#rhett abbott drabble

[sebsxphia]

rhett abbott x reader. | drabble.

￫ warnings: mentions of pregnancy and fluff.

￫ authors notes: i’ve had a couple of tiny drabbles in my wips for ages. enjoy! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

“Here you go, cowboy.”

You handed Rhett his neck warmer with a warm smile to match.

“Thank you, darlin’.”

He reciprocated with a familiar smile. He slipped it over his head and tucked it against his neck, into the collar of his Carhartt jacket. His hair became slightly ruffled from the neck warmer, but he lifted his cap off the hook by the door and slipped it on his head. He reached behind and smoothed out any stray hairs at the back of his neck with his hand.

You unlocked the front door and slipped out into the cold Wyoming morning with Rhett behind you. The sun was only just beginning to crack over the horizon. Trailing behind you both were your two dogs, hot on each of your heels and their collars jingling.

“Alright, I’ll get started wi’ the feed. Y’ still alright with the fences?” Rhett cocked his head at you, as he checked with you for the third time this morning.

You grinned at him and squeezed his shoulder in reassurance. Your other hand rested over your belly, your bump now beginning to appear. “Absolutely, baby. I’ll come help y’ with muckin’ around midday?���

He placed a kiss on your lips and brushed his already cold nose against yours. “Of course, darlin’. Thank you for helpin’. Text me if y’ need me, alright?”

You nodded in agreement with a sweet smile and pecked him once more before making your way to the fences. You turned around as you heard Rhett whistle sharply for your two dogs and yell, “‘ere you two lil’ guys.”

He caught your eyes once more as you turned on your heels to face him. His lips quirked into a lovesick grin and you blew him a playful kiss back.

Rhett was in loving, domestic bliss.

[rhettabbotts]

practice makes perfect - pornstar!rhett abbott x reader

pairing: pornstar!rhett abbott x inexperienced!fem!reader

summary: rhett wants to prepare you before your first day on set.

warnings: 18+ only. age gap. fingering. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. oral (f). squirting. rhett’s hairy chest.

a/n: i just wanted to give everyone a little taste of the man that is pornstar rhett! i’m so excited to world build and share more of this story! i hope you enjoy! <3

“You’re gonna have to relax, doll,” Rhett cooed as he spread your thighs apart. “You can’t be this stiff in front of the camera.”

“I’m just nervous,” you muttered timidly. “What if they don’t like me?”

“You’re gonna be a star, honey. We just gotta loosen you up. Here, sit up.”

Rhett’s strong arms pulled you into a sitting position, his large hands massaged your biceps gently. His cobalt blue eyes looked into yours and you fought the urge to look away. He was intimidating, but not in a scary way. He was larger than life in your eyes. And you were just a girl from a small town who barely had anything figured out.

“I’m not going to hurt you, doll. Promise. C’mon, shake it out,” he held you by the shoulders and shook you lightly, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips. “There it is, there’s that smile.”

He laid you back and started to place tender kisses against your neck, his lips burning a trail down your body in their descent. The day old stubble scratched across your sensitive skin. The soft glow coming from the lamp on the bedside table created a calming environment. At least it wasn’t hot, bright studio lights.

“You taste so sweet. Can’t wait to get my mouth on that beautiful pussy. Gonna taste like a damn peach,” Rhett spoke with a slight growl.

Your breath stuttered as he mouthed the edge of your panties. They weren’t special. A pale pink pair with frilly lining. His tongue ran along your folds through the cotton, flicking against your clit before doing the same motion a few more times. You could feel the cool air hitting against the wet spot and it sent shivers over your body.

Rhett didn’t waste much time pulling the panties to the side and dove right in. Expert tongue pointedly thrusting into your dripping hole. The lewd noises of his ministrations filled the large room. A sheen of sweat covered your bodies and you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking against his face.

“Goddamn… fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Rhett mumbled before wrapping his lips around your swollen bud. The suction caused a scream to erupt from you and your juices covered his mouth and chin as your release hit you forcefully.

He slowed his movements but he didn’t pull back, instead he just slid two thick fingers into your fluttering hole. It didn’t take him long to find that special spot inside, curling his fingers and making a ‘come hither’ motion.

Your thighs trembled and your whimpers were loud and wanton. Rhett pulled away from you long enough to start running his mouth.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a damn leaf. You’re so damn sensitive. I bet I could make you come again if I just told you to. So eager to please. Such a good little girl. They’re gonna love you, sugar. Now, c’mon. Come for me, little girl.”

