God, Bob!” You blurt out of nowhere, causing the tall WSO to jump, “I misread the schedule! The bus will be there in one minute!” 

“What?” He asked, completely confused by the sudden information. One minute left for the last bus of the day — if you missed it, you would have to walk home under the feeling rain. “Okay, run!”  Without further thinking, he grabbed your hand and start running to the bus stop.  The sound of your sole was hammering the concrete so loudly that the few bystanders scattered here and there stepped aside at your passage. You tried not to fall during your race by tightening Bob hand. At this point you did not know if you were actually running or if Bob dragged you, just like a kite.

As you were both racing like rabbits chased by a fox, heavy and cold rain started to pour on you. A violent and tumbling rain. The unpleasant feeling of the millions of tiny water ropes falling against your skin and soaking the fabric of your clothes sent shivers through your body. Shivers through your bones.

“No, no, no!” You let out at the sight of the bus’ rear: the passengers were already getting inside. A terrifying roar suddenly echoed in the dark side, covered by gigantic black clouds. It was not a storm, it was a deluge.

“Almost there, Y/N!” Bob ran faster, gathering all the energy available in his legs when he saw the doors closing – or at least that was what he guessed by the sound because of the droplets that had formed on his glasses.  As soon as you had reached it, the bus left before your aghast eyes.

“Fuck! ” You swore, your Y/EC eyes still watching the road with the unrealistic expectation of the bus coming back to get you. An unpleasant thrill shook your whole body at the freezing sensation of water. Gosh, how much you hated rain! Releasing Bob’s hands, you crossed your arms in a vain attempt to keep yourself warm. “Damn storm” words came out of your mouth carried by an annoyed tone. The hell was wrong with the weather? “Sorry Bob, it’s definitely my fault.” You raised your gaze towards the tall WSO as you apologized, feeling sincerely sorry. You had spent such a lovely afternoon and evening with him and now you felt like you had ruined the whole day.

Bob was still facing the road, his eyes lost in the horizon. Despite the fact he had stopped running, his heart was still pounding in his chest with such violence that he was pretty sure it wanted to burst from his ribcage. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins and blurring his senses. 

“Bob?”  You called him again.

This time your voice reached him and snatched him from his messy thoughts. He turned around to face you before pulling his glasses from his nose to look at you directly with his dazzling blue eyes. His expression softened, his eyes squinted, and suddenly he is laughing. A warm and heartedly laugh came from the bottom of his heart. His cheerful laughter echoed in the storm, overpowering the sound of heavy rain showering you. A sigh of relief escaped from your sweet lips – He was not mad at you.

“Hey, that’s not funny. My clothes stick to my skin and I feel like I’m freezing to the bones!” You exclaimed, but you could not help chuckling at the whole situation: Bob and you, all alone in the pouring rain.

“You’re beautiful.”  He finally admitted, his smile doing nothing else than widening at the sight of you standing before him with your wet hair sleeked back and soaked clothes hugging the delicious curves of your body. Speechless, you looked at him with wide opened eyes. A wave of warmth rushed to your cheeks, for you had just realized that Bob Floyd called you beautiful.

Maybe it was the fresh smell of the rain, or the adrenaline still working, but the tall WSO felt exhilarated. The rain might be pouring, but the sun was burning in Bob’s heart. He came closer, so close that the tip of your nipples, sticking out under the wet fabric of your t-shirt, brushed his surprisingly athletic chest. You swallowed,  struck by confusion and unable to look away from his hypnotizing blue eyes. 

“I love you, Y/N.”  His body was slightly shaking but it was definitely not due to the cold: Bob was not cold, quite the contrary his whole being felt burning. Drops of water had started to form on the skin of his face and yours, as dozen of crystal beads embedded on the finest silk. 

“Bob–” You wanted to speak but you could not, for words choked in your throat as his face came nearer, so near that your noses gently touched. The rain had not stopped pouring down on you, as if the skies wanted to drown your nascent love, but the tall WSO could not care less. He had spent the last few years burying his feelings for you, convinced you would never look at him as more than a dear friend – but crush he had soon turned into a titanic love no one could cage anymore. Not even him.

“I have loved you from as far I can remember,” He said, you flickered, “Each time I fly in a fighter jet and fear for my life, I think about you. I imagine you’re somewhere in the sky, watching over me, and I feel like nothing can happen to me.” He smiled as freezing drops fell on his neck and ran down his back, seeping into his soaker t-shirt, “ I have loved you through every one of your successes and through each of your breakups.”

Your juicy lips stretched, for a shy yet lovely chuckle escapes from your mouth.

“I have loved you, even on bad days, even when you felt unlovable.” 

Two hearts raced, beating in unison with the rain hammering the concrete. Bob’s hands reached your face only to delicately cup your sweet wet face, whose smile was enlightening its traits and was making him only fall harder for you.

“And I’m tired of pretending those feelings will eventually go away, because they won’t.”

“Why? Why do you confess now?” You asked, a bit confused.  The gloomy sky above your head roared again, making the whole Earth shake.

“Because it would be so difficult for you. I am often overwhelmed with work. You’ll have to either leave the town or wait for months until I come back from missions.” 

“No, it’s not what I said, idiot! Why do you confess now? Under the heavy rain?!” You said, right before bursting into nervous but oh-so-intoxicated laughter. You rested your forehead against him, and Bob laughed with you. It was true: he did not really know why he needed to confess in such an inappropriate situation, but like the rain and its frosty drops, he was drenched in love. He felt it, smelt it. Touched it. It ran through his body, leaving thrills wherever it went.

“I don’t know!” He finally retorted, speaking louder for his voice to overpower the thunder’s rumble and roars. 

“Well, I love you too Bob Floyd. It’s okay if you took forever to tell me, as long as, from now, forever means you.” You laid a gentle kiss on one of his hands that was still holding your face. The pleasant temperature of his palms kept your cheeks warm. Or maybe was it because you were blushing?

A powerful lightning bolt streaked the black sky and at the same time, Bob felt a surge through his body. His knees got weak, his heart got mad.

“You –”

“Yes, I have loved you through all these years too, but each time I wanted to confess you already had a girlfriend.” Your smile softened.

“It’s over. I’m yours now, and I’ll prove it to you.” His voice was candy-coated with tenderness, and you melt in his arms as he pulled you into a very tight embrace. His strong arms wrapped around your shivering silhouette, he was hugging you as if he wanted to sink into your soul. When you raised your head, you saw him looking at you with glimmering eyes. Droplets of crystal were running down his cheeks but you could not tell if it was tears of rain. Or maybe a rain of tears.

“Can I– Can I kiss you?” As he asked, his lips brushed yours with the furious desire of tasting you. He was about to kiss you when you backed your head off and raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“You have waited for years, Floyd. Pretty sure you could wait until we get home. I’m freezing.”

“Will you kiss me then?” His body slowly parted from yours.

“I will.” 

“So what are we waiting for?” 

Without further ado, Bob grabbed you by the hand and intertwined his calloused fingers with yours. A cunning smirk enlighted his face and, at such a vision, you knew what he had in mind... You both started running under the driving rain. Its million drops hammering the ground, just like your soles did during your frantic rush.

And between the rumbling thunder and rain’s pitter-patter, rose your laughter to the sky.

[jungle-angel]

The One Where They Go To Florida: Part 4 (Frat!Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: The stupidity of a bunch of frat boys in their natural habitats are legendary

Warnings: Dumb spring break shenanigans, fucking a mailbox etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman @callmemana @bradleybeachbabe

You made your way through the crowd with Cairo right beside you, the two of you laughing your asses off as you tried to find Rhett and the others. It wasn't even 9pm and already the monster rager party in the house was beginning to reach fever pitch. At last you found Rhett with Kayce, Foster, Stephen Rodriguez and Joey Castro all up on the risers in the living room, belting out the lyrics to Eminem's "Just Lose It". When Rhett and Foster saw you both, they leapt from the risers and followed you to the basement stairs, a huge billow of smoke spilling from the open door that smelled like the underside of a lawn mower.

"Baby wassup?" Rhett asked.

"I think we're gonna need to call animal control," you laughed.

"Why what happened?" Foster asked.

"Kelso is literally outside fucking a mailbox," Cairo explained.

Rhett and Foster's eyes went wide, the shit eating grins crawling across their faces as they followed you out into the hot Florida night.

"Oh my God!" Rhett exclaimed under his breath.

"What. The. Fuck?" Foster laughed.

Sure enough there was Danny Kelso, one of the newest pledges, standing naked in the grass in the bright moonlight, butt naked save for his black socks and sneakers, furiously thrusting in and out of the mailbox, his grunting akin to that of a wild animal.

"Un.....believable," Foster laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Alright somebody either gave him acid or he's crossfading," Rhett remarked.

"Think we should snap him out of it before he cums?" you chuckled.

"Oh hell no honeys," Cairo answered, pulling up the video camera on his phone. "I wanna get this on video."

You, Rhett, Foster and Cairo tried so hard to hold your laughter in until you couldn't any longer. Your snickering startled Danny, unable to tell if he was screaming out of sheer fright or the effort of cumming in the mailbox.

"Nice work Kelso!!! Ya'll rocked that thing's world!!!" Rhett shouted.

"What the fuck????!!!!! YOU GUYS WERE WATCHING???!!!!!"

A collective "oh shit" escaped your mouths as a naked Kelso ran after the four of you, unable to catch any of you no matter how hard he tried.

"Was this worth it?" Rhett asked you.

"So worth it!" you laughed as you bolted back to the deck stairs with the others.

[imalwaysfine]

Drabble; grocery shopping with Rhett for thanksgiving/helping him cook for the family gathering 🥹🦃

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Hi love! Thank you for the ask. I hope you have a marvelous Thanksgiving!

Rhett told you not to worry. But how could you not. His family was coming here to have thanksgiving. In a way it was like meeting them for the first time again. What if they don’t like the pie you made or worse, the silverware.

He could see the worry in your eyes when you scrambled to find the tin foil. As you turn back from the cabinet, you find him standing in front of you, with a somewhat seductive stare on you.

“ Yes?” You say impatiently trying to get passed him to continue baking. He grabs your arm and you pause and look up at him.

“Love bug, look at me. I love you and the whole town for god’s sake loves you stop being so tough on yourself.” He says softly.

He was right. He’s always right. You look down at the ground and walk around him. He looks at you with a confused expression. You turn back around to him with a measuring cup in your hand. He smiles and walks over to you, taking it out of your hand.

“I love you Y/N, always.” He whispers into your ear before lifting your chin and placing a peck on your lips.

Thankfully, Rhett made himself useful and helped you cook. That was the day you found out that cooking with Rhett was one of your favorite things to do.

Hi again! I hope that was okay! This was literally my first ask… lol. Please do send more!

Lots of love, L

[nurse-floyd]

Nurse!reader watching rhett have a proper nasty fall and being too panicked to properly help?

The early morning sun had just begun to rise in the sky as it casted shades of pinks and oranges across the wide-open fields as you and Rhett rode side by side. He was on Toro, his beautiful black stallion and you were on Jupiter, your chestnut mare. The pair of you were rounding up the cattle and moving them to the next field over for grazing, it was a peaceful routine that you both enjoyed, you more than Rhett. It was a welcome break from the hectic life in the ER as a nurse. The familiar sound of the herd trotting along beside you, the birds as they began their morning song and Rhett at your side. It was perfect.

Rhett spurred Toro on, a few paces ahead as he guided a few stragglers back towards the main group when the stallion suddenly lurched forward and spooked. The horse reared once, twice and then bucked. You barely had time to react as you watched Rhett lurch sideways with the movement as he fell hard to the ground and landed with a sickening thud.

“Rhett!” you screamed, your voice cracking with panic as you saw him hit the floor.

The world seemed to slow around you as you watched his head slam into the earth, his Stetson abandoned at his side. You sat frozen on Jupiters back, who had clearly not had the same reaction than her stable mate. The thundering of your pulse seemed to drown everything else out, your breath caught in your throat unable to breathe as you waited for him to move and show you any sign of life. But you waited. And waited. Rhett didn’t move. You wanted to move, wanted nothing more than to jump down from Jupiter and run to his side, to check if he was alive and breathing, but your body felt like lead, your mind raced with every possibility but your body wouldn’t cooperate. You knew the signs all too well. Shock.

