#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.

[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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[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."

[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.

[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]

dancing in the kitchen to some old country love songs with rhett. 😌

[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

[undiscovered-horizon]

[1k followers celebration!]

Imagine being a livestock veterinarian and always flirting with Rhett whenever you come around.

"As much as I hate to say it, I have to." You were taking your gloves off having finished the examination. Bearing bad news, your shoulders slouched which didn't escape Rhett's attention. He wasn't sure whether his nervousness was caused by the fact you two were alone in that barn or because he was about to hear something upsetting. Perhaps it was a bit of both. "She's a working horse, she can't live forever."

Rhett stared at you for a moment, thinking about the weight of your words. Since the very first time you saw him, you couldn't help but associate him with a heartthrob from a western movie older than you.

"So what'd you want me to do?" he asked finally. It was a very Rhett-like reaction, you realized: a kind heart, maybe sometimes misguided or brash, appreciating action over words.

"You cut her some slack and she'll be just fine." You patted the horse on the neck, momentarily amazed by the wonder of an animal equally kindhearted and strong. The mare neighed lively as if she understood her upcoming holidays. "You know what they say," you began while approaching Rhett who was sitting on a wooden stool. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment - either because he couldn't quite figure out where you were headed with your thoughts or because you were getting fairly unprofessionally close to him and he wasn't sure if his passions were reciprocated. When you stood between his legs, Rhett's arms as if without much thought rested on your hips. "Save the horse, ride the cowboy."

A grin quickly crept onto his face and the grip he had on your hips tightened.

"I think we can arrange that, sweetheart," Rhett answered in a low voice.

[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.

[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

[sebsxphia]

Rhett and his rodeo!gf (I’m obsessed with this duo idea) absolutely give each other massages after a rough tumble or a hard day of work. yes this leads to sex every time. Save a horse ride a Cowboy

Also Rhett turns into a compete sap anytime with her, especially if she pouts her lip, looks at him with wide eyes and puts a hand on his chest. “Pleaseeeee darlin’” drawls out of her lips and he’s a goner.

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

omg i adore this idea so much!! they would both always care for each other and look out for one another. always patching up grazes and rubbing ointment on bruises. and how can he so no to such a pretty face, even when he’s pretty beaten up himself.

@yespolkadotkitty wrote a beautiful piece similar to that here dear anon!! 💌💖

[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.”

[nurse-floyd]

Not a People Doctor

Pairing: Rhett Abott x Vet!Reader

Fandom: Outer Range

After a bar fight, Rhett shows up at your doorstep.

For the amazing @vivwritesfics and the reason I am now Rhett/ Bob trash! Thank you for the title idea 💕💕

It's getting late as you settle down in your living room with a hot cup of tea and the latest book you're reading. Your peace is interrupted by a soft knocking at your door. You almost think you've imagined it when the knock comes again, a little louder this time. Grumbling slightly, you set your book aside, hoping it isn't another mare in labour or a horse with colic; you just want a quiet night.

Opening the door, you put on a smile for the paying customer you expect to find, but your smile falls as you see none other than Rhett Abbott, your childhood friend and a frequent customer. He looks dishevelled, blood staining his clothes, and you can already see the bruises and cuts on his face in the dim porch light.

"Jesus, Rhett, what the hell happened to you?" you exclaim, ushering him inside.

He winces as he moves, clearly in pain but not wanting to let on. "Got into a bit of a scuffle at the bar," he mutters, not quite meeting your gaze.

Leading him into your living room, you move the blanket you'd been cuddled under not long ago. "Sit down, let me take a look at you."

He lowers himself onto the sofa. You flip on the light switch to give you a better view of his injuries as you sit on the coffee table opposite him.

"You must've really pissed someone off," you tut as you gently turn his head with your fingers on his chin. You lift his shirt seeing the bruises over his ribs, shaking your head. "We need to get you to a hospital; some of these cuts need stitches. Probably got a broken rib or two as well." 

Rhett gives you a shit-eating smile, a smile only he could pull off when his face looks half as bad as it does, and it still makes you weak at the knees. "That's why I came here, thought you were a doctor."

"I'm an animal doctor, not a people doctor," you shake your head in disbelief.

"I can try. I don't have any of the good pain meds, so it's going to hurt like a bitch, and it won't be the prettiest. Gonna have a few more scars to add to the list."

"Never had any complaints from you. You always liked my scars and tattoos."

You smack him lightly on the arm, causing a 'hey' from him in response. Ignoring him, you run to get the first aid kit you keep in your bathroom closet as well as your veterinary kit.

