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beachbabey · 2 years ago

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Rhett shushed you in response as he replaced his thumb with his index and middle finger. They pressed down onto your tongue and you let out a choked sob as they pushed further down. Drool started to pool and drip out the corner of your mouth. It fell down onto the edge of your dress that was now hitched around your hips as Rhett’s fingers moved passed the barrier of your underwear and slipped into your cunt with no complaint.

screaming crying shaking he could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d actively encourage it. I’m waiting on hand and foot for this man. 😌knees and elbows too

ptolemaea

preacher!rhett abbott x reader

￫ description: you and your local town preacher, rhett abbott, spend a night together in a motel room. rhett is there to calm your racing mind and have you admit your sins. based off the song, ‘ptolemaea’ by ethel cain.

￫ word count: 2.4K.

￫ c/w: heavy and dark religious themes, dark themes, fingering, kissing, swearing, overstimulation, edging, voyerism, mentions of oral (m!receiving), corruption and innocence kink, daddy kink, gagging on rhett’s fingers, derogatory language and cnc.

￫ a/n: i cannot recommend listening to the song ‘ptolemaea’ by ethel cain enough whilst reading this. the song, and entire album, ‘preacher’s daughter’, is a masterpiece. when i first listened to this song, the narrative voice in the song screamed preacher!rhett to me.

￫ my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

You pushed yourself against the back of the motel door and closed it behind you. The paint was splintering and falling off in your palms. Rhett was sat at the edge of the motel double bed. He looked up from his studious reading of his bible to catch your hesitant gaze.

“Sorry, Father. I didn’t know if you wanted me to follow you in, so I waited an hour or so back in the diner.”

Your hands came round to your front and your fingers instinctively played with each other, trying to distract yourself from Rhett’s eyes boring into you and from the situation you had found yourself in.

When your town Preacher asked you to come away with him and see the sights of the West, you never thought you would. Well, you never realized how easy it would be. You mentally kicked yourself for allowing his calloused, yet gentle, hands to win you over so easily.

Rhett parted his lips to speak and his tongue wet his bottom lip. He let out a ‘tsk’ and shook his head in disagreement at your statement.

“I invited you in, twice. There’s nothing to fear.”

Rhett’s eyes raked over your frame as if to study you. To read every inch of your flesh and how your body visibly reacted to his deep and Southern drawl. Rhett’s insides were gloating with pride. He had managed to get you right where he wanted you.

“You love blood too much, but not like I do.” Rhett thought as you stood, still pressed against the back of the motel door, as if you were in shark infested waters. Rhett could smell your blood from miles away and he was going in for the killing bite.

“Suffer does the wolf, crawling to thee. Promising a big fire, any fire, to keep you warm.” Rhett quoted back and out loud to you when you didn’t react to his original statement. He was trying to soothe your racing mind and convince you that this was right.

You held Rhett’s heavy gaze, but you were unable to avoid the obvious spread of his thighs with his palms planted firmly on his worn jeans. You saw his lips twitch in the corner, threatening for an almost devilish grin to spread over them.

“That’s how you feel, don’t you?” Rhett cocked his head to the side and continued when you still didn’t answer. “I heard you at those Sunday sermons, moaning my name in the bathroom cubicle when you thought everyone had left. I saw you through the crack of the door with your hand down your pretty pink panties and your conservative sundress hitched around your thighs.”

Rhett continued as he read the way your body reacted to his words. How your chest was rising and falling quicker and how your fingers tangled messily in with each other.

“I gave you everything you needed after, and now, I need you.” Rhett’s tone became an octave lower at the seriousness of his words. “I love you.”

Rhett’s final words was the lasting kick you needed to get yourself off the back of the motel door. It was the first time you had heard Rhett utter such meaningful words. No text or lines from the bible could mean this much to you both. His words spun round and round in your head as you made your way over to him in a flurry. Rhett mirrored you in response and came crashing into you with his lips meeting yours.

Rhett’s large hands were cupping your hot and rosy cheeks, with his rough thumbs cradling underneath your jaw to keep your lips planted firmly against his as his tongue ran along your bottom lip and dipped into your mouth. A groan emitted from you both at the kiss. It had been weeks since Rhett had you to himself and you both craved each other more than you cared to admit. Sin had never tasted so good.

You muttered against Rhett’s lips, over and over like a prayer, in between the heated kiss, “love you, love you, love you.”

You both pulled away from the kiss to catch up with your similar and erratic breathing pattern. Your breath hitched in your own dry yet sticky throat, trying to form some sort of salvia. Rhett still held your gaze and it felt as though he was burning through to your retinas. It burned more than the sinful guilt you could feel punching deep within your gut.

“In my prayers, they say I’m the one He’s gonna take. He’s gonna take me Father, for my sins. I feel like I’m on fire.”

You stumbled back with Rhett’s hold still on your burning cheeks. You bumped against the lone desk that held the old TV and sun bleached writing paper that adorned the motels logo.

“Suffering is nigh, draw to me, my love. I will keep you safe.” Rhett soothed his thumb under your jaw and spoke with a calm and peaceful tone, never wavering in it’s meaning.

You could trust in your preacher when he told you he would keep you safe. Rhett told you were special. You were the white light that came through the muggy clouds to descend upon Earth itself. You were beautiful, finite, Heaven’s gift. And if you could continue to stay with him, your sins would be forgiven.

Rhett’s face shifted as he watched your eyes plead for him. His eyes softened to lull you into safety.

“When a body decomposes, even the iron in their blood still fears the rot. Everyone is hiding from something and I cannot stop it. I cannot stop God from choosing us.”

Rhett’s reassurances calmed your pounding heartbeat that you could hear swarming in your own ears, yet still there was a twinge of doubt in your mind.

You fiddled with the frayed hemming on your dress. “Daddy’s left and Mama won’t come home.”

For the past months you were walking on shadows with Rhett. Dipping in and out for quick and sinful meetings in his backroom office at the Church. The last meeting had ended with your knees buckled on the floor and when night came along, your parents had clearly worried where you had got to.

The sight of their own child with the town Preacher’s cock resting heavy in your mouth was enough for them to disown you altogether. It was after that Rhett suggested you both get away. The town no longer wanted a filthy Preacher in their midst and Rhett would surely loose his place within the Church.

Rhett’s left hand and thumb reached up to run across your bottom lip. “You poor thing. Sweet, mourning lamb.” His thumb dipped in between your lips and you latched your tongue onto the pad of him and sucked him in greedily. “There's nothing you can do. It's already been done.”

It was a gentle yet blunt reminder, but the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb made your mind go fuzzy altogether. You kneed into Rhett’s touch with no remorse. It gave you a sense of real fear, what a man like Rhett could bring upon a woman like you.

Your eyes had fluttered shut by this point and you registered the feeling of Rhett’s right hand leaving your face. You could feel his calloused fingertips slide up your bare thigh and under your dress. Rhett’s hand didn’t stop. It wouldn’t stop.

Your body jolted under his feverish touch when his large palm cupped your covered cunt. His index and little finger curved around the seam of your underwear and dragged along your lips. You still had your now swollen lips around his thumb, but Rhett pulled it away and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a pitiful whine at the loss. A string of saliva was connecting from the pad of his thumb to your bottom lip.

Your arousal had come seemingly quicker than before and Rhett had a prideful smile on his face, however your eyes were still scrunched shut and relishing in the taste of Rhett’s flesh and feeling the delicious movement of his fingers burying deep into your cunt, pressing up on the sweet spot that made you silently scream around his fingers.

You were aware Rhett’s eager gaze was still on you. No longer were you kept hidden away in a religious and sacred place. You were completely stripped bare for Rhett to see under the dim light in this dirty motel room. What fear a man like Rhett brings upon a woman like you.

You swallowed around Rhett’s thick fingers in your mouth and he took it as his sign to remove them from your swollen lips to allow yourself to compose your erratic breathing. Your eyes blinked opened to Rhett’s face.

“Please don’t look at me.” You muttered out in between labored breaths, as Rhett’s fingers still showed no sign of slowing down.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as Rhett’s thumb ran calculated circles on your swollen and up until now, un-touched clit. How could Rhett ever deny himself of this Heavenly sight.

Rhett was quick to shoot his hand out and his fingers gripped tightly onto your chin to bring back your lulling head to him.

“Show me your face.” Rhett demanded and your pleading eyes moved back to his.

You moaned again at his grip on your chin and inside your cunt, followed by a name.

“F- Father.”

Rhett let out a ‘tsk’ sound and shook his head at the name you had mournfully uttered.

“I can see it in your eyes.”

In a panic you thought to yourself, “He keeps looking at me. Oh, God. I know what he wants.”

“Tell me, what have you done?”

Rhett knew you were close by the feeling of your walls clenching then fluttering around him, but he wouldn’t let you come until you spoke his name.

Your hips were rocking against him as if to try and push his thumb harder against your clit. You were desperate to chase that feeling, yet Rhett slowed down his ministrations. It was still enough to keep you dangling on that edge, but not enough all together at the same time.

“Please, Father. I- I can’t-” You whined out pitifully.

There were tears pricking in the corner of your eyes now. The delicious overstimulation, yet not feeling anything was blissful torture. Although you were seated high on top of the motel desk, your body felt like it could give way with how hard it was trembling. You shot your hands out instinctively to hold onto Rhett’s large biceps to steady yourself.

Your mind was repeating the one name Rhett wanted from you. It was on the tip of your tongue, but it wouldn’t escape. Rhett cooed and shushed you in response to your incessant whining and groaning out of sheer frustration. Slow and agonizing circles were being ran around your clit.

“I am the face of loves’ rage, but you know I can make this pain all go away. Tell me, what have you done, sweet lamb?”

The coil deep within your stomach was threatening to snap any second. All your innocence was currently being held in the palm of Rhett’s hand and you couldn’t hold onto it for much longer.

“Fuck!”

To anyone else the scream would have sounded blood curtailing and murderous, but to Rhett it was the sweet sound of your submission.

“I’ve sinned, Daddy. I’ve sinned!”

The name and words fell so freely from your mouth that it caused Rhett to finally break out into the Devilish grin he’d be hiding all this time. Your head fell back again under his grasp at your admission. All you could feel was Rhett’s hot breath on your burning ears.

“Good girl.”

Like clockwork, Rhett’s fingers picked back up their pace. Sliding in and out of you at a steady pace and curling up to press on the sweet spot inside you that made your own cum seep out from your lips and drip onto the motel desk. Rhett’s thumb resumed it’s calculated circles and you could feel yourself hurtling closer and closer to the Heavenly release.

Rhett’s voice was still close to your ear as he started to pray when he could feel the walls of your wet cunt tighten around him.

“Blessed be the Daughters of Abbott, bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception. Blessed be their whore mothers, tired and angry waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again.”

Strings of strangled cries left your lips as your orgasm approached and hit your whole body with a blinding and warm glow. The final swipe of Rhett’s thumb over your clit was all you needed and your cries turned silent with your nails digging so deep into Rhett’s flesh you knew it would mark.

“Blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their God through some senseless act of violence. Blessed be you, girl, promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you.”

Rhett still continued on through your orgasm. Your hips were bucking ferociously against the palm of Rhett’s hand, with you trying to rub your sensitive and swollen clit against the heel of his palm to continue the feeling of the sensation and your earth shattering release.

“I am no good nor evil, simply I am, and I have come to take what is mine. I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood.”

Your cries turned to incoherent mumblings, too drunk off Rhett giving you pleasure to string anything together. Of what Rhett could make out whilst he was still focused on reciting his prayer was, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy”.

“I am here now, as you run from me still.”

Rhett pulled the palm of his hand away from your cunt and he could feel your cum string from your swollen lips. His fingers pushed and brushed in turn against the sweet spot inside of you and his thumb returned back to your clit with no mercy. Your whole body was jolted back to the dirty motel room at the over sensitivity and your pleading tears now ran hot over your cheeks.

“S’ can’t, Daddy. Sensitive, ‘lease.” You wailed and begged Rhett for his forgiveness.

Your hips bucked again at Rhett’s touch. It caused the motel desk to bump against the wall, yet Rhett was still close to your ear and caging you in. The shark finally had his taste of blood and Rhett whispered his final prayer and wish.

“Run then, child. You can't hide from me forever.”

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nobody7102 · 2 years ago

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The Thing About Sunday: Part 2

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott x Tillerson!Reader

Warnings: More Religious stuff, SMUT, 18+, Oral(F Receiving), Fingering, Unprotected P in V, mentions of being sick, Vomit

A/N: So…. Here’s the thing, I tried to fit all of what I had written but tumblr didn’t like that. So at the very least there’s going to be a 3rd part, maybe a 4th depending on if tumblr lets me add everything

NOTE/DISCLAIMER: All characters in this story are of age (Rhett being late 20s/early 30s, Reader being mid/late 20s), if it isn’t clear in-story all actions/situations are consensual between the major of the characters if there is anything I missed in the warnings please let me know, but don’t be rude about it

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Part 1. Part 3

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The months that passed since Y/N had started at the Church were Rhett’s personal slice of heaven, literally.

Sure the two would desecrate the Church when they were alone as Rhett showed Y/N the joys she had missed out on earlier in life, but the two would also relish in the fact that they never had to worry about any judgment, not from their families or the community. Rhett knew what people would say if the town learned of their relationship. How he’d slipped back into his old ways, taking Y/N down with him. Tarnishing her reputation and possibly compromising both of their positions in the church.

Yet at the moment Rhett couldn’t seem to care with his head buried between Y/N’s legs holding her clit between his teeth as she was planted on his desk. Gripping the edges of the desk as she arched onto Rhett’s face causing his arms to wrap around the back of her thighs to hold onto her hips down to stop her from squirming against him.

Her black floral wrap dress slid off her shoulders as the top of her pink silk slip was pulled down below her breasts and bunched around her waist with her bra thrown somewhere around the room. Panties long forgotten and stored in the middle drawer of Rhett’s desk. One leg resting in the crook of his left elbow. The other was thrown over his shoulder as her kitten heels dangled off of her feet, holding on by the thin straps of black that were secured around her ankles.

Panting, she threw her head back trying to catch her breath before feeling Rhett tap her hip and mumble “Come on Little Lamb” she whined at the loss of heat against her clit before she squealed feeling his thumb press onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. “You gotta say it”

“Noo Rhett-” She huffed “I did it already” whining she tried to control her breathing “I’ve done it… I-I’ve done it five times… I- I finished it” Her hand rose from the desk trying to force Rhett back onto her swollen cunt but was swatted away.

Shaking his head, Rhett pressed down harder on her clit “No Sweet Lamb you missed the second to last line” he cooed, moving his thumb off of her clit to frame her hip once more, earning a groan from the Tillerson as his free hand went to the zipper of his woolen trousers, working to relieve some of the tension that had built up within them.

Taking a few deep breath’s Y/N closed her eyes before she spoke “Our Father who art in heaven” she started “Hallowed be-” A breathless gasp left her lips as Rhett delved back into eating her sweet cunt, causing her toes to curled as he tugged on her clit “Thy name… thy kingdom come” As she continued her voice began to shake “Thy will be done on e-earth as it is in heaven!” A whine fell from her lips as Rhett slowly started to pump a finger into her “G-gi- Oh GOD!” Throwing her head back one of her hands fell behind her back to hold herself up

“Sweet Little Lamb” Rhett hummed “You know that’s not how it goes” he almost mocked. “Don’t you wanna cum?”

“G-give us this day” Huffing the leg that was draped over Rhett’s shoulder shifted, as her foot dug into his back “Oh- Our… Daily bread… A-and Ahhh” Bucking her hips into his face, Y/N bit her lip trying to refocus her racing thoughts before quickly starting again “Ahhh-nd forgive us our t-tresppasses ahh- ahh as… as” she gulped her mind starting to blank “as… we forgive those wh-whoo-” Panting out her words she felt Rhett smile before he added another finger “W-who trespass against us” as her voice raised up an octave that’s when Rhett chuckled “And… a-and…” Letting her head drop another whine left her lips.

“Come on… just one more line Sweet Lamb” he encouraged, speeding up his fingers and tugging hard on her clit.

Rolling her head back as her eyes closed once more she let her mouth hang open feeling Rhett return to her cunt “A-nd lead us nooot” she moaned “Into t-tempt-ahhhh-ation…. Ahhh- ah ahhhhh” as her body began to shake, Y/N knew she had to rush her words “Ahhh- but deliver us, Ohhh- from e-evil” as she finished Rhett shifted her legs off of him as he moved to stand, still pumping his fingers at a relentless pace.

He used his free hand to pull her hips closer to the edge of the desk before removing his fingers and bottoming out within her sensitive cunt. “Amen” he moaned as he started to drill into her, pulling her by the waist to be flush against his chest, one of Y/N’s arms went flying to hold onto Rhett’s shoulders as the other pushed open his button up even further, gripping onto his pec. “Ohh you did such a good job Little Lamb” He groaned into her ear as his head dipped down to rest his forehead against her cheek. “Ahhh- are you gonna let me fill this sweet little pussy, Lamb?” He cooed into her ear, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? The Sweet Little Lamb full of the Preachers cum” just as Y/N let out a high pitched moan, his hand flew to cover her mouth hoping he’s ears didn’t hear the front door of the church open

“Rhett?” A voice called out from the main area of the church making Rhett’s hips falter and Y/N’s head to snap up, looking to the closed office door. “Rhett, are you here?” another voice called

“Shit!” Rhett hissed quickly pulling out from Y/N before helping her off the desk “It’s my folks!” he whispered, as he and Y/N rushed to make themselves presentable. Opting to fix their hair first.

Her eyes widened looking between Rhett and the door “What are they doing here?!”

Shaking his head as he tried to think “I don’t kno-” pausing he groaned as he unbuttoned his shirt

“What!?” She hissed back at him as she tried to re adjust her shoes.

Moving to grab his collar that had been thrown on the floor he also tossed Y/N her bra “I’m supposed to do Dinner with Amy and Perry”

Hooking her bra together she pulled her shift back up to cover her breasts before re-tying her dress “I thought they were in Colorado for Perry’s new job!”

Rhett just nodded “They’re supposed to be but Amy got a break from school at the same time that Perry got vacation time”

Moving to open the deck drawer, Y/N covered her mouth to conceal a yelp as Rhett slammed the drawer shut “What are you doing?!” she whispered as he smirked at her “Rhett! I am not about to walk around this church with no panties on!”

Raising his brow he pulled her closer to him by the waist “Wouldn’t be the first time” he mumbled earning him a slap on the shoulder.

“You have taken almost half the panties in my dresser Rhett! I need those!” she went to smack his shoulder against

“Okay!” he shrugged away from her, raising his hands in defense before bending down to open the drawer just as the door to the office opened.

“There yo- Oh… Hi Y/N” Royal gave Y/N a nod. “Cece! He’s in here”

“And here are those papers!” Rhett quickly stood up, handing Y/N a random assortment of papers. Flickering her eyes between the paper and the drawer she prayed that Royal couldn’t see the blush that was spread across her face as the desk drawer shut with her panties still nestled into the corner of the drawer.

“Rhett we have been looking for you!” Cece called out before rounding the corner to the office “Oh Y/N!” she smiled “It’s so good to see you, we didn’t see your car in the parking lot. I thought only Rhett stayed late on Wednesdays” she walked further into the office. Pulling Y/N into a hug, which she returned “What brings you to stay so late?” pulling out from the hug Cece placed a hand on her shoulder.

Widening her eyes, she quickly motioned to the papers in her hand “Oh, Luke’s looking at the engine for me” she gave a quick smile, hoping they couldn’t tell she was lying through her teeth “and I was just having Rhett help me with my lesson for Sunday” she added “Well…” she turned to Rhett “I will let you get going” she smiled “I’ve got my keys so I can lock up”

Royals brows rose hearing her plans “You planning on staying even later?” he asked “You gonna have Luke or Billy pick you up?” before Cece joined in.

