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closingwaters · 2 years ago

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PARTIES: @ironcladrhett @closingwaters

TIMING: Current

SUMMARY: Teagan is spending time in Darkling Lake when Rhett senses something to kill. Springing to action, Teagan leads him away from the lake and a fight ensues. Who'll win?

WARNINGS: Gun use, lots of injuries

Dead rabbit and rifle slung over his shoulder, Rhett traipsed through the woodlands without any sort of caution, feeling prepared for just about anything that could come crashing through those trees at him. And if he wasn’t prepared, well, so be it. There were worse ways to go.

The forest began to thin, making way for the great expanse of freshwater that was Darkling Lake. Rhett paused, taking in the scenery for a moment, when—ah, shit. That little fucking bell was going off. It was faint, but it was there. The warden dropped the rabbit into the grass and slipped the rifle off of his back, taking aim at the surface of the water. The feeling got stronger as the minutes passed, and with the man standing stock-still, it was easy enough to determine the direction after a while. Nymph. Never felt this bad unless it was a nymph. He bit back a growl, cursing his blackened vision as he watched the surface for ripples.

Stronger now. Stronger. Like a scream in his head. Taking aim, not really caring what he hit if it wasn’t the fae, Rhett shot twice into the water. It was more an attempt to draw the thing out, where he would more easily be able to dispatch it with his iron blade.

Oh, the collection of death was coming together nicely at the bottom of the lake. All who dwelled in it congregated at the center, taking pleasure at the community that they’d built together. Teagan giggled as she swam around them, caressing each one she passed lovingly.

Vala in particular was filled with glee, dancing with her latest kill. She was a mighty kelpie, and a rare one at that. Teagan was completely taken by the equestrian fae, and so was she in return. None of the other kelpies cared about community, and that was fine. The nix was more than honored to have won over Vala. Anything else would be confetti.

“Oi, Vala!” The kelpie winnied, nodding repeatedly in reply. “Should really start taking pointers from you. The way you tricked that fella was such a marvel. I can’t wait to—” ZIIIING!! ZIIIING!! Objects zipped past Teagan, startling her into silence. She whipped her head back and forth, trying to find the source. “Everyone, hide!” She commanded, still watching. After a few moments, she locked onto the way the water at top was disturbed, still rippling. Teagan’s eyes narrowed with anger, and she swam up toward a bank where a group of rocks could give her cover.

Breaching the surface, Teagan snuck herself behind a large boulder, scanning the area carefully. Anger burned in her chest as she caught sight of a man with a rifle. Her body began to tremble as the fire was stoked, and it was all that she could do to not attack without a plan. Teagan didn’t have to gather more intel to know what she was looking at. The man was a hunter, and she needed to get him away from the lake. Taking a deep breath, she set out to do just that, and she burst into a sprint toward a trap-filled wood, hoping she could get to the neighboring river in time.

The sound of rapid movement to his left caught his attention—his fully blind side. Whipping his head around, he nearly missed the creature as it disappeared into the trees, hissing out a curse and throwing the rifle over his shoulder again. This time, Rhett pulled his cutlass out of its scabbard as he took chase, knowing that trying to shoot a moving target in the dappled light of the woods wouldn’t go well…. rabbit notwithstanding. That little fella had been sitting quite still, happily munching on some plants before his brains had painted the bush beside him.

He could see the thing bobbing this way and that, leaping over fallen logs and other hurdles that he didn’t see—not until it was too late, of course. The tripwire arrived with a swiftness, sending the warden lurching forward. He’d not caught his foot on it, not quite, but the speed at which he was running didn’t leave much room for finesse. Still, he was a warden, and the need to be nimble to best his prey was coded in his DNA.So he didn’t fall, not quite, catching himself after a few worryingly unsteady strides, only to rise up again and—

Now the man hit the ground, landing on his back hard enough to force all the air from his lungs. His clavicle burned where the thin wire had cut into it, and he supposed it was probably meant to get him in the throat, but his height had prevented that.

Still clutching the sword, Rhett fought to suck in a breath, but he dared not squint his eyes against the pain, in case that thing came back. Whatever kind of nymph it was, which he knew from the screaming alarm bells in his chest and skull, it’d probably be headed for another body of water. The water ones were shit fighters on land, and it hadn’t been the only one down there… there was a good chance it would try to eliminate him.

Good, he thought with a pained grin, sitting up and taking a moment to get his bearings. Knowing the direction it had fled in, the warden got to his feet and continued his pursuit, albeit with a bit more caution this go around. He could hear the babbling of rushing water in the distance, and figured that must be where it was headed. Typical.

A vicious smile curled on the nix’s face as she heard the dull thud of a body hitting the ground. What a stupid hunter, Teagan thought to herself. As if she’d force a chase without a few precautions in place. She’d been on her own for years, learning how to keep the hunters from doing their so-called job. Teagan was disgusted at the thought, but her mind soon grew greedy with the opportunity that presented itself.

Turning on her heel and hiding behind a bit of brush, the fae retrieved one of her blades, cocking her arm back and taking aim. “See how you like this, ya fuckin’ oaf.” Teagan whispered to herself, releasing the blade with unrelenting force. She knew it’d find purchase in his body, but she also knew better than to stay in one place like a deer in the headlights.

Teagan continued her sprint toward the river, stopping just short of reaching it to climb up a tree. The warden would be able to sense her presence, but she’d still have some sort of element of surprise. To prepare, she hid behind leafy branches and secured her fighting blade in her hand. Now to wait. Her skin was bristling.

Rhett had, for most of his life, been a vivacious and brutal killer of supernatural beings, even by hunter standards. They truly repulsed him, and the mere fact that an inhuman thing was not one that he was designed to kill with ease would never stop him from trying.

And until that incident with the family of hesperides, he’d been fucking good at it.