Toro reared again, a loud and sharp whinny came from his throat almost as if he knew and you were snapped out of your shock as. He stood in a protective stance by his master.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you finally scrambled down from Jupiter, nearly tripping over your feet in your rush to get to him. You called his name the whole time, “Rhett? Rhett baby, can you hear me?”

You skidded to your knees beside him. Rhett was lying on his back, his breathing shallow. A new wave of fear washed over you as you realised just how still he was.

“Rhett, baby. Please. Open your eyes for me.”

Working in an ER surrounded by rural countryside, you were not a stranger to seeing these sorts of injuries. But this wasn’t any patient, this was Rhett. Your Rhett. Sure, you’d seen him fall a fair number of times, bull riding and on the ranch, but he always got up and dusted himself off and shook it off with a laugh.

“Please, Rhett,” you practically begged. Your hands shook with your own fear and adrenaline as they hovered above his body. You knew what to do. This is what you were trained for, but it all went out of the window at the sight of him motionless.

He groaned in response, and it was enough to snap you from the fog that had clouded your rational nurse brain. You leaned over him, you hands came to rest on his chest as you rubbed gently up and down to rouse him, “that’s it baby, come back to me.”

Finally, his eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, until they met your own. “Darlin’…? he groaned.

“Stay still, I’m just going to check you over. Let me know if anything hurts.”

You took a deep breath to try and compose yourself and allow yourself to think. You ran you hands gently over the back of his head and felt the large egg size lump that had begun to form, but with the fall he’d took, you weren’t surprised. Next you checked his neck, thankfully feeling nothing out of the ordinary.

“Just stay still, don’t move yet,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. You pulled the phone from your pocket, hands shaking so badly you could hardly unlock it. “I’m gonna call for help, alright? I’ll get Perry or your dad and we’ll get you back to the house. Just stay awake for me.”

Rhett couldn’t miss your hands as they shook, his own hand reached up to grip yours and steady them. “I’m okay,” he reassured as he tried to sit up with a wince.

“No, you’re not alright. Just stay still,” you couldn’t help the tears that began to spill over at the sight of him so hurt and vulnerable.

His hands gripped yours lightly, his touch grounding as he steadied your hands. “You’re alright. Just breathe,” he rasped as he attempted to comfort you, even in the state he was in. You squeezed his hand back, drawing strength from each other.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself before you opened your phone and put it on speaker beside him. As soon as you heard Cecilia’s voice, you calmed a little more and you were able to continue checking him over, despite the panic that still simmered beneath the surface.

You ran your hands over his body, your training coming back as your mind finally cleared. You apologised when your hands touched a particularly tender spot on his chest, knowing he’d likely cracked a rib or two. He groaned when you touched another spot on his ankle, but thankfully it didn’t feel broken.

Cecilia, ever the comforting figure in both of your lives, reassured you that Perry and Royal were both on their way in the truck as you helped Rhett sit up, finally reassured his injuries weren’t too serious. Still, you knew it wouldn’t stop you checking him over a little more thoroughly back at the house, knowing he wasn’t going to want to go to the hospital unless he absolutely had to.

Rhett reached his hand up and ran his thumb across your cheek as he wiped away a tear, still wanting to comfort you despite the face you knew he was in pain. “I’m alright,” he reassured, but you could see the pain etched into every line of his face and knew it was a lie.

As if sensing the pair of yours distress, Toro trotted closer to your side and nudged in between the pair of you.

Rhett laughed a little but groaned as the movement aggravated the pain in his ribs, “thanks for that bud.”

The horse nudged him again, still being gentle as if he knew Rhett was hurt and snorted.

“Alright bud, I’m okay. I promise. You’re not in trouble,” he reassured Toro, but you knew it was as much for you as it was for the horse. “I’m okay.”

It wasn’t long before you heard the familiar rumble of Royal’s truck as it approached. The door swung open before the vehicle had even come to a full stop as Perry ran over and Royal followed closely behind.

“Hey,” Royal called, his face etched with worry as he jogged over. “What happened?” he asked as he looked in between you and Rhett.

“Toro spooked and he hit the ground hard, think he’s got a couple of broken ribs and his ankle’s bust,” you explained, a little calmer now.

Rhett groaned, “‘m fine…,” he grumbled weakly.

“The hell you are,” Royal replied with the tone only a dad could muster.

Perry rested a hand on your shoulder in reassurance, “we’ll get him home. You go with Royal and I’ll bring Jupiter and Toro home,” he said quietly.

You nodded, still with Rhett’s hand tightly in your own and Toro close by, his large frame close enough, his warmth and presence an added comfort. Perry and Royal helped Rhett to his feet and towards the truck with you following close behind.

As they laid him carefully across the backseat, you climbed in beside him. Perry made his way back to the horses and climbed on Toro’s back and gathered Jupiter’s reins as he prepared to make his own way back. The cows would just have to stay where they were for now.

The drive back to the Abbott ranch felt like a blur. You kept your eyes on Rhett for the entire time and your hand never left his own. You knew you wouldn’t be able to rest fully until you’d checked him over thoroughly.

When you finally arrived back, Cecilia was waiting and helped you and Royal get Rhett inside, supporting him between the three of you as you made your way toward the living room.

With Rhett on the sofa, you sat on the coffee table opposite him, your forehead resting against his. You didn’t care if you cried anymore as a tear escaped down your cheek. “You scared the hell out of me, Abbott,” you whispered.

His fingers curled around yours, “I’m sorry, darlin,’ he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Cecilia returned, a few ice packs in hand and your rucksack filled with various nursing supplies. She helped you settle him, the ice packs over the various bumps and bruises you knew were going to come out more in the next few hours. You’d check him over and fix him up, but right now you were just happy to be together and to have him safe and home.

[cherrywitchgirl]

who wants to talk about rhett abott?? send in some asks!! 🥰

[lewmagoo]

i smile at the moon | rhett abbott

description: in which two wild souls become knit together as one

warnings: 18+ only, werewolves, violence, animals fighting, perry abbott slander, mentions of death, family drama, mentions of blood, smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex (basically a mating ritual lol), possessiveness, creampie, biting, scratching, all around animalistic themes

pairing: werewolf!rhett abott x f!werewolf!reader

notes: yeah so this started out as me wanting to write naughty werewolf smut and then it turned into a 10k+ word story complete with my own werewolf lore. thanks to @lovinglyeternal bc they basically created this monster by sending me a werewolf rhett concept. you are responsible for my insanity ;-)

He could smell you. 

Each inhale of your scent was intoxicating. Stronger and sweeter than anything he’d ever smelled before. Citrusy, in a way. Warm and spicy like a hot cider. 

All his life he’d been told that the scent of one’s mate was unique and indescribable. The most wonderful, appealing, all-consuming scent. Before he found you, he’d tried to imagine what it would smell like. His mama’s brown butter chocolate cookies, fresh out of the oven? Cotton candy, from the county fair? The comforting sweetness that hung in the air of his favorite childhood ice cream shop?

However, all of those scents paled in comparison to you. It hit him like a freight train the first time he met you. His knees went weak, his spine tingled as if he’d been struck by a bolt of white-hot lightning. It hit you just as hard, overwhelming your every sense. At that very moment, both of you knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you were made for each other. The Fates had brought you together and your bond would never be severed. 

You would never forget that first meeting in the woods. You were part of a neighboring pack. New to the region, having recently migrated from your old home because tensions between your pack and a rival one had grown to concerning levels. 

To avoid a full-blown war, your pack had moved out west, hoping to start fresh. And a fresh start was exactly what you found. But little did you know that it would also lead you to find the one you were destined for. 

You met him the day his pack came to make a formal introduction and welcome you to the region. The Northeast Wyoming pack was comprised of the Abbott family descendants. 

However, the pack was not as great as it had once been. What used to dominate the entire northeastern region of Wyoming had been reduced to a very small family of wolves. Royal, the alpha. His wife Cecelia. Their son, Perry; the eldest and next in line for alpha status, and their younger son, Rhett. Finally, there was Amy, Perry’s young daughter. 

Rumor had it Perry once had a wife, but she’d ultimately left the pack and chosen to become an omega. Or, so you’d heard. 

When you heard the pack was coming to welcome you to the area, you had no idea what to expect. These were potential allies, but if something went wrong, they could very quickly become your enemy. You hoped it wouldn’t come to that. You were tired of fighting and wanted nothing more than to finally enjoy a season of peace. 

Little did you know that you were about to meet the one you would mate with for life. 

They came at sunset, bearing gifts. Food for your table. Good bottles of wine. They even brought a few toys for some of the small children in your pack.

Cecelia did most of the talking. She was warm and friendly and gave you a hearty welcome, informing you that she was so happy to have new neighbors in the region, and was looking forward to rebuilding the community they’d lost over the years. 

Silently, you wondered why their pack was so small. Yours had nearly twenty members. Theirs had five. Perry had a child, an heir, already. Which left Rhett, the only one who hadn’t furthered the bloodline yet.

Of the whole family, he was the last one to arrive that night. Royal made an offhanded comment about him always being late, and how he was just being lazy. The comment rubbed you the wrong way. Especially since Rhett wasn’t even there to defend himself. You didn’t even know the man, but you already felt a strange sense of protectiveness toward him. 

Odd, you thought. But instead of dwelling on it, you simply turned and joined the rest of your pack, ready for the evening’s festivities to begin. 

Rhett arrived a little while later. A rickety old GMC Sierra pulled into the gravel driveway, and it caught your attention. You glanced over to see a young man climbing out of the driver’s side. You couldn’t quite see his face yet, but you could tell he was handsome. 

That’s when you caught it. The breeze blew in your direction, and a scent unlike anything you’d ever smelled before filled your entire being. Deep and musky, like pine and woodsmoke, yet sharp and fresh, like the air after a rainfall. 

It pulled the deepest of gasps from you, and you dropped the stack of plates you’d been carrying out of the house for the outdoor supper. You vaguely heard your mother calling your name, asking what was wrong, but you hardly registered it. Without another thought, your legs were moving of their own accord, carrying you straight for the brunette-haired man walking up the lane. 

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a figure quickly approaching. But that wasn’t what caught his attention. It was the scent. Sweet and spicy and delicious. He tensed, his eyes widening as his nostrils flared slightly. He’d never been hit with something so strong and irresistible. Suddenly his world was spinning off its axis as he realized what this meant. 

His heart began to pound in his chest. His palms grew clammy. His knees went weak. And then, suddenly, you were in front of him, eyes glowing yellow, bright as the sun, and he thought he was going to suffocate right then and there as the breath left his lungs. 

You weren’t sure who moved forward first. But all at once you were in each other’s space, like two lovers reunited after years apart. 

Rhett leaned in and pressed his nose to the side of your neck, breathing in deeply. You buried your face against his chest and inhaled sharply. This was customary for wolves. Especially ones mated to each other, to greet one another by taking in the other’s scent.

When you parted, you realized that his eyes were glowing, too. 

“It’s you,” he whispered, awestruck. His chest heaved. He could hardly take in oxygen. 

You barely knew what to do with yourself. You were so overwhelmed that all you could do was stare at him, drinking him in. The one you had dreamed of since you were small. Your hands lifted of their own accord, and you ran them over his face. Down his neck. Across his chest. Feeling that he was in fact real and that this wasn’t a dream. 

Then, when you found your voice, you breathlessly spoke. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.” 

Rhett finally found the breath he needed, and a disbelieving laugh brushed past his parted lips. He could hardly believe his eyes. Here you were, standing before him. The one he thought he’d never meet. He’d been certain that he was cursed to go through life without a mate. Yet here you were, standing in front of him, and an all-consuming sense of elation buzzed through him, like fizzy champagne in his veins.

You watched as he took a step back, his boots crunching against gravel as he threw his head back, face turned to the sky. He took a deep breath and let out a deep wolf howl, sounding through the wilderness. It echoed off the trees and it shook you to your core.

You couldn’t help the laughter that began to pour from your mouth. Laughter of disbelief. Laughter of joy. Laughter of love. “It’s you!” You repeated his own words from moments prior, still laughing, so happy you could barely contain it. 

