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sebsxphia · 10 months

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gentle, rough and loving.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett abbott’s aftercare is the final piece to the puzzle you need.

￫ word count: 2.5K.

￫ music: listen to the incredible and beautiful playlist made by @laracrofted for this fic here! 💽

￫ c/w: endings of smut, endings of BDSM/rough sex, mentions of BDSM, rope, derogatory language used towards reader, one mention of no previous aftercare in previous relationships, sub space, soothing injuries, kissing, swearing, rhett giving you proper aftercare, rhett being an absolute sweetheart and fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i’m dedicating this piece to the wonderfully talented @lewmagoo. their writing is absolutely phenomenal, and what always gets me most, is the beautiful aftercare that they write. therefore, this piece was born! please kindly check out their writing, i cannot recommend it enough! <3 i hope you enjoy! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

Gentle, rough and loving are the three words you would use to describe what it felt like to make love to Rhett Abbott. He had your face pushed down with one hand, onto the hard and cold floorboards of your living room floor. His other hand was gripping at your hip so hard, you knew his fingertips would leave bruises. Yet, the hand that was pressed on your face had his fingers curling round to the rise of your cheek, so the wooden floorboards wouldn’t hurt too much. The hand on your hip worked to steady your wrecked frame, so you would never fall forward and hurt your neck.

He had secured your wrists tightly together with some rope. The rope itself wasn’t some tattered and fraying rope that he had found in his barn, no. Rhett had insisted that he purchased proper bondage rope. Your safety was of the upmost importance to him, regardless that he was treating you like a common whore in this very moment. He used his extensive, and ever growing knowledge of cowboy knots, to tie your wrists together and let them rest on the arch of your back. It was the perfect centre of gravity so that you wouldn’t topple over when his thrusts became particularly rough.

At the beginning of your relationship, before any rougher type of sex had occurred, you explained to Rhett your prior experience of aftercare with previous partners was, minimal, to say the least. It was during the quiet confines of your shared bed during one moonlit night. You remember the look on his face, shadowed gently by the moonlight filtering in through your lacy curtains. His face contorted into hard lines above his eyebrows, yet his eyes still wore a soft and loving gaze for you. He was both angry beyond belief that no one would take care of you like that, and deeply consoling to your fears and hurt.

“I promise you, I’ll never let that happen to you, m’love. You’re safe with me. I hope y’ can come to trust me, in time.”

He understood that he had to earn that trust from you in time, and he made a promise to himself that gentle night that he would.

A year later and Rhett had kept his promise.

After the scene was over and he came down from his own ecstasy inducing high, the word loving, was about to replace the word rough. He could still hear your faint whimpers that escaped your mouth in time with your body twitching from your heightened sensitivity. With heightened caution, he slowly slipped his fingers out from under your cheek to allow for your face to gently meet the floorboards. His other hand still had a hold on your hips to steady you, but his moved his fingertips an inch upwards so he wouldn’t press down on the particularly sore points. His hand from your face traveled over the base of your skull, along your spine in your neck and dipped in between your shoulder blades. This was when you first registered his voice.

“Darlin’, can y’ feel that? Feel my hand on your neck?” You let out a small grunt in response. You had intended it to be a hum in agreement, but with lack of water it distorted your voice. He understood your tone none the less and made a mental note to get you water as soon as he was able. He continued to trace your spine with his hand until he reached your tied wrists. He was allowing you to feel his gentle touch, to remind you that his far rougher touch was finished now. His fingertips reached your bound wrists and you heard him speak again.

“I’m goin’ un-tie your wrists now, darlin’. I won’t let y’ go, I promise.” He worked his set of fingers nimbly to un-tie the knots. He only ever used knots that were quick and easy to un-tie, especially with one hand. As you felt the rope be pulled out from underneath your wrists like a table cloth off a table, your wrists went limp and they slid down your hips. Rhett was quick to grasp onto them to allow your centre of gravity to stay. You huffed out a groan that he could only register as, exhaustion.

He made another mental note. “Your poor back and wrists, they must be so sore. Cream, after water.”

“Shh, m’love. I know, I know. I’m goin’ turn you over now, okay?” The hand on your hip guided you down to the floor and then slid round to your belly, to turn you around to face him. The gentle hold on your wrists let go momentarily before he gathered them back in his hand to rest on your stomach. He had you turned over and now sat in his lap, as he sat on the floor. He had one hand resting in between your shoulder blades, allowing him to hold you up right and see your face. Your cheeks were flushed a rosy red, with tear stains tracking down your flesh. Your eyes were drooping and completely glazed over, and you wore a cock drunk, lopsided smile.

He was proud that he could fuck you so good that you would end up as a wreck like this, but that was done now. It was now his responsibility to be gentle and loving with you, and take care of you.

“Can you tell me your name?” Rhett avoided using any pet names that would be used during a scene like that, as to not push you into subspace any further.

“Bambi?” You croaked out with your eyebrows furrowing slightly. His lips quirked up in the corner of his mouth, but he kept it hidden from you.

“That’s not your name right now. Can y’ tell me your name?”

Your brow furrowed deeper and you inhaled a shaky breath. Your glazed over eyes scanned his face and he felt a wave of relief when he saw your eyes crinkle in the corners ever so slightly. It was a tell tale sign that you were coming back around and you remembered Rhett as your lover and someone who was safe, to you. You called out your own name and he placed a softening kiss to your forehead with praise.

“Atta’ girl.” He beamed in delight. “That’s your name ‘nd I’m here to take care of y’ now, okay, darlin’?” You nodded in response and removed your hands from his to grab onto the collar of his plaid shirt. You buried your face into his neck, letting your cheeks scratch over his stubble and your nose inhale his familiar scent, grounding you further.

“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett…” You mumbled incoherently into his flesh.

He smiled to himself and moved his hand to cradle your head. “That’s right, sweetheart. It’s me, you’re safe now. I’m gon’ take y’ upstairs ‘nd get y’ cleaned up, okay?”

You nodded against his shoulder and let him scoop you up under your thighs, allowing himself to get off his knees and cradled you next to his torso. He carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom, letting you down softly onto the mattress below. He shed his own plaid shirt and instructed you to sit up briefly. He guided your arms into the sleeves and wrapped it around your bare chest, noticing you were shivering slightly. You held tightly onto his biceps as he pulled away from you. There was a look in your eyes, a pleading desperation for Rhett not to leave you. He recognized it instantly and reassured you within a second.

“I jus’ need to get y’ some water and ointment first, m’love. I’m gon’ be ten seconds.” He pressed another praising kiss to your forehead. Your glazed over eyes looked almost tearful and it caused his stomach to drop through the floor. It teared at his heartstrings, knowing that you entrusted him so deeply like this.

You watched as he left your bedroom, with the glass from your nightstand in his hand. You kept your eyes intently focused on the doorway and awaited for his return from the bathroom. You heard the faucet running and the pipes shaking throughout the rest of your home. When he returned, you held out your hand, as to beckon him for his reassuring presence. He squatted down by the bedside and handed you the glass. He reached up to brush the hair out of your eyes, looking up at you with a prideful smile when you gulped down the soothing liquid within seconds.

“I’ll get y’ another glass in a bit. Can I have your wrists first, please?”

Rhett was well aware of the fuzzy headspace that you could be in. Regardless of the stage, he understood that you may be unable to communicate back to him. Therefore, asking for your permission, or telling you what he was doing was always first on his mind.

You held out your wrists and let him take them delicately into his own hands. His calloused fingertips had always been rough, since the day you met him, but somehow, when they were drawing over your skin it seemed as though it was a featherlight and tender touch. You adored how your rough and tough cowboy, could be so gentle and loving.

He moved the ointment over your wrists and asked you to sit up next so he could soothe your aching back. He could feel your eyes fixated on him the whole time. You were tracing and following his every move. But he knew it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, it was because you were finally receiving the proper aftercare that you deserved and you wanted to burn it into your memory forever. He could feel how your body was keening into his loving touch, with every simple swipe and stroke of the cooling ointment. When his fingertips ran over your wrist, he could sense your pulse coming back to a resting rate, which pleased him greatly.

When the pain points that he was aware of were covered, he moved onto your needs that you perhaps hadn’t yet communicated to him.

“Darlin’, can y’ tell, or point, to any other parts that hurt, please?” You out stretched your finger to point at your knees and he let out a quiet chuckle to himself. “Of course. I’m not surprised, y’ took me s’ well, sweetheart.”

He moved up and onto the bed, and caught your gaze in the process. Your eyes had lit up and sparkled brightly at his sweet praise. Your mouth was parted with an anticipated smile.

“I— I did?”

Your fingers twiddled with one another in your lap. He recognized how your body language shifted and the look you wore on your face. You were asking for praise and reassurance, something that you had never had prior.

“Oh, m’love,” he scooted up to where you sat against the headboard. He knelt next to you and took your face in his hands again. “You did incredible for me. I’m s’ proud of you. You’re such a good bunny for me.” He leaned down to gingerly press a kiss to your cheek but your lips met his instead. You hovered mere millimeters away from his lips and you swore you could’ve felt a zap! of electricity connect you both. You felt his warm breath fan over your lips and you gazed up at him through your lashes.

He swallowed thickly and his voice got caught in his throat. “Can I kiss you, darlin’?”

“Please, Rhett.” You breathlessly pleaded. He leaned in to meet your lips and your body almost went limp against his. The first loving kiss that came after a particularly rough fucking, was always the final piece to the puzzle. Like clockwork, you came back around and you were now fully understanding of your surroundings and who you were with. You were with your Rhett, who was gentle, rough and loving.

He pulled away, with you both letting out a small gasp at the sudden contact of air. He held your gaze for a couple of moments longer. He loved the way how you keened into his touch, how you were moving your face to press your cheeks harder against his large hands.

“Let me finish taking care of your knees, ‘nd then I’ll cuddle up close to you, okay?” You nodded in his hold and let him slip away, back down to your legs.

Moments later your body was smoothed out with the ointment, you had another glass of water down you and you had been moved back into Rhett’s arms. He’d pulled out your old laptop from underneath your bed to watch something easy, alongside some emergencies snacks for occasions such as these.

He had taken his plaid shirt off you at your request. You wanted to feel the ever comforting feeling of skin on skin contact. He was sat back against the headboard with you in between his legs. His broad and toned thighs were locking around you and keeping you protected. His hands ran up and down your arms in soothing strokes, and sketched out mindless shapes on your flesh. He occasionally dipped into the snack you had in your hand to feed you one or feed himself, which always earned a giggle from you.

“Do y’ want a bath after this, darlin’? I’ll give y’ a proper massage too, the lavender oil and everythin’.”

Your head rolled back into the crook of his neck and onto his shoulder. You let out a satisfied hum and looked upwards towards Rhett. Your hands moved to cradle the back of his skull and toy with the lick of hairs at the base of his neck. He craned his face down to catch your satisfied, yet still drooping gaze.

“Please, lover.” You paused for a second and sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth. “You’re s’ gentle, rough and loving to me.”

If your hand was on his chest right now, you’d be able to feel his heart beating in double time. So fast, it could burst right through his chest. Your trust was solidified in Rhett and it made his heart feel as though there was a bed of wildflowers blooming inside of him.

“Anythin’ for you, m’love. I’ll always take care of you.”

“I’ll always take care of you too, cowboy.”

Your own statement was as true as his. After a particularly rough ride and having his knees scraped and his shoulder pushed out of his socket, you would be there. Your hands would roughly grip at his chest and shoulder to pop the bone back in its place, but your hands would turn gentle as you pressed the cotton pad to his bloodied knees. You would lovingly run your hands through his hair as he lay with his cheek pressed on your bare chest, when the exhaustion would wrack his body entirely.

You loved and cared so deeply for each other, that you both knew no one would, or could, ever match that.

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vivwritesfics · 11 days

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If Your Daddy Knew

The youngest member of the Tillerson family was so sweet, Rhett couldn't help but be enamoured with her. There weren't many other people he would risk climbing through the window of the Tillerson house for. If her daddy knew, there was no way he'd make it out alive (worth it)

Set outside of the canon events of the show

This man has my entire heart lol

Sneaking onto the Tillerson's ranch was stupid. That was why he didn't tell anybody what he was doing. It was a death wish, but she was worth it.

Rhett went around the back of the house. It was far too big, he had always thought, especially compared to his own house. The Tillerson family had just as many members as the Abbott family, yet their house was nearly double the size.

Fuck, there were so many windows. Rhett tried to keep himself hidden as he decided on a window. But it was all guess work. With no way to tell which one led to her bedroom, Rhett approached the window to his right.

He moved slowly, trying to peer into the dark room. But he could see nothing. Cupping his hands around his eyes he desperately tried to search for a sign that the room belonged to her. Pictures of her friends on the walls, the desk he knew she'd keep so tidy, sheets that were no doubt the comfiest thing skin had ever touched and a stuffed animal he was sure she'd have on her bed.

Suddenly, the door opened and light flooded into the room. Shit. Rhett ducked down beneath the window as Luke Tillerson walked into the room, the room that certainly belonged to man.

With baited breath, Rhett waited, unable to move. He kept his body pressed against the wall as the light switched on, light that shone outside of the window, and the shadow of Luke Tillerson's body approached. Rhett's eyes followed the movement of the shadow as Luke reached up and pulled the curtains shut.

It was only then that Rhett allowed himself to release a breath. All that time he'd been holding it, waiting for one of the Tillerson family, probably Trevor, to chase him away.

He moved to the next window and tried to peer in. But his view was blocked by closed curtains.

Instead of risking it and knocking his bruised knuckles against the glass, Rhett moved onto the next window.

This had to be hers. He could see the colour of her curtains, the bottom of them cream. But Rhett still waited, waited for any sign of her brothers.

But there was none. Nothing Rhett had to wait for. His knuckles tapped against the window and, seconds later, the curtains opened.

In nothing but her pyjama shorts and a tank top, she looked at Rhett. A smile split across her face and she rushed to open the window and pull him into the bedroom with her.

She pressed her finger to her lips the minute he fell into the room with a thud. They were still, waiting for some reaction to the noise they had made. But nobody knocked on the door or walked past it. Rhett supposed the rooms were so large nobody was bound to hear them.

He sat on the end of her bed and began unlacing his boots. "I missed you," she said as she shut the window.

As soon as his boots were on the floor she climbed into his lap. "I missed you too, darlin'," he said as his hands settled on her hips, his deep voice sending a shiver through her.

Her hands were on the back of his neck, playing with his hair as it curled around his ears.

It had been three days since Rhett had last pressed his lips against her own. Three long, miserable days. The groan he let out the moment she leaned in and kissed him.

But immediately she pulled away, so quick it had his hat falling from his head and onto the bed behind him. Her hand quickly covered his mouth as a series of quiet giggles left her lips. "You gotta be quiet, Rhett," she whispered and leaned in to kiss his neck.

She was teasing, not making it easy for him. His hands squeezed at her hips as she moved against him. But Rhett knew he'd never have her in this bed. Not with Trevor, Luke and Billy down the hall.

He slightly pushed her away from him. "This isn't fair," he said, a slight pout on his lips.

But then she climbed off of his lap and Rhett regretted saying anything at all. "C'mon," she said and grabbed his hat. She placed it on her head and sat against her pillows.

Rhett sucked in a breath. "Don't do that to me, baby," he muttered and laid beside her. He pulled his hat from her head, placed it by his boots and pulled her against him.

They laid together for a matter of hours. Or, it could have been minutes. Time seemed to stop and pass too quickly when he was with her. His calloused fingers brushed against the skin over her stomach, dipped beneath her shorts, but he didnt touch her, not in that way. His thumb rubbed over her hip.

"If your daddy knew, he'd kill me," Rhett mumbled and kissed the back of her neck.

She let out a content sigh and rested her hand over his. "I know," she whispered and shuffled back, pressing her body closer to his own. "Trust me, Rhett, I know."

"We have to tell him one day, darlin'," he replied and changed her grip to lace his fingers through her own.

She let out a scoff. "It's not just my dad." She rolled her, her hand against his chest, fingers feeling the beat of his heart. "It's my brothers, too."

"I can take them."

"I don't want you to." She pressed her lips to his neck as Rhett pulled her in closer, his chin resting on her head.

He could have fallen asleep there, holding her body against his own. She was close to it, eyes closed and breathing even.

But, when the hallway light switched on and the shadow of somebody's shoes appeared under the door. "Shit," Rhett muttered.

Within seconds the window was open and his boots were in his hands and he was leaping out of the window. "Wait!" She hissed, rushing after him.

Her hands were on the window, ready to close it. But she couldn't, not without grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

***

"Mornin'," she mumbled as she walked into the kitchen. But she could barely be heard over Billy's singing. She stole something from Billy's plate and grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

Suddenly, Billy stopped singing. He didn't trail off, just stopped all together. "What is that?" He asked as he stared at her.

"What?" She pulled open the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice.

But Billy didn't respond.

"I recognise that hat," said Trevor as he walked over and plucked it off her head. "But, it's not yours. You got a boyfriend you haven't told us about?"

Fuck, she hadn't even realised she'd put it on. But wearing it, wearing something that belonged to Rhett filled her with so much joy. Her way of showing him off without showing him off.

"Jesus, fuck," came Lukes voice. "That's Rhett Abbotts hat!"

"Give it back, Trev," she said as she reached for it. But he held it high, too high for her to reach.

Trevor turned around, completely ignoring his sisters attempts. "Well boys, how about we go and pay Rhett Abbott a visit?"

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sugarcoated-lame · 1 year

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Joy Ride

Rhett Abbott x Reader

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

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

Word Count: ~1.7K.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s when he’s stopped at a red light that Rhett looks down at you, wondering what the fuck he did to deserve you.

Your pretty lips wrapped around him, staring back up at him with those wide, innocent doe eyes. Mascara tears trailing down your cheeks, your fingernails digging into his denim-clad thigh.

“Fucking hell, Bunny!” With a particularly harsh suck, Rhett reaches his high with a grunt. Eyes rolling back in his head as he sends hot ropes of cum spilling down your throat.

You keep him in your mouth, continuing to suck him gently. Prolonging his high until he’s well and truly spent. You moan at the heady taste of him, his grip in your hair tightening, cock twitching on your tongue from the overstimulation.

When you’re certain you’ve swallowed down every last drop of cum Rhett had to offer, you release him with one final kiss to his tip, making his entire body jolt with sensitivity. His grasp on your hair going slack as you carefully tuck him back into his pants.

It’s a good thing there are no cars on the road behind you because Rhett’s frozen for a good few minutes. Eyes glazed over much like yours when he picked you up from the bar, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

He doesn’t know how long he’s sat there in such a state before you’re softly calling his name, leaning over to place a kiss to his flushed cheek.

Before you’re whispering, “Baby, the light is green...” and falling back into your seat in a fit of giggles as he fails to come back down to earth.

When Rhett’s breathing finally returns to normal, he’s grabbing you by the back of your neck and pulling you into a feverish kiss.

It’s hungry and full of need, Rhett groaning as he tastes himself on your tongue. Pulling quiet little whines from your throat as he catches your bottom lip between his teeth.

When Rhett pulls back, his eyes are wild. Pupils blown, barely a hint of that beautiful, crystalline blue you’ve come to love is visible.

He starts up the car again, and this time it’s you that’s left breathless. Left in a daze as he practically growls out, accent as strong as you’ve ever heard it,

“Gotta get you home so I can return the favor. Gonna fuckin’ ruin you, bunny.”

...

Thank you for reading! xx

(Credit to @h0neyfire for the Rhett photos for the header (: )

Tagging a couple people I think might enjoy this <;3 @angelic-dreams13 @rhettabbotts <3

