#THE SOFT WAY RHETT LOOKS AT HIM WHEN HE WAS LIKE BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT LINK TO BE EMBARASSED
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Fic: Stars in Your Eyes - Kinktober Day 21
Title: Stars in Your Eyes
Summary: Rhett is a good man. It is about time someone told him so.
Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!Reader
Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, swearing, praise kink. Please be mindful of yourself and do not read if this content bothers you. 18+ only!
Word count: 2042
AN: Ooops I forgot to post this on time.
You looked up from the papers spread across the desk when you heard the soft knock on your office door. They may call you the Ice Queen in the office because you were so focused and no-nonsense when it came to work, but the sight before you had a giant smile spreading across your lips.
Rhett Abbott stood there, shoulders hunched, the saddest looking bunch of already wilting wildflowers clutched in one hand, and a small, hesitant grin on his face, like a dog preparing for a smack in the face from a newspaper should his presence be unwelcome. You couldn't think of a single scenario in which the sight of him wouldn't be a good thing.
You glanced at clock and winced. You were supposed to meet him outside 20 minutes ago. You stood and began shuffling the papers spread across your desk into a disorderly pile. "I am so sorry Rhett! I lost track of time!"
He gave a small shrug. "It's fine, I figured. I tried calling but it went straight to voicemail."
You snatched at the phone laying half hidden under a file folder. Two missed calls. The phone somehow on 'do not disturb' mode. "Shit. I'm really sor-"
"Its completely fine," he cut in, smile growing slightly. "I know this case has had you pretty distracted."
You sighed, shoulders dropping. You knew he wasn't going to hold it against you, but you still felt bad. You turned to resume gathering your things but took a moment to take a better look at him. He was still hovering in your doorway, the hand not holding the flowers shoved awkwardly in his jacket pocket. He looked uncomfortable and you realized how out of place he must feel; scuffed boots, beat up ball cap, and stained Carhartt jacket in a sea of manicures, suits, stilettos and ties.
The thing you two had going was still early days, but you knew he was harboring some severe insecurities about his perceived worth when it came to relationships. You had grown up in the same town, attended the same school, but you came from money and had always rubbed shoulders with the likes of the Tillerson's and other well off ranching families. You had actually even dated Luke for a period, before you both went off to college, him for business and you for law.
Rhett, on the other hand, hadn't ever had a steady relationship during school. And while he had no problems pulling girls now, they were just buckle bunnies; more interested in hooking up with a bull rider, any bull rider, than they actually were in Rhett himself. You sensed that despite his nonchalance towards that lifestyle, that it wasn't actually what he wanted at all.
Perhaps the biggest blow to Rhett's self esteem was Maria. She had toyed with him in school, and she had toyed with him again, worse, when she had returned to Wabang. She had looked down on Rhett for never getting out of Wabang, and yet she hadn't either. Not really. A few failed years in college and she was back as well. Rhett didn't see that, though. He just saw her scorn.
To those who wanted big city living, Wabang may have seen like just another podunk town. But the truth was, there was a lot of money in Amelia county; some of the largest ranches in the States were headquartered near there. You may have been fresh out of college, but representing those ranchers' business interests already had you pulling in six figures a year. So no, you didn't think living there was a failure at all. But you would have come back regardless; there was no peace for you in the city. It was pollution and noise and crowds. True happiness lived on the wide open planes, up the mountains, and amongst the pine. And you couldn't put a price on that.
But Maria's words had wormed their way deep into Rhett. His self-depreciating comments passed off as jokes made it clear that he thought a girl like you belong with a college educated, Rolex wearing, rich guy who maybe owned a ranch but never had to spend a single day working it. Not a family rancher with a beat up truck like him and only a mediocre rodeo career to offer. The only thing he had to his name was that truck and he still lived at home. It bugged him.
When you finished packing your stuff you clicked your desk lights off and crossed the office to where Rhett stood. Your heel almost made you level with Rhett, but you still had to lean up a few centimeters for your lips to meet. The kiss was soft, but lingering; right in the middle of all those guys Rhett thought were a better match for you. You hated that he thought that way, but you were happy to shut that voice up inside of him whenever could.
When you pulled back you reached for your bouquet, giving him your hand to hold instead. "Let's get out of here."
His cheeks were tinged pink but he was smiling as you led him out of the building hand in hand
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You had convinced Rhett to skip the fancy dinner the two of you had previously planned and got fries and burgers to go at the diner instead. You wanted him to take you out stargazing.
Rhett, as you pleasantly discovered, was very knowledgeable about the night sky, and laying out, having him point out the various planets and constellations, was one of your favorite things to do with him. The nights were starting to get cold, and you figured this would be one of the last night you could star gaze with him comfortably.
When he found a spot he liked and turned off the truck you reached over and put a hand on his leg to keep him from climbing out.
"Hold on a minute," you said, giving him a tug so that he would slide over and meet you half way on the bench seat of the truck. You didn't want the steering wheel in the way of what you had planned.
When you had him where you wanted, you rose up and climbed on top of him, straddling him. His hands landed on your knees instinctively, but they quickly slide up under your skirt to rest on your upper thighs. "I think I like where this is going," he murmured, voice low and soft, that heart stopping grin one again stretching across his face, showing how pleased he was with the turn of events. You loved his voice, they way he talked, and his words caused that delicious tingle in-between you legs to flare to life.