He looked back at you, his eyes, back to a thrilling and human blue, framed by smile lines as he grinned at you. His howl had alerted the rest of your pack, and his own, and moments later, they were all gathering in the clearing to see what was going on.

You grabbed Rhett’s hand, holding it up high as your fingers intertwined. “I’ve found him!” You cried. “I’ve found my mate!”

That night, what had started as a friendly dinner between new neighbors turned into a celebration that lasted well into the night. It was a joyous occasion, to find one’s mate, deserving of an extravagant celebration. 

You swore you didn’t stop smiling for the entire night. The realization that in a moment of divine fate, you had met the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. Your soulmate. The half to your whole. Suddenly, all the strife that you’d gone to just to get to this point seemed all worth it. Because now, here was this beautiful man beside you, rugged but gentle, with kind eyes and a shy smile. And he was everything you’d dreamed he would be. 

Your families gave you time alone that night, and you walked beneath the light of the half moon, side by side, straying away from all the activity to find a quiet spot. 

You sat in a clearing in the woods and you talked for hours. You told Rhett all about your pack, and the unrest that had forced you to move all the way out here to Wyoming. You spoke of each pack member with such reverence and respect, and it sent a pang of envy through him. 

He revealed to you that he did not have the most positive relationship with his family. 

“We’ve, uh, we’ve been through some shit, the last few years. It’s put a strain on the pack. ‘specially my relationship with my brother.” He gazed out across the expanse of the woods, and in the silver light of the moon, you saw a sadness in his eyes. “His wife Rebecca left him and Amy. He didn’t take it very well.”

“That’s sad,” you whispered sympathetically. “Do you know why she left?”

Rhett’s eyes remained trained toward the distance, and you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed. “Don’t tell my folks I said this, but he ran ‘er off. I saw it comin’ from a mile away, but everybody else seemed blindsided when she wound up running for the hills.”

“Were they mates?” You questioned. 

“Nah. Perry said they were, but they weren’t. He didn’t want to wait to find his mate. Went against pack customs just so he could have Rebecca for his own. She went along with it at first. Even had a baby with him. But when I tell you I ain’t never seen a more unhappy woman in my life. She was a nice gal but she was fuckin’ miserable with my brother. Eventually it got so bad that she up and left. Didn’t even take Amy with her, that’s how bad things were,” he explained. 

Your eyes widened at the thought. You’d always been told that the bond between mama wolves and their pups was unmatched, running deeper than even the lowest depth of the sea. For one to just up and leave her baby was unheard of. It made you shudder to think just how terrible things must have been to push Rebecca away like that. 

You shook your head. “Poor Amy.”

Rhett hummed in agreement. “Her mama’s been gone a year now. She’s adapted okay, but she seems kinda lonely. Kids at school can’t relate to her because they ain’t wolves like she is.”

“I guess it really was fate that brought us here then, huh? All my little cousins will befriend her, she won’t have to worry about feeling as alone anymore.”

He smiled softly, glancing at you. “Sure am thankful to that Fate fella. I’ll have to thank him if I ever meet him face to face. Thank him for bringin’ you to me.”

It was your turn to smile, and you turned your face away, hiding the shy glimmer that lit up your eyes. But Rhett reached out, hooking his fingers under your chin and turning your face back toward him. “I know we’ve got some more formalities to go through before we’re joined together, but I want you to know that right here, right now, I’m pledgin’ myself to you and only you for the rest of my life.”

You closed your eyes, breathing in deeply again, letting his intoxicating scent wash over you once more. “And I pledge myself to you,” you replied. 

Your gaze remained fixed on his own, and his hand shifted, moving to cup your cheek. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back up to your own eyes, as if asking permission. You gave the tiniest of nods, and he leaned in, so close you could almost taste him. 

Until, suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded through the woods. You broke apart abruptly, and Rhett sighed, rising to his feet. “That would be my mama.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Guess we should head back then.”

And so you did, walking hand in hand back to the house. You knew from that moment on that everything was about the change. You would soon begin the ritual of preparing for your wedding, a formality in which your packs would be joined together through your matrimony. Everything you had been dreaming of for your entire life was finally coming true, and it all felt so close, yet so far. 

That night, after you bid goodnight to Rhett, you went to bed with a smile on your face and warmth in your heart. You fell asleep dreaming of the life you would lead together. A future that held many unspoken promises. A home of your own. A growing family that would carry on your bloodline, one of the greatest honors that could be bestowed upon a wolf. 

In the following weeks, much preparation was made. You began the process of getting to know Rhett, spending many nights going on walks, learning the inner workings of one another. And then came the week just before your wedding. A night on which the moon hung low and full-bellied in the sky. The night you shifted beneath the glow of that very moon, sharing the very special and intimate moment of transforming into your wolves.

Rhett’s wolf was deep brown, almost black, with the softest fur you’d ever felt. He was breathtaking, and as you shifted into your own wolf, you found yourself nuzzling into him, letting him know you were there, that you were with him until death did you part. 

And then, finally, your wedding day arrived. It was a beautifully warm day. The sun filtered through the trees and cast dapples of light all over, like rays of magic falling from the sky. You’d kept things simple, as wolf weddings normally were. A crown of flowers placed delicately upon your head. A simple, flowing dress. Bare feet so you could feel the forest floor beneath you.

You stood before Rhett, underneath the swaying leaves of a century-old weeping willow, where you spoke your vows to one another, and joined yourselves, and your packs, as one. 

As you pledged yourself to your mate, you wept tears of joy, and when he kissed you, so tenderly and reverently, you held onto him tightly, as if he might disappear if you let go. Now that you’d found him, you never wanted to let him go. 

“I’m yours,” he whispered against your mouth. 

“Forever,” you echoed. 

The celebration that followed was grand. Music and dancing, old folk tales told around a bonfire whose flames seemed to touch the very sky. It was the most wonderful night of your life, and nothing could steal your immense joy away. 

And so, your life together began. Your union brought your families together, and gave the Abbotts a sense of community that they had not previously had. Just as you’d hoped, Amy made friends with the young ones in your pack. Your parents developed a strong connection with Royal and Cecelia. The rest of your family was warm and welcoming. 

As you became integrated with the Abbotts, you made the decision to live on their property. Before you’d even met, Rhett had been in the process of converting the old barn loft into an apartment. It soon became a project that you worked to complete together. A home built with love, filled with love. 

Through that process, while you waited for the apartment to become livable, you took up residence in Rhett’s childhood bedroom. It was small, but it was comfortable, and it smelled like him, your favorite scent in the whole wide world, so you were content. 

Living in the house allowed you to grow closer to his mother, and especially to his niece Amy. Your heart ached for the little girl and all that she had been through. You longed to be a comfort to her if she needed it. And much to your utter joy, she took well to you. 

“I’m happy you’re mated to Uncle Rhett,” she told you in earnest. “I’ve never seen him smile so much before. I can tell he really loves you.”

Her words made your heart warm in your chest. “I’m happy, too,” you replied. 

The girl’s face fell a little as she looked down at the napkins she was folding for the dinner table. “I wish my mama and daddy had looked at each other like that.”

And in an instant, your heart was breaking in your chest. 

The absence of Rebecca Abbott weighed heavily on the entire family. Cecelia still held out hope that she would return. Royal liked to claim that she’d gone and “shacked up with a good-for-nothin’ lowlife.” Perry liked to insist she was going to come back any day and beg for his forgiveness. 

Rhett believed otherwise. “I don’t think she’d ever come back here in a million years. Either she found another pack, or she’s out there still runnin’ around as an omega,” he told you. 

Rhett’s belief that she wasn’t coming back, and Perry’s insistence that she was, often caused tension between the brothers. They both tried to remain civil for Amy’s sake, but it seemed that Perry was only growing more restless as time went on. 

He would get especially agitated just before the full moon. Which was natural for any wolf, but with him, it seemed to increase tenfold. And when his anger and bitterness reached its breaking point, he would take it out on whoever was in his path. Usually, it was Rhett. 

You would never forget the first time you witnessed him blow up at your husband in front of you. There was one thing you were certain of in that very moment: it was going to be the last time he ever did it. 

A perfectly quiet family dinner in the Abbott kitchen was disrupted when the conversation turned to Rebecca. It was Perry who brought her up, claiming that he was certain she would return soon, that he could feel it. 

It was very common for wolves to be able to feel when their mate was near. You always felt Rhett’s presence when you were apart, and it was that much stronger when you were together. 

However, you and Rhett both knew what utter bullshit it was for Perry to claim he could feel her when they weren’t even mates to begin with. And his comment pushed Rhett to react. 

“Quit sayin’ she’s gonna come back. You and I both know she won’t ever come back here again, Per.” The moment he said it, Rhett wished he could take the words back. Not because of his brother, but because of Amy. 

Her wide eyes flickered up from the plate that she’d been staring at. But instead of looking at Rhett, she looked at her father. 

“Is that true, Dad?” She asked, her voice small. 

Perry clenched his jaw as he glared at his brother. “Now look what you did. Got my daughter all upset.”

Rhett sighed. The child needed to hear the truth. “Look, Ames. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. Your mama isn’t coming back.”

Without so much as a warning, Perry shoved his plate away, which bumped his glass of water and sent it spilling across the table. You tensed beside Rhett, afraid of what was coming. 

“Perry!” Cecelia exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at her son’s outburst. 

He stood up from his chair, its wooden legs scraping against the linoleum. “What’d I fuckin’ tell you, Rhett? You’re really gonna upset a little girl like that and rip away the last shred of hope she had left?”

Rhett sighed deeply, shaking his head. “It’s better than you lyin’ to her about it.”

“Fuck you!” He shouted. “Ever since you brought this bitch into our home you’ve been subscribing to her fuckin’ ideals.” He motioned toward you. “She probably put you up to this, didn’t she? Told you to destroy what hope my daughter had left.”

At the derogatory comment directed at you, Rhett shot out of his seat, quick as lightning, his eyes glowing. You followed suit, immediately on the defensive. 

“Alright, enough!” Royal barked. But even his authoritative tone didn’t get the attention of his boys. 

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”

“It’s true! She’s fuckin’ changed you, man. Turned you into someone I don’t even recognize.”

“Yeah, she changed me! Into a better man! Which is more than I can say Rebecca ever did for you! Oh wait, that’s because she wasn’t even your mate to begin with!”

“Stop!” Amy cried, already in tears. “Just stop!”

But it was too late. Perry had been pushed over the edge, and before anyone could even register what was happening, he was lunging. Cecelia tried to grab him, but he was too quick, and in seconds, he was crowding Rhett’s space.

But he didn’t get very far. Much to your own surprise, you moved faster than you ever had in your life, placing yourself in front of your husband. Your body burned with the overwhelming desire to protect. Your eyes flashed yellow, and you bared your fangs, growling lowly. 

“Touch him and I’ll drop you right where you stand,” you snarled. 

Perry growled right back at you, his eyes going bright yellow to match your own. You knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if he made another move toward Rhett, you would go for his throat. 

“Dad, stop,” Amy spoke up. She got up from the table and ran to stand between you both. She let out a little growl of her own, entirely non-threatening, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t want to see her family fighting. “Please. Everyone just stop! I don’t want you to fight!”

“Listen to your daughter, Perry,” you spoke out. You could feel Rhett against your back, ready to act if need be. 

A beat passed. You held Perry’s gaze, unwilling to back down. Another beat. Then, finally, he surrendered, stepping back. He knew it wasn’t worth it. It was suicide to go up against another wolf’s mate. When it came to protecting what was yours you would fight to the death. Perry seemed to know he wouldn’t stand a chance. 

He had no idea what it was like. He’d never experienced that deep, primal, territorial need to protect. Not with Rebecca. He had it with Amy, but that was different. She was his child, it was natural to protect her. But he had no idea how deep the bonds of two truly mated wolves went. He couldn’t bond with Rebecca in that way because she’d never been his to begin with. 

Rather than fight a losing fight, Perry stalked away that night, leaving the rest of you in the kitchen to process what had just happened. And Amy, who remained in front of you until her father disappeared from the room, finally turned, and rushed into your arms. 