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ghxst-heart · 1 year

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Rhett wasn’t a religious man; he hadn’t been for a long time. Still, he went to church with his family every Sunday and kept his eyes trained on the pulpit. His mother thought that he was finally taking in what Pastor Simon said to heart, but only one thing could have the youngest Abbott so entranced; the preacher’s daughter that dutifully sat in the front row, every Sunday. ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of alcohol and hangovers, swearing, use of gendered pet names (pretty girl, angel, darling), descriptions of sexual acts in a church, brief description of male masturbation, semi-public sex, slight size kink, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected penetrative sex (p in v; wrap it before you tap it), creampie, if I missed anything, please let me know, this is my first time posting smut haha ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, AFAB!Reader, beginnings of a FWB relationship between Rhett and Reader. ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Reader X Rhett Abbott ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 10.1k ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ: MINORS DNI!! My blog is strictly 18+!! Any minors or ageless/blank blogs interacting with my fics or my blog will be blocked (and, yes, I do check). I can't stop you from reading my fics, but I can stop you from accessing my fics if my boundaries aren't respected. Your media consumption is your own responsibility, just as it is mine regarding what I post. Please tread thoughtfully and carefully, and keep yourselves happy, healthy, and safe.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The air in the sanctuary was thick as Pastor Simon droned through his sermon, pacing the length of the pulpit with his bible clutched tightly in his old hands. His voice boomed through the small space, echoing off the wood-paneled walls and resounding in Rhett’s ears as he tried to ignore the pounding in his head. His Stetson hung low over his forehead, trying to shield his sensitive blue eyes from the blinding morning light seeping through the windows. His hangovers were never this intense; either he had drunk too much the previous night, or Pastor Simon’s voice was so boring that it was causing him physical pain.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett felt a harsh pinch on his thigh, and he flinched, ready to snap at whoever bothered him, but he quickly realized that it was his mother silently reminding him to stay awake. His mouth fell into a sarcastic sneer before he recovered and offered his mother a firm nod of his head and a tight-lipped smile to appease her. Cecilia frowned, and he fought against a whiney comment, instead opting for a quiet grumble as he sat up straight in his chair. He gave her a pointed look and removed his Stetson from his head, and she hummed in approval, pleased that he had taken her silent direction.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett hadn’t thought that his silent squabble had earned anyone’s attention, but he knew he had been caught when his eyes met the pastor’s daughter’s gaze across the room. (Y/N) had turned her head over her shoulder, a small, amused smile on her face as she watched Cecilia scold Rhett as if he were five years old again. Rhett readjusted in his seat, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he felt the tips of his ears begin to burn with embarrassment under her stare. (Y/N)’s head tilted slightly as if she were asking him a question, but before he could think of an answer to a question he didn’t know, she returned her attention to the pulpit, nodding along with her father’s sermon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The young Abbott man kept his eyes on (Y/N) as she gathered her hair in her hands and let the strands settle over one shoulder, exposing her neck to his eyes. Her fingertips grazed her skin, nails lightly scratching the base of her throat before she dropped her hand to her lap again. Her chin tilted up, extending her neck and stretching her muscles before she relaxed, dropping her chin so she could read the bible resting over her knees.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The way that Rhett and (Y/N) were seated gave them direct views of one another, and Rhett could see most of her body. Her legs were crossed at the ankles, relaxed against the seat of her chair. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. She mindlessly toyed with the hem, pulling it higher and higher up her leg. Rhett thickly swallowed, letting his mind swim with sinful thoughts of marking up her legs, littering them with pretty purple bruises and love bites. He thought of kneading the soft flesh with his calloused hands, relishing in the goosebumps he would leave behind, and how the plush fat would feel wrapped around his head, muffling his hearing so he’d only just barely hear the beautiful noises he would draw out of her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was thrown from his thoughts when (Y/N) suddenly readjusted in her seat, crossing one leg over the other and swiveling her body, so she was sitting sideways on the chair. He panicked, body flushing with embarrassment as his eyes flashed up to her face, finding that she was already staring at him. He had been caught staring at her legs, his mind running rampant with fantasies. (Y/N) grinned, her teeth chewing on her lip as she let her eyes wander over Rhett’s body before she looked at the pulpit once more, pretending as if she hadn’t exposed Rhett’s shamelessness in checking her out.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) had always been an interesting woman. She was the epitome of a pastor’s daughter. She attended church every Sunday, helped out in the daycare on weekdays, was active in the Women’s Group, and helped plan fundraising events for families in the congregation that needed extra funds. She never did anything wrong, anything sinful, and always said the nicest things with a bright smile on her face. She wore conservative clothes, nothing too tight or revealing, and her face was always cleared of heavy makeup, giving her such an innocent look with lightly coated lashes, soft rosy cheeks, and glossy lips. But Rhett had always thought there was something more just underneath the surface.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They had grown up together, going through elementary to high school in the same classes. While Rhett grew rebellious and ambitious to achieve fame as a bull rider, (Y/N) remained the sweet, innocent girl that was content to live her life in Wabang as the pastor’s daughter. By graduation, they were nothing more than strangers to one another, their reputations landing them on different ends of Wabang High’s social stratosphere. But that didn’t stop Rhett from watching her as she led the congregation in song or served food at the church’s monthly luncheon, blushing when she’d catch his eye or muttering an excuse to leave before his stomach would lurch with a delicious, yet sometimes overwhelming, fluttery feeling.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was too young and stupid to realize what his longing looks and flustered words around her meant. He was too naive to understand that his nerves and the funny feeling in his stomach meant more than just a childhood crush. For years, the youngest Abbott oftentimes tried to convince himself that he was just imagining the lingering stares or the suggestive brushing of her fingertips against him when she passed him. He tried to brush it off as his darkest fantasies trying to turn polite glances and innocent touches into something more, his mind playing cruel tricks on him in place of his lonesome nights.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎But, that was before they grew up. Now, after being in the world and experiencing real attraction, real lust, he was convinced that it was something more. He was convinced that (Y/N) knew what she was doing and that she was purposeful in how she looked at him or placed her hand over his when handing him his food at the luncheons. He was certain now that he wasn’t imagining things when she smirked and turned away, continuing to innocently play with her skirt and show Rhett more and more of her skin after she’d caught him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The idea went straight to his dick, and he was suddenly readjusting in his seat, sitting up straight and tightening his arms across his chest as he willed his mind to think of anything else. He’d never hear the end of it if his brother had caught him with a hard-on during the middle of Pastor Simon’s retelling of the story of Esther. Even with his hopes of being inconspicuous, Perry glanced over and silently chuckled, shaking his head as he grinned before returning his eyes to the front of the sanctuary. Rhett felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment, and he quietly cleared his throat as he tried his hardest to focus on Pastor Simon’s sermon.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett could feel (Y/N)’s eyes on him, flickering toward him every few minutes to check if he was still watching her. He was trying his hardest not to, but knowing that she wanted him to be looking at her made it difficult to think of anything else. It was made even worse when she stood up, her hands smoothing down her sweater and skirt as she made her way to take her father’s place on the small stage, smiling warmly at the congregation in front of her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett watched as (Y/N) cleared her throat, positioning herself behind the altar and opening her bible as she prepared to read the excerpt from the book of Corinthians, transitioning the service from her father’s sermon to communion. Before she began, (Y/N) let her eyes scan the small crowd, searching for her volunteer to help her with communion.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett thought back to high school, to when she’d silently cycle through the children and teens around her, but she’d always fall back on Rhett to help. Back then, he was convinced that she was just trying to get him to participate, trying to lead him to the Lord by the small first step of offering communion. A part of him hoped that she’d ask him to help just so he could feel the brush of her fingertips as she handed him the chalice filled with grape juice, or the press of her shoulder against his bicep as they stood side by side and let the congregation come to them to eat their bread and drink their “wine.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Like she had been all morning, (Y/N) surprised him by calling his niece to the pulpit. “Amy, honey, can you come up ‘ere and help me with communion?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett’s niece jumped up from her spot at the end of the row his family sat in, bouncing with giddiness as she walked up the aisle to assist (Y/N). She smiled brightly as she took her spot beside (Y/N), her hands folded neatly behind her back as (Y/N) pointed out the verse she wanted Amy to read, as if she didn’t already know it by heart. Even Rhett had it memorized, but that was because he used to be the Abbott standing behind the altar every week.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The young Abbott man tried to pay attention to his niece so he could tell her how well she did later on after the service. He tried to watch his niece carefully break the bread, offering it to (Y/N) so she could take communion before repeating the young woman’s actions. However, all he could think of was the way (Y/N)’s delicate hands would feel tracing indistinct patterns over his body, her glossed lips following closely behind her hands’ trails.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) turned to the congregation once more, motioning with her hands as she called them up to take communion. The Abbott family sat patiently, waiting until the row ahead of them had moved into the aisle to stand. Rhett slowly stood and placed his Stetsen on his chair, trying his hardest to hide his growing problem in his jeans without drawing attention to himself. He was successful for the most part, but he could feel (Y/N)’s eyes on him as he moved to stand in the aisle. Their eyes met, and he watched as her eyes subtly flickered toward his hips and her teeth caught her bottom lip, suppressing a grin as she blessed a congregation member while they dipped their bread in the grape juice. Rhett felt his heart hammer in his chest, his body tingling with nerves as the knowledge that she knew the effect she had on him settled in his mind.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Before he knew it, Rhett was standing before (Y/N) in front of the altar. His hands shook slightly as he tore a piece of bread from the plate Amy held before he turned to (Y/N). He slowly met her eyes, his chest feeling tight as he raised his hand to dip his bread into the grape juice. He had always thought that her eyes were pretty; they gleamed with purity and a hint of mischief that he only ever saw when he was in such close proximity to her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett was so focused on her eyes that he didn’t realize that he was practically soaking the piece of bread in the grape juice until it became heavy between his fingertips. He fought against his first instinct to curse (Cecelia had always scolded him for cursing in the Lord’s Home) and quickly pulled it toward his lips, his free hand cupping under his chin to catch any drops, but that didn’t stop a few dribbles of juice from landing on his bottom lip. Before he could react, (Y/N) had reached up and wiped away the juice with her thumb, and Rhett would have been embarrassed by the doting action if she hadn’t brought the digit to her mouth and licked the grape juice off her skin, her lips wrapping around her thumb and her cheeks hollowing just enough that it wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone else, but Rhett caught it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The young Abbott man’s mouth suddenly felt dryer than a desert, and his brain began to short-circuit. (Y/N) silently giggled and blessed him, ultimately sending him on his way back to his seat with her teeth running over her bottom lip teasingly. Rhett awkwardly cleared his throat and turned around, stiffly walking back down the aisle with his head bowed bashfully. He kept his eyes trained on the floor, unable to look at anyone in fear that they would notice the growing bulge in his jeans.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett spent the rest of the service with his jaw locked and eyes fixed in a frustrated stare on (Y/N). His mind was racing with images of her mouth around his fingers, her tongue trailing along his digits as she sucked on them. It wasn’t helping his hard-on, not in the slightest, but he had a sneaking suspicion that that was exactly what she wanted. The congregation finally began to sing the closing song, and Rhett was the first one out the sanctuary doors once Pastor Simon sent them off with a blessing, making a beeline to the restrooms.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The moment the bathroom door was shut, he was unbuckling his jeans and pulling out his dick with a groan, back collapsed against the wall, and his hand furiously working to relieve his pent-up frustration. It wasn’t hard to get himself over the edge after nearly an hour of teasing, but a part of him still felt like an inexperienced teenager getting himself off for the first time. He came with a muffled grunt, his free hand bunched into a tight fist between his teeth. Rhett slumped against the wall, his head leaned back as his chest heaved, the poor Abbott man struggling to catch his breath.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Shit,” Rhett cursed, pushing off the wall and reaching out to grab paper towels to clean himself up. After he tucked himself back into his jeans and washed his hands, he took a moment to clear his head, his hands braced on the sink basin as his head hung low. He slowly looked up and met his eyes in the mirror, a flash of shame washing over him, but it was quickly replaced with panic when he heard (Y/N)'s voice.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, I think I saw him head to the restroom, Mrs. Abbott. He looked a little pale, though. I hope he’s not gettin’ sick.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Her voice was soft and sweet, like the taste of Cecelia’s sweet iced tea on a hot summer day. Rhett thickly swallowed, his eyes locked on the door as he tried to remember whether he locked it or not. A quick glance at the handle told him that, no, he hadn’t; he had been too focused on (Y/N), her legs, her lips, her tongue. Rhett quietly groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders as his hands ran down his face. Thank God no one walked in before he was finished.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎He knew his mother wouldn’t divulge to the pastor’s daughter that he was probably hungover, and he had never been so thankful for his mother’s need to keep appearances around the congregation before. He just hoped that that was all she assumed was wrong with him. He was proven right when he heard his mother respond to the sweet girl that has been subtly teasing her son for the better part of an hour.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Thank you, dear. Let ‘im know we’re gon’ be out in the parkin’ lot when he comes out, will ya?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett let out a relieved breath as his head fell once more, before he shook his hair from his eyes and pushed himself up from the sink. He looked over his reflection, letting out a long breath through his nose as he willed the flush of color to disappear from his cheeks and neck. He took a few minutes to ensure that all the churchgoers had filed out of the church before forcing himself to exit the bathroom. He wiped his clammy palms on his jeans before tucking them into his pockets, pushing his way out the front doors to join his family when he was met with the harsh late-morning sunlight and dry Wyoming heat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Goddamn, it’s bright out here,” Rhett mumbled when he reached his family. They were hanging around the bed of his and Royal’s trucks, his father entertaining Amy’s constant questions about Pastor Simon’s sermon while Perry and Rebecca were lost in each other, still just as in love with each other as the day they met. Cecelia, however, stood with her hands on her hips and a stern look on her face as she watched her youngest make his way to them.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Cecelia was quiet as she scolded Rhett, making sure that the rest of their family was preoccupied before she began to lay into him. “Now, I’m happy that you’re comin’ t’church with us again, but you can’t bust outta there like a bull the moment the service is over, Rhett. It’s rude; not only to Pastor Simon, but to God, too.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett grumbled, his light eyes squinting and pulling his face into a slight scowl as he looked at his mother, “I know. ‘M sorry, Ma. Won’t happen again.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Damn right, it won’t.” Cecelia affirmed, firmly nodding her head as she turned her attention to the rest of the Abbott family. “Alright, everyone in the trucks. I‘m sure we wasted ‘nough time gettin’ to the diner. Only table open’ll be right near the kitchen. Let’s go.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Shotgun!” Amy quickly shouted, leaping down from the tailgate and running around to the front of Rhett’s truck. She anxiously yanked on the handle as Rhett pulled his keys from his pocket. She began to whine, her head lolling on her shoulders as she began to pester her uncle, “Uncle Rhett! Open the door!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett chuckled, shaking his head as he fumbled with the keys. He reached up to adjust his hat, but his hand was met with his slightly greasy hair instead of his worn Stetson. “Dammit. Amy, go ahead an’ hop in with grandma and grandpa, I left my hat inside.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“But I wanna ride with you!” Amy sadly said, dragging out the last syllable in an attempt to get Rhett to forget his hat and drive her to the diner.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I know ya do, sweetcheeks. But Uncle Rhett ain’t Uncle Rhett without his hat, is he?” Rhett hummed and stepped up to his niece, placing his large hands on her small face and pinching her cheeks in an attempt to get her to smile. When he got a sheepish giggle from her, he grinned and stood up straight, softly pushing her in the direction of his mother. “Go on to the diner, I’ll catch up in a few. Forgot my hat inside.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Cecelia narrowed her eyes, but she didn’t push the issue any further. “Alright. Amy, hon, c’mon now.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett began to walk back to the church, suddenly realizing how empty the parking lot was. After his father pulled out of the lot, only his truck and (Y/N)'s old Dodge were left, three spots separating them. Even Pastor Simon and his wife had left. A rush of anxiety ran down his spine, but there was a spot of confidence growing with the idea that he and (Y/N) would be alone in the church. He couldn’t act on her taunting with the entire congregation surrounding them, but maybe now he could. Even if he can’t do anything physically, the least they could do would be to talk about it, set some boundaries if they were to really begin what they both wanted.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The church door quietly slammed shut behind him, effectively closing him and (Y/N) off from the rest of the town. Rhett couldn’t remember the last time they had truly been alone together. Maybe that time in high school when she had to tutor him in English? Thinking back on it, Rhett realized that she had been playing this game with him since way back then; her foot would knock against his leg under the table, slowly dragging up his calf until she reached the top of his boot before she retreated, offering him a sly glance and reciting the question she had asked him when he gave her an awestruck look. A quiet scoff fell from Rhett’s lips; he had been so oblivious for so long.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Not headed to the diner yet, Rhett?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett’s head snapped up from the old carpeting in the lobby, finding the angelic vision that was (Y/N). She stood outside her father’s office, holding a handful of bibles in her arms that pressed against her chest and made her breasts push just that much further out of the low neckline of her sweater. Rhett thickly swallowed, forcing his eyes to find hers, but that didn’t help much, either. Her eyes were wide, almost doe-like, as if she had been asking him about something as mundane as the weather.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, ma’am.” Rhett shyly said, the tips of his ears tinted pink when he saw the small smile on (Y/N)’s face when he called her ‘ma’am.’ He cleared his throat and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I, uh, I forgot my hat; thought I left it in the sanctuary.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, her eyes quickly scanning the small lobby before landing on the open sanctuary doors. Sure enough, Rhett’s Stetson sat on the seat he claimed every Sunday. (Y/N) quietly chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she slyly glanced toward Rhett. “An’ here I thought ya just wanted an excuse to come an’ talk t’me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Her tone was low and suggestive, sending blood straight to his dick as she ran her tongue over her lip before sinking her teeth into it and tilting her head in the most innocent way.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Do I need an excuse to come an’ talk t’ya?” Rhett rasped, his voice sounding gravelly as it caught in his throat. However, even with the nerves slowly working their way down his spine, he managed to notice the way that (Y/N) shifted her weight, moving one foot closer to the other as her knees knocked together, almost as if she were trying to subtly relieve tension. All of his nerves disappeared, and Rhett was filled with a sense of confidence that inflated his ego just enough for him to know that he had the same effect on her that she did him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) hummed, shaking her head as Rhett watched her teeth nibble the inside of her cheek as if she were hiding a sly grin. She pointed a finger over her shoulder toward the sanctuary doors across the hall, “Your hat’s in the sanctuary if ya wanted to grab it. Though, I’m not sure I want ya to have it back; I’ve been looking for a new Stetson to wear to the rodeos.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett knew this was his chance to get (Y/N) alone in a room that had a lock on the door. And, if he was reading her signs correctly, that was what she wanted, too. So, mustering up as much confidence as he could, he tried to sound as inconspicuously seductive as possible as he stepped closer to her and asked, “If ya wanted t’wear my hat to my rides, all ya had to do was ask, angel.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I suppose this is me askin’, then.” It was as if all his prayers had been answered when he saw her pupils dilate and her breath catch in her throat as she nodded once more. This time, after a short, collective breath, she let that troublemaking smirk settle on her glossed lips as she held a hand out for him to take, “Want me to model it for ya, then? Make sure it looks alright?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So long as you know what happens when you wear a cowboy’s hat, darlin’.” Rhett smoothly said. He surprised himself with his response, but he didn’t let himself show it. (Y/N) grinned, a quiet giggle slipping past her lips as she wiggled the fingers of her outstretched hand, urging him to take it.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I do,” she easily said, and that was all it took. Rhett slipped his calloused hand into hers, and his first thought was how small her hand was compared to his. When she threaded her fingers into the spaces between his, the contrast of his rough fingertips against the soft skin of her hand immediately replaced that thought, and it was quickly followed by the idea of how her small, soft hands would feel wrapped around his cock. His jeans tightened around his hips as she led him to the sanctuary, his body beginning to buzz with adrenaline as the realization that this was finally happening settled in his mind. He felt like he was about to perform in a rodeo, that familiar twinge of nerves and self-assurance making his heartbeat echo in his ears.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The sanctuary doors were hardly shut before Rhett had his lips on (Y/N)'s and his hands on her hips, pushing her against the doors with a deep groan. The bibles in her hands tumbled to the floor as her small hands wove into his hair, pulling him closer to her with every passing second. Her lips were soft and warm, yet sticky from her lip gloss. She tasted like strawberries and remnants of the grape juice from communion, an intoxicating combination that Rhett couldn’t get enough of. Rhett groaned into her mouth, a smirk toying on the corners of his lips when she roughly pulled on his hair. It stung, but the feel of her mouth on his and her back arching against his body made the sensation feel deliciously blissful.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎It was as if his hands had a mind of their own, wandering across any part of her body he could touch. They splayed across her back, tugging her closer before they slid around her waist and began to inch upwards under her sweater, itching to feel the weight of her breasts in his palms. His fingertips traced the underwire of her bra, the satin fabric cool to the touch and a stark contrast from her quickly warming skin. Rhett could feel that wherever he touched her, a trail of goosebumps followed his hands and her body flooded with warmth. It was mesmerizing, fueling his need to touch every part of her as he kissed her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett began to nibble on her bottom lip and (Y/N) opened her mouth to him, exhaling deeply through her nose, almost as if she were trying to keep quiet, but her efforts were hardly concealed when a quiet whine floated past her lips as his tongue grazed hers. He breathlessly chuckled, pulling away slightly and tightening his grip on her waist as he said, “C’mon, angel. Don’t hide those sounds from me. Wanna hear how good I’m makin’ you feel.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎His words pulled a breathy moan from her lips, telling Rhett exactly what effect he had on her before she had the chance to vocally do so. Rhett began to trail wet kisses across her jaw, gently nipping at the skin just below the bone before he soothed it with a slow swipe of his tongue, making sure not to leave any marks. (Y/N) sighed, her head falling back against the sanctuary doors as her hands began to explore the expanse of his clothed chest, fingernails catching on the fabric of his flannel, “I knew you were lookin’ at me this mornin’. Knew you wanted me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’ve been wantin’ t’have you like this since high school, darlin’.” Rhett admitted, his voice breathless against her skin. The taste of her strawberry lip gloss was beginning to get lost with the salty taste of perspiration on her skin as the dry Wyoming air clung to their bodies, warming them up in the stuffy sanctuary. Rhett mouthed his way back up to her lips, the tip of his nose nudging hers as he cheekily said, “Think you have, too, hmm?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)'s pretty eyes fluttered open slightly, pupils blown and mascara beginning to dot along the skin under her lash line. She gave him a grin, her chin jutting out so her lips brushed against his with every word she spoke. “Y’have no idea, Rhett. No idea.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett wasn’t sure who moved first, the feeling of her tongue moving against his as their mouths worked on one another drowning out anything else in his head. He slotted his thigh between her legs, a deep groan rumbling in the back of his throat when he felt her arousal begin to seep into the denim of his jeans. His calloused hands wandered further down her body, along the smooth skin of her legs that hadn’t left his mind since he’d caught a glimpse earlier that morning, before they slipped under the hem of her skirt and bunched it around her waist so he could easily guide her hips along his thigh.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) pulled her lips from his with a whine, grinding her hips down onto him as her nimble fingers began to make quick work of the buttons on his flannel, expertly unbuttoning it before untucking it from his jeans and pushing it aside so her hands could feel the smooth muscles of his chest. Rhett had never been so glad to forgo an undershirt in his life; if he had to wait to have her hands on his skin any longer, he would have combusted. He could feel his cock hardening in his jeans again when her hands traveled lower, her fingertips brushing along the flexing muscles of his stomach as her lips attached to his peck, right over his bull rider tattoo. He sucked in a sharp breath when her teeth dragged up his neck and grazed his pulse point before dragging down to the base of his throat just above his clavicle.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Fuck,” Rhett cursed, leaning his head to the side to give her more access to his throat. She giggled against his skin, her nails raking down his torso again as she sank her teeth into his skin before soothing the mark with her warm tongue. Rhett bit his lip as he shakily exhaled, pulling his body back as one hand trailed up her body to cup her jaw, holding her face in place so he could kiss her again. Everything about her was addictive, from the taste of her lip gloss to the way her wet, clothed cunt dragged along his jeans. Rhett was sure that he had died and gone to Heaven when her fingers hooked into his belt loops and pulled his hips flush against hers, her mouth against his muffling the grunt forcing itself from his lips when his dick pressed against her hip bone.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Rhett,” (Y/N) panted, their hot breaths mingling in the sparse distance between their mouths, “I need you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Where d’you need me, pretty girl?” Rhett whispered, thickly swallowing as he attempted to catch his breath. His fingertips began to gently play with the band of her panties, the satin fabric smooth against his rough hands slightly as he toyed with her. He let an accomplished smile tug at his lips when she bucked her hips toward him, chasing the brief feeling of his hands when he pulled away. Rhett traced a soft line down the front of her core, relishing in the choked hum of approval that left her lips. “Do you need me here? Hmm?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Yes,” (Y/N) sighed, hands bunching into the fabric of his open flannel to keep his body on hers. She licked her lips and swallowed, a relieved smile covering her lips, “Yes, please.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett chuckled, a low rumbling sound in the back of his throat, but it was cut off with a proud groan when he felt just how soaked she was. She was practically dripping, and he was the cause of it. He hooked a finger around the satin, pushing it to the side to swipe his fingers through her folds, collecting her arousal and spreading it across his fingertips.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, shit,” (Y/N) gasped, her forehead falling forward on his shoulder as she braced her hands on his torso. She hummed as Rhett gently circled her clit, biting her lips as her body jolted with pleasure.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Angel, I’ve barely touched you,” Rhett teased, but his voice was the furthest thing from jovial. His voice was deep, laced with lust and barely above a whisper. A part of him was hardly able to believe that this was happening, but when he felt her body shudder against his as he pressed two fingers against her clit, he knew that this was real. He didn’t just feel like his prayers had been answered; he knew they had been.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shakily exhaled, pulling her head back and snaking her hands up his torso to grab onto the curls of hair at the nape of his neck. Her eyes were dark with desire, her cheeks flushed and lips kiss-bitten as she leveled her doe-like eyes with his. She was completely at his mercy. “More, please. I need more of you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Without warning, Rhett dipped his fingers to her entrance and slowly pushed his ring and middle fingers in, cursing when he felt her warm walls instinctively clench around his digits. (Y/N) moaned, her body falling lax against the doors as her hands scrambled to find purchase in his hair. Rhett began to pump his fingers, his free hand holding up his weight against the door by her head. He kept reaching for that special spot inside of her, curling his fingers to find the spot that would make her legs shake and her chest heave with labored breaths. He knew he’d found it when he felt that spongy part against his calloused fingertips, and she surged forward and attached her lips to his, whimpering when he picked up the pace of his fingers. Her mouth opened in a silent moan, and Rhett took advantage of her parted lips to lick into her mouth, swallowing every small whine and whimper that left her sweet lips.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Goddamn, you look so pretty, all needy f’me,” Rhett grunted, feeling her wetness begin to drip down his knuckles into the palm of his hand. His dick twitched in his jeans, desperately aching for attention, but he was easily able to put aside his needs when he heard the melodic sound of her breath catching in her throat as a strangled moan at his praise. He cupped his hand around her, pushing the heel of his palm against her clit as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. Her hips began to grind against his hand, chasing her high with determined circles.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, fuck, Rhett, please,” (Y/N) began to ramble, her chest heaving as he pushed her closer to the edge. She tightened her hold on his hair, pulling his face closer as she looked up at him with those wide, innocent eyes, silently pleading with him. “Don’t stop, please. I’m so, so close. Please, Rhett.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A dark chuckle left his throat as he ducked his head and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on the skin just below her ear. He smirked at the high-pitched noise she made when he began scissoring his fingers inside her, teeth pulling at her earlobe before he whispered, “Let go, angel. Give it t’me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) came with a shrill cry, her body collapsing against his as she weakly clung to him. Rhett moaned when he felt her legs attempt to snap shut around his thigh and hand, her cum slowly seeping from her cunt and making a mess all over his fingers and jeans. His cock pushed against the constraints of his jeans when he looked down to see his hand glistening with her arousal, and his chest swelled when he thought of the fact that he made her cum with nothing but his fingers. He continued to slowly pump his fingers in and out of her, carrying her through her orgasm until her body stopped shaking.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)'s hands bunched into the fabric of his open flannel, grounding herself until she found her bearings again. Rhett gently pulled his hand away from her, holding it up to watch her slick shine in the dim sunlight filtering through the sanctuary windows. He was suddenly filled with the need to taste her, so he brought his fingers to his lips and began to lick his fingers. He moaned, swearing that he had never tasted anything so sweet in his life. She tasted better than any freshly baked apple pie or hand-churned ice cream he’d ever had.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“So sweet, angel,” Rhett hummed, savoring the taste of her with his eyes half-closed before they widened. (Y/N) had taken a hold of his wrist, pulling his hand from his lips to hers and slowly sucked his fingers into her mouth, a purring sound leaving her throat as her tongue swirled around his digits. Rhett’s jaw slacked, his eyes darkening as he watched her clean her mess off his fingers. He reached his other hand down to palm himself over his jeans, shaking his head in amazement when she pulled her mouth off his fingers with a faint pop. “Jesus Christ, darlin’.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled, still sounding breathless as she began to push him toward the back row of chairs in the sanctuary, her hands firm on his shoulders. She directed him to a chair and gently sat him down, kneeling in front of him and running her hands slowly up his thighs. “My turn, cowboy.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett could hardly breathe as her dainty hands trailed up his thighs toward his belt buckle, his hands flexing and unflexing around the edge of the chair, unsure what to do with them. (Y/N) hummed, taking one hand off his leg to take hold of his, silently directing him to hold her jaw before she resumed her quest of unbuckling that large buckle around his hips. Rhett had been hard as a rock nearly the whole morning, but he felt as if he was growing harder as he watched the sight in front of him, his dick throbbing beneath the feather-light pressure of her forearm over it as she slid the leather belt out of the clasp.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Fuck,” Rhett hissed, watching with lust-blown eyes as she unzipped his jeans, her movements so painfully slow just to tease him. Although he complied and lifted his hips when she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down just enough to reveal his boxers, he couldn’t stop the flash of annoyance that rippled through his body as he watched her take her sweet time. The young Abbott man let his hand slide from her jaw to her chin, holding it firmly between his thumb and forefinger as he pulled her gaze to his eyes. His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his cheek fluttering with aroused frustration as he sharply said, “I didn’t tease you, now did I?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) bit her lip, shaking her head before laying it on the top of his thigh, just out of reach from where he wanted her to touch him the most. She lazily traced a finger up and down the outline of his cock tenting his boxers, which was pulsing now that the tight denim had been removed. His hips involuntarily bucked up, his body betraying the slight dominating bite in his tone, which only brought a sly grin to (Y/N)'s face.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, but if I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this for as long as I have, I’m gonna enjoy every second of it.” (Y/N) sassed, her brows raising slightly as she challenged him. All the while, her finger kept running that same trail up his clothed cock. Her eyes never left the path of her finger, simply enamored with the idea of what Rhett hid underneath those Levi jeans. Rhett gulped, struggling to regain some control over the situation as she began to apply more pressure to her ministrations, soon letting her wrist go limp so she could use her palm to trace his cock instead of a single finger.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“I’m sure you’d enjoy it more if ya picked up the pace, angel,” Rhett said, his voice sounding as if it was stuck in his throat. He watched as she licked her lips, her eyes growing wider as she met his gaze. If he felt breathless before, that was nothing compared to the vision of (Y/N) kneeling between his legs with her palm moving agonizingly slow across his dick. She looked ethereal, a slight halo of dim lighting surrounding her from the dust-covered windows behind her. She looked as if she belonged there, sat dutifully before him with her doe-eyes and kiss-swollen lip tucked between her teeth.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Y’know, patience is a virtue, Mr. Abbott.” (Y/N) airily said, her cheeks proudly flushing when Rhett’s chest stopped moving. Rhett wasn’t sure where the reaction came from; he’d never imagined that being scolded and called ‘Mr. Abbott’ would send his body into a frenzy, sparking a need deep within his soul to shove his dick down her throat. He needed her to wrap her perfectly pouted lips around his cock, and he needed her to do it now.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett tightened his grip on her chin, pulling her face off his thigh before bunching his other hand in her hair to pull her face closer to his as he sat up. His face hardened as he looked her over, eyes narrowing as his voice deepened, a dominating side overtaking any faint nerves he might have still had. “Y’better put that mouth to use before I do it for you.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎A grin spread across (Y/N)'s face and she leaned up to press a searing kiss to his lips. It was all tongue and teeth, but Rhett hardly had time to register that he could still gather the faint taste of her cum on her lips before she suddenly reached a hand into his boxers and wrapped her small hand around him. An almost animalistic growl left his lips as his jaw slacked, his breath shaky when she gently swiped her thumb over his tip and collected the precum leaking from the slit. Rhett had never been overly vocal, but he couldn’t help the way he moaned when (Y/N) pulled away from his lips and placed a delicate kiss to his tip over his boxers. It was just a taste of what was to come, and he was already beginning to fall apart.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) let that soft giggle of hers trickle from her lips, thoroughly amused by the young Abbott man’s reaction, before she swiftly pulled his boxers down enough to free his cock, letting it fall against his toned stomach. Rhett opened his mouth to tell her to use hers, but a strangled groan replaced any words he was about to say when she leaned forward and licked a slow, hot stripe up his shaft, her eyes never leaving his.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett’s back collapsed against the chair, a shudder washing over his body when she finally wrapped her lips around his tip, her tongue teasing his slit and a hum of appreciation sounding from the back of her throat. Rhett’s hold in her hair tightened, the veins in his forearm beginning to protrude slightly as he let his body take over, bucking his hips and pushing himself further into her warm mouth.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“There ya go, darlin’.” Rhett mumbled, his head falling back as a deep breath left his lips. (Y/N) slowly dipped her head, taking more of him in her mouth as she hummed, the vibrations in her throat adding to Rhett’s pleasure. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly pumping what she couldn’t fit into her mouth as she began to bob her head. The combination of her warm mouth and the sounds of appreciation she was quietly making was enough to make Rhett’s head spin. He swore he had never felt anything so good in his life, finally having the girl he’s pined after for years with her lips around his dick and her lust-blown eyes glancing up at him through her lashes.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)'s free hand was gently running across his hip, her nails scratching his skin so lightly that Rhett hardly realized what she was doing until he let go of her jaw to take her hand in his. He sighed, eyes rolling back when she let go of his cock and pushed her head down further until the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat. A deep rumble of a groan left his lips and his fingers laced through hers, squeezing her hand tightly in appreciation.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Rhett breathed, tucking his chin to his chest so he could watch her continue to take him deeper and deeper until her nose nearly brushed the patch of hair at the base of his cock. It truly was a sight to behold; the beautiful preacher’s daughter deepthroating the wild bull rider known for sleeping around. Rhett knew he’d never be able to forget the image of (Y/N) between his legs, and the realization that he’d have this memory to look back on the next time he was feeling lonely made his cock twitch in her mouth. (Y/N) let out a long breath before attempting to take him further, and the feeling of her nose finally reaching his pubic bone had Rhett bucking his hips before he could stop himself.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) gagged around him, and that didn’t help the way the coil in Rhett’s stomach tightened with the need to feel her do that again, and keep her mouth stuffed full of him. He let go of her hand and let it join his other hand in her hair, but before he could force her to cockwarm him with her throat, he was somehow able to have the thought that she might not want to. And Rhett was a gentleman, even with lust clouding his senses. If he wanted to ensure that this wasn’t a one-time deal, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“This okay, angel?” Rhett rasped, his voice gravelly and somewhat hoarse. (Y/N) looked up at him, her lashes clumped together slightly and wet with unshed tears, her mascara beginning to trail down the apples of her cheeks, but that couldn’t do anything to hide the earnest look in her eyes. She pulled off of his cock with a gasp, her head nodding eagerly as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“More than okay.” (Y/N) breathlessly said, already leaning down to take him in her mouth again. Rhett moaned when she sunk down around him without hesitation, a deep exhale through her nose tickling his pubic hair as she hummed around him again. Her hands rested on his hips, fingers flexing as she focused on her breathing. Rhett was utterly entranced as he watched her, so eager to please him and bring him his release right there in the church sanctuary. His stomach began to churn, his breathing becoming uneven and ragged as he shakily exhaled. She slowly pulled her mouth up his shaft, tongue swirling around his tip before dipping down once more, not stopping until she was completely full of him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett could feel his orgasm was fast approaching as she swallowed around him, her throat constricting and tightening around him before she pulled up and suckled his tip, her tongue running along the slit as she lazily pumped him with one hand so she could catch her breath. The coil in Rhett’s stomach began to subside, but that allowed his head to clear enough to realize that if he was going to cum, it wasn’t going to be in her mouth. That was going to be an image he could capture at another time, but right now, all he wanted was to have the picture of her riding him wearing his Stetson ingrained in his mind.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett heaved a long breath, his chest deflating slightly as he slid a hand around her chin again. With a mumbled, ‘Come ‘ere, angel,’ he brought her lips to his, kissing her sweetly before he found that dominating side from moments ago. “You gon’ model that hat f’me or what, honey?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)'s eyes lit up as she giggled, nodding her head and reaching over to grab his Stetson from the seat beside him. She kept her eyes on his as she situated it on her head, adjusting it so it hung low over her eyes the way he had it that morning. Her head tilted back, gaze meeting his through hooded eyes as she teasingly turned her face from side to side to show it off.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What d’ya think, Rhett?” (Y/N) teased, leaning down to kitten-lick the tip of his cock, quiet moans leaving her lips as she gathered the leaking precum on her tongue. All Rhett could do was groan, his dick throbbing against his stomach as he looked her over with hungry eyes. He had never seen a more perfect sight, not even the Tetons at sunset could compete with her wearing his hat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett clicked his tongue and smirked, his fingers tightening around her chin slightly as he breathlessly said, “You’re gon’ make me an even bigger goddamn sinner, sweetheart. You look so fuckin’ perfect wearing my hat with my dick in your mouth.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giddily hummed, wrapping her lips around his tip once more and dipping her head until the rim of the hat hit Rhett’s abs. She pulled off him again with a soft pop, sitting back on her heels as she hummed contentedly. She grinned up at him, eyes playful as she asked, “Now, isn’t there somethin’ I’m supposed to do if I’m wearin’ a cowboy’s hat?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett chuckled, simultaneously amused and aroused by her seemingly innocent question. He nodded, leaning forward as his hands slipped to her biceps to pull her up on her knees again. “Get up here in my lap, pretty girl. Time to show ya somethin’ ‘bout ridin’.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) wasted no time in standing to her feet, teasingly trailing her fingertips up her thighs until they breached the hem of her skirt and tucked into the band of her ruined satin panties before she swiftly pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them. She smirked as she leaned forward and tucked the panties into his front pocket before straddling his thighs. Rhett’s hands immediately found her hips, pushing her skirt up so he could feel her hot skin against his rough hands and direct her dripping core to drag over his cock. They both moaned at the feeling, (Y/N)'s head lolling on her shoulders as her hands gripped his shoulders.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Please, Rhett,” (Y/N) whined, her teasing nature long gone as she began to grind along the length of his cock. She gasped when the tip bumped her clit, her eyes fluttering shut as her fingers flexed in pleasure. She licked her lips, that intoxicating strawberry lipstick long gone as she reached a shaky hand up to hold his hat on her head. “Rhett, please, fuck me.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett had imagined her begging for his cock so many times, but nothing could have prepared him for the feral feeling that would spread like wildfire through his chest when she finally did. It was pure instinct as one of his hands left her hips and grasped the base of his cock, the other holding her firmly in place as he aligned himself with her entrance.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett’s eyes flickered up to her face to watch her as he eased her down onto his length, his jaw slacking at the sight. Her lips parted, eyes screwed shut, and cheeks flushed as a breathy moan left her lips. His hat was slightly askew on her head, casting a shadow over half of her face as her chest heaved with panted breaths. Rhett swore he could have cum right then, the feeling of her tight walls slowly encapsulating him and hugging every inch perfectly as she whimpered above him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Jesus, angel,” Rhett sighed, his hands tightening on her hips as she lowered herself until he was fully sheathed inside of her. He could feel that sweet spongy spot against his tip, every breath she took, and every noise she made making her walls flutter around him in a way that made him wonder why he’d never acted on his desires sooner. He’d been missing out on all of this for years, but there was no way he was going to anymore. She hadn’t even begun to ride him and he was already so far gone for her he knew she’d ruined any other woman for him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) shakily exhaled, her chest dropping forward so she could press and hungry kiss to his lips as she began to raise her hips. Her movements were agonizingly slow, every shift of her muscles calculated to bring the both of them the most pleasure possible. Her hands tightened on his shoulders as she sunk down on him again, faster than the first time, before repeating her actions. Each time she lowered her hips against his, her pace grew faster and harder, a steady stream of skin slapping skin filling the sanctuary.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett let out a string of curses as she began to circle her hips every time she sunk down on him, a hand flying up to the back of her neck to keep her lips on his as his hips began to buck up into her. He met every bounce, every roll of her hips in perfect synchronicity; it was as if they had been fucking one another for years and knew exactly how to bring each other to the brink without a second thought. Every lovesick idea that Rhett had that they were perfect for one another was confirmed as their bodies moved, chasing their highs as their stomachs churned with desire.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) bunched the fabric of his flannel in her hands, supporting her weight on his chest as she bounced on his cock, keeping each one small so he hardly left her cunt at all but still hit her g-spot with every thrust. Rhett felt her walls clench around him as she whimpered, “I’m so, so close, Rhett. Oh, my god. Fuck!”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett grunted in concentration as one hand slid from her hip to the front of her body, his fingers splayed across her stomach as his thumb began to circle her clit. He could feel his cock pushing against her stomach with every thrust, sending his body and mind into a frenzy as he sped up the speed of his thrusts. Rhett couldn’t even form complete words, anything he wanted to say was lost in his throat as it turned into desperate moans and grunts. His mind began to cloud with nothing but the want to make her cum, and he began to tighten the circles his thumb was making on her clit, focusing purely on the small bundle of nerves as she frantically ground her hips against his.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” (Y/N)'s words were jumbled, running together as she clung to Rhett’s shoulders. Rhett could feel his orgasm quickly approaching with each brush of his tip against her g-spot and each tug of his hair. (Y/N)'s walls clung to him, pulsing as he finally pushed her over the cliff, sending her spiraling into a trembling orgasm that had her entire body jolting with pleasure.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Shit, angel, I’m close.” Rhett wasn’t far behind, and although he wanted nothing more than to cum inside her and claim her as his own, he didn’t want to fuck this up. He grunted, slowing his hips just enough to keep himself right on the edge of an orgasm to ask, “Where d’you want me, pretty girl?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Inside!” (Y/N) practically begged, finding the strength to pull her head back and meet his eyes. Hers were wide, pleading with him to cum inside of her as she nodded her head. “Please, Rhett, please, I want it all.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎That was all it took to hurl him over the edge. Rhett’s hips stuttered before they stilled, the coil in his stomach snapping as he came inside her, painting her warm walls with his seed as a pathetic moan tumbled past his lips. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his body shook, her pussy clenching around him and milking him for everything he had. His entire body tensed, fingers flexed so hard around her hips that he knew there’d be bruises when he let go of her. He had never cum so hard, his orgasm taking every ounce of energy and more until the last spurt of cum.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎They were both absolutely spent, lungs burning for air as they attempted to catch their breaths. It was eerily silent in the old, stuffy sanctuary, save for their labored breaths and the nearly undetectable sound of (Y/N)'s nails running across Rhett’s chest. Rhett was slowly becoming aware of the sticky sheen of sweat covering their bodies and the mess pooling around the base of his softening cock as their combined cum leaked from her pussy. (Y/N) lazily kissed at Rhett’s neck, grounding herself with the action before she pushed herself up, hands braced on his pecs as she grinned at him.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) playfully bit her lips, meeting his shining blue eyes as she said, “You’re not gettin’ this hat back, cowboy.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett breathlessly chuckled, pushing his hair back from his face as he gazed up at her. “If I get t’fuck you like that when ya wear it, I don’ want it back. Jesus Christ.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) giggled and reached up to tilt the hat back as she leaned down, softly kissing his lips before she sat back up, smirking as he chased after her before his back collapsed against the chair again. She slowly lifted herself off of him, letting her skirt drop to cover herself as she stood on wobbly legs, “I’m gonna go get us somethin’ t’clean up with.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“No, no, I got it.” Rhett immediately said, pushing himself off the chair and scrambling to tuck himself back into his boxers. He adjusted his jeans on his hips, but opted to leave them undone until he was cleaned up. He smiled at (Y/N) and leaned down over her, tilting her chin up as he whispered, “Least I can do after the best sex of my life, sweetheart.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett placed a chaste kiss to her lips before he stood up straight and made his way to the altar at the other end of the room, knowing that they kept napkins in one of the tables back there. He returned with a handful, kneeling before her and carefully wiping her legs clean of their cum with whispered apologies if she hissed from oversensitivity. It was such a stark contrast from his fast and brutal pace that (Y/N) was wistfully sighing, watching him with adoring eyes as he wiped himself down and tossed the napkins into a bin near the sanctuary doors.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stood up and slowly walked over to Rhett, her arms circling his waist as he finished buckling his belt as she grinned up at him. “Y’know, maybe I’ll wear the hat to the rodeos this weekend. Could be your good luck charm.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett chuckled and turned around in her arms, hands gently squeezing her waist as he hummed in approval. “Ya want everyone t’see ya wearing my hat?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) eagerly nodded, eyes glinting with mischief as she said, “Been lookin’ for a way outta my daddy’s house for years. Maybe he’ll be mad enough t’kick me out if he sees me wearin’ the hat of ‘that damn Abbot boy.’”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Rhett smiled and flicked the brim of the hat, letting it settle above her eyebrows so he could see her eyes better. “Good idea, angel. Then I’d get ya all t’myself.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) stretched up on her toes and gently pressed her lips to his, sighing contentedly as Rhett pulled her body flush against his. Rhett knew he had gotten himself into a tricky situation by fucking the preacher’s daughter, but with her lips against his, the opinions and judgements of the residents of Wabang couldn’t have mattered any less to him. He had an angel that could sin like the devil in his arms.