This one, he was meant to destroy. Born for it. Given away to people who could raise him for it. Trained, brainwashed, and sent on his way to act as a weapon of their greater design. A world without fae, without monsters. And he would. He would. But damn it if his blasted eyes hadn’t made the whole thing infinitely harder, now that they refused to work right. So he didn’t see it coming, didn’t have the time to react quickly enough to get out of the way of the blade that was whistling through the air, right at him. It buried itself in his abdomen and he groaned, looking down at the hilt that stuck out of him in surprise.

Rhett grabbed the blade and pulled it free, glaring in the direction it’d come from. Well, at least the thing had given up its position. Taking after it like a predator in pursuit of his dinner, Rhett ignored the red stain that bloomed on his grey shirt beneath his open jacket. Let it bleed. Let it remind him why he always needed to be better.

He came to the river and slowed, feeling that thrum in his head and chest amplify. Sword at his side, his good eye—a term he had to use lightly, because it hardly worked any better than the one that’d gone dark—scanned the area. More than that, he was listening. Waiting. The creature would attack again, he knew. They were territorial like stupid animals and would throw themselves on a hunter’s weapon just to defend what they mistakenly thought was theirs.

“Come out, come out, wherever y’are…”

The groan in the air was like music. Showed the true colors of the man not unlike the one that spilled from him. He was vicious, but he was slow. If he could bleed, he could die. Teagan, as arrogant as it might be, was going to use this. Fights left little to no room for deeper thought. Lucky for the nix, even if she was wrong in her assumption of slow, she was always good at the art of improvisation.

When the hunter showed up, Teagan’s claws nearly dug into the trunk of the tree she perched herself in. She needed to remain calm. Be patient. Don’t be stupid like he believes. The grip on her blade tightened and Teagan took a quiet, grounding breath to relieve her of her impulses. She knew he could sense her, that he was making a plan of his own. It would be foolish to react so brazenly and get herself killed in the process. She wasn’t done yet. There was still much to do. So many hunters to kill.

But coc oen. That sing-song taunt nearly got to her.

Fae were people. They all have a place in the world. No matter what the detestable hunter thought of them, Teagan couldn’t change it. She reminded herself of that repeatedly to keep herself calm. Strategy was always best and she didn’t want to falsely prove whatever bullshit theory the hunter had. It was all wrong. And that line of thinking was going to end one way or another. Likely through death. Teagan wanted it to be by her hand, as selfish as that was. But really. Who else was around to try right then?

Wasting no more time, Teagan aimed her body, projecting how much force it’d take to land herself onto the warden. Finding her answer, she took to tossing a stone she had stored into a neighboring bush. She didn’t hesitate to leap after, cascading down and letting gravity’s force push her onto the man with a meaty thud.

It was quiet. Far too quiet for a woodland in transition from spring to summer. There were no birds chirping, no squirrels scampering about in the underbrush—it was dead silent. Everywhere Rhett went was dead silent, and if it wasn’t? Oftentimes he was there to make it so.

The choice to remove his jacket was a calculated one, done with a swiftness and a lack of break in concentration that could only be achieved by practice. The iron in his blood diffused to his skin, making him toxic to the touch, and he wanted as much skin exposed as was immediately available. Stripping in the heat of battle (or in the anticipation of one to come) had become a very peculiar skill of his.

Turned out to be a good idea, too, as a sound to his right made his head whip in that direction, only to have the fucking creature come crashing down on top of him instead. Still, as he was knocked to the forest floor, he managed to tuck in a leg and twist his body, earning them both a place among the leaves and ferns. He shoved one bare, tattooed arm against the nymph’s neck and shoulders, kicking with the knee that was pinned between them and attempting to roll over on top of it, the other hand raising the iron sword into the air, ready to drill it down through the fae’s skull.

The prickly brush left small scratches, but that was very little to worry about. Teagan hated to say it, but the hunter was creative. Her skin burned after the impact, leaving her face expressing a hint of pain. She didn’t want to give the hunter the satisfaction he wanted. She wouldn’t show how it ached. Instead, Teagan’d be just as tricky, letting her skin coat itself with mucus. The warden’s attempt at a grip would prove futile, forcing him to slip on his damn face.

Unfortunately, the drop made the sword fall too, its aim still toward Teagan’s head. She only had enough time and room to move slightly sideways. She bit her cheek, not allowing a yelp of pain to escape when the sword sliced into her shoulder as it stabbed the earth. In turn, she swiped her owned blade, only landing a laceration or two before she kicked the warden away from her.

Well. The mucus was… unexpected. Losing his grip and at the mercy of gravity, the warden kept his blade’s tip aimed at the forest floor, hoping to land a strike even if he wasn’t able to see it happen. And, as luck would have it, he did. The creature responded to the injury by delivering a few of its own, slicing through the thin shirt he wore with ease and splotching it with red. Damn. He liked this shirt, it was soft.

With a grunt, Rhett was kicked away and shoved a few feet from the nymph, his sword still stuck in the soft earth where it’d cut through their shoulder. Popping back up to his feet, he quickly ducked his head beneath the rifle’s strap, stepping back another pace or two as he took a hurried aim and fired.

The gun was raised, and Teagan was sure she was done for. What a fucking cheat, she thought, moving to attack. She was stopped short by the bullet grazing her arm, and she covered the wound quickly with her hand for only a moment. Finding her resolve, Teagan rushed forward again, that time making impact. Her claws found purchase when the two of them landed on the ground, but she was quickly overpowered. Fear began to crawl into her chest, tightening it enough to cause her to pause and allowing the warden to find himself above her.

How stupid!

A knife gleamed in the spotty sunlight. It was as vicious as the smile on the hunter’s face. The look terrified Teagan, and despite her best efforts, she let it show with a whimper and tears coating her eyes. She’d never lost before, and the realization that may change was dawning on her. She whimpered again, a knife digging into her shoulder. No, Teagan’s mind screamed. This is not how it ends!