You came once more, this time harder than the first and you couldn’t hide the way you felt a little embarrassed at the sound of your wetness. You nearly soaked his hand. He hadn’t even pulled his fingers out before he was attaching his mouth to your cunt once more. Your third orgasm came quickly after the second and you drenched his face once more.

Rhett pulled away with a satisfied grin on his face, your release trailing down his chin and into his chest hair.

“Just as delicious as I thought. You whine like that in the movies and you’ll have every guy blowing their load in their pants,” he joked as he wiped your juices off with the back of his hand. You didn’t want to tell him but you were even more nervous. Because if Rhett wasn’t your scene partner, then how the hell would anyone ever make you come the way he just did?

[seeyalaterinnovator]

Float Away- Rhett Abbott x Reader

Rhett Abbott x reader smutty drabble... I feel so rusty but my wonderful friend @hederasgarden really inspired me the other day to work on this... the idea itself really belongs to her as well as she initially wrote the idea, and this is my take on it (with her permission of course)

Content warnings: NSFW content (18+ please), overstimulation, afab reader, reader has enough hair to pull, pet names .. please let me know if I missed any

WC: 750

“C’mon darlin’, just let go, I got you.” 

Rhett’s calloused hands gripped firmly at the silky, tender flesh of your hips and tugged them up closer to his own. A throaty, desperate whine passed through parted lips in response to the resulting achy, warm burn that pulled at your sides, your spine stretched impossibly farther each time his strong hips rocked against your plump ass. You tried (and failed) to shake your head no, but it was no use as your cheek was pressed firmly into the mattress. “I-I can’t Rhett, I can’t, not again.” You panted, words nearly lost against the cool fabric of the sheets that did little to quell the ever growing flush present on your face. He’d been at this for some time, and you’d lost count of how many times your core fluttered and spasmed around him. Still, Rhett knew your body and knew you had more to give, more to let go of. 

The warmth of his hand crawled over the curve of your ass and kneaded the flesh, his eyes blown with lust at how pliant you were in his grasp. His strong hand continued its path along the sinew of your spine, following each dip and curve until it settled between your shoulder blades. With just enough pressure to steal your breath away, he pressed down on that spot, your chest sinking further into the mattress.“You can, and you will.” His voice, like warmed honey, served to ease the tension that lingered in your frame. 

Behind you, his weight shifted closer and his body caged you in. A warm puff of breath tickled at your skin, his hand soon replaced by his lips in the center of your back. There he placed a light, teasing kiss, serving to ground you in the moment. “Rhett I-” Your eyes shined with unshed tears that finally rolled down the side of your face as you screwed them shut.

“You will because I told you to. Don’t forget, I know exactly what you need.” He warned, his voice thick with need. Rhett held back and ignored the tingling sensation that steadily grew at the base of his spine. This wasn’t about him. He could hold off a little longer if it meant that he could get you to that headspace you desperately craved. 

You were close, body strung taught like a bow, your muscles trembled with every thrust and touch. Your mind hummed with the desire to submit, to give in to his will and just float away. Yet you fought against the current, unable to allow the ebb and flow to drown out the rest of the world. Rhett threaded his calloused fingertips through the roots of your hair and pulled, winding the tendrils into his grasp tight enough to force your head back. Pain pricked at your scalp and fresh tears collected at the corners of your eyes. A sharp gasp was music to Rhett’s ears, he knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

“C’mon Baby, do it for me.” He pleaded through a smile. 

Rhett’s free hand wound around your hip and buried itself in the velvet heat between your legs. His finger stroked against your clit with firm steady movements and your core pulsed in response. His hips thrusted faster as he threw more weight and strength into you. Unable to stave off the tightening coil that sat like a heavy weight low in your abdomen, you gave in and allowed your body to relax into your boyfriend. 

“Oh, I-!” You came with a cry, fingers fisting at the sheets you were pressed tightly into. 

“I know, I know.” He shushed, his own pleasure chasing after your own. 

For a moment, the only sound that filled the room was your combined heavy pants and the occasional groan from Rhett as your core still fluttered around him. He took a moment to compose himself and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the dirty blond locks away from the beads of sweat that gathered on his forehead. 

A heavy, sated warmth spread through your body, weighing down your limbs to the point where you weren’t sure if you could move them on your own accord. Rhett was two steps ahead of you though as he gently guided your hips back down against the mattress and stretched your stiff, sore legs out. You were pure putty in his hands. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You did so good for me.” He whispered, hands gently caressing and rubbing back the life into your legs.

