♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: angel by massive attack + horace andy (6:20)
✰ pairing: rhett abbot x fem!reader
✰ cw: (no use of y/n & proofread) smut, enemies to lovers, swearing, bratty!reader, brat tamer!rhett, pure filth tbh, car sex, p in v sex, fingering, tit play, oral fixation if you squint, multiple orgasms (f!recieving), reader on top, save a horse ride a WHAAT?? sweetheart, baby, sweet girl and bunny nickname when referring to reader
✰ word count: 2.3k+
✰ summary: you and rhett are enemies and have been for years, after he lost his rodeo you find him brooding by his truck you poke fun but it soon grows hotter.
✰ a/n: apart of the maria hate club
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reader ❀
rhett ✪
You and Rhett locked eyes from across the tournament, you were sitting alone - almost like you came just for him. But he knew better, he knew that he needed to focus in. He had to win this, but your eyes made him falter. He found himself staring back at you a few times, he hated you, sure. But god the way you smirked at him made him crumble.
After the bullride, Rhett was ushered of the field - he scored, but he scored low. Faulty bull, is all. He packed up his things, silently hoping that you conveniently weren't watching him eat shit just before. He placed his things into the backseat of his truck, when he heard gravel against boot.
"You took quite a tumble out there, cowboy." He practically heard the smirk in your fucking voice.
"What do you want." He said it more maliciously than he wanted, but you were mocking him at the wrong time. His eyes were locked in on his truck, as he sifted through his bag for something. You leaned against his truck,
"To poke a little fun, is all."
"Now's not a good time."
"It's always a good time, Rhetty."
"Don't call me that." He finally turned to face you, his arms crossing. You stepped closer to him, reciprocating the same body language - crossing your arms.
"Your attempts at intimidating me are as good as your bull-riding skills, so that's not sayin' much." You flicked back his hat as you spoke. He grabbed your arm,
"Don't fuckin' test me right now, sweetheart."
You faltered a bit, his grip strong."You were starin' at me from across the field, did I make you mess up?"
"In what world?"
"Do I make you nervous, Rhett?" You'd step closer.
"Quite the opposite."
"Mhm, I bet." A smirk was plastered onto your face. You'd pull your wrist away from him, "Careful now, cowboy."
You'd step away, moving to walk off - feeling Rhett's eyes on you. When he suddenly wrapped an arm around your waist, practically pulling you back to him. You let out a noise of surprise as he kissed you.
You soon melted into the kiss, Rhett pushing you up against the side of his truck. Rhett forced his tongue into your mouth, tilting your head up to accommodate for the height difference between the two of you. The kiss was all teeth, tongue and spit. Pent up frustration coming through.
Rhett broke the kiss before opening the door to his truck,
"Get in."
"What?--"
"I said get in, sweetheart. Need to fuck this out of my system."
You'd settle into the truck without another word, watching as Rhett crawled in after you - closing the door behind him from any prying eyes.
He'd pull you into his lap, hands moving up the sides of you - you giggled a bit, taking off his hat.
"Need to blow off some steam huh?"
"Yeah and put you in y'r goddamn place, got quite a mouth on ya."
"Want me to use that mouth?"
"I want you to shut the hell up." Rhett wove a hand into your hair, tugging you into another kiss. Teeth clashing against each other, as he made work on your jeans as you shrugged off your jacket.
His mouth moved down to your neck, as he shoved down your jeans to your thighs. He bit into your neck, running his tongue over the bites as a silent apology. His calloused hand dragged down your body, slipping underneath your panties - thick fingers finding your clit.
He pulled back from your neck, resting his head back against the head rest as he watched your reactions eagerly.
"There you go, bunny. Already so wet for me." He'd murmur, pushing two fingers into you with ease. He'd make work of you, moans spilling from your mouth as Rhett found that spot inside you almost immediately, fuck.
"Yeah, right there? That feel good, doesn't it?" He tilted his head at you, the teasing evident in his voice. You couldn't voice your pleasure, so you just nodded - moans leaving you.
Of course he'd be experienced, you wanted to feel his fingers inside you all the time if you could. Hips bucking against his hand as you rested your head against his shoulder, fucking his fingers into you as you practically rode his hand there in the backseat of his truck.
"I hate you." You let out a soft moan.
"Yeah?" His palm was now grinding into your clit, your hand immediately going to his shoulder to stabilise you. Your orgasm found you quickly, he placed a hand around your waist - coaching you through it. Moans spilling from your mouth, Rhett moved to cover your mouth.
"Shh, bunny.. you dont want people hearin' now?"
As you came down from your high, Rhett pulled you closer,
"You still got some more in ya?"
"Can't leave you pent up now can I, cowboy?" Your hands made quick work of his belt, hands shaking slightly from your previous orgasm.
Rhett's hands covered yours, "I've got it." He chuckled, unbuckling his belt - tossing it somewhere else in the car. Unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down his thighs.
You'd notice the very obvious tent in his boxers, he was big. Bigger than you thought. You wondered if he'd let you suck it, atleast once - if this thing you were doing was going to continue.
"You still with me?"
"Mm-- mhm." You'd nod, fingers dragging down his abdomen to the bulge. You'd toy with the waistband, just for a few seconds - just to confirm that this is actually happening. Then your hand dipped beneath it, pulling down his boxers down to his knees.
His cock bobbed against his stomach, the tip already leaking pre-cum, a bit of it landing on his stomach. The tip swollen, red and angry.
"Condoms in the glovebox." Rhett murmured, a hand resuming it's spot on your waist as you turned around on his lap, your back now facing his front. Leaning over in the car into the front seat - adjusting yourself to open the glovebox, practically on your knees.
"You really need to clean out your glovebox." You mumbled fishing around it before finally finding a condom. You settled back into Rhett's lap, turning around so you were now facing him.
He took the condom from you, ripping it before placing it onto his hard cock.
"I didn't force you into my truck for you to complain more." A smirk on his face, as he placed his hands back to your hips.
"All good?"
You'd nod,
"Gonna have to give me words, baby. Or did I make you cum that hard?" Another tilt of his head.
"Yes-- god yes."
"There we go.." He'd muttered.
Rhett's hands moved to the button up shirt you were wearing. You'd swat his hands away.
"C'mon, not even a peak?"
"Gonna have to pay extra for that."
He'd simply pout,
"I bring you into my very comfortable truck and I let you cum on my hand and you wont even let me have the pleasure of seeing your tits? Plain criminal." Rhett placed a hand to your cheek, his thumb dragging down your bottom lip. "C'mon, sweetheart... I'll make you feel so good."
You let out a breath at his promise, "Fine. I'll hold you to that though."
Then, a smirk,
"Thank you," Rhett placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, hands working at the buttons on your shirt - pushing it off your shoulders with your help. His hands expertly unclasping your bra, slowly pulling the straps off you. Placing kisses to your neck and collarbone as a thanks.
He looked down at you,
"Fuckin' gorgeous.." He'd mutter more to himself, cupping one of your tits - a cold thumb slipping over the perked nipple, earning a soft whimper from you.
He took your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling against the hard skin. You placed a hand into his hair, egging him on - pulling at the soft curls.
You could only imagine how his tongue would work between your thighs, you could only imagine a lot of things with his man who previously hated you sitting in front of you now sucking on your tits.
Rhett pulled back a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your tit, he looked up at you - a lopsided smirk on his face.
"If I don't fuck you now, I am going to lose my mind." He placed his hands to your ass, pushing you further onto his lap. The tip of his cock grazing your soaked core, learning a groan from the both of you.
"That makes two of us." You leaned forward, capturing him in another heated kiss as his strong hands directed your hips for you to sit down directly on his cock, feeling unbelievable full. The moan you let out soaked up by the kiss as he smirked against your lips.
"Th're you go, bunny.. s' good, doing s' good just for me." Rhett muttered against your lips. You pulled back a bit, looking down at where you two were connected, Christ he was big.
"You alright, baby?" Rhett placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. He looked concerned, not a look you commonly saw on Rhett Abbott's face.
"Y-Yeah.. you're just, it's big."
You wanted to smack that egotistical smirk off his face,
"Big, yeah?" He tilted his head.
"Don't be a dick."
"Well you're riding mine." You felt him twitch inside of you, earning a small whimper from you.
You took a moment to collect yourself, get used to the sensation of your enemy's cock buried to the hilt inside of you.