“Diawl bach!” Claws dug in and dragged down, only making it a quarter of an inch when the knife plunged into Teagan’s belly. The adrenaline in her system was enough to give her strength for one last kick, sending the warden into the river behind him. She sat up quickly, all but leaping toward the water, begging for the current to roar stronger. Please. Please!

As much as she fought it, Teagan could no longer fight the black at the edges of her vision, and she collapsed fully, the world fading.

Three weapons. Three fucking weapons on one nymph, gone. And he didn’t even know if it was fucking dead, the damned thing. One minute, he was driving his dagger into its gut, and the next, he was in the rapids. Fighting to stay afloat, the warden scrabbled for the shallows of the riverbank, but he was swept well down the way before he finally managed to pull himself out, and he’d taken a few blows from the rocks in the river along the way.

Collapsing on the ground, Rhett slipped into unconsciousness as his body fought to repair the damage, and it was already dark by the time he woke. Cold and shivering, the warden picked himself up out of the mud and cursed, beginning the walk back upstream to go retrieve his fucking weapons. He would go after it again tonight, he still felt like shit, but the lake was god damn marked, now. He’d get his revenge, one way or another.

#wickedswriting #writings #waving words #me & the devil #me and the devil #c: rhett #rhett and teagan #gun use tw

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buttercreamdicks · 1 month ago

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So one time on a family vacation in the '90s our minivan broke down on the side of the road because it was so cold the gas gauge froze in place and my dad didn't realize he was running on E (my dad was in many ways a Link Neal don't talk to me about it) and this trucker saw my entire family shivering on the side of the highway and stopped to pick us up and I vividly remember how warm and cozy riding in that little truck cabin with the Elvis pictures pinned to the walls was and basically I thoroughly endorse Rhett & Link embarking on this AU experience for themselves

@asherlockstudy made a post about this moment so here's them talking about it

#first it was rhett writing the devil/angel au #and now it's link writing truck driver fic #someone please just get them their own ao3 accounts #(as if rhett doesn't already have one)#rhett hate #snugglebabies

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gambleddesires · 2 years ago

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tag dump.

#━━ visage ｢you're ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece ｣#━━ musings ｢ there's a storm you're starting now ｣#━━ interactions ｢ without a reason or rhyme ｣#━━ tasks ｢ illuminated in the light ｣#━━ mentions ｢ the shores bend and break for her ｣#━━ answered ｢ devil's front door and I'm banging on the line ｣#━━ texts ｢ there's power in the words you're thinking ｣#━━ rhett ｢ i was enchanted to meet you ｣

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delopsia · 6 months ago

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Thinking about Rhett, who isn't as big of a sex addict as the town of Wabang has chalked him up to be.

It's not particularly difficult to draw such a conclusion; between the countless times his momma has opened his bedroom door and gotten flashed by a woman she's never met before and all the one-night stands, it makes a lot of sense.

To Wabang, Rhett's just one of those guys. The town bicycle. Willing to follow anyone into a cheap motel room for a bit of fun, regardless of who they are, what they look like, or if he'll ever see them again. His buddies joke that he just can't keep it in his pants, and Cecelia's bible group whispers that the devil has his claws in deep.

That's not the full story; it's a tale that Rhett's been denying from the moment he realized it. For a period of time, he does manage to push it into the farthest depths of his mind, too weary of what acknowledging it may do to him.

But then you come along, with your sweet smile and eyes that glisten at the sight of him, and it comes rumbling right back to the forefront of his mind. His friends love to drunkenly joke that he must be having a hard time holding himself back, but it's not that at all.

To tell the truth, his sex drive isn't as wild and rampaging as everyone thinks it is; he doesn't have that crippling obsession with having a nameless face beneath him; in fact, his hand and imagination are usually more satisfying. It's always with him, no worry of another officer noticing his truck rocking, paying for a motel he won't stay in for longer than a few hours, or waking up alone.

But there's just something about the concept of people wanting to sleep with him. Man, woman, something in between; it's never been much of a concern to him. All it takes is that lingering, hungry gaze to get him weak in the knee, heart pounding in his chest. Too eager to fall into that fleeting feeling of being wanted, even if the sunrise dissolves it into the familiar, grimy sensation of feeling used.

In all honesty, he's not even sure what to do with that information; how does one even bring that up? What difference does it make?

You don't mention anything about it until after you go through a sudden period of wanting him multiple times a day, riding him before he goes to work, sneaking over on his lunch break, just for a taste, luring him in after that night's rodeo and then again in the shower.

It's to the point that even you are surprised that he isn't beating you back with the broomstick. An intrusive thought suggests that he's pushing himself because he doesn't want to tell you no. So you do the only thing you can think of; you pull out of an impromptu kiss and confront him about it.

And Rhett flounders.

Stuttering the beginnings of a confession that he doesn't know how to tell, tripping through every little word until it all rolls out in one jumbled mess.

"I likeitwhenyouwantme."

It's so rushed and poorly put together that he's got to grab your hand and press it against the bulge in his jeans, the only way that he knows how to convince you that he wants this. He loves this.

Piece by piece, it all clicks together. The way that his eyes always darken when you cradle his face in your hands and kiss him before he can speak. How easily he falls into tandem with you when you start whispering into his ear, or that time he went from yawning to nearly eating you alive, all from you pulling him by his tie.

You think it's something that will fade with time, but it really doesn't. It's a card that almost always works on him. One little look or the brush of your hand up his thigh is enough to have him falling into you.

God forbid you start whispering about how much you want him, the things you love about him, and how good he is for you. The first time you do it, he cums before you can finish licking that first stripe up the underside of his cock.