[bradshawsbaby]

If you're still taking those late-night prompts, how about "I'm cold. Cuddle with me" + Rhett because I'm having feelings.

Always having feelings about that cowboy!

One of the worst parts about traveling on the rodeo circuit was the accommodations. You never knew what town you were going to end up passing through, or what crummy motel you’d have to spend the night in. Some were better than others, but tonight, you and Rhett had ended up in a particularly crappy one.

You typically tried to look on the bright side of things—at least you and Rhett were together, and you were getting to watch the love of your life live out his dreams. But the broken radiator and the freezing water in the bathroom were enough to sour your mood, especially after a long and exhausting day at the rodeo grounds.

If you were a bit peeved about the situation, you knew Rhett was downright grumpy. He’d had a good ride today, but he’d tweaked a nerve in his shoulder and you knew all he wanted was a hot shower to relax and unwind.

“Stupid shithole,” he’d muttered in frustration when you returned to the motel and were met with ice water instead.

He was taking a quick shower now, trying to wash away the dirt and grime from the day, while you tried to make the room a little bit more comfortable. With no heat, you’d donned a pair of thick socks, sweatpants, a long-sleeve shirt, and one of Rhett’s hoodies to try to keep warm, managing to find an extra blanket in the closet and throwing it onto the bed. You fluffed the pillows as best you could, trying to make it as cozy as possible for when Rhett came out of the bathroom.

Just as you were settling down under the covers, the bathroom door opened and Rhett stepped out with a white towel slung low around his waist. Your mouth watered at the sight. But his handsome face was twisted into a scowl as he stomped over to his travel bag.

“Is a little hot water after a long damn day too much to ask for?” he grumbled, digging through his things for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Normally he liked to sleep with minimal clothing, or none at all, but you could see he was still visibly shaking from his frigid shower.

You bit your lower lip, leaning back against the headboard. “I know, but at least we’ll be checked out of here tomorrow,” you offered, trying to find a silver lining.

“Not fast enough,” Rhett grunted, dropping his towel and quickly getting dressed.

You knew he was just exhausted and in pain, and that was what was making him so cranky. So you held out a hand to him, your voice calm as you said, “I’m cold. Cuddle with me.”

If you had tried to offer to take care of him when he was in a mood like this, he would have just gotten more snappish, but when you turned the tables and made it seem like you needed him, he was quick to soften and come crawling into bed beside you.

“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he murmured, wrapping you in his arms and holding you against his chest. “I wish I could have taken you someplace better than this,” he said with a frown, glancing around your more than modest lodgings.

“Shh, I don’t care about that,” you assured him, draping yourself across his chest. “Just want to be with you.”

He chuckled quietly under his breath, running his fingers through your hair as your eyes grew heavier and heavier.

“I’m really glad you’re here with me,” he whispered against the top of your head, dropping a kiss on it. “It means the world to me, havin’ you in my corner.”

You smiled, cuddling closer to him. “I love you, Rhett.”

“I love you, too, baby. Now let’s get some sleep.”

late night prompts

[attapullman]

Oh my god, okay, I NEED "being shocked that they eat something in a peculiar way (like the whole how to eat a Kitkat debate)" With Rhett pllleeeaaassseee?? 🥰 p.s. I adore you

Rhett 🤝 silly prompts.

That man is ridiculous and I love him. How dare he be adorable when doing things that make me want to smack him in the head!

P.S. I adore YOU!!!

Drabble Day

"What are you doing?!"

Mountain blue eyes widen at you, his mouth frozen around a bite of mozzarella. The tiny cheese stick is dwarfed in his hand, a quick snack before he continues cleaning out the horse stalls.

Thin lips pull back, pursing as he glances at the cheese before back at you. “Eatin’?”

“Clearly.” Such a Rhett response that you can’t help but roll your eyes. “You don’t eat string cheese that way, you monster.”

The expanse of smooth skin between his brows crinkle, that familiar face of confusion taking over his features. It’s almost as if you have a X-ray into his brain, watching him battle whether you’re pulling a trick on him or not. He got you pretty good last week with that ghost prank when the generator failed. Those two remaining brain cells from years of bull riding are working hard when he finally locks eyes with you.

“It’s fuckin’ cheese, how else are ya supposed to eat it?” Rhett thrusts the tiny white snack at you, fingers fumbling over each other as he towers over you to watch. 