Your heart broke as she began to cry. “I’m sorry!” She whimpered, apologizing for her father’s behavior. 

It only made you angry, because it wasn’t fair that this 9-year-old little one had to apologize for him. You hated all she had been subjected to in her young age. And that was the moment you pledged to always look out for her. If her mama wasn’t going to do it, then you would. And you would do a damn good job of it, too. 

After that night, Perry steered clear of you. He seemed to realize that if he were to ever challenge you, you would kill him. No hesitation. He didn’t stand a chance. Rhett knew that you had his back, and you would always stand by him, even when faced with adversity brought upon him by his own family. 

That protectiveness was a two-way street. Rhett looked out for you just as fiercely as you did him. And while you were busy defending him against his brother, he was going to bat for you against other things. You would never forget the first time you saw him physically defend you. It was seared into your mind like a brand.

You were out on a hike with Amy. It was blackberry season, and she was desperate to pick them while they were perfectly ripe. Her grandmother was too busy with other gardening endeavors to go out into the woods to help her pick wild ones, so you offered to go instead. 

Before the heat of the day grew too overwhelming, the two of you set off, with you leaving a kiss against Rhett’s lips and a promise that you’d be back in time to join him for lunch later that day. Amy was so excited, babbling excitedly the entire hike up into the woods. 

She was fascinated by all things nature, and she knew the area like the back of her hand, so she was well aware of where the very best berries grew. She led you deeper and deeper into the woods until you came upon an entire gathering of sprawling blackberry bushes, ripe for the picking.

“See? I told ya!” She excitedly said, running on ahead of you, her tin bucket swinging in her hands. 

You couldn’t help but smile at her eagerness, quickening your steps so you could catch up with her. What followed was an hour-long blackberry picking process, and after the fact, that bucket was full to the brim with ripe, juicy berries. 

“Grandma’s gonna be so happy! She can make her blackberry preserves! And blackberry pie! And blackberry syrup for pancakes!” She spoke a mile a minute, informing you of all the ways the berries could be used, and how she couldn’t wait for you to try them all. 

However, you found yourself growing distracted when the wind carried a strange scent in your direction. You paused, lifting your head and breathing in deep. Something didn’t feel right. Amy noticed this, and she eyed you curiously. 

“What’s wrong?”

“I smell something,” you replied. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end. 

Amy turned, sniffing at the air. Then, suddenly, she gasped. “Cougar,” she said. 

You glanced around. You couldn’t see it, but you could tell the animal was close. You’d never had an encounter with a cougar. While you knew you could hold your own against an animal like that, having Amy in tow only made you nervous that the cougar would try to harm her. Surely it would be able to sense that you were wolves and not normal human beings. But maybe that would only make things worse. 

You wrapped your arm around Amy’s shoulders. “Let’s just go. Maybe it’ll leave us alone.”

But no sooner had you spoken than you heard a bone-chilling growl, and you turned, catching sight of a large cat just ahead of you. Your blood turned to ice in your veins, and on instinct, you pushed Amy behind you, keeping a hand on her as you slowly backed away.

You locked eyes with the cougar, flashing your golden irises, hoping that would be a deterrent. However, the cat only bared its fangs and crouched back on its haunches. Your heart began to hammer in your chest. There was no time to hesitate. 

“The second he jumps, I want you to run,” you told Amy.

“But I don’t wanna leave you!” She exclaimed, trembling with fear. 

“You can’t shift yet. You’re safer running than you are staying here with me,” you emphasized. Amy was just a baby, her wolf hadn’t even made its appearance yet, and even if it had, it would only be a pup. Not strong enough to fight a fully grown cougar. 

“But-” she never had a chance to finish the sentence, because in a flash, the cat was lunging at you. Amy let out a shrill scream that carried through the trees. 

On the Abbott ranch, Rhett’s head snapped up when he heard the scream. He had been hard at work trying to finish up the project of converting the old barn, but at the sound of his niece’s shriek, he dropped the tools he was holding. 

A shock of what felt like electricity rippled through him, and he grunted, realizing that you were in danger. Without a moment’s hesitation, he was running, hyper-focused on the area that the sound had come from. As he ran, his body shifted and transformed, until, moments later, he was no longer a man, but a sleek, black wolf, running fast as the wind. 

In the woods, you were preparing to fight for your life. You physically tossed Amy out of the way so that when the cat landed, it would hit you instead of her. You didn’t even have time to shift into your wolf. Or, rather, white-hot terror blossomed within you when you realized you couldn’t shift. 

Your fangs had elongated and your claws had come out, but your body remained in its human form. And when you realized this, it was too late. 200 pounds of muscle crashed into your chest, sending you back toward the forest floor.

You screamed, growling as threateningly as possible, but it didn’t seem to do much to scare the animal. You thought for certain that this was it, that you were going to die right then and there. But then, in a flash of black fur glinting in the sunlight, an earth-rattling roar ripped through the air, and in a split second, the cat was no longer on top of you.

Gasping sharply, you sat up, eyes wild as you took in the sight before you. There was Rhett in his wolf form, and he had the cougar by the neck. Beside you, Amy let out a sob as she scrambled toward you. You grabbed her, wrapping your arms protectively around her, turning her face away so she wouldn’t have to watch. 

The cat snarled and hissed, clawing at Rhett’s wolf, and it caught him on the side, at which he let out an agonized yelp that made you flinch. But he quickly regained dominance and in seconds, the cat let out an inhuman screech and quickly scrambled away from the wolf, turning to hiss once more before running off, wounded, into the woods, clearly realizing it was not going to win this fight.

Rhett followed after it to make sure it was long gone. In the meantime, Amy was crying against your chest. “Is it gone?!” She whimpered. 

You ran your fingers through her honey-colored hair, soothing her softly, even as your own body still trembled with fear. “Yes, baby. It’s gone.”

She sat upright, glancing around. “Where’s Uncle Rhett?!” Her voice was panicked, terrified.

But you didn’t have to reassure her, for seconds later, the wolf returned. Amy scrambled to her feet and ran to him, falling to her knees as she threw her arms around his neck. The wolf whined lowly as he nuzzled against the girl, sniffing at her to make sure she was unharmed. 

As you approached, he locked eyes with you, and you knelt beside Amy, reaching out to run your hand over his fur. You could tell he was hurt. The slash in his side from the cougar’s claws was bleeding crimson. But he wouldn’t rest until he saw you both to safety.

“Thank you,” you whispered, and he rested his head upon your shoulder before he finally pulled away. He pointed his head toward the trail home, wanting you to follow, and so you did. Amy gathered up her half-spilled bucket of berries, grabbed onto your hand, and followed Rhett’s wolf out of the woods and back toward the house. 

It was only after he made sure that you and Amy were safely returned home that he allowed himself to shift back to his human form. As Cecelia fussed over Amy, Rhett trotted after you into his bedroom upstairs, and as soon as the door was shut, his fur faded away, giving way to pale, smooth skin. Within moments, there was your husband kneeling bare before you, all signs of his animal form gone. 

“Baby,” you breathed, falling to your knees in front of him, reaching your hands up to hold his face. “You’re hurt.” The claw marks along his ribs looked even worse in his human form. 

He shook his head. “I’m fine. I’ll heal,” he replied. Then it was his turn to check you over for any harm. “Did that son’bitch hurt you?”

“I…I don’t think so. Just scared me, is all. I couldn’t shift, and by the time I realized that, it was on top of me.”

Rhett’s brow furrowed as he frowned, large hands coming up to rest against either side of your neck. “It’s ‘cause you were scared,” he whispered. “It’s happened to me before. I froze up, got so fuckin’ into my head that my wolf didn’t wanna come out.”

“Really?” You asked, a little relieved that you weren’t alone.

“Yeah. She’ll come out again, don’t you worry.”

You hummed in understanding, happy that Rhett knew exactly what you were dealing with, and that it was nothing to worry about. Then, the time for realization kicked in. The realization that it all could have been so much worse, and you were lucky that Rhett stepped in when he did. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, after you’d both finally stood, allowing Rhett to gather a clean set of clothes. “I feel so fucking useless, not being able to protect Amy the way I needed to. I hate that I froze up. I’m just so relieved you heard us and got to us in time.”

Rhett shook his head, stepping toward you as he finished pulling on his jeans. String fingers tilted your chin up. “You did your best in a fuckin’ scary situation. Hell, you were ready to sacrifice yourself so Amy would be safe. That’s not you bein’ useless. You protected her just like any mama wolf would protect her pup.”

His words brought unexpected tears to your eyes. When he saw them glimmering along your lash line, he smiled softly, thumb stroking over your cheek. “You did good, little wolf.”

The nickname, which he’d dubbed you after the first few weeks of knowing you, made you smile, despite the tears running down your cheeks. 

After that encounter, it seemed that your bond only deepened. You grew even closer than before, your hearts knit together by an unbreakable invisible force. And as your love blossomed and flourished, you crossed the threshold of new milestones together. 

One of those milestones was finally moving into the old barn that you’d been renovating together. It had gone from a barebones wooden shell to a cozy home with room for your family to grow. It allowed you to still remain near the rest of your combined pack, but also gave you a haven of privacy. Gone were the days of sharing his childhood bedroom and trying to stay quiet while in a house full of wolves with keen hearing. Now you had your own space to do whatever you pleased together. 

Although moving into your own space was a very big milestone for you, it was nothing compared to what was coming your way. 

There was a very special and celebrated time that took place between werewolf couples. Much like regular wolves, werewolves had a mating season. The first season shared between mates was pivotal in their relationship. 

You and Rhett had yet to experience that season yet. On your own, you had endured heats before. It was only a natural occurrence. But you had heard that the heat you experienced on your own was nothing compared to that first one you would experience with your mate. 

Secretly, in your own mind, you had fantasized about what it might be like. You were already insatiable enough as it was during heat. The thought of it being increased tenfold was unimaginable for you. 

You knew the pattern of your cycle. It was easy to follow. You would enter into heat twice a year. Once in the springtime, and once in autumn. Each time it would last around 7 to 14 days. 

Your marriage to Rhett took place in early summertime. Which meant, along with the changing of leaves and the cooling of the air, you would soon be entering into that heat stage. You knew it was coming. It was marked in red on your calendar. 

You were nervous, to say the least. While you were eager to experience it with him, it was all so new. Sex was not a foreign concept between the two of you. You’d had it plenty of times since your marriage. But this was different. This was a primal, instinctual ritual. One that could potentially result in your bloodline being continued. 

You were entirely unprepared for just how intense it would be. As the season turned, your body prepared itself for another cycle. It started subtly at first, but soon grew into so much more. 

Possessiveness and protectiveness over your mate was the first thing you noticed, increased even more so than usual. That possessive streak reared its ugly head when an unsuspecting human girl tried to flirt with Rhett. You found yourself pulling him against your side and quite literally growling at her. It was not your proudest moment, but you could not control the wolf inside you. She did what she wanted. 

The protectiveness came when anyone disrespected him. It didn’t matter who. Although Perry generally tried to steer clear of running his mouth at Rhett in your presence, there were times when he slipped up. And this time around, you found yourself with your claws at his throat when he made a comment under his breath. 

“Say it again,” you hissed, baring your sharp canines. “Go on, say it!”

It took both Rhett and Royal to pull you off of him. That instance, however, you were not sorry for. You would never be ashamed of defending your husband. 

Soon, the irritability and possessiveness melted away into something else. Your every sense was heightened. Your already keen wolf senses were increased to the point where you could hardly even bear it. 

And then came the desire. 

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for how all-consuming it would be. It hit you like a freight train, slamming into your body and sending you into orbit. It started as a dull ache that very quickly began to spread throughout your body. 

The first day you woke up with it, you were animalistic. It drove you out of your slumber and sent you shooting upright in bed, growling as you pressed your hands against your lower abdomen, where the ache had settled. 

Much to your utter dismay, Rhett was not in bed beside you. He was more than aware about your approaching heat, and he tried to spend as much time with you as he could. But that morning, his father had called him out of bed at an ungodly hour to handle an issue with an injured calf. That took him away from you, and when you discovered he was gone, you let out a pained yowl, curling into a ball. 