“Sweetheart it’s already so late… why don’t you join us!” she suggested.

Looking between each other, “Oh Cece I wouldn’t want to impose and be-” “Besides!” Rhett cut her off “Y/N hasn’t really been feeling well this past week” which wasn’t a total lie, she’d gotten nauseous during communion the past few weeks and even asked Rhett to help her with the Sunday school lessons due to the migrages she’d get after the sermons.

Pointing to Rhett, Y/N nodded “Yeah, I wouldn’t wanna get anyone sick or-... or be a ha-” she stopped talking when Cece started to wave her hand.

“Nonsense, besides if you aren’t feeling well you should eat and I know Amy would love to see you.” she insisted “not to mention we can just drop you off at your ranch when we’re done”

How could Y/N say no to Cece’s sweet smile, looking between Cece and the papers she held in hand. She shrugged “I-” she sheepishly smiled at Rhett “I guess I could join… Just give me a moment to clean up and gather my things” Royal and Cece nodded, leaving back to the main area of the church.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Rhett turned to Y/N “Luke’s working on your car?” he smiled at the lie.

“Oh I’m sorry, would you prefer me to say that you picked me up so we could both relieve some stress?” she hummed before throwing the papers onto the desk and ripping open the middle drawer of Rhett’s desk and grabbing her panties out before Rhett could close the drawer.

“Damnit” Rhett mumbled, taking his collar off and throwing it next to the paper on the desk.

“Did you really think I was gonna forget about these?” she chuckled, shimmying the fabric up her legs.

As soon as the two had gathered their coats and Y/N grabbed her purse, they followed Royal and Cece out to the parking lot before getting into Rhett’s truck to trail behind Cece and Royal to the restaurant. Sitting in a comfortable silence, the two glanced between each other, sharing the same dopey grin.

It wasn’t long till they pulled into the restaurant, parking the truck Rhett quickly exited before rushing over to open the door for Y/N, offering her his hand to help her down from the truck. Squeezing his hand as he helped her down, a light flush covered her cheeks.

Even after all the months Rhetts spent showing Y/N the pleasure of self-enjoyment. He loved how even after seeing her completely wrecked on his cock she still got flustered at the smallest of gestures.

Walking into the diner shortly after Cece and Royal, they looked around before hearing a voice call out “Y/N!” Amy undoubtedly before footsteps filled the air and Y/N was engulfed in a hug. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“Amy!” Y/N smiled hugging the girl back “Look at you” Y/N pulled her out of the hug smiling at her “How are you the same little girl I used to babysit? Look at you, such a gorgeous young lady” she cooed before Amy’s attention was turned to Rhett

“Uncle Rhett, church did you some good” she joked as Rhett pulled her into a hug.

“Yeah. Looks like Colorado did the same to you” he joked back.

It wasn’t long before Amy dragged them over to the booth where Perry, Royal, and Cece were sitting. “Well look at you!” Perry exclaimed “Preacher Rhett” he laughed moving to stand and shake Rhett’s hand.

“Ha Ha Ha” Rhett laughed sarcastically before patting Perry’s back and sitting down.

Perry’s eyes drifted over to Y/N who gave a slight wave “Tillerson, I’ll be damned” he chuckled offering his hand to Y/N “How’d you manage to get dragged along” he paused “are you and Rhett?...” his brow raised before Cece nudged Perry.

“Oh stop Perry, Y/N’s working with Rhett at the church” Perry’s eyes widened hearing that before nodded

“I hope my brother isn’t giving you too much trouble Y/N” shaking her head with a laugh, Y/N nodded

“No, if anything I feel like I’ve been more trouble” she joked, scootched into the booth before Amy squished in next to her.

After catching up with the two Abbotts the conversation shifted to the general talk of life, asking Perry about his new job and him asking about the church in return. Amy asking what it’s like working with so many little kids. Asking Amy what she’d been up to in Colorado, looking at photos of Perry and Amy’s apartment. Chatter just filled the air and before long everyone’s food has been placed in front of them.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Y/N forced herself to swallow what little spit was left in her dry mouth at the smell of the Fish fry Royal had ordered. Reaching for her water she took small sips, savoring the bland taste as it eased her stomach before she looked to her own plate

Setting her glass down, she picked up the halved BLT and let out a small breath before taking a bite. The same sandwich she’d been eating two weeks ago when Rhett offered to pick up lunch for the two of them, but as the flavors of the sandwich stayed on her tongue for longer. The slower her chewing got. Face slowly going pale before she set the sandwich down and took her napkin off of her lap “Excuse me Amy” she mumbled as best as she could with the food in her mouth. Waiting for Amy to exit the booth before she speed walked to the bathroom.

Leaving the tables glancing after her in worry. “I told ya she wasn’t feeling that well” was all Rhett could say.

Leaning against the wall as her knees rested on the cool tile of the bathroom, Y/N closed her eyes trying to catch her breath as another wave of nausea washed over her. Too lost in thought, trying to make sure she didn’t throw up again, Y/N failed to notice how Cec had come into the restroom until she knocked on the stall Y/N occupied.

“Y/N Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

Her eyes snapped open hearing the women’s voice. “Oh gosh Cece…” she groaned “I’m so sorry I didn’t-“

“Oh hush, there’s nothing you could have done sweetheart” the woman cooed, leaning against the wall outside of the stall “You did say you weren’t feeling too good, we can’t fault you for that”

Pushing herself off of the floor, Y/N grimaced as her stomach turned, but powered through it, flushing away the contents of the toilet before opening the door. She was immediately met with Cece’s soft apologetic gaze and pulled into a hug before Cece felt Y/N forehead with the back of her hand, an act that was second nature to the woman “you are a little warm…” she hummed “Rhett said he could take you home right now if you wanted, and the choice is totally up to you sweetheart but if you do go, at least try to get something in your stomach when you get back to your folks”

Nodding, Y/N moved to wash her hands and rinse her mouth out before she and Cece exited the restroom to find Rhett standing in the hallway.

Moving away from the wall his hand went to rest on Y/N shoulder, as Cece squeezed past the two and made her way back to the booth.

His eyes were asking her if she was okay. Once he saw her nod, a sigh fell from his lips before he handed her a bottle, “They didn’t have any ginger ale behind the counter, so I figured Sprite would be the next best thing” he admitted “help settle your stomach and all”

“Thank you” she gave a light smile as she opened the bottle and took a small sip.

Nodding in response he waited for her to take a few more sips of the carbonated beverage before she spoke again “you want me to take ya home?”

Letting out a sigh, Y/N nodded, letting Rhett lead her out to his truck. Making sure she got in just fine before turning back to the restaurant to pay for their food and tell everyone that he’d see them at the ranch later.

Getting into the truck Y/N rested her head against the window, the cool glass bringing some relief to the headache that had started to form behind her left eye. Not bothering to look when she heard the driver side open and the truck start, a small smile graced her lips as Rhett took her hands in his as he drove. Brining the back of her hand up to his lips and planting a kiss, “If you’re still not feeling any better by the weekend, maybe I could bring you into the cities… get checked out” his thumb rubbed the back of her palm, as he glanced between her and the road.

Shaking her head, Y/N gave his hand a squeeze “I’m sure it’s just a bug, Mrs. Fallon's son was sick so I’m sure it's just making its rounds though the class” moving to take a sip of the drink once more she hummed, savoring these last few moments alone before they pulled up to Tillerson ranch. Stopping as they were halfway up the driveway, Rhett turned off his lights before putting the truck in park and leaned over to Y/N.

Knowing he was going to kiss her, she turned her head to the side so his lips met her cheek. “What’s that for Lamb?” he grumped.

A sigh fell from her lips “Rhett, I’ve got vomit breath…”

He raised his brow “So?” Turning to face Rhett, Y/N’s eyes pleaded with him before he raised his hands “Alright, I’ll just drop my lamb off without a goodbye kiss” he pouted before turning the lights of the truck on and driving the rest of the way.

Before the truck came to a full halt in front of the main door, Y/N unbuckled herself and leaned over to Rhett, placing a kiss on his cheek causing a blush to flower over his ears “I love you My Sweet Rhett” she hummed.

Smiling over to her, Rhett chuckled “I love you too Lamb” before he parked the truck and let Y/N climb out, not pulling out of the driveway till he saw her enter the house.

Smiling out the window next to the door, Y/N watched as his taillights disappeared down the road before taking off her shoes and making her way into the kitchen. Opening the door to the pantry, she rummaged around until she found what she was looking for.

Saltines

Pulling the sleeve from the box, she closed the door just as Billy wandered into the kitchen “Hey, I thought you didn’t have to go in today” making his way over to the fridge, he pulled out a jar of pickles “You want some?”

Shaking her head, Y/N set the sleeve of crackers on the counter next to her drink, ripping them open “I was behind on lesson planning” popping the cracker into her mouth. She leaned against the counter looking around the hour “... Is there a reason why it's so quiet? Normally Luke or Dad would have been out here making dinner by now”

Shrugging, Billy opened the pickles, taking a bite of one “Checking out the north fence line” he mumbled.

Nodding her head she continued “And Ma?”

A chuckle made its way from Billy as he took out one last pickle before putting the jar away “The church ladies asked her to join them to talk about you… You know how Ma is-”

“Always down to talk about why her kids are better than yours” they laughed in unison.

As the laughter died down, Billy motioned to the crackers and Sprite “Still not feeling good?”

Sighing as she gathered her things she nodded once more “I think there’s a bug going around the sunday school class”

“Don’t let Luke hear that, he’ll start bitching about that big rodeo he’s got coming up”

“Noted” she smiled making her way out of the kitchen “Night Billy” she called

“Night Sissy” he called back before she disappeared to her room.

Once in her room, Y/N changed out of her dress and into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top, flopping down onto her bed. Grabbing the book that’d been resting on her nightstand she picked up where she had left off.

Entranced in the book, Y/N failed to notice that she didn’t fully screw the cap on the drink all the way shut, so when she went to reach for it blindly, her hand knocked it over.

“Oh shoot!” she shot up, tipping the bottle to stand up right once again before rushing to her bathroom to retrieve a towel from under the sink.

As she threw open the cabinet she rummaged around before finally grabbing a towel. As she pulled it out however she paused, her eyes trained on the brand new, unopened box of tampons she’d purchased just a month and a half before.

She sat for a moment, eyes darting to the box before drifting off into the void as she was lost in thought. Standing from her spot she dropped the towel and moved back to her room, rushing to grab her purse and a coat as she quickly and quietly made her way down the stairs, slipping on some flats and rushing out the front door. Fishing the car keys from her purse, her mind was rushed with thoughts as she started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

Never in her life did Y/N ever think she’d be going ten over the speed limit to get into town yet, here she was. Slowing down to the speed limit as she reached the edge of town, her eyes darted between the road and the people walking along the sidewalk. “Shit….” she mumbled, what would people say if they saw her going into the convenience store… they would talk. Of course they would, talk was always the one thing that spread across a small down faster than anything.

Continuing to drive through town, Y/N glanced off to the side of the road as the “Leaving Wabang” sign came into view. She had fifthteen miles to contemplate her thoughts, hoping- nay… praying that her thoughts were just that… thoughts.

Too anxious to turn on the radio, she tapped her thumbs along the steering wheel as she gnawed at her bottom lip.

Y/N and Rhett weren’t stupid, they’d used protection and Y/N’d started taking birthcontrol the week after her and Rhett first had sex. Yet with the recent planning of the churches annual Thanksgiving mass and dinner coming up, Y/N might have missed a few days of the pill and Rhett hadn’t had time to restock on condoms(Not that either of them minded going without one).

As the lights of the next town over came into view, Y/N drove around for a good five minutes before finding the local convenience store. Parking the car, she threw her bag over her shoulder and rushed out, noting the time on the door.

Closes At 8

She had ten minutes to get in and get out, “plenty of time” she sighed to herself before making her way inside. Looking down each row, her hands held a death grip on her bag as she finally reached the row she was looking for. Her brows furrowed as she made her way down the row, taking in the different varieties of tests. Shaking her head, Y/N settled on getting two moderately priced tests before making her way to the check out.

“Find everything you’re looking for?” the elderly store clerk smiled as Y/N set down the tests.

“Yeah” she hummed. Looking off not even realizing the clerk had asked her something until she looked back and the clerk had a softer smile than before on her face. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Oh I asked if you’re alright dear? You keep looking around?”

Deciding it was just better to lie, Y/N chuckled “Oh sorry” she smiled “Umm my husband and I are driving thought to visit his folks… he’s grabbing food so I thought I’d run in”

The Clerk nodded “Planning on a surprise are you?” she hummed bagging up the tests

“Yes” Y/N chuckled once more as she pulled a $20 out of her wallet and handed it to the clerk.

“Well I wish you the best of luck dear.” she grinned, handing Y/N back the bag.

Nodding Y/N thanked the woman before making her way back out to the car, pulling out of the parking lot, making her way back to Wabang. Driving alone, with only her thoughts.

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Dancing Beneath The Moon | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 10,000 Cross Posted on AO3 Brief Summary: How is it that your heart only longs for the ghost of a cowboy? And why do you get the feeling that his heart utters the same for you? Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, Ghost!Rhett AU (with a twist! I won't tell you what kind but it's a twist!), friends to lovers, Trevor does not take rejection very well (please be advised that he does yell at the reader and scare them), unprotected sex, mentions of violence, and Rhett's 'murder.' Please refer to the user manual and wash your cowboy before sex.

"I-I'm sorry, I need to leave."

"Trevor, wait!" Your feet patter across the floor, struggling to keep up as he lets himself out the door, "I can explain."

Only on the front porch does he stop, ostrich-skin boots clicking against the old wood with every step, "You don't need to," holding up one hand, as if to ward you off, "I just...forgot my Dad asked me to interview our new ranch hand today."

Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again, gaping like a damn goldfish.

"I'll call you later," and that's all Trevor leaves you with, skittering off the porch and clambering up into that lifted F-150, with its perfect, custom black paint that glimmers a deep blue as he tears down your driveway.

Ugh.

"Rhett!" Your voice echoes throughout the house, punctuated by the slamming of the door behind you. So loud, and yet you can still hear the vicious banging of your beloved cast iron skillet banging on your kitchen tile. A shrill clatter of noise that has you fighting the urge to cover your ears as you storm into the kitchen.

And there he is. The translucent motherfucker, sitting cross-legged beneath your table, peeking out from beneath it. "What?" A big, shit-eating grin lacing his barely there features, so innocent and childlike that you almost don't believe he was the cause of this mayhem.

Almost.

The skillet in his hand provides a pretty damning counterargument.

"I'd kill you if you weren't already dead," fuming, yanking that dented skillet out of his hand; Rhett's grip is strong, but not enough to stop you from taking your cookware back.

"I was playin' with that," he huffs, a cold wind that tickles your ankles.

The skillet lands in the sink with a clatter. "And I was trying to have a date," you hiss, throwing your hands up, "but I'm unfortunate enough to share a house with a ghost who doesn't have any fucking manners!"

"I have manners!" Rhett's up in the air now, a buzzing collection of mist that floats up to the ceiling, no longer human, "I just ain't got 'em for big shots that wanna play cowboy for a day!"

"He is a cowboy," he's not. You know he's not. But god, you are not giving Rhett fucking Abbott the satisfaction of you agreeing with him. "You wouldn't know, being ancient and all that."

The temperature drops. Mist scattering. You can't tell where he is anymore. "I would know 'cause I am a fuckin' cowboy!" His disembodied, roaring voice comes from all directions. "No good-minded cowboy wears a goddamn rolex on a work day, 'cause they know that shits fixin' t'get scuffed!"

"Cowboy or not, you're going to have to get over it," as you reach for the tap, you think you can feel his presence behind you. Some invisible thing that sends your skin prickling, even with the knowledge of how harmless he truly is. "Trevor's coming back, and if you keep scaring him off, I'm phoning a priest."

"Fine!" Booming behind you.

"Fine!"

He's gone for the rest of the night.

The pizza guy scares the hell out of you when he knocks on the door. Not because you had forgotten about your order but because you were waiting on the curtains to peel themselves open. Expecting to hear a deep, half-hearted grumble about how "your date is here" as the fella clambers out of his beat-up sedan.

But it never comes.

Rhett doesn't even bug you about giving him a slice that he knows he can't eat, but you catch yourself putting a plate out for him. You wonder if he's in the room to see you rushing to put it back in the cupboard. Maybe he's out in the field because the television doesn't miraculously change to the Animal Channel like it usually does. You don't catch a glimpse of him lingering in the mirror whilst you brush your teeth.

You're glad.

You didn't want to see his ugly mug anyway.

Strange how such a big presence can vanish so easily, without a trace or hint of where he went, leaving this big farmhouse feeling like a husk of what it usually does. The temperature drops a degree or two when he's around, but without him, it feels like you've set up camp in the Arctic. How can a dead man bring so much life to a place?

But the covers are tucked around you in the morning.

You can't see him, but when you step into the kitchen, sleepy-eyed and yawning, you can feel him wisping around you. That invisible presence seeking for anything to get back on your good side.

The toast lifts itself onto a plate before it can be burnt by that old, barely functioning toaster of yours. On the table, the weekly grocery ad flips open to a discount on new toasters, a lazily written note scrawled beneath it. 'They even have the color you were wanting! :)'

He pulls the chair out for you to sit, and when you defiantly head out onto the porch to eat, he pulls the patio chair out for you too. You hate giving him the satisfaction of helping, but it's hard to avoid him when he's free to roam this entire property.

But the one thing you've forgotten is just how hot Wabang can get, even this early in the morning. Birds tiredly chirp from their nests, unwilling to take flight beneath the sweltering sun; the old wind chime is silent, not even the slightest breeze appearing to help it sing its tune. You've been outside for a mere five minutes, and yet sweat already beads on your forehead.

A cold nothingness wisps past you. Round and round your little patio table, stirring up a breeze that doesn't reach the trees.

"You can come out, Rhett," fighting your laugh is futile because it slips out as you speak, dancing through the air in tune with the wind chime.

The opposite chair scoots out on its own, a pale blue mist collecting in the seat; it'll take him a moment to get settled back into form. "Did ya happen to find my headstone yesterday?"

Your head is shaking before he can get his sentence out. "Are you sure you were buried in Wabang?"

"I don't know where else I'd be," Rhett's face isn't fully there yet, but his scowl is, settled deep into his nonexistent features. "Wabang was the only place my folks ever knew."

Your heavy tongue can't be brought to tell him about the graves you did find. Royal and Cecelia buried together, their son Perry right next to them, and their granddaughter Amy buried in the row in front of them, next to a headstone simply titled 'Autumn.'

Rhett should know. He deserves to know where his family rests, but you can't bring yourself to tell Rhett that his killer was given the privilege of being buried next to his parents. Don't know how to tell him that the Amelia County Sherrif dug up an old newspaper declaring Perry Abbott as not guilty of Rhett's murder.

"C'n I bug you to put a cup of coffee out?" Rhett chirps, and that permanently scruffy face almost looks real. His eyes must have been as blue as the ocean deep when he was alive, for even now, they glow with their color. The only thing off about him is his slight transparency and the rays of sunlight that spear through his body.

"You didn't smell it enough this morning?" You ask, but you're getting up anyway; you'd rather not deny his request and risk him making a mess by trying to do it himself.

His boots click across the old wood, in perfect tune with your step, "wasn't here."

"Where did you go?" You're already grabbing his mug out of the cupboard, other hand reaching for the coffee pot.

He's quiet for a moment, and then, "barn." When you turn around, he's no longer there, a plume of mist once more, but you don't need to see him to know that his eyes are transfixed on the ground. "Didn't think y'wanted me in the house after last night."