"O--Okay, I'm gonna start moving."
"Be my guest." Rhett leaned back as you started to move your hips, moving forward and back first - building the pace. "Jesus-- you're so tight.." He looked down to where the two of you were connected.
You started to move your hips upward, Rhett's hands moving to wrap around your waist - hoisting him up for the two of you to be chest to chest, his own hips bucking up now meeting your rhythm.
"I hate you." You said between high pitched moans.
"Hate you too, baby." You felt that sensation deep in your belly again, overstimulating yet soothing. Rhett knew that too by the way you were clenching around him.
"Y' close, sweet girl?" His hand snaked between your two hot bodies to have his thick fingers work in circles against your clit. You could only nod with this new pleasure, head resting against his shoulder. His other hand moved to weave into your hair, tugging gently as he tsked.
"Nah, bunny. Look at me when you cum, I wanna see it." Because of course he did, he wanted to see the girl that he argued with for years cum like it was her first time, because of him. Just needed that ego booster.
Your mind was completely turned off at this point, your thoughts just filled to the brim with Rhett - in more ways than one. The way his dark blue eyes watched you, his thick fingers working against your swollen nub, and his cock pushing into you and filling you ever so deeper. Your mouth open as moans and whimpers poured out, if people didn't hear you before. They sure as hell did now.
"C'mon, cum on my cock." That deep southern growl in his voice was the last thing you needed to tip over the edge, hands gripping as his chest as you came around him, earning a groan from him as you tightened.
As you came down from your high, Rhetts hands caught you from falling into him, then you realised Rhett still hadn't cum yet. That fire still in his eyes, your cunt was overstimulated but a front row seat to Rhett Abbott being ruined by your pussy was too good to give up.
He tightened his hands around your waist, switching your position for you to be laying down on the carseat. Rhett overtop of you as he fucked his cock into you, his face planted in his neck - peppering kisses there.
You whined from overstimulation. "I know-- god, I know baby.. just.. give me a minute, okay?" His words muffled by your neck, you then weaved your fingers into his hair - deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine. Pulling his head back as you looked into his eyes, you saw the smallest amount of drool in the corner of his mouth, his eyes wide as his hips didn't let up, in fact fucking into you faster - but his hips soon faltered, with one last thrust he came into the condom.
You both just laid there for a moment, catching your breaths as realisation set in. Rhett pulled back, looking down at you - chest heaving. You simply looked up at him, your hand still in his hair. You pushed yourself with the remaining energy you still had, pulling him into a kiss by his hair. This one wasn't heated like the others. It was soft, promising. Promising that there was something more to this.
You then pulled back, smiling against his lips.
"What?" A breathless chuckle left him.
"I actually came over to your truck before to tell you that the guy who placed above you got disqualified."
"..What?--" His eyes widened.
"You're going to the semi-finals, Abbott."
"Why didn't you tell me?" An evident smile on his face.
"Because I wouldn't have gotten fucked if I did."
A beat of silence, he'd laugh - placing his head on your shoulder.
"I hate you."
"I hate you too."
give peace a chance, let the fear you have fall away. i've got my eye on you . . . say yes to heaven; say yes to me. is it wrong to be sleeping with the enemy? is it worse that rhett dreams of leaving this forsaken town behind with nothing but his last name on yours? your secret relationship is catastrophic- you know its wrong. but when you're lying in his arms, it's never felt so right. so he'll settle for sneaking around after your shows, pretending like he doesn't catch your eye at his competitions, like he doesn't have to leave before the first stroke of sunrise hits- he'll take what he can from you, but that doesn't mean he doesn't dream of providing you with a life and love so much more than closed doors.
pairing: tillerson daughter/ ballet dancer fem reader x rhett abott
themes: forbidden lovers, pretend enemies, sneaking around, mentions of overbearing brothers and threatening, almost being caught in the backseat, makeout sesh- no actual sex just kissing and partial undressing so mdni please, dreams of leaving town.
it was his turn to lurk in the shadows tonight.
you'd catch him usually in the farthest row where only the faint glint of his ocean blue eyes settle on your frame miles away. his stare usually burns a soft warm fire in your veins as your blood melts into the music, drowning you in the momentum and it's hard to not focus on how alone and angry and confused you feel when the symphony drums along your spine. it's hard not to know when to stop, often ending a little more harsher than you mean to- when you open your eyes and find the twinkling sea orbs that pull you back to the surface and call you home.
he isn't here tonight however, something about a last minute competition he pressed into your forehead with a fluttering kiss before he left you to escape out of his barn a few days ago and you haven't seen your cowboy since. with dance rehearsals, gruelling training and surrounding yourself with your brothers enough to throw them off the scent of you and rhett's secret has been taking up almost all of your time. and when you're not with him, you're thinking of him and it hurts to be on the opposite side of his family's rivalry.
it wasn't unfamiliar news to wyoming that the abbotts and tillersons did not get along. generations worth of fueds had been sowed into the ranches and it was never specifically said to your face but you knew it in the disapproving glances royal abbott sent your way whenever your rode to the border where your ranches met, hoping to steal a look at your favourite cowboy. it was in the stoic stance of cecilia abbott who could only send you the smallest of smiles as she reluctantly babysat her granddaughter who was too young and naive to understand what it felt like to have enemies; she just liked to watch the ballet. she didn't know the whispers that would circle town of the hatred your families held for each other, she just thought the ballet hall was the prettiest thing she's ever seen- and that you were the prettiest girl she has ever seen.
but tonight, you knew they would be out supporting their own, just as you ached in your bones to be in his vicinity. the show had ended as a success, scouts had been planted, impressed and had approached your brothers at almost every interval, begging for you to relocate this talent outside of the small town you live in- but you know as long as your father is alive, you're stuck here to this foresaken ranch with no end in sight.
"amazing show, tilly," your brother luke affectionately kisses your cheek and you smile softly, nodding your head in appreciation. he takes the massive bouqets of flowers piled into your arms, promising to take them back to the ranch for you and keep them alive. "you need a lift back?"
"nope, might catch a drink with the girls and then head back," he ruffles your hair "night" and you wave at the other two brothers already waiting at their cars. no doubt they are also going to let the buzz of alcohol numb out the loneliness they also feel from being trapped in this place. though your brothers were always better at hiding it- they had a purpose, they had the ranch. you? you were the youngest, the only daughter- there to stand in name and look pretty.
"catch you later," you breathe into a side hug and watch their cars slowly back out of the hall parking lot. you're still standing in your costume attire, your hair tightly pulled at the scalp that it drums a coming migraine into your temples. you sigh slowly, the end of the night slowly creeping up on you and settling on your heart so you turn to make a headstart to the door and gather your things.
the chill of the air bites at your skin until you're lifted airborne, spinning around and around as the familiar feeling of home plants his hands at your waist and twirls you like you're suddenly invincible. "oh my god," your hands are shakily holding yourself up on his shoulders before he lowers you into his embrace with a rough chuckle, "you scared me," you breathe into his neck, into his pulse point as you feel the soft beats of his heart alongside your mouth.
"missed you, doll," he brings his lips to yours, biting on your bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth. it's messy the way you attack him back, swallowing his love and filling it with the days of yearning and longing for your lover. he has you up against the wall, shielding your body from the public eye, though it is almost midnight and there's hardly anyone who'd lurk at the backstage door. but still, the wall is cool compared to the burning intensity rhett presses into you and his hands climb lower and lower.
"rhetty," you murmur, breaking apart from his swollen pink lip momentarily, directing your focus to littering softer kisses down the length of his neck and into the centre of his throat.
"yeah, baby?" comes his heavy drawl as he flicks his neck upwards, relishing in your touch and how the scrape of your freshly manicuref fingernails feels trailing over the spot you've just marked in his neck proudly.
"we should move this to your place," you look up to him after a beat, softness swirling in your eyes as rhett returns the tenderness immediately. he pretends to think on it, causing you to burst out a giggle so light it blinds him and he grins.
"too far," he hums, trapping your body beneath his and moulding your body in the wall. you shoot him a look, taking in your surroundings to make sure there's no one but you guys out in the open. it's risky being out this long, someone's bound to catch up your lie and the consequences settles a spark of the same dreaded fear in your bones- a constant reminder of who the two of you are and what you belonged to first.
family history and then to each other.