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 7 months

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parenthood killed the rodeo star | famous!rhett x oc

Summary: Rhett's been riding bulls in Montana, Tessa's been curving barrels in Oklahoma, but now they're both in South Dakota with a rodeo on the horizon. So of course the first thing they do is get a hotel room with one, king-sized, bed to share. (wc: 2330)

Warnings: straight filth, 18+ only minors DNI (language, thigh riding, pleasure dom rhett, praise kink, pinv, size kink, no condom be smart unlike these two, rhett liking when it hurts a little, slight cock-warming), fwb situation, idiots in love

✎……listen, i am but a simple whore and sometimes ya just gotta let it out. based off this little post i made where rhett and tessa are both famous rodeo contestants.

✎……MASTERLIST || NEXT INSTALLMENT

Her skin felt burning hot beneath his hand as he trailed it down, down, down her side. Rough fingertips slipping over yellow lace until they came to a halt on her hip. Rhett gently guided her hips to rock against his thigh once more, barely needing to apply pressure as she succumbed to the dripping need between her legs. He could feel a wet patch already forming on his jeans.

Tessa broke away from his desperate, consuming kiss with a whimper, fingers tangling in his hair. She looked so damn pretty in the low hotel room light. Light brown hair like burnt honey tossed messily over one shoulder. Blue eyes hooded and pink lips swollen from too many kisses parted and wet. Rhett leaned back against the headboard and just watched her for a moment. Those muscles in her abdomen rolling and contracting as she moved her hips against his leg all on her own. Just like riding a raging bull. God, he wished he hadn’t thrown his hat off at the door. That too big stetson sitting on her pretty head would be a sight right then.

God, he missed her. A month was too long. But they had different commitments, different rodeos. And they always knew they would end up together again somewhere down the line.

Somehow they always did.

His other hand slid up her thigh to squeeze the forgiving but hardened flesh tightly. “That’s it, keep goin’, sunshine.”

She was getting shy on him now. Leaning into his chest with her face pressed into his collar. No matter how many times they hooked up, Tessa still liked to hide from him. Hold back those noises. Not let him see. But Rhett loved coaxing her out of that shell. Making her fall apart over and over until all her inhibitions were down and she could just be Tessa. Not the famous, million-dollar barrel racer. Just the girl from Wabang, Wyoming getting her world wrecked by the boy she went to high school with.

So, picking up on her rhythm, Rhett pressed his thigh up into her at just the right time to make her grind down just that bit more pleasurable. And he revelled in the heavy moan that she let slip into the crook of his neck.

“Sound so pretty, sunny, tha’s a good girl.”

Involuntarily, her back arched, pushing her chest into his as a breathless oh slipped past her lips. Sometimes she hated how Rhett could climb the walls of her and poke at her tender center. Her most vulnerable parts. But really, it was her own fault for letting him in in the first place. He was a piece of home, a comfort, a release…One that she had missed terribly for the past four weeks. Their unspoken agreement when they were in the same city was one she didn’t want to break. One she didn’t want to lose because it wouldn’t just be the piece of home, the comfort, or the release she lost. It would be Rhett.