Most people would love it if their ghosts would leave the residence; let them live in peace without being heckled by the souls who can't move on. You'd know; you were one of them, once upon a time.

"You don't have to leave every time we bicker, Rhett," it feels strange to say, but those words are spoken directly from the heart, "this is your house too."

He manifests again. Back to his favorite spot beneath the edge of the kitchen table, cross-legged, where he can peek out to see what you're doing. A little too big to fit, but he makes it work.

Like clockwork, his right-hand toys with the cracked edge of a linoleum tile, the one he's pulled up numerous times in the past.

"Please don't tear up my tile," you try to say it as gently as you can; you know why he's so drawn to it, but you really don't want to spend an afternoon fixing your beloved floor again. Wordless, he leaves his spot, content to settle down in a kitchen chair and smell his coffee. The closest he can get to enjoying its flavor.

You wind up back in bed early in the afternoon. Downed by a migraine that refuses to pass, settling deep into your skull, brought on by an unknown cause. You think it may be from the obnoxiously strong air freshener you plugged in; Rhett blames it on your cellphone.

"Care for some company?"

You're fortunate that Rhett Abbott is easy on the eyes because it's difficult to open them. There he is, standing near the edge of the bed, in the same spot you met him three years ago.

At least this time, the two of you aren't screaming, startled by each other's sudden presence.

"As long as you don't hog the sheets," comes your conclusion, and the bed is dipping as soon as the last word has left your mouth. A weight that isn't there settles across from you, a human-shaped indent that by all means shouldn't exist.

Rhett's hair falls into his face as his pretty head lands on the pillow, snuggling against it, and you know he's trying his best to remain as solid as he can. He says he's not touch-starved, but you're starting to think that he's lying.

Your hand wanders out on its own, carefully settling against that misty cheek, trying not to go through him. "You look a little more solid than usual."

"Only took a couple years of practice," the corner of his lip rises with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

Oh, why does he have to look so sad when your hand inevitably passes through him?

You don't know if ghosts can cry, but his eyes seem to water as he feels your touch falter. They always do, but it never gets any easier to look at. It never gets easier, watching his smile wobble back into a frown, and his form grow a little more opaque.

Opening your arms to him probably isn't the best move to make. You've both discussed this; roommates is as far as this relationship can ever go because anything more asks for nothing but heartache. Heartache, such as the crushing feeling of feeling him squirm closer and not being able to feel him when you wrap your arms around his waist.

The only sign that he's real is the coldness you feel against your chest as his head settles against there. And, maybe, just maybe, you think you can feel wisps of his hair tickling your skin.

"What the hell is that?"

You haven't even taken it out of the box, and Rhett is already puffing up like a feral cat about it. "What does it look like, Rhett?"

The living room light flickers, his blue mist settling into the corner of the couch, as far as he can get from the box sitting on the floor. Refuses to take any more form than he already has, doesn't know how to react to this new thing that now sits in the same room as him.

"I don't have a clue," he says after a moment.

"It's a video game console," you want to take it out of the box and prove that it's not going to hurt him, but you don't want him getting any more surprised than he already is.

Against all odds, it seems you've got his attention because you can see his face now, head cocked to the side like a puppy. "A huh?"

"It connects to the television," nodding your head toward the flat screen next to you, "you can use it to play games on it."

He perks at that. "You can play checkers on the TV?"

Checkers wasn't what you had in mind, but you're sure it's on there.

There's a lot of fumbling involved. All the various cords and manuals only serve to confuse him more than he already is, and though he tries his best to help, he's not much assistance. There are less than five cords for the system, and he thinks they're all HDMI cables. But he's helpful when it comes to squeezing behind the television, at least.

"So that box...puts the game on the screen?" He asks as soon as you've settled onto the couch together, scooted as close as he can possibly get. "And you use that thing to play?"

For a cowboy who grew up in the days of black-and-white television, he catches on quickly. "For the most part, yes."

You'd won this thing in a raffle held down at the Bison Valley Bank of Wyoming, entered just for the hell out of it while you were down there a couple of months ago. How you won a new gaming console and why it came with a second controller, hot pink in color, you'll never know.

Rhett's simply poking at the joystick, unwilling to pick it up just yet, but you know he'll take to it like he did your television. Later, you'll wish you hadn't, but for now, you'll download one of his favorite board games.

"Monopoly?" He's fighting it, but there's still a twinge of excitement in his tone.

Now he's picking it up.

And within the hour, you regret even bringing the damn console into the house because you lose. Horribly. As soon as Rhett figured out the controls and the slight change in rules, you knew you didn't stand a chance. You can't even be upset about your crippling loss because he's kicking his legs back and forth and giggling.

"One more round?" He pleads, those opaque eyes sparkling with their childlike wonder, and you know he's never going to let this controller go.

"Let me get a drink, and then we'll play another," are you only agreeing because you enjoy the melody of laughter coming from your household ghost?

Absolutely not.

...okay, maybeyou are, but still.

At least he can't see your smile as you head for the kitchen, socked feet pattering across the cold hardwood without much of a sound. Already formulating a plan in your head, the next surprise move that might help you beat Rhett at one of his favorite games. If you can buy all four railroads before Rhett does...

The floor bends beneath your foot. Something crackles.

"Rhett, can you come here for a second?" Frozen in place, afraid to make another move. The lights are off; you can't see what's going on, but something feels wrong.

His presence is there before you can think any further, a chill ghosting over your body as he breezes around you. Circling like he's making an attempt at thwarting your fears before he flicks the light switch on.

And now you see it.

The kitchen floor is beginning to cave in, bowing inwards, right where your kitchen table sits. Beneath your foot, the tile has begun to crack, breaking into smaller pieces that cannot withstand any amount of weight on top of it.

"That floor's fixin' to collapse, doll," comes his voice, seemingly from all directions.

You're moving to step off of it and venture back out into the presumably safe hallway. But the floor crackles even louder. Tiles buckling beneath both of your feet. Sinking lower.

"I don't think I can," your body sways, fighting to remain upright.

Rhett's silently wrapping around you, formless blue mist shaping around you like a hug, tugging you away with a surprising amount of force. Practically takes your feet out from under you as he hauls you out of the kitchen.

"You're stronger than you look," you mutter in the hallway. Where the floor is solid and doesn't threaten to come out from under you.

"Only when I'm wantin' to be," he mutters directly into your ear, and you're suddenly glad that you've never asked how strong he is, as a ghost and all, "Now what kind of drink were you after?"

Rhett's your kitchen boy for the next three days until you can get someone to come and take a look at your floor. Balancing drinks and plastic cups that occasionally end in a tragic spill because he's not as good at balancing small objects. The first person never shows up; the second arrives bright and early in the morning, interrupting your morning conversation with Rhett on the porch.

"Now, like I said before, I don't have my equipment on me, so I can't guarantee you that this is the case," the guy begins, and you really, really hope he doesn't look up and see Rhett's dumbass sitting on the counter, "but my biggest guess is that your foundation has been exposed to too much moisture for too long."

"What's the worst-case scenario for this?" Your attention flickers between him and Rhett; what if it's something that you can't afford to fix?

He pauses to press his foot against the floor one more time, carefully surveying the way it shakes beneath the weight, tile crackling once more, "now it's highly unlikely, but worst case scenario, in my opinion, would be a sinkhole."

Your face drops.

"But that's highly unlikely," and he doesn't seem too concerned as he turns to face you, "I wouldn't worry until we get back out here and tear up the floor this coming Monday."

So Monday it is. That will be the day you find out if it's a simple fix or if you'll have no choice but to move out and leave your beloved house ghost all by his lonesome. Rhett seems to catch onto that thought, too. Remarkably quiet for the rest of the afternoon.

You can't blame him. For about forty-five years, this house was occupied by a family of religious folk who used some sort of herb to quite literally render Rhett into a state of unconsciousness. One too many surprise appearances in the mirror doomed him to sleep for all those years, only -reawakening after you moved in and scrubbed this old farmhouse from top to bottom.

He's never known what it's like to be alone. The closest he's come to it is the sporadic vacations you've taken over the past couple of years. None of which have lasted longer than a week, but all of which have ended in him waiting on the porch, tackling you the moment you stepped out of your car.

Unless he can attach himself to you, he'll never be able to wander further than the fields that surround your home.

Rhett doesn't take form again until Sunday night.

You don't know why you've drug these two lawn chairs out into the lawn, past the gravel that eats up the area around the house, but you have. Lounging, gazing up at the moon and stars hanging high above your heads, pointing out all the shapes you find amongst them.

The portable radio drones lowly in between you, stuck on the same old country station, ever since Rhett and his ghostly ways accidentally jammed it last summer.

"Do you wanna dance with me?"

And you don't know if...did you make that up in your head? Or was that just the radio?

"You know I'm not drunk this time, right?" Your head tilts, aiming to get a glimpse of him. He's already looking at you, smiles weakly as you meet his eye. Laying here, cloaked in the silvery light of the moon, he looks...real. If you reached out, you're sure you'd feel the scruff of his cheek scratch at your palm.

He hums, "I know." Pausing, just for a moment, to look up at the stars one more time. Your eyes follow, scanning the speckled sky, delighted to catch the tail end of a shooting star. You should make a wish...but you can't think of anything to wish for. "I just...wanted t' know what kinda dancer you are when you're sober."

"Alright," comes your answer; dry, nothing more to add to it.

And you don't know where it comes from, but Rhett reaches off to the side of his chair and plucks a translucent cowboy hat off the ground. Takes care to dust it off with his scarred palm, even though nothing can possibly dirty it, before carefully placing it atop his head.

He holds his hand out for you to take as if it's something that's become possible all of a sudden, and against better judgment, you do just that. Slipping your palm into the chilly illusion of his, deceiving yourself into believing that you feel his fingers curling around your hand. It's not, but as he leads you out further into the grass, it becomes easy to deceive yourself.

"Whoever taught you to dance, anyway?" You giggle as he spins you around; catches you by the waist when you come to face him once more.

He grins, big and wide, and you think you see his teeth glint in the moonlight. "You give amazin' lessons when you're drunk."

Oh, how easy it is.

Dancing beneath the moon, in nothing but your pajamas, held close by the ghost of a cowboy whose soul fits against your own like a puzzle piece. He doesn't know what he's doing, and if he were human, you're sure he'd be stepping on your feet, but he moves in such wonderous tune with your body that it feels like a daydream. His cold forehead rests against yours, ocean eyes peering deep into the deepest crevices of who you are.

You're drifting away from the grass and into the driveway, feet kicking up loose gravel with each and every step. Sweeping past your car, your shoulder narrowly avoids the passenger side mirror. You should be looking where you're going, you're going to drift too close to the porch and fall, but Rhett's gaze is so captivating that you can't bring yourself to look away.

How is it that your heart only longs for the ghost of a cowboy?

And why do you get the feeling that his heart utters the same for you?

"You're thinkin' awful hard," the hand that curls around your cheek feels so real, the vague callous of a thumb stroking beneath the corner of your eye.

"Just figuring out how I'm going to pack you up and take you with me," your words are a poorly collected lie; you both know it, but he doesn't call you out on it.

Oh, and he's pushing your noses together with all the boldness of a man who knows what he wants. Your fingers are trying to tangle in his hair, and it's of no use, but you do it anyway, uncaring of how your hands sink through that collection of mist.

"Take me with you, hm?" He's slowing to a stop, the arm around your waist drawing you closer to him. "What happens when y' find someone to settle down with? Y'gonna turn me into the ring bearer at the weddin'?"

"Fortunately," your gaze flickers down his face, and you're so, so sure he's real, "I've already found that someone."

Rhett has no need for oxygen, and yet he sucks in a breath of air anyway, a little reflex remaining even after all this time.

One of you should shut this down right here before it goes too far. But your arms are wrapping around those broad shoulders, precariously balanced upon the thick collection of mist that makes up Rhett Abbott's ghost. The hand on your cheek is dropping to cup your jaw, and the world spins even faster as both of you lean in. His cold breath fans out against your lips, your eyes meet one more time, and...

Kissing him is the only thing you have ever needed.

A heart-stopping boom tears through the silence. Glass shattering in hot pursuit. As your eyes flutter open, the kitchen light goes out.

"What was that?" Your feet are already moving, Rhett's form dissolving into a thin mist, following at your side.

"I don't know," his distant voice rings, "please be careful."

You can hardly heed his warning. Sweeping past the front door, not bothering to take your shoes off, as you head for the kitchen. It's too dark to see, forcing you to fumble for the dining room light that you never use. Your hands graze over the switch, flipping it on, and, and—

The kitchen floor is nearly gone.

Replaced by a deep, cavernous hole that seems to reach deep into the earth. Consumes over half of the floor where your table once sat, reaching from your cabinets to your teetering refrigerator, on the verge of falling in.

"I don't suppose you have any ideas on how to get your spirit to attach to a living person, do you?" You hope Rhett can't pick up on the shake in your tone; there's no way insurance will cover a damn sinkhole.

But your question is met with silence.

"Rhett?" You're turning, and...he's not there. The air is unusually warm, not a speck of mist to be found. "Rhett?" Trying again, louder this time, as you head for the door, because maybe he's outside, maybe he's...

He's not there either. Maybe he's upstairs. Yeah, when he panics, he usually hides out in his old bedroom. He's just upstairs.

The door slams shut.

A second crash follows suit; you don't want to know if that was your refrigerator or if the sinkhole expanded even further.

"Rhett, this isn't funny," shaking the door knob. Locked from the inside. "Rhett, open the door!"

He doesn't.

The windows are all locked down tight. Even the one you intentionally leave unlocked. You find your car keys sitting atop the roof of your car, the paint scratched from where they've been thrown from a distance.

Rhett's chilly presence doesn't visit you when you sleep in the car that night.

He's not there to spook the contractor when he and his crew arrive early in the morning. You don't find him sitting on the couch when they kick the door down, and he's not on your bed when you sneak up the stairs, even after you're warned against going to the second floor. He isn't even there when countless faces enter your home to check out just what is going on in your kitchen.

"I've never seen this before," one of them tells you, her brows furrowed as she looks at her clipboard once more, "but it's not a sinkhole at all."

You don't know if you heard her correctly. "It's not?"

"It's a fifteen-foot hole that must have been dug by a past owner," she pauses to flip through her phone, presenting you with a photo of...just a dirt hole. Nothing special about it in the slightest. "They never refilled it, either; it was only a matter of time before the foundation collapsed into it."

Your mind flickers to your seemingly non-existent ghost. Rhett's never told a lot about his murder, but you know for sure that it happened in the kitchen. "Did you find anything down there?"

That seems to give her pause, ink pen tapping idly against her lips as she rechecks her pages and pages of notes. "Aside from your refrigerator and debris from the collapse...," flicking through another page, "it was completely empty! Nothing to worry about."

Well, at least now you know Rhett's not buried beneath the kitchen floor.

Even worse, his spirit no longer lurks within the paper-thin walls of this century-old farmhouse. You call for him in the fields, disturbing the cattle your neighbor keeps, and you beg for him to be there when you crawl out of bed in the morning. But the house remains warm; the only mist you find is in the fog that settles over your home after it rains, and he doesn't come out to mess with the teen boys employed to carry in bags of dirt, to fill the hole with.

Doesn't even appear when Trevor's F-150, with its irritating color-shifting paint, pulls into the driveway one evening.

"And so there was just a hole under your floor this whole time?" He's sitting in Rhett's favorite spot, cheap beer balanced carelessly between his legs. Has already spilled it once, leaving a stain on your cushion, and you'd tell him off if you weren't hoping it would infuriate Rhett into showing his face.

"The going theory is that one of the past owners dug it," glancing toward the mirror as you speak; still no ghost.

"I bet you more than anything that it's related to that Abbott murder," Trevor says, picking his drink up once more.

Your heart lurches in your chest. "Murder?"

"Did the realtor not tell ya?" Why is he scratching his cheek with the edge of his beer can? "That uh...what's his name? Perry, that's right, got into it with his brother and beat 'em to death in the kitchen."

"They told me someone died, but they never really elaborated," you mutter as he scoots a little closer. "Do you know what the argument was about?"

Trevor's heavy arm slings over your shoulder, drawing you near, musky cologne rudely meeting your nose. This is the same man you've been pursuing for months, so why is it that all of a sudden, your stomach churns at his touch? "Think it was...mmm, I think it was over some broad that went missing a couple of months before. Perry's wife, fiance, or something like that."

The alcohol on his breath has your senses reeling, overwhelmed with a sudden onset of nausea. Rhett didn't have much of a scent, but the little he carried was nothing but leather and honeyed sweetness. Your memory of his touch is brief, can count on one hand the amount of times he wrapped an arm around you, but he never dragged you into his chest like Trevor does.

"I'm sorry," speaking gently, you slide out from under his arm, rising to your feet, "I can't do this."

Trevor's face falls; you already regret speaking up, "what do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, I thought I could, but I just..." shaking your head, eyes landing on the hot pink controller that Rhett once played with, "I can't."

"The fuck do you mean you can't?" He's shooting up from his seat, beer can hitting the floor, the golden liquid splashing across the hardwood.

Your mouth is opening, but you don't get a chance to speak.

"You sure could when you were begging me to stay in this freaky ass house of yours last week!" Roaring, face twinging with red as he tries to close the space between you. Your heart is pounding in your ears. Loud bangings that rattle you so hard the house seems to shake with it. "You put me through all this just to tell me no?"

"I didn't put you through a damn thing!" Your voice echoes through the house, tone fierce, yet your feet timidly take one step back for each one Trevor takes forward. The floor seems to tremble beneath you. An earthquake that only you can feel.

Trevor's quiet at that.

You'd rather if he just yelled.

Because now he's got you creeping backward, and there's only so much space you can back up into. Your voice is caught in your throat. Stifled by something invisible. Mouth opening, but nothing comes out. The light in the kitchen goes out. Glitters of gold flitter past your head like tiny sugar plum fairies.

All of a sudden, Trevor lurches toward you.

Your head smacks against the wall. Jumping away from him.

"You think that little of me," he laughs, incredulous, "you think that fucking little of me?"

"Trevor." Your voice bursts past your lips. Shaky. But there. "Stop."

"Or what, huh?" Spit hits your face. His hand slams next to your head. Breaking through the drywall. "You owe me! I didn't spend all this goddamn time just for you to up and change your little fucking mind!"

"They asked you to stop." That's not your voice.

And it's not Trevor's, either.

Heavy boots thump across the floor. Spurs jingling with every step. Next to your head, a dirt-covered hand takes hold of Trevor's wrist. Muscles flex as it tears Trevor's fist out of the wall. Shoves it into his chest.

Trevor's reddened face has gone stark white. Trips over his own boots as a hulking, dirt-coated figure steps in front of you. Broad shoulders, covered by a vaguely patterned flannel; plaid, it looks like. Dark brown curls rest at his nape, unruly hair flowing freely. Suspiciously similar to...

"Who the fuck is this?" Trevor's still backing up, and this vaguely familiar man eats up every inch of space that's put between them.

"The house ghost." And that's...that's...

Trevor runs for the door before you can finish your thought. Slams it shut behind himself, like it'll keep him from being followed. Truck already rumbling to life. Downright roaring as the vehicle tears out of the driveway, sending gravel clanking against your windows.

But that's not what you're paying attention to.

Truly, you should be concerned about your windows being broken. But all you can do is look towards your kitchen because the light flickers back on. Gives you a momentary glance at a bottomless hole that's returned once more. Leaving behind no trace of the dirt that once filled it. Thin wisps of gold dance through it like an aurora, seemingly alive as they move.

You blink, and it's halfway gone. The edges shrinking inward until the hole is no more. Leaving behind that same freshly packed dirt.

Leaving behind...

"Rhett?"

He jolts at the sound of his name. As if he's surprised you're even speaking to him. Has yet to speak; confirm it's really him, but you already know the answer to that. He turns. Slow. And you can't help but wonder if that really is dirt because it seems to be fading away.