"someone might see us," you whisper and he rolls his eyes- the same sentiment that gets rinsed between the two of you almost every single encounter alone you have. but he knows its true- and in the midst of a family fued so stupid and heartless, the last thing he wants to do is loose you in the mess of it too.
"good thing i brought my truck, huh?" he grins, a flash of pearly white teeth peeking through the edge and you bite back a smile of your own. he's lifting you in his big arms again as you fight the tulle, wrapping your legs around his waist in a tight knot and interlocking your arms around his neck. at this level, rhett can hear your heartbeat tattering in your chest inches away from his ears and if he could, he'd use that as the soundtrack to his life. sometimes, when the world feels too heavy for him to carry and too quick for him to keep up with, its the same tattering that slows him down to his own pace and he'd imprint it onto his own if he could.
he grips the back of your thighs with one arm and unlocks the door to the backseat with his other, lying you down gently before climbing in on top of you. the door slams with a thud and you're so damn thankful that rhett has tinted the windows to his truck or you would've been long exposed. your arms still interlock around rhett's neck as he draws closer to you and you pause-
"wait," and he lifts his head from the dip of your neck. he's still in his riding uniform as your hands work their way over the shiny buckles and denim that hugs his form a little too well. you love rhett in his uniform, it stirrs a new kind of excitement and trouble for you and he lets you run your fingers all over him before tracing the corner of his lip where a faint scar rests. "how was the ride?" your eyebrows lift in a gentle question and a smirk rests on those rosy lips.
"i don't know sweetheart, you haven't started yet- can't really grade it so far but i appreciate the enthusiasm," and you scoff, bringing your knee up to nudge him lightly in feign annoyance.
"very funny, abbott," you fight his teasing grin, "how was it?" he presses a kiss to your thumb holding jaw and at the corner of his lip gently before getting a little bashful under your stare, he clears his throat lightly and presses his forehead to yours.
you get a glimpse of your favourite colour as they stare back at you intimately, "your boy won, of course," he adds, letting the shy grin run wild and your eyes widen in excitement.
"oh rhetty, baby, that's," he doesn't let you get the words out before he kisses you senseless. you detach yourself from him before he latched onto your neck and travelling down your chest exposed from the strapless costume you had danced in tonight. "excuse me," and he pauses at the sternness laced in your voice, "can i not praise my hardworking boy? my bullriding champion?" you emphasise and at the claiming, rhett feels his heartbeat downright pound and beg to be released from his chest, feeling the heat of his blood race to the tips of his ears in a maddening blush. "you're incredible," you speak directly into his gaze, "that's raw fuckin' talent, baby," and he flushes under your praise. there's only you in the entire world who's ever made rhett abbott feel like he's somebody, that he does have something to offer this shitty place and that hopefully washes out some of the dirty footprints that have been left in his soul. he's in love with you, the person you make him want to be for himself and you and he's sure he could never find you in any other person ever.
"is that right?" he murmurs intensely, and a laugh escapes you,
"uh yeah, that is right," you raise your brows and watches as a small frown overtakes his face.
"what?" you question, but his hands do the talking, they travel up to your hair and tug it free from the hold its in- a few pins clatter to the floor of his truck, no doubt some are still stuck between the strands but he comes his fingers through it to break the stiffness of the wax used to slick it down. "it's going to need a wash," you admit and he nods softly almost to himself.
"it's going to give you a headache," he mutters seriously and he lets the hair fall down the car seat like a river, running his fingers through the length of it. you lean into his touch instantly, a small sigh of pleasure leaving your lips and he wants to savour how every decible sounds from your lips. it isn't long before the two of you are tangled in each others embrace again, lost in sweet kisses and praise that rhett almost doesn't hear the knock on his truck roof.
"rhett, what the fuck you doing round here?" comes the voice of your brother luke and rhett feels you ice out, freezing completely as your body turns limp under him. he pressed a kiss to your cheek softly, closing his eyes before lifting his head and raising his voice, careful not to be loud so close to you.
"luke is that you i hear?" he feigns indifference.
"you gonna get out the fuckin' truck?" luke shouts and you're sure you can already detect the thick of alcohol slowing his speech down. "or you fuckin' some random in the truck?" he spits out, "at my damn sisters performance!"
your heart thudders in your chest and all the warnings you and rhett have shared in the last months make you feel so damn stupid for not just giving in to sensibility. the voice draws nearer till you can feel luke's voice at rhett's driver side window thats peeked open halfway. at luke's nearing movements, rhett lifts your body from the seat at a lightning pace, holding you just inches from the floor, burying you further into hidden sight behind the seats. his fingers grip your back as you dangle halfway, hoping you're not breathing as loud and hard as it feels. the touch is warm and rhett tries to stroke his thumb gently across your exposed back in comfort but you've closed your eyes tightly in fear.
"luke," rhett's tone lowers itself dangerously and you've never heard it dip so bad in warning, "get the fuck away from my truck, i am busy," each word is gritted out as his fingers tighten around you.
"you're a dick!" he spits, "and when you get rid of the girl come morning, i'm gonna bust your ass, this is our fucking territory" and it isnt long before he's trailing away from whatever slither of darkness he errupted from.
its silent; the thick of the air settling on your skin and from where you're half buried, the darkness feels like its closing in on you- it gets harder to see rhett's face the tighter you wind in the spiral.
"c'mere darlin," and he hauls you back up against him, you shift your bodies so you're now sitting up right next to him, making a move to reposition your dress in all the ways rhett has undone you and sit. he lets out a sigh- one of relief or plain exhaustion, you are unsure but he waits for you to find your words- to tell him what you want to do as he sits there worldlessly playing with your fingers as you play with his heart.
"i think it's time for me to go home," you swallow quietly- and rhett hates this version of you that your brothers bring out. the one that shrinks into herself, so unsure and small- that always finds a way to walk away from him.
"hey now, don't do that to me honey, don't start pulling away," he immediately wraps his arms around you, holding you close, "let's not let that dick ruin our night, baby." and you close your eyes, wanting to believe its just you and him, against the world but as long as youre a tillerson and he's an abbott- things will never work out the way you want them to.
"you know what i think?" he hums into your ear.
you don't ask what, just look upwards into his soft eyes and raise your brows slowly, he uses his fingers to smooth the wrinkle between them and places a kiss to your hair, "i think that after both our performances today, we should at least celebrate with dinner?"
"rhett its one am," you place a hand on his heart.
"and i'm starving," he moans, "c'mon, dollface. i'll drive out of state if you're worried about anyone spotting us." and he would absolutely blow his fuel tank and travel the unneccessary miles if it gets you to relax his shoulders and sink back into him.
"i wish we wouldn't have to," you mumble as he hums in agreement.
"babygirl, i'd take you in whatever pieces you'll let me than not have you at all," and he lifts your chin with his finger to melt his lips into yours again. the hesitations there but he feels you back on earth on the same wavelength again in moments. its his turn to pull away and he stares at you with a look of such adoration that you let the grin put up permanent residency onto your face.
"what?" you stick your tongue in your cheek, trying to read into this expression.
"you just look like rest of my life, doll," its so natural how the words fall from his lips and he knows that they mean a greater weight to you than an 'i love you'.
"you can't just say that rhett," you breathe, the air getting warmer around you and before you have a chance to let your mind travel lightyears away from him, he's cupping your cheeks holding you still.
"and why not?"
"because you make me think that we can pull this off- that we can make it out of here," you stress- it's downright wishful thinking and dangerous how you would follow rhett to the other side of the world- abandon all you've ever known to have him whole.
"we can," he swears a promise so true as he presses his forehead to yours, "and we will." you know he means it with his whole being; the fierce determination laced in his voice and the firmness holding his features in place. you rest your head on his chest, choosing the easier option to make believe in the pretend dreams of freedom and love than having to face reality with another arguement- spoiling both his and your nights. after all, he did just win a bullriding competition and instead of being with his family or friends, he's here in the shadows with you.
"c'mon baby," he pats your hip affectionately before making a move to open the backseat door. you gingerly follow him out and take your place upfront where he laces your fingers together over the console, kissing your knuckles tenderly. the truck starts up with a gentle pur before he takes his eyes off of you to back up out of the ballet hall parking lot, but never moves his hands from yours throughout the journey he takes out of state.
and when he arrives at some random diner miles away from what you call home, he unlocks the passenger side and helps you out the car. you two must look ridiculous- you still in stage costume and makeup, and rhett in his boots and denim uniform clinging to him like second skin. he must know this too because he laughs like this is just a little secret only the two of you will carry and cherish your entire lives.
he lifts the cowboy hat off his head and places it on top of yours, kissing your cheek swiftly before leading you into the diner. one hand remains on your waist and the other in your own hand as you walk in synchronised step.