Who, despite the growing hardness in his jeans she could feel against her leg, didn’t push it. Didn’t even move besides the hand on her hip and thigh and his leg pressed into her. Who, despite the mutual benefit of their agreement, always put her pleasure first. Always made sure she fell apart as many times as she could take. Until there was nothing left in her head besides him and him only.

So, heart racing in her chest, she reached between them and cupped him through his jeans. Feeling the hard outline of him beneath the rough denim, long and thick and overwhelming.

Rhett’s grunt quickly turned into a low moan right in her ear, his hips bucking up into her hand. Then he shook his head with a kiss to her hair. “Don’worry’bout me, lemme help you.”

She whined high in her throat, moved against his thigh faster, burrowed into his chest further. But she can’t bring herself to retract her hand. Mostly out of embarrassment that her tactic to get him to finally fuck her didn’t work. But also because the feeling of him was grounding. This physical thing that showed he wanted her too.

But, God, she was getting impatient. She wanted him. Had craved the feeling of him stretching her out and making her his for nearly a month. That feeling of her just being Tessa Abernathy, and him just being Rhett Abbott, two kids from Wabang trying to find some sense of home in one another. Maybe even some sense of love.

Tessa, of course, didn’t know how to articulate any of that. Let alone that she just wanted him to press her down into the mattress and make her forget her own name already. Instead, all that came out was insistent whining into his chest. Her hips working against him harder, her hands pawing at his bare, broad shoulders.

She felt those same shoulders rumble with a chuckle. “Whaddaya want, sunny? Come on now.”

Threading his fingers into her hair, he pulled lightly and she went without complain, letting him look into her blown pupils with raised brows. Her hips slow to the occasional cant against the large wet mark in his jeans. After a minute of looking at him, wetting her lips and trying to find the words she finally whispered out:

“Wan — Want you.”

As her fingers reflexively squeezed around his bulge, making him groan. Then he captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongue fighting to lick inside her mouth and teeth nipping at her bottom lip. For a moment, she thought she was going to get what she wanted. But then his hand left her hair and trailed back down to her hip, gently urging her with a push and a tug to get her going again.

“Soak my thigh like a good girl,” he grumbled against her parted lips. “‘N’ll give ya what ya want.”

A half-frustrated groan slipped past her lips.

Rhett grinned. “What? Don’wanna be my good girl anymore, sunshine?”

“Wanna be good,” she whispered back, fingers pushing back into his hair she cut in a hotel bathroom back in Texas.

He smirked again as he pecked her lips, moved her hip a little harder.

“Then show me how much ya missed me.”

It was like a flip got switched. With a moan and a tug of his hair, she was reclaiming his lips. Possessive and overwhelming but in the best way possible. Rhett whined softly as her tongue slipped past his lips to taste whiskey and chewing tobacco. Her body moved harder, faster. It really was like she was riding a bull. Moving and rolling with every buck. Taking it all in stride. Even when he surprised her by trailing kisses down her neck and sucking at her hardened nipples through the lace of her bralette.

“Rhett,” she breathed, just on the edge, just a little more.

“Come on, sunny baby, give it t’me,” he panted back, warm breath enveloping her breast.

The way she gasped his name as she came had him twitching in her hand still tight as a vice around him. Then, like she weighed almost nothing, he was lifting her from his lap and settling her onto her back on the soft sheets. Gone were the rough motel thread counts they rolled around in when they both first started out on the circuit. Now, they were in a five-star hotel with a view. Now, the sheets were silken and expensive and there wasn’t a slot for a quarter to make the mattress vibrate (a feature Rhett sometimes missed).

Rhett undid his belt buckle, a big one from his latest win in Montana, and pushed his jeans and boxers far enough down for his cock to spring free. Angry and red and dripping precum. He felt ready to burst as he leaned back over her still panting form, his seams on their last threads with his hands on either side of her head.

“Did so good, sunshine, my sweet baby girl,” he muttered as he pressed kisses all over her face. She only hummed in reply, a happy sort of sound that made him grin against her cheek. “Wanna keep goin’?”

“Uh-huh, please,” she whimpered back, already squirming.

“Well, whaddaya want?” he teased, notching himself against her clothed entrance. “Come on, use y’r words.”

He couldn’t help but love to tease her on occasion. It made her bashful. Made her cheeks pink to something like cotton-candy in the low light. Even as she wriggled her hips to get him to do what she wanted and her teeth came down hard against her bottom lip. He could see the gears turning behind those bright blue eyes. The words she so desperately wanted to say but couldn’t bring herself to. With his fingers curling into those ridiculous silk sheets, he rolled his hips against her. Watched as her mouth dropped open and her eyelids fell nearly closed.

A sight he thought about almost every night while she was away from him.

He barely even started the next flex forward of his hips before she squeaked out, “Want you inside me — please!”

He couldn't resist that, no matter how much he wanted to keep teasing her. As he moved her panties to the side, he dropped his forehead to hers, and pressed his lips wherever they could reach. Then he pressed in slowly, letting out a deep, guttural groan at the feeling of her walls fluttering in a desperate attempt to accommodate him.

“Fuck, y’re tight,” he huffed as he paused, trying not to blow his load right then and there with the way she was squeezing him.

Tessa arched her back, brow furrowed as she looked down to where they met then back up to his face. “It-It’s been a month, bubs.”

“What? Didn’have anybody t’tide ya over?”

They both knew the answer to that. They both didn’t want to think about the implications of it right then either.

Rhett stilled again once he was sheathed to the hilt. Just feeling her pulse around him, warm and tight and just what he had been wanting. Listening to her panting where he had her caged beneath him. Struggling to take him. Some whine got caught in her throat as she pawed at his chest.

“Big,” she gasped sharply.

It made him shudder, arms buckling with his lips breathing heavy against her temple. “I know, baby, s’okay. You c’n take it. Know you can.”

She whined again as he tilted his hips and ground them into her clit. Trying to help, trying to ease the ache. She knew that. But right then, all she could truly think about was just how big Rhett Abbott was. How did she forget that nearly every single time? How he filled every available inch of space inside her, pressed against all the proper places, until she could feel him in her guts. How those broad shoulders and chest filled her entire view with her below him. Everywhere. All the time. Everything was him. And that meant everything was good.

“M-Move,” she was finally able to whisper as she hooked her calves over his hips. “Please.”

The small whine that punched out of him on his first draw back and push in makes her head spin. He moved slow but firm, moving in inches that felt like so much more to her. The once cool metal of his belt buckle pressed against her thigh now felt burning hot — a brand of his own making.

“Doin’ so good, sunshine, takin’ me so deep,” he praised as he mouthed at her cheek and jaw.

“R-Rhett,” she whimpered, feeling tears prick at the backs of her eyes as he tilted his hips just right and hit that spot only he had ever been able to find. “Oh, f-fuck, right there. Don’stop.”

“Can you cum f’me again, sunny? Be my good girl?” he asked, panting and stuttering, pace no longer slow but hard and fast, unable to control himself.

Tessa barely managed to sob out a yes. Tears streaming down her cheeks that part of her doesn’t know why they have appeared. Was it because it just felt so good? Was it because it was finally them together again at last? Was it because she already knew he was going to be gone in two weeks time? What she did know, what she did understand, is that when he wrapped one big hand around both her wrists and pushed her arms up the bed, she was a goner. Sobbing and moaning and sloppily trying to meet him thrust for thrust. When she reached that high, she crashed into it hard with a cry and an arch of her back and Rhett’s sweaty hair sticking to her neck.

She barely registered the warmth flooding her as Rhett gave his last few thrusts. And then a few more just because he liked when it hurt. When he was edged towards that overstimulation that made his eyes water. She always wondered if he did that with everyone he slept with or just her. But when he tried to pull out and she tightened around him, he hissed and whined and let go of her wrists to pound his fist into the mattress.

“Uhn, Tess, t-too much,” he grumbled breathily.

“Wan’you t’stay,” she said, tongue feeling too big for her mouth.

Still breathing heavy, Rhett flashed her a small smile. “Wanna keep me warm?”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, pushing his hair back behind his ear from where it had fallen across his face. “Jus’for a minute. Please?”

They both knew the answer. They both didn’t want to think about the implications of it.

With some slight manuevering and a few more noises from Rhett, he was flat on his back and she was straddling his hips. Curled up on his chest, listening to the slowing beat of his heart. A piece of home. Comfort. Release…

Happiness. Wholeness. Love.

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dulcewrites · 6 months

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New Traditions

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x afab!reader

Summary: As the first holiday season in your new home approaches, Rhett and you start new traditions and make promises (wc: 3k)

Warnings/Fic notes: mentions of unhappy childhoods (reader and Rhett probably needed more hugs as kids). Allusions to a rich!reader. Me using decorating as smokescreen for a character study lol. Daddy issues galore. The Christmas music is very self indulgent on my part too. Allusions/mentions to 18+ content

A/N: *Mariah Carey whistle note* ITS TIMEEEEEE. Lmao hiii, I hope you all are doing well. It has been a minute since I have written for a fandom outside of hotd so please bear with me on that front. I eventually want to take request soon (for Rhett, some tgm characters, and Calvin Evans) so my inbox is always open if y’all are interested - just shoot me something. If you read anything you like please reblog, like, and or comment. Also let me know when y’all put your decorations up (if you celebrate anything). I’m a staunch first weekend of December girlie myself ❤️

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As pathetic as it sounds out loud, Rhett had grown accustomed to having the rug pulled out from under him. He had a looming and painful history with differentiating the cards life dealt him and what he deserves; over time, they began to blur together. At a certain point, he just resigned himself to life just being sort of... eh. Reminding himself that though things could be better, they could also be much, much worse.

It would all combinate in this hazy, syrupy snapshot of moments that ran together. At least, that is what he thought till he met you.

He thinks you would not understand it if he told you - that you are one of those people that is easy to love, while people like him took work to want. Hard work. Something that would be likened to the type of manual labor a Wyoming, farm grown boy like him is used to doing day in and day out. If he dared to express it, you would give him a good-natured laugh and shake your head like you always did when he said something self-deprecating.

"What kind of women do you take me for, Abbott," followed by a playful eye roll. "The type that settles?"

Rhett supposes that was the conundrum with you. Because the statement is not wrong; nothing about you gave off the impression you would settle for anything. That could come from a life of having almost everything at your fingertips. But the questions still tickle his tongue and doubts still makes his brain hazy.

It has only compounded since the two of you moved in together.

It was you who posed the suggestion, a shy smile on your lips. Despite the skepticism and disappointment from your parents, it did not feel right for you to sell your grandmother's ranch, the one your father grew up on, after she passed. You insisted on keeping it yourself, clearly having a soft spot for the house you would visit whenever you had the chance to.

Our home, you called it.

Your baking kits in the kitchen, his horses in the stable, and various clothes in the closets. He should feel reassured by this all… and yet… he waits for the other shoe to drop. For the rug to once again be pulled out from under him. Everything is so warm and new, and he worries about the day it slips through his fingers like sand.

Words in general, and expressing this specifically, does not come easy for him. Though loving you comes as easy as breathing for him. Rhett puts all that stuffing emotions and feelings away to good use as he tries to focus on the present. The only thing that manages to keep his mind clear is keeping his hands busy. So, he tries to make up for it in any way he can. The pale wall color your grandma insisted on keeping but reminded you of a sterile hospital? Painted to something more vibrant. The light fixtures in the kitchen that you said were ‘far too phallic to enjoy a meal under’? Well, those new ones are the best money could buy.

He just finished the building that rocking chair you got for the porch when you stick your head out of the house to call him in for dinner, eyes alight with something he could not put his finger on.

Dinner was silent, too silent for you, who always could spark up a conversation with anyone. A tiny sense of dread sets in, and he can’t help but think it maybe something he did… or did not do.

“The chicken is good,” he tries to start any kind of conversation or joy behind the eyes, but all he gets is an empty smile.

The unnerving quietness carries on for a few of minutes, but you suddenly drop your fork on the plate with a clank.

“Did y'all go all out for Christmas?”

Along with the noise the fork made, the question startled Rhett. He blinks blankly utterly confused by how it went from silence to that.

“What?”

“Oh, sorry,” your lips downturn into an embarrassed frown. “I should not have assumed y’all even celebrate it. I guess I just assumed with your mom and all.”

“No, we do celebrate,” he shakes head.

“So, did you go all out? When did you guys put the decorations out?”

Rhett shifts in his seat uncomfortably. Much like everything else that comes to his family, it is never linear or easy. He doesn’t know how to explain how one year they just stopped decorating; gifts and midnight mass were seen as hassles not the usual. Everything that the holidays stood for: family, love, gratefulness, togetherness was the antithesis of them. The joy and warmth of the holidays was sucked from the house and never came back till Amy was old enough to know what Christmas was - till Rebecca and his ma teamed up one day to make a fuss about the house being cold and sterile. What they meant is that Royal was cold… and sterile.

Rhett can still remember the look of disbelief in Rebecca’s eyes when Perry didn’t back her up on the matter. It was a look Rhett had seen from when he was a teen till the last day, he saw Becca. He still gets a rotten taste in his mouth thinking about he never got to tell her how much she meant to him. But that would also mean admitting that often his biggest advocate was a woman basically forced into the family versus the people he shared actual blood with.

Slight embarrassment burns his mouth like a hot iron down his thoat.

With a tight throat, Rhett shrugs. “It changed every year,” he lies. Then shakes his head. “It wasn’t a big deal really.”

Almost as abruptly as you stopped eating, you get up from the kitchen table. He just about calls out to see if you are ok, but you come back in the dining area carrying a picture.

“When I was cleaning out the garage, I found this.”

Rhett leans over, and he can’t help the slow grin that settles on his face. At first, he didn’t recognize the faces in the picture but then he saw a familiar crooked, mischievous smile, but this time on a younger girl. A little you. Decked out in a red, poofy dress and tiny white fur shawl. Shiny black saddle shoes that gleam even in the old photo.

“My baby as a baby,” he whispers.

Rhett continues to scan the photo. Behind you was two older people, and he can only assume they are your parents. They are exactly how he thought they would be and nothing like he thought at the same time. Your mom casually glamourous in green, your dad in a suit far too done up just for family dinner with a heavy hand on your shoulder. You wear her eyes but his nose. Right behind the three of you, a heavily decorated banister and in the foreground a Christmas tree so large that Rhett thinks it has to be a safety hazard.

You do not seem as happy or in awe of the relic as him, in fact you look sick at the sight.

“That was taken before they sat me down to tell me they were getting a divorce.”

Rhett’s heart sinks a little at the as the way your mouth juts out in bitterness.

“Looking back on it, I should have known. Dad was never home, mom was detached, probably depressed. Ya know, I remember them specifically saying that nothing would change, and naive little me not only believe that but wanted it. Not realizing something was just… off. But I guess most nine-year-old’s can’t tell the difference.”

He supposed it was easier for him to paint a rosier picture of your parents, for his sake and yours. Maybe winters in Texas were better than ones he experienced, maybe life was better. He has seen pictures of house, the compound, you grew up on. But now hearing what you are saying made pity take over the normal envy.

Rhett reaches out to grab your hand, and squeezes. “M’ sorry.”

You wave your free hand nonchalantly thought the casualness does not meet your eyes fully.

“No use crying over spilt milk,” you sigh. “I just saw the picture and tried to rack my brain for the last time we were all together for the holidays. After that one, it was one year with mama, the next with dad. And I don't think we ever decorated the house together. That was my caregiver, Jodie's job. Made me curious other people’s traditions I guess."

Rhett fiddles with the rings on your fingers while chewing on the fleshy part on the inside of his cheek.

“Maybe we can make our own,” he mutters softly. “Startin’ this year.”

You look up through your lashes, eyes fluttering away from the picture that sat on the table.

“Really?”

He nods. If that is what you want, he’d do it for you. Like he would do anything for you. Your gaze goes out the window across from the table. The leaves on the trees already began to change and fall to the ground. Going from green to various shades of red, purple, and brown. The season already has changed; heat melting away as the temperature dropped and cool breeze set in.

Your spirit noticeably lightens. “Do you think we can get a real tree? Mamma always said it was too much of hassle to get a real one.”

Rhett holds up his hand and extends his pinky. “As long as there is mistletoe in the house.”

Under new light fixtures, and with the sun grazing the ground as it sets, the two of you made your first promise.

Investments are important.

Your father told you so all your life. To the giant painting he bought for the Tennessee house (the one you later realized was a Degas), the stocks he bought for you for your fifteenth birthday, or his insistence you go to his alma mater. All investments that he expected payoff for. Your father will always be the smartest businessman you know, and he still managed to be so clueless with everything else.

People are not investments. Not really, at least. Not in the way your father looked at it. You can put money and effort into something, but it is never a guarantee it will work out that way. And you can’t just leave when things do not go your way. Your poor father never seemed to understand that, and you think it broke your grandma’s heart in the process.

And maybe you are no better than him. As a child, you admittedly reaped the benefits your parents offered you, almost to a fault. They would often laugh at your ability to move on to the next thing without so much as a blink of an eye. Onto the next toy, the next piece of clothing, the next makeup item. How can you criticize behavior you gave into yourself?

“You’re a reformed brat,” Jennie, your old debutant buddy turned psychologist said over the phone. “Give yourself some grace. At least you want better yourself now.”

So, you gave yourself just that. You didn’t sell your grandma’s place for the equity or whatever bullshit your dad mentioned. You didn’t Amelia County leave though your mom offered to set you up with her in New York. And God… you’re letting your fall - fall so deeply in love with Rhett, despite the voice in your head that tells you not to.

You replay your, in your opinion, embarrassing meeting. Bursting into tears in the middle of a grocery store was not the romantic story you want to tell others. But he came up to you to say that though he only spoke to her a handful of times when she would stay in her vacation home in Wabang, he knew your grandmother was a good woman and would be missed.

A blubbery mess of grief right next to the meat aisle spiraled into decorating your grandmother's house together - your house.

With Frank Sinatra’s version of ‘Let it Snow’ playing in the background, a rush of giddiness takes over. Jodie always said you had an eye for pretty things.

"A little excited, no," Rhett eyes copious amounts of bags you brought into the house. “It’s not even December yet.”

You survey the bags and boxes laid out. So, you went slightly overboard. Like driving out of town to the nearest big city to do some more shopping. Some habits die hard.

"This is just the starter stuff," you pull reams of garland out of the bag. “Just wait till they start selling the trees. Oh! And I got ingredients to teach you how to make sugar cookies from scratch.”

Rhett is silent for a moment, and you wonder if it is too much too fast. Your mother always said that enthusiasm, especially around men, should be tempered and demure. No one likes a girl that acts like a dog with a bone, sweetheart.

“Do.. do you think we can invite Amy over for the cookies thing,” his cobalt eyes soften at the mention of his niece. “I think she would like that.”

“Of course.”

You knew how important it was to Rhett for things to stay good with Amy. Her reception of the move was the only one he seemed to care about. You could not help but think the rest of Rhett’s family was skeptical about his decision. Cecilia was always kind towards you, and she was mostly receptive to the idea, but you assume it must hurt to see her baby venture out. Something about her reminded you of your own mother. Two women clearly used to the short end of the stick, and had to find ways to deal with it. While your mother found salvation in travel and extravagant parties, Cecilia found hers in faith.

Perry was well… Perry, about the whole thing. Just based on how he handled the news, and small tidbits you picked up from Rhett, it seemed like Perry was upset about Rhett making a choice just for himself. A luxury that the eldest son had a premium on for some time.

But you think it was the patriarch of the family who took it the hardest. It may be the reality of having two less hands around 24/7 like Rhett says, but you tend to think it is something deeper with Royal. Anger, sadness, pride - all of them??? You don’t know.

But what you do know is that family tension is something both you and Rhett know far too well.

After unpacking the bags and boxes you got, the smoky coos of Frank Sinatra transition into the pop Christmas playlist you put together. You don’t remember when the bottle of red wine came out, whether it was between Britney singing about what she wants for Christmas that year or Mariah singing about a holy night. It might have been after you insisted the two of you try your hand at diy decorations. But Rhett rolled his eyes when you talked about getting glasses, taking swings straight from the bottle instead.

“I don’t know how you drink this shit,” he wrinkled his nose, but he takes another hit.

“Just like you enjoy your watery beer,” you retake the bottle from him to have some more yourself.

“Last time I checked,” he expertly ties red and green ribbon into pretty bows and knots. “You were there with me, drinkin’ said watery beer.”

You bite your lip as you watch his brows furrow, and he pokes his tongue out sweetly as he ties meticulously.

“You’re quite good at that.”

“‘M good with ropes too.”

It could be the red wine, which always made your insides warm and fuzzy. Or if could just be the Rhett of it all. Him indulging this perhaps silly childhood wound of yours in full earnest.

“Hmmm,” you shuffle closer to him. The two of you might a makeshift area on the living room floor of pillows and blankets. An almost sickly-sweet peppermint candle ablaze on the table, and the fireplace crackling nearby.

“Royal used to make me secure the lines and pull logs. Kinda got good at it.”

By this time, you’re stuck at his side, suddenly a little fixated on hair on his neck that trickles up to his jaw and cheeks. You like him like this; hair falling from behind where it is tucked behind his ears. Scruffy and soft.

“Maybe you can show me how good you are.”

Rhett’s attention still doesn’t stray from the ribbons he cuts and ties, a task he is clearly taking seriously, but he nods in agreement. You roll your eyes slightly at how oblivious he can be.

“On me, Rhett,” you spell it out for him. “You can use the ropes on me.”

He stops and turns with a look of wanton, wetting his lips for a moment.

“Yeah,” he asks, the inflection at the end of the question breathy and soft.

You nuzzle your nose into area right under his ear with a hum, kissing the skin there and taking in the smell of his cologne. A woodsy scent with sprites of magnolia and cedar. It was one that consumed the bedroom and your mind. You spent much of your formative years pretending to hate the idea of being desired or wanted - chasteness an idea drilled into your head since you were a little girl and told by the ladies of your church that the only thing worse than being ungodly is being ‘fast’. Then you spent college overcorrecting to the point of farce. Letting the guys you knew had little regard for how you felt at the end of it make decisions for you. Emotionally, mentally, and sexually.

Your first time with Rhett was a hodgepodge of giggle and sighs only to be heard by vast emptiness of the home you do sit in now. His boots and jeans askew on the floor. You eccentric grandma’s knick knacks watching you two. Most notably, the cat clock that reflected in the moonlight, the one Rhett insisted you keep when he moved in. After him eating you out until you cried, and a night that ended in you making a trip to the local pharmacy for a Plan B, you honestly expected a series of awkward moments that would single-handedly ruin the small town bliss you experienced for the first time. And yet, in the morning, his lips turned up in a shy smile and he asked if you had bacon in the fridge.

You didn’t realize how badly you were under water and needed to breathe until you came to Wabang. Your lips work their way up his jaw til you reach the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s make it another tradition.”

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Knight in Flannel

Summary: Rhett Abbott comes to your rescue in Wabangs only convenience store.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x afab!Reader

Warnings: Harassment, alcohol and swearing.