Slow, your hand drifts out from your side, and when your fingers curl around his jaw, you don't know if it's you who sucks in a breath of air or him.

Scruffy. Unshaven face scratching at your soft palm, dirt sticking to your skin as your thumb soothes over a remaining patch stuck to his cheek. Warm. He's warm. And he's hesitantly pushing his head into your hand, and, and—

"Rhett." You say it once more. The only thing you know how to say.

Tears well in those eyes. They're as blue as you ever could have hoped they would be. So, so real, not a shred of translucence to their color. One spills over onto his cheek, rolling until it's caught and wiped away by your thumb.

His arms are moving, hesitant to wrap around you, and you know he's worried about getting dirt on you, but the only thing you care about is stepping into him. Wrapping your trembling arms around that big, warm body of his and feeling him squeeze you into his chest. Where his heart beats heavy, thunking against you with the strength of an ox.

"I don't know how..." he whispers, hot breath tickling your neck, where he's buried his face.

"You're still an ass for locking me out of my own house," you're trying to sound irritated, but it's difficult to feign annoyance when he squeezes you a little tighter.

"Didn't want you bein' sucked in like I was," it's so strange to hear his voice like this, no longer a disembodied sound, "I...it just...kept suckin' me in every time I got out."

You're leaning away, and God, you don't want to leave those strong, trembling arms, but you want to see that face of his even more. The wrinkles beneath his eyes, the wobble of thin, chapped lips as they rise into a meager smile.

The callouses of his fingers drag against the soft skin of your cheek as his big hand settles there. Not the misty, barely there touch you're used to, but just as gentle as it's always been. His nose bumps against yours. Don't know who's leaning in. You shouldn't. You shouldn't do this.

This time, you know for sure that it's you who closes the gap between your bodies. It's you who catches this cowboy's lips in your own, reveling in that surprised gasp of his.

If you thought that kissing his ghost was heaven, then this is something else entirely.

Molding together like you were made just for this, his hand on your cheek and yours delving into his messy hair. Feeling the strength of the arm that curls around your waist and breathing in those faint notes of leather and honey and something warm that you can't quite place.

He pauses for a moment, breaks into a big, dumb smile as you meet his eye once more. And then he leans in to kiss you once more, hands cradling your cheeks, like you're a delicate flower whose petals will fall if he doesn't hold you together. His body shudders with something torn between a giggle and a sob, tears rolling down his cheeks, but he's smiling so much that your teeth clack together.

Your name tumbles off of his lips. Then again and again, like he's trying to memorize the feel of it in his mouth. The way it rolls off his tongue and twists through the air, the sound seeming to kiss your ears when it meets them.

"Rhett," mirroring him, and oh, how he perks at that. Has he always reacted so beautifully to you calling his name?

"Say it again," his nose bumps against yours as he speaks, "Please. Wanna hear you say it again." So eager to hear you that he looks two steps away from a puppy, the tears in his eyes shimmering with wonder as you open your mouth once more.

"Rhett," you whisper, like it's a secret shared on the playground, and then, again, "Rhett."

This time, when your back hits the wall, it's because a bright-eyed cowboy is carefully backing you into it, one hand protecting the back of your head as he dresses his body against yours. Smiling too much to kiss you, can't seem to get over the feeling of your skin against his, the overwhelming reality of whatever this is.

"We probably shouldn't be..." Higher thinking rushes back to your head in a whirlwind, thoughts running wild in the darkest crevices of your mind. What if's and why's and wonderings of how this happened, if it's permanent or temporary. "What if we cross that line, and you go back to being a ghost?"

You don't think you'll ever adjust to the sound of Rhett breathing or the way his eyelashes flutter as he thinks for a moment. He's licking his lips, mouth opening, and, "What if we don't cross that line and spend our whole lives regrettin' it?"

One too many kisses may leave you longing for him for the rest of your life, but one too few may leave you carrying eternal heartache. And that's only if he goes back to being a ghost. But he feels real. When you press your palm to his chest, his warm hand covers it, guiding it to rest over his beating heart. Little thumpings that shouldn't be there, full of life and love and all just for you.

He could have come back to life for anyone. But he came back for you.

To hell with it.

Your bodies collide like galaxies. Blinded by a frantic kiss that promises bruises to your lips. Flecks of gold fall from his body as your hands roam, tugging at a flannel, at his hair, at his hands. Legs tangling because you're moving too quickly, and he's still adjusting to walking rather than floating.

Only break apart long enough to tumble up the stairs; Rhett almost trips over every one of them. Struggling to keep his confidence but boosted along by the kisses you pepper to his reddened cheeks and the gentle tuggings of your hand in his.

Your back hits the bed with all the grace of a newborn fawn, Rhett tumbling right along with you, chuckling into the crook of your neck. Under the dim lighting of your bedroom lamp, it's easy to catch onto the deep bruising that scatters beneath his right eye.

"These are from Perry, aren't they," it's more of an observation than a question, your fingers soothing over the marks as if they can somehow heal them.

Rhett's pressing a kiss to your wrist as it roams past, "Don' wanna think 'bout that son 'f a bitch right now."

You can work with that.

Especially when your bodies squirm further up the bed, his hips settling between your legs, forearms bracing themselves on either side of your head, heaving chests against one another. His lips solid against your own, hungry, urged on by the nails that dig into his shoulders for leverage.

"You'll tell me if I'm goin' too far?" He's speaking into your kiss, unwilling to remove himself any further.

Maybe there's a second ghost in this house because something possesses you to roll your hips up into his. Such a faint pressure, the rough bulge in his jeans rubbing against your soft pajama shorts, but it's so much compared to what used to be. "I will," you're interrupted by his mouth once more, "but I'm sure you'll be the one asking me to stop before the end of the night."

Your hand has a mind of its own, wandering down his chest, flattening out to feel the muscles that ripple along his stomach, hidden from view by his shirt. They flex under your touch, a simple thing that makes your head spin. By some method of madness, that shirt is still tightly tucked into his jeans, the material hard to get ahold of.

Rhett shifts above you, unintentionally moving when you feel for some slack in his shirt, something to get ahold of, and your hand wildly overshoots. Palm splaying out against the front of his jeans instead.

"'m not so sure 'bout that, sweetheart," he groans, a deep, guttural noise escaping him as he reaches down, catches your fleeting hand, and guides you to press against him once more. "I ain't had a dick for the better half of a fuckin' century."

These old jeans are thick, but even so, you can still feel him twitch against your touch. This wasn't what you were aiming for in the slightest, but watching him shiver as you massage over the outline of his bulge is a hell of a sight.

"Sensitive," you're only lightly teasing; any more words and you'll be fumbling with his belt buckle.

"You're one to talk," he mutters, head dropping to press his lips to the meet of your jaw, teeth tugging the skin there.

You think your eyes may pop out of your head. "I thought you promised to stay out of my bedroom when I didn't invite you in."

"Wasn't in the bedroom, baby," he's chuckling, breath tickling your ear as he works his way towards it, "When you're a ghost, you hear everythin'."

Then he's leaning back, leaves you feeling cold as he fumbles with his jeans, boots hitting the floor with two solid thunks. An involuntary whine works its way out of you, reaching aimlessly for him.

"Don't wanna get y'all dirty, sweetheart," he soothes, catching your hand and pressing kisses to your knuckles. Pops open his belt buckle with a pinch of his fingers, and soon those dirty jeans are sliding off, revealing milky white thighs, mottled with bright spots of red and deep purples, a badly bruised knee to match.

...as well as a pair of boxers patterned with bright red hearts.

"Y'ain't gonna believe me," Rhett's staring down at them too, teeth worrying his bottom lip, "but I have no fuckin' memory of wearin' these." The tips of his ears have gone bright red. Another quirk hidden until now.

"We'll get them off soon enough, I'm sure," you say, leaning up to let him peel your shirt over your head.

As soon as it's out of sight, Rhett's lips return to your neck, one wandering hand soothing up your side, not stopping until it reaches your breast. Does nothing more than feel you in his hand, sucking at a soft spot beneath your ear that has you fighting the urge to close your eyes.

Your hands wander, one wrapping around a surprisingly muscled bicep while the other delves between your bodies once more. Feeling down his sturdy chest, past his stomach, and not stopping until you can take hold of him through his boxers.

"Fuck," his body jolts, "'re you sure 'm not dreamin'?"

"I thought ghosts didn't sleep?" You're parroting something you so clearly recall him mentioning in the past, can't place the memory yet. Don't really care to, either. The only thing on your mind is the way your fingers wander past his waistband, wrapping around his cock that jumps at your touch.

He's thicker than you imagined he'd be.

Moans prettier, too, for that matter. A little bit breathy and so Rhett.

"Hands of yours are so fuckin' small," he's muttering in between kisses as he works his way back to your lips. Can't kiss you because a jolted grunt interrupts him, a symphony of sounds as you slowly stroke him. Oversensitive, the first touch he's felt in decades.

His hair drops into his face, acts as a curtain when you look down to where your hand is working him. Can hardly see what you're doing, but you do catch a glimpse of precum beading at his flushed tip, hearing his gasp when your thumb swipes over it.

"Y'need to stop that," he huffs, voice nothing but air, "gonna...fuck, 'm gonna cum if you keep..." And despite asking you to stop, he grumbles when you let go of him.

Hands now free, you reach for your shorts, not sure why you feel so shy when he helps you tug them down your legs; it's not like he hasn't seen you naked before. From you forgetting he's there to him accidentally floating into the shower while you were using it.

But these eyes are not the translucent ones you're used to, with their expression hidden by deviations in his mist. No, these eyes darken as they drink up the sight of you, every little thought in his head spoken through his gaze. But even as he kicks his boxers off, shirt going right along with it, you can't help but feel like hiding under the sheets.

"'ve I ever told you that you're beautiful?" His voice breaks the silence, stroking the inside of your knee as he speaks.

You don't have words for that.

He doesn't need them.

You really don't have words for when he takes hold of your wrist, guiding it up and taking two of your fingers into his mouth. Tongue carefully swirling around each of them, soaking them with a content hum. Your eyebrows furrow, to which he raises his other hand. Dirt beneath his nails and caught in the wrinkles of his hand.

Ah.

Reluctantly, you pull your fingers from his warm mouth, and you're pleasantly surprised to find that there's hardly any resistance when you press them inside. Open and already wet, helped along by a moment of fun you'd had in the morning, hoping a familiar ghost may come to help you along.

"How did you know I kept my lube in the bottom drawer?" You can't help but ask, watching as he fishes around for it.

The tips of his ears are red again. "I learned the hard way not to float through bedside tables."

He's the one who uncaps the container, but it's you who reaches out for him to pour it into your palm. Not because you're concerned with dirt but because you want to feel him in your hand again. Twitching when you take hold of him, a thick vein running along the side of his length. He has to stifle a noise with each stroke, squeezing your knee all the while.

"You're sure you're ready for me?" He asks when you urge him closer.

"I'm sure I'll be fine, cowboy," fighting back a noise as you guide him down, letting him push between your folds, some lazy, teasing thing that has his plush head dragging past your clit. Sensitive, almost has you considering making him fuck you like this instead.

But he's catching against your entrance, and you've daydreamed about this man too many times to pass up the opportunity.

That tentative, forward tilt of his hips is enough to make your head spin. Pressure blooming as he pushes into you, careful, like you'll shatter into a million pieces if he's too quick.

"Rhett," you whisper, don't quite know why.

"'m here," he's coming back down, nose pressing against yours in his own little way of reassurance, "I've got you."

Your earlier rendezvous didn't end well for you, but you're so thankful for it in hindsight because his cock stretches you wide. Blunt head dragging against your walls, massaging past the bundle of nerves you couldn't seem to find with a toy, your thighs squeezing his pale hips.

"So tight for me," he pauses about midway, or what you think is midway, at least, "you're sure 'm not hurtin' you?"

Your head spins, loose on your shoulders, "I'm okay."

With a noise of his own, Rhett starts to move again, draws back a little before pushing further, and you can't help but wonder if he's holding his breath. Your nails bite into his shoulders, hanging on as he finally bottoms out, now flush against you. His mouth moves, but he can't speak. Only capable of releasing a shaky breath, lazily catching your lips in his.

He doesn't need to be asked to move, catching on the moment you grind yourself against him. Withdrawing slow, shallow, before pushing back in, and you're so, so full. Clinging to his shoulders to stay in place, feeling like you'll float away when he brushes against those nerves again.

Fuck, he's just begun to move, and you're already biting your lip. Don't know how you're going to keep yourself quiet because he massages past that little spot every time he moves, never lets it alone.

His thumb pulls your lip out from between your teeth, "Let me hear you, darlin'."

His words alone have your cunt fluttering around him, and you're leaning into the palm that cups your cheek, mouth falling open. "Rhett, fuck."

You don't think you need to reach down between your bodies, but you do anyway, fingers pressing to your long-neglected clit. Working in tandem with Rhett's quickening hips, jolting as his angle shifts.

"There?" He says as if he hasn't already found that damned spot. All you can manage is a nod, a whimpered 'uhuh' escaping you.

And he's doubling down, cock head kissing that oversensitive spot again and again. Grins wickedly when you shudder beneath him, nails dragging down his pale shoulders, panting into his mouth.

"Fuck, this sweet lil' pussy of yours feels so good 'round me," he groans, thrusts becoming harder now that he's remembered the ropes. Heavy balls smacking against you, and you really hope there aren't any more house ghosts who can hear the sinful sounds whistling through the air. "'s this what you've been needin', hm?

"Rhett," you don't know how to speak, his name tumbling off your tongue.

"Bringin' home all those dates that could never make you cum," his voice dropping an octave deeper, damn near growling, but the softness in his eyes suggest he wouldn't hurt a fly. "Wouldn't have terrorized 'em if they woulda treated you better."

That's why he chased them all off? God, how many times did you bring someone home, thinking he was gone? And how many times has he daydreamed about having you beneath him, whimpering his name as he fucks you nice and proper.

You should be mad, but you can't. Not when you're falling apart at the seams, hand sliding from his shoulders, barely clinging to his bicep. Bounced by every heavy thrust, can't keep your fingers on your pulsing clit, tightening around him as something warm blossoms between your legs.

And he must be able to feel it because his eyes flicker into the back of his head, if only for a moment. "You gonna cum on my cock for me, sweetheart?"

This is new. Fuck, this is so, so new and so much. No longer able to keep your eyes open, tongue lazy in your mouth, words long forgotten as you try to nod your head. Mind clouded with thoughts of Rhett, Rhett, Rhett.

"Shit, y'got me so damn close, baby," he rasps, hair tickling your cheek as he presses kisses there, "You want me to cum on those cute thighs of yours? Or your sweet little tummy?"

You don't have the answer to that question. Distracted by the crumbling of his rhythm, thrusts growing shaky, in perfect tune with the tightening coil in your lower belly. Almost there. Almost there.

He's still talking. "Or would you rather I cum nice 'n deep in this pretty pussy of yours," you regret opening your eyes. All you see is the sweat beading at his forehead and strong hips working you over. Fat cock disappearing into your wet pussy, elicits a dizzying squelch every time. "Pump you nice 'n full of me, just so you'll need me to fuck it out of ya in the mornin'."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Where's your voice? Where's your voice? "I-inside."

Rhett's breathy "yeah?" is all you fucking need. Your back rises up off the mattress, head tilting back with a silent cry as you cum around his cock.

"There you go," Each pump of his length into you only sends your head higher up into the stratosphere. Whimpering, clamping down around him as a shudder washes over you. "Feel so good when you're clampin' 'round me like that."

And he's still fucking going. Fucking you through it, beating against that bundle of nerves even when you begin to tremble, after-shocks still tearing through you.

"Hang on for me, baby," his eyes are bolted shut, chasing his high, biceps shaking, so, so close.

"Please, Rhett," you whisper, your hand soothing over his hardened face. Those deep blues flutter open, softening at the sight of you, like he's just seen an angel "Cum for me."

A whimper tumbles past his lips, a second one follows suit, and then those eyes are closing once more, hips stuttering to a halt as his orgasm hits him. Tiny noises escaping his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck, the familiar tune of your name tumbling off his sweet tongue. Filling you with his cum, making good on his promise, jolting as you involuntarily pulse around him.

For a while, the air is silent.

Until Rhett lifts his head and kisses up your sensitive neck, sending you into a fit of giggles. "C'n we take a bath t'gether?" He murmurs, seemingly shy, unable to meet your eye.

"So long as you agree to bubbles, baby." Baby. You don't think you've ever called him that.

You can't wait to do it again.

For decades, the folks of Wabang, Wyoming, have whispered the tale of two brothers. Gossiping about a murder they presumed to have taken place, for they knew that Perry Abbott was a violent man, and it was only a matter of time before his little brother became the next punching bag.

Never have they whispered about the hole that opened beneath the kitchen floor, swallowing Rhett's near-lifeless body up, escorting him to an unknown safety while leaving his lonely spirit behind. They don't know of the decades he spent forced into an unnatural slumber, only to be awoken by another lonely soul with a heart made of the same glass as his own.

Nobody giggles about how a human scared a ghost or chatters about the adventures they've shared in that century-old farmhouse. They do not know of the arguments, and the boyfriends lost because a ghost wanted the best for his friend, appearing in mirrors and whispering their deepest insecurities into their ears. Worse, they don't roll their eyes over the many tales of him banging a cast iron skillet on the tile just to see them run.

But you do.

Only you know of how Rhett smiles, big and dopey, as you take him into town for the first time in decades. You are the only person who gets to explain what self-driving cars are and roll your eyes as some new thing scares him into jumping behind you. Nobody else gets to take him on a road trip, watch him fight with a GPS for the first time, and introduce him to the ocean and the concept of crabs.

"Why are they shaped like that?" Rhett's stumbling after you; not sure if he likes or hates this little creature, only knows that he wants to follow you. "Why is he following me?"

You wish you could see the little bugger, but it's so dark that you can hardly tell where you're going. The only light you have is a dull light in the parking lot and the silver moon hanging high above your head.

"Probably because you've pissed him off," you laugh, holding your hand out when he reaches for it, "are you going to survive two more nights this close to the beach, or do I need to take you back to the pasture?"

He hums, loud and dramatic as he can manage, scratches his freshly shaved chin for added effect, "I suppose I'll survive, but if that crab kills me, I'm comin' back as a ghost and suin'."

From the moment your feet are on the cool concrete of the parking lot, Rhett's spinning you around. It's still the only thing he knows how to do, and his feet tangle with yours a little more than they should, but oh, is it as magical as that night in your driveway.

"'ve I ever told you that I love you?" He smiles as he speaks; knows he says this every time you wind up dancing beneath the moon.

"Never," feigning surprise, as he pulls you in close, noses bumping together, "but I love you more."

And then you're running. Squealing as Rhett sets hot on your trail. He'll catch you before you so much as reach the hotel doors, trap you in his arms, and insist that no, he loves you more, punctuating every word with a wet, sloppy kiss. And you're so excited for it that you think you may let him catch you early.

Perry took away a lifetime from Rhett.

You're more than happy to give him a life worth waiting centuries for.

Even if he does still refer to himself as the house ghost.

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May Your Days Be Warm And Bright And Your Wedding Day Be White (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: The big day for you and Cal is finally here

Tagging: @floydsmuse @lewmagoo I hope you guys are ok with me including Father McDowell in this. Meggy, you've finally convinced me to write for Calvin and Leah, I can't thank you enough for including me on that taglist for the Rhett fic you posted. You guys are awesome.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, religious references, etc.

Cal took a deep breath as he straightened his bowtie in the mirror. He had never really been one for black and white, but he was determined to make an impression, seeing as you had both been waiting for this day for a long time.