You pushed his hat off his head before tangling your arms around his neck, neither one of you paying any attention as it hit the seat and slipped to the floor. Your face dipped to his, lips pressing together hotly. Beneath you, you felt him instantly harden at the contact, and you rocked down slightly, causing him to groan against your lips.
You laughed and leaned back, arms unwinding from his neck to pull your shirt over you head and tossing it to the floor of the cab. "I do want to look at the stars with you. But first, I want you to fuck me," you told him.
He sat up, nodding eagerly and hands falling to his belt buckle, which he began to unfasten. "Yeah, baby, I can do that."
You hesitate slightly, nothing Rhett would even notice, as small seed of doubt blooms in your belly at what you are going to do next, but then you lean in. "Good boy. Such a good boy for me," you purr, letting your lips graze across his cheek, and Rhett freezes, whole body tensing up before releasing with a full body shudder and a barely audible moan. Time stops, for a movement, but then he moves, avoiding looking at you as he resumes removing his jeans. You didn't need to see the look in his eyes to have your suspicions confirmed. You let him focus on his pants as you press an open mouthed kiss to his neck, tongue darting out to trace along the muscle where his neck met his shoulders. Rhett was the best man you had ever known, and you were going to give him what he so obviously craved and never got.
When his pants and underwear had finally been shoved down to his knees and your skirt was bunched up around your waist, he hooked a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulled them to the side, allowing you to hold his cock steady at your soaking entrance as your sunk down on him.
You both moaned at the sensation of your cunt, wet and hot, stretching around him. His head dropped to your shoulder and his arms came up to circle around you. You only stayed still for a moment, and then you began to move, hips rocking gently.
"God, you feel so good in me, Rhett. You make me feel so, so good." He shuddered again.
Your movements were slow and steady, unhurried. You wanted to take your time with him tonight. Make him feel just as good, as loved, as he always made you feel. Neither one of you had said it yet, but it was there; you both knew it, but insecurities from past relationships on both sides held it back. You were going to change that tonight.
Rhett reached up to unclasp your bra, and you wound your fingers in his hair, tugging with a gasp as his mouth latched on to one nipple, biting teasingly before tonguing the flesh to stiffness.
"You are so fucking handsome," your voice was breathy as you spoke. Rhett's hands had fallen to your hips, helping the rise and fall of your body and you could feel your pleasure bringing to grow. "So fucking sexy. And so, so good to me."
His switched to your other breast and you moaned. Fingers tightening in his hair, wanting to pull him closer and simultaneously push him away, your nipples becoming overly sensitive to his touch.
You rolled your hips, feeling the beginning sparks of your orgasm, and he fell away from you with a gasp.
"Please! Please don't stop," he gasped, not sure what he was even asking for. The need to come? Or for you to say more? Your eyes prickled at the raw vulnerability in his expression; the desperation there, begging silently for your words to be what your truly felt, and not just pillow talk.
"You are such a good man, baby. I am so lucky to have you. So proud to call you mine." You felt him trembling and knew it wasn't just from the orgasm that was rushing to overtake you both.
You made sure he was looking you directly in the eye when you moaned out your next words. "I love you, Rhett."
He was cursing, fingers digging into your hips as he forced you down on his cock and held you there as he exploded inside you. His face was pressed into your neck, but you could still make out the words he was gasping out with every hot pulse of cum. I love, I love you, fucking christ, I love you. You felt his teeth close around your collar bone and it was all to much, your orgasm sparked up your spine and you came so hard the world faded black.
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Afterward, when heart rates returned to normal you and we're both laughing and smiling as you messily detangled your bodies, Rhett spread a blanket in the bed of his truck and you settled in close to him to gaze up and the endless expanse of stars above you.
"I love you, baby," Rhett said again, words soft but the emotion behind them filling the space around you.
You pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. "I love you too, cowboy."
Your relationship was still early days, but you already knew this was the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.
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Ahem just food for thought
Rhett leaves for a rodeo and won’t be back for some time. He gets you a stuffie when he returns, and you adore it. Passionate lovemaking happens, but you are a little nervous, so he gives you the stuffie to hold onto while he fucks your brain out lovingly.
you had missed him so much. it was hard on you both when he left for out of town rodeos. a lot of times, you would go with him, but this time around, work obligations kept you from going with him. he'd been gone for a good while, longer than normal because this particular rodeo was farther away, and on top of that, he'd encountered a gnarly storm on the way home, which added another day to his travels. but now, he was finally home, back in your arms where he belonged, and you'd never felt so relieved.
"i got ya somethin', little darlin'," he mused, after he'd held you in his arms in a bone crushing hug for five minutes straight. you watched as he stepped over to the bag he'd dropped by the door, rummaging through it for a moment before he brought out a little stuffed horse. it was chestnut brown, with soft fur and a fuzzy mane. you lit up as he presented it to you. "oh! i love it, thank you!" you exclaimed, taking it from his hands and holding it to your chest. "oh, she's so soft!"
rhett smiled fondly at your reaction, his eyes warm. "you're welcome," he hummed as you surged forward, throwing your arms around him. "wanted to get ya somethin' that you can cuddle up with while i'm gone." at that, you beamed, leaning close to nuzzle your nose against his. "she's perfect. i think i'm gonna name her annabelle," you announced. rhett nodded, agreeing with your pick. "that name fits 'er so well." his strong arms slipped around your waist, and you let your eyes flutter shut at his touch. he was so warm and familiar, and his presence made you feel whole again.