He’s mesmerized and bewildered as he observes you peel back a tiny bit of the cheese, the grain of the mozzarella exposed as you hand him the thin string. “It’s the ‘string’ in string cheese.”

His hand claps around the back of his neck, scratching the sweat-drenched hairs stuck to the skin. Cheeks tinged a delicate pink from embarrassment at not knowing. You feel bad he had a whole childhood devoid of string cheese. He’s speechless as you hand him back his snack, patting him on the chest good naturedly. 

You’re already back to looking for your own snack when you feel the full force of a cowboy hug sweep you from behind. “I ever tell ya that your my fav’rite?”

[strawhbrrries]

being sick makes me think about how my faves would deal with sickness

frank definitely knows the ins and outs, i mean he was a father before…cmon. he grumbled and groans about catching it from you but he’s the best doctor. runs you the baths and knows the exact food you need before you even know. he knew the second you had the sniffles that it was more than allergies, immediately went and bought meds because he’d be damned if both of you were sick.

bob would definitely be freaking out every step of the way, usually it’s him sick and being attended to and the fact that it’s switched causes absolute panic. he buys like every medicine from the pharmacy labeled “cold and flu” even if you sent him with a list that says the exact one to buy. he apologizes when he has to leave for work and gives you a number to contact to get to him faster, shifts nervously all day waiting to see if you needed him. he’d sit in the bath with you, wash your back and your hair, just making sure his girl felt clean.

rhett knows a bit about what to do, deals with it with amy, but as every man does. He manages to think he’s just as sick, he’d still take care of you (after admitting you were sicker) but he’d whine and gripe under his breath. his way of affection was always weird. the two of you would eat meals prepared by his mom, eating right out of the casserole tin with plastic utensils for easier clean up. he’d keep the meds on his nightstand incase you woke up in the middle of the night running a fever, he’d fumble with the bottled until he found the right one and gave it to you. remembering what his mom said about rotating ibuprofen and tylenol every few hours.

[sorchathered]

I need some inspiration to get this chapter kicked off so I can submit it to you guys tomorrow! anybody want to send me some prompts?!

Smut prompts

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Parenthood Killed the Rodeo Star - Tessa and Rhett both set out from Wabang at 18 to become famous rodeo stars. Tessa competing in barrel racing for millions and Rhett competing in bull riding. Over the years, they find success and a piece of home within one another. Always seeming to find one another when they were in the same cities - and always seeming to wind up in the same bed. But eventually, their little friends-with-benefits situation gives them both more than they bargained for. Forcing them both to rethink their careers, their entire lives, and what they might mean to one another.

This idea has officially rotted my brain and it's not even been 12 hours since I thought of it. Just tagging a few people who seemed interested in this before: @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @bobfloydsbabe

[hederasgarden]

Lewis Pullman Characters Masterlist

Outer Range

Oneshots

My Favorite Mistake (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.8K)

Half the reason you’re in the middle of nowhere Wyoming is because you’ve always been bad at choosing men. You expect Rhett Abbott will be no different.

Show Me The Ropes (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1K)

Rhett’s talents with roping and knot tying translate well in the bedroom.

The Trouble With Books (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.2K)

You and Rhett discover a surprising new kink together.

I’ll Be Your Fantasy (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 2.4K)

Sequel to The Trouble With Books. Rhett helps you play out a new fantasy.

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 1.5K) Rhett’s a handsy drunk, not that you mind.

Cowboy Trouble (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Rip Wheeler | Explicit l 3K)

When your boyfriend loses a game of poker, Rip Wheeler claims a night with you as the reward. 

Drabbles

Take The Weight of Me (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 570)

You go to Rhett when you don’t want to think anymore.

I get on my knees, but it ain’t to pray (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 700)

In the darkness behind the bar, you find yourself on your knees, ready to take everything Rhett has to offer.

Learning to Ride (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 300)

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

Oasis (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Gen l 650)

When you reach your limit, Rhett’s there to help.

Need You Now (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 650)

After the rodeo, Rhett shows you how much he wants you.

Take Me to Heaven (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader x Arvin Russell | Explicit l 700)

If heaven’s a place you’re certain it can be found between Rhett and Arvin.

Take a Breath (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Explicit l 250)

You and Rhett experiment with breathplay.

Hiraeth (Rhett Abbott x OC | Gen | 400)

A strange hole on the Abbott farm upends Mae Collin’s whole world.