"tonight, there's no tillersons and there's no abbotts," he murmurs into your ear, "its just me and you- and i'm just a boy taking this mighty fine girl out for a date and hoping i'll get a goodnight kiss." you stop walking and hes a step ahead, looking back your arms outstretched from the interlocked hands.
"if you're a good boy, you'll get more than just a goodnight kiss," you smirk to break the tension, knowing how hard he's working to make this night right again and he pulls you right up against him.
"yes ma'am," and he promises to the stars- with his whole soul that the two of you will make it to wyoming, even if he has to lose everything to make it happen, he's willing to put up the biggest fight of his life.
note: i kind of want to make this into a little drabble series because forbidden lovers as a concept?? sign me UP- i'm on ep 4 of outer range and i know the beef has descended from stealing land to murdering brothers now but lets pretend that hasnt happened yet- though i do think i might do an angsty like "where is trevor?" kinda scene ugh thatd be fun or maybe play into that pretend enemies in public kind of vibe anyways, thanks a bunch for making it this far!
Summary: Soulmates were special, but it gets more complicated when your soulmate is your families enemy
Warnings: somewhat innocent reader, readers race isn't stated (yes the Tillerson's are a white family but reader can be adopted/just a Frank Gallagher thing.) , somewhat proofread, OOC Patricia and Cecilia, cheesy, very cheesy, this is a guilty pleasure cause i love forbidden romance.
Author’s Note: I've been writing this during my free time and honestly really like it, this is only the first part, if this gets some traction (even just one person) ill add more.
Word Count: 3,697
Soulmates were special.
Your perfect match.
A spark of first touch.
But to get your soulmate you need to touch people.
And to touch people you need to talk to people.
AND to talk to people you need to leave your house.
Unfortunately as the youngest and only Tillerson daughter. Your family practically kept you locked up in the ranch.
You could run errands with your brothers once in a blue moon but overall you were usually stuck.
But tonight was different. 21st birthday landing right on a rodeo.
So you did what any grown woman did if they were practically trapped.
Snuck out the window.
You had set it up earlier in the day. Making sure the bales of hay were by your window tonight instead of back of the house.
And after hours of primping and getting ready. You were ready to make your debut. In jeans and a hoodie.
Damn Wyoming.
Warm days and cold nights. Never a moment's peace.
The rodeo was somewhat exactly like how you imagined it. Like a less exciting fair. Food trucks and stalls. A few little cowboy themed games for kids.
But a lot more people than expected.
Trying to b line to the beer stand. Pushing past people standing in the middle of the paths or walking on the wrong side.
Finally getting a bottle of cider. Before getting shoved to a building of a person.
Looking up and quickly and embarrassly saying “I’m so sorry- just got knocked around-“
“Slow down” he chuckles, his smile warm “it’s fine- I get pushed around worse by bulls, hey- I don’t think I’ve seen you here before- you new?”
“No- well yes to this, but uh, I’ve been here forever”
“Farm girl? Sheltered?” He chucks, you nod. “Pretty common round here, people stuck in their ways keeping women locked up”
“Yeah- parents dream for me to be a home maker, so taking as much as I can”
“Where’s my manners? I’m Rhett,” he says, extending his hand.
“y/n” you say. Taking his offered hand.
It felt like the world stopped. A jolt shot through your hands. A small sparkle around where your skin meets.
You both are too stunned to do anything, staring at each other with dreamy eyes,
Like magnets and the earth itself pushed you together.
“The hell are you doing here?” Luke yells, grabbing you harshly, pulling you from Rhett. “You stay away from her Abbott”
“Let go of me” you grumble to your brother as he pulls you back. You watch as Rhett stares at you as you're taken away. Lips slightly parted and eyes wide.
Then. A girl. Tan, dark haired. Beautiful, putting her hands on his shoulder. As she talks to him breaking him out of his stare on you, only glancing back one last time before losing sight
“You ain’t supposed to be out” Luke grumbles
“I’m a grown ass woman I’m sure I can make up my mind” you say fighting his arm off your shoulder
“You can when you don’t immediately start fraternizing with an Abbott.” He hisses “go home or I’ll take you home”
“Can’t know who’s who when I'm locked up” you groan making your way to the parking lot
“Don’t act like you’re some prisoner- cause you ain’t. You’re just. Naive”
“And who’s fault is that?” You say rolling your eyes
“Listen, you need a ride? I won’t go telling on you.” He says trying to soften his tone
“Wow thanks”
“I’m tryin to be nice” Luke groans
“I rather walk then get into your truck”
He huffs once. Leaving you to walk.
And it was a long walk. Especially in the dark. You hadn’t actually planned on how to get back. Just assumed you’d walk back. But forgot about how damned dark it is away from the town. And each rustle you were scared of was a coyote or mountain lion.
Not to mention the dreaded fact you met your soulmate.
Who was clearly taken.
And your family’s mortal enemy.
The man you met was nothing like what your family had said. Yes, you only exchanged a few words. But he didn’t stand like he was full of himself or like he believed he was the best. His eyes weren’t snake-like and were soft. Smile not cruel and mocking, but comforting. Tone wasn’t harsh or anything, it was so- sweet
God how he looked at you after. It was like it was just you. Only you in this world.
The sound of a rumbling truck kicked you out of your daze. Body stiffening as it drives down. its head lights making your shadow project.
Then. Just as it starts to pass it pulls over.
Yup this is it. You're getting kidnapped and murdered.
The door opens and all you can see is the silhouette. A man with a cowboy hat.
That sure down narrow it down here in bum fuck Wyoming.
But, what's weird is that. Your body wasn’t scared. No adrenaline. Heart not pounding.
“The hell are you walking out here for?!” Only a voice you were just thinking about. When he gets closer he holds you by the sides of your arms, looking you over. “Jesus Mary and Joseph you know how many things out here could eat you? Not to mention just, bad people? Shouldn’t have expected anything from Tillerson”
“Pardon?” You ask broken from your daze. Did he, just insult you?
“Luke, should’ve known he would just dump you on the side of the road. You ain’t his girl still right?”
Oh, he had- no clue-
“Ew!” You say before thinking “no- no- he’s-“ you hesitate, knowing you had to break it to him, that you were his family’s enemy “my brother-“
He pauses. Staring at you.
“Yeah-“ you say softly
“You’re a-“
“Tillerson-“ you finish. Chewing on your lip nervously.
“You- I didn’t know they had a daughter-“
“Yeah they keep me in, kinda- to be like a house wife-“ you say awkwardly. “Not my thing really-“
“I uh- can tell”
“So.”
“You know- I’m an Abbott”
“Yeah, been thinking bout each outcome on the walk.”
“Best one?”
“They put aside their differences and tolerate each other since we’re bound by the fates”
“And- worst one?”
“We stay separated and eventually die from soulmate withdrawal. Or we run away and lose our entire lives and everyone we love here”
“Shit” he scoffs holding his face. “Neither- sound ideal. And my pa can sure hold a grudge”
“So can mine”
“Let me- take you home first-“
“They’ll recognize your truck if they see you.”
“I’ll drop you off by the gate then, it’s still two miles, please”
“Fine-“ you conceded, almost too easily. Say yes to the man you just met to drive you home and not your brother. You huff at the absurdity and follow him to the truck. Staring at him as he opens the door for you
“Well, you gonna get in?” Rhett asks staring back
“What are you doin?”
“Opening the door for you”
“Why?”
“Cause, you're a lady. And- it’s respectful” he says confused “do Tillersons not open the doors for their ladies?”
“I just thought that was a thing fancy people did like in the movies” you say getting in the truck using his hand to help yourself. Trying to ignore the small fizzle in the touch
“It’s what gentlemen do for ladies no matter the age or whatever” he sighs running to the drivers side “no one ever hold it for you in public? Like just opening a door cause they're in front of you?”
“I don’t go out that much”
“Makes sense, I know most of the women in this town-“ he starts before pausing. Realizing his mistake “and men, I know just everyone” he coughs turning the truck on with a vroom
“Smooth” you chuckle
After about 2 minutes of silent driving, watching at how much faster home is getting to you now, you can’t help but itch to just, reach out and feel him again.