Nobody ever expects for cowboys to be whimpering messes in bed, especially not the champion bull-rider with a winding, blue-collar pedigree. And to be fair, he probably wouldn't be this way if you never took advantage of his weaknesses, but you just can't help yourself. It's a habit that you can't break, whispering into his ears or letting your wandering hands do all of the talking.

The only times he ever tells you that he's no are when he's at an extreme, injured from a rodeo, worked to the bone, or wrapped up in a horrible mood that he just can't shake. Even then, he does often seek you out when he's feeling better; there's just something about it that makes him so damn happy.

It's the intimacy, your hands in his hair and his name on your pretty tongue. It's the overwhelming fact that you want him and all of his flaws. Nobody else will do. He loves being with you, and feeling you, and making you happy.

It's the trust that you are willing to share your most vulnerable moments with him. The way that you treat him with just as much care as he treats you with. He's given and been burned so, so many times, but you treat his beaten soul as if it's made of glass.

There are so many better men out there, but of all those people, you've picked him, and it's something that will never not get his heart racing in his chest.

#i got no idea where this was going or what its supposed to be #rhett abbott #delgato's warmups #rhett abbott x reader

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emismythical · 2 months ago

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Devil Rhett do be kinda hawt though

#rhett and link #rhett mclaughlin #gmm #good mythical morning

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strawhbrrries · 2 years ago

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Hell on Heels.

pairing: rhett abbott x tillerson!afab!reader

summary: you made the devil a deal; he made you pretty, he made you smart and rhett abbott she’s coming after you.

warnings: everyone calls reader ‘honey’, sweet rhett, the tillersons (they need their own warning tbh but i love a good forbidden romance), mutual pining (sorta), unprotected p in v, car sex, a wee bit of fingering, creampie, let me know if i forgot anything, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofread

word count: 4.4k words

author’s note: i love rhett abbott and i think this rivals the cowgirl series as one of the best things i’ve ever written. I’m just a sucker for a white man in a cowboy hat. honey is ENTIRELY inspired by the pistol annies so channel them when you read them. I’ve been hyping this up to @thesirenrealm all night so i’m saying my prayers that it lives up! as always, please enjoy!!! mwah!!!!

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“The rodeo ain’t ‘till later tonight.”

His voice was warm, wrapping you up in a thick blanket and protecting you from the world. A false sense of security, your brother’s had tried to scare you with some bullshit about not trusting the Abbott boys. As if your family was any better.

“Stalkin’ me, Abbott?” You turned around to face him, the railing of the arena leaving indents on the undersides of your arms, the corners of your lips turning into a smile.

“Luke know you’re out here?” He looked around, almost like he was expecting your brother to pop out of the shadows somewhere and give him shit for even speaking to you, avoiding your question.

“No, and I’m an adult. I can do what I want.” You huffed, annoyed everyone saw you as an extension of your older brother. Even more so that Rhett did, you’d tried so hard to stand out to him.

“He doesn’t see it that way. Why’re you out here?” He inquired, leaning against the railing next to you, squinting his eyes as the sun found its way under his hat

“Space,” you looked over at him, “ I assume that’s why you’re out here?”

“Bingo.” He looked over at you, holding eye contact until you broke it and looked back into the arena in front of you. “Why don’t you leave the ranch if you want space so much, Honey? You’re out here more days than you’re at your own home.”

His observation was a slight stab in the guts, only because he was right. You loved your family, truly, as best as you could while keeping yourself sane. Luke wanted to control everyone and everything, including you and what you did. You were half surprised he hadn’t implanted a tracker underneath your skin, in your car, or downloaded one on your phone. In some ways it could be written off as well meaning, he just wanted to make sure his people were okay. He was just crazy, you knew it. Billy, he was a sweet thing, just never knew when to shut the fuck up. Your dad had gone off his rocker long ago, probably forget he had a daughter due to your absence around the house.

“And where do you suggest I go, Abbott?” You scoffed at his suggestion, your family might’ve had some money but you’d never seen any of it. Buying a house or renting was out of the question.

“Quit callin’ me that.” He scoffed right back at you, his eyes never leaving you.

“Fine, Rhett. Answer the question.”

“I’ve offered multiple times, Honey. It still stands now.” His tone was softer now, more serious.

You’d ignored him, walked away and got into your car, drove all the way to your house. You wanted to contemplate his offer, wanted to take him up on it but you’d just be intruding on his family’s space. You’d rather act like you only slept at your house before you became a burden to another family. Your phone lit up three times with Rhett’s name on your drive home, probably telling you to think of the offer or maybe asking if you were gonna see him ride later.

He’d been shocked when you walked away, didn’t say a single thing or make any indication he’d done anything wrong. He was right, he’d offered you a place multiple times before, when he pointed it out he didn’t think he was going to upset you. He knew all about the loyalty you had for your family but he also knew the type of crazy Luke and Wayne were. Some days he wondered if you were ever truly related to them, sweet ol’ Honey. Your sweet demeanor earned you the nickname, you’d had it for years. It could be your real name and you’d know no different.

“Honey. Honey. Honey what the fuck.” Luke was yelling the second you walked in the door, it made you want to turn around. Pick up your phone. Tell Rhett you’d accepted his offer and was on your way.

“Luke, shut the fuck up.” Is all you had to say to him as you walked right past him and into your room, slamming the wooden doors as loud as you could.

Luke had yelled something in response, you couldn’t give a singular shit about whatever that man child wanted. You balled your fists, shaking them at your door quietly as he continued yelling. All you wanted was some peace and quiet. That’s why you spent so much time down at the showing arena during the day time, nobody else was there. It was deserted. Just you and your thoughts. Apparently also Rhett, not that you minded. You liked Rhett, a lot. He was just the right amount of rugged to contrast the delicate world built around you from being the only daughter. Just the right amount of mean to contrast your sweetness.

Your phone vibrated from its spot in your back pocket, you pulled it out and looked at the name at the top of your screen. Rhett Abbott.