Series

Stand By Me Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

When a local ranch hand’s attention evolves into something more sinister, Rhett Abbot becomes an unlikely source of comfort and protection for you.

Small Mistakes New Beginnings Masterlist (Rhett Abbott x F!Reader | Ongoing | Explicit)

After you fall pregnant from a one-night stand with Rhett Abbott, both of your lives change forever.

Headcanons

Jealous Rhett

Rhett and Cowboy!Jake Crossover

Being Rhett’s Housewife

Teasing Rhett

How Rhett spends Valentine's Day

Moodboards

Practical Magic AU

Top Gun

One Shots

All The Right Moves (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Gen l 1.8K)

Your day takes a turn for the better when you meet not one but two cute Navy Pilots at the hospital. 

Follow the Leader (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | Explicit l 883)

You and Bob love it when Phoenix takes charge.

Drabbles

Eager to Please (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Explicit l 400)

You learn pretty quickly that Bob is eager to please, but he still manages to surprise you with a request. 

Catch a Fallen Star (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader | Mature l 350)

Mermaid!reader x Sailor!Bob. He’s the only survivor from the ship that broke apart on the rocky shores of the island last night. Well, there were others, but your sisters took care of them all too eagerly.

No Wingman Needed  (Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace | General l 700)

When Hangman realizes you like Bob and Phoenix he tries to help.

Headcanons

The day Bob earns his call sign

A night of absolute devotion and attention with Bob

Valentine's Day with Bob

Moodboards

The Astronaut's Wife AU

Bad Times at the El Royale

Oneshots

Little Games (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 1.4K)

Miles knows it’s wrong to watch you but he just can’t help himself. 

Saving You (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Mature l 1K)

Miles has done a lot of bad things in his life but saving you isn’t one of them.

Series

You Can Check Out Any Time You Like (Vampire!Miles Miller x F!Reader | Explicit | Ongoing)

Your life changes the night a mysterious stranger rescues you, but you'll soon learn that salvation comes at a deep cost.

Drabbles

Sleeping Beauty (Miles Miller x F!Reader l Explicit l 820)

Sometimes it’s easier for Miles when you’re quiet.

Press Play

The Small Things (Harrison Knott x Plus Size!Librarian!F!Reader | Mature | Ongoing Series)

A chance encounter on the first day of your new job leads to something wonderful and unexpected

♡Main Masterlist♡

[sunlightmurdock]

SunlightMurdock’s Spook Week 🎃

Writing for: canon Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin as well as any of my variants so far mentioned in series’ or blurbs, as well as Rhett Abbott and Tyler Owens

* No longer taking requests at this time *

Pick from prompt from either the:

Standard Halloween list

Spooky list

Cozy list

or; ask a question about one of the guys!

Please send all requests with your prompt + person / pairing + the vibe of your choosing (can be cozy, spooky or sexy regardless of which list you picked from). FIC KEY:

🎃 = fics containing spooky subjects

🌶️ = fics containing smut

🍂 = fics that were requested!

* please still read all warnings before engaging.

All drabbles / blurbs / ficlets will be posted from Thursday 24th October to Thursday 31st October, and will be posted under the tag #spookweek.

currently scheduled:

handing out candy with firefighter bradley

bonfire night (at the frat house) with MFIY bradley

having a halloween party with Jake and Apollo 🌶️

getting lost in the woods with Rhett Abbott 🎃

cuddling under a blanket and lazy days in with Jake 🍂

summoning a demon with Jake 🎃🍂

comforting the scaredy cat amongst them with dbf!Jake & mechanic!bradley 🍂🌶️

‘wearing a flannel shirt’ with Bradley Bradshaw 🌶️🍂

going to a carnival / fair with Rhett Abbott🍂

Log cabin + sharing blankets + cuddling under blankets with Jake Seresin 🌶️🍂

‘stop squirming, you’re going to ruin your face paint!’ with Rhett Abbott🍂

bear hugs with Tyler Owens 🌶️🍂

thunderstorms and pillow forts with Bradley & Bambi🍂

pillow forts with Sub Rosa Rooster and Lil Kazansky 🍂

"you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?" with Bradley Bradshaw 🍂

cozy bonfire with Rhett Abbott 🍂

Get lost in the woods at night with Tyler Owens 🎃🍂

Carving pumpkins with dilf Bradley

Decorating for Halloween with ff Bradley

Thunderstorms + cold hands with sugar daddy Jake 🌶️

Exploring an abandoned hospital with Aeterna Jake and Bradley 🌶️🍂

“i love you, i swear i do, but we're not wearing matching costumes." with dilf Bradley 🌶️🍂

scary movie marathon + flannel shirts with bradley 🌶️🍂

Questions!