“Rhett!” You desperately cried out, hoping he was still nearby. But you were met with no answer. 

Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed, and you gasped sharply, placing a hand over your mouth when you realized that your need had soaked straight through the panties you’d worn to bed. They weren’t just damp. They were drenched. 

When you stood, your knees almost buckled, and your hand shot out to steady yourself against the bedpost. “Holy fuck,” you whimpered. You had never in your life felt such a sensation. 

It was an ache so strong that there were no words to describe it. An agony that was not quite painful, but maddening nonetheless. And there was only one way to soothe it. Rhett was the only one capable of easing the burning fire. The only one who could act as a soothing salve. But he was nowhere to be found. 

How could he just leave? In your agitated state it only served to upset you all the more. He knew you were coming up on your heat. He knew you needed him. How could he leave you all alone to deal with it?

Of course, he hadn’t done it on purpose. That morning when he’d woken before the sun, he could smell you. Your scent had increased, its spicy sweetness making his head spin. But he knew how Royal would get if he refused to help his father with the issue at hand, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with the man’s contrariness. 

Leaving you in bed that morning had been incredibly difficult. But he left with the hope that this project wouldn’t take long, and he’d be back with you before you ever woke up. 

But that was four hours ago, and he was still dealing with an injured calf, a distressed mama cow, and one irritated Royal Abbott. The situation had given Rhett a distraction, but back at home, you had none. 

You swiped your phone off of your nightstand with the intent of calling him to see where he was. However, when you dialed, you were alerted to the sound of ringing coming from his own nightstand. He’d left his phone at home. 

You growled in frustration, tossing your phone onto the bed, just as another surge of molten need vibrated through you, sending you to your knees. Your body trembled, and the intensity was so great that you could feel yourself beginning to shift. 

Your claws lengthened from your fingers, ripping shreds into the side of the duvet as you held onto the mattress for support. You felt out of control, and it was a scary feeling. You hadn’t felt this way since your first full moon, and even that wasn’t comparable to how intense it was now. 

The full moon didn’t leave an agonizing ache in your cunt like this. No, this was solely the result of your body’s natural drive to mate. But how on earth were you meant to do that if the one you were mated to wasn’t even here?

Tears welled in your eyes, and you forced yourself to rage deep, ragged breaths. Maybe if you could just get to the bathroom, you could put yourself under a cold shower and hopefully snap yourself out of this feverish state. 

You stood on unsteady legs and stumbled toward the steps, which you rushed down until you made it to the main floor area below the loft. You burst into the bathroom and immediately turned on the shower to a cold spray, stripping out of your shirt and panties and jumping in. 

You hissed as the chilly water enveloped you, cascading down your heated skin. It provided a small amount of relief, but it didn’t take the discomfort away completely. 

You knew that you couldn’t relieve the ache yourself, but that didn’t stop you from trying. You reached a trembling hand between your thighs, running your fingers over your center, your legs nearly giving out as you brushed against your swollen, thrumming clit. 

You let out a sharp whimper and jolted forward. You tried to soothe your need to be filled by using your fingers, but they were nothing compared to Rhett. His fingers, his cock. They didn’t reach that spot inside you that made you see stars. You were left feeling unsatisfied and even needier than before. 

In frustration, you leaned back against the shower walls squeezing your eyes shut and trying to steady your breathing. You imagined this was how wolves felt in the wild. You hardly felt like you could exercise your human control anymore. You’d heard of werewolves shifting permanently into their wolf bodies and giving in to their wild nature. It didn’t seem that far-fetched that it could happen to you. 

In the midst of your plight, Rhett had just looked at the sky and realized that the sun’s placement must mean it was nearly 10 o’clock in the morning. His eyes widened. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed since he’d left early that morning, but it had been almost five hours. He knew you were awake by now, and probably desperate as all get out. 

He patted his jeans for his phone, but found his pockets empty. And then he remembered, he’d accidentally left it behind that morning. “Shit,” he cursed. He snatched up his Carhartt jacket that he had draped over one of the stall doors. “Dad, I gotta go,” he called out to his father.

“Hang on,” Royal replied, but Rhett shook his head, already halfway out the barn door.

“M’ wife needs me, I gotta get back. Ask Per for help if you need it.” And then he was gone, scrambling out into the cool October morning. His mind was spinning as he pictured you home alone. You were likely at your wit's end. 

Sure enough, when he finally made it to the house, it was your scent that nearly knocked him flat on his ass as he walked through the door. He grunted as if he’d been kicked in the gut, stumbling back against the wooden door. 

His every sense was overwhelmed by you. Deep, spicy, sweet. Irresistible and divine, all at once. His heart rate began to quicken in his chest, and he gasped as he straightened, hastily kicking his boots off by the door. “Little wolf?!” He called out.

At the sound of his voice, a sob of relief tore from you. You had just climbed out of your cold shower, towel wrapped around your body. “Rhett!” You wailed, your voice coming out as a desperate, animalistic yowl. 

He knew exactly where you were, he could hear the pounding of your heart, the shallowness of your breath. He was drawn straight to you like a moth to flame, and within seconds, he was at the bathroom door, just as you flung it open.

“Rhett!” You wailed again, throwing yourself into his arms as sobs wracked your body. “Wh-where were yo-you?! I needed you and you were gone! Why did you leave me?” 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. Dad needed help and I didn’t think I’d be gone that long, but that was five fuckin’ hours ago. I’m sorry.”

You clutched at his shirt, and he gasped when he heard a rip, only to find that your claws had torn through the fabric of his flannel. “Shit, okay, hold on,” he told you, pulling you back to look fully into your face. Your skin was damp, but it wasn’t from the shower you’d just taken. You were sweaty but also hot to the touch, as if you had a high fever. 

Your eyes were glowing gold, and through your parted lips he could see your fangs. And oh, how you trembled. So much so that he had to hold you steady so you didn’t fall. “Please,” you whimpered, “it hurts so bad, please, I-I can’t take it anymore! I feel like I’m on fucking fire!”

Rhett was overwhelmed. You smelled so good, like the natural scent that had drawn him to you when you first became mates. But there was something else, something that could only be described as sex. It felt like it was altering his very brain chemistry.

Then he growled, deep and low in his throat, and pressed his nose to your neck, breathing in deep before he began trailing lower, in search of the source. He ripped your towel away from your body and nuzzled at you until he finally stopped between your thighs, pressing his nose against your cunt and inhaling. 

You gazed down at him, and his own eyes flashed yellow to match yours. Possessively, he nipped at your inner thigh. “I’m here now, little wolf,” he assured you, “I’ll take care of you.”

“Please,” you sobbed, “I can’t…I don’t know if I can…” but the words died in your throat. 

He straightened back up, leaning in to kiss you deeply as he quickly shrugged out of his shirt, tossing it aside before you reached for his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but quickly growing tearful and frustrated. He shushed you with another kiss and unbuckled the belt himself, shoving his jeans and underwear down his legs all at once, freeing his already hardening cock. 

As soon as you saw it, you mewled, dropping to your knees and rubbing your face against the velvety skin. Rhett grunted, his head spinning at the sight of you nuzzling your cheek against his dick. You were so far gone, and it was dizzying to him. 

“Need it so bad,” you whined, kitten licking the tip as the shaft hardened. “Need it so deep inside me.”

“I’m gonna give it to you, promise,” he rasped. Then he hauled you to your feet, with the intention of pulling you up to your bedroom in the loft, but you never made it. You couldn’t wait another second, and in a flurry of desperation, you grabbed onto him, tugging him hard and sending you both to the floor. 

He landed on his back as you climbed on top of him, but in true wolf fashion, he snarled, wrestling you until you were the one lying on your back on the floor. In this way, he showed his dominance over you, securing his right to be your mate.

“Gettin’ big for your britches, little wolf,” he muttered as he ran his nose over your flesh, inhaling you. You had very quickly turned to putty in his hands, especially when you felt his cock against your inner thigh.

“Need it! I need it, please! Please, please, please!” You wept, entirely forgetting your little fight for dominance that had taken place moments earlier. The ache between your legs had increased all the more. A throbbing, burning, crushing ache that made you feel like you were suffocating, as if you’d die if you didn’t become one with him in the next few seconds. 

Rhett looked down and he saw why you were so desperate. Your cunt was puffy, and with the sunlight that was streaming in through the windows, he could see how wet it was. You’d only been on the floor for a few moments but your arousal had already dripped down onto the hardwood. “Oh my god,” he whispered in amazement. 

He couldn’t contain himself if he tried. He placed his hands on the floor, at either side of your head, and nudged his hips forward. When you felt the blunt head of his cock against you, you whimpered. It burned, it burned, it burned. Until, suddenly…

“Oh!” He was inside you in one fluid motion. Every last inch of him, filling you to the brim, fitting inside you like he was created to. Because he was. You were two unique souls made perfectly for each other. 

“I’ve got ya, sweet baby. I’ve got ya,” he assured you as you whimpered and whined at the fullness. 

And suddenly, all at once, that terrible, gnawing ache began to fade. It felt like a healing salve to a grave wound. You gasped, your eyes widening as you gazed up at your husband. “Rhett,” you squeaked.

“I know.”

Tears filled your eyes as you finally felt relief for the first time that day. Those same tears began to track down the sides of your face, and you couldn’t help but let out a breathless sob. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and clung to him as he began to slowly move. 

With each push and pull of his cock within you, your body reacted accordingly, providing you with even more lubricant until he was moaning, gasping at the feeling. “Shit, darlin’, you’re dribblin’ all over me.”

“S-sorry,” you peeped, squeezing your eyes shut. “Ca-can’t help it. Feels too good. Feels…oh, feels so fucking…good…”

You threw your head back as he built a rhythm, slow at first, but the pace soon quickened. Back and forth, faster and faster, until it could only be described as rutting. You felt so fucking full, and he kept you that way, barely pulling his hips back, instead fucking you in a pulsing motion. It was too much and not enough. You started to grow desperate again. The ache was gone, but it had been replaced with molten heat, as if your insides were melting. 

“Harder, harder, harder!” You cried out.

He obliged, grunting laboriously as he drove into you harder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close as he plunged his cock into you repeatedly. The sounds escaping both of you were animalistic. Growls and snarls and hisses, the wild animals caged within you trying to claw their way to the surface. 

He was so deep inside you, every ridge and vein of his cock creating such divine friction within you that it felt like you were being burned alive in the most wonderful, indescribable way. 

Your claws dug into the tender flesh of his back, and he gnarled, snapping his teeth at you, but not in a threatening way. He nuzzled into your neck, the sharp tips of those fangs pressing against your pulse point, and you whined, leaning into the pleasurable pain. 

His teeth drew blood, and as soon as the crimson blossomed against your skin, he used his tongue to soothe over it, licking up your lifeblood. The bite mark healed quickly, as injuries normally did, but you could still feel the sting even after it was gone. 

And then, something else happened. It was common for werewolves to shift partially, where their eyes, fangs, and claws became visible. But it was also common for them to grow a little in stature, too. 

You could feel it. His muscles rippled beneath your touch, expanding. His shoulders grew broader. And something else, grew, too. When you felt it, you let out a wolfish yip, jolting against him as his cock swelled within your cunt.

“R-Rhett,” you squeaked, and he shushed you, kissing you languidly.

“You’re okay, little wolf. Feels good, don’t it?”

You managed to nod despite yourself. Your tears kept falling and they wouldn’t stop. But they weren’t tears of pain. Quite the contrary. It didn’t matter that he was growing inside you. Your body was designed to accommodate it. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable, and it sent an intense shudder through your body.

You screwed your eyes shut and mewled as he kept rutting into you, stretching you, filling you, completing you. This felt right. This felt good. This felt like the most natural thing in the world. And it was. Your bodies were joined as one. One force, one soul, one heart. 

“You feel so good,” you repeated yourself, unashamed of the tears still streaming down your cheeks. “So good, so good, so good.”

His hips quickened within you. His hands remained at either side of your head, and you could hear his claws gouging into the hardwood. He’d be pissed about that mark later, but right now, he couldn’t be bothered to care. Nothing else mattered but this. Fulfilling this natural, primal, raw desire to claim, and be claimed. 