His jaw was clenched. Eyebrows furrowed. Chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Only looking away from the road when he notices you staring at him
“What? Do I got something on my face?”
“Can I- hold your hand-“ you mumble, his eyebrows raise like he’s considering his options, his hands fidgets on the wheel like it was already about to reach for her. “I just- wanna feel the spark again”
He nods, clearing his throat, putting his right hand down, palm facing up. You softly lay your own hand on his, feeling the fizzle, only word that you could even explain to how this feels was, poprocks
“Poprocks?” Rhett asks, you said that out loud didn’t you?
“Yeah, feels like that” you say doubling down. If he’s your soulmate he has to get used to you in every way.
He chuckles before nodding, intertwining his hand with yours “yeah it does. Like, when you pour some in your hand and accidentally get them wet or something?”
Doesn't think you're insane, that's good.
“I like it” you say softly, using your other hand to sandwich his hand between yours
“I do too” he grins “I do think we need to exchange numbers or something-“
“All I have is a landline”
“They really are keepin’ you in the stone ages huh?” He scoffs “surprised they let you come to the rodeo.”
“They- kinda didn’t” you say softly “I had to climb out my window“
“Grown ass woman having to sneak out of her house” he chuckles, you can help but laugh too
“They kinda keep me trapped, not like I have money to move out cause they don’t let me work other than. Well, house work. And they consider that payment for living and eating at their house”
“Sounds- rough. I get it. I guess. I live with my folks still. More or less cause I work with my parents on the ranch”
“Oh they don’t even let me do that anymore, when I was a kid I could ride horses with my brothers but the moment I grew boobs they immediately saw me as another version of my mother, forced to make jams and bread all day”
“You get a few years of peace before people start getting uncomfortable, my niece is getting to that age. Still sneak her out for rides behind my brother's back, not to mention junior bull riding.”
“Junior bullriding?”
“Yeah they technically don't ride bulls, they're hogs. But hog riding don't sound quite right” he chuckles
You chuckle, looking at his hand around yours, then remembering,
“Was- that your girlfriend? At the rodeo.” you ask softly
“You saw that huh?” he says sighing “no, old highschool fling”
“Why’d you leave? Still pretty early”
“Well I knew I had to find you. And when I saw Luke come back glaring daggers at me, I assumed he made you go home, so I drove the main road and here we are.” he chuckles
“You assumed he made me walk?” you ask
“Not exactly, I assumed you drove, so that's why I was speeding.”
“You know I thought you were a murderer when you pulled over”
“Good to know you don't trust strange men who pull over to you” he teases, you can see the lights of the ranch come into view. “So, you really don't have a phone? Or email?”
“Nope, most of my mail is screened too.”
“Jesus” he sighs “you go to church?”
“Yeah,” you nod, you’ve only seen his mom and dad at church and they usually sit far- far away.
“Then I will see you sunday, with a phone”
“What? No- you don't have to get me a phone”
“Dont think im getting you anything fancy,” he chuckles pulling up to the gate “just a flip phone-”
“Still that's gotta be- pricey”
“Darlin, I need to stay in contact with you, and I'd rather not only talk to you once a week. Besides, its at the cheapest eighty dollars, and god knows ill be spoiling you our entire life” he says pulling in front of the gate
Our entire life
you hadn’t heard anything else he said after that. Wasn’t until he snapped in your face with a grin.
“You okay? Lost you for a second. I say something wrong?”
“No- no. Just. Kinda hit me that. You’re gonna be in my life forever”
His grin softens to something more pure and nods
“Once we- figure this mess out. Won’t be a moment without each other" he chuckles
“Kind sappy to say to a girl you just met” you say grinning, positively giddy
“The girl who is my soulmate”
“Touché”
“Now get in there before your folks find you're gone. I’ll see you on Sunday.” He says reaching over to open the door for you. “Ain’t the last time you’re seein’ me sweetheart”
“Thanks, Rhett” you grin hopping out of his truck, looking back at him “see you Sunday”
You practically matched each step you took when leaving to make it back to your room. Finally letting out giggles and squeals into a pillow when you get in.
One day until you see him again.
Sunday could not come fast enough, you spent the majority of Saturday in your room, reading or trying to read. Being interrupted by your own excitement.
Getting up too early for church. Showering and putting on your best church clothes. Messing with your hair way too long.
Your brothers don't usually go to church, sometimes on Easter or Christmas just to please your mother but other than that they spend Sunday sleeping off whatever hangover they got Saturday night.
That would make today easier, Luke already knew you were talking to Rhett Friday, if he caught you again he would become suspicious. But he kept his word the first time, not saying a word to your mom or pa.
Luke was more of an older brother to you than Trevor. Billy was more like you, but he had the freedom of being a man.
But Trevor hated the Abbots more than anyone.
He was the one you were most nervous about, He’d kill Rhett if he found out.
Your father at least had a history and a past friendship with Royal. But it was like the stars aligned for him to hate Rhett and Perry, from the moment they came across each other as kids. Your brother held a deep hate for them.
But trying to imagine the best case scenario the entire car ride helped your nerves.
It was a weird feeling, to not feel self conscious, to not feel, ugly. Usually when you had gotten crushes you felt your entire stomach twist at the idea of seeing them in your church clothes. But right now you were giddy, excited. You have never felt prettier than in front of him friday. And was he handsome. Yeah a rough cowboy like most men but he had a softness.
Once in the church you hovered by your mother as she makes small talk, watching the door as people filtered in.
Then seeing Cecilia and Royal walk in, just them.
You could feel your heart drop, swallowing as you continue to watch the door as people come in, the last few came in, sitting down, following behind your mother to sit in your usual spot.
Coming in quickly, Rhett with what looked like his mothers handbag and Amy holding his hand. That dreaded feeling disappeared as quickly as it came. He scanned the room and visibly smiled when seeing you, his attention snapped back to his family. Going to the bench they were sat at, handing the bag to his mother, amy sitting next to her grandmother.
Making eye contact with you again as he moved to another hall, you quietly excused yourself following behind, going down the same private hallway, looking for him.
A welcome hand grabbed your arm softly pulling you into a storage room. Smiling as he looks you over.
“Hey darlin”
“Hey” you giggle, watching as he takes a flip phone out of his pocket, opening it and pressing a few buttons
“Ive set it up already, has my number in it” he grins turning it to face her “you know how to use it?”
“Yeah I think so” you say, holding it while opening the chat with Rhett on the phone. “The numbers are the letters”
“Yeah write hello or test or somethin” he chuckles
You chew on your lip as you figure out the layout, successfully typing out hello.
“Like a damned natural” he grins
“Not rocket science” you say rolling your eyes
“Took me a week to teach my pa how to use a tv remote.” he smiles “now hide that away, we should get back”
“Your stayin’ for the service?” you ask
“Yeah Amy was excited I was comin’ so thought I'd commit, you religious?”
You shrug tucking the phone in your boot “not super, just kinda all i know.”
“Makes since” he grins “now you go I’ll be out in a minute”
You grin at him one last time before leaving. Looking back at him as you make your way to the hall.
“Now what's got you all smiley?” Your mother asks as you sit next to her
“Hmm? Oh nothin was just thinking of something” you say shaking your head
“That something has you glowing”
“Just imagining meeting my soulmate” you say, that was almost the truth,
“Oh speaking of that, you know your brother mentioned-” she started before the reverend started speaking “well I’ll tell you after” she whispers
That ball of anxiety pooled in your stomach as the service went on. Did Luke tell them?
Glancing at Rhett a few times during the service, his arm loosely on the back of the bench around Amy.
After the service that felt too long, you had run to the bathroom as your mother continued to talk to the women around her. When leaving, finding little Amy outside with a cord in her hands.
“M uncle said to give this to you” she says holding it out
Gently taking it from the girl smiling “oh thanks- you must be Amy, I’ve heard a bit about you”
“Good?”
“Of course, Your uncle says you’re in junior bull riding”
Amy glows at you and nods “yeah! I’m really good too! My record is 12 seconds!”
“Oh my goodness, that’s longer than some adults” you grin, Amy giggles and nods. You see Cecilia come down the hallway.
“Amy? Come on your pas waiting for us at the diner- oh, hello” she says politely
“Hi Mrs.Abbott,” you smile nervously shifting
“You must be the Tillerson girl.”