but despite the sense of peace you felt, there was just a twinge of anxiety roiling deep within your belly. and when his steady, calloused hands began to wander, the anxiety only grew, because you knew where this was leading. it wasn't that you didn't want him, because you did. so badly. he was all you could think about, and your desire for him burned intensely. however, you had grown a bit shy, it seemed. maybe a foolish part of your brain felt like after being away, he wouldn't want you anymore. that couldn't be farther from the truth, but those sorts of irrational thoughts plagued you at times.
but then he was backing you against the wall, thigh slotting between your own as he guided your face up to kiss him, and you were gasping into his mouth, caught by surprise, but welcoming his tongue past your lips. you were caught up in the kiss, in the way his mouth felt against yours, the way his body pressed into you, so big and broad. and then he was parting from you to gasp into your mouth "can i take ya to bed, darlin'? show you how much i've been missin' you?" he asked, voice low and smooth as silk. his eyes had gone dark, so much so that they appeared brown. you nodded your head. "please." but as he led you upstairs, your heart raced in your chest.
you clutched your new horse stuffie to your chest, a little apprehensive as you followed after your man. when you reached the bedroom, he released your hand to open the door and move to turn on the bedside lamp. but you remained in the doorway, still as you watched him turn to you. when he saw you standing there, his face softened with concern. "what's wrong, honey? change your mind? it's okay if ya did," came his gentle reassurance. "i...i'm nervous," you whispered. tentatively, he approached you. "why? you got nothin' to be nervous about," he said. "i know that. but..." you trailed off, suddenly feeling foolish.
rhett turned your chin up so you were looking at him. "use your words, little darlin'." his voice was soft, but still commanding, and you were inclined to comply with his wishes. "it's just...you've been gone for a while. i guess i just feel kinda shy," you admitted. he smiled slightly. "that's okay. do you wanna wait 'til you feel ready? or...what if you held annabelle here while i made love to ya? think that might help?" he was simply offering this as a comfort to you. you considered his idea, and finally, you nodded. "okay. let's try that instead."
and so, several minutes, and some extensive, worshipful foreplay later, you lay spread beneath your cowboy, your plush clutched to your chest as he hovered close, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he deliberately thrust his hips forward inch by inch, filling you deliciously. "feelin' better?" he whispered. you managed a nod, though your eyes were closed as you focused on the stretch of his cock inside you. however, you felt him tap your nose lightly. "words, honey," he reminded. so you sighed out, "much better, daddy."
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Soft Rhett Abbott Headcanons
I got carried away with the love languages request, and now I've got all these thoughts floating around my head. I might make a part 2 to this if anyone wants it, I have so many thoughts about this man :(
It took him nearly two weeks to work up the courage to even approach you, and he practically stumbled over every word when he asked to give you his number.
Only admitted to it one night when he was so drunk that he couldn't walk straight. If you bring it up, he turns bright red.
Has never had a proper birthday party. Growing up in the Abbott household meant birthdays were celebrated with a simple "happy birthday!" and that was that.
While Royal had him working for his 24th birthday, you busied yourself with getting a cake in his favorite flavor, decorating your place in balloons and streamers, the whole nine yards. When he walked in late that night, he took one long look at everything and just burst into tears.
"You didn't have to do all of this for me :(" but turns around and outdoes you every time your birthday rolls around.
Likes to use your shampoo and conditioner sometimes, just because he likes the smell of it and it reminds him of you.
You can do just about anything to him. Grab him by the neck and press him against the wall of a bar, paint his nails, practice putting makeup on him; he doesn't mind it at all. He's just happy to be there.
Really really, really loves it when you call him your sweet boy :(( visibly melts every time the phrase falls off your tongue.
"There's my sweet boy," the pet name slipping off your tongue like honey as you walk into the living room. Rhett's sitting on the floor, so perfectly concealed that you didn't see him there until your third pass by. "What're you working on?"
His scruffy cheek presses against your hip, "putting this end table together," you can hear the smile in his tone as he slowly blinks up at you like a cat.
Absolutely smitten.
On bad days, he buries his face in your belly and just stays there while you run your fingers through his hair. Will absolutely bat those pretty blue eyes up at you and pout if you take your hand away.
You get away with the things nobody else can.
Perry tested it once. Walked up behind Rhett and stole his hat right off his head, and Rhett just about took him to the ground. A little bit later, you did the same thing, and Rhett just smiled and said you could keep it until he had to go back to work.
There's one night when you really test it by showing up to the ranch unannounced, mid-blizzard, throwing rocks at his window until he wakes up.
"Darlin', have you gone mad?" Rhett yawns, his head poked halfway out the window, "what in the world are you up to down there?"
So barely awake that his eyes are still closed, but as you giggle, a goofy smile works its way over his tired features. "Come build a snowman with me?"
Five minutes later, Rhett's stumbling through the snow with you, robbing his driveway of rocks to make a face for your future family of snowmen. Not a complaint on his tongue or floating through his mind. If you want snowmen at three in the morning, then so does he.
Rhett does that thing in the morning, where he reaches over and drags you across the mattress until you're snug against his chest. Sleepily smiles and nuzzles his nose into your soft cheek.
He has zero problem making little grabby hands when he wants you in his arms. Genuinely does not care if his buddies at the rodeo think he looks silly when he does it, either.