The intensity mounted, like a kettle beginning to boil. You held onto him so tightly, encouraging him to go deeper, faster, harder. And he did, until it felt like he was fucking you into the floor. 

He leaned back to watch you, admiring the way your eyes rolled back in your head, the way you shuddered so powerfully, as if you’d just been struck with a bolt of lightning. It felt like you had, because each nudge of his cock in your slick walls sent sparks surging through your core. 

His eyes flickered further down, to the place where your bodies met. Where your cunt clasped him in a vice grip. “Takin’ me so well,” he gruffed, at which you whimpered. Then, you felt his big, warm hand splaying against your lower abdomen. “Gon’ fill you up, little wolf.”

“Please,” you squeaked. 

“Yeah?” He leaned in close, and you opened your eyes, finding golden irises gazing back at you. “Yeah? Want me to get you full of me? Take all my seed like you were made to?”

You cried out, jolting against you when he thrust forward particularly hard, sending your body vibrating with ecstasy. “Need it so bad!” You practically shrieked.

“I’ll give it all to you. Get this pretty tummy nice an’ round. Full of my pups.”

At his words, your entire world tilted on its axis. Your brain went blank with white-hot pleasure. All you knew was “yes, yes, yes!” That was what you wanted. That was what your body was begging for. To mate. To be bred. 

Rhett kissed you again, swallowing your babbled pleas. You felt as if you were not of your body. Like you were floating over yourself, watching your husband fuck you. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before.

Your body shook and shivered. Your eyes rolled back in your skull. You couldn’t speak. You could hardly breathe. It was immeasurable. Indescribable. You were certain you were going to pass out from the ecstasy. It surged through you from head to toe, sizzling and sparking, illuminating the very edges of your soul, sending you into orbit.

You swore you did black out for a moment. How was it possible that something could feel this good? You had experienced all-consuming pleasure before, multiple times. Rhett was a generous lover who always made you see stars when he fucked you. But this was different. This was mind-bending, soul-shattering, earth-shaking.

You didn’t realize you were repeatedly chanting his name. It left your lips like a prayer, breathlessly whispered up to the heavens. He spoke to you, but you couldn’t hear him. You were deafened by searing pleasure, ringing in your ears, rattling your very bones to their marrow. 

You barely registered his mouth at your neck again, teeth nipping into tender flesh. All you knew was that you were existing on an otherworldly plane. And then you felt it. That flame that had been burning inside you was growing. Hotter, bigger, more intense.

Rhett could feel it. You were trembling uncontrollably, body convulsing as if you’d been struck by raw electricity. Your cunt kept pulsing around him, tightening so intensely that he almost struggled to move within you. 

“Let go,” he rasped, knowing that he, too, was nearing his end. He could feel it, crackling to life at the base of his spine, thrumming within his heavy, aching balls. He was driven by his need to fill you with his very essence. 

“I-I’m c-co-” but you couldn’t speak. The words wouldn’t come. They were impossible. So you simply cried and wailed beneath him, so certain you were about to burst into flames, reduced to nothing but ash.

But you didn’t burst into a fiery inferno. Instead, every nerve, every neuron, every atom of your body was consumed with something you could never, ever describe with mere mortal words. 

Your eyes went wide as you locked your gaze with Rhett’s. Mouth open, chest pressing into his as you jerked forward. And then it hit you. Hard, deep, stretching over every inch of your body. You let out a carnal howl, which surely echoed for miles outside of your home. 

You fell apart around your husband’s cock, keening, sobbing, consumed by blazing euphoria. You felt as if you were part of the universe, an explosion of blazing stars, scattered brilliantly across the universe in a blinding, breathtaking array.

You thought it would end, but it didn’t. Your eyes flew open when you realized you were still coming. “Rhett!” You shrieked. “I-I c-ca-can’t stop!”

His mouth fell open as he gasped sharply, grunting as your body continued to undulate beneath him. But he couldn’t reply, for suddenly, he was overcome. His own release rushed through him in an overwhelming surge, and his grunt turned into a yowl. The heat of his release flooded the very core of your being, filling you until it spilled out around the edges of his cock, dripping down to the floor beneath you.

It took what felt like an eternity for you both to come back to yourselves. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but once Rhett regained feeling in his extremities, he gingerly lifted himself from where his body had fallen against your own.

His eyes were back to their familiar human blue, so brilliant and comforting all at once. His face was soft with concern, and he lifted his hand to gently stroke your tear-dampened cheek. “Y’ okay, little wolf?” He asked. 

You couldn’t find your voice, so you simply nodded, sniffling softly. He soothed you, leaning in close to kiss you deeply. “That was…fuck, that was a lot,” he continued on. 

“I-I know,” you whispered, barely audible. 

Gently, he eased his cock out of you, and you let out a heartbreaking cry at the emptiness. One that he soothed with another kiss. He brought his hand down between your legs, cupping your dripping cunt, soothing any pain he might’ve caused. But you weren’t in pain. Far from it. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here. Got a call from Dad this mornin’ about a calf that got hurt, had to go deal with that and it took all fuckin’ mornin’, and by the time I realized what time it was, it was too late. I know I shouldn't ‘ve left you all alone like that, and I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, reaching up to cup his cheek. “It’s okay. When I was crying at you about it I…I don’t think I was in my right mind. I’ve never felt like that in my entire life. Felt like I could crawl out of my own skin. Hurt so bad, I needed you somethin’ fierce. I’ve had heats before but nothing could ever compare to this.”

Rhett hummed, lifting his own hand to place over the one you’d rested on his cheek. “From now on, I ain’t leavin’ you. Don’t want you goin’ through that alone again. I’ll stay with you until it’s over.”

You nodded. “I’d like that.”

You spent a few more moments on the floor, catching your breath and processing what had just taken place. Rhett glanced at the claw marks he’d left in the hardwood and groaned in annoyance. “Next time you wanna fuck like animals, let’s do it in bed, where I can’t mess up the woodwork I broke my back tryin’ to get perfect,” he grumbled.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Noted,” you said. 

You allowed him to help you up off the floor, and he pulled you to him, naked bodies pressed together. His gaze grew serious. “I love you, little wolf. I’m gonna take good care of you while you go through this, alright? Don’t want my darlin’ sufferin’ on my watch.”

You beamed at him and bumped your nose against his. “I know you will. You always do.”

Again, he kissed you, and then he guided you back to the bathroom from whence you’d come. There, you showered together, cleansing yourselves of your previous activities. For the time being, you were sated, and that terrible, gnawing ache was gone. What followed was this strange sort of floating feeling. Your bodies were producing special pheromones which intensified the bonding process immediately following sex. 

You felt so connected to Rhett, even more so than you ever had before. It was a little overwhelming. After your shower, you refused to part from one another. You stayed close, curling up in bed for a little rest after such an exhausting morning. Rhett lovingly wrapped you in his embrace, your still bare bodies intertwined. 

He traced patterns on your skin with his fingertips and told you all the things he loved about you. He confessed how grateful he was that you were his mate, and how he’d been lost before he met you. You spoke of your future together and what it might entail. Including the little ones you might add to your family if the Fates smiled down upon you.

You connected on an entirely new level, and it only served to knit your hearts closer together. And then, you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, cuddled in each other’s embrace.

But your body would soon wake you again, and you would be reacquainted with that all too familiar ache. This time, however, Rhett was with you. You found yourself whimpering, crying for him as you shook him awake. 

He remained perfectly calm as he soothed you, kissing you so lovingly as he arranged your body into position. Slowly, steadily, he eased himself into you again, joining your bodies as one. 

“You’re okay, little wolf. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

And you knew he would.

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[writingdumpster]

sinner

Rhett Abott x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, religious language (idk you see the title and summary), daddy! kink, fem receiving oral, ass play, fingering, p in v, squirting, cum eating, praise kink, dom/sub dynamics

summary: Rhett convinces you to stay home from church since you don't have any sins to pray for. He insists you've got to make some.

word count: 2k

It was an early Sunday morning. The sky was blue and the birds were chirping. You were in bed with Rhett. Sunlight was peeking through your curtains when you glanced at the clock. It was 8:24. You barely had 20 minutes to get ready for church. You climbed out of bed quickly. Rhett opened his eyes upon feeling you leave his arms. 

“Where’re you going, darlin?” Rhett murmured. His voice was low and gravely as it always was in the morning. 

“Church,” you said. He groaned. 

“Don’t leave me just to go to church,” Rhett whined. He was gazing at you as you removed your pajamas. You ignored him. You had this argument with him any Sunday he stayed at your place. He always wanted you to stay, but you had a duty. You had one to Rhett as well, but to put him before God was a sin. 

“You could come with me,” you offered. 

“Can’t do the things I wanna do to you in a church, honey,” he teased as you pulled on a pair of underwear. 

“Keep your mind out of the gutter, cowboy. It’s the lord’s day,” you said. Rhett sighed. 

“What’s the point in going to church if you don’t have sins to pray for, sweet girl?” Rhett called cheekily. 

“I can pray for all your sins,” you teased. “Lord knows there’s plenty.” Rhett fell quiet. You continued  “Besides I told Cecilia I’d go shopping with her afterwards, so I’ve got to go.” 

Rhett’s hands were on your waist suddenly. He was pulling you back against his bare chest, still clad only in his thin cotton boxers. He leaned over your shoulder, lips brushing over the crest of your ear. 

“Stay. You can make up an excuse, darlin,” you said. 

“Lying is a sin, Rhett,” you told him. He ignored you. 

“Why don’t I call my mom and say ‘y/n woke up with the flu?’” Rhett suggested. 

“That’s lying, Rhett,” you reminded him. 

“C’mon, darlin.” His voice was smooth and low. “Let me worship you today,” he said as his hands landed on you again, gently moving up your body till he was cupping your breasts. He gave them a squeeze before holding your cheeks in his hands. 

“That’s definitely a sin, Rhett,” you chided, though your composure was falling away as his hands continued drawing trails all over your body. You were clad only in a bra and underwear, as Rhett had been interrupting your dressing efforts.

“Good,” he said. “Don’t have nothin to pray for now. You’re just my sweet little angel. You never do me wrong,” Rhett cooed. You moaned at the praise and Rhett grinned. He had you. You weren’t going anywhere. 

“Rhett, please,” you whimpered. With a few sweet words and the right nickname Rhett could turn you into a puddle. 

“‘Please’ what?” He mimicked you.

“Please…don’t tease me,” you begged. 

“Tease you?” Rhett taunted. “Now you want to be a sinner?” You nodded. “Say it, angel.” He ordered. “Tell me you’re a sinner.” 

“I’m a sinner, daddy,” you whimpered. Rhett smirked.

“Tell me your sins,” he ordered. 

“Lust,” you confessed. Rhett grinned. 

“Who do you lust for, darlin?” Rhett pushed. 

“For you, daddy. Always you,” you said, your voice dripping with desperation. 

“And what do you want me to do to you, hmm?” His voice was low and his lips trailed over your neck, just barely brushing the sensitive skin there. 

“Touch me, daddy. Please.” Your voice was wavering as you tried to maintain your composure. 

“Where, angel?” He asked you. You whined. You were always embarrassed to say your fantasies out loud, but Rhett always knew how to drag them out of you. He loved the way your cheeks would burn when you were finally able to spit out what you wanted from him. 

“I…I want you to kiss me first,” you managed. Rhett hummed. 

“Then what?” He asked. 

“Kiss, Rhett. Please,” you begged needily. Rhett smirked. He raised his lips from your neck to press them to yours. His hands gripped your waist tightly, pulling you flush against him. His skin was warm on yours and you could feel the hard muscle of his chest against your body. His kiss was warm and rough, just like him. You could smell the remnants of Rhett’s soap and your fingers tangled themselves in the hair at the back of his neck. You parted your lips, hoping he would indulge you and moaned in appreciation when he slid his tongue into your mouth. He pulled away slowly, leaning back in for one last tender kiss. Then he pushed your body away from you and looked at you with a smirk. 

“What next, baby?” Rhett asked. You whimpered. “C’mon, darlin. Don’t be shy,” he encouraged. 

“Daddy, please,” you whined. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes as you reached out for him again, but Rhett held you at a distance. 