Word count: 1642

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You had stopped at Wabangs only convenience store to pick up a list of stuff you had been compiling throughout the week. You had already gotten most of the list but still needed a handful of stuff. Rounding the corner for the chip aisle you were about to make your way down it until you ran into someone's chest.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You said stepping back a couple feet looking up to see who you ran into. You didn’t recognize the man but the look on his face made you a little uncomfortable. So you went to step around him and go get the chips you needed.

Right when you made your first step he stepped in front of you stopping you in your place. You stepped back and decided to just go down a different aisle instead. As you turned around you felt a hand grab your arm harshly. Hissing you tried to pull your arm out of the man's grasp which only had his hand squeezing harder.

“Let go of me.” you hissed out at him yanking your arm again. He pulled you closer, having you stumble and drop your basket to the floor causing a loud clatter to echo out through the empty store.

“No pretty girl, I think I want you to come home with me.” He said with a nasty grin looking you up and down. The smell of alcohol wafting to your nose had you scrunching your nose up in disgust. You were about to speak up again until you heard a voice behind you and a hand on the small of your back.

“Hey darlin, I found that toothpaste you wanted.” The voice spoke out to you. You turned your head to look up at the face the voice belonged to, very much surprised to see Rhett Abbott. Before you could ask him what he was doing he had dropped the toothpaste into the basket on the floor and had his hand around the guy’s wrist.

“I suggest you get your fucking hand off my girlfriend before we have a fucking problem. I ain’t joking Jay, I’ll tell your wife you’ve been drinking again.” He spat out at the guy, the veins on his hands prominent as the vice grip of his hand became tighter. The guy’s hand started to loosen around your arm until you were free. Rhett's hand stayed around his wrist however.

“I’ll be right back darling, I just gotta take the trash out.” He spoke to you, dragging the guy out by his wrist. You took a deep breath and picked up your basket wondering what the hell just happened. You had never spoken to Rhett a day in your life yet here he was saving your day. Who knows what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been there.

“Hey are you okay? Did he hurt you?” The low drawl of his voice broke you out of your thoughts. You didn’t know what to say to him so you just sat there staring at him, mouth slightly open. You had always known he was attractive but seeing him up close had your head spinning. The stetson on his head hiding his dirty blonde hair was a bit upsetting. Then your eyes made their way to his seeing the concerned look. You slowly worked your gaze down his face. The slight stubble had you wanting to run your fingers across it. You hadn’t realized he was talking until you looked at his lips seeing them moving.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him as you shook your head trying to clear your thoughts. He let out a deep laugh before talking again.

“I asked if he hurt you.” he waved a hand towards your arm. You looked down at your arm knowing it was bruising underneath the long sleeve shirt you had on.

“It’s probably going to bruise a little but I’m alright. Thank you for coming over and helping me. I really appreciate it.” You said, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

“No need to thank me.” He replied sheepishly, scratching at the small beard he was starting to grow. It hadn’t been going too well for him. It was patchy and extremely itchy. But he had been lazy and in need of a change so thought he would try it out.

“Are you doing anything right now?” You asked him boldly, surprised at your own confidence. You had never asked anyone out before. If someone had told you a couple years ago you’d be standing in front of Rhett Abbott asking him out you wouldn't have believed them. You probably would’ve laughed in their face even.

“Uh, just grabbing some groceries.” He answered you hesitantly. He wasn’t sure where the conversation was going and unsure whether he could trust you or not.

“Do you wanna go grab lunch?” You didn’t want to leave his company so soon. You looked at him expectantly as he seemed to ponder the question.

“I could eat.” He replied simply shrugging his shoulders. He figured there wasn’t much harm in eating with you. He thought you were quite pretty anyhow.

“Alright awesome! I’m gonna get the rest of my stuff then I’ll meet you at the diner up the road? Let’s say twenty minutes?” You asked him quickly not wanting to lose your confidence.

“I’ll meet you there in twenty minutes.” He nodded at you. You both separated grabbing your stuff and then you were making your way to the diner. You went in and grabbed a table for the both of you. Your eyes scanned the menu as you waited for the cowboy to join you.

The bell above the door rang out and you looked up from the paper in your hands. You could see a head of dirty blonde hair over the line of tall booths leading towards the door. You called out to him, waving him over to your table. He slid into the booth across from you as he greeted you.

“I was thinking about it as I was driving over here and I swear I know you from somewhere.” He said as he studied your face. He knew everyone in Wabang, the perks of being such a small town. But he couldn’t place a name to your face.

“I went to school here up until Freshman year of high school when my mom got a new job out of state. You were only a year older than me.” You thought back to the younger version of Rhett, big dreams of being a rodeo star. You’d wondered if he had achieved that dream.

“Oh yea that makes sense! What has you back in Wabang?” The question caused a bitter taste in your mouth.

“My grandparents are getting older and need some help around the house. They can’t afford to pay anybody. So I decided to come back and help them out.” It had worried you when you got the call that your grandfather had started showing signs of dementia. But you tried not to dwell on it as you looked at the man sat across from you.

“I’m so sorry to hear that. I’m sure my ma and her group at the church would love to get some meals together for you guys if you’d like?” He asked you as the waitress came up to your table. You both ordered quickly, already knowing what you wanted.

“That might be something I look into. It’s been a little hard for me to get to the store consistently and make food for every meal.” You would have a good amount of weight taken off your shoulders with that help.

“I can give you my ma’s number then.” He held his hand out expectantly. You slipped your phone into his large palm admiring the way it dwarfed the device.

“Why don’t you put your own in it as well.” You asked him hopefully.

“I can do that.” He said with a smirk on his lips. Then he was sliding your phone back toward you.

“When we were in school I remember all you could talk about was being a rodeo star. Is that something you’re currently pursuing?” His face lit up as he replied. Occasionally showing you photos and videos on his phone. The conversation came to a close as your food was brought to your table. You ate in comfortable silence enjoying each other's company.

As the bill was placed on the table you both reached for it. Rhett grabbed it first, however, holding the paper close to him. A look of confusion on his face as he looked at you. You gave him a look of bewilderment as you held your hand out.

“What do you think you’re doing? I ain’t about to let a lady pay for her own food let alone mine.” His country accent was heavy as he spoke giving you a pointed look.

“Please let me pay? I insist actually. As a thank you for being my Knight in flannel.” you pleaded with him as you reached for the bill again. He started to hand it over to you but paused as your fingers grazed the paper.

“Only if you let me take you on a date this weekend.” He bargained with you, a blush came across your face.

“I could eat.” You mirrored his sentence from earlier. He gave you a small smile, hope filling both of you at the prospect of meeting again. You gave him his toothpaste that he had left in your basket at the convenience store before you parted ways. He laughed as you gave him the box. As you slipped into your car you pulled your phone out and changed his contact name from Rhett Abbott to Knight in flannel. You couldn’t wait for this weekend.

A/N: I was supposed to post part of ASLTW but a hiccup came up in my plans to finish it last night so you get Rhett Abbott instead!

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topguncortez · 7 months

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Not Dead Until You're Warm and Dead || Whumptober day 7 - R. Abbott

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synopsis: Your and Rhett's relationship had been anything but easy between bull riding and lies. But you had hoped that you would be enough for him to come back alive.

word count: 2.8k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: flatline

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, death, character death, allusion of suicide.

When Rhett first laid eyes on Y/N, he knew she was the one for him. He had missed his chance with Maria, holding back on his feelings and letting her walk out of his life. But when he saw her standing on the fence line as he lowered himself onto his bull, he knew that she was going to be his wife. He held on for his life, lasting the whole eight seconds, and impressing her. The boost of confidence from the ride was what he needed to go over and talk to her. Her cheeks turned red as he invited her for a dance, telling him that she couldn’t dance to save her life, but he assured her that it was okay. He had kissed her that night.

After that night, Y/N basically disappeared. She was nowhere to be found and it seemed like no one really knew who she was. Rhett had asked around town, asking pretty much everyone where the y/h/c girl went and who she was. It had dawned on Rhett, he never got her name. When Rhett was ready to give up, throwing in the towel that she was just a one-night stand sort of girl (even though they didn’t hook up) he received a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” He asked, creasing his eyebrows.

“Rhett Abbott,” Her voice was like honey, and Rhett chuckled to himself.

“How did you get my number but I never even got your name?”

“I asked a friend,” She smiled.

“I asked a friend about you, but it seems like you are just some figure of my imagination.”

“I can assure you that I am not.”

They had talked for hours on the phone after Y/N had explained who she was. She was originally from Amelia County, but as soon as she graduated high school, she packed her bags and went to the coast. She would occasionally fly back to Wyoming, the last time she flew back was to watch her little brother ride against Rhett. Neither one had noticed the sunset, the moon rising in the sky, or the first strands of the orange morning sun. Rhett woke up to his alarm clock and looked down at his phone to notice that he was still on the line with her. He smiled to himself and whispered ‘sweet dreams darlin’’ before hanging up.

And that’s how it went for weeks. He would call Y/N after dinner and they would talk for hours about everything under the sun. He learned that she was studying to be a nurse, in her third year at USC. Y/N learned that Rhett had made it to the finals, and she was already looking at flights to come watch him. Rhett rode one of his best rides when he noticed her smile in the stands during the finals. He focused on her the whole time, and the second he heard that buzzer go off, his mind was locked on finding her. The next morning they found themselves wrapped up in each other's arms.

They continued their relationship long distance for about two years until she graduated college. Rhett had saved up his rodeo money packed up his truck and headed out west. He stuck out like a sore thumb as he walked around campus in his levis and blue flannel. He was going over in his head what he was going to say to her. The last time he had seen her was over six months ago when she had flown home for Thanksgiving. Rhett was going to propose to her, he had already asked her dad for her hand in marriage. He easily found her dorm room and waited on the bench until she came out.

“Why look at what we have here? You lost Cowboy?” Y/N asked as she walked out the door. Rhett stood up, holding the bouquet of carnations in his hands.

“Slightly,” Rhett said with his usual half smile, “For you,”

“Thank you, love,” Y/N took the flowers, and then placed her hand on his face and brought him in for a kiss.

Their date went off without a hitch, Rhett taking her to a lookout spot that he had heard about. He laid some blankets down in the back of his truck and shared the sandwiches and stuff he had prepared. She talked about her final days at university and how she got a good job at the children’s hospital nearby. Rhett told her about how he had finally gotten away from his family, and Y/N was shocked. She never thought she’d see the day when Rhett Abbott left his family’s ranch, but here he was. He took her to the one-bedroom apartment he got which was covered in boxes. He tucked his shaking hands in his pockets as Y/N walked around the small place and explored.

“Rhett this place is- what are you doing?”

“I’m proposing,” Rhett said, as he was down on one knee with the ring box in his hand.

“I know, why?”

“Because I love you enough that I want to be with you forever.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,”

“Yeah, yes! Yes!”

Rhett placed the ring on her finger and held her tightly in his arms. He made love to her for hours that night, trying to make their bodies as close as possible. They felt as if they had truly become one, their hearts, minds, and souls.

Their wedding was small, held back home in Wabang. Perry and Royal had worked hard to clean up one of the barns so they could have a reception out there. It was no secret to Royal that he wasn’t thrilled about the wedding and his youngest son fleeing out west. He had hoped that Rhett would take over the ranch when Royal couldn’t do it anymore. Perry was happy to see his brother finally settle down and had hoped that this would stick. Cecilia was also happy to have another daughter in the family. The two of them seemed very fairytale-like as Rhett held his new wife close to his chest as they swayed on the dance floor. But the honeymoon feeling came crashing down quickly.

Their first fight had been an ugly one, over Rhett’s drinking. Years of riding bulls and popping painkillers had become a second nature to him, something he quite couldn’t let go of. Rhett had found a farm to work as an extra hand, but it was quite enough for him. He thought when he left Wabang and chased after the woman he loved that it would be enough. Having her be his, his own Mrs. Abbott, would be everything he had ever dreamed of, and it was. But he fell back into his old ways. Y/N would get pissed as he’d stumble in at odd hours of the night as she was trying to sleep before her early morning shifts. She had finally had enough of it.

“Jesus Christ Rhett,” Y/N cursed under her breath as she looked at the drunk man who had just knocked over something, “Why do you constantly do this shit.”

“Do what? I’m too fucking drunk to do this shit with you right now.” Rhett slurred.

“Well Rhett! The hell do you expect!? This is the fourth night in a row you have come home completely trashed. You keep doing this shit, enough is enough,” Y/N yelled.

“What do you mean?” Rhett sobered up as she climbed out of bed, and grabbed a bag from her closet, “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

“No, baby please, I’m sorry,” Rhett grabbed her hands to try and stop her, “Please, you can’t leave me,” Rhett’s voice cracked, “You’re all I have. I left everything behind to be with you. I have nothing.”

“I never asked you to do that,” She bit back tears.

“I know, baby, please don’t leave me.”

And she didn’t. She stayed by his side, even when he told her that he was going back to riding. She was actually proud of him for getting back on the bull. He had done his best to stay away from the temptation of the old life; the booze, the pills, the pussy. But old habits die hard. His body was older now, taking rougher beatings when he would get bucked off. He would have a simple celebratory drink with the guys after the rodeos. Rhett found himself out later at night, coming home to a quiet house with his wife at work. Their schedules hardly ever matched up. He got bored of using his hand in the shower, and he could hardly remember the last time he and his wife made love.

He didn’t fuck them at first. He’d only let them suck him off before a ride, releasing the tension. But that only did so much. The rodeo hands seemed to look the other way when it came to his infidelity. He’d fuck the no-name buckle bunny before the ride, not bothering to learn their names or even show them an ounce of respect. He saw them as playthings to fill the void he was missing from his wife. He thought he was good at hiding it, but Y/N had always been smart.

She knew that he was hiding something from him. She could tell in the way he wouldn’t touch her, his kisses were just pecks, and he avoided looking into her eyes. Y/N had even seen it with her own eyes at one of his rides. She had gotten the night off of work last minute and decided to surprise him. The whole crew seemed to act weird and barely paid her any attention as she walked through the trailers to find him. The smile ran away from her face the second she saw him walk out of his trailer, fixing his belt, and a bombshell blonde walking out behind him. Y/N felt her heart break as she leaned against the side of the trailer away from his eyes.

Y/N felt bile rising in her throat as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Rhett heard the sounds of someone retching and walked around the side to see his wife. His eyes widened as he ran over to her, and moved her hair back.

“No!” Y/N cried and pushed his hands off of her.

“Baby, you’re sick, let me-”

“Get the fuck away from me!” She yelled and Rhett stepped back in shock, “Fuck you, Rhett! I saw you! How could you?”

“Babe I’m-”

“Your shit will be in the driveway.”

Rhett had come home that night to exactly what she said, his stuff in the driveway, but he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. So he sat outside the front door and waited for her. Y/N felt bad when she saw him in the morning and let him in. She ignored him the best she possibly could, but it was hard to do. Rhett could hear her break down while she was in the bathroom and it made him shed a tear himself. He sat on their bed and waited for her to come out of the shower, he could see the dried tear stains on her cheeks.

“I promise you, I’ll never ride again. I never wanted to hurt you.”

And he had stayed true to his word. He had told his dad over the phone that he had officially given up riding. That he and Y/N had decided to start trying for a family. Rhett didn’t want to spend his time away from his family or worse, like some of the legends in Bull Riding, dead or gravely injured. Rhett had stayed away from the rodeo life for about six months. And in those six months, Y/N and he worked on their marriage. They went to therapy, talking out their transgression and disagreements. They got back to the basics, bringing back romance into their lives; going on dates and trips. They had some of the best sex they had in years. They had both seemed to forget what had happened six months ago until he got that call from Royal.

“I told her I wasn’t going to ride,” Rhett whispered as he stood in the kitchen. He was making breakfast for Y/N, after a busy night of lovemaking.

“We’re in danger of going bankrupt, we need this,” Royal said, “We can’t lose the farm.”

“There’s nothing you can do?” Rhett ran a hand down his face.

“You know I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if there was,”

“Fine,” Rhett said, “When is the ride?”

“Three days.”

“Three fucking days?! That’s our anniversary.”

“I’m sorry Rhett.”

“I gotta go, she’ll be up soon.”

Rhett had gone to the rodeo by himself, it didn’t bother him, he was used to going by himself. It did make him a little upset that she didn’t even bother to come with him. He stood in the waiting area as he waited for the name of the bull he would be riding. The second he was given the bull, he knew it was a lost cause. The bull was impossible, no one had been successful in completing a ride. His team gave him a pat on the back and Rhett gave them a shy smile. The first person he had called was her.

“Is there anything you can do?” Y/N asked. She was sitting on the back porch of their house, looking out at the waves as they crashed on the sand.

“You know how these things go,” Rhett said as he leaned up against the side of his trailer.

“I don’t like this Rhett,” She said honestly. Silent tears were running down her face.

Rhett could hear the sadness in her voice, and could only picture the tears running down her face as she looked out at the setting sun, “I know you don’t. But I promise, I’ll come home to you.”

“You fucking better Mr. Abbott,” She sniffed and wiped her tears away.

“I will, Mrs. Abbott,” He smiled back, “I gotta go okay, I promise I’ll call you right after.”

“I love you Rhett.”

“I love you Y/N.”

She had watched the clock, as she settled down in a chair in front of the fireplace. The class of whisky was cold in her hands as she counted down the seconds until Rhett’s ride. Rhett said a small prayer as he walked up the metal steps towards the bullpen. The crowd was going wild as he waved his hand and greeted his team. They helped him down on the bull, and it already was bucking the second Rhett put his weight on the animal. Once it settled, Rhett tied the rope around his hand, making sure he had a tight grip on it. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, seeing glimpses of his future life with Y/N, a few kids, and a beautiful house back home on the Abbott Ranch. Rhett opened his eyes the second they opened the gate. It didn’t last long until a consuming darkness filled his eyes once again.

Time seemed to tick on slowly, and her eyes never left the clock as she waited for the call from Rhett. Assuming from the time it had taken from the ride until now, that it hadn’t gone well. Everyone in the community knew that the bull Rhett had was a troublesome one. It was known for bucking off its riders in the first couple seconds. The second her phone rang, she picked it up. His name hadn’t even slipped past her lips when his team manager told her what had happened. Her heart was shattered in her chest as she dropped the phone on the carpet. Her knees shook as she collapsed to the ground screaming out his name.

Her eyes were blurred with tears and her head was spinning as she pushed herself up from the carpet. Her phone was still on the line and they could hear her screaming for him. She walked out into the sand, her chest felt on fire as she let out loud sobs. She didn’t stop as her feet hit the wet sand from the waves. The further she walked into the water, her clothing felt heavier and heavier. The waves would crash and pull her underwater. She fought to keep herself above the surface, keeping her lungs inflated with air. The saltiness of water strung her eyes as the waves hit her. She looked up at the sky, looking at the stars and feeling the heaviness in her heart. She felt her feet leave the ground and she took a deep breath, as she felt a wave pull her completely under.

In the black abyss she had fallen into, she could see the man she had always wanted. Rhett stood there waiting for her, his hand outstretched. She smiled at him as she placed her hand in his. He placed a hand on her cheek, brushing the tear from her cheek. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“I told you I would come home,” Rhett said.

“I know you did,” She spoke to him.

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harlowhockeystick · 3 months

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Can you please do 5. “It’s not much but I got you this” with rhett abbott please?! I love your blog! ❤️🌹

february prompts | rhett abbott x reader | angst :) situationship :) everything i'm good at :)

"rhett," you whined as you opened the door to see a tall cowboy standing on your front porch. it was only a matter of time before he showed up, one drink away from being drunk on a saturday night. with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of cheap red wine in hand. "it's late, why are you here-"

"i know it's not much but i got you this." he shoves the bouquet of flowers in your face as he remains standing under the warm lighting in the cold february air that wyoming has to offer. "and we can drink this too." the words coming out of his mouth made no sense at all. the longer he stood here with alcohol in his system the more tipsy he was getting.

you weren't sure why he was here, though. it's not like you were a couple, you were just two people who fooled around a little bit. usually when rhett got pissy and needed to do something about it, when he was feeling a little lonely at night, and when you were needing some comfort. but he never asked you out, actually he was certain on not asking you out per the last real conversation you had with rhett about it.

you wanted the air cleared on where you stood with him, just wanting expectations. he was fine keeping things how they were, hooking up twice a week, pretending like he didn't know you that well in public, and ordering you food after fucking. you wanted it to be more, but he seemed to shut that idea down pretty quickly.

"rhett get off my porch it's almost midnight," you started to shut your front door but he stuck is boot in between the door and the frame. "why are you here? with flowers?"

"'cause...cause you know," he leaned his head against the wooden door frame, glazed over puppy eyes looking into yours, hoping you would understand what he was trying to say without him admitting it.

"no, rhett, i don't." you spat, crossing your arms over your chest. you were upset now, not only did he wake you up with him banging on your door, but you were upset that he didn't have the guts to say he was in love with you and had been for months, and that he was sorry for using you for so long. no, why would he say such a thing?

"i wanted, t'ask you out, for valentines." he stuttered over his words, he wasn't bold enough to say what he felt. you scoffed, stepping away and you turned off the porch light leaving him in the dark. not even saying a word you shut your front door and lock it.

rhett steps back, sighing and closing his eyes. he walks to his truck and gets inside, but he doesn't feel like driving. he doesn't feel like anything. rhett pulls a blanket from his backset over and he leans his seat back. rhett falls asleep in your driveway, his eyes fixed on the window to your bedroom that he hoped to have been in by now.

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petcr3 · 10 months

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ticking all the boxers | rhett abbott x plus size!reader

summary: when rhett notices something about your nighttime attire, it leads to a unexpected and tender conversation about the things you love about one another.

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: some brief discussions about negative body image (this is for my bigger girlies who love rhett abbott and his slutty little waist), cursing, me being on my usual saccharine bullshit, rhett referring to the reader as ‘my girl’

PS: obvs my straight sized lovelies are more than welcome to read this but reader is specified as being bigger than rhett, so! just a heads up.

a/n: i absolutely love the trope of stealing your partners clothes, but as a plus size gal myself, that option becomes limited, if available at all. i was feeling mushy about rhett and thus my first full length story since fucking february was born lol! hope you enjoy <3 PPS: i was gonna have this turn into smut but i figured i’d save that for a part two if anyone wants it!

You’re lounging in your bed, covers flipped back in wait while Rhett washes up in the bathroom. The quiet hiss of the shower has you blinking back sleep, but when you hear the water turn off, you smile, ready to curl up beside him for a good night’s rest. You don’t know what you’re expecting when your boyfriend saunters back in, but it certainly isn’t him towel drying his hair, buck-ass naked. Something in the back of your heart warms at the domesticity of it, that he’s comfortable enough in your space to walk around completely bare–– but you’re more than a little distracted at the sight of him. After all, you’re only human; you can’t help but stare. It’s ridiculous, really, the way he inspires fondness and lust in equal measure. He catches you looking and grins like he wasn’t expecting it.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Your cheeks burn–– somehow he’s got you feeling like he caught you peeping on him like he’s not in your apartment marching his frankly adonis-like figure around, nude as the day he was born. The glint in his eye tells you he’s definitely about to press the issue when he stops, head cocking, and squints at you.

“Are those my boxers?”