Is going to call you small, even if you're a foot taller than him. He's going to find something to justify it, whether it be based on your height or something subtle, like how much bigger his hands are than yours.
"Rhett, I'm not that little" "But you're little to me :)"
Intentionally "forgets" his clothes at your place. There is nothing this man loves more than to see you wandering around in his clothes. It makes him feel so soft and mushy inside because here's this perfect little person mulling around the kitchen in his old hoodie.
Protective, but he's very good at knowing when he should and shouldn't step in. Will absolutely start a bar fight if that's what he needs to do to make someone respect your request to leave you alone.
Rhett's like one of those personal protection dogs. Bound to your hip, looking all menacing and ready to go whenever you feel unsafe. Will absolutely press his head into your hand when you scratch him behind the ear.
Ticklish to all hell, especially around his stomach and thighs. He starts giggling even when your fingers catch the skin there by accident, and he's in trouble if you decide to tickle him.
Giggles and squirms as he tries and fails to get you back, but even in his fit of laughter, he's very careful not to kick you. He will, however, wind up pinning you somehow, someway.
Kiss thief.
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, he's going to be stealing at least one kiss. Goodbye kisses, hello kisses, "just because" kisses.
Rhett could kiss you for hours and not get tired of it. It's such a delicate, intimate thing, and every kiss feels as dreamy as the first one to him.
Do you want to dance in the rain? Would you like to? Because Rhett can't dance to save his damn life, but he really, really wants to spin you around and kiss you in the pouring rain.
You give Rhett something that nobody has ever given him before. A purpose, a reason to wake up every day and work himself to the bone on his father's ranch,
When Rhett looks at you, he sees everything he has ever wanted.
You are the sun, and he is the moon because that bright smile on his face is a reflection of you.
#briefly became possessed by a poet at the end there#rhett abbott x y/n#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott#rhett abbott outer range#outer range fic#outer range#outer range amazon#rhett abbott imagine#rhett abbott x you#reader self insert#self insert#x reader#reader insert#fem reader#rhett abbott headcanons#headcanons#delgato's warmups
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All I can think about is cockwarming Rhett while sitting on the rocking chair in his fucking room...cause hot damn is that man fine 🤤🤤
the rocking chair is just wide enough for you and Rhett. honestly, Rhett has been thinking about getting rid of it for a while--most of the time it just houses discarded flannels and belt buckles and denim jackets with pocketfuls of shooters. but as Rhett sits back against the worn, tan leather, his hands pressed into your hips, he's thanking his lucky stars he decided to keep it around.
he's seated deeply inside of you, wrapped up in your warm wetness, and growing harder by the second. you're both bare, skin goosed from the winter winds whipping just outside the window. but you're keeping each other warm the best way you can: with your bodies connected.
"s'real nice," Rhett mutters, his forehead pressed against yours.
you just hum in response, relishing in the feeling of him being so utterly close to you. your hands are resting on his broad shoulders, fingernails just barely digging into the sun kissed skin there.
the scent of oak and pachouli sits thickly on his skin--so much so that you almost feel like you're drunk on him. a lazy smile is tugging at your lips as your thighs strain to keep your hips pressed against his.
Rhett didn't expect this to happen when he came in an hour ago, body aching from barn chores, cheeks stained pink by the harsh cold. but you were here, sitting in the rocking chair after dutifully hanging his jean jacket and putting his belt buckles away in the top drawer of his dresser.
"howdy," you'd said with a soft smile, rocking softly. "been waitin' on you, cowboy."
and he suddenly felt like he wanted to drop to his knees and worship you. not even because you were kind enough to tidy up his room while he was out working all day, or because you surprised him with your visit, or because he loves the way cowboy sounds when it drips from your lips--but because of how sweet you looked drenched in the warm, yellow light of his bedroom. you in your little dress, winter boots discarded by the door, your hair freshly washed and sitting right pretty on your shoulders.
when he hadn't responded, you'd bit your lip and stood up, crossing the floor to stand before him.
"y'alright?" you asked softly, pressing the back of your knuckles to his forehead--which was only warm, not hot. "not gettin' a fever on me, are ya?"
Rhett had just shaken his head, affection sitting so thick on his tongue that he was worried he'd burst into tears if he opened his mouth at all.
"good," you'd sighed, pressing yourself on your tip-toes to give him a chaste kiss. his lips were still cold from his walk back from the barn--so much so that you wrinkled your nose and pulled away. "honey, you're freezin'!"
Rhett nodded, hands finding your hips.
"warm me up, then, darlin'."
that's how you got here in the rocking chair. there's nothing greedy about it, nothing hasty about it. it's just you, him, this rocking chair, his room, your warmth, and his affection.
he kisses your nose a few times, his lips decidedly warmer than before, and hums against you.
"I love you," he says, his voice gruff and earnest.
you hum in return, a smile tugging on your lips.
"you better," you tell him.
"yes, ma'am," he sighs, lazily grinning up at you.
he's much warmer than before.
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Hurts like hell
Rhett Abbott x reader
Summary: When your sister ends up nearly overdosing again, you run to Rhett hoping for some kind of comfort.
Warnings: mentions of overdosing, drug use, and alcoholism. This is a very self-indulgent fic based on my own experience as my sister was a drug addict and an alcoholic for a very long time and slightly my own issues with addiction.