“You’re not gettin off that easy, angel,” Rhett said. “Tell me what you want.” You pouted and Rhett pouted right back at you to tease you. You sighed. 

“Want you to eat my pussy,” you whispered. 

“Say it louder,” he called. 

“Rhettt,” you whined. 

“If you wanna sin, you better confess to ‘em, angel,” he told you. You huffed. 

“I want you to eat my pussy, daddy,” you said firmly. Rhett grinned. 

“Good girl,” he praised. “Get on the bed.” You quickly hopped back onto the bed and turned onto your back. “Uh-uh, babydoll. On your knees.” You let out a small gasp but quickly followed his instructions. You settled onto your hands and knees and looked over your shoulder as Rhett climbed onto the bed. He was clad in only his plaid boxers which were doing a poor job of covering up how hard he was for you. He settled behind you tugging your underwear down so they were pooled around your knees. He grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them wide for himself. 

“Stop teasing, please. I need you,” you whined. Rhett looked down at your pussy–his sacred prize. He watched as a thick drop of your cum slid out of your pussy and onto the sheets beneath you. Rhett moaned. 

“Fuuck, baby,” Rhett groaned. “You’re dripping. Literally.” You whined and shook your ass a bit, trying to entice him to give you what you wanted. 

“Please, daddy,” you whined. “I need your mouth.” 

“Alright, babydoll. I’ve made you wait long enough.” Suddenly you felt his warm soft tongue sliding through your folds, the tip of his tongue brushing against your clit. 

“Ohhhhh, fuuuck, daddy” you moaned lowly. Rhett chuckled against you, the vibrations pulling another dramatic whine from you. He flicked his tongue up into your dripping center, exploring the depths of your warm pussy as if it were the first time. He drank up your wetness until he was satisfied and then returned his attention to your clit. You whined as he moved the tip of his tongue quickly against the most sensitive part of your body. You were whining and moaning, lost in pleasure. Then you felt Rhett’s thumb prodding into your asshole. 

“Mmmmh, fuck, more, please!” You cried, giving him permission to move further. He pushed his thumb against your asshole, just applying pressure. It was firm, but he hadn’t slipped into you yet. He would be the first man to do it. He knew that. He was savoring every moment of this. His hand was spread out across your right ass cheek, pulling it open so his thumb could reach your asshole. Rhett began moving his thumb in small circles against your tight hole. He would push a bit father into you every now and then, but hadn’t breached the rim yet. His tongue was still moving against your pussy and you hadn’t closed your mouth in what felt like hours. 

Suddenly his thumb was pressing harder into you, and then it happened. He slipped the tip of his thumb past your rim and the moan you let out was holy to Rhett’s ears. 

“Fuck! Rhett!” You screamed. Rhett moaned back to you, earning another moan as the vibrations hit your clit. He began pushing his thumb further into you, slowly but surely opening you up. He leaned away from your pussy so he could watch as his thumb slid into you all the way to the knuckle. You were panting and gasping, unable to catch your breath. 

“Fuck, angel,” Rhett moaned. “That’s so fucking hot.” He began slowly pulling his thumb out of you, and you whimpered as you felt him move inside you. He got almost to the tip of his thumb before slowly thrusting it back into you. 

“I’m gonna come, Rhett,” you whimpered. 

“Go ahead, sweet girl. You earned it.” With his last bit of praise you let out a deep groan as you came undone. Rhett reached up with his other hand and slid two fingers into you, pumping them up against your wall roughly. He could feel his own thumb pushing against the wall of your pussy and he groaned sinfully. You pulsed around his thumb and fingers as you came, wetness dripping from your pussy. Your arms fell from beneath you, your face pushing into the pillow beneath you. Rhett pulled his fingers from your pussy and you gasped. He kissed the smooth skin of your ass. Then he carefully pulled his thumb out of you. You whimpered as your muscles stretched back closed, no longer having to accommodate his thick finger. You were trying to catch your breath when Rhett grabbed you, flipping you over onto your back. He crawled back up till he was even with you and leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face. 

“Doing alright, angel?” Rhett asked. 

“Mmhmm,” you hummed happily. “Want your cock now, daddy. Want it inside me.” Rhett grinned at your eagerness. 

“Okay, babydoll. You always get what you want, don’t you?” He pulled your underwear fully off your legs before discarding his as well. He took up a steady pace–enough to have you whimpering without pushing you over the edge. 

“Faster, daddy,” you begged. Rhett groaned, completely turned on by how ravenous he had gotten you. He complied at once, snapping his hips more quickly against yours. He grabbed hold of your leg hitching it up over his hip to adjust the angle that he was hitting you at. The change had you arching your back into him as you cried out in pleasure. 

“What a good fuckin girl you are,” Rhett cooed. “Taking daddy’s cock like the good little angel you are,” he praised. You whimpered helplessly as he pounded into you. 

“Rhe-e-ett!” You cried. 

“Come,” he ordered, already knowing what you were begging for. You screamed out in pleasure. If you didn’t live in Wabang where the nearest neighbor was three acres away, someone surely would have heard you. Rhett felt you tightening down on him and sped up his thrusts, reaching down to rub his thumb against your clit as he leaned back onto his knees. You started squirting around him and he grinned. 

“That’s right, babydoll. Squirt for me,” he said with a chuckle. He pulled out of you, quickly rubbing against your clit as the clear fluid poured out of you. He was fisting his cock with his free hand. You were still in the depths of your orgasm when you felt him spraying his warm cum onto your stomach. The two of you both took a moment to recover before chuckling at one another. You glanced down at the cum on your stomach and wiped it up onto your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. Rhett groaned. 

“And you say I’m a sinner,” he joked.

“You’re the one who stuck his thumb in my ass,” you teased back. 

“You let me,” he replied. You held back a smile as you looked up at his blue eyes. 

“We’re both going to church next week,” you said. “Lord knows we need it.”

[vicsnook]

Cowboy Let Me Take You Away | Rhett Abott x Reader

word count: 1874

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hederasgarden]

That Jake x Rhett x Reader post??? I'm unwell, this is so freaking hot, I need more thots about those two teaming up to destroy you 🥵

Like imagine Jake edging you for hours before he lets Rhett make you come and overstimulate you in the sweetest way.

Bestie, we wouldn't survive that encounter. I can definitely see Jake and Rhett having a rule where the reader doesn't get to come unless they are both there. But we all know Jake—he can’t keep his hands to himself, so he decides to have a little fun while Rhett is out finishing up his chores.

NSFW thoughts below the cut. 18+ only.

By the time Rhett arrives home, you'd be almost delirious with the need to come. Jake's talented tongue would have kept you on a knifes edge.

"Look at you pretty girl," Rhett would practically purr. "So desperate for it, huh?"

"Please," you'd beg.

"Easy now, girl, I'm here."

Then Rhett would climb on the bed and shove down his jeans just far enough to get his cock out. You wouldn't even care that he's a little sweaty and smells like horse. All that matters is he's slowly pushing inside with a groan and he's going to let you come.

[mothdruid]

ABBY!!! a huge congratulations on 3k and a massive and wonderful happy birthday my love!!!! 💗💖💘

for your celly please!! from the smut prompts, “i want it to hurt.” & “more-” with rhett please!! omg 😵‍💫

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE, SEB. BUT HERE IT FINALLY IS! AND YES, THIS DOES MEAN I'M WORKING ON MY REQUESTS FROM MY BIRTHDAY EVENT

pairing.

Rhett Abott x afab!reader

warnings.

this is an 18+ work, so minors buzz off. smut, swearing, spanking with a leather belt, slight sub space, penetrative sex.

Rhett hadn't been too sure about it.

Spanking wasn't out of the question in your relationship, he did it quite often. Anytime he caught you in the kitchen, hands deep in dish water, he would sneak up and give your ass a big smack. A few spanks while you were on top, riding him better than how he rode most bulls. Or better yet when you were face down on the mattress, bright red hand prints on your ass, his cock diving deep into your cunt.

But this? This was different.

His hand clenched around the leather belt in his hand. You were bent over in front of him, hips resting against the arm of the couch. Rhett reached out to grab your ass, grabbing the fabric of your short skirt at the same time. Your flesh and skirt bunched together under his touch. A soft sigh met his ears. He looked up to see you looking back.

"Rhett, it's okay," your soft voice said.

There was still a hesitation inside of him. He had seen this kind of stuff in porn before, never putting it into practice. He normally turned it off when it got to be a bit too much.

"I don't want to hurt you," his voice was sincere and full of concern.

You reached back, grabbing his hand from your ass and into your own. Your fingers laced between his, thumb rubbing softly on his skin.

"I want it to hurt."

His cock throbbed at your words. A groan passed his lips as he nodded. His loosened his fingers from yours, motioning for you to turn back around. The leather became tense against the palm of his hand again. A deep breath filled his lungs, "Color?"

"Green," you said clearly.

A loud crack filled the room, leather connecting to the skin of your ass. Pain rippled through your body, a moan passing your lips from it. Your thighs clenched together, nails digging small crescents into your hands now.

There was a pause for a moment. Rhett was watching your reaction, listening to your soft breaths. A mark had already started to blossom across your ass. Rhett noticed your back arching, pushing your ass back.

"More-"

The pain was blurring along the line of pleasure. Another crack, another moan. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each hit. Silently you kept track, eventually ending with six.

"Fuck," Rhett groaned, his free hand moving to rub the front of his jeans.

"Rhett, please," you practically sobbed the plea.

"I got you, baby, don't worry." One of Rhett's hands soothed over your ass. He was gentle not to grab the pained fleshed to rough.

The sound of the belt hitting the floor filled your ears. You looked back to see Rhett unbuttoning his pants with one hand. Rhett groaned when he finally got himself out of his jeans and boxer, stroking lightly. You wiggled under his touch, silently begging for more. Rhett lined his cock up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you.

The stretch was a fantastic, filling you to the brim as he eventually bottomed out. You moaned when his hips met your ass, pushing perfectly against your sore cheeks. He leaned over your body, putting his weight on you. He started thrusting slowly, his hips connecting with your ass every time.

Pleasure rippled through your body with each thrust. The pain in your ass cheeks was only adding to the pleasure. The way his body was covering yours, chest pressed to your back, hips smashing into your ass. It was becoming too much.

Without warning Rhett snaked an arm around your midsection, pulling you up right. Your ass was completely flush against his hips now, cock filling you to the brim. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear.

"God, you love this don't you? Love when I do whatever?" Rhett's voice was low and full of gravel.

Words had grown rather difficult since your escapade had started. Nodding was all you could muster up, but that wasn't good enough for him.

"Gotta use your words, sweet pea." Rhett rasped.

"Ye-yes."

"Good," Rhett rutted up into you, "want me to cover your pretty ass with my cum?"

"Please."

Rhett pushed you back towards the couch, bending you over the arm once more. His thrusts became rougher, hitting your ass with force. Skin on skin filled the sound around you two, grunts and moans coming from you two every now and then.

One especially hard thrust had you clench, the head of his cock nailing that spot inside of you. Rhett noticed this, continuing to deliver hard cunt clenching strokes. When you climax hit you Rhett gave you two more hard thrusts, pulling out to coat your ass.

Rhett groaned as he stroked himself. Seeing his cum cover the marks he made with his belt earlier was provoking him. His hand not stopping until the sensitivity became too much.

The two of you stayed there for a while. Rhett had leaned over you, making sure to keep his weight off of you. His face was resting against a shoulder blade, listening to your breaths. Your mind felt scrambled from it all. It was what you wanted, but you hadn't expected this much of an affect.

"Sweet pea?" Rhett asked.

"Hmm?" You answered.

"How does a bath sound?" He lifted himself off you.

You turned around a little, seeing his fucked out look. His hair was a mess, even though you hadn't even touched it. Your eyelids fluttered, "A bath sounds fantastic."

[imalwaysfine]

Omg omg here’s a wip. I’m so excited!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧

Rhett x female character (Marie)

Summary: I hadn’t realized how life changing that summer was. I guess I knew it would be different. They always say the summer after high school is the craziest! But if you told the freshly 18 year old me that she would be in love by the end of the summer with a man she can’t have, she would laugh in your face.