You blink. For a moment, you can’t tell if he’s serious. But as he steps toward you to get a closer look, it’s clear that he is.

“Rhett,” you say, dryly, “honey. There is no way in hell I could ever fit into a pair of your boxers.”

“Well…” he mutters, distracted, “sure, okay, but…” He gives you one last lingering look before trailing off, turning to pick through your dresser for a pair of pajama pants. Where he’d once had his own drawer, Rhett’s clothes have gradually made their way in with yours to the point where they’re mixed in completely. He finds what he’s looking for, though, and tugs on a pair of red flannel bottoms, frowning in thought.

“Could swear I got a pair just like those,” he muses, shutting off the overhead light. You’re grateful he can’t see you blush in the dim light of the lamp on your bedside table. “In fact,” he continues, climbing into bed beside you, fingers pushing under the hem of your shirt to run the elastic band between his fingers, “I know I got a pair just like those.”

“Hmm, what a coincidence,” you say, rushed and completely artless, “good night!” And with that, you flip onto your other side, facing away from him, and burrow under the covers, half embarrassed and half giddy. Rhett takes the fact that you’ve left the lamp on as a cue that you’re not actually trying to avoid the conversation, and flips you playfully onto your back. You let out a squeak in surprise, feeling suddenly shy beneath your boyfriend’s wolfish grin.

“Come on,” he practically purrs, “lemme see my girl.” He swoops down to press his lips against your neck–– a foolproof distraction–– and yanks the covers away from your body. With a final, mischievous nip to your jaw, he leans back, taking you in. Affection colors his features as he shakes his head at you, eyes wandering over your figure until they land on your face. He lifts a brow, more an invitation to explain than a challenge. You sigh, eyes casting off to the side. It’s not like you were never going to tell him, but you find yourself growing bashful now that the time has come.

“I was at the store and I saw a pack of boxers… recognized the patterns,” you mumble, tilting your gaze away from his. “They had them in a size that fit me, so… I bought ‘em.” When you look back at Rhett you expect to see some mirth in his expression, but there isn’t a hint of teasing there. In fact, he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You wanted to wear my boxers?” he asks, and you just barely catch the earnest and hopeful lilt in his voice, like he’s not your longtime boyfriend, like he’s surprised you like him so much. You look away from him again, the glow of his adoration making you self conscious. But he ducks into your line of sight, leaning in close. “Hmm?” he prompts, clearly wanting to hear you say it. “You wanted to wear ‘em?” You bite your lip.

“Yes,” you eventually huff, eyes rolling skyward. “But you’re so goddamn…” You search for the right word. “...svelte that I’ll never be able to, and––” You’re cut off by a flurry of kisses, Rhett’s lips pecking at your own, at your collarbone, the apples of your cheeks. You can’t help but giggle, squirming under him, your nerves already easing.

“I fucking love you,” he says, gleeful, “I love that you did that.” He noses against your cheek, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

“Don’t look now,” you say, feeling the tiniest bit emboldened, “but I’m wearing a mens’ tank top, too.” Rhett groans, letting his head flop into the crook of your shoulder, and you’re laughing again.

“Well!” you protest, even though he’s clearly thrilled. “I just wanted to…” You sigh, retreating inwards a little now that you have to explain it. “Other girls get to do this shit all the time. I wanna feel close to you when you’re gone, and I can’t borrow your shirts and wear them to bed, you know?” Rhett sits up, a more serious expression on his face now as he listens. “You’re smaller than me, and that’s not––” You roll your eyes, “I know you’re not supposed to call men small, or whatever, but it’s just––” You’re starting to flounder but he nods, a reassuring hand finding your waist and squeezing.

“S’okay. I get what you mean, baby.” You nod, trusting him, though you still feel a little unsure. You make yourself smile for him, but Rhett knows you like the back of his hand, and he can see insecurity begin to creep in.

“Yeah,” you pick up again, sounding distant, “it’s just…” You shake your head, turning your focus back to him. “God, I mean look at you! You’re so gorgeous, you’re built like a fucking greek god––” he lets out a little laugh at that, eyes scanning adoringly over your face–– “and I’m so… so––” But you’re silenced with a kiss, Rhett’s hand coming to graze gently behind your jaw.

“So fucking sexy,” he mumbles against your lips, punctuating each ensuing declaration with a kiss. “So pretty. So good to me. Like somebody reached into my head and made you up.” Immediately, your heartbeat picks up, mouth drying out. How easy it is for him to make you speechless. You peer up at him when he pulls away, reaching up to stroke your fingers across his cheek. He covers your hand with his and presses a kiss against your palm, sitting back on his haunches. “I don’t wanna hear you say one mean word about yourself,” he says softly, “I won’t hear it.”

“Rhett––”

“I won’t,” he says simply. You sit up and he draws your clasped hands to his chest. “Never mind the fact that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen–– because you are.” He gives you a faux stern look, as if daring you to challenge him. You let out a quiet laugh, gaze casting down. Rhett breaks into a soft smile and again he tilts his face into your eye line.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” he says, “you know that, right?” God, he makes your heart ache.

“Baby,” you whisper, lifting your hand to cup his cheek once more, your thumb skimming across his bottom lip.

“You are,” he insists, eyes practically twinkling. “Do you have any idea how good it makes me feel? That you did that?” Your brows lift and you give a little shrug, your hand dropping into your lap. “Makes me feel really fucking good, sweetheart. Makes me feel wanted. Like, for me. Like I mean something to you. ‘M not used to that.” You study him for a moment, wondering how anyone could ever meet Rhett and not want to give him the world.

“Well,” you murmur, “get used to it, cowboy.” His hair is still damp when you lean forward to card your fingers through it, flicking away a few droplets before settling your palms on his broad shoulders. “I want you for you, Rhett Abbott. All the time. Always. You mean everything to me.” He shakes his head at you like he can’t believe you’re real. And truly, he can’t.

All at once, he surges forward and pulls you into a heated kiss. And while it’s unquestionably hot, it’s not just that. There’s emotion in it–– gratitude, devotion. You can’t help the little sigh that flutters out of you as you tug him closer. When the kiss breaks, you both find yourselves breathing a little harder, foreheads pressed together, before you’re drawn in for another kiss, this one a quick peck, a punctuation. You lean back against the headboard, trailing your hands up and down his arms.

“You’re mine, too, by the way,” you say, taking him in, a warm, cozy feeling settling in your chest.

Rhett cocks his head. You clarify: “My greatest thing.” It’s his turn, now, to look a little bashful.

“Well,” he says, cheeks beginning to pink, “I’ll endeavor to keep it that way.” You shake your head fondly.

“No need. It’s you,” you say simply. “No contest.” Unable to help yourself, you reach up to toy with the curls at the nape of his neck. A gentle smile blossoms on Rhett’s lips. You mirror it without even realizing.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispers.

“I love you too, baby.”

Rhett places another quick peck to your lips before leaning you back against the pillows.

“Now,” he says, reaching to his left to flick off the lamp, “about these boxers.”

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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ninety days.

rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: rhett’s there when you come home with a milestone.

￫ c/w: a/a meetings, c/a meetings, drug and alcohol use and sobriety.

￫ a/n: i went to my first ever cocaine anonymous group tonight and i got a ninety day chip! i was incredibly nervous, but to comfort myself i thought up of this lil’ drabble and i wanted to share it. i hope you enjoy it and it provides any level of comfort to you as well! <3 my ‘sobriety’ masterlist can be found here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

You stepped out of the truck and shut the door behind you. The sound of the door slamming and the jingle of your keys echoed endlessly throughout the empty night sky. Your limbs were restless and your eyes were bleary, but the familiar glow of the porch light drew you closer to home and comfort. Rural Wabang had thus far, no groups and you found yourself having to travel over an hour west for your nearest group. It was worth it though. Worth what was now dangling off your keychain.

“Hey, lover.” You called out to Rhett. You spotted him the moment you stepped inside and kicked off your boots. He was perched on the kitchen table and hunched over. He was engrossed in a book about cabin building you’d got him last Valentine’s.

Rhett looked up, catching your eye and a grin broke out onto his face. You’d walked through that door countless times, but it still made Rhett over the moon to see you home and safe.

“Hey, darlin’. How you doin’? How was it?” Like clockwork, Rhett got up from his seat, gave you a kiss to your chilled lips and you placed yourself down at the kitchen table with your keys.

You hummed in thought, “Good. Davey was there. I haven’t seen him in a while, but he’s getting better. Two weeks clean, I think he said.”

“That’s good. I saw his girl in town, I think they’re tryin’ make it work again.” Rhett replied as he busied himself with getting your half of dinner out of the microwave. Whilst he plated up your food and grabbed you a fork, you drew your attention back to your keys on the kitchen table. You fiddled with them gently and your thumb smoothed over the blue and gold painted chip.

“I got it.”

“Got—” Rhett started to question what you meant as he came up beside you to hand you your plate, but in turn he saw what you were fiddling with. “Oh, baby. You got it.”

The plate was pushed onto the table and Rhett threw his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his warm torso. With your ear pressed up against his chest and through the rumbling vibrations, you could hear an endless string of praises coming from your cowboy. He bent down to press what felt like a million and one kisses to the top of your head before pulling away.

He cupped your soft cheeks in his contrasting rough and calloused hands. The crinkles in the corners of his eyes found their placing and his cobalt blue eyes bore into yours with love. “I’m so proud of you, m’ love.” Your own hands held onto his and gave them a light squeeze in response.

“Thank you, Rhett,” you beamed up at him.

Rhett pulled out the kitchen chair next to you and slung one arm around the back of your chair. He tucked you into his side as you made good work of your dinner, savoring the sweet taste of each bite. “What’d y’ wan’ do? We gotta do somethin’ this evenin’.”

Again, you hummed as you pondered Rhett’s question and the best way to celebrate your ninety days. “Bath. With bubbles and the rose bath bomb.”

Rhett wore a lopsided grin at your playful tone and he pressed another sweet kiss to your temple. “Anything for my sweet cowgirl.”

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vivwritesfics · 11 days

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Lewis Pullman Masterlist

Okay so i don't actually write for Lewis, but I do write for two of his characters (so far) and it made sense for me to group them here

Bob Floyd

Series

Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Imagines

Military Flyover

The dagger squad don't want to do a military flyover of the Las Vegas grand Prix. None of them really knew much about and, those that did only really knew about Nascar. She hated the Vegas Grand Prix as much as those doing the military flyover. But the cute WSO there to support his friends was making it bearable.

Grow Old With You

Bob didn't want to introduce his girl to his squad. But she was his fiance and he did want them at the wedding. When Hangman tries it on, Bob knows she really is the one

Sweetness

The dagger squad didn't expect much from Bob. He was quiet and reserved, and they didn't expect anything else from him. But they didn't know about the girl waiting for him at home, dressed in her prettiest lingerie.

Blurbs

Girl dad bob

Damsel in distress

Cowboy bob

Bobs original pilot

Rhett Abbott

Series

Imagines

If Your Daddy Knew

Blurbs

Rhett and Sparrow

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creatchie8 · 4 months

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Yellow Soul: Chapter Four

Persimmon

Chapter Summary: Things haven't been the same since the fight in Rhett's truck. The pressure is getting to you, and the feelings of self-doubt are not eased as others around you do not reveal their secrets.

Pairing: Rhett Abbott/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI, Protected PinV sex, Choking (light), Cheating, Fighting (not physical, just some strong words), Risky sex (idk if it deserves a warning but it made me scared writing it lol)

Word Count: 5,000ish

A/N: As always, I love you all <3 I am really hoping to get another chapter out before the new year, as I am on break from uni!

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“Whatcha workin’ on there?”

Royal’s voice made you jump. You had heard him come in, his big boots creaking on the floors. But you did not expect him to start chatting you up when he was supposed to be working outside with Rhett.

“Hmm? Oh, just replying back to some internship opportunities I got. Nothing too interesting.” You chuckle as you get back to typing on your laptop. You were perched on a loveseat in the living room, soaking in the silence. Perry had gone to work a couple of hours ago, promising to bring you a donut if the little pastry place by the hardware store hadn’t run out by the time he got off work.

It wasn't like he gave you much else to do than just wait for him, the roads were terrible and both of your parents were at work.

“I’m actually a TA for an undergraduate class, too. Before I left Laramie I had to do a ton of grading so honestly I am just thankful I get to do stuff on my computer that is not looking at papers on Cultural Competence.” You joked, looking at the older man above your screen.

Royal sat down in the armchair across from you, the old furniture creaking under his weight.

“Your parents must be awfully proud of you. Bein’ some busy college girl who gets good grades.” Royal remarked, leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees.

“They are, and I am very thankful for it.” You confirm, nodding and smiling at him. This was kind of awkward. He sighed, the long breath coming from his nose as he stayed put.

Okay, this was really awkward.

The silence dragged on while you typed, glancing up at Royal a few times to see that he was just looking at his hands, picking at a scab on his wrist. Where was Cecilia? Surely she would be emerging from wherever she was hiding to break this uncomfortable tension between the two of you.

“You know, uhm,” He cleared his throat, “Perry is a good boy and loves you to bits, right?” Royal says suddenly and your fingers still on the keyboard. Your palms were sweating now, heartbeat quickening.

Did he know about you and Rhett? Did he see you two in the kitchen and Rhett didn't notice? Did Rhett tell him?

“Of course I know that!” You smile and say lightheartedly, removing your laptop from your knees and placing it on the couch next to you, “Perry is a great man.” You add with forced enthusiasm.

“Yes he is. He’s a lot like Cecilia, leads with his heart but not always with his brain sometimes. Just wants people to be happy, ya know?”

“What are you tryin’ to say here, Royal?” You ask, smile faltering at his words.

“Nothin’ sweetheart. Just… I want you to choose the life that makes you happy. I know you love my son, but remember that.” He concludes and gets up, groaning with the effort, “Rhett’s been waiting for me outside, I better get back to him.”

Then he was gone.

He knows. He has to know. There is no way in hell he doesn't know. God, you are so fucking screwed.

Your stomach churns and you feel completely sick. Absolutely dirty and disgusted with yourself. This can't be happening. But you thought Royal would be furious if he found out. Not calm while telling you. You stand and rush over to the kitchen window and spot Rhett and Royal, just fixing the fence as usual. Not a fight or arguing.

That might be good. Because if you didn't get chewed out, Rhett would absolutely be getting the worst of it. But instead, nothing. Maybe, Royal saw how unhappy you were since arriving here. He also was not a stranger to his older son’s bad mood and cruel tendencies.

Did he want you to break up with his son? Was he warning you of something that you know nothing about yet? Why is Royal so vague and fucking confusing?

A vibration in your pocket distracted you, pulling out your phone to see your mom was calling, but from her work phone.

“Momma?” You hold the phone to your ear and sit down at the dining table.

“Oh good! I am so glad you picked up. I completely forgot that your brother gets out early today, but I can’t leave work to pick him up. Can you please go to the house and wait there till I get home? I just don't trust him to be there by himself.” She explains, her words rushing out as static surrounded them.

“Of course, I wasn't doing anything anyways.” You breathe a sigh of relief, “Let me put my things away and I’ll head over as soon as I can.” You are already up and in the living room, closing the laptop and zipping it away in the case.

“You're an angel! If you are leaving now you’ll beat him by an hour or two, so you'll be home alone. Anyways, see you there!” She says and you can hear the smile in her voice before she hangs up.

This is perfect. A perfect excuse to get out and stay somewhere Rhett and his dad are not. Quickly, you get up to Perry’s room and put your computer away and change into decent clothes to see your family. But as soon as you made your way to the front door, so far in fact that your hand was on the door handle, you remembered.

Your fucking truck wouldn’t drive. Probably wouldn't even budge because of how long it had been sitting. Every time you went out you used Perry or Rhett’s truck, and you hadn't even looked at what was wrong with yours.

Great.

What do you do? Tell your mom you can't go?

So you stare at your phone for a bit. Just looking at the crack in the screen protector from a long time ago. Maybe if you stare at it long enough it will come up with a solution for you? Probably not, unfortunately.

So your fingers type and go to the first person you can think of.

Me: Can I ask you a huge favor?

You wait so long for him to reply back you decide to sit on the bottom step of the stairs.

Rhett Abbott: What

Me: I need to go make sure my younger brother is okay but my truck won’t start. Please can I borrow yours?

You wait even longer for this message.

Rhett Abbott: Sure

Me: Thank you

When you go outside, you are confused by the sight.

“My dad doesn't want you to go alone. Says the roads are too icy.” Rhett calls as he walks up the path to you, holding his keys in his gloved hand. His lips are pale and his nose is reddened, a sharp contrast to his light skin. Royal is still over working on the fence, down on his knees and fixing something in the frozen dirt.

“I can drive myself.” You snapped, crossing your arms defensively. Your puffer jacket made a crinkly noise as you did so.

“I’m not letting you drive my truck.” Rhett deadpanned, turning around before you could even protest and walking to his truck. Not even entertaining the thought of you driving.

You all but stomped after him, upset at the change of events.

But Royal wasn't kidding, the roads were very icy. Not enough to cause the truck to skid, but enough to make the tires spin for a few seconds when you took off. After a particularly concerning brake at a stop sign close to town, you were thankful you were not in charge of potentially crashing Rhett’s beloved truck.

But you weren't going to admit that.

“You really could have gone back to work and let me drive.” You huff, not bothering to look at him.

“I don’t think you’re a very good driver.” Rhett retorted, slowing down to go over a speed bump as you got closer to the center of town.

“Not- oh my god! Not a good driver? Did Perry tell you that?” You scoff loudly, the familiar turns to your house making you sway, “I bet he did. Listen, the last time he ever let me drive was in eleventh grade and I had barely gotten my license!” Your face was hot with anger, the absolute audacity stunning you.

“I was in the car with you guys! I was sittin’ in the back seat while you almost drove us right into the fuckin’ ditch.” He said, his normal gravely voice going up an octave as you fought, side-eyeing you the whole time. You seethed in your seat until he parked in the driveway, trying to come up with something to say.

“I was not about to run over some poor ground squirrel, that is just cruel!” You retorted, already opening the truck door.

Slamming the door, you got out and marched to the house, cold hands fumbling with the keys on your lanyard. You were muttering curse words when you felt Rhett come up behind you, waiting for you to open the front door.

When you finally found the right key you jammed it into the lock, jiggling until it gave way. The house was completely silent despite the constant string of curses coming out of your mouth. Rhett followed you in, which only made you angrier. You kicked your shoes off in frustration, ready to pull your hair out when Rhett did the same.

“Why the fuck are you still here? I want to wait here by myself, not with you.” You snapped loudly, turning around when you heard the door shut and Rhett was still inside and not outside where he belonged. It was upsetting you more and more that he couldn't obey a single wish of yours. First the truck, now not leaving your own house.

Jesus, you forgot he knew how to play the insufferable younger brother part perfectly.

Opening your mouth to argue with him some more, you were silenced by Rhett slamming you back first into the nearest wall, getting the wind knocked out of your lungs. The family photos hanging above your head shifted with the sudden smack, their frames off-center now.

While you were still dazed, you didn't notice that Rhett had his lips attached to your jaw, biting at the cold skin there. His hips were pressed to you and you could feel his hot erection through his jeans.

“You're so annoying, you know that?” He muttered into your skin, and you couldn't help but knock his hat off to tangle your fingers into his hair, sharply tugging at the soft locks.

“You don't seem to mind it though, do you?” You ask, already knowing the answer as you reach one hand down to palm roughly at his hard cock. Rhett hissed in response, the sound sharp through his teeth. The reaction made you smirk as you pushed him off of you. You fisted the opening of his jacket, unceremoniously shoving the tough fabric from his broad shoulders.

Before he could protest, you were already walking swiftly to the living room, pulling off your jacket and sweater in quick succession.

Rhett followed once he got the idea, stripping off the jacket that was already hanging from his elbows. You leaned on the taupe couch, fingers digging into the armrest while you still fumed with annoyance.

Watching Rhett throw that damn jacket to the ground and stalk towards you with so much exasperation and purpose made your thighs clench together. Your cold exterior was slipping by the second.

“Get on your knees.” Rhett commands when he gets closer to you, taking a few steps forward as he starts to undo his belt buckle. The forcefulness of his tone sends a zing straight to your pussy, the adrenaline practically making you vibrate in excitement.

“Fuck you.” You spit before dropping to your knees before him, swatting his hands away to finish pulling out his dick yourself. He’s hard and throbbing, the tip flushed almost a purpley color. It makes your mouth water. But before you can admire him more, you feel a heavy hand on the back of your head, commanding you to suck his dick.

Fitting him in your mouth was no easy task, taking too much at once and making yourself gag on his cock. The lewd noise made him buck his hips, that firm hand pressing into the back of your skull. It was easier to draw back and fit your hand around what you couldn't comfortably fit, starting a rhythm of bobbing your head aided by Rhett’s hand. Drool gathered down your chin, his dick stretching your lips thin while you worked.

Arousal gathered in your panties, aided by the groans and gasps of the cowboy above you. Words of praise left his lips, too broken to really tell what they were. You reached up and cupped his balls, loving how he hissed as you massaged them firmly, reminding him that you were still mad. He reminded you of his own anger by giving a firm buck of his hips, leaving you sputtering and choking on his length. But you recovered quickly and with more vengeance, doubling your efforts to make him cum.

“Fuck- stop, stop it now.” Rhett gasped before ripping your mouth off him, your nails gripping the jeans still at his thighs so he didn't back away.

“Get down here and fuck me.” You demanded, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and sitting on your haunches. Lust bubbling under your skin as he did as he was told, dropping to his knees like an obedient dog. You felt lightheaded, almost stunned by how much it turned you on that he was doing whatever you said.

As Rhett knelt down in front of you, he used one hand to push your shoulder. Taking the hint you laid back on the carpet. He immediately crowded over you, one hand roughly shoving under your sports bra to massage your breast and tweak your hard nipple. With a whine you arched up into him, hands flying to his shoulders. You claw at him, hopefully leaving raw scratches through his shirt to remind him of you. At that movement he pushes your shirt and bra up to rest above your breasts.

A hand suddenly closes around your throat, actually gripping you this time and not at all like the last. His mouth closes around your other nipple, sucking and flicking it with his devilish tongue. All you could do was struggle against his grasp, pathetic noises tearing from your throat. If you could speak you would beg for some friction between your thighs, lifting them up in search for some relief.

He was being mean now, purposely holding you down and ignoring your seeking hips. You pushed on his shoulders to get his attention and he let up enough for you to surge up and kiss him ferociously, clicking your teeth together mercilessly.

“Rhett, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me I’ll make you leave.” You warn between messy kisses, feeling him hook a few fingers into your jeans before pulling them down in one fluid movement barely past the swell of your ass.

“Hands and knees.” He instructed and you did so, kissing him one last time before rolling over onto your tummy then pushing up on your forearms and knees. You spread your legs as wide as you can, baring your naked pussy for him. A finger swiped through your folds without warning, making you jump. It gently ghosted over your clit before it pulled away, the sounds of Rhett’s jeans being pushed down behind you followed by the foil of a condom being torn.