“Uh yeah- hope that don’t mean nothin-“ you chuckle nervously
“Oh I’m not the boys, you seem sweet enough, what were you two talking about?”
“Uncle Rhett had me give her something” Amy says simply, like it wasn’t the most scandalous thing
“Just a charger- I let him borrow mine” you lie chuckling
“Oh” she says grinning “is that why he came to church today?”
“Um- maybe” you say fumbling, you see Rhett at the end of the hallway speed walking to us
“Hey Ames- ma, Let’s uh go” he say looking back
“Oh don’t worry we won’t tell Royal right honey?” Cecilia grins to Amy
“Ma- just had to give her something that’s all” Rhett groans. “we better go before pa throws a fit. Bye. Y/N”
You can’t help but grin as he tries to usher his family away. Watching as his cheeks heat up.
“She's cute-” you hear Cecilia say to Rhett as they walk away,
“Ma-” Rhett says embarrassed, you chuckle tucking the charger in your other boot. Going back to meet your family.
Your pa was leaning against the truck smoking as watches your mother wave her friends away.
“Ready?” He asks as you walk up
You nod scooting in the back seat,
“Oh now that I remember,” your mom starts when she gets in the car “Luke brought up that we might be keeping you a bit locked up”
You look up at her through the rearview window
“I mean you’re a grown woman, you aint gonna find your soulmate stuck in the house with me each night, so thinking we might loosen the reigns on you”
“Really-” you ask, you remind yourself to thank Luke, and his impeccable timing on the fact you did just meet your soulmate “can I have the old corolla too?”
Your father grumbles at the question and your mom thinks for a bit.
“You can’t, have it. But you can use it” she says “also, another rule, Wayne?”
“You avoid those Abbott boys, the little one is fine she don’t know nothin yet but those two nothin but trouble” he grumbles
“I mean, they don’t seem that bad, Rhett went to church today”
“How you know it was him?”
“Heard his mom talk to him”
“Well that’s a fluke, probably got bribed into goin, or just wanted something out of it, even royal only goes to get food after” you father mumbles the last part under his breath “they approach you treat them like you’d treat a wild animal just ignore them”
“Gotcha” you say lying through your teeth, you could avoid one of them, the other- that was a bit more complicated.
You practically buzzed with excitement the whole way home, saying your taking a nap. When really you quietly opened the flip phone, and opened Rhett’s contact,
Y/N- turns out, Luke isn’t a total ass. And helped us
Rhett- that’s like you just told me pigs fly darlin
Y/N- turns out Fridays little escape from my home got him to tell my parents I’m grown and need to be let free a little
Rhett- you sayin I’ll be seein more of you?
Y/N- seems like it cowboy
Rhett- thank the gods I was already ready to yearn and die without you
Waring: Cussing. Smut Talk. Violence. Guns. Mentions of Torture. Mentions of Cannibalism. Mentions Of Death.
Cowboys & Monsters Part 3
7 Years Later
“It’s my pleasure to once again award my two finest detectives in my command. Please give a round of applause for my son Johnathan “Cap” Walker and my adoptive son Rhett “Cowboy” Abbott.” Chief Walker said. The crowd started to applaud as they came up onto stage and stood near the Chief. “These two fine gentlemen have yet again gone above and beyond the call of duty in order to do their part to keep this beautiful city safe. Thanks to them they were able not only reunite five families with their long lost loved ones, they were able to find the perpetrators and bring them to justice. It is my greatest honor to bestow you both with the Medal of Honor.”
The crowd cheered as the Chief placed the medals on their uniforms. The Chief saluted them and they saluted him back. The crowd continued to cheer as they started taking pictures. Once everything was said and done, they headed to a well known cop bar for a round of drinks. As Rhett and Walker shake hands with their fellow coworkers and admire, two familiar faces walk in. They looked over at the door, seeing Maria and Tracy looking over at them with a smile on their faces.
“Dude, every single damn time.” Walker said, shaking his head. “It’s like the smell of medals on us.”
“It’s funny how Andrew made those two best friends.” Rhett said.
“Well that asshole made us best friends too, I guess he did something right.” Walker said. He looked past them seeing who was coming in. “Incoming.” The woman shoved her way right between Maria and Tracy, almost knocking them over. Rhett and Walker started laughing. “Dude, I never get tired of seeing her do that.”
“Man, Ava is ruthless.” Rhett said as she walked over to them.
“It’s because my wifey gives zero fucks.” Walker said, smiling as she walked up to them. “Hey you.” He gave her a hug and a kiss. “I missed you at the ceremony.”
“I got held up at work. Plus, it's not like there won’t be another one with the way you two close cases.” Ava said, smiling. “Hey Rhett, mind if I steal my husband for a moment?”
“By all means steal him away,” Rhett said. “Just wash him before you return him, he always smells like sex when you bring him back.” He smiled.
“Don’t get jealous Rhett.” Ava said with a smirk. “It’s not our fault that no one wants to save a horse and ride a cowboy.”
He chuckled. “That’s fucked up.” Rhett said.
“We’ll be back.” Walker said and Rhett nodded his head. He took Ava’s hand and they started heading to the back. “Why are you stealing me away?”
“Because we are on a schedule.” Ava said, stopping by the men’s bathroom. “Or did you forget what time my ovulation peaks?” She grabbed a hold of his tie and yanked him down towards her. “I want you to put that baby in me right here, right now.”
He smirked. “Oooo I love it when you talk dirty.” Walker said. She stepped into the bathroom and pulled him inside with her. “Oh shit.” The door slammed shut behind them.
“Those two I swear man,” Rhett said, smiling as he shook his head. He took a seat at the bar and ordered another shot of whiskey, and the bartender left him the bottle. “Thanks Mark.”
“Is this seat taken?” Maria said.
“Yep.” Rhett said as he kept his eyes forward.
“Come on Rhett, it’s been over seven years now.” Maria said, taking a seat next to him. “When are you going to let this go and forgive me already?”
“When I feel like it,” Rhett said and he took a drink. “And I don’t feel like it.”
“Rhett,” Maria said, she put her hands on his and he moved his hand. “Can you at least look at me.”
“What do you want, Maria?” Rhett said, looking over at her. “Seriouly? What the fuck do you want?”
“Well for starters,” Maria said. “I want you to forgive me.”
“For what Maria?” Rhett said. “For cheating on me? For you trying to blame me for your cheating? For you trying to be slick and weasel your way back into my life after Andrew cheats on your ass, and leaves you for Tracy? For representing all those sons of bitches me and Walker put away? For trying to drag my name and Walker's name through the mud during court to try and get your clients off the hook?” She looked down. “Or for breaking my fucking heart and shitty all over it? As you can tell you have to narrow down exactly what you want to be forgiven for.” He looked forward again. “Just fuck off Maria.”
“I just really miss you Rhett.” Maria said as she looked over at him. “I miss us.”
“Well you had your chance Maria.” Rhett said and he looked back over at her. “You had a chance over seven years ago but you chose to fuck someone else and divorce me.”
“That was a mistake.” Maira said. “I never should have made it.”
“Are you sure it was a mistake?” Rhett said. “Because you kept fucking Andrew for 4 months. 4 fucking months Maria, you were fucking him. That wasn’t a mistake, that was fucking goddman choose. Now, you got to fucking live with it.”
She sighed and looked down. “I know I screwed up Rhett, I screwed up really bad. It’s just,” Maria said and she looked back up at him. “I only ever been with Brian before I got with you. I just felt like… like I was missing out. Then when we started drifting,”
“You started drifting, not me,” Rhett said, and he shook his head. “Not me.”
“I just wanted to see what else was out there.” Maria said.
“Then you should never have said yes when I asked you to marry me.” Rhett said, he looked forward again. “But of course you said yes because I was your ride out here and I was going to help pay for half of everything. So I’m sure that’s why you said fucking yes to marrying me. Then Andrew came around and you two started fucking, then you moved in with him. Yeah that’s really seeing what’s out there. Oh wait, you did see what’s out there because after you and Tracy found out about each other, you two moved in together after she kicked Andrew out.” He turned to her. “Then you and Tracy started scissoring for a while. Not to mention all those dicks you were riding I got told about and all those kitty cats you were playing with. So now what? Now you're ready to settle down after you got it all out of your system?”