He thought back to that glorious fall day when you had been walking around campus, both of you newly hired at the college, him in the chemistry department and you, the new nursing professor. Cal had taken you and Six-Thirty down to a favorite spot of his near the river, a beautiful little spot near the river on a path that he had used on his daily run with your canine companion. When he had pulled out his grandmother's ring, you truly realized what you meant to each other.

"Hell's Bells boyo," chuckled the old Irish priest. "Sweatin through yer dress suit are ye?"

"Any more and I'll be a puddle on the floor, Padre," Cal joked.

Father McDowell laughed. "Well, if the worst I have to do is have Helen clean you up with a rag, then I s'pose it's a good day eh?"

Cal smiled and shook his head. He quickly noticed the odd, laughing expression on the priest's face. "What?" he asked.

"Thinkin back to the day when you and John ended up on our doorstep," he chuckled. "Now look at ye, a fine young man, smarter'n a whip and who can command a chemistry lab as though it be a U.S Cavalry regiment. I'm proud of ye Calvin. And I'm proud of (y/n) too."

"She's amazing isn't she?" Calvin said.

"Amazin ain't even the half of it," Father McDowell chuckled. "Brigid's fire burns bright in that one I tell ye and if any o' the pretentious little bootlicks at the university wish to go after'er, I'll break both their legs and their balls all at once."

Calvin burst into a full fit of laughter until his older brother, James, poked his head in the door. "Cal, you ready?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Cal answered.

Father McDowell clapped a hand onto his shoulder. "Go git'er me boyo," he told him.

The smile that crawled across Cal's face, at that very moment, would have made you scream.

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"Oh God I'm so nervous.....ow!"

"Sorry, sorry," Mei apologized. "There's just alot to work with."

You smiled at her, along with the rest of the girls. Cal's sisters, Barbara and Kathleen, were busy looking after Lucy, Barbara's daughter, while Georgina and Betty, were helping with each other's makeup.

Mei had done serious wonders along with her twin sister, Betty. You looked so natural and so beautiful with your hair all done up and the lightest little touches of makeup here and there.

You and the girls had all risen at some ungodly hour of the morning to get ready to do each other's hair and makeup with Lucy barely sitting still long enough for Barbara to run a brush through her unruly curls. Your wedding dress had been kept in the closet at Mei's house, the something old that your mother had given to you when she had heard you and Calvin were engaged.

"So we have a something old," Mei mused as she combed back the last bits of hair out of your face. "And a something new?"

"My shoes," you chuckled.

"A something borrowed?"

"Momma's wedding veil," Barbara piped in. "Which Tony brought down from the attic this morning."

You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Barbara's husband had brought Patricia's newly repaired wedding veil down from the attic. The veil desperately needed repairing after having been in the attic for so long with you, your mother-in-law and the girls all pitching in to help.

"Something blue?" Mei asked.

"Not yet I'm afraid," you answered.

"Ah, I'll take care of that," she said excitedly. "From me, Betty, Mama, Baba and Nai-Nai."

You opened the little black velvet box, a hand flying to cover your mouth. It was a small blue and gold hair pin that took the shape of a brilliant phoenix, the bird hardly bigger than the tip of your middle finger.

"Mei where did you.....?"

"That was Nai-Nai's when she got married in China," Mei explained. "When they left Guangzhou during the war, it was one of the only family treasures she could carry with her. She gave it to me when I got married and now, I want you to borrow it."

You could've cried right then and there. You gave her and Betty the biggest hug you could possibly give, when Patrica, Calvin's mother, poked her head in.

"Oh (y/n) you look so beautiful!" she gasped, trying not to be loud and give anything away.

"Thank you Pat," you said, trying to control the emotions as you hugged your soon to be mother-in-law.

"We're ready when you are," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

You took a shaky deep breath as you and your bridesmaids readied themselves. Six-Thirty made his way up to you, sitting up as straight as he could on his haunches, the small basked clamped between his teeth. It wouldn't be long before you were officially Mrs. (Y/N) Evans and though you were nervous, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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Cal stood nervously near the church altar, the pews already full of family and friends and people at the college you were close with. He bit his lip with anticipation as your mother walked in with Dr. Powers and then his parents. His father, Henry Evans Jr., stood tall and proud in his Marine Corps. dress blues, his cap tucked under one arm and his mother, Patricia on the other. His aunt began to sing from the choir loft as your bridesmaids and their husbands and boyfriends all walked in, each one looking like a queen in their lilac colored dresses. Lucy and Six-Thirty trailed in front of them, the tiny little girl hanging onto his collar to keep her balance.

Calvin's jaw dropped the minute he saw you enter, his hand flying to his mouth to keep from breaking down right then and there. He couldn't believe it. Here you were in front of him, in your momma's wedding dress, ready to take a vow to be his wife.

Your father gave you away, a few tears in his eyes as Cal took you on his arm. Father McDowell kept his sermon short and to the point before you and Cal read your vows to each other, trying to hold back the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to pull you both under.

"........My love, I could never imagine where I'd be without you," Calvin spoke. "Where I once felt lost, I found you, so unexpectedly and completely out of the blue, that it felt like a dream. From the moment I met you, I wanted to give you the whole world. You are my how and you are my why.......I love you (y/n).....so, so much."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house when you read yours either. Even Cal's father, the saltiest Marine you had ever met, was biting his lip, trying not to cry and claiming it was just allergies.

Before long, Six-Thirty brought you and Cal the tiny little wicker basket with the rings inside, returning to Cal's side and sitting a little straighter than before. When Father McDowell announced that you were now Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Evans, the whole church roared with applause, especially when you and Calvin shared your first kiss.

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The reception had all been one hell of a blur, you and Calvin having an absolute blast with your friends and family at the hotel downtown. You shared your first dance with family and friends joining you soon after, but not long into the night, the shenanigans had begun to ensue. You didn't really remember any of the family members with little home video cameras running around filming it, but once the film was developed, perhaps it would jog your foggy memory.

You and Calvin stumbled upstairs, laughing a little bit after having had a little too much to drink that evening. Knowing his family, they would still be downstairs in the reception hall at five in the morning, singing every drinking song they could remember off the top of their heads.

"Ready for bed Mr. Evans?" you purred.

"My head's a little achy, so I'd say yes," he answered, his voice a little slurred and sleepy.

He gently took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. Even after all that, Calvin still couldn't believe you were his at last.

"Need some help Mrs. Evans?" he asked you.

The way the words rolled off his tongue made your legs clench a little. "Just with the back," you told him.

Calvin quickly undid the back of your dress, before you hung it up in the closet. You slipped into the bathroom to change into a little something that Barbara had picked out for you and when you emerged, fresh and clean from a bath, you couldn't help but blush when you saw the naughty look on your husband's face.

"C'mere," he beckoned, his voice low like the first roll of thunder before the storm.

You crawled right into bed with him, the sheets and soft comforters falling over the both of you. Calvin pulled you right on top of him, pulling one leg up over his hip as he kissed you deeply, softly rubbing your thigh and trailing to the swell of your ass.

"So gorgeous," he mumbled. "My pretty little wife."

Your own hand trailed from his chest, down the soft little indents in his belly, the marks of hard exercise and days spent rowing out on the lake near the campus grounds. Your hand dipped a little into his shorts, hoping that his cock would grow swell in your hand.

"Like what you feel there sweetheart?" he chuckled.

You hummed as you kissed him deeply, his hands roaming as they played with the hem of your white satin slip. "Wanna take this off," Calvin whispered under his breath. "Wanna feel every little bit of you."

You pawed a little longer at his cock until you felt it growing, eliciting a moan from your husband. "Sweetheart?"

"Hmm?"

"Help me," he mumbled. "Wanna let my cock out."

You giggled a little as you helped him off with his shorts, his breath growing rapid and the heat from his body radiating onto you. When you saw his now freed cock, straight at attention and red with heat, you couldn't resist. You desperately wanted it inside you and Cal could see the look in your eyes.

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's alright," he said softly. "I'm here to help......easy now.....good.....good girl.....oh sweetheart, you're taking me so well....."

You whimpered a little bit as Cal guided you down onto his rock solid cock, caught completely off guard at how big he actually was.

"Now, now it's alright," he cooed, reaching up and spreading his finger across your stomach. "It's alright......"

You rocked back and forth on his cock to get comfortable. You loved how deep he could go, just deep enough to rub all the right places so that your core tingled. You gently moved his hands to your hips to keep you steady, fearing that when your orgasm finally hit, you would fall over.

"There we go......" Cal murmured. "Back and forth.....back and forth.....oh......good......good sweetheart, there we go......feel better now?"

You nodded.

A moan fell from your lips as you felt his cock twitching inside you, the wetness between your legs obscene as it married with the noises you both made. Calvin sat right up as he kissed you, pulling the bedcovers around you as your legs wrapped around his waist and his deft hands lifted your satin slip over your head and tossed it to the corner with his shorts. He held you so gently in those strong arms of his, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he slowly drew your orgasm out of you.

"Cal...?" you moaned. "Cal....?"

"Shhhh.....sweetheart....." he purred. "Gently.....gently my love.....not so rough now."

You calmed right back down as soon as he kissed you again, his hands roaming over your back and shoulders. You had no idea that this position could feel so fucking good. You and Cal had experimented a little here and there, but now you were so close together, that the space between you both had become nonexistent. You felt your orgasm intensify when you felt each other's tits pressing against each other and before long, you felt a sudden burst and a gush erupting between your legs.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the intense sex, but you and Calvin could barely keep your eyes open as you lay side by side in the comfy bed of the hotel room. You were more than content to sleep in the arms of your husband that night, knowing there would be plenty of time to do other things in the morning.

You and Calvin slept all through the night and for the better part of the morning as the sun came streaming through the hotel room windows. You didn't even hear the jangling of Six-Thirty's collar as he entered the room nor did you see him climb to Cal's side of the bed and begin licking his face.

"Oh, OH GOD!" Cal exclaimed suddenly. "Aw Six-Thirty, that's gross!"

Six-Thirty gave a sheepish little *WOOF!* before settling on the floor.

"Are you ok dear?" you laughed.

"No I've got dog drool all over my mouth," Calvin chuckled.

His disgust was soon broken when he saw a note attached to Six-Thirty's collar. He pulled it out and unrolled it, the message scrawled in black ink.

Your flight leaves for Key West tomorrow morning, don't be late---Dad

"What is it?" you asked, pressing a soft kiss to Cal's shoulder.

"Just a note from Dad," he answered. "Flight to Key West is tomorrow and you know what that means."

You were both filled with wild excitement, knowing that it would be your honeymoon trip......two whole weeks in a little cottage in Key West, Florida and no troubles whatsoever.

"I love you Mrs. Evans," Calvin mumbled, pressing a few soft pecks to your cheek and the side of your head.

"And I love you too Mr. Evans," you purred softly.

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry

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mothdruid · 2 years ago

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1, 5 & 6 💕

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

I normally daydream about it a bunch and then! sometimes when the idea strikes I'll write, but it's mainly daydreaming

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

I currently have a lot of wips. they are all top gun related! we have payback/reader, 3 coyote/reader, professor!Bob Floyd, toxic!Rhett/toxic!reader, priest! *insert Lewis character*, Javy/Jake, Jake/Bradley, and many more

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Meaning your husband had to see them. -Scars and All, Coyote x reader

fanfiction writing asks

#moth talk #abby answers #endofdays56

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wintersoldierslover · 2 years ago

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my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series - two-parter

40s - The Winter Soldier - Avenger - TFATWS

dbf!bucky - brother’s bff - bff’s brother

neighbour - housewife reader

lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard

priest bucky - college

football player - hockey player - boxer

professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop

coffee shop - soulmate - royal

other AUs - taboo

moodboard - deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova

Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange

Frank Castle - Matt Murdock

Moon knight - Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter - Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler - Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

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theharddeck · 2 years ago

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as if it doesn't turn you on, just to say it

basically I saw @hangmanapologist 's post (💙) and immediately opened a Google doc. the s t u n n i n g Rhett/Lewis edit is from Robyn as well!!

pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

summary: you convince Bob to dress up as your favorite show for a Halloween…and he looks way better than you could’ve prepared for

warnings: 18+ minors please DNI!! smut, swearing, explicit unprotected piv sex, explicit oral (m!receiving) sex, and mild sacrilege.

unofficial tag list (lmk if you want to be added or removed, i just tagged people who are equally feral for bob or who were nice to me once about my work): @wildbornsiren @peakyrogers @javihoney @fuckyeahhangman @thedroneranger @princessofglitterland @gigisimsonmars @thedroneranger @laracrofted @bioodforbiood @winterrebel04 @javihoney @withahappyrefrain @rhettabbotts @roosterforme @bradshawsbitch

Bob’s voice was muted as he spoke through the bathroom door. You stood in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, rubbing absently at your red lipstick, a matte liquid product that stuck to your lips with apparently industrial strength. You hoped the same could be said of the boob tape you were placing entirely too much trust in, for something that was $16, and from Target. You tilted your head at your reflection, pleased with the overall effect.

Rationally, you knew it was just a black jumpsuit—a halter neckline, a wide pant leg, a strategic opening over the breastbone—but with the red lipstick and fake cigarette, it felt like a suit of armor.

It was as if Phoebe Waller Bridge herself was your fairy godmother, and had appeared in a thought bubble in your subconscious to tell you that you looked smashing, or something equally British and charming.

And, since your boyfriend had been convinced to don a matching costume, you were ready to see his look for the night.

“What do you mean?” you called, fussing with the approximation of Fleabag’s haircut you’d achieved with an array of pins.

“It just looks like a priest’s robe,” Bob’s voice came through the door again, confusion and indecision in his tone. “I’m really not sure what the effect is supposed to be.”

You smiled to yourself. “Why don’t you let me tell you how effective it is?” you asked.

You heard the bathroom door creak open, and Bob’s head stuck out of it. His costume was hidden by the door, but his eyes met yours in the mirror, before running down over the jumpsuit.

“You look amazing,” he said softly, and you smiled as you turned to face him. His compliments always settled over you like sunshine, warming you from your skin inwards, his sweet conviction brokering no room for argument.

“Thank you,” you smoothed your hands over the front of your slacks. “Can I see yours?”

Bob’s nose wrinkled slightly, and he turned his head sideways, leaning against the door, using it like a shield.

“I just look like a priest,” he complained meekly, “while you look so hot.”

“A million fanfics would suggest that those are not mutually exclusive,” you cajoled. “Come on, let me see it.”

Bob sighed, opening the door, and while you wished your reaction was for the sake of dramatics, it was entirely lacking in pretense.

He looked so good.

You’d known Hot Priest would be a great costume for your boyfriend, since the Andrew Scott trifecta of broad shoulders, big hands, and a soft smile was practically custom-made for Bob. But you hadn’t been prepared for just how well it would suit him.

The high white collar was stretched across his throat, emphasizing the width of his neck, and leading down to his shoulders. The black robe was unassuming enough, but it wasn’t enough to hide the definition of Bob’s shoulders and chest. If anything, it highlighted them by contrast. You’d always been attracted to the dichotomies within Bob—his strength and his softness, his gentleness and his discipline—and the vestment was putting them on blast.

He looked like a good man who fucked, and you must've had quaker ancestors, because it was really, really working for you.

The only other exposed skin was his hands, which was a whole other blessing.

He had great hands.

His long fingers were fidgeting under your perusal, and you dragged your eyes back up his body as Bob waited for your verdict. His hair was a little longer than normal, and you noticed the ends of it curling up around that damn collar, and you were practically itching to run your fingers through it.

“Alright,” Bob grumbled, somehow uncertain as to how to interpret your reaction, “let’s have it.”

“Babe,” you shook your head. “I literally cannot even tell you how good you look.”

Bob’s eyes narrowed behind his glasses, looking down at himself. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” you assured him. “Like… like the female gaze personified; it’s actually ridiculous.”

He pushed his glasses up on his nose, shifting between his feet and pulling at the collar.

Just that simple motion, a long finger tucked under that white fabric, and you wanted to call Penny and tell her you were sorry, but you and Bob actually couldn’t come to the Hard Deck’s Halloween party tonight.

Instead, you crossed the room, determined to be PG, and wound your hands around his neck, smiling up at him. “Thank you for agreeing to this,” you said.

Bob’s hands came around your waist easily, his shoulders relaxing as he felt the press of your body against his.

“Of course,” he said automatically, and you knew he meant it. He was simple like that—if it would make you happy, he’d do it. You squeezed your arms a little tighter around him, and Bob immediately adjusted his grip, always willing to match you.

You shook your head, looking up at him fondly. “You’re too good to me,” you told him, honestly.

“You make it easy,” Bob said, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. Bob’s hand ran up and down your spine slowly, a soft touch allowed by the open back of the jumpsuit. You snuggled into him, grateful and enamored and a hundred other things much wholesome than your reaction to his costume. You stayed that way for a long moment, wrapped in each others’ arms and your own thoughts, quietly charging before you’d face the adventure of Halloween with the rest of the dagger squad.

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“We are good friends,” you announced, as Bob locked the door to the apartment, some four hours later.

“Absolutely top drawer,” Bob agreed.

The two of you had braved a costume contest (Jake and Javy won), obligatory thematic drinks (neither you nor Bob loved the taste of gin, but you couldn’t do Fleabag and not sip G&Ts), and Rooster playing his entire repertoire of spooky Halloween songs on The Hard Deck’s piano (twice).

It had been fun, it had.

It had also been exhausting.

You kicked off your heels without finesse, and Bob sighed tiredly as he leaned over to undo the laces of his dress shoes. You smiled at the image of him, his large body bent over in the small hallway to arrange the shoe rack; he lifted a hand in your direction without looking up, and you slid your heels over to him with your toe.

He looked up at you, smiling briefly, and his thumb brushed over your ankle in acknowledgment as he arranged your shoes next to his.

You held out a hand to pull him up and he took it, straightening and stretching his back as he rose. His arm draped loosely over your shoulder as you walked down the hall, his fingers still playing with the hand you’d offered him.

“The costumes were a hit,” he mused. “I couldn’t believe how many people had seen that show.”

You nodded, knowing he could feel the motion from your head on his shoulder. “It won like forty Emmys, with good reason.”

“Alright, you have great taste,” Bob teased softly. “No need to rub it in.”

You laughed as the two of you tried to fit through the bedroom door at once, not quite small enough to make it through without some maneuvering. Once through, you rose up on your toes to press a kiss to Bob’s cheek.

“Thanks again,” you whispered. “For doing the costume thing.”

When you settled back on your heels, Bob followed you, his head ducking to capture your lips again.

It was one of your favorite things about Bob, that he kissed you just to kiss you, to say any number of things he meant, with simple affection. He broke the kiss softly, his forehead still against yours, and one of his hands tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

“You don’t have to thank me for doing something that makes you happy,” he said quietly, and your heart just melted. He was so special, so sweet without even trying.

“Love you,” you said simply, and Bob hummed, before kissing you again.

“Love you, too,” he said.

You stood there for a moment, smiling sappily at each other, before Bob laughed to himself. “Although, maybe next year, we go for a costume that I can wear more than once?”

“I mean,” you shrugged, looking at his costume appreciatively, “let the record show that I am all for you bringing this look out, unprompted, whenever you want.”

Bob chuckled. “I’ll bear that in mind. Come on, let’s get changed.”

He leaned in to kiss you again quickly, but your fingers tightened on the front of his robe when he pulled back, an idea streaking across your mind.

“Or…” you trailed off, not sure if you wanted to open the door, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you considered. Bob’s hand eased its way up the side of your neck, his thumb tracing across your lip until you released it.

“Or?” he prompted, quietly.

“Or you could keep it on,” you said in a rush.

Bob’s hand on your jaw stilled, and he pulled back slightly to look at your face. Whatever he saw had his eyes widening, his breath catching, and then his mouth curved into a small smile.