Bracing yourself, sucking in a loud breath before gripping the carpet. His plush cock head smeared through your folds before entering in one sharp thrust, one you were expecting but one that was so unexpected. You shut your eyes at the sting, a whimper punched out of your lungs.

His cock was hot and heavy as it sat in you, a stuttering breath leaving your lungs in a pained whine. The carpet bit into your knees, embedding their fibers into your jeans. The feeling was no longer a foreign sensation, your body now familiar with the intrusion.

“God, you’re such a fucking slut, taking my cock like you are made for it.” Rhett groans behind you, a hand slapping your ass, his palm connecting roughly with it. All you could do was sob, the noise coming from deep within you and rattling your chest.

You were thinking about getting violent as Rhett was paused, groping you with no shame. But as he moved you met him on every thrust, the sharp sounds of you two connecting filled the living room. Loud, embarrassing wails left your mouth as you demanded him to be deeper, rougher.

Rhett was fucking straight through you, the head of his cock bruising your poor cervix. It felt incredibly animalistic, even the noises coming from the man behind you was akin to some feral beast on the mountains surrounding the sleepy town.

A faint buzzing drew you out of the lustful haze you were lost in, the noise coming from the pocket of your jacket next to you. When you lifted your head from where it was hanging from between your shoulders, your stomach dropped out of you and straight to the floor.

“S-stop, Rhett stop it.” You said with a shaky voice, the previous fire gone from your vocal cords. You lifted your foot up and smacked him in the thigh, the physical statement making him pause. But not only before he buried himself so deep that you couldn’t breathe, you swore you could feel his dick in your lungs.

Pushing down the lump in your throat, hands shaking, you pulled the phone from the pocket, praying that it was a spam call from somewhere very far away.

“It’s Perry.” You murmured in a small voice, the phone feeling clunky and huge in your hand as it continued to vibrate. A picture of him smiling was shining on the screen, the ‘slide to answer’ button glaring at you to use it. Your mouth felt dry and sticky, prompting you to open your mouth slightly and breathe out of it.

It felt like you were being suffocated.

After a long pause you attempted to slip it back into the pile of clothes on the floor, watching to forget about your boyfriend and just focus on the task at hand. But sharp fingers dug into your side, making you wince and pause.

“Answer it.”

“What?” You asked dumbly, turning your head over your shoulder in an attempt to see him. Completely taken aback at his statement.

“You heard me. Answer it.” Rhett repeated, his voice dark. It made you gulp, fear twirling in your stomach as you looked back at the phone still buzzing loudly on the carpet. How long would it vibrate for? It felt like it had been going on for hours at this point, just staring at your vulnerable form this entire time.

The dig of his fingers reminded you of his presence and you nodded, licking your lips in an attempt to unstick them. You felt like you were being possessed, grabbing the phone as you lowered to your elbows, sliding the button to answer the call and placing it firmly to your ear.

“Hey Per!”

You answered as normally as you could, Rhett breathing heavily behind you. A calloused hand traveled up your spine softly, making you get goosebumps and shiver.

“Hey darlin’. Where are ya right now?”

His voice cracked through the phone.

“Oh! Uhm… just at my mom’s house. She needed me to hang out here until she got home.”

Your fingers dug into the carpet as Rhett began to move again, newfound heat licking at your belly. It was dizzying, trying to keep up with the conversation in your ear while also trying to listen to the cowboy behind you making the softest noises of pleasure.

“Great then! I get off work in a bit, I’ll come over after I’m done. It’s closer than…”

He started, but you stopped listening. Blood rushed through your ears, making it hard to hear anything due to your impending orgasm. Rhett’s fingers found your clit, dragging some of the creamy wetness from where you two are conjoined to ease the circles.

“Y-yeah that sounds great!”

You quickly responded, the hand that was clenching the carpet now coming up to smack around your mouth, noises threatening to slip.

“What? Are you doin’ okay sweetheart?”

Perry asked at your sudden response. You prayed he couldn’t hear the sticky wet smack of Rhett’s balls on your pussy, the sound becoming louder as your orgasm drew closer.

“Hmm? Oh yeah-“ You rapidly blinked your eyelids, trying to regain focus. “Just fine! Sorry, I’m uh… I’m trying to get something heavy out of the closet. Could you- ah! Could you r-repeat what you said e-earlier?”

Rhett’s hands on your hips moved you forcefully back and forth on his cock, spearing you like you were a piece of meat. He was letting little pants escape through his nose, and you were sure he was red faced and trying to pull it together.

Perry laughed on the line, it sounded almost condescending.

“I was saying- I’ll come over after work to join you. I need to talk to your dad anyway about some stuff.”

He explained, still with that condescending tone, like you were incompetent. What did he have to say to your dad? What was so important it could not wait til like, Christmas dinner or something?

His words made you seethe, well they would have if you didn’t have someone fucking you into oblivion.

“Yeah, no- definitely when you’re done. Be safe driving here, the roads are slick.”

You were out of breath, forehead completely smashed into the carpet and whole body rigid as you awaited the end of the phone call.

“Alright, see ya later sweetheart.”

Perry concluded, sounding distant as you writhed against the ground.

“Yep!” It came out as a squeak, Rhett giving you a sharp thrust, “See you soon!”

The dial tone was the sweetest sound you had ever heard and probably will hear after that. Immediately you dropped the phone and let out a loud sob, toes curling.

“Fu- like that, Jesus Christ don’t you dare fucking stop, R-Rhett.” You growled, shoving your phone far away from your face, watching it slide under the couch. Your whole body was on fire and you felt close to hyperventilating.

It was humiliating how he had you flattened to the ground besides your ass being in the air, a crick forming in your back.

Rhett just grunted behind you, smoothing a hand down your inevitably sweaty lower back. Soon, the pace he set was jostling his other hand, the one so deliciously circling your clit. It was messy and not always hitting the right spots, so you decided to hit him away, replacing his hand with yours.

You would have thought he would have protested like he did at church, but he happily took his hand back, using it to pull you harder against him on your hip.

“Takin’ it so good- shit.” Rhett rumbled behind you between guttural noises, the sounds low in his throat. Praise always weakens you, fire crackling all the way through your body. It started at your core, zips of lightning coursing through your veins and to your fingertips. Quickly, your hindbrain took over and was controlling you out of instinct.

“Yeah- all for you. Take it- all for you.” You barely managed to cry out before resorting to tiny ah ah ah ahs with your face pressed against the side of your bicep. There was a semi-familiar build up happening in the base of your pelvis, one that really only happens when you have your bullet vibrator pressed tight against your clit.

As your breaths became more ragged, you felt lightheaded before you came. Eyes fluttering closed, it felt like you were soaring. Even your stomach dropped like when you ride roller coasters.

A long, drawn-out moan left your lips and rattled your chest as you came. The feeling was unbelievable, like you were soaring high above all else. Rhett followed soon after, pulling you close while he emptied himself into the condom. His thick thighs pressed hard to your ass. A hand rubbed up and down the lower part of your spine, the gentle movement of it caused crackles of electricity to emerge in your chest.

To your dismay, Rhett pulled out. His hand that was resting on your back came down to grab a handful of your ass, making you squeak.

“Jesus fuck- didnt think you liked my dick that much.” Rhett remarked sarcastically, out of breath as he tried to regain his composure. You sat up and turned to sit on your butt, trying to gracefully pull up your panties in a haze, your shirt and bra still sitting high up to your neck.

“Don’t you have a condom you need to take off?” You muttered, annoyance settled back into you as you rolled your eyes and looked up.

He was staring at you, hands twitching in his lap. You blinked back, exhaling softly as your eyes locked. The sarcasm in his words didn't translate to his face, instead watching you with reverence. Even though your hair was a mess and you were sure there was drool and carpet imprints on your cheek.

Your attention was brought back to his fidgety hands, watching as his fingers flitted together. There was a large cut on his right, the gash trailing from mid palm through the juncture between his thumb and pointer, ending just barely past that. It was scabbed over but the skin around it was still red and angry.

Frowning, you subtly gestured to the lesion, “You should be more careful. When did you get that?” You asked softly.

The moment was over as Rhett narrowed his eyes and swatted your arm with irritation before getting up to dispose of the condom.

Quickly, you adjusted your clothing so it was like nothing ever happened, only the hot flush on your cheeks told anything.

Fuck.

The crackles in your chest turned to pangs of hurt as you watched Rhett leave to the bathroom. All this time you concluded the soreness in your heart to be feelings of guilt and self-hatred for cheating on Perry.

Were you just actually fucking stupid? Of course you would be catching feelings. No one in the history of… well, ever would not fall in love- no, not love. Whatever this is, whatever you are doing with him can’t be love.

You wouldn't allow it.

It was useless to argue with yourself like this. Every waking moment was spent trying not to think about Rhett. When you saw his boots by the door it would send you into a spiral at seven o'clock in the morning when all you wanted to do was piss. When you scrolled through social media you searched up his name to look at the account he posts on once in a blue moon that you do not follow and just stare at his photos. The one time you had sex with Perry on this trip you forced your eyes shut-

You physically shake your head to rid yourself of that thought, warding it off like a bad omen. You were in denial, and you knew it. Feeling more lost now than ever before in your life. The thoughts made your lip quiver, and a headache formed around your skull like a tight rubber band. Quickly, you pressed your fingertips into your temples, trying to calm yourself as you looked down into your lap.

Socked feet stopped right in front of you, eyes trailing up his long legs and strong body to get to his face. Rhett had his hand extended towards you, calluses illuminated by the Christmas tree lights. After a moment's pause you accepted it and allowed yourself to be pulled up by him, amazed at how effortless Rhett made it seem.

Rhett did not let go of your hand when you stood at your full height. It was warm and solid, tough skin but holding your hand with all the delicateness in the world. His thumb swiped slowly across your knuckles, making you hyper aware of the chapped skin there.

Quietly, you excused yourself to the bathroom, pulling your hand away from his.

Finally alone in the small room, you fixed your appearance, soaking your hands in freezing water to press to your flushed cheeks. Groaning to yourself, you quickly finished up in the bathroom, not wanting to leave Rhett down there for too long by himself.

Back in the living room, you found Rhett sitting on the couch with your phone in his lap. Watching you settle yourself on the furthest end away from him, Rhett passes over your phone, “Figured you didn't want to go digging around for your phone after you tossed it.” he remarked, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it back so he could put on his baseball cap.

Looking over his shoulder, you saw he picked up your jackets and hung them in the foyer as well. When you looked back at him he was staring at you intently, his pretty blue eyes studying your movements carefully.

“Thank you for picking up the jackets, and my phone.” You added gently as you turned your phone over in your hands nervously. Rhett simply nodded and went back to picking at his hands in his lap.

After a moment of silence Rhett scratched the stubble on his jaw, the noise making you look over at him. You watched him get up with a grunt, hands coming down to adjust his jeans.

“I better go back. Completely forgot about the work at home.” He explained, and you nodded. Rhett chewed his bottom lip, looking at you with what you could only assume was expectancy. Did he want you to say something?

“Uhmm… I guess I’ll walk you out?”

It was Rhett’s turn to nod, turning away from you and heading to the door. You followed him, slipping your phone into the back pocket of your jeans as you watched him shrug his coat on and slip on his boots. Avoiding the small puddles of melted snow on the tile floor you opted to stand on the rug near the door to not get your socks soaked.

Crossing your arms defensively, Rhett stood toe to toe with you, reaching up to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. The touch softened you, dropping your arms to your sides almost instantly as you leaned into his palm, now resting gently on your cheek.

Rhett leaned closer and captured your lips in a kiss. You could feel him smile the smallest bit as you kissed him back, igniting butterflies in your stomach. Pulling back, his thumb rubbed against your cheekbone.

“You should text me more.” Rhett stated, pecking you once again before opening the door and leaving.

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Here to Stay (Rhett Abbott x OC)

listen I saw a post this morning and I blacked out and now we're here....enjoy the filth (aka oral m receiving and implied masturbation)

Tessa pulled off of him with a soft pop, looking up at him with saliva glistening on the corners of her mouth and eyes half-lidded. “Keep the ice on y’r hand, bubs.”

“Y-Y’re not makin’ it — easy,” Rhett replied, voice pitchy and breathless as she kissed at his pelvic bone.

She had the audacity to smile almost bashfully as she turned her face into his hip. Rhett really didn’t think he deserved this. Locked in the one-person bathroom, back pressed against the door with his jeans around his boots, his almost-girlfriend getting her knees dirtied and marked up just to please him. A thank-you, she called it as she dragged him into the bathroom.

Rhett didn’t need thanking for punching that guy in the face — three times. He put his hands where they didn’t belong and called Tessa things he should have prayed to God for forgiveness for. Should have prayed to Rhett for forgiveness for as he was dragged out of the Pit Bar by the back of his shirt. Rhett, with all that anger and fury bubbling beneath his skin, wanted to keep hitting him. Wanted to follow him out into the parking lot and make him apologize over and over until Rhett was satisfied.

But then Tessa put her hand around his wrist. Looked up at him with gratitude and fear in her eyes — and all thoughts of that asshole left his mind. She was the only thing that mattered. He was practically putty in her hold as she pulled him over to the bar and asked for a bag of ice for his already reddening knuckles.

Moldable and malleable and willing to do whatever she wanted. Even as she wrapped her lips around his leaking cock and took as much of him in her mouth as she could.

“Fu-uck, sunshine,” he breathed, the back of his head hitting the wooden door with an audible thunk.

The ice slipped from his red and aching knuckles again, but neither of them cared as it tumbled to the floor. A crunch and a splat on the busted tile. Not when he was slipping cold and wet fingers into her hair.

He sighed, “Too good t’me.”

She hummed around him, hands digging into the meat of his thighs as she bobbed her head. Drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. It took nearly all of Rhett’s willpower to pick his head up from the door and look down at her. She looked beautiful — just like he thought she would. Even in the dim, nearly flickering light of that bathroom. Mouth full of his cock, no one elses, his. There were tears in her eyes when she looked up at him through those thick lashes. And he couldn’t help the soft groan and little buck of his hips, pushing him further into her mouth, that had her moaning and gagging around him.

“O-Oh, shit —” He gripped her hair a little tighter, forced her to keep still even as that surprisingly devilish tongue kept working him. “C’n I keep goin’, baby? So close…”

Tessa nodded as best she could. Relaxed her jaw even as her nails dug further into his flesh. Prepping herself for what was to come. Rhett, with all the gentleness he could muster while his cock ached for release, put his other hand on the side of her face. Then he began to rock gently into her mouth.

“So good, Tess, fuck — mouth feels so good.”

He was babbling now and he didn’t even know it. Grunting and talking and praising as he worked his hips harder, faster. And Tessa just sat there and took it, moaning and gagging and tears streaming down her cheeks. He didn’t even notice the hand that had slipped beneath the skirt of her dress.

Not until his spine went rigid against the door and he was spilling into her mouth. And she swallowed it all dutifully — let him stay in her mouth until it hurt just enough for him to hiss and grin.

“Oh, sunshine,” he whispered when he finally came back to himself and noticed what she was doing.

Rocking into her own hand with her forehead rested on his hip.

“Just so good t’me,” she whimpered quietly.

The sound echoed in the bathroom quiet.

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Branded (Part 2)

It’s finally here! Thank you for the lovely comments and reblogs on this fic!

The conclusion of Branded. A Rhett Abott x Reader. Featuring soft Rhett who is an idiot who thinks mostly with his second brain, best friends to lovers. Perry is a good bro. Maria is an awful step-sister to reader.

This was a real work of love so I really, really hope you like it!

Part 1 if you missed it.

18+ for SMUT and swearing galore.

Thank you to @mayhem24-7forever for picking up my error calling her half-sister in the first part. They are step sisters, reader's dad remarried Maria's mother. I've gone back and fixed it! I owe you one! And when I was re-reading part 1 I found that I’d called Perry’s wife the wrong name the whole way through! God I had a shocker! All fixed now!

Enjoy xox

From the ages of sixteen to eighteen, if Maria asked Rhett for anything, he did it, and probably without even thinking about it. All it took was a soft touch of her hand, a flirty remark, a peck on his cheek, or hell even a flip of her long hair, and he was weak at the knees. That’s how strong the promise of her pussy, the proverbial carrot she dangled out of his reach, was to a horny, teenage Rhett.

As a 26-year-old, he thought he’d be able to handle himself a bit better around Maria, but he was pretty drunk and probably the stupidest fucking man in Wabang.

“Maria.” Rhett acknowledged her presence. “Umm… what do you want?”

“There’s plenty I want from you,” she said suggestively. Maria took the shot glass from in front of him and poured herself a tequila. She stared at him teasingly as she downed the booze and licked the rim of the glass.

Jesus.

Teenage Rhett would have probably bust a nut at the display and even now his drunk dick involuntarily twitched at the sight.

“Been a while huh Rhett. Saw you looking at me before. Sorry I kept you waiting,” she purred, and he tensed up as she moved closer to him.

The tequila had kicked in and he felt hazy. “I… ah… I.” Rhett stuttered out.

“I know you wanted me bad back in school. I think I’m about ready to give you what you want.” Maria’s voice dripped with sex, and she took his trucker hat off his head and put it on hers.

“Pity this isn’t a Stetson huh. Doesn’t a woman take a cowboy’s hat when she wants to screw him?” And she suddenly brushed her hand up his thigh towards his semi-hard cock and Rhett grit his teeth.

Fuck.

It was downright pathetic that his body reacted this way, he knew it could be the booze, but it’s like he had a ‘Pavlov’s Response’ to this woman.

Rhett was so used to letting his dick lead him, but thankfully his actual brain kicked in. It’s like someone threw a bucket of ice water over him and snapped him out of it.

What the fuck was wrong with him.

Rhett quickly ripped her hand off his leg and he shifted as far away from her as he could. “I’m waitin’ on someone,” Rhett said roughly.

He was angry at himself that he’d let Maria get under his skin, even if it was just for a split second. And ashamed that he had done this to YFN… again.

“You mean YFN? Please.” Maria scoffed. “I saw you approach me first honey. Did she see? Wonder how she feels knowing she’s your second choice.”

“It ain’t like that.” Rhett forced out.

Maria battered her heavily made-up eyes at him and moved closer to him again, caging him uncomfortably in the booth. Her long fingernails dragged across his chest and her sickly-sweet floral perfume surrounded him. It all felt wrong. He definitely didn’t want her.

“It’s exactly like that. You chose me once; you’ll do it again.”

“Aaahh!” she cried as she was suddenly yanked out of his space.

Rhett watched with wide eyes as YFN, with a rough hold on the back collar of Maria’s shirt, pulled her out of the booth.

Holy shit.

Maria stumbled as she gained her footing. “What the hell you bitch,” she spat.

YFN glared at both of them, and her eyes blazed with fury and something else Rhett couldn’t quite place. She ripped his cap off Maria’s head and threw it on the table.

“You’re an asshole,” she said sharply, and her eyes momentarily flashed with pain.

Fuck.

Rhett flinched. He didn’t know if it was aimed at Maria or him or both. Even though he didn’t want Maria, it didn’t matter; he knew seeing them together was bound to hurt YFN. He hadn’t even got a chance to tell her how he felt, and he’d already fucked up.

“YFN I…” She put up her hand to silence him and Maria barked out a laugh.

YFN’s hands balled up into white knuckled fists, but she remained composed. “He doesn’t want you.”

Maria faced off with YFN and smirked at her. “And you think he wants you? God you’re stupid. He didn’t want you when we were younger, and he doesn’t now either. All I had to do was look at him and he got hard,” she teased.

Rhett cringed at Maria’s comment, but he could not tear his eyes off YFN. She wasn’t invisible to anyone now. Anger and what he hoped was jealousy radiated off her, but she remained eerily calm. The sweet, soft girl he’d known his whole life wasn’t there. YFN was fierce, and damned if it didn’t make him love her more.

And of course, it turned him the fuck on.

YFN whispered, but loud enough so Maria and Rhett could hear. “Honey he’s been rock hard all night but trust me; it wasn’t for you.”

Holy fuck.

Maria laughed bitterly. “You go ahead and tell yourself that. I’ll always be first choice for anyone.”

YFN made a slight, pained noise and anger flashed through Rhett’s body. He got up out of the booth quickly and opened his mouth to deny her statement, but the sudden movement made his head spin.

“Even your daddy loves me better,” Maria said viciously with a smirk.

“Fuck off back to the Tillerson’s you dumb cunt.”

Perry.

Maria paled a little at the threatening words. She had never had any effect on Perry, like she had on Rhett. And, since his wife’s disappearance, his brother’s moods were unpredictable, and the number of drinks he’d had and his protective instinct of YFN had him steaming at Maria. She took the hint and quickly spun on her heel and retreated.

YFN’s previous resolve had crumbled, and she was quiet, her shoulders slumped. She glanced at Rhett and his heart broke at the sadness he saw in her eyes.

Shit.

This was all his fault; he didn’t deserve her. He just stood there silently, filled with guilt as he watched his brother take control of the situation.

Perry shot him an unreadable look, and his menacing demeanour quickly softened at YFN’s state, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Don’t listen to that bitch sweetheart. I reckon we should get out of ‘ere.”

“She’s right ‘bout my family. They do… I- I don’t wanna… I can’t go home,” she whispered meekly.

“Fuck your whole family then. You’re comin’ home with us.” Perry grunted.

“Are you… You’re sure your folks won’t mind?” she questioned quietly.

Perry rolled his eyes at her. “You’re kiddin’ right? You’re family YFN. We all adore you.” Rhett watched as her eyes quickly darted to his. “And its still pretty early, so Amy will be thrilled to see you outside of school.” Perry finished.

At the mention of Amy, a small, smile grew on her lips. “Sure you don’t mind her seein’ her teacher tipsy.”

Perry chuckled and gestured between him and Rhett. “Your fine sweetheart. We’re no better.”

“Why don’t you go freshen up or somethin’ and meet us outside when you’re done. I’ll call dad. Reckon he’ll still be in town and don’t think any of us are right to drive,” he said softly.

YFN nodded and her eyes flitted back to Rhett. His head was swimming with emotion, and he had no idea what she was thinking. Rhett gave her what he hoped was an apologetic look. “Please,” he managed to croak out.

She held his eyes with hers for a moment longer and she gave him a small tight smile before walking towards the bathroom.

As soon as she left, Perry immediately narrowed his eyes at him. Rhett sighed and dropped his head knowing he was probably going to kick his ass, but he knew he deserved it.

“I know. This is all my fault. I’ve already fucked this up.” Rhett said sadly.

Perry laid a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot that’s for sure. But it ain’t your fault. This is on that bitch of a sister. I saw YFN’s reaction to Maria all over you, so I don’t think you’ve screwed this up.”

Rhett looked at his brother and he let out a long slow breath and nodded. Part of him believed him, but the other part was terrified that she didn’t feel the same way about him.

Perry smirked. “Didn’t realise our sweet little teacher had such a jealous streak in ‘er.”

Rhett gave his brother a wry smile. “Reckon it was the hottest thin’ I’ve ever seen.”

Perry laughed and smacked him across the back of head. “Stop thinkin’ with your dick for once. Just apologise for bein’ such a fuckin’ moron. And tell that girl how you feel.”