A/n: felt more comfortable putting this here because of the subject matter discussed, my sister has been sober for over a year now and is doing way better! This is mainly about feelings that I struggled with and still do struggle with. Also, my first time writing for Rhett-
When Rhett opened the door he didn't know what to expect. The last thing was to see you, drenched from the rain with tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hands shook and you couldn't meet his gaze. In an instant, he knew, and he slowly pulled you inside the house.
“Happened again, didn't it?” you couldn't make eye contact, only starting at the plate of food he'd made you. You nodded, holding back more tears. Rhett sat next to you, your body still trembling.
“Why does it keep happening?” Your meek voice finally said something. Your fists clenched as you tried to hold back sobs. Rhett delicately placed his hand on your back, rubbing small circles, “No matter how hard I hope she gets better, no matter how hard I pray it happens all over again,” you finally sob into your hands.
“She’ll be fine; she comes back each time” Rhett’s voice was soft and low, and he gently rubbed along your back. You only sobbed more and more, he had heard the sounds of sirens earlier, and now he knew what those were for.
“It’s the second time this year,” your voice broke slightly, lip quivering as you tried not to cry, “I can’t be strong again, can’t be strong for my parents or any more” Rhett pulled you close to him. Your face ended up against his shoulder as you sobbed against it.
“What did I do wrong? She said she’d stop, stopped putting pills in her drinks, but she won’t stop…drinking” Rhett says nothing and gently strokes your back, watching as your heart bursts in two.
“You did nothing wrong” He kissed the top of your head, your body shaking now. Rhett could remember the first time it happened, freshman year of high school.
“Then why isn't she getting better!” you pull your face away, tears streaming down your face, nose full of snot as you sniffle. He puts his hand on your tear-stained cheek, “It's my fault she's like this! I let her sneak out! I let her get hurt!” you could barely breathe now.
“It's not your fault. Look at me,” Rhett cupped your face. Your eyes were still filled with tears, “it's never been your fault” His eyes bore into yours, and you tried your best not to cry anymore.
“But-”
“Not your fault, sunshine” You couldn't help but smile at the nickname, even if it was a sad one. You still didn't say anything, the words caught in your throat.
“I could've stopped her, could've stopped all of this from happening, stopped all the pain for her, Ma and Pa” Rhett took notice you were leaving someone out, and he pulled your face so your forehead was touching his.
“What bout you?” you hadn't realized what he meant for a moment. You just glanced away for a bit.
“They're hurting way more than I am” You only looked at the plate of food he gave, now most likely cold. Rhett knew what it was like to give everything to his family, but he never got anything out of it. He never wanted that to happen to you.
“You're still hurting. Gotta leave room for you, too” He was right, and you didn't want to admit it. You were never good at putting yourself first, and Rhett knew that too well.
“Okay,” was all you said, Rhett’s arms wrapping around your body like a warm blanket. Your body began to ease, tears slowly fading away as you took in his embrace. You both stayed like that for a long while, only pulling away when you had to blow your nose, “Can we...skip out on the bar for a bit? Hard to watch people drink, and I don't wanna do something stupid” Rhett nodded as he looked up at you.
“Wanna stay the night?” you smiled and nodded your head a bit too enthusiastically.
“If you'd let me” Your voice was small as you looked at him shyly. He chuckled before kissing your forehead.
“Not gonna let you walk out in the pouring rain” he laughed, he could easily drive you home but he knew you didn't want that, “could use the company anyways” He placed the plate of food he gave you on the counter, arm wrapping around your waist as you walked up to Rhett’s room.
#tw drug use#tw alchoholism#tw overdose#tw addiction#ask for more tags to be added#rhett abbott one shot#rhett abbott x you#rhett abbott x reader#rhett abbott#outer range#this is the most self indulgent I’m going to get maybe
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Lol I know for a fact that Rhett secretly loves being called baby boy, good boy, my sweet boy you name it.
At first he tries to act all tough and irritated at the nickname because he's supposed to be the mean!dom in this relationship, mister unbreakable bull rider who is actually soft inside for his doll, only his doll tho.
You let it slip one night just to see his reaction and the way his cheeks slightly flushed before he frowned gave him away.
"Come on sweet boy, gimme a kiss."
"Do not call me that."
The first time he actually show he likes it is when he's drunk one night, he won a competition and you two went out for drinks, telling him you'll drive home and he should just enjoy himself.
"Time to go Rhett, let's get you home."
"Why you calling me Rhett!? I thought I was your good boy, you said it!"
"And I thought you didn't like it?"
"But I do, I'm your sweet boy, you said it."
And he's looking at you with full on puppy dog eyes, leaning against the door of his truck, almost pouting and you hold back a giggle.
"Okay tell me that in the morning sweetheart."
"Oh I will never want you call me Rhett again, you only do when you're angry."
He full on denies it in the morning but he can't hide his ears turning red when you let the nickname fall from your lips.
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YES YES YES
he only likes being called rhett when you’re angry because it turns him on hearing his name spoken with such deadly passion behind it.
he loves ‘sweetheart’ and ‘baby’ because you sound all loved up with him and he eventually comes round to ‘sweet boy’ or ‘good boy’ when you’re in the relationship for the long run and he’s fully let his walls down with you.
he’s putty in your hands when you’re taking care of him. flicking your tongue around his tip and moaning sweetly. “come on my sweet boy. be good for me and come.”
also!!!!! “who is actually soft inside for his doll, only his doll tho.” rhett calling you doll??? being his doll??? and only his doll????? IM MELTING ANON!!! MELTING!!!
thank you so so much for this my beloved!! mwah!! 💌💖
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Ya know Meggy?? I swore I was gonna wait, but when one thought/thot gets sent in, another one won't stop talkin (lol).