“Honey.”

His voice was soft, just as soft as it had been at the arena, not a hint of annoyance with you. You appreciated that he wasn’t making you feel bad for leaving him hanging, appreciated that the guilt you were feeling wasn’t because of his words.

“Hey, Rhett. I'm sorry for leavin’ like that I-”

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have overstepped like that. I just need to know if you’re comin’ to watch my ride.”

You should’ve given it to him for cutting you off like that, but your sweet heart had a Rhett Abbott shaped soft spot and always had. You listened to him talk like he was preaching the Sunday sermon, like whatever he was telling you would save your life.

“Yeah..yeah I’m comin’.” You flopped back on your bed, imagining where he was and what he was doing. Were his thoughts filled with you? Like yours were of him.

“Good.”

He hung up and filled you with disappointment, you knew he had to get ready to ride but it didn’t make you any less upset he didn’t have the courtesy to say bye.

“Bye, Rhett.” You whispered into the air, laying your phone down next to you, staring up at the angled ceiling as your thoughts became overrun with what you’d wear.

You loved being a girl; loved dressing up and looking pretty, loved the (wanted) attention you got from it, loved the solidarity you got from most other women. Tonight was no exception, the rodeo was your favorite excuse to wear the jeans that hugged your ass in all the right places and the bra that put the girls in the right place to get what you wanted when you wanted it. You didn’t need to dress up to impress anyone, you knew that but god if you didn’t love it. Touching up your hair and makeup was the last thing you did before shoving your phone in your back pocket, walking past whatever screaming fest your brother had found himself in now, and hauling ass to the rodeo. Sometimes, life wasn’t so bad.

“Honey! Over here!”

Your head snaps to the group of girls calling for your attention, a huge smile immediately lighting up your face as you walked over to join the group. You gave all the girls a hug and a kiss on the cheek before settling in a spot, you hoped Rhett could easily see you in. If it wasn’t your whooping and hollering that would get his attention, it was the cowboy hat he gifted you years ago matched with bright red lipstick. You were sex personified. Hell on Heels.

He’d spotted you the second you’d walked into the place, watched your hair bounce as you walked and watched the smile that stood proudly every time someone spoke to you. Watched your ass jiggle in the jeans you always wore when you dressed up, he hated them simply because he knew every man you encountered watched you saunter away the same way he did. The cat calling the kettle black. Rhett was many things but he was a dirty hungry man, hungry for all the things Honey Tillerson could offer. He watched you sit with a group of girls he didn’t know, nor did he give a single shit about, and try to get a glimpse of him. Unfortunately, he’d placed himself out of sight. He wanted to admire you from afar without being caught, boy was he glad he did when you started searching for him.

“Here for prince charming Abbott?” One of the girls teased, trying to get a rise out of you.

“Obviously, I don’t support anyone else as fiercely as I do for a man who isn’t mine.” You shot back, rolling your eyes playfully before breaking into giggles to let them know it wasn’t as serious as you’d pretended.

“All I’m sayin’ is, I’d never wait for a man who can’t commit.” You don’t know shit.

“Agreed, I mean I’m sure any Abbott boy is a catch but girl you’ve been pining after this man since grade school!”

You knew the girls were well meaning, just wanting you to go after a man who wanted you more than you wanted him. You’d die lonely before you settled for someone who wasn’t him, it didn’t matter if it took you a hundred years to get him to see you the way you saw him. He already did, you were just oblivious and put it off as some sort of kindness he gave to everyone. Rhett wasn’t the kind man to everyone like he was to you, he couldn’t give a shit if anyone had a place to stay trying to escape their crazy family, but he gave multiple for you.

“Ash you can’t even talk, your man can’t keep it in his pants. Leave mine alone.” You snapped, feigning niceness despite the venom of your words, tilting your head to the side daring any of the girls to try you one more time. Your sweetness only ran so far before it ran out, they were running it thin.

“God if I was a man, Honey, I’d be knocking down your dad’s door beggin’ him to let me marry you. Scratch that, I’d pay him to let me do it! If anyone supported me like you support Rhett, it’d be a miracle I wasn’t knee deep in kids.” The girl next to you spoke, laying her head on your shoulder as she did so. It felt nice for your support to be noticed by someone.

“I’ll be next in line in case he turns her down!”

The girls continued talking about how they’d love to marry you in another life up until the announcer came on to start up the rodeo. The rodeo on a summer night was your favorite place to be. Between the screams of everyone in town coming out to support someone they knew and the lights of the stadium, it filled you with warmth. You only half paid attention to all the bull riders before Rhett, wishing them good luck but not enough that they’d beat your man.

“Everyone stand and welcome our hometown hero! Rhett Abbott!”

You were the first to your feet, yelling louder than you were the last time, making sure he’d see you before his run. He’d whispered to you one night after a run, sneaked to your house to see you and thank you for coming to watch him, that you were his good luck charm. That he searched for you everytime he was getting ready to ride, it was a drunken confession but a true one nonetheless. Ever since that night you made sure he saw you, that he knew his good luck charm was there. Your voice rivaled his parent’s in loudness, depending on the night it was louder.

You held your breath through his entire ride, always scared to death he’d fall and get trampled by whatever bull he was riding that night. He never did. Always came out on top. He was the hometown hero, after all.

“Rhett!” You called after him, running up to him as he exited the ‘Rider’s Only’ area.

“Honey.” He smiled, scooping you up and twirling you around. It was the most affection he’d shown you, sober.

“Mr. Hometown Hero. Always winnin’, huh?” You teased, matching his smile as you looked down at him. Aware of the fact that he was almost entirely supporting you with one arm, your core just getting a tinge warm at the thought.

“Always, when I got my good luck charm here,” he nipped at your exposed collarbone, “God you are one gorgeous woman. Don’t know how the guys in the stand didn’t maul you before your pretty ass got here.”