[entertainmentgirl80]

A Place Like This [Ch. 7][Rhett Abbott x OC]

Summary: Rhett Abbott has never met a girl like you. You’re a corporate city girl in Wabang on borrowed company time — he thinks there’s no way you would waste it on him. So when you fall for the local bull rider, you’re both a little surprised. What will it take to get Rhett to realize he can give you everything you’re looking for? And will Rhett be able to reconcile the fact that your job is literally to dismantle Wabang and break apart the only place his family has ever known?

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 2.4K

Warning: Cursing, angst, fighting, smut

Series masterlist here

Contrary to what the Abbots thought, and probably the entire town of Wabang, you hadn’t gone to business school hoping you’d end up in a job like you had. 

You had gone because opportunity is a strange thing. 

Your parents did well enough. But they worked long hours and you spent more time with your grandmother from ages eight to eighteen than you did with your own mother. 

The day you got your acceptance letter to Wharton, you went to the cemetery and laid the paper letter on the ground, sitting crossed legged in front of the simple rounded tombstone you had picked a year earlier. 

“I did it, Ma Ma,” you whispered softly. “I did it.” 

It was her dream for you to go to college. Her dream was for you to get a graduate degree. She pushed you to be the best. She wanted more for you than she had been able to do.

Every single day you wondered if you were tarnishing her memory by doing a job that ruined other people’s lives. No matter how good you were at it. 

You knew that she would be so disappointed if she saw what you were doing in Wabang. 

***

“Rhett,” you whispered. 

“Julia.” 

You took a step back, Rhett’s hands falling from your neck. You shook your head. “This is crazy, OK. You can’t just come in here all heated and sweet and act like you didn’t walk out of here while I was sleeping. Act like you didn’t get scared and fucking run away. You’re giving me whiplash, Rhett. What do you want from me?” 

“I want you.” He stepped closer, sliding his large hands across your waist, bunching up your oversized shirt in the process. “Julia. I mean it this time.” 

“Do you know what wanting me means?” you whispered. “It means you want me for the good and the bad. It means you don’t leave in the middle of the night.” You paused. “It means you can’t hate me for what my job requires me to do.” 

“I’m never gonna be OK with you trying to get us to sell the ranch,” Rhett said, his voice thick and deep. “All I know is I want you. I need you. What you do from nine to five doesn’t change that for me.” 

“What happens when I leave?” you murmured. “Then what?” 

“Maybe I'll go with you.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?” 

“I don’t know anywhere else,” Rhett replied. “But I don't think that really matters. Not when I know you. And maybe one day you’ll love me. And maybe that’s gotta be enough for now.” 

You looked up at him. His hair that was perfectly curling below the baseball cap at the nape of his neck. The tanned skin that knew what it was like to spend hours, days, outside in all conditions. The rough, strong hands that could caress your body but also repair a roof. 

“Julia,” he whispered gruffly. “Let me make you mine.” 

Against your better judgment, you reached up, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling his face in toward you, locking your lips to his, feeling Rhett’s fingers tighten on your waist as he lifted you up, pressing your back against the empty wall, kissing you like he wouldn’t wake to see the sunrise tomorrow. 

Rhett was everywhere. His hands on your waist, his mouth dragging from yours, down your chin, across your neck, kissing the space around your clavicle, latching onto the delicate skin behind your ear. You moaned and threaded your fingers into his hair near his neck, whining as he shifted your legs so they were wrapped tightly against your waist as he held you pinned against the wall, his hips rutting against yours, until you could feel him growing hard against your pelvis. 

“Fuck, Rhett,” you muttered as he pulled his lips from your skin, looking up at you with rapt eyes. 

Without saying, Rhett knew what you were thinking. He carried you across the small living room into the bedroom, putting you down gently on the bed. Before you could even speak, Rhett had you pulled to the edge of the bed, his fingers hooking in the band of the underwear you were wearing, tearing them off with a sharp snap, his mouth on your folds as you tossed your head back in a whine. 

“Shit,” you whispered, one hand coming out to push off his baseball cap before threading your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer.

Rhett slipped his tongue in your slick hole as you writhed above him on the bed, flicking his tongue over your folds up to your clit. He groaned as you squeezed his head with your thighs, the rumbling groan sending shooting vibrations through your core, causing you to gasp in pleasure. “Fucking hell, darlin’,” he whispered. “You’re so damn wet for me.” 

“Don’t stop,” you begged as he dove back in, nose pressed tight against your clit, his tongue lapping at your folds as one finger pressed into your tight hole. You moaned as he slid in a second finger, curling at the top, practically coaxing an orgasm out of you. “Shit, Rhett!” you cried as you came on his fingers and face. 

He pulled back, licking his lips, and held out his fingers toward your mouth. “Lick them,” he demanded and your eyes widened but you opened your eyes. “Taste good, baby?” he asked, rolling his thick fingertips across your tongue and you nodded dumbly. 

Rhett stood up, pulling off his dirty jeans and unbuttoning his shirt. You ripped off your oversized shirt, reaching out for his thighs before he could sit down on the bed. “Now I want to taste you,” you murmured and Rhett groaned as you slid off the bed onto your knees in front of him. He backed up a step, leaning against the wall, as you dug your fingertip into the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down. He stepped out of the leg holes and you were face-to-face with his hard cock. You could feel yourself dripping onto the hardwood floor where you knelt naked between his legs. 

You leaned forward, running one finger along the shaft of his cock. Rhett tipped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, groaning loudly. You pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his weeping cock before wrapping your hands around the base, taking him into your mouth in one movement. 

Rhett’s hands slapped the wall behind him as you bobbed your head further down his cock, massaging his balls with one hand while the other wrapped around his waist to his ass, tugging him closer, his cock hitting the back of your throat, forcing saliva out of the corners and causing a gurgling, sloppy noise to echo in the small bedroom. 

“Fuck!” he whimpered as you took him deep into your throat, looking up at him with doe eyes. He watched his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again. “Julia,” he whispered as you slid your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock before taking him back into your mouth, practically choking on his thickness, tears starting to stream down your face. “Baby, you’re so good, gonna make me come all over that perfect fucking mouth. Honey, please, please, want to fuck you,” he begged but instead you increased your grip on his hip, tugging him in closer, watching as he moved his hand from his sides, coming to grab your head, giving in to his desires, thick fingers tightening in your hair as he guided your mouth down onto his cock over and over again until he was practically crying in ecstasy. “Fuck, Julia, feel so fucking perfect, going to come down your goddamn throat.” And then with a final grunt he was spilling his seed into your mouth, down your throat, watching as it filled you, dribbling out of the corners of your mouth as he fucked into you a few more times, relishing in the feeling of your tongue and cheeks milking him. 

Rhett loosened his grasp on your head and you pulled back, swallowing loudly, wiping at your mouth with your hand as you rocked back onto your knees and looked up at him expectantly. 

“Shit,” he whispered, reaching out and rubbing one thumb over your cheek. “Come here, darlin’, let me hold you.” 

And then you were both on the bed, Rhett’s arms wrapped around your waist, your arms around his shoulders as you laid on top of him, grinding your wet cunt against his hip as he kissed you feverishly. You whimpered into his mouth as you shifted to the right, feeling his sticky cock start to harden against you. “Please,” you whispered. 

Rhett smiled, reaching down and squeezing one ass cheek. “Give me two minutes, princess. And then I promise, you can fuck me as long as you want.” 

You nodded, reattaching your lips to his. But you couldn’t help yourself, you were wiggling your hips against him, feeling his cock harden as you pressed into him until finally Rhett pulled away with a smirk. “Fuck, baby, you’re desperate aren’t you?” 

“I want you, Rhett,” you whispered against his neck, lips kissing behind his ear, down toward his collarbone. 

“You have me,” he replied. “Honey, you have all of me. Everything I can give you is yours.” 

You grinned against him, sitting up, straddling Rhett’s hips. You leaned back, lining his cock up with your entrance, looking at him for approval. 

Rhett leaned back against the pillows. “You gonna ride me like a little cowgirl?” 

You smirked. “While in Wyoming, right?” And then you lifted up, sinking down on his thick, aching cock as Rhett’s mouth fell open in a deep groan. You practically screamed as you took him all the way inside of you, his thick cock threatening to split you in two. Rhett’s hands came out to steady your hips and you leaned forward, one hand on his chest, bracing yourself. 

“Take it slow, sweetheart,” he murmured sweetly. “Take your time, honey. Just breathe.” 

You closed your eyes, pulling your hips up an inch before sliding back down on him, whining at the stretch of his cock as he filled you. 

“Just like that, baby,” Rhett whispered, his fingers rubbing reassuringly on your hips. “Taking me so good, honey.” 

You opened your eyes, watching him with your mouth hanging open as you shifted forward and back, starting to find your rhythm, feeling Rhett’s thick cock slam into the gummy part of your walls as you moaned on top of him. 

One of Rhett's hands found your breast, tweaking your nipple. He helped rock you forward and backward on his cock, your clit skimming over his pelvis with every movement, sending you into overdrive. 

You were panting, whining on top of him as Rhett lifted his hips, fucking into you, one of his thick thumbs circling your clit expertly. “Rhett,” you moaned, your eyes glued on his. “Fuck, God, think I’m going to come.” 

“Come for me, darlin’,” he urged as your eyes rolled back into your head, hips stuttering as you chased the orgasm on his cock, a scream ripping itself from your throat as you collapsed forward onto his chest with labored breaths. Rhett rubbed your back with one hand, continuing to fuck hard inside of you. “Good girl,” he whispered as you whined against him. “Sit up for me, baby.”

You rolled off of him and Rhett quickly repositioned you on the bed, face pressed into the pillow, ass and hips in the air as he tugged you back on his cock, practically growling as he plunged into you. This time he hit deeper than before and your moans spilled onto the pillow and duvet as Rhett’s fingers gripped your hips, fucking into you hard, every thrust eliciting a string of perfect moans from his mouth. 

“Fuck, yes, so fucking tight,” he groaned as you whined beneath him. “Gonna fill this perfect pussy up. Make you mine. Fuck, Julia, you’re so goddamn perfect.” 

Rhett reached down, palming one of your breasts as his sweaty chest pressed against your back and you whimpered while he slammed his cock into you, finger squeezing your nipple before letting go, tugging you by the hair until you were flush with him, the two of you on your knees on the bed, his arm now wrapped around your middle as he fucked up and inside of you. 

“Shit,” he moaned, one hand trailing down to your throbbing, soaked clit. His fingers started to circle the swollen bundle of nerves, causing you to whimper loudly, the sounds in the room your whines mixed with the sloppy sound of skin slapping. “Come for me, darlin’, come one more time for daddy.” And then you were breaking around him, eyes glued shut as you trembled in his arms, Rhett’s fingers circling hard on your swollen clit as his hips stuttered, cum shooting in hot ropes inside of you, filling you. 

The two of you collapsed onto the bed and Rhett rolled off, quickly gathering you into his arms, pressing soft kisses to your temple. “Come here, darlin’.” 

You nestled deeper in Rhett’s arms as he held you, whispering lightly in your ear. 

“What’s Chicago like?” Rhett whispered. 

You smiled. “You’d hate it. It’s just building after building. No grass. Barely any air. Subway tracks above ground. Cold as fuck in the winter. Hot as hell in the summer.” 

“But you’re there.” 

“Yeah,” you murmured. “When I’m not traveling, I’m there.” “What neighborhood do you live in?” “Gold Coast,” you said. “It’s nice. Nicer than other parts I guess.” 

He was silent for a moment. Then, “Julia?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I want more than this place,” Rhett said. “Want more than the life that has been laid out for me.” 

You rolled over, running one hand down Rhett’s face. “Are you saying you want to leave Wabang?” 

He nodded. “When you leave, I’m going with you.” 

“What about your family?” you asked. “What about Amy?” 

He grimaced. “I don’t know. But if there’s no town, then there’s really nothing left for me here. There's nothing left for any of us. We'll all just going to have to figure out a new way to live.” 

"Rhett? I've been thinking." You brushed his hair out of his face. “And i think I have an idea.” 

“What kind of an idea?” 

You smiled. “There might be a way to save Wabang.” 

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