“You acted like you didn’t sleep around after we divorce.” Maria said, she leaned in closer to him “I heard how you had a few threesomes and were sleeping around quite a bit, Rhett.”
“After we divorce,” Rhett said, he glared at her. “The keyword is after. You,” he pointed at her, “fucked someone when we married.” He leaned back. “And mind you, I didn’t fuck anyone till several months after you left.” He looked forward. “Your lucky I’m not a completely fucking asshole otherwise I would tell all your lawyer buddies and judges about your sex capades. I’m sure the city’s district attorney would love to use that in court against you and you get to feel what it’s like to get your name dragged through the mud. Now for the last time Maria, fuck off.”
“Rhett, please.” Maria said. “I just want to talk about us and see if we can,”
“Oh my god lady, enough is enough.” She said. They looked over to the woman next to Maria, whose face they couldn’t see because her hair was in the way and was looking forward. “He asked you to leave several times. We both know if it was the other way around you would be filming this and screaming bloody murder, then post it all over Tiktok. So do us both a favor, because I’m sick of you being here as much as him at this point, and just fuck off.”
“You don’t know the whole story.” Maria said. “I only cheated because,”
“You tripped and landed on Andrew’s dick, I heard.” She said and Rhett started laughing. “Look Maria, I know what you're doing, you're backtracking. After all the girls and guys you went though, you realize how empty and alone you really are. You also realize no one loved you and treated you as good as he did. So now that you are out of your hoe phase and want to settle down, you want to trip and land on Rhett’s dick again.” Rhetted chuckled as he shook his head. “So please Maria, please, just fuck off already and leave him alone. If you don’t I swear I’ll grab you by your hair and drag you out my goddamn self.”
Maria scoffed as she got up and walked off. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” Rhett said, watching as Maria and Tracy left. “After all these years, I don’t know why she keeps coming back.”
“She’s doing it so you won’t move on.” She said he looked over at her as she kept her eyes forward. “As long as she keeps doing this song and dance with you, she’ll always leave rent free in your head. You won’t ever truly be able to move on because of it. She’ll keep doing this till you break and take her back. Do you want some advice?”
“Sure,” Rhett said, nodding his head.
“Forgive her.” She said. “Not so she can feel better about herself, because fuck that bitch.” He chuckled weakly. “But do it so you can move on with your life. Because doing your own sex capades isn’t going to help you move on.” He nodded his head as he looked forward. “And I’m not saying forgive her right now or to her face or even in a text message.” He looked back over at her. “When you're ready to move on, look at yourself in the mirror and forgive her. And then forgive yourself for holding on to the pain and anger. Believe me Rhett, life is too short to hold on to something like that. Or you can do what I do to let things out, sing a song and smash a guitar like your some fucking rock star,” they both laugh a bit. “You’ll feel better after you do.” The bartender got her another class of scotch. “Here,” She sat the glass near him. “Scotch is better to draw out your sorrows than whiskey.”
“Thanks.” Rhett said, smiling as he took the glass. “What’s your name?” He felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned to see Walker, his uniformed messed up and a big smile on his face. “Oh someone got fucking laid.” He chuckled. “Where’s Ava?”
“In the bathroom, trying to learn to walk again.” Walker said and they both chuckle. “So anything interesting happened while I was gone?”
“Yeah,” Rhett said, nodding his head. “Maria came over and was bugging the shit out of me again. But lucky for me,” he smiled. “This girl right here,” he motioned his head behind him. “Got her to fuck off.”
“Girl?” Walker said, raising an eyebrow. “What girl are you talking about?”
”The one right here,” Rhett said, he turned and saw an empty seat with a fifth thrown down by two empty glasses. “Where did she go?” He looked around, seeing she was nowhere in sight. “Uh,” he smiled and shook his head. “Who was that girl?”
3 Years Later:
For the past couple of months a serial killer has been running around New York. They have been using venom to neutralize their victims. Afterwards, while their victims are still alive they slice into them. But not only that, they found several chunks of flesh gone in the shape of a mouth. That’s when they knew this serial killer was not only torturing and killing their victims but eating them. The whole city was in uproar and on high alert because of this Hannibal Lecture wannabe. Rhett and Walker were assigned to the case and had been running around the city looking for any sort of lead. It didn't matter if it was a long short, they took it in hopes they would find their killer.
When they kept coming up empty they hit the underground and explored the tunnels of the city. They went to those that walk around but go unseen, the homeless. When they spoke to every homeless person that was willing to talk to them. They came across several men that saw the killer when they were in the middle of eating their victims. They all gave out a description which all matched up with each other. They had also spotted the killer in the same spot, a construction site in the middle of the night when it’s raining. Just like Rhett thought, they were all killed somewhere else and bodies dumped far from the killer’s hunting ground. Now they were sitting in an unmarked car, bullshiting while it was pouring outside and they waited for their serial killer to appear.
“Looks like Ava finally got Wyatt to go to sleep.” Walker said, showing Rhett the picture. “The little guy has been raising hell lately.”
“That's why they call it the trouble twos.” Rhett said
“Trouble twos is an understatement. Your godson is a menace to society." Walker said, Rhett chuckled as Walker put his phone away. “Alright, time for a new subject.”
“Okay,” Rhett said. “Like what?”
“Hmm,” Walker said and he smiled. “First time you did something sexual with a girl.”
“What?” Rhett said, he started chuckling.
“Yeah,” Walker said, chuckling as he picked up his coffee. “We never swamped our first times before, might as well do that now.” He took a drink and sat the coffee down. “So, what did you do, where did you do it, with whom and how old were you two?”
“Alright,” Rhett said as he thought about it. “I got my first hand job and it was in the movie theater with Katie Miller. We were both 13.”
He chuckled. “Nice.” Walker said.
“What about you man?” Rhett said.
“Oh I can’t say,” Walker said, shaking his head. “Ava will sense it and when I get home she’s going to kick my ass.”
He chuckled. “Come on Cap,” Rhett said, smiling. “You made me tell you, so now you have to.”
“Nope,” Walker said, shaking his head again.
“Don’t be a pussy man,” Rhett said.
“You know what they say?” Walker said, grinning. “You are what you eat.”
“Man,” Rhett said and he started chuckling. “Come on, you got to tell me. I promise I won’t tell Ava.”
“Better not,” Walker said. “Otherwise I’m shooting you in the face. That is if she hasn’t killed me first.”
He chuckled. “Come on Cap,” Rhett said, nudging him. “Say it.”
“Alright, alright.” Walker said, letting out a sigh. “I was 16 and she was 14. We actually did all the bases.”
“Even fifth base?” Rhett said, with a smirk.
“Dude,’ Walker said, “There’s no such thing as fifth base.”
“Oh yes there is,” Rhett said. He pulled up his phone and googled it, then showed it to him. “See?”
“Well I be damn, I didn’t know they called it fifth base.” Walker said and Rhett put his phone away. “Okay then we did all the bases except fifth. So you know, we went down on each other and we had sex. It was in her hotel room. And, no idea what her name was.”
‘What?” Rhett said. “You didn’t know her name and she had a hotel room? Man don’t tell me you hired a,”
“No. No. No.” Walker said, shaking his head. “She wasn’t a prostitute or anything like that. She was,” he sighed softly and smiled.
“Are you… are you smiting?” Rhett said and he smiled. “Ooooo you had a thing for this girl.”
“Yeah,’ Walker said, smiling as he nodded his head. “She was my first crush.”
“Okay,” Rhett said, turning to face him. “Now you have to go into details about this chick and what happened between you guys.”
“Fuck me,” Walker said chuckle and shook his head. “Alright.” He turned to Rhett. “So I was working at a summar job in the library where my mom used to work before she retired. One day I was stacking up books in this section we had that were about folklore and mythical beasts. Like Harry Potter shit,” Rhett chuckled a bit. “Which was weird man because no one ever checked out books in that section. I mean ever. So I’m over there stacking them up and here comes this beautiful girl, I mean she was drop dead gorgeous. She had long wavy dark hair, these natural ruby lips, amazing hazel eyes, she was petite and she had curves in all the right places. Perfect girl that couldn’t be real you know.”
“Right.” Rhett said, nodding his head.