Rhett's always had a soft spot for the runts-of-the-litter. Proper animal care was something Royal instilled in him from a young age and caring for the smallest critters was no exception.
Now Royal was never a fan of the rodents, especially since mice got into the feed sacks, but there was one time when Rhett was caring for a little mouse who had a limp and a bad foot and it was always those instances when Royal had a much softer spot for the mice. He even helped Rhett make a tiny little splint to keep the foot stable and the mouse made a full recovery. Rhett even built the little guy a home and found him a mate, but the litter of baby mice that came less than a few months later kinda made Royal chuckle a little (lol).
It was also the case after you and Rhett got married that he kept up the critter care. The runt in a litter of piglets that had been born that spring, couldn't nurse properly from the sow because he was the smallest and seriously underweight. You and Rhett made him a little bed near the woodstove in the living room at the house and let him sleep there while you bottle-fed the poor little guy. You knew he was gonna need a name and what else should Rhett pick for a name but Wilbur (lol). Next thing you know, Wilbur ends up becoming the head boar with a sow of his own to keep him company for a long, long time.
Tiny and Willie, your house cats were a huge blessing too. You and Rhett had found them hiding under the truck after a bull-riding competition one night and both were in pretty rough shape, to say nothing of the fact that Tiny was very, very pregnant with a litter of kittens. Of course you took'em both to the vet to get looked at and the both of them and the kittens were fine. As soon as you had everything sorted out with the shelter, you brought them both home and funnily enough, Rhett's parents were the ones who gave the cats their names (lol). Cecelia swore up and down that her old cat, whose name was also Tiny, had come back, but Royal had picked the name of the male.
"Rhett, your damn cat smells like Willie Nelson's tour bus!" (lol).
Lo and behold just in time for Christmas, Tiny birthed her litter in the book barn you, Rhett and some family friends had built after your wedding. Amy was so excited that you guys had new kitties but Rhett told her not to pet the kitties without him being there. He was even the animal midwife who helped Tiny deliver her kittens (lol).
You and Rhett have helped raise lambs, baby goats and even a few baby ducks and chickies that were too small to be cared for on their own, but that was nothing compared to when Abigail came to the both of you. Abigail was a dairy cow that Cecelia had bartered from another farmer who couldn't and didn't want to take care of her, so she brought her home and she took to the herd and the head bull so well that she gained back the weight she had lost. That spring you and Rhett found yourselves awake at five in the morning, shoulder deep in a cow trying to deliver Abigail's twin calves, a male and a female who were just the cutest little thing you had ever seen!!!
Rhett and Royal absolutely can and do let the two baby calves nurse as often as they can which makes sooooo much less work for them having to milk poor Abigail in the morning. Don't get me wrong, you guys get all the milk, cheese and yogurt you could ask for, but if it means getting to sleep in just a little bit and not having to milk the cow at some ungodly hour, then all the better (lol).
Oh and when they're out in the pasture and need to be called in for the night, you learned how to use all the cattle calls that the Viking women used to do way, way back in the day. It almost sounds like singing and Rhett absolutely loves it! He knows it works too when he hears their little cowbells clanking and momma and the head bull coming up to the fence to follow you into the barn.
Meggy as always, thank you for taking the time to read these, writing for you is an absolute pleasure 🥰🥰🥰🥰. I did manage to find a video of the cattle calls and if you're curious to ever hear what they sound like, I'll leave the link right here.
hehehe your brain is truly amazing my darling! i can’t wait to read these Rhett thoughts :))
~ aweee! i love Rhett having a soft spot for the runts of the litter! i honestly think i could relate to this myself! i think it’s so sweet that Royal instilled this care & appreciation for the little ones in Rhett too :,) Rhett caring for a mouse is just sooo🥹 i’m just picturing this little thing being completely engulfed in this cowboy’s gentle giant of a hand & him stroking it’s little head with the back of his finger. them making a splint & house for him?! Mary i’m gonna sob, that’s so cute!😭
~ the piglet please!! i love that! i used to want a pig so bad growing up! i love Rhett & wifey taking care of the little guy, with a bed & feeing him when needed! Wilbur is so fitting & perfect! is this a reference to Charlottes web? if so, that’s awesome! i used to love that movie/book! hehe :) but anyways…the cats yes!!! i love Rhett & wifey rescuing them & getting them back to better shape! Tiny is such a cute name for a kitten :,) Willie is adorable too & i think it’s sweet that Cecilia & Royal gave them those names !!
"Rhett, your damn cat smells like Willie Nelson's tour bus!" (lol).
also this part made me chuckle !! hehe!