Rhett nodded again. He couldn’t promise he wasn’t going to think with his cock. After witnessing that display, part of him wanted to pin YFN to the closest surface and fuck her hard. But he needed to talk to her and make sure she knew how wrong Maria was.

And tell her how much he loved her.

Perry snorted. “You’re gonna be the one to call dad and explain. Even if it’s not your fault, I hope you’re ready to get chewed out, ‘cause god knows he thinks the world of that girl.”

Fuck.

Rhett winced; he was right. Royal was probably going to whoop his ass.

But he was actually more concerned about the moment Cecelia found out that he’d finally figured out that he loved YFN and then possibly fucked it up.

She might actually kill him.

………

The drive back to Abbott ranch was mostly quiet, save the country music on the radio and Perry’s snores from the front passenger seat as Royal drove. There was an air of thick tension between YFN and Rhett, who sat in the back bench of Royal’s dual cab truck.

Rhett tried to avoid the many menacing and disappointed glares his father was shooting him in the review mirror. When he called and honestly told him everything that had happened, Royal had threatened to cut his balls off if he didn’t fix it with YFN.

YFN cleared her throat. “Thanks again for comin’ to get us, Mr Abbott.”

“I’ve told you a hundred times to call me Royal, sweetheart. And you’re welcome. These drunk assholes were lucky you needed a lift, or they would’ve been sleepin’ in Perry’s truck,” he said gruffly.

His father turned into the driveway of their ranch, and she laughed at the statement, still sounding a bit tipsy.

Rhett’s head was still fuzzy from the tequila too, so he knew he’d probably end up saying something stupid. But he had no idea what YFN was thinking, she hadn’t spoken to him since the incident at the bar and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“YFN I…”

“Listen Rhett…”

They spoke at the same time, and in the darkness of the truck, he saw YFN look at him with a small smile.

He didn’t care that Royal could hear, he had to fix this. “She’s wrong you know. What she said to you. It’s bullshit.” Rhett said softly.

YFN sighed. “She’s right ‘bout my family. My dad likes her better. I- I don’t know why. It just hurt when she said it out loud. And it makes me miss my mamma.”

Rhett searched her face, she looked so vulnerable, and it made his chest ache. “He’s a piece of shit then. Your mamma loved you so much. And you are so loved YFN, by everyone else in this town.”

He took a deep steadying breath. “Darlin’ I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“What are you apologisin’ for?” she asked softly as the truck pulled up to the house.

Rhett peered at her anxiously. “’Cause I’ve hurt you. I’m a fuckin’ idiot. That shit with Maria tonight. And I screwed up our friendship ‘fore,” he said slowly.

“You can be an idiot Rhett at times, that’s for sure,” she chuckled lightly. “But I don’t blame you ‘bout Maria. It’s just what she does, we are all just pieces in her game. And we were just stupid kids back then, Rhett. You can let that go,” she said honestly in a quiet voice.

She wasn’t angry at him. That can’t be right.

He stared at her in disbelief as Royal smacked Perry across the chest to rouse him and they both got out of the truck, leaving Rhett and YFN in the back seat.

“Why ain’t you upset with me?” Rhett asked hesitantly.

“I don’t know… I guess maybe I am a little…” YFN gave him a shy, smile. And she unexpectedly giggled, and the sound went straight to his groin.

Jesus. Not now.

He knew now was not the time to be thinking about this, but he couldn’t help it, he found the smallest things about her so fucking sexy.

She scrunched her nose up. “Sorry. I’m still a bit buzzed.”

YFN let out a slow breath and her eyes met his. “Look. I know you went to talk to Maria first and that’s honestly okay. But then you looked at me like… and the way you were acting… I just thought tonight felt different. Anyway don’t worry ‘bout it. It was probably just me. And tequila makes people do stupid things.”

She dropped her head and focused on the fingers that picked at her jeans.

Rhett suppressed a grin; she still wanted him. He moved across to the middle seat and softly cupped YFN’s cheek with his hand, “Darlin’. Look at me.”

And she lifted her head to look at him with wide eyes.

“It wasn’t the booze makin’ me hard all night.”

Shit.

Fucking tequila.

YFN sucked in a sharp breath and Rhett winced at his choice of words. “Sorry. God I’m fuckin’ terrible at this.” He went to pull his hand off her cheek, but YFN grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

Even in the dull light of the truck, he could see the blush on her neck and the sparkle in her eyes and it encouraged him to try again.

“Look darlin’, I know I’m a mess and I’ve been so fuckin’ slow to catch on…” he chuckled before he looked lovingly into her eyes. “It was different between us tonight. I promise it wasn’t just you. It’s you that I want. YFN I’m in l…”

“Miss YLN!” Amy yelled out loudly through the truck window and they both jumped at the sound and it halted Rhett’s attempted confession.

Fuck.

This was probably the first time Rhett had ever been annoyed with his niece. He dropped his hand, and YFN blushed darker and broke their eye contact as Amy opened her door, and practically pulled her out of the truck and towards the house.

Rhett was pissed Amy had interrupted the moment, but from YFN’s behaviour he was certain he hadn’t screwed it up with her. He got out of the truck to follow the girls, a small grin on his face, only to be met with a ‘spanish inquisition’ from his family.

“Amy interrupt somethin’ little brother?” Perry laughed drunkenly and Rhett gave him the finger.

Royal started “That cow of a sister always had your nuts in a vice when you were younger. And sounds like she hasn’t changed. That ain’t on you. But if you’re just after YFN for the sake of a drunk lay…”

“No. Listen…” Rhett put up his hands in defence, “That’s not what this is. Yeah, I drank a bit…” and Cecelia him an intense look. “Fine. I drank a lot. But this is real. I’m in love with her.”

“Did you tell her? Before that business with Maria?” Cecelia asked, and Rhett shook his head. “For goodness sakes. Been waitin’ forever for you to realise that you love her. I should slap you stupid,” she chided.

Perry chuckled. “Ma it ain’t his fault that her sister’s a fuckin’…”

“Watch your mouth, Perry. Rhett you better be all in with her, ‘cause she’s loved you for a long time.” Cecelia said seriously.

“I am. I swear. I know I don’t deserve her.” Rhett said honestly.

“Well make sure you do.” Royal grunted.

Rhett nodded at his father. “Can she stay? She didn’t say a whole lot, but it doesn’t sound like she wants to be at home.”

“Fast mover hey Rhett. Just figured out you love her and already want to move her in.” Perry laughed and Royal smacked him across the back of the head.

Cecelia nodded and smiled. “See if we can’t get you sobered up ‘fore you get too far ahead of yourself and ask her to marry you,” she teased.

“YFN’s welcome as long as she wants. That girl’s been family for a long time. If she actually still wants to be with your stupid ass, she can bunk with you Rhett. Don’t you disrespect her and make me fuckin’ regret it. Remember she’s Amy’s teacher for christ sakes.” Royal said in warning.

Rhett smirked. “I’ll do my best.” And he was smacked on the back of the head by Cecelia as Perry burst out laughing.

………

After they all sat around the kitchen table and ate the late supper Cecelia had made for them, Rhett and YFN sobered up pretty quickly. Rhett’s family was a little fucked-up, but even with all their issues, they loved one another, and always supported each other when it mattered. YFN had been part of their family since they were kids and obviously cared about them, but tonight it was clear to Rhett, just how much they loved her too.

After supper, Royal and Cecelia had let YFN know that she was welcome to stay with them as long as she wanted to, because she had always been as good as their own daughter in their eyes. The beautiful, bewildered look on her face at their confession, made Rhett’s heart swell. And the pained grimace on Perry’s face when she kicked him in the balls under the table, for his smug, whispered comment about how that makes Rhett and YFN brother and sister who fuck, made his cheeks hurt from grinning.

Amy was excited to have her teacher hanging out with her and was glued to YFN’s side for the rest of the night, until her bedtime rolled around. Rhett was pretty miffed because his niece had already ruined his botched declaration of love and he wanted nothing more to tell and show YFN how he felt.

He had to make do with what he could get with Amy around, so took the chance and reached for her hand under the table and threaded his fingers with hers and was rewarded with a bright smile. Rhett couldn’t complain, because even the simple touch made his skin tingle and heart flutter. He’d never felt anything like it before and Cecelia smiled knowingly at him when she caught him trying to hide the stupid grin on his face.

After everyone else was in bed and the alcohol had worn off, Perry’s mood started to slide, so he too, retired upstairs. But, to Rhett and YFN’s shock, he came back down with a set of Rebecca’s clothes, so YFN had something to wear in the morning. Perry had watery eyes as she hugged him tightly and thanked him for looking after her.

Rhett was so grateful for his gesture, but he did worry how changes like this would affect his brother. But that only lasted for a split second because when he pulled him into a quick hug to thank him, Perry teasingly whispered, “Enjoy your night… sister fucker,” and took off before Rhett could tackle him to the ground.

He loved his family, he really did, but he was ecstatic once they’d all finally gone to bed. Rhett desperately needed to tell YFN how he felt. And he was going to fucking explode if he didn’t get his hands on her. It had taken all of his concentration to not get hard around his family, from her gentle touches and sweet smiles. He’d never wanted anyone this badly before.

Rhett had already quickly showered when they first got home so he sat on his bed in his room while he waited for YFN to finish in the bathroom. Now that they were going to be alone, he was actually really nervous. He’d never been in love or had a girlfriend before, so he had no fucking clue what he was doing. There was a high chance he could still fuck this up.

YFN hadn’t rejected him, and his family had all said that YFN loved him, but she hadn’t actually told him that. Rhett’s mind was going into overdrive. What if all she wanted was something casual or what if he misread everything and she didn’t want him at all.

Fuck.

Wouldn’t that be fucking ironic.

He pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes at the thought. It had only been a few hours since he figured his feelings out, but Rhett knew he would do whatever she wanted to make her happy, even if it killed him. He’d just play it cool, feel out the situation before he said something that would screw it all up.

“You look deep in thought there baby. You okay?” YFN’s soft, melodic voice filled his bedroom, and he uncovered his eyes to watch her gently shut the door.

She was barefoot, hair damp from the shower and she wore one of his old t-shirts and a pair of Rebecca’s sleep shorts.

Fuck she was beautiful.

“I’m in love with you.” Rhett blurted out.

Well shit.

She padded over to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed and stood just between the front of his open legs as he sat on the bed. He searched her face for her reaction.

“That’s what you were tryin’ to tell me before Amy cockblocked us?” she said, one corner of her mouth quirked in a tiny smile as she looked down at him.

He nodded and tentatively reached out and rested his hands on her shapely hips, and she took a half step closer to him.

YFN ghosted her hands over his bare shoulders until they rested at the back of his neck and Rhett shivered. “And you’re sure? In love with me? Like you want to be together?” she questioned softly, but from the growing smile and delight in her eyes, he knew she knew the answer.

“Fuck yes, I’m in love with you.” Rhett dipped his hands under the hem of his t-shirt she wore. His palms burned as they splayed on the soft skin of her waist and he pulled her even closer. “It just hit me like a ton of bricks tonight.”

Her fingers played with his hair. “Me and no one else?” YFN asked, this time with slight nervousness in her voice.

Rhett sighed. “I know I’ve got ‘round. Not real proud of that now to be honest.”

He gazed up at her lovingly. “But darlin’ I’ve never loved anyone else. Only you. I reckon I’ve always belonged to you. YFN, you branded my heart and soul a long time ago.”

YFN’s eyes shone brightly at him, and she bit her lip to hide the wide smile that graced her lips. “That was pretty fuckin’ romantic for a man who’s never been in love. Are you sure its not the tequila talkin’?”

Rhett tipped his head back and chuckled quietly. “Woman you better put me out of my misery…”

And he was cut off by her soft lips touching his.

Warmth spread through him and as he started to respond to the kiss, she pulled away and he pouted. YFN laughed lightly and moved to straddle his legs and eased herself into his lap. “Sorry for teasin’. But I’ve been waitin’ a long-time to hear you say that. I’m in love with you, Rhett. Always have been.”

He grinned at her words. “I’m so fuckin’ glad you didn’t stop.”

“Me too. Done talkin’ now. Let’s see if you can last longer than when you were sixteen,” she teased as she ground her hips on him.

Fuck.

He groaned, and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss.

………

Low sunlight poured through his bedroom window as Rhett stretched out his long limbs. He had managed to sleep in later than normal, and even though it was Saturday, there was work to do. Royal was going to have his head. YFN was no longer beside him and he frowned that he woke up without getting to kiss her good morning.

Rhett had never paid a lot of attention to kissing in the past, it was just something to set sex in motion. He’d never kissed anyone for as long as he did last night, and he’d happily keep kissing YFN’s plump, pink lips for the rest of his life.

To be honest, he’d be more than happy to have his mouth on any part of her.

And that had been Rhett’s undoing.

The reason why he barely lasted longer than when they were sixteen.

A huge grin overtook Rhett’s face as he recalled the events of last night. Even though, they stayed pretty quiet, thank fuck his bedroom was at the end of the hall away from everyone else’s.

“I wanna hear you tell me again that you love me babygirl.” Rhett begged, voice muffled by the nipple in his mouth as he fingers teased YFN’s pussy.

“Kiss me and I’ll tell you,” she mewled as she arched her back slightly, pushing her full tits deeper into his face.

YFN whined as he let go of her nipple with a pop and withdrew his fingers from her wetness. Rhett settled his face between her legs and inhaled her deeply.

Jesus.

She propped herself up onto her elbows and peered down at him. “W-what are you d-doing?”

Rhett smirked at her as he pushed her legs apart. “Kissin’ you so you tell me.” And he groaned as he licked the length of her pussy.

Fuck.

He hadn’t done this too often in the past, most of his experience was quick fucks in his truck or blow jobs at a bar. But the intoxicating smell and sweet taste of YFN’s pussy, made him want to go down on her for hours.

Rhett licked her pussy, circled her clit and fucked her with his tongue like a man fucking starved. His rock hard cock ached as he intently watched YFN breathe heavily through her nose and bite her lip hard to suppress her pretty noises.

He slapped her ass to remind her of what he wanted. “Fuck Rhett I-I ah… I fuckin’ love you,” she moaned quietly, and he groaned into her pussy, the vibrations causing YFN to buck into his face.

Rhett teased her entrance with a finger before slipping it inside her tight, wet heat.

“Yes baby. Another.” YFN demanded.

Fuck.

He did exactly what she asked for and added one then two more fingers into her tightness as he sucked on her clit. He rutted his throbbing dick into the bed sloppily as he fucked her pussy slowly and purposely with his fingers.

YFN whined breathlessly and threaded her hands into his hair. “Oh god. Right there baby. Don’t change. Such a good boy for me. Gonna make me cum.”

Jesus christ.

Rhett’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned at the praise.

That’s new.

Even lost in her pleasure, YFN noticed his reaction. “You like me tellin’ you that huh baby.”

He met her eyes, they were full of desire and love, and with his mouth still on her, he nodded.

YFN bit her lip and tipped her head back and softly moaned. “Mmmm… You’re so good at this. My sweet boy. Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good. Fuck me faster baby… I’m so close…”

He did just that and pumped her pussy faster with his fingers and grazed his teeth on her clit. YFN’s taste, her heat, her hands in his hair, her fucking praise; it all went straight to his dick and Rhett ground his hips into the mattress.

“Oh fuck. I’m gonna…” YFN muffled her voice into his pillow as she yanked on his hair and arched her back off the bed and came. Rhett followed her body with his mouth and sucked on her clit, and fucked her through it with his fingers as lapped up her sweetness.

Holy shit.

Watching her orgasm was just as good, actually even better than it had been when they were teenagers, and he almost just came embarrassingly quickly like he was still sixteen.

After she’d ridden out her high, she stilled his movements with her hand and pulled him up her body by his hair. She met his lips with a sloppy kiss and moaned when she tasted herself on him.

“So fuckin’ good Rhett,” she whispered. “Are you clean baby? I am and I’m on birth control.”

Rhett nodded eagerly. “You sure?”

YFN reached down and wrapped her small hand around his hard cock, and he hissed. She guided him between her thighs, and he pushed himself into her tight, wet pussy.

Fuck.

YFN moaned and Rhett made a pained, whining sound as he was enveloped by her heat. His balls had already started to feel heavy, and he hadn’t even moved.

“Babygirl… Reckon I’m gonna fuckin’ blow my load as soon as I start movin’,” he said in a strangled voice and breathed in and out heavily through his nose.

YFN ran her fingers through his hair and her hazy eyes looked deeply into his. “Don’t care baby. Just fuck me. Cum inside me. Fill me up.”

Jesus fucking christ.

His sweet girl had a fuckin’ dirty mouth on her. “You’re gonna kill me.” Rhett grunted.

He laid over the top of her and kissed YFN as he thrust in and out of her lazily for a moment. She whined when he pulled out as he lifted his body off her and pushed her knees to her chest. Rhett kneeled in front of her, and they groaned as he entered her again in one quick motion. He snapped his hips into her hard and fast, she was so tight and wet, and he quickly felt the tell-tale tingle in his spine.

“My good boy. Fuckin’ me so well. Take what you need baby.” YFN purred.

Her words pushed Rhett over the edge and with the next stroke of his cock he suddenly came hard. “Fuuuck,” he cried out and he buried his face into his forearm to mask his groan.

Holy shit.

YFN lowered and opened her shaking legs as Rhett pulled out. He grabbed the closest item of clothing he could find and messily cleaned her pussy before tucking it under her to catch the leaking cum. And then he collapsed on the bed next to her.

Rhett turned to face YFN. She was flushed pink and had a relaxed, fucked-out smile on her face and he cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply.

YFN giggled. “You lasted a little bit longer this time. Good to see the last ten years helped.”

He grinned at her cheekiness. “You fuckin’ brat. You know I can go longer, and I promise I can make you cum while I fuck you. It’s just that mouth on you was a real surprise. I nearly blew my load on the fuckin’ mattress. You didn’t talk like that last time.”

“Mmm-hmm. I noticed you liked a little praise huh baby. My mouth can do a lot of things by the way. Like I said. The ten years helped,” she teased.

“Jesus christ. How are you real? How did I not really see you for all these years darlin’.” Rhett looked at YFN in wonder and he pushed strands of her hair off her face.

YFN yawned. “Doesn’t matter anymore baby. You see me now.”

Rhett beamed at her. “Yeah, I do beautiful. The selfless girl who adores my crazy family. The funny, passionate woman who loves me for the idiot I am. My best friend. You’re the girl. I love you so much.”

“Bloody hell Rhett. You’re so fuckin’ romantic. Where the hell did this come from.” YFN said, eyes full of love and awe.

Rhett shrugged. “A shared bottle of tequila and a decade of repressed feelin’s,” he teased, and she smacked him across the chest.

YFN laughed sleepily. “C’mon I gotta go clean up. It’s bad enough I’ve gotta face your family tomorrow knowing what we did. I better not be full of your cum when I do”

Yep. She was definitely the girl.

………

Rhett groaned at the erection he sported from thinking about last night with YFN. He knew he was running late, so he ignored it and quickly pulled on jeans, t-shirt, boots and grabbed his Stetson and headed to the bathroom before going downstairs.

As he reached the kitchen, the sound of YFN and Amy’s laughter filled his ears. Royal and Perry sat at the table and drank coffee, Amy was in the middle of the room chattering away, and Cecelia and YFN stood at the sink.

“Finally decided to join us.” Royal grunted as Rhett rubbed sleep from his eyes.

“Sorry,” he replied simply, and Cecelia faced him and gave him a small smile.

Amy smiled widely at him. “Uncle Rhett. Daddy told me Miss YLN’s your girlfriend now, so she’s allowed to sleep over.” Perry laughed at his daughter’s honesty.

“And he gave her somethin’ of mammas to wear. Doesn’t she look pretty?” she said as she pointed at YFN.

YFN turned slightly, her hands still in the soapy dish water, and gave him a shy smile.

Rhett halted and it felt like his breath left his body.

Jesus.

She wore her boots and a navy-blue sundress covered in flowers and it hugged those curves he now knew intimately. She looked fucking gorgeous.

“Ah… yeah Amy. She sure does,” he croaked out.

Rhett wasn’t sure exactly what to do next. He’d never been in a situation quite like this before. The woman he loved, stood in his kitchen doing something domestic while looking so sinful. He tried not to think too much about it otherwise he might have an embarrassing situation to control in front of his family.

He crossed the kitchen towards her, ruffling Amy’s hair as he walked past. Rhett hesitated when he reached YFN, he didn’t really know how boyfriends greeted their girlfriends in front of their family.

“Hi.” YFN said softly from her place in front of the sink. Her warm smile and the soft blush on her cheeks, encouraged him to just do what felt natural to him.

Rhett moved behind her and loosely placed his arms around her waist, his hat against her hip. “Mornin’ darlin’.” And he rested his chin on her shoulder when she turned back to the task of washing the dishes.

Royal cleared his throat. “So YFN’s gonna come stay with us. Get some breakfast into you Rhett. You and Perry gotta go with her to collect Cherry and her things. And you still got chores.”

Rhett and YFN hadn’t actually talked about that. They spent their night doing other things. YFN’s body stiffened ever so slightly, but enough for Rhett to know she was probably worried about his reaction.

“That sounds good to me,” he murmured lovingly, and he felt her body relax. Without giving it much thought, Rhett lifted the hand that held his Stetson, and he gently placed his hat on her head. YFN gasped softly and he placed a tender kiss at the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

“Here you go Rhett.” Cecelia said, with watery eyes and a wide smile on her face as she offered him a plate of breakfast.

He released YFN and took the offered plate from his mother and she patted his cheek affectionately. “Thank you, ma.”

Rhett sat down on the opposite side of the table to where YFN stood at the sink, now drying dishes and he watched as she returned to chatting with Amy and Cecelia.

“Who the fuck are you? And what have you done with my brother?” Perry chuckled, no doubt talking about the soft, romantic display he’d just witnessed, and Rhett gave him the finger.

He looked over when YFN laughed hard at something that Amy had said. Her head was tipped back, and she held his hat on her head with one hand. Her eyes were closed, and her pink lips had parted as she laughed. The fabric of the dress strained tight against YFN’s full tits, and they jiggled with every sound she made.

Rhett’s cock stirred, his mind pictured her looking just like this, dressed hiked up around her waist as she rode him.

Holy fuck.

He shook the thought from his head and YFN turned to him and beamed at him, and a dumb, blissful smile overtook Rhett’s face.

Perry snorted. “That’s it. There’s that stupid smile from when you were sixteen.”

He laughed. His brother was probably right, and it confirmed what Rhett believed. That YFN had branded him as hers a long time ago.

Rhett’s eyes flitted to him as Perry got up out of his chair. He wore a taunting smile and mouthed ‘Sister fucker’. Rhett jumped out of his chair and launched himself at Perry and they laughed as they wrestled to the ground. Royal grunted and Cecelia threw a dish towel at them. Amy jumped on top of them, and Perry tickled her. And YFN squealed in surprise when Rhett grabbed her ankle.

His life still wasn’t perfect, but just like that, it had become much more.

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