You start to clean his wounds, carefully stitching up the deep cut over his eyebrow. You can't help feeling a pang of concern. Rhett isn't a stranger to bar fights, but seeing him so vulnerable and injured stirs something within you.

"Are you going to tell me what that fight was about?" you ask gently, your voice laced with worry.

Rhett hesitates for a moment before he meets your gaze. "It was dumb. Just some guy mouthing off about things he shouldn't have," he admits, jaw clenching.

You sigh, finishing up and snipping the last of the stitches. "You need to be more careful, Rhett. You're going to get yourself seriously hurt one day."

He nods, his expression sheepish. "I know... I know. I just... I didn't want to go to the hospital."

You place a comforting hand on his cheek, your thumb gently smoothing over his cheekbone. "Well, you're just lucky you've got me, and I happen to know my way around stubborn bull riders, and I'm pretty good at suturing."

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You have no idea."

Once you've finished cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds on his face, you sit back, admiring your handiwork. "There... all done," you lean in and place a gentle kiss on the side of his head, "good as new." 

Rhett stands up slowly, getting a look in the mirror above your fireplace. "Thanks, sweetheart. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it, I'll just add it to the list. Just promise me you'll be more careful, Rhett. I'm pretty good, but some injuries I can't fix."

He nods, his gaze finally meeting yours. "I promise."

As he makes his way to the door, you can't help but shake the feeling of concern lingering. "Hey, Rhett? You need a place to stay tonight? Probably shouldn't be alone after something like this."

"I don't want to put you out..."

"You're not," you interrupt him.

Rhett's gaze softens, and you can see the gratitude in his eyes. "I... I'd appreciate that. Thank you."

You feel a wave of relief wash over you as you leave him on the couch, running to change your sheets, not wanting him to spend the night on the sofa with his injuries.

"Beds all changed; let's get you some rest. I've got some pain meds and a glass of water up there for you too."

He looks at you, confused as to why you haven’t brought down blankets and pillows, assuming he'd be sleeping on the couch.

You hold out your hand. "Come on, I don't mind. Besides, I'll feel a lot better knowing you're not sleeping on that uncomfortable sofa."

He blinks, confusion evident in his expression. "Are you sure, Y/N? I don't want to intrude."

You give him a look that leaves no room for arguments, and he knows he'd be fighting a losing battle to even try.

With a grateful nod, he takes your hand, helping pull himself to his feet before he follows you up the stairs. You pull back the covers, helping him slip under the blankets before joining him. As you both lie there, you couldn’t help but love the feeling of the warmth of his body beside you. You love it even more as he wraps an arm around your waist, whispering a thank you into the crook of your neck. 

[hederasgarden]

I feel like you’d enjoy this concept: but imagine rhett abott teaching you how to ride a bull, he’s got you on one of those stationary bulls or sitting behind you on a mechanical one

like hands on hips, telling them how to grind and not get thrown off, soft whispered praises of how good you’re doing as you rock back and forth ect. and he definitely gives you his hat to wear while you do it because you know what it means if a cowboy gives you his hat 👀 and he likes the idea of you wearing his

then later you apply what you learn to when you ride him

🤠 #saveahorserideacowboy

BESTIE. BESTIE.

You inspired me. Have a little drabble. As a treat.

Summary: Rhett teaches you the proper way to ride a bull (and him).

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x F!Reader

Word Count: 300

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only. PIV sex and dirty talk.

You're naked except for Rhett's hat, hands planted on his chest to help you rise up and down on his length. He directs you to grind down on him, and swirl your hips, heightening both your pleasure.

"Good," he says, sounding strained. "Now you don't wanna to fall off when the bull is bucking," he continues. He plants his feet on the bed and thrusts into you hard enough to nearly unseat you. "Squeeze tight with your hips."

You do as he instructs, watching the way his eyes nearly roll back in his head. The two of you have been at this for a while, sweat-slicked and needy. You want to come, but he seems to have other plans, making you mimic the lesson he gave you on the mechanical bull earlier.

"Like that?" You ask, squeezing him with your thighs.

His only response is a low groan. You smile and rock forward. One of the hands on your hips slides up to cup your breast, squeezing gently before continuing northward to wrap around your throat. He pulls you down for a messy kiss and jerks up into you harshly. You gasp into his mouth, pleasure rushing through every muscle of your body as you come apart on his cock. Warmth floods your insides as he follows, moaning.

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and sit up with a happy sigh. His eyes are closed, and the hand that was gripping your hip tightly a minute ago now only has a loose hold on you.

"Did I tire the bull out?" You ask with a grin.

"Oh, darlin. This was just lesson one," he warns.