~ aww the babies being born in time for christmas is just sooo! also love Rhett being the midwife for Tiny! reminds me of our past thoughts shared about Miles being a midwife for wifey & the animals too :) they got em’ all! the lambs, the goats, chicks, & duckies! i love it so much !! aww Abigail! such a pretty name for a cow! love that wifey & Rhett took to birthing her babies for her & glad Cecilia took her home to be properly cared for. baby cows are sooo adorable! they’re all i’m gonna think about for the rest of the night now hehe :))
~ oooh! the cattle calls! the fact that viking women used to use them is just so cool !!! i didn’t know that! I’m just picturing wifey calling out to the cattle, they all come prancing over to the fence happily, & Rhett’s just looking at you proudly & trying to keep his smile at bay 🫠 he’s just mesmerized by you when you do these calls & just by you being around the animals in general!
oh Mary, it’s my pleasure! i get all giddy when you put thoughts/thots in my box! thank you for sending them in🥰 also thank you for the video too! i watched it & was absolutely amazed by it!! :) i look forward to see what you send in next! you are the best my love! 💗
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Help me see the teeny Rhett. I just don’t get it. He look very big
hey, anon. i answered fairly seriously, so hopefully this was a genuine question. otherwise, sorry for the lengthy response. just trying to explain since i've seen this come up before!✌️
usually it's just the transgressive nature of seeing someone that big, bearded, and masculine be soft, cute, and delicate. i think that rhett defaults to being hurt or amused by something in a way that shows in his mind, he's small and vulnerable. (see the video below for an example)
beyond that, rhett has talked about having what i consider to be a relationship to his body that is close to dysmorphia (he's never used that term, so this is merely conjecture, and honestly applies to his chin insecurities, too) regarding how intimidating/inconvenient his size comes across when out in public.
when rhett does things that a lot of people who feel Large do to feel secure/smaller (contemplates his size in comparison to nature/space, gets extra gentle with people, soft spoken, leans forward/down to meet everyone at their eye level, folds his body up in ways that minimize the space he takes up) he generally gets very coy and cutesy while he does it. sometimes, if he seems to come off as insecure about his size, he'll overcorrect and act "tiny" on purpose as if to downplay his size like it's incongruous that this big, imposing guy is throwing peace signs or giggling. (also in the video below) kind of like, if i'm going to have to wear tight clothes or be tall in a crowd, i'm going to make it a bit so everyone knows that i know and don't need to hear about how the cuffs don't reach my wrists, i'll cuff the ankles myself and make it a Look, i didn't want to stand either, etc.
of course, he also has moments where he'll brag about his height or get loud or purposefully spread himself out to take up space. but part of why i assume he does this is to attempt to lampshade the obvious. that's how rhett operates. he makes the joke before you can. he is his own harshest critic (which is saying something because there's certainly a long line of volunteers, at times), so he opts to voice the criticism he expects to hear about how his size (or anything else), so it can't hurt him if someone else were to say the same.
all that rambling is to say that when i notice him having done these little things to look smaller, intentional or subconsciously, i like to celebrate them. when you're as focused on that as he is, clearly dwelling on it a lot (his whole adult life, per the video below), it's fun to buy into his fantasy version of himself too.
i'm of the opinion that if he wants to be perceived as small and nonthreatening, he deserves the chance. even if it's just to me and other people who shout out #tiny rhett spottings in the tags.
and honestly, considering how surprised some people are to find out he's as tall as a door frame or that link is 6 feet, i think he's fairly successful at it. 🥺️💕
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https://becausethathappens.tumblr.com/post/674569748366999552/you-stick-with-me-you-got-nothing-to-worry-about
Am I hearing this right?
After Rhett says ‘oh the honest answer’. Link goes full southern saying “Well Honey, you know I’m here, I might as well be present.” ?!
He totally does XD Lmao <3
#I AM BASING THIS OFF OF EMPIRICAL EVIDENCE#rhink#rhink link#rhink rhett#i could tell so early on that rhett wasn't going to give a real answer#and link wanting to be good and do everything right all the time would#THE SOFT WAY RHETT LOOKS AT HIM WHEN HE WAS LIKE BECAUSE HE DIDN'T WANT LINK TO BE EMBARASSED
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Sleepy prompts with Rhett! Number 19!!
“Stop fighting it. You need sleep.”
rhett was stubborn. some might even say he was as hardheaded as the bulls he rode. and they would be right in that assumption. as much as you loved him, with every fiber of your being, sometimes it was extremely difficult to reason with him. he didn't know when to stop. he had a tendency to work himself to the bone, solely because that was what he'd always done. he gave, and he gave, and he gave. until he had nothing left of himself to give. until he could hardly stand upright because his exhaustion was so overwhelming.
and it scared you, at times. it really did. especially now, with the added responsibility of building a house on top of everything else he was doing for his family back at the abbott ranch. you'd just recently purchased a plot of land together and had begun the process of building your dream home. he was overtaxing himself, trying to put in as many hours as he could at the ranch, while simultaneously putting his blood, sweat, and tears into your own home.
you could see the toll it was taking on him. dark circles under his eyes. a slump in his shoulders, tension in his jaw. and it wasn't just physical, either. it had begun to affect his demeanor. he was irritable and short-tempered. even with you. it festered, and festered, and festered, until you stepped into the line of fire, and he unintentionally blew up at you. and that was when you knew he was at his breaking point. in all the time you'd known him, rhett had never, ever raised his voice at you. not even when he was irritated.
but he lost it. his exhaustion got the better of him, and he shouted at you. "would you just quit?!" the very moment the words left his mouth, he wished he could take them back. your first reaction might've been to recoil, or reprimand him for talking to you in such a way. but you saw the painful regret darkening his face. he was going to beat himself up over this for a long, long time. so you swooped in before he could spiral.