some of your OCs fears and phobias with Aeterna Jake and Bradley

dividers by @issysh3ll 🧡

[writing-until-i-drop]

Welcome Home, Sweetheart | Drabble

Rhett Abbott x f! reader (no use of y/n)

You and Rhett were childhood best friends and now you're back in town after living out of state for a few years. Your first night in town is one you'll never forget.

warnings! Rhett punches a guy, reader finds it hot, not proof read, written in under ten minutes

"Go anywhere near her again and I'll put you in the ground," Rhett growled at the man who had gotten handsy with you at the bar, hitting him once more. The man fell, face bloody, and Rhett stood above him chest heaving.

"Leave him, Sugar," Your soft voice was hard as steel. Rhett glanced over his shoulder, blood trickling down his chin, looking to argue about it. "You take one more step in any direction but mine and I'm leaving without you." You didn't have his keys but you'd hotwire his truck and he knew it. You'd done it before and you'd do it again. He arched a brow and you did the same back.

"Listen to the little lady, Rhett," Hank, a regular, put himself between the men. "Fight's over." Rhett sighed, turning on his heel and heading straight for you. You were glaring at him but the sight of blood on a man was doing things to you, you shifted, squeezing your thighs together.

"I'm fixing to beat your ass myself for starting a fight on my first night back." He shrugged, crowding you against the grill of his truck. "Rhett Abbott, you are a hazard to society."

"He was bein' disrespectful to ya," Rhett brushed his bloody knuckles across your cheek. "You know I won't let that slide."

"Still my protector after all these years, aren't you, Rhetty?" He gave a curt nod, his cheeks flushing pink. "Well come on, Sugar. I'll patch you up just like I use to." Rhett didn't move, keeping you pinned against the truck, staring down at you with eyes you had often gotten lost in as a teenager. You felt a blush start in your ears and work it's way down your face, blossoming in your chest under his attention. He cupped your cheek with one rough hand, his raspy voice soft enough for only you to hear as he said,

"Welcome home, Sweetheart."

-

a/n: it's my first time writing y/n fic in a long ass time and this was originally written with an OC name but I wanted to switch it up. might turn this into a longer fic or do more snippets - lmk if y'all would be interested in something like that.

Masterlist

[sebsxphia]

i NEED to fuck rhett with him still wearing all of his rodeo gear. you’ve both got heightened adrenaline from a particularly good ride and you waste no time in pushing him to the hallway floor in your home. he wants you to ride the winning cowboy. you’re grabbing fistfuls at his padded vest and bouncing on his cock, with your breasts spilling out of your sundress. he then picks you up and plants you on the kitchen table, with your knees bent back to your chest. he’s roughly pounding into, with his stetson hat still on and tilting forward. he looks so big and tall as he towers over you in his rodeo gear.

[rhettabbotts]

one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background,  movie forgotten entirely. 

with rhett? pornstar or dilf. it can be a surprise

you were just wanting to see one of his films. for research purposes. you were going to be filming with him in less than a month and you had yet to see him at work.

sure, it was a little awkward watching rhett go down on the pretty blonde on the tv when the real rhett was sitting so close you could smell his cologne. he was talking to you but your heart was pounding in your ears. blood rushing through your veins. you were dizzy.

“we may need to give you a shot of whiskey before shoot if you’re gonna be this tense, darlin’.” rhett mumbled as his hand slowly slid its way up your thigh, pinky finger grazing the bottom hem of your mini skirt. when did he even start touching you?

“i’m just nervous…” you said quietly. and you were. running away from home to las vegas had never been your plan growing up. becoming an adult film star wasn’t either. your daddy will die if he ever finds out his precious daughter is going to be filming a movie with the most famous porn star of the decade.

“c’mere, doll,” rhett beckoned you closer, pulling you into his lap quicker than you could even realize what was happening. you could feel his half hard cock pressing against your ass and you nearly moaned. it came out as a choked whimper.

“now, i want you to watch this. and tell me how you can do better.”

your brain was like mush as his calloused hands started to massage your inner thighs and his stubbled jaw pressed against your neck. when he pinched your skin you realized you had been silent for a solid minute.

“i could- maybe i could be a little louder than her.”

“what else?”

