#rhett abott fluff

[peachesandcreames]

Hate to See Him Leave, Love to Watch Him Walk Away 🥵🔥😏

[vicsnook]

Cowboy Let Me Take You Away | Rhett Abott x Reader

word count: 1874

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, Fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Rhett Abbott x OC [Julia Han]

WC: 2.4K

Warning: Cursing, angst, fighting, smut

Series masterlist here

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

You had gone because opportunity is a strange thing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

“Rhett,” you whispered. 

“Julia.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I'll go with you.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s Chicago like?” Rhett whispered. 

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

“But you’re there.” 

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

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

“Yeah.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What kind of an idea?” 

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

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If Wishes Were Horses 💞💕

[call-sign-shark]

 ✨ Love and Thunder  ✨

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

Words: 1,9k

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

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

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

“Perfect.” 

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

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

“Bob?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bob?”  You called him again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You –”

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

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

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

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

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

“I will.” 

“So what are we waiting for?” 

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

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

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Right down the line

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

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

word count: 1.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You squeal, “Oh my God! You brute,”

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

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

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

To Rhett it is.

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

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

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

“I love you so much,” you whisper.

Rhett smiles, “I love you more.”

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

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

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

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

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

He hums, content.

a/n: goddamn i need this man so bad

rhett come home the kids miss you 😞😞😞

i hope u all enjoy my first lil rhett piece hehehe

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Ask and you shall recieve!

No Need to Take it Slow

Words: drabble ~ content: dancing, kissing, fluff ~ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female reader

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The post-wedding party is in full swing when Rhett asks you to dance. You didn't come together, but you know him a little from seeing him in town, serving him at the grocery where you work. He's spruced up real pretty today, the bright sunshine picking out the gold in his hair, a bolo tie dark against his crisp white shirt. The sleeves are rolled to his elbows, showing off leanly muscled forearms, strong hands a little scarred from ranch work and bull riding.

But it's his eyes that really captivate you. They're the blue of the ocean in summer.

"Do you wanna dance with me?" he asks, his voice low, drawling syllables stroking over you like silk.

"I'm not much of a dancer," you admit.

He holds out his hand. "Enjoy yourself; that's all there is to it."

"Spoken like someone who has co-ordination."

He smiles and his eyes crinkle at the edges. Happiness is a good look on him. "I can sit, instead," he offers.

You look past him to the people enjoying themselves on the makeshift dance floor outside the fairy-lit strewn barn. Hadn't you been watching Rhett at the bar just now and fantasising about dancing with him?

You stand up. "Let's go. But I reserve the right to tread on your feet."

He chuckles, takes your hand, links your fingers. As you arrive among the throng of happy, tipsy people, I Ain't Worried by One Republic begins to play, and your mood lifts. Rhett settles his hands on your hips and after a moment of hesitation, you place your hands either side of his neck, and then he's swaying you to the beat.

"Not so hard," he says softly. He smells amazing. Some mix of the crisp tang of beer, the fresh-cut-grass scent of outdoors, and citrussy cologne.

"Not with you. I was thinking about dancing with you, before," you say shyly.

"So I coulda asked you to dance an hour ago?" He smiles ruefully, shakes his head. "Was at the bar, gathering' up the courage. "You wanna spin?"

"What-" You laugh as he pulls back from you suddenly and sends you into a spin on the dancefloor, then yanks you back to him. You land against his chest with a soft off, laughing. "Again!"

And then he's twirling you around to the upbeat music, and you can't remember when you laughed so much. His smile lights up something inside you, and when he tugs you back after the fourth spin, you grab him and pull him into a more traditional dance hold, your hand on his shoulder, and you bop together, surrounded by happy voices singing along to the music.

You dance for three or four more songs, and then thankfully, the DJ takes pity on you all and segues into a slow country number.

"Thank God," you laugh. "I'm pooped."

"You wanna stay out here?" Rhett says next to your ear.

You settle against him, sliding your hands up his chest and around his neck. "Yeah."

You slow dance like that for a little while. Rhett's heart beats under your ear. You've rarely been this content. When he tilts your chin up for a kiss, you eagerly meet his mouth with yours.

"People're lookin'," he murmurs. "They're jealous of me."

"Hardly," you scoff, but you're thrilling inside at his words.

"And so they should be," he continues in that low, intimate drawl. "I got the most beautiful woman in the state in my arms, and I ain't lettin' her go anytime soon."

You dance until the twilight descends, lost in each other, and later you lie down in a quiet spot away from everyone else, and he threads wildflowers in your hair.

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