"baby, i'm sor-" he started, but you shushed him. "you're exhausted," you spoke, stepping toward him, lifting a gentle hand to cup his cheek. "i know you'd never speak to me like that under normal circumstances. but these aren't normal circumstances. you're working yourself ragged, baby. and i can't bear to watch it any longer." he let his eyes drift shut, and when he spoke again, his voice wavered. "i...god, i'm so tired. 'm barely able to stand up straight right now." he sounded near tears.
"you're going back to bed," you told him. but he opened his eyes and began to protest. "but i-" he tried, but again, you shushed him. "it's time you stop fighting it. you need sleep. i'm calling your dad and telling him you can't come out today." he looked like he wanted to protest again, but he simply didn't have the strength. he swayed on his feet, and as you pulled him in to wrap your arms around him, he let out a soft, broken sound that resembled a whimper. "just want to sleep for a week straight."
"go and get into bed, sweet boy. i'll be there in a minute to tuck you in." you watched as he trudged back to the bedroom before you gave a call to his dad and informed him that rhett wouldn't be able to come to work. you left out the part where he was quite literally on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. after you made the call, you headed down the hall, only to find that your darling cowboy had collapsed into bed, boots still on, and was sound asleep.
your heart ached at the sight. "my poor baby," you whispered. you padded into the room and very carefully slipped his boots off. once those were off, you pulled the covers over him, and stooped to press a kiss to his temple. "sleep well, my love." and he finally got the rest he so desperately needed.
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Thinking about Rhett tying you up...
If there is one thing that Rhett has learned in his years on the ranch, it's that he knows his way around a rope.
He knows them better than he knows himself. Can rope a cow with his eyes closed and always ties such unique, pretty knots that have taken him years to perfect. The top shelf of his closet is stocked full of books about tying them, from decorative knots to ties that come in handy around the ranch.
It started when you first met, during that awkward phase of 'I like you, and you like me, but we're both afraid to make the first move'. You still remember how you'd shyly bounced up to him, saying that you had something to tell him, how his cheeks had reddened when you placed a kiss on his scruffy cheek instead.
When you scrambled away, too afraid to wait and see his reaction, you hadn't expected to see a blur pass over your vision and a rope tighten around your waist. Effortlessly caught, effortlessly pulled right back into his open arms.
"'y didn't do it right, doll," taking hold of the loop of the rope, he drew you in and kissed you so sweetly that you felt like you'd walked right into a fairytale.
You could have never expected it to become a habit of his. Nowhere is safe; he's gotten you out on the ranch, he's looped the rope over you in the middle of his momma's kitchen, hell, he caught you in the middle of a feedstore one day. Hadn't known he was there until you were seeing the loop pass over your head, an amused chuckle behind you. Sometimes he does it because he wants a kiss; sometimes, it's just because he thinks it's funny.
"Did you just ask me if I knew what a Subaru was?" He sputters, poking his head around the corner, in all his post-shower, wet-hair, shirtless glory.
"Shibari," you repeat, "it originated in Japan; it's a form of bondage using ropes."
As soon as the word ‘rope’ leaves your mouth, you know you’ve got him intrigued, eyes lighting up with a million and one questions as he crosses the room, towel still vigorously drying his hair.
So maybe he doesn’t know what it is at first, but that doesn’t stop him from figuring it out. It starts small, finding a comfortable rope that doesn’t chafe or cause your skin to itch. The first one you wind up with causes Rhett’s eyes to start itching, and the next few aggravate your skin and feel more like sandpaper than anything. Just as you’re beginning to lose hope on the whole experiment, Rhett shows up at your front door with a sleek one that’s so soft it feels like silk.
Tying little knots here and there, he spends half an afternoon just looping the material around your arm and shoulder, unintentionally creating an intricate arm piece that is nowhere near what he started out with. On nights alone in his bedroom, he calms his racing mind with distractions of intricate knots along his legs.
You don’t expect him to get as good at it as he does, thick fingers weaving in and out of tiny loops and creating such unique ties that somehow never become tangled.
“You’ll tell me if it's too tight, right?" Running his fingers along your naked spine as he waits on your reply.
You can't help the way that your eyes roll at the question, "for the fifth time, Rhett, yes, I'll tell you."
Chuckling at your irritation, he leans down, pressing a chest kiss into your temple, "'m just makin' sure."
The rope is smooth against your bare skin, gliding so easily that it almost tickles at times. There's something dizzying in the way Rhett's fingers brush against your skin whilst they work, unintentional touches that feel like tiny kisses.
It's only a simple thing, a pretty diamond-shaped harness around your chest, that sprawls down to your hips and thighs. Tight but not uncomfortably so; your arms are still free, much to your surprise. It'll be some time before he becomes great at it, but you already think these ropes look pretty on you.
"Not tying my arms?" You wonder aloud, tilting your head to the side.
"Ran outta rope," Rhett muses, but he's reaching into the bedside drawer, rummaging for something that you can't see.
It's not another rope that he pulls out from the drawer, no, it's a pair of handcuffs. He's quick to place them on your wrists, just enough space for your hands to escape if you so choose, despite the safety lever on the sides.
Gentle, he loops your cuffed hands around his neck, your fingers loosely curling into his hair, "but I think we can improvise, just for tonight."
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