“Thought you were tired, honey,” he teased, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“I am,” you admitted, pausing. “But I know a good way to get me to sleep.”

Bob laughed against your skin, a fond sound, before bending down. His lips trailed warm kisses across your collarbone as his hands slipped behind you to undo the jumpsuit. You knew what he was doing, giving you time to decide if you wanted to get ready for bed or for sleep, since either would need you out of the jumpsuit, but your body responded to his touch without rationale. He hummed when you leaned into his touch and he pulled back to look at you.

“Incorrigible,” he said, and you smiled, unbothered.

“Is that a no?” you asked.

Bob’s fingers were still fiddling with the fastenings of the jumpsuit and you knew you could help him, but you liked how close he was, how his hands felt, how everything had felt since he opened the bathroom door hours ago, looking like this.

“It’s not a no,” he whispered. He got the final clasp and the garment fluttered down your body, pooling around your ankles.

Bob’s hands immediately smoothed over you, his touch warming your bared skin, and you shivered at the contrast. His long fingers ran up your sides, his broad palms settling over your breasts; you leaned into his touch as he lifted them, your eyes falling shut as you breathed his name.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” Bob asked softly. “I know we watched the show together, but how much are you wanting this to draw from it—is this roleplay, just the idea, what–”

“Anything,” you whispered, your voice breathier than you expected. Bob’s hands tightened on you, at your eagerness, and when you looked up at him, you saw the desire in his expression.

“Okay,” Bob said, his voice soft, as he pressed another kiss to your lips, reassuring. “You just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

You nodded, appreciating him checking in, but knowing you didn’t need it. You’d always been able to be honest with Bob, about what you needed or wanted, and you knew this wouldn’t be any different.

He lifted his chin, his eyes running down to your mouth as he licked his lips, before saying in a low voice, “Kneel.”

You whimpered.

Actually whimpered, a sound that ripped out of you at the perfect contrast of your doting boyfriend with the steely command from the show, one that brokered no discussion. Bob’s eyes darkened at the sound, but he raised an eyebrow, and you complied, sinking to the floor of your bedroom. You saw his jaw clench at the immediacy of your response, but that was the only indicator that he was affected, every other component of his expression radiating control.

“Good girl,” he said, and your lashes fluttered at his low tone. Bob’s nails brushed across your forehead as his fingers ghosted over the top of your head, settling at the back of your scalp.

“Or maybe not,” he said, in that same, low tone, a hint of unfamiliar condescension creeping in, “you got on your knees awful quick there, honey.”

Your head tilted back at his touch, one of your hands coming up to balance yourself by resting on the front of his thigh. Through the black cloth you could feel his strong thighs, tensing under the brush of your fingers, and when you looked back up at him, he was watching you through half-closed eyes.

“So pretty,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Take it out.”

You reached for him eagerly, finding the buttons in the robe and undoing them to find the loose slacks underneath. Your hands were nearly trembling with excitement as you felt the hot length of him through his trousers, and Bob drew in a sharp breath when your fingers brushed over his erection. Bulge was such an unglamorous word, but it was only accurate as you ran your hand over the length of him. You couldn’t help but lean forward to press a kiss against the straining material of the trousers.

Bob groaned quietly, a faint sound that streaked ribbons of heat through you, and you returned to your initial prerogative. When you finally pulled him free of the vestment, you sat back on your thighs, admiring his thick length in your hand. Long and broad, veins tracing up the side of it, a drop of moisture pearled at the tip, and you were practically salivating as you leaned towards him again.

Your hand angled at the base of his cock and you licked your lips as you leaned towards him, but Bob’s hand on your hair tightened, pulling you back. He held you in place and you looked up at him to see him shaking his head.

“Ask me nice,” he said, his hand tightening in your hair. His jaw was slack but his eyes were sharp as he watched you, wanting it as bad as you did, knowing how begging would make you feel.

“Want to taste you,” you whined, a breath away from him. You wanted the weight of him on your tongue, your lips stretching around him, your name on his moan when you made him feel good. “Please, Bobby.”

He shook his head, readjusting his grip on your hair.

“Who?” he asked, his voice low.

“Fuck,” you clenched your thighs together, as his words rolled over you. “Father,” you tried, and Bob groaned, a long low sound.

“That’s right, baby,” he gritted, and his hips snapped forward.

Your mouth had been open, tongue eager, but he pushed past your lips so quickly that you barely registered the salty taste of him on your tongue before his thick cock was pressing at the back of your throat. Tears pricked at your eyelids, but you hollowed your cheeks as Bob pressed into your throat, your hands steadying yourself on his thighs again.

You moaned around him, feeling your panties growing damp at the weight of him. He was so big, and he was trying to stay still, but his cock twitched in your mouth, little pulses that had your thighs quivering.

Bob pulled back, all the way out of your mouth, and you gasped in a breath of air when his cock pulled free. With his hand in your hair holding you steady, he traced your lips with his cock. The swollen head rubbed against your lips, your saliva ran between your mouth and his cock, messy.

“Baby, this mouth,” Bob moaned. “You gonna let me fuck it?”

“Please,” you whispered, another pulse of arousal going through you when your polite boyfriend swore, opening your mouth wider as Bob dragged his cock against it again.

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Bob said, and he pushed back into you again.

You held your breath as he eased into you, stretching your jaw and pushing back into your throat. When he was seated, you heard him sigh, something breathy and beautiful, and you swallowed obediently. His hips jerked forward as you tightened around him, and his other hand came down to hold the side of your face.

“Doing so good for me, beautiful girl,” he praised softly, as he pulled back. He held you in place with his hands, his thighs pumping his cock into your open mouth, and your eyes filled with tears as he choked you on his cock.

He was so big, something you often forgot due to the gentleness with which he handled you, but when he got like this, it was unavoidable. His hands nearly spanned the back of your head, his thumbs coming forward to wipe your tears as they spilled out of your eyes, his large cock blocking air through your throat. You moaned as his thrusts got faster, knowing he loved this enough to be rough, to be wild for once, that your body was the vessel he was using for his pleasure.

When you looked up at him, he was looking down at you, his eyes dark and cheeks bright with color.

“Fuck, baby,” he panted, and you whined at the obsenity, “you’re taking me so well, honey, making me feel so good, that pretty lipstick stretched around my dick—”

Your head was swimming from the lack of air and his praise, and your hands tightened on his thighs, as his head fell back. He hit the back of your throat one more time, and another, and then he pulled out of you sharply, your body weaving when he let go of your hair. You looked up at him through streaming eyes, and Bob groaned looking down at you.

He moved fast, his hands hooking under your arms and practically dragging you over to the bed. You still felt hazy when you landed on your back, the comforter soft under your body, and a moment later Bob lowered his body over yours.

“Bet you’re all ready for me,” he said, his voice hoarse as his hand slotted between your legs. He jerked your underwear aside and you both groaned when one of his long fingers pulled through your folds. Bob’s head fell to your shoulder, and you felt him press a soft kiss there, even as shudder worked over his upper body.

“What got you this wet, huh, baby?” he asked, his voice muffled by your skin, his other hand reaching up to pull off his glasses and set them on the nightstand. “You like being on your knees for me this much? Feeling my cock in that pretty mouth, knowing how well it’ll fill this cunt?”

His fingers pulled through the moisture between your thighs, rubbing through you and teasing your entrance. You gasped when he dragged your arousal up to your clit, pressing tight circles around it as your back arched off the bed.

“Bobby, please, yes—”

He was gone a moment later, ripping your panties down your legs before he pulled you down to the edge of the bed, your legs hanging off of it as he stood between them. Your hair splayed around you, and you watched as he dragged his cock between your folds, still wet from your mouth. When he notched the head at your entrance, your head fell back, and he began to push it in. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you onto him, and you heard him breathing sharply through his nose, keeping himself under control.

“Baby,” he gritted, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you onto him. “Feels as good as sin, this hungry pussy. So wet and tight, pulling me in like you need it...”

You moaned at his words, your hands flailing over the sheets, needing something to hold onto as Bob pushed himself home inside of you. You wanted to sob from the fullness of him inside you, how you could feel him through your whole body, practically feel his heartbeat.

“I do need it, I do,” you babbled, the stretch of him overwhelming and perfect. “Please, Bobby, move, I need you—”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he whispered, and you reached for him blindly. You clutched at his chest, his shoulders, your hands curling into the robes and moaning when you remembered what he was wearing.

Bob laughed darkly, pulling his hips back slowly. His thick cock dragged against your warm walls and you could feel yourself clenching down on him, craving him.

“The robes are really doing it for you, huh, baby? Thinking of driving all the piety out of a man’s head because he needs this tight pussy more than he needs his god?”

His words were accompanied by a harsh thrust and you cried out as Bob picked up a brutal pace. His hips slapped into yours, his cock stretching you, and his hands tightened on your hips.

He leaned down to kiss you, his lips clashing against yours as he bent your legs back to reach deeper inside you.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you, baby,” he growled, his teeth dragging across your collarbone, “the thought of being so under a man's skin that he can’t wait a minute more without being buried inside of you? Needing to hear those sweet sounds you make while he’s fucking you, begging him to save you from the ache between your thighs?”

His cock was dragging into a deep part of you, brushing against a spot that had you seeing stars. Your legs were trembling from the tight angle but you thought you might die if he didn’t keep going, didn’t save you, just like he said.

You whimpered when his lips closed around your pulse point, biting enough to mark you, and Bob pulled back to look at you. His face was flushed, red and sweating, the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Love you like this,” you moaned, your legs shaking. “Fuck, Bobby, you feel so good, I need you—”

Bob groaned, his head falling beside yours as he rutted into your harder. His tight collar scaped against your neck and you wound your arms around his neck. As his thrusts pushed your body up the bed, his lips found yours again, dragging against you sloppily.

“No amount of holy wine could wipe the taste of you off my tongue, baby,” he gritted against your lips. “Need the sounds of my baby coming undone around my cock; ‘s better than anything else in the world.”

Your eyes rolled back as you clung to him. You felt like sobbing, you felt like your skin was on fire, like the only thing tethering you to this pane was the unrepentant press of his cock deep inside of you, his strong arms around you, his lips against you.

“Cum for me, honey,” he moaned, his voice sounding broken. “Make me sinner and saint, baby, let me feel it.”

You screamed, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm shattered over you. Your head lulled back, you felt the fabric of the robes rending between your fingers as you pulled desperately at Bob. Pleasure rolled over you, white hot and almost painful, all-encompassing and as close to holy as anything you knew.

Bob groaned as you tightened around him, your cunt pulsing as your orgasm wrecked you, pulling him with you.

“So good for me, baby,” he groaned, his hips pistoning faster, and you whined weakly, your body sensitive but needing this closeness, and his climax.

“Want to feel you, Bobby,” you whispered. “Please, baby, want your cum…”

His thighs were trembling and his chest was heaving against yours as he got closer. He ground his hips into yours, his fingers tight enough on your hips to bruise, his breath puffing into your shoulder.

“Asking me so sweetly, honey,” he gritted into your neck, “of course, anything for you, anything, baby, fuck—”

He came with a choked groan, his body tensing as he held himself over you, his hips bucking as he finished. You whimpered at the full feeling, his cock weakly fucking his cum into you, your combined climax leaking out of your core. The room was hot and Bob’s harsh breathing seemed to echo around it; you thought dazedly that that was your favorite sound in the world, the reminder that we was here, breathless, after being with you. He made to roll off of you, but you clung to him, wrapping your shaking legs around him and pulling him tightly to you.

The robes scratched against your chest, but we came willingly, turning slightly to wrap his own arms around you, holding you close.

“Beautiful girl,” he mumbled into your hair. His voice was so deep, so tender, and you drew in a breath, running your hands through his long hair. He nuzzled into you and your arms softened, loving the warmth that came from being with him.

After a moment, you felt his chest shake. You pulled back to look at him, confused to find him silently laughing, and Bob smiled at you gently, pushing some of your sweat-matted hair away from your face.

“That’ll be fourteen Hail Marys,” he teased, “and at least a dozen Our Fathers, don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes and swatted at his shoulder but your boyfriend chuckled, rolling onto his back and pulling you with him.

“Worth it,” he whispered, his eyes bright and honest as he leaned up to kiss you again, soft and playful, "so damn worth it."

#Robert Bob floyd #Bob floyd smut #Bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #happy Halloween to ME #fleabag #misskielwrites

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basiccortez · 2 years ago

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Beaches of Cheyenne- R. Abbott

pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!reader word count: 4k (Issa long one) warnings: it's a g Cortez classic angst fic: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, death, allusion of suicide. synopsis: based on the song 'Beaches of Cheyenne' by Garth Brooks A/N: I know this is usually a gvf blog but surprise shawty. I'm opening this back up to the multi fandom mess it once was. so why not kick it off with the cowboy who has stolen my heart (sorry Rip Wheeler) and thank you @mayhem24-7forever for reading it over!

Perry stopped at the post office after church to pick up the box. They could feel the sad stares of community members. The news of what had happened had spread across the town like wildfire. The Abbotts did their best to stand strong, and pay attention to the sermon that was given, but the second the priest said something about the two young lovers, Cecilia lost it, and left the church in tears. Royal gave a quiet nod to the church before excusing himself and going after his wife.

“Here ya go,” The office worker said, handing the box to him, “Heavy box.”

“It’s his saddle,” Perry said in a monotone voice as he finished signing for it.

“Sorry about your loss, can’t be easy losing-”

“Thanks,” Perry didn’t want the conversation to go on any longer, as he picked up the box with a grunt and walked out to his truck where Amy was waiting for him.

When he got home, he placed the box on the floor of the living room in front of his parents. He stood off to the side as they opened it, pulling out Rhett’s saddle and his buckles. The tears hadn’t stopped running down Cecilia’s face since she came home, and holding Rhett’s buckle to her chest, she sobbed. Royal held her close and kissed the top of her head. Perry pushed off the wall and walked over to Amy, and finished taking the rest of the items from the box.

None of the Abbotts had flown out to the coast to see how the house was and to clean it out, but from what they had been told by one of their friends, the house was nearly destroyed. Royal had called in a local worksman to fix up the walls and the door. The walls were littered with holes from her fists and the glass was shattered all over the floor. Apparently, Y/N had just gone crazy when she got the call about Rhett.

— — —

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

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

“Hello?” He asked, creasing his eyebrows.

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

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

“I asked a friend,” She smiled.

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

“I can assure you that I am not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, why?”

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

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,”

“Yeah, yes! Yes!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m leaving.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby, you’re sick, let me-”

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

“Babe I’m-”

“Your shit will be in the driveway.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Three days.”

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

“I’m sorry Rhett.”

“I gotta go, she’ll be up soon.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you Rhett.”

“I love you Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you did,” She spoke to him.

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They had sent someone over to see if she was doing okay, but there was not a single sign of her. The back porch door was wide open. They looked over the house, trying to call for her but they got nothing in response. The only thing they found was her diary which was open by the bed. They didn’t even bother reading it, just closed it and put it in the box with Rhett’s buckles and hats. Perry had seen the green notebook with her handwriting across it and picked it up. He opened the page that was dogeared and read it to himself.

The pages were detailed on what had happened the night Rhett left for Wyoming. She explained that they had a fight about Rhett going to ride again. She was angry that he had been talked into riding for the sake of his family’s ranch. Royal had gotten them into financial trouble again, and Rhett knew that he could help them out with this ride. Y/N had given Rhett an ultimatum about it. She was worried about him riding after what had happened the last time he had ridden. The images of the night had filled her head over and over. She tried to push them away but she couldn’t. No matter how many times she had said it, Y/N had never really forgiven Rhett Abbott. Y/N had gone in on him, yelling that he had broken his promise to never ride again, the fear of past mistakes seeping through the harsh words she spat at him. Y/N saw her whole life with him, she wanted their future to be long lasting and full of love.

Rhett told her that he was going to ride with or without her approval. Y/N looked him in the eye and told him that she didn’t give a damn if he ever came back from Cheyenne.

The next couple lines were scribbled and had tear stains on them. It was full of regret from what she had said and didn’t know that their last conversation was going to be an argument about him riding. She had told him that she loved him, but she didn’t know if he forgave her. She wrote about how she was going to fly in the next day and surprise him back in Wabang, as he was going to stop there after Cheyenne. The writing ended abruptly with her saying: ‘I can't live in a world where Rhett Abbott doesn’t exist.’

It was late, the night was illuminated by the bright moon up in the sky. Perry was standing in the kitchen looking out the window, sipping on a glass of whisky. He turned over his shoulder to see his dad walking into the room. Royal gave him a nod and walked over to the cabinet, getting a glass and pouring himself a drink as well. They stood in silence for a moment before Royal spoke up.

“They never found her body. No body can explain it,” Royal said, looking down at his sock covered feet, “Some say she just disappeared, and others say she’s still alive. I just don’t-”

“She said she couldn’t live without him,” Perry said, running a hand over his face, “No body, no note, just footprints in the sand. Some people say they’ve seen her since that night.”

“She’s just gone, like a ghost, like she never ever existed. Like neither one existed.” Royal turned to look out at his land. Perry placed a hand on his father’s shoulder and then walked out of the kitchen back up to his room with Amy. Royal finished his drink and placed the empty glass in the sink before going back to his wife.

The beach was always the same, the setting sun warmed the sand and the breeze rolled in off the ocean. She would come to the beach night after night, and would sit and wait for him to show up. Her footprints would lead from the house like a trail as she walked towards the water. She would stand in the water up to her ankles as she wrapped his blue flannel around herself. It was like clockwork when he would show up, standing next to her with his hat on. She looked up at him with a smile and he looked down at her with the same expression. He’d take the hat off his head and place it on hers, and would kiss her. His lips were soft and he smelled the same of tobacco and Armani cologne. His hands were still rough as he would caress her cheeks, and look into her eyes.

“I love you Mrs. Abbott,”

“I love you Mr. Abbott.”

Every night it was the same, the two of them would walk the beaches of Cheyenne.

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well. . . be nice pls:)

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hangmanapologist · 2 years ago

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Idk if you watch or are into the show Fleabag, but I need you to know that I saw your post and immediately opened a Google doc to start writing a Bob x Reader fic, where they dress up for Halloween as Hot Priest and Fleabag respectively

What if I told you that that is almost EXACTLY what me and @rhettabbotts were talking about except with dilf Rhett x babysitter reader?

One shared braincell!!!

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writercole · 4 years ago

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One-Shots

*All readers are AFAB unless otherwise noted.