“Oh hush, don’t care about ‘em anyway.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, waiting for him to cross the physical boundary of kissing.

He’d been close to it only twice before, once on your birthday and the other on the same night he’d first called you his good luck charm. Both times he’d been interrupted by a knock on a door and the holler of your name.

Your birthday is one you almost kiss you think back on frequently. You’d managed to ditch your family and friends for a few hours, sitting in the passenger seat of Rhett’s truck as he drove you back to your place. You invited him in, no one was home so there wasn’t anyone to tiptoe around. Showed him your room and locked the door. He laid down on your bed, moving onto his side so he could look at you as you laid down.

“Pretty lil thing.” He whispered, tracing a finger from the start of your forehead to the tip of your chin. He used that same finger to get you to look at him.

The two of you laid there, staring at each other, for a few moments. Admiring the other person. If the rest of your birthday had gone horribly wrong, laying here with him made it all better.

“Can I kiss you, Honey?” He asked, already running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Please, Rhett.” You whined, it was airy and desperate.

He leaned in, keeping his finger on your chin and pointed towards him, his lips ghosting yours. There wasn’t a centimeter of space between the two of you,

“Honey? Are you in there? Rhett Abbott’s truck is in the driveway.” It was Billy, the better of your brothers to have been home first.

“Yeah I'm here! He brought me back and was making sure I was okay!” You scrunched your face in annoyance, pushing Rhett off of you and trying to hurry him out of your room before anyone else arrived home.

The night he called you his lucky charm was also the night you think you realized that you loved Rhett Abbott, like truly loved him. He’d had his best ride of all season, gotten dragged out to go drink with the other riders when he’d rather celebrate with you.

You’d gone home slightly disappointed, you understood the other guys wanting to celebrate with him but you also wanted to see him. You weren’t greeted when you got home, not that you cared, but it only added to your disappointment that the people who were supposed to care about you didn’t. Your phone had found its way in the middle of your bed, being left there while you took a shower in some attempt to scrub away the disappointment. When you got dressed and finally picked it back up it read,

3 missed calls from Rhett Abbott

Your face fell, how could you miss these? You clicked on the notification and waited anxiously as it rang, nervous he wouldn’t pick up.

“Hey, baby.” His voice was loud, he was yelling over whatever commotion was going on in the back. Baby was new.

“You called?” Your voice barely above a whisper, gnawing on the end of one of your acrylic nails as you awaited his answer.

“Wanna come see you, see my girl.” His girl.

“My family’s here, you can’t.” Despite the thick walls providing a lot of sound proofing, you couldn’t help but whisper in fear that one of them had a cup to the door listening to your every word.

“I’ll park at the end of the driveway, walk around to your window. Please?”

“Just…be careful, please.” You smiled softly at the reflection of yourself on the screen, excited you’d be able to see him tonight.

What felt like forever went by before you heard a soft knock on your window. You unlocked it and pushed them open, leaning over the sill to look at him.

“Rebellious rebellious Honey Tillerson, what ever will we do with you.” Rhett joked, putting his hands up on the window to hold yours.

“Congrats, Rhett. You did amazing tonight.” You took his hands in yours and smiled down at him, although you could barely see him in the dark.

“Cause I had you, had my lucky charm, my girl.” His girl.

Your smile at that moment could’ve lit up the whole sky, the brightest thing he’d ever seen. If he hadn’t forgotten his phone in his truck he would’ve snapped a picture of you, probably would’ve fucked his hand to it later.

“I’ll be there, every time.” You leaned down just as he leaned up, hopeful it’d finally be the moment you’d kiss. You’d be lying if it wasn’t something you dreamed about constantly since your birthday. Your lips were once again, centimeters from each other when a fucking knock on your door rang out.

“Honey. Do you know where any of dad’s meds are?” Luke’s voice instantly filling you with rage, didn’t anyone in this house have anything to do when Rhett was trying to kiss you.

“No, I’ll help you look.” You yelled back, giving Rhett an apologetic look before closing your window and walking away to go help your incompetent brother.

Now here you were, in Rhett’s arms, inches away from his face. You felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, that he was gonna feel the excitement and the nervousness spilling out of you. And yet, he didn’t kiss you. He didn’t lean in or pull your face to his. He set you down, he put your feet back onto the ground.

“C’mon, I’m not kissin’ you here.” He read the disappointment written all over your face, grabbed your hand and brought you to his truck. “Because the last thing I need is someone trying to get your attention when it should be on me.”

“And your truck is that much more private?”

“It drives and the doors lock, your family seems to always need you when I do, I’d say it’s a bit more private.” He responded, opening the passenger side door for you and closing it once you got inside.

He got in the drivers side and closed the door, locking the truck and taking a deep breath before he turned to you.

“Honey, I am going to kiss you. If anyone fuckin’ interrupts me I will become a murderer.” He placed his hand on your cheek, leaned in and placed his lips on yours.

You placed a hand on top of his, just reminding yourself that Rhett Abbott was actually kissing you. He leaned in further, deepening the kiss a bit to test the waters as this was the first kiss the two of you shared together. He swiped his tongue over your lower lip, a small whine escaping the back of your throat causing him to chuckle against your lips.

“C’mere, pretty girl.” He helped you over the console in the middle and into his lap, his hands caressing your sides before finding their way to your ass. Giving it a nice squeeze, he’d thought about this every damn time you wore these jeans.

“Rhett.” You whined, leaning into him for support. Not because you couldn’t hold yourself up, you simply wanted to feel his hands on you and the strength he displayed earlier when he picked you up.

“What, baby? What? You gotta use your words, you know that.” He whispered, placing open mouth kisses along your neck.

“Need you..”

“Need me to what? Words, Honey, words.” He sucked and nipped at one spot directly under your collarbone, he knew it’d start some shit in the future but at this current moment he had you all to himself. He’d rather be a dead man than not mark you as his, hell he’d fucking carve it into your skin if you’d let him. He’d ask you about it later.