“i could get into the character- oh- more…” rhett’s hand had traveled towards your panties, tracing a solid line from the hole to your throbbing clit.

“god, you’re soakin’ through these little things.”

“rhett. please,” you sighed breathlessly as his middle finger circled your bundle of nerves.

“tell me what you want. wanna hear you say it, darlin’.”

“you!”

and that’s how you ended up bouncing on rhett’s lap, movie entirely forgotten in the background. your moans much louder than his scene partner. the sound of skin slapping skin drowned out whatever was happening behind you.

rhett had your skirt pushed up and your breasts in his mouth. taking his time with each nipple until you were a shaking mess.

“that’s it. atta girl. they’re gonna love you, sweetheart. fuck, s’tight.” rhett started thrusting up just as you descended down, hitting that spot inside of you with each pass.

“let me hear you scream.”

and you did.

[delopsia]

Dellybean, I’m going to send you another based on the one you just posted. I hope you don’t mind (please delete if you do).

Here’s a bunch of wildflowers that Rhett picked 💐(dandelions and all).

Nebula Bronc Riding— Give me a prompt for your rider(s) and I'll write a drabble with it: Writing *ahem* dirty things on Rhett with a sharpie (specifically that biteable ass). Bonus points for describing how red his face turns when he gets out of the shower and sees the ink still staining his skin.

oh my goodness, I love getting to tack more thoughts onto a drabble 🥰 I had a lot of fun with this one ⭐Join my Starlight Stampede Event! ⭐

Nebula Bronc Riding— Give me a prompt for your rider(s) and I'll write a drabble with it

Your handiwork is truly something remarkable. Red, pink, and silver decorate a pale canvas with all the elegance and creativity that you can possibly muster in an hour's time, words inked in your neatest handwriting, punctuated by tiny shapes and symbols far too innocent for what is written.

'Best ass in the west'. 'Spank here', with a curly arrow pointing toward a fading handprint. Your best recreation of the Abbott Ranch brand. A collage of hearts, big and small, scattered in the empty gaps. That might or might not be a smiley face lurking just beneath the gentle swell of his ass…

Whether or not Rhett is aware of what you've written, you're not sure. He doesn't say a damn thing about it when he squeezes back into his jeans, muttering about the rodeo tonight and how, "I can't wear my light shirt 'cause y' can see whats drawn on my back." You didn't think connecting the dots to his freckles was that scandalous, but to each their own.

In fact, you sort of forget about it.

Until you're standing in the bathroom, working the cap off of your toothpaste, and in the corner of your eye, catch the mind-altering sight of Rhett bending over to peel those too-tight jeans past his thighs.

That smiley face is still there. Smudged. But present.

…and so is everything else, for that matter.

"Watcha lookin' at?" Devilish blue eyes peer back at you; you've been caught, and he's making no attempt to hide himself from your sight. Whether or not he knows you're reading your handwriting, or just plain staring at his ass, you're not sure.

"I'll leave it up to your imagination," you hum, tearing your attention back to the mirror. The toothbrush lifts to your teeth, and—well shit, you didn't put any toothpaste on it.

Your routine takes you out of the room before Rhett's done with his shower, once again distracted with things that aren't his backside. The towels aren't going to put themselves away, and you still need to—

"Honey?" It's quiet. Hesitant, almost.

"Hm?" Two steps and you're popping your head back into the bathroom.

Wide eyes stare back at you, a deep shade of red twinging at his cheeks, as he looks back down to the towel he was just using to dry his thigh.

"Did you..." His brows furrow, heat flaming in his ears, "How long've I been walkin' 'round like this?"

Guess he didn't know about it after all.

[bradshawsbaby]

“don’t worry, i’ll always come get you.” and “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.” scream rhett to me!! like you could call this man up at any time and he would drop everything to come to you

I hope it’s alright, but I decided to edit one of the prompts slightly to make them work a little bit better together. So “I didn’t have anywhere else to go” became “I didn’t have anyone else to call.” Hope you enjoy!

“Hullo?”

Rhett’s voice was groggy when he picked up on the fifth ring, and you could tell you had just woken him up out of a deep sleep. You winced, guilt assailing you when you heard the exhaustion in his husky greeting. It was nearly three in the morning, and you knew he’d have to be up in a few hours to start doing his morning chores around the ranch.

“Rhett.” Your voice was soft as you uttered his name, pressing your phone closer to your ear and turning your back on the entrance to The Handsome Gambler. “It’s me.”