Targeted - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader (non-romantic)

Paying the Price - Jensen Ackles x Fem!Reader x Danneel Ackles

An Unexpected Matchmaker - Vet!Jensen Ackles

The First Customer - Nurse!Alex Calvert

Soul Food - Dean x Benny

It’s A Trap - Bela Talbot x Arthur Ketch (working)

Girl’s Night In - Jody x Donna (platonic)

Take A Bow - Dean x GN!Reader (heavy angst)

Not Again - Dean x Unnamed Female ; Sam Voyeur

Work Perks - Dean x Sam x Charlie x F!Reader

Comfort Me - Danneel x Reader

Captive - Dean Winchester x Reader - Superhero AU

Le Feu Follet - Dean x Reader

Born on the Bayou - Benny x Reader

Transitions - Transgender Sam

Sunshine & Rainbows - Dark Kaia

Unscripted - Dean Winchester x Reader

Whoops - Donna Hanscum

Orphaned - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester

My Brother’s Keeper - Sam Winchester, Rowena, MoC!Dean (Mentioned)

It’s You - Sam Winchester x Reader

Token of Thanks - Cas x Reader

Why Am I A Girl - Sam x Reader

Enchanted - Dean x Reader

Brother Knows Best - Sam x Sister!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader

What A Girl Wants - Dean x Reader

Never Too Late - Dean, Cas, Ruby, Jack, Reader

Yes, Mistress - Sub!Dean

Lazy Day - Dean x Reader

Just My Imagination - Sam Winchester x Reader

Take Two - Sam x Reader (platonic), Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess

Visions - Sam, Dean

Again and Again - Demon Dean

Just Feels Right - Mechanic!Dean x Teacher!Reader

My Reason - Dean Winchester x OC Brandy

Fast Cars & Freedom - Dean Winchester

Sunshine & Whiskey Kisses - Sam Winchester

Helping Paws - Dean Winchester feat. Archer the Husky

Traditions - Team Free Will

Our First Real Christmas - Sam & Dean Winchester

I Get Off - Stalker!Dean x Reader

She’s Gone - Dean Winchester x Reader

On Bended Knee - Dean Winchester x Reader

Sunrise, WY - The Winchester Gang

Light Me Up - Dean Winchester x Reader

Fated Mistakes - Alpha!Dean Winchester

Five Minutes More - Gamer!Dean Winchester

Bake My Breath Away - Baker!Sam Winchester

Steely-Eyed Missile Man - Bucky x Natasha (best friends)

The Howling Wolf - Bucky x Reader

Hiccups - Bucky x Sam x Reader

Somethin’ Stupid - Bucky Barnes

Dinner with the Parents - Frank Castle

Playdate - Frank Castle

Stardust - Clint Barton

The Devil Don’t Sleep - Soft!Dark Priest!Matt Murdock

Slow Hand - Matt Murdock

Come Away With Me - Priest!Matt Murdock

Hum - Matt Murdock

Challenge Accepted - Tony Stark

In Vino Veritas - Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

You Knew - John Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

Call 911 - Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy

Crashing Down - Opie Winston x Reader

Picking Up The Pieces - Opie Winston x Reader

Just The Way You Are - Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x Reader

Holding Out Hope - Bodyguard!Opie Winston

Bad Girl - Chibs Telford x Reader

Blood & Ash - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Just Desserts - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

Satin & Lace - Jason Todd aka Red Hood (DC Batverse)

The Kingslayer and the Milkmaid - Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Priority Request - Poe Dameron x GN Reader

The Girl Next Door - Bones McCoy

Just a Memory - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Whispered Promises - Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Look What You Made Me Do - Rhett Abbott

My Bloody Fright Trail - Tom Hanniger (My Bloody Valentine)

My Way or the Highway - Boaz Priestley (Ten Inch Hero)

#cole writes #one shots #masterlist

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beachbabey · 2 years ago

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PLEASE I NEED A CRUMB OF THE PRIEST!RHETT IDEASS IM BEGGING YOU

His icy blues, swallowed whole by lust, glittering with hunger as he meets your nervous gaze, looking up at him, silently waiting, begging for mercy, for him to decide your fate, to decide how you’re going to please him. Like an angel at the devils feet

“I have roots in you now, my sweet, sweet dove. You’ll never be free of me, now go on, preach for my love”

“Can you how hard you’ve made me? Did that all by yourself, didn’t you angel? Go on…unbuckle it”

The duality of how gently he takes the hands of every person in his congregation as he leads them softly through prayer and how fiercely he imprints his hand on your ass

pspspspsps @sebsxphia @hangmanapologist

#teehee writing this before going on my shift <3 #rhett abbott #priest!rhett #priest!rhett x reader #preacher!rhett #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x reader

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fabianbutler · 3 years ago

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nobody7102 · 2 years ago

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The Thing About Sunday: Part 5

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Pregnancy, Smut, unprotected P in V, oral (F receiving), Fluff

A/N: Ahh the awaited Part 5

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Part 4

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Sitting in the gravel, Rhett slowly sank to the ground with Y/N still in his arms as he reflected on her words, staring off down the road until he was broken from his trace by Y/N’s body shaking as she tried to stifle her sobs “I-I… I’m so s-s-sorry Rh-Rhett” she cried into his shoulder causing him to hold her tighter.

“No no no Sweet Lamb” he cooed, brushing her hair down “you have nothing to be sorry for” he turned to kiss the side of her head “I’m the one who should be sorry…” he mumbled “...lets get you up Lamb'' moving one arm under her legs, he lifted her up bridal style, carrying her back to his truck. Arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, she hid her face in his neck, continuing to mumble ‘i’m sorry’ over and over until he got her into the cab of the truck. Rhett took her face in his hands, pressing his forehead to her’s “Y/N look at me” his words were soft as his thumbs brushed away the tear stains that littered her cheeks.

And he kept asking, pressing kisses around her face as more tears made their way down from her eyes until she met his gaze. His cobalt iris started to well slightly as he gave her a light smile “We’re gonna figure this out… okay? We’re gonna do this together, but you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about” his voice started to waver seeing how she finally calmed and relaxed. “You have nothing to be sorry for…” his words shook, letting his thumbs caress her cheeks for a few more moments before he made sure she was buckled, closed her door and rounded the truck to the driver's side. As he drove, he kept one hand on the wheel as the other held Y/N’s. Letting her squeeze his grip as tightly as she needed till they started to pull up to the house.

She sucked in a breath “Your parents!” her voice quivered as she turned her head to look at Rhett as he turned off his headlights.

Shaking his head, he brought her hand to his lips “It’s okay Lamb, they won’t know” Rhett pulled up in front of the old barn, or at least what was the old barn. The panels on the outside and roof had been replaced and repainted from what could be seen. “My dad and I finally fixed up the barn… It’s mine now” he reassured putting the truck in park before he exited the cab and rounded it once more to help Y/N out, before walking her into the barn.

The only time Y/N had been in the old hay barn was when she went with Trevor to get a calf that had wandered onto the Abbott property. Then the barn was rotting, covered in bird shit and filled with hay.

Now the barn was refurbished, decorated by Cece no doubt with touches here and there of couches or paintings Rhett had bought to make the space fit him better. Insulated something she could tell instantly from the heated floor that met her bare feet and the warmth that surrounded her. And the hay loft had been turned into an actual loft that now held the Master Bedroom, stairs now replaced the former rickety ladder that had led to the second level. Everything on the first floor was open, savefore the bathroom.

Turning on the lights Rhett led Y/N over to the couch, sitting her down and grabbing another blanket to lay over her lap before he sat on the edge of the couch. “Do you want anything Lamb? Water? Are you hungry?" shaking her head. Rhett took her hands in his, bringing them up to his lips, warming them before kissing the back of her hand “... So you’re really pregnant…”

Closing her eyes, she leaned against Rhett’s shoulder “I’m sorry… I know you probably we-”

“Hey hey hey” he moved to cradle her jaw “I meant what I said earlier… You have nothing to be sorry for” he moved to kiss both of her cheeks “...Listen, we can do whatever you want Lamb” his thumb caressed her cheek “If you don’t wanna do this, I will be right with you and you don’t have too… but if you wanna keep this, we can make it work… Okay?” he watched her nod “But either way you can stay here with me Lamb, and we… we can finally stop hiding… just be us” he hummed.

Causing Y/N to scoff “Yeah and have the town throw a hissy fit… the Preacher and the Sunday School Teacher, how cliche…” she shook her head as tears started to well in her eyes once more.

“No Sweet Lamb” he took her hands in his once more “Sweet Lamb, It dosen’t matter what the fuck anyone else says''

“...What about the baby… We’re not married Rhett what’s gonna happen if-”

“We could get married” Rhett quickly cut her off

Tilting her head slightly to the side she shook her head “Rhett I-”

“No” he insisted “You think I’m joking but I have never been more serious in my life Y/N” standing from his spot he walked into a corner of the kitchen, pulling open a counter drawer he grabbed something before walking back over “Y/N I’m not suggesting this out of pity or to look like some kind of hero” sitting back down he ran a hand threw his hair before turning to Y/N “We love each other, we know that and nothing else matters” Taking her hands he placed a small box into her palms.

Looking down at the box a gasp caught in Y/N’s throat “Rhett” her voice shook

“I was planning on waiting a few more months” he shook his head “But waiting it what caused me issues last time” Furrowing her brows, Y/N’s eyes darted back up to meet Rhett’s “I thought I had enough time to tell you how I felt before you left for college, but then you left early… then you came back and applied to work at the church” he chuckled. “I waited four years to tell you how I felt… I’m not waiting any longer for this” he moved to rest his forehead against hers.

“Rhett…” Y/N whispered as tears rolled down her cheeks

“Are these happy tears?”

Y/N laughed, one hand moving up to cradle his jaw “Yes.” she hummed “Yes these. Are very. Happy tears.” she emphasized every punctuation by kissing his right cheek, then his left, before finally kissing his lips “Yes… Yes”

Moving to wrap his arms around her waist, they buried their faces into each other’s necks. A laugh took over Rhett as he pulled from her neck, kissing Y/N’s lips before sliding off the couch onto his knees in front of Y/N.

Resting his forehead against her stomach “Hi little one… How ya doing in there?” Setting the box on the couch, Y/N’s hands ran though Rhett’s hair as he conversed with the blueberry sized life they had created. “Know that you are already so loved” he hummed “...our miracle” he planted a kiss on her stomach before leaning back on his haunches taking her hands once more “Have you been to a doctor yet.”

Shaking her head, she ran her thumbs over the back of his palms. “No… I-..” she sighed “I had a suspicion like a week ago… but the test came back negative, and I don’t know why but after we hung out and you dropped me off… I just had a feeling and so I took another test, that’s when it came back positive”

Nodding, Rhett took a moment to process “So this really is new… Well” standing he held his hands out for Y/N to take before helping her stand “Why don’t you take a shower… I will start to make something to eat” his hand trailed up her arm, he kissed her cheek feeling her nod.

“Shower sounds nice…” leading Y/N over to the bathroom, Rhett showed her how to work the shower before leaving her to it and starting to move around the kitchen, making food.

As soon as the door was shut a weight was lifted off of Y/N’s shoulders as she leaned against the bathroom wall, relief consuming her.

She would be free, free to finally be with Rhett, free from the judgment of her family. To live as she wanted. Smiling, Y/N pushed off the wall and started the shower, letting steam fill the room and fog the mirror before she undressed and stepped into the shower.

After she’d washed her hair and scrubbed her body of the dust, dirt, and stress of the day she stepped out of the shower. Towel wrapped around her form, she smiled seeing how Rhett had laid out one of his shirts and a pair of her panties that he no doubt had taken weeks prior. Taking the shirt in her hands, she hummed smelling remnants of Rhett’s cologne on it.

Once dressed, Y/N cracked the door open and stuck her head out, watching as Rhett moved around the kitchen. Tiptoeing over to the couch, Y/N’s eyes caught on the small box that she still had yet to open.

Snagging it off the couch and popping open the lid, her eyes lit up at the small gold band homing a light green gem at the center. Pulling the ring from the box, she slipped it onto her finger before making her way into the kitchen.

Sneaking up behind Rhett, her arms snaked around his torso as she pressed her face into his back.

Chuckling, he glanced over his shoulder before taking her left hand. Noticing how she put the ring on, he smiled before pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “Have a good shower?” feeling her nod, he turned to wrap his arm around Y/N. Pulling her closer he kissed the crown of her head before motioning to the stove. “I wasn’t sure how you’ve been with morning sickness and all that, so I made rice and heated up some pot roast… I know it’s not really much but I-”

Cutting him off, Y/N pressed a smiley kiss to his lips before breaking away “It’s perfect” pressing another kiss to his lips, as she lingered, Rhett’s hands came up to cradle her face to deepen the kiss.

Holding a fist full of his shirt, Y/N hummed as Rhett’s hand moved to turn off the stove before his hands drifted down to her waist. Pushing the shirt up, trailing his hands up her shirt, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

Her hands moving up to tangle themselves in his hair. A moan left Y/N as Rhett licked into her mouth, trailing his hands lower, Rhett grabbed at Y/N’s thighs, signaling for her to jump. Following his subtle want, as soon as her legs were wrapped around his waist, Rhett turned to move up the stairs to the loft.

As Rhett walked up the stairs, one hand held firm on Y/N’s ass holding her up, the other crept under her shirt. Leaving goosebumps in its wake as he toyed with her breasts, his lips moved to her neck. Y/N’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Rhett’s shirt before she was able to push it away from his shoulders. Her hands roamed his shoulders with a feather touch before grazing over his tattoo and down his chest, a giggle came to her as she felt his chest hair beneath her fingers.

Before she knew it, Y/N was dropped onto a bed as she let out a squeal “What’s so funny Little Lamb?” he raised his brow, a smirk tugging at his lips as he untucked his shirt from his waistband and threw it somewhere in the room before crawling onto the bed.

Sitting up to meet Rhett, Y/N shook her head “Nothing…” she hummed as their lips met “...Just wondering how I got to be so lucky…” wrapping her arms around his neck. Rhett braced one hand on her waist and the other on the bed below as he eased her to lay back down.

Pulling away once Y/N’s head rested on the comforter, he chuckled “I should be asking you that” his hands moved to push her shirt upward past her breasts he groaned.

Painting her with hickies as Jackson Pollock would a canvas, as he worked on turning her skin into a splocky mess of red and purple. Y/N’s hands tangled into his hair as she craned her neck to watch as he continued on his path downward, stopping at her breasts, he took her into his mouth as he tweaked the other. A breathy moan filled the air as Rhett pinched her nipple between his teeth, giving it a slight tug before he placed a kiss to it and scooched down further, moving her hands to hold onto the comforter before his fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs and throwing them off into the abyss of the room.

Watching as he sat on his haunches, Y/N’s knees knocked together as she smiled at him. Which he returned, and as he kept eye contact his hands moved to her knees. Pulling them apart before leaning down and resting one of her legs over his shoulder. Kissing along the inside of her thigh, as soon as he was inches away from his goal, he bit down on the soft skin causing Y/N to squirm beneath him. “Rhett~”

“Aww, already so needy” he mumbled as she whined.

Placing a kiss to the teeth mark on her thigh, his lips lingered before he delved down to her cunt. Taking one long lick along her slit before his lips locked onto her clit

“Fuuuck yes!” White knuckling the comforter, Y/N’s body would have curled into herself if it weren’t for Rhett’s hands pinnering her hips down to the mattress. Brushing his nose against her clit, Rhett’s tongue licked into her.

“Please. Please. Please” She panted as the heel of her foot dug into Rhett’s back as he practically made a hole in the bed from his hard he was rutting his hips into the mattress.

Pulling him up from her, Y/N moved to sit up. Taking off the shirt before pushing Rhett to sit straight and moving to undo his belt.

Rhett smiled as he watched her fiddle with the button of his pants, he let her work, and once she had unzipped his pants his hands flew to take her’s. Easing her back down onto the bed before he threw off his pants and boxers, letting them land somewhere in the room.

Crawling back up her body, every so often planting kisses as he went till he reached her lips. His hands worked to wrap her legs around his waist. “You’re my perfect little Lamb” he smiled as he slipped his cock into her folds. Y/N’s hands flew to his shoulders, but before they could settle to fully brace herself, Rhett took her hands in his own. Lacing their fingers together he planted their hands above her head as his thrusts started slow.

“Oh fuuck” Y/N moaned not caring who heard before she rested her head into the crook of Rhett’s neck “Fuck Baby” Her hands tightened around his as he continued his thrusts, soft and slow, filling her to the hilt.

“My Little Lamb… Perfect in every way” He panted “You’re gonna look so pretty Lamb” He huffed “All swollen… full of me” He moved to hold her hands down with one hand before he took his other. Hooking his thumb on her bottom lip as his fingers rested under her chin, he brought her gaze to meet his “Sweet Little Lamb… you’ve bitten the forbidden fruit and now look at you…. Full with my cum and swollen belly full with my child” he smirked feeling how she fluttered around him at his words before leaning down to her ear “... And now… You’re Mine” He growled as his pace picked up, hand moved back up to hold her’s as his thrusts grew feverish.

“I’m yours!” She mewled, letting her legs tighten around his waist. Nodding he kissed along her jaw “That’s right Lamb. Mine” He emphasized with a thrust “...My Wife”

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nobody7102 · 2 years ago

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The Thing About Sunday: Part 4

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott X Tillerson!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Religius stuff, fighting, I think that's it

A/N: YAY I Finally got around to finishing part 4, I'm debating if there'll be a part five, we'll see. Also sorry not sorry in advance, tee hee

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Part 3. Part 5

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“Alright everyone, for the last five minutes I printed out some coloring pages for all of us” Y/N smiled as she passed out sheets of paper and motioned to a bin of crayons at the back of the room

“Remember, no more than four crayons from the bin at a time” she hummed walking around the room, looking over the drawing the kids were doing. Smiling as she looked over some drawings, Y/N kneeled next to a group of kids letting them talk over what they were drawing.

Not noticing how the classroom door creeped open as Rhett peeked his head in before walking in and crouching down next to a small group of students “Well what’s everyone doing?” His voice raised a bit as he spoke to the small children.

“Miss Tillerson got us coloring pages!” One exclaimed, showing Rhett the forest animals they’d been coloring in as another child showed him the underwater scene they'd chosen. “This is the one I’m coloring, Preacher!”

“Oh my goodness guys, these look amazing!”

A smile came soon to Y/N’s lips as she glanced over her shoulder, watching as Rhett took in all of the drawings he was being shown before she stood from her spot and walked to the front of the room. “Okay everyone, that is our time for the day.” she leaned against the wall as the children started to gather their things “If anyone wants to take any coloring pages with them, you are more than welcome to, and I will see everyone next week” she hummed before helping usher kids out to their parents.

Letting Y/N corral the children, Rhett started to clean up around the room, picking up whatever littered the tables. Now it was Y/N’s turn to lean in the doorway, watching. “You don’t need to do that ya know” she gave him a soft smile grabbing the colors that he held, as she started to walk away, Rhett grabbed Y/N by the waist. Pulling her closer to him, nuzzling his nose against her jaw. “Rhett…” she chuckled looking over her shoulder at the door as she lightly pushed him away.

“Is something wrong, Lamb?” his brows furrowed as she turned away from him “I know we don’t normally do stuff this publicly but a kiss every now and then can’t hurt” he hummed resuming to help pick up the classroom

Shaking her head “It’s not that” she grabbed the crayon bucket that had been sitting at the front of the classroom, filling the bucket as she walked around the tables. “I just… I still haven’t been feeling the greatest, I don’t wanna get you sick” she shrugged “I’m pretty sure it’s passed, it’s been a good week since but… don’t wanna risk getting the Preacher sick” as she finished putting the crayons back she leaned against her desk looking at her feet as Rhett approached, setting the papers down on the desk he caged her between his arms.

Now it was Rhett’s turn to shake his head “I don’t mind a little stomach bug Lamb” his hands moved off of the desk to frame her waist “What’s going on with you?” his thumbs rubbed circles on her hips over the light pink slip dress that hung from her, his lips pressed together in a thin frown as concern laced his eyes.

A sigh fell from her lips as she rested her forehead against Rhett’s letting her eyes close as his nose brushed against her’s “I’ve just been feeling so lousy and tired since the bug” letting her hands run up his arms she held onto the light blue fabric of his sleeve as if it would slip through her fingers if she didn’t “I haven’t felt right at all” she kept her eyes closed as the prickly stubble of Rhett’s cheek brushed against her before she felt it.

The soft, feather light ghosting of Rhett’s lips against both of her cheeks and against her forehead before they finally planted themselves on her lips. “I’m sorry” she whispered “I never meant to worry you or make it seem like I wa-”

Pressing an even firmer kiss to her lips, Rhett felt her sigh into the kiss before he pulled away “Don’t ever be sorry Lamb” his hand came up to cradle her jaw “I just wish you would have told me sooner… What kind of shepherd would I be if I let my Lamb deal with this all by herself?”