“Need you to fuck me..” You whispered, your skin turning pink at the confession and the lewdness of it all. Rhett wouldn’t be your first, you’d drunkenly hooked up with men before but it was a different kind of need to finally have sex with someone you’d been pining after.

“Was that so hard? I can do that for you. Take real good care of ya. Fuck you six ways to Sunday.” His words turning you an even pinker shade, you didn’t know he could say such dirty things but god if it wasn’t the hottest thing anyone had ever said to you.

Both of your hats were thrown into the back seat as it became a race of who could get their jeans off the fastest, you’d win by a few seconds as your mobility wasn’t limited because of someone else sitting on top of you. Your jeans would soon join the hats in the back, tossed loosely back there to just get them out of the damn way. Sure it would’ve been easier to just fuck back there but the small cramped space of the drivers seat was spurring the both of you in a way you hadn’t before that it didn’t matter where you fucked. You just needed to fuck. Now.

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this. ‘Bout you.” He confessed, combing his fingers through your hair before smashing your lips back together, giving you no time to think.

Kissing Rhett was nasty, messy, and you loved it. His mouth was on yours, making up for all the times he tried to but hadn’t been successful in kissing you. His hands were roaming your body, caressing the newly naked ass presented to him. He felt like he was fifteen years old ago, seeing a naked body and losing his mind. But he wasn’t fifteen and you weren’t naked, he was losing his mind at the thought of getting you naked. It’d have to wait because he’d become a murderer if anyone else saw you naked from this point on.

“Thought about you too. Your fingers and how they’d feel inside me, probably so much bigger than mine.” You confessed, taking breaths in between your words, staring at Rhett as he processed what you just told him.

“You are the hottest woman I have ever met, goddamnit Honey.” He groaned in response, sliding your panties to the slide and playing with your clit. “I’m gonna finger you for a second, just stretch you a bit and then I’m gonna fuck you. Okay?”

You shook your head yes and leaned your head against his shoulder as his middle finger slid inside of you. He twisted it occasionally, adding a bit of fun but never letting your orgasm build up. He wanted you to cum on his cock and not a moment before. He slowly added his ring finger to the mix, fucking into you slowly enough to stretch you and be not enough to get off. You wanted to cry when he removed his fingers, no longer feeling the fullness of his fingers, but it wasn’t long before it was replaced with the tip of his cock.

“How bad do you want it?” He teased, pushing just the head in and pulling it back out. Making sure to never let more than his head go inside of you.

“Rhett please, need it. Need your cock, need you to fuck me..” You cried out into his shoulder, gasping loudly when he pushed the whole thing inside of you. “Holy fuckin’ shit..”

He chuckled at your response and kissed the top of your head, waiting just a few moments before he pulled all the way out and pushed himself all the way back inside of you.

“This pussy was fuckin’ made for me.” He grunted into your ear, slowly starting to move just a little bit faster. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours Rhett, shit, yours..”

He seemed satisfy with your answer and braced himself with one hand on the console and the over wrapped around you, fucking up into you like he wasn’t gonna see you again and this was your last night together. His thrusts were hard and deep, you’d felt a fullness you didn’t even know was possible until now, fast and rough. His soft grunts and groans were like music to your ears, adding to the warmth that was slowly building in your belly. The knot was slowly coming together and it was all the doing of Rhett Abbott.

“Shoulda done this ages ago, made you mine, made sure no one else touched you.” He rambled, words spilling out of his mouth at a speed you’d never heard him speak at. “Fuck, gonna make you Mrs. Rhett Abbott, shit baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ warm.”

“Gonna cum, Rhett I’m gonna cum..fuck fuck fuck…”

“I’m right behind you, baby.”

He quickly brought his hand down to your clit and pushed you over the edge he had you teetering on. Your orgasm milked the orgasm out of him as he fucked you through it, making sure not to change his motions until you moved his hand away from overstimulation. The windows had long fogged up, only lines from your hair moving against them were left unfogged. He relaxed completely in the seat, breathing deeply in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Holy shit, Honey. Fuckin’ Hell on Heels.”

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myfestkitty · 1 month ago

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Devil Rhett and angel Link

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jula483 · 4 months ago

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rhett is like a little devil on link's shoulder just telling him stuff to do

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cherrycola27 · 1 year ago

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Idle Hands

Author's Note: I want to preface this by saying I know that this isn't my usual content. This mini-series is a result of my insomnia fueled rewatch of Outer Range, adhd, the high amount of Lew content we have been getting lately, and my dive back into country music. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, violence/ fighting, rodeo inaccuracies, smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Part 1: The Devil's Handiwork

Rhett hadn't planned to end up at the Handsome Gambler tonight, honestly.

But with Perry in jail, his parents on the outs, and Maria having left town, the Abbott house was just too—quiet.

So, he hopped in his beat-up old truck and headed into town. He had only planned to stay for one beer, really. But after he finished it, he realized that another one couldn't hurt. And boy, was he glad he talked himself into a second one.

Truthfully, Rhett was on his fourth beer now. But that was all because of you. Your band had been setting up when he first walked in and took a seat at the bar. Rhett had scoffed and rolled his eyes when he saw you.

You had on some well-worn cowboy boots, a flannel draped over you, and a pair of blue jeans that had to have been painted on because the fit you just right.

He figured you were one of those pop-country wannabes that seems to grace the bar more and more frequently.

But the minute you stepped on stage, Rhett knew he was wrong about you. You were different in the best way.

You didn't sing the songs that were all over the radio, that were upbeat, and full of life.

No. You sang songs about love and loss and betrayal. Songs that reminded him of the old country his father had raised him on.