You could hear the rustling of his sheets, the picture of him bolting upright in his bed floating clearly across your vision. The sound of your name on the other end of the line, falling from his lips, caused tears to spring unbidden to your eyes.

“Where are you?” he asked, a gruffness to his tone that you knew had nothing to do with frustration and everything to do with worry and concern.

“The Handsome Gambler. Can you come pick me up?” you asked, your voice sounding pitifully small, even to your own ears.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Don’t move,” he instructed you. You could already tell he was jumping out of bed, reaching for whatever clothes he could find first.

“Thank you, Rhett,” you murmured, ending the call and burrowing further into your jacket, your back pressed up against the wall as you tried to make yourself as small and invisible as possible.

True to his word, as always, Rhett’s truck pulled up in front of the bar exactly twenty minutes later, his hair sticking up in all different directions as he jumped out and slammed the door shut. Evidently he’d been in such a rush that he hadn’t even thought to grab one of his hats.

“Are you alright?” he demanded, closing the space between you in seconds and pulling you in, his blue eyes scanning your face for any sign of trouble.

“Yes,” you assured him, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I just really want to go home,” you confessed.

Rhett tore his gaze away from your face long enough to glance at the door of The Handsome Gambler, his expression hardening slightly as he turned back to look at you.

“Roxie still in there?” he questioned, his warm hands still resting on your upper arms.

You just nodded in response, ducking your chin to avoid his eyes.

“It’s not your responsibility to take care of her. You know that, right?” he asked, his tone softening as he hooked a finger under your chin to lift your face.

You laughed without humor. “It feels like it is.”

“If your big sister wants to drag you out every weekend so that she can get trashed, that’s her problem, not yours. Let her figure out her own way home. I’m taking you back now,” he said, draping his sweatshirt over your shivering shoulders and walking you to his truck.

As he opened the passenger door for you, you stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm. “I’m sorry, Rhett. I know it’s so late. I just…I didn’t have anyone else to call.”

Rhett grew very still, carefully lifting one hand to brush his fingers down your cheek. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “I’ll always come get you.”

late night prompts

[attapullman]

Hi, me again. Lol I would love to see your take on Rhett and reader getting busy at his house because they think it's empty. Turns out... it's not as empty as they thought. 👀😏

Good at Makin' Bad Decisions kind of plays into Rhett forgetting anyone is home, but here's some of Rhett not checking his phone because you know that boy has like 15 unread texts at any given time.

18+ it's not technically smut but like, kids go play your Pokemon, nothing to see here

Drabble Day

You pull away from his scruffy jaw, tapping the back of your head against the rickety farmhouse doorframe. “Rhett, your parents are home.”

Your cowboy whines against your cheek, twisting to get back at your lips. Hips rutting against yours from where he has you pinned against the shingled siding of the house. It feels like high school all over again, kissing in the shadows so the porch light doesn’t alert the house of your activities.

“No one’s home,” he breathes against the corner of your lip, hand coming up to hold the back of your neck to gain back his control. You melt too easily in his grip. “Church potluck. No trucks in the yard, house all t’ourselves.”

His smile shines bright white in the night.

It doesn’t take much convincing - the knee he’s had pressed between your thighs is a strong negotiator - before you are equally dragging each other inside and up the stairs. 

The house is silent, not a sound to be heard except for the heavy breaths between the wet press of lips. Rhett hauls you to the right, his bedroom door slightly open and revealing the messy array of plaid bedspread and old CDs you’ve come to love. But with a house all to yourselves, Rhett can’t help but heat at the idea of enjoying you in every room in the house he’ll one day inherit. Starting with the hallway.

The hard edges of the rough wall paneling dig into your back as Rhett wraps your legs around his hips, thick bulge grinding into you with all the strength he uses atop a bucking bull. The scrape of denim on denim limits the sensation, but leaves you with an anticipation that itches along your skin. Deft fingers slip under the hem of your tshirt, pulling it as high up your chest as possible with your back still to the wall. A high whine leaves your lips, desperate.

There’s a clatter. A light illuminates Rhett’s face from the left.

On the other end of the hallway stand Royal and Cecelia, a workman’s flashlight clenched in Royal’s fist and trained directly on Rhett and his swollen lips.

While you two had been watching the drive-in and sharing cold fries, the engine in the Abbott truck died with no hope of a quick fix, so singing Billy Tillerson gave them a ride. If their youngest son had bothered to check his phone, he would know.

“Goddam’it, Rhett!”