A small chuckle left Y/N’s lips as Rhett’s hand went back down to her waist, pulling her closer, her arms wrapped around his neck as her senses were flooded with mulberry and juniper as his aftershave and cologne mixed together. “How about after we close the church early tonight? No confessionals or meeting about the potluck, just you and me… How’s that sound Lamb?” feeling her nod against him, Rhett pulled out from the hug and planted one last kiss to her forehead “I’ll start to usher everyone out, you gonna be okay cleaning up?”

“Yeah” she hummed, still relishing in what lingered of his scent.

Letting his eyes trail over her face once more, Rhett left the classroom with a small smile plastered to his lips before muffled talking filled the church.

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Leaning against the leatherback of Rhett’s office chair, Y/N closed her eyes as her head swam with thoughts. Thoughts of her and Rhett, how soft he’d seem to become around her, and how she’d gone from being the Timid little Tillerson to the Lamb of the Church as Rhett put it.

“Well don’t you just look comfy” Rhett’s voice filled the room as he leaned against the doorframe.

A smirk came to Y/N as she replied “Got a real comfy chair Preacher” pushing herself up from the chair she met Rhett halfway before he wrapped his arms around her waist once more, resting his chin on her shoulder “You ready to go?”

“Go? I thought we were staying here?” shaking his head, Rhett grabbed both of their coats before leading Y/N outside to the parking lot.

Handing her the keys to the truck he motioned to it “Get in and start it, I’ll lockup” he hummed, kissing her cheek before walking back to the church doors.

And she did just that, after starting the truck she settled into the passenger seat, leaning against the window, watching as Rhett made his final checks to insure the building was properly closed off to the public for the time being. As soon as he was done he turned to face the truck and gave the cheesiest thumbs up before making his way around to the drivers side before pulling out of the driveway.

While the truck kicked up dust on the gravel road, all Rhett and Y/N could seem to care about was letting the cool autumn breeze fill the air as the windows were rolled down all the way. Sticking her hand out the window, Y/N let it catch on the air. Taking her free hand in his, Rhett smiled as she moved her hand around in the wind before bringing the back of her free hand to his lips as he turned the corner into a field.

Looking over to Rhett as he drove into a secluded spot of the field, Y/N furrowed her brows, watching him park the truck and turn it off before he climbed out and grabbed a duffle bag from the back seat, motioning for her to follow him.

Exiting the cab, Y/N pulled her jacket tighter around her frame as she circled the back of the truck, smiling at the hand the Rhett held out for her as he had already pulled himself into the truck bed. Taking his hand, she let him pull her up before he handed her a corner of the blanket he had pulled from his duffle “stick it in the corner up there” he pointed to the corner of the bed before they both laid the blanket down. Rhett grabbed two more blankets, wrapping one around Y/N’s shoulders before wrapping the second one around his own, and somehow, magically he managed to pull a third and final blanket from the bag and laid it over their legs before he pulled Y/N close to him.

Letting her lay on his chest, the two stared up at the pale yellows and oranges that painted the darkening blue sky. Letting the creatures of the night fill their senses, Y/N hummed as she shifted, pressing her ear to Rhett’s chest, listening to the thump of his heart.

Noticing her shift in his grasp, Rhett moved his hands so one rested on her lower back and the other rested over her stomach. Feeling her breath catch in her throat, she tensed as Rhett settled back into watching the sky, thankfully not seeming to notice how she tensed. Y/N shifted once more before relaxing.

“How long do you think we could stay like this?” Rhett hummed, resting his head atop of hers.

“Oh at least until hypothermia sets in” she joked, causing Rhett’s chest to rumble as he chuckled.

As they laid, watching the sky turned into a deep navy. It didn’t take more than an hour before Rhett smiled at the soft snores that came from the woman laying on top of him. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, Rhett basked in the silence for a few more seconds before he started to plant kisses all over her face. Ignoring the grumbling protests that came from Y/N he continued before whispering in her ear “Come on Little Lamb…” he hummed “I gotta get you back to the church to grab your car” his hand came up to cradle her jaw. “My Sweet Little Lamb” he chuckled as she nuzzled closer into him “I know you can hear me” he laughed, moving to sit up, still holding Y/N in his arms.

“But what about the hypothermia?” she rumbled, causing Rhett to laugh even more as he bundled her up in the blankets, before hoisting her up into his arms, getting down from the truck bed and bringing her around to the cabin of the truck. Somehow opening the passenger door, he skillfully moved Y/N inside and onto the seat before buckling her in and moving over to the driver's side.

As he began to drive, Rhett kept glancing over as Y/N started to wake herself up. “You gonna be able to drive home Lamb?”

She nodded rubbing her eyes “Yeah” she yawned “thank you” she smiled glancing groggily over to Rhett “for tonight”

“Of course” he smiled “Anything for my Little Lamb” The rest of the drive back was spent in a comfortable silence, with Rhett occasionally glancing between the road and Y/N. Pulling into the parking lot of the church, Rhett parked next to Y/N’s car. Unwrapping herself from the blankets, Y/N leaned over the seat kissing Rhett on the cheek. “Remember, if you need anything you can text me” he smiled.

“I will” she smiled before she climbed out of the truck and into her car. Once she was settled she waved over to Rhett before she pulled out of the parking lot, and Rhett’s truck pulled out a few minutes later, turning to go into town as Y/N headed for Tillerson ranch.

Still consumed by the bliss of earlier as she drove she noticed how the lights in the kitchen were on. Turning off the headlights to her car as she approached the house, she parked in her normal spot before she turned off the engine. Exiting the car Y/N headed into the house, quietly opening and shutting the door she snuck upstairs to her room.

Closing the door and kicking off her shoes, Y/N moved to lay down in bed. Staring up at the star carved in wood once more she furrowed her brows, her hand slowly moved to flatten her palm over her stomach, her breath caught in her throat again as she did before she sat up.

“...One more….just to be sure..” she mumbled, sitting up and going over to the dresser she pulled out the spare test she had buried at the bottom.

Following the motions she had repeated the week before setting it on the counter and walking back into her room, setting the timer. Flopping back in the bed she twiddled with her thumbs, waiting for the timer she let out a breath as it eventually went off. Pushing up from the bed Y/N made her way to the bathroom.

Making his way up the stairs Billy sighed “of course I’m the one getting her” he muttered before reaching Y/N‘s door, he knocked “Y/N, there’s dinner” he called “Y/N?” he asked again after a few minutes of not getting a response.

Pushing open the door, he looked around the room before seeing the bathroom door cracked “Sissy?” making his way further into the room, he rushed to the bathroom door upon hearing the cries that came from the other he shoved open the door before collapsing next to Y/N’s weeping form. Taking her in his arms he looked over her form “What’s wrong?! Did som-” he froze seeing the test in her hand. “Sissy… is-” “It’s positive…” she sniffled starting to cry again “I don't know w-what I’m gonna do”

Holding her tighter Billy stared down at the test in her hand before he moved to give her a wad of toilet paper to wipe her eyes “Right now, we’re gonna take a deep breath. Okay Sissy? We’re gonna take a deep breath and we’re gonna go down for dinner, then we’ll figure it out after. Okay?”

Nodding Y/N took the TP before Billy helped her stand. Squeezing the test in her hand, she opened one of the side drawers of the sink and shoved the test into it before closing it “Y-you can go down I’ll… I’ll be down in a minute…” she whispered

“Are you sure?” watching her nod, Billy slowly made his way out of the room.

Staring at herself in the mirror, Y/N shook her head before turning on the faucet and letting the water run cold. Cupping her hands under the water she brought it up to her face, gasping at the temperature change before she took a deep breath and dried off her face.

Shaking out her hands she exited the bathroom before making her way downstairs to the dining room.

“Look who finally decided to grace us with her presents” Trever joked “What took you do long?” He raised his brow as she took a seat next to Billy, “Grading Sunday school papers?” he laughed.

“Trever she was doing more today than you were, lay off” Patricia was quick to quip. As everyone dished up food and began to eat, Y/N picked at her plate, trying to eat what she could. “Y/N don’t pick at your food please”

Rolling his eyes Trevor took a sip of his drink “With how she’s been feeling lately I’m surprised she’s even eating with us…” he muttered

“We sure she’s not pregnant with how she’s been feeling” Luke smirked “The next Virgin Mary”

Scoffs filled the table as Y/N stared down at her plate, trying to keep the tears that welled in her eyes at bay. “Don’t joke about your sister like that Luke” Wayne motioned with his fork at Y/N “Lord knows you don’t have any room to talk”

As Wayne scolded his eldest, Patricia’s eyes stayed focused on Y/N and how she didn’t joke back like she normally would. “Y/N'' she called out, only to be met with silence “Y/F/N Tillerson.” she raised her voice and after a few seconds Patrica slammed her silverware down on the table “Are you fucking kidding me? Say you’re joking right fucken now”

Looking away from the table as her shoulder started to shake, Patricia pushed away from the table. Stomping over to Y/N before grabbing her arm and ripping her up from the table.

To Y/N everything was a burry rush of tears and yelling before she felt the gravel of the driveway beneath her as she fell to the ground. “After everything I did for you?!” Patrica shouted “You throw it all away to be some common whore?! Did I really teach you to respect your faith that little!? What did you just think that because of your status at the church and in this family that you could just trollop around town!”

Pushing herself up from the ground Y/N shook her head “Mama I didn’t-“

“Save it!” she shook her head “If you’re gonna act like a whore then you can sleep on the streets like one” before she slammed the door as muffled yelling could be heard from inside the house.

Slowly standing on shaky legs, vision still blurred with tears. She made her way down the long driveway, gravel digging into her feet as she pushed on, arms wrapped around herself as she let her head hang, trying to stifle the sobs that left her lips.

Coming to the all too familiar fork in the road, Y/N turned to make her way up the driveway of Abbott ranch, too caught up in trying to stay standing to hear the truck pull up and the call of her name come from behind her.

It wasn’t till she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders, turning her around that she looked up from the ground to be met with the blue seas of worry that were the eyes of her Rhett. She watched as his mouth moved but no sound made it to her ears before it all caught up with her at once.

“Lamb what happened!?” His voice was frantic as he cupped the sides of her face “Y/N, sweets what-”

“I m-messed up” she hiccupped before collapsing in Rhett’s arms. Holding her close to him, Rhett let her rest her head on his shoulder, trying to calm her breathing as her arms had a death grip on him “R-Rhett…” she mumbled “I’m pregnant"

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nobody7102 · 2 years ago

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The Thing About Sunday: Part 3

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott x Tillerson!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, choking, kind of food play, overstimulation, breeding kink, dom!Rhett, unprotected P in V, some religious stuff, mentions of being sick, throwing up

A/N: I know I said maybe 3 or 4 parts but I stg tumblr hates me, so at this point idk how long this is going to be (not that I mind bc writing for Preacher Rhett is like giving candy to a baby, and I am said baby)

Main Master-List

Part 2. Part 4

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As Y/N stared at the road ahead of her, she raked through her thoughts as she tried to do the math. Shaking her head Y/N scoffed to herself “How could I be so stupid…. Four weeks… four fucking weeks” she banged her hand down against the steering wheel, trying to think back to what her and Rhett possibly could have been doing.

The church was filled with moans as the communion table rocked back and forth causing scuff marks on the floor. With Rhett pressing his hand against Y/N’s back, holding her down onto the table as his cock plunged into her slick pussy.

Her nails digging into the wood, face smashed into the table runner, the feeling of the cool metal of the rosary Rhett placed on her neck for the morning sermon digging into her skin as he continued to rut his hips into hers at an unyielding pace.

The coppery smell of the rosary mixed with the scent of her arousal as it dripped onto the floor… it was almost intoxicating to him.

Lifting his hand from her hip, he grabbed a wafer from the ciborium before holding onto the back of the rosary and pulling Y/N upwards. A moan leaving her mouth as Rhett shoved the wafer in her mouth, resting his thumb on her tongue as he felt her wrap her lips around his thumb. “Have you humbled your heart today Sweet Lamb?” he groaned, feeling her nod as she savored the taste of his salty sweat against the bland wafer.

Pulling his thumb from her mouth, Y/N whined before he reached over grabbing the communion cup and held it to her lips. Loosening his grip on the rosary so she could take a sip before he shoved her back down onto the table and pouring a little wine down the crease of her spine, making Y/N shiver at the temperature change before he bent forward, trailing his tongue from the middle of her back to the base of her neck.

Lapping up the crimson liquid, he hummed at the taste on his tongue. Before pulling her back up to press a searing kiss to her lips, the taste of the communion on both of their tongues.

“You gonna be my good little Cock-Drunk Lamb” he growled in an almost animalistic tone, letting his hand move back to hold her neck, his grip much firmer than before as he listened to the irresistible babble that fell from her lips.

“Yesyesyesyes” shrieked “gonna be your good Lamb Preacher! Gonna be so good for you-“ her words caught in her throat as Rhett ground his hips against hers, slow lying down his pace yet still plowing into her enough to shake the table.

Dipping his head down to run his tongue up her neck, he paused whispering in her ear as his free hand moved to coddle the already swollen bud that was her clit “Are you gonna let me fill this pretty little pussy Lamb?” A whine left her lips as Rhett smirked, feeling her legs start to shake “Who’s tight little cunt is this?”

“Oh God!” The involuntary moan caught in her throat as her head fell back against Rhett’s shoulder

“You know that’s not the right answer…” he circled harder on her clit as his pace picked up once more “I’m gonna ask you one more time, and if you don’t answer little Lamb then you’re not gonna cu-“

“Yours!” She screamed as her high crashed into her like a bus “I’m yours! My pussy and my mouth and- and-“ closing her eyes she let her mouth hang open as Rhett revealed how her cunt completely soaked his cock and the table and floor beneath them.

“Shhhh, that’s it Lamb” Rhett let her fall onto the table and planted his hands back on her hips, letting his thrusts become rugged as he fucked her raw, “my pretty little Lamb” he groaned, chasing his own high “Mine”

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, Y/N turned off her lights as she pulled into the driveway. Noticing how her mothers car was back in the driveway, pulling up next to it, Y/N looked between the house and the plastic bag in her passenger seat.

Opening the plastic she took the tests out and shoved them in her purse before looking around her car and throwing a container of Clorox wipes into the bag and a book she had laying in her backseat. Exiting the car, she took a deep breath as she pushed open the front door, tiptoeing to the stairs before she heard her name being called.

“Y/N, we all thought you were upstairs?”

Turning on the step to face her mother, she nodded before holding up the bag “There’s something going around the church…. Just wanted to pick up something to clean all the kids' toys” watching as Patricia nodded, Y/N cut her off before she could say anything else “Listen Ma… I think one of the kids got me sick so I’m really not feeling well. I think I’m just gonna go lay down”

“Alright, well there’s steak and potatoes and beans in the fridge if you get hungry” she called out as Y/N made her way to her room.

As soon as the door was locked, Y/N threw the two bags on the bed before tapping her foot against the floor “uggh” she sighed, going into the bathroom and grabbing the long forgotten towel and cleaning up the now sticky spill form earlier in procrastination.

Sitting on the edge of the bed after the spill was cleaned, Y/N stared at her purse as it taunted her. Grabbing the bag she pulled out the two tests and set them on the bed before taking one of the boxes in her hand reading over the details on it. Furrowing her brow as she looked over it once more, she pushed up from the bed and walked to her bathroom, shutting the door she mumbled to herself “Three minutes… you can wait three minutes..”

After taking the test, she flipped it upside down on the counter before exiting the bathroom and setting a timer on her phone. Seated on the edge of the bed, her leg bounced as she looked at the other test box. Standing with the box in hand, she walked over to her dresser, and shoved it into one of the drawers, burying it beneath the clothes.

Leaning her head against the wood she sighed before turning, seeing the alarm on her phone going off. Rapping her knuckles against the wood before pushing off, she turned off the alarm before making her way into the bathroom.

Eyeing the test, she wiped her palms on her sweatpants as the test stared back at her. Letting out a breath, she reached forward, flipping the test

Not Pregnant

A sigh let her lips as she sank to her knees, “oh thank god…” as she huffed trying to stop the shake in her hands. Sitting on the floor she set the test back on the counter, resting her face against her knees as tears threatened to fall.

Blowing out a breath she lifted her head, her hand reached up to the counter, grabbing the test once more. Examine the words on the display screen, before rolling the test up in a wad of toilet paper and shoving it at the bottom of her trash can.

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Stretching out in bed, Y/N stared up at the ceiling, tracing over the wood in the morning sunlight. Letting her eyes run along the grain before stopping on the carved star that was right above her head.

Something Billy had done when they were little, with the excuse of scaring off the monsters that were under her bed. While it was never obvious to the town, Billy and Y/N were the closest out of all of the Tillersons. Knowing what it was like to be made fun of as the youngest, as soon as Y/N surprised the family when Billy was 5 he made sure that she never felt out of place like he did.

Smiling up at the star, she turned her head to look out the window opposite her bed. Taking in how the wind blew over the pasture as the sun caught the grass just right to make it seem like a sea of gold. However her smile slowly faded as soon as she felt the all too familiar turning of her stomach as the smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the house. Pushing up from the bed, Y/N ran to her bathroom, dry heaving over the porcelain rim, and she stayed like that. Hunched over till the nausea passed, standing from her spot she turned on the sink to cold before sticking her hands under it and bringing the water up to her face. Letting out a breath she closed her eyes. “...Just a bug…” she muttered before rinsing out her mouth with water before grabbing her toothbrush.

After brushing her teeth and throwing on a sweater, Y/N made her way downstairs, the wood creaking slightly beneath her feet as she entered the kitchen. Crossing over the threshold she sent a smile to Billy as she made her way to the fridge as Billy asked if she wanted any of the Fry Up he’d made. “No thank you Billy…” she hummed, grabbing out a bottle of water before moving to the counter that housed the bread. Taking out a slice she popped it into the toaster.

Watching as she made the toast, Billy turned down the heat on his food before leaning against the counter “Can I ask you something’... and you can absolutely yell at me if you want” Y/N turned to look at him before nodding “Are you pregnant?”

“I’m sorry?!” she scoffed crossing her arms “Billy are you on som-”

Raising his hands in defense, he shook his head “Listen Sissy. I’m just saying what I see… and after everything that happened with me and Lillian Tate in High School….. and Trever with Joanna Smith, I’m not as stupid as everyone thinks.” He deadpanned “I know when someones pregnant… or at least might be'' crossing his arms to match her stance “You’ve been feelin’ like shit for weeks, headaches, not eating a lot… I heard you reachin’ up a storm earlier… right as I started cookin’ too'' walking over to Y/N he placed a hand on her shoulder “You are my baby sister Y/N… and I will never judge you… but if you are pregnant I need you to tell me because I can’t help i-”

“I AM NOT-“ she yelled before quickly covering her mouth and looking around the kitchen, tears welling in her eyes. Grabbing Billy’s arm she pulled him outside onto the deck and shut the door. Keeping her back towards him, Y/N whipped her eyes as she tried to still her breathing, jumping when Billy placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her into a hug.

“...I’m not some Jezebel…” she whispered.

“Y/N, you are the best of us… I know you aren’t” Billy hummed letting her calm down before he continued “...but you did find someone special?” he smiled, poking her side. Pulling out of the hug, Y/N wiped away whatever tears were left before slowly nodding. “And you’re not preg-“

“No.” She quickly cut him off and crossed her arms, looking down at the wood of the deck “… I had the thought too, just a bug that’s going around…” her face paled at the thought.

Nodding Billy eyed her once more, noticing her lack of color, “and you’re 100% sure you’re not?”

Scoffing, she nodded once more “yes Billy, I’m sure… I took a test and it came back negative” walking back into the house, Y/N groaned seeing her burnt toast popping out of the toaster before putting it on a plate and buttering it up. Glancing over her shoulder to Billy, who finished his breakfast. The two remained in silence to the rest of the Tillerson household joined them.

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