And you were so convincing when sang them. Your words haunted him. The shake of your silver tambourine enchanted him. Drawing him in with every note. They bar must have had almost fifty people in it from here or there, but Rhett swore that you were singing right to him.

He was so bewitched watching you that he didn't realize how much time had passed. Soon, you were announcing your last song. It wasn't one he was familiar with, but he found himself tapping along to the beat as you sang

"Oh, lord, I need a little help."

You crooned into the microphone as you met his eyes.

"Oh, lord, come and save me from myself"

You sighed as you trailed your hand across you the tidbits of lace that peaked out from under your shirt and up your neck.

"And that devil's in the market for a pair of idle hands"

You finished with a wink and a crimson smirk across your face.

Rhett wiped his palms across his faded jeans as his very own hands, that had been setting idle just moments before, wrapped around the neck of his beer and brought it to his lips. He downed it in one gulp as you made your way off the stage and down to the crowd of on lookers, straight towards him.

Rhett fumbled with his wallet, trying to quickly pay his tab and leave, because in his head, he knew that you would be trouble.

He grabbed his hat from the bar and secured it on his head. He turned on his heels and collided with whoever had the misfortune to be behind him.

Rhett quickly caught himself and looked to apologize to whoever he crashed into, only to be met with you standing in front of him.

"Leaving so soon, Cowboy?" You spoke to him sweetly, voice flowing over him like honey.

"Y—yes ma'am." He stammered out.

You cocked your head to the side and clicked your tongue, not moving from your spot. You reached up and adjusted the hat that now sat askew on his head.

"Shame, I was hoping to have a drink with a thirsty cowboy, but if your whistle has already been wet, I guess I can find someone else." You sighed as you trailed your fingers down his bicep and looked up at him through your lashes.

"I—I suppose one drink couldn't hurt." Rhett stuttered. Your warm fingers on him was making it hard to think.

"Perfect." You smiled at him with a devilish grin.

Rhett swallowed thickly. He knew that this was either going to be the best or worst decision of his life. He just wasn't sure which one yet.

"So, Cowboy, you from around here or just passing through?" You ask him as the two of you settle into a booth tucked away from everyone else at your request.

"Born and raised here." Rhett answers you as he fiddles with the label on his beer before taking a sip of it. The hops of it dance across his tongue. Smoothe and familiar. It's a local brew, not something you can find at every bar and store. It surprises most people that Rhett drinks with when they see him order something niche.

"I've never seen this kind before. Is it any good?" You ask him as you gesture to his drink.

"S'one of my favorites," Rhett mumbles as you slide closer to him. Now your thigh is pressed against his. He can feel the warmth radiating off of your body.

"Wanna try it?" He offers as he tips the neck of the bottle towards you. "Sure." You grin at him.

Rhett expects you to take the bottle from his hand, but instead, you surge forward and connect your lips with his.

He lets out a surprise gasp, which allows you to slide your tongue into his mouth. Rhett relaxes into you. One of his large hands curling at the nape of your neck. But just ask quickly as you kissed him, you pulled away, leaving him breathless.

"You're right. It does taste pretty good." You breathe out as if nothing had happened. A laugh bubbles out of Rhett as he shakes his head and takes another drink.

"You're something else, darling." He chuckles. "Y'know, I just realized I never caught your name."

Now it's your turn to laugh. You smile at him sweetly before telling him your name. He repeats it back to you in his gravelly draw, and you think that it's never sounded better.

"You've got a mighty fine name, darling, but I think I'll call you Honeybee." He says.

"Oh, and why's that, Cowboy?" You challenge him.

"Because you're sweet with a little sting. And you can keep calling my Cowboy if you want, but Rhett works just fine, too." He smiles.

"Rhett." You draw out his name like the melody of one of the songs you just sang. Even though he's only heard you utter it once, Rhett can already tell he's addicted to the way his name falls from your lips.

"So where are you from? Because I know it's not from around here. I'd remember a pretty face like yours." Rhett asks you.

"You think I'm pretty?" You fire back. He cracks another smile and nods.

"I'm from Oklahoma. But I've been on the road for a while, following a dream." You tell him. "How the hell did you end up here?" He asks you. "My aunt and uncle have a ranch here. I'm spending the summer with them. Trying to reconnect with my roots." You explain.

Rhett shakes his head and realizes that your aunt and uncle's ranch is a few miles away from his family's. He hopes that means he'll get to see you more this summer.

"So what do you do for a living, Cowboy? Or do you just hang out in smokey bars all day?" You ask him. "I work on my family's ranch, and I ride bulls." He tells you with a shy grin.

"A bull rider. Guess that means you like to walk on the wild side?" You raise an eye brow as your hand comes to rest on his thigh. You trace lazy shapes over the faded denim.

"I've been known to take a few risks." Rhett says as he shifts closer to you.

"Is that so?" You ask him as you slide your hand along his thigh until it's resting atop of his obnoxiously large gold belt buckle that he won in his last rodeo.

"Yes, Ma'am." He replies calmly. You lean in closer to him. So close that he can smell the floral perfume you're wearing. Your lips are millimeters from his ear. "I may not be a thousand pound bull, but I sure could give you one hell of a ride tonight, if you're up for it, Cowboy." Your hot breath fans over him.

Rhett shutters at your words. And you smirk, proud of the effect you have on him. You go to pull your arm away, but he catches you by the wrist and places your hand over his bulging jeans. You cup his length through the fabric and press your thighs together.

"I think I might be the one giving you the ride of a lifetime." Rhett practically growls out.

"We'll see about that, Cowboy. I've been known to hold my own. I'm staying at the motel across the street for a few nights until my aunt fixes up the guest room at her house. I'm in room six. See you there." You wink at him before dropping a key onto the table and sliding out of the booth.

Rhett shamelessly watches you walk towards the exit. And when you turn back to blow him a kiss, he notices that the stetson hat that was once on his head now rests atop yours.

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