“So she comes up and says excuse me. And my dumbass is stuck on stupid while I’m staring at this girl.” Walker said and they both chuckle. “Like I had to be looking at her a creep the way she looked back at me. She just went around me and grabbed what books she needed, and took off. I finally snap out of it and I literally take off running to look for her. I found her in the back area, sitting at a table all by herself. She had newspaper articles, some big ass binder or journal with all these papers coming out of it and all the books spread out and open. She's bouncing back and forth between them like we do when we’re trying to look for something.”
“So what,” Rhett said. “She was searching for some monster?” He chuckled.
“Yeah actually.” Walker said, Rhett gave him a weird look. “It was for history class. She had to do an essay on people’s folklore and their monster beliefs.” Rhett nodded his head. “But I did find it weird she had current news articles with her about the murders my old man and uncle were working on back when they were detectives. I was going to ask her about it, but she gathered up everything and went to the copier. She started printing copies out and I tried asking her name, but she refused to give it to me. I kept trying everything to get her name and nothing.”
“Sounds like she was stubborn like Ava.” Rhett said.
“Believe it or not she was more stubborn than Ava,” Walker said, Rhett chuckled and shook his head. “I'm serious, with Ava it took me a day to get her name. This chick was around for a week and not once would she give me her name. All she said was, she gets home schooled by her brothers because they travel a lot. And there was no point in me knowing her name because I was never going to see her again.”
“Then how did you get her to sleep with you?” Rhett said.
“I didn’t,” Walker said, shaking his head. “It was her idea.”
“What?” Rhett said, looking surprised. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Walker said, nodding her head. “So the day before we did anything, she was leaving the library at closing time. I went outside to throw the trash before I locked up and I saw these dick heads messing with her. I go over there to stop them and she straight up goes Bruc Lee on their asses. Like she’s punching, kicking, damn girl was even doing fucking flips.” They started laughing. “She ends up just beating the breaks off these guys. I’m just standing there, jaw to the floor and eyes wider than a fucking owl’s.” They laugh again. “When she was done, all five of those assholes were busted up and knocked out cold. I asked her who taught her to fight and she said, they did. Next thing I know, this classic car rolled up next to us with two guys in the front.”
“Her brothers.” Rhett said.
“Her brothers.” Walker said, nodding his head. “The one in the driver seat jumps out of it and yells, “Son if I were you I would back away from her right now unless you want to get shot in the face. The other guy is telling him to calm down and she tells him I wasn’t trying to hurt her, that I worked at the library and I was trying to help her out. And that we’ve been talking a bit. He tells her to get in the car and while she’s walking over he scolds her saying she’s only 14 and she shouldn’t be talking to any boys. Just on and on till she gets into the car. And as they're driving off she actually smiles at me, which she never did the whole time I was trying to talk to her.”
“Let me guess,” Rhett said, smiling. “She had a cute smile.”
“Dude, it was beautiful.” Walker said, smiling. “The next day I was coming in, she was standing outside. She thanks me for trying to help her out yesterday and she says she’s sorry for how her big brother was acting. I was trying to be slick and said she could make it up to me by telling me her name and she said no,” he chuckled a bit as he shook his head. “But then she tells me that she was getting sick of how her big brother was acting because he sleeps with a girl in every town they go to. Then she tells me she wants to do something bad to get her big brother pissed off. I’m thinking she wants to get into actual trouble, like tag something or break some shit.”
“But she was talking about sex.” Rhett said.
“Yeah.” Walker said, smirking. “She straight up said nothing more would piss off her big brother than her losing her virginity. Especially if it was to me because of how much shit he gave her about me. She said that if I was up to it and could leave work right now, she had a hotel room that they’ve been staying at and how her brothers wouldn’t be back till that night. So I ran inside and told my mom I got a date with the girl she saw me talking to, but she was only free right now. She said it was fine and she actually gave me her keys so I could use her car. I ran back outside, we drove to the nearest store so I could pick up some condoms and then we went to the hotel room. So we’re just standing there, both of us nervous so I put on some music and I started dancing with her.”
“Aww,” Rhett said, smiling. “Being all romantic and shit.”
‘Fuck you,” Walker said, flipping him off as he smile. “So we’re dancing and eventually we both relax, and I kiss her. I started taking off her clothes and she’s taking off mine. When all the clothes were off I stepped back and I just,” he smiled. “Admire that body of hers. Her breast, fuck, they were huge and round, just perfect. Ass was the same and it was firm. I went down on her and dude, she tasted sweet like candy” Rhett chuckled. "She gave me a blow job and I swear, I don’t know if she was just that good at it or I was that excited or the fact she had no gag reflex but I,”
“Wait,” Rhett said. “She had no gag reflex?”
“None” Walker said, Rhett let out a whistle. “Yeah, it was so amazing I almost came in her mouth.” They both chuckled. “So I stopped her because obviously I’m not throwing in the towel just yet.” Rhett chuckled as he nodded his head. “I picked her up and laid her on the bed and you know, we started having sex. And let you tell you,” he grinned. “The way that girl moved her hips, fuck me, it drove me insane. The sex was just mind blowing. After we were done, we talked for a while. Well more like I talked and she just listened. But she did tell me a few things about herself. She loved classic rock, old western and the old school movies and she read comics. I made a joke and she giggled,” he smiled. “She had such a cute giggle. We ended up having sex again before we came back to the library together. We just kept smiling at each other while I worked and she did her school work. Then before we closed her other brother came in to get her. She smiled and waved bye to me, and took off with him. Next morning I decided I was going to go by the hotel and ask her out on an actual date. I bought her flowers and chocolate.”
“You never bring me flowers or chocolate.” Rhett said with a smirk.
“Shut up,” Walker said and he chuckled. “But when I got there,” his smile faded. “The cleaning lady was turning out her room and I asked her about the girl that was staying there. She said she was just told to clean it and that was it. So I went to the front desk and asked them. He said that her and her brothers checked out first thing in the morning. Then he asked if I was John Walker and I told him yeah, he handed me a note that she left behind. She was saying sorry but her and her brothers were hitting the road again. She said hopefully when she comes back around we can meet up again and she’ll finally tell me her name. Then she drew a little black heart and put the initials M.W. But I,” He sighed. “I never did see her after that.”
“Fuck man,” Rhett said, shaking his head. “I’m sorry Cap. Seems like you had more than a crush on the girl.”
“Yeah,” Walker said, nodding his head. “I think she was more like my first love.” He picked up his coffee as he turned back around. “But at least I got Ava now and little Wyatt Rhett Walker, my two loves of my life. I couldn’t be more happier. So it all worked out in the end.” He took a drink and put his coffee back. “But I always wondered what happened to her. And wonder what the fuck her name was.” They chuckled. “I think that’s what drove me crazy the most. Like, M.W. is all I get after I take her virginity. That’s some bullshit.” They chuckled again as they shook their heads.
“Maybe if the sex was better she would have told you man.” Rhett said Walker smacked him and he chuckled. “I’m just saying man, I’m just saying.” He smirked as turned back around. “Oh shit, Walker look,” he pointed at someone walking by. They were in all black combat boots and black pants, black hoodie with the hood up and black leather jacket over it. Then had a black mask up over their face that went to their nose. “He’s wearing exactly what the witnesses reported. Around the same height and build too.”
“That’s our Hannibal Lecture,” Walker said, nodding his head. “Let’s go and get this sick fuck.”
They got out of the car and started following their suspect at a safe distance. They kept their eyes on him watching how he kept looking around him before ducking into the construction site. They mimicked his movement and went into the construction site as they kept following him. They started hiding behind whatever is nearby so their suspect wouldn’t see them as they continued to follow him. They kept going till they lost sight of him when he went into the structure.
He pulled out his gun. “On me cowboy,” Walker whispered
“Got it Cap,” Rhett whispered as he pulled out his gun.
They nodded their heads and Walker led the way though the poorly light structure. They kept moving and scanning the area for any signs of their suspects. Then they heard movement and metal closing up, then machines making noise. Rhett motioned with his fingers, saying he had eyes on the suspect. Walker looked over to where Rhett was pointing, seeing he was in the elevator and was heading up. Walker looked around and motioned Rhett to the staircase and they made their way over, and started the long climb as the elevator kept going.
Though they were getting tired, they kept going till the elevator finally stopped on the 20th floor. They stopped and leaned up against the railing before heading to the 20th floor. They were taking deep breaths to slow their heart rate back down from the climb. Walker looked at Rhett and nodded his head, and Rhett nodded his head back. They went to the 20th floor and started looking around for their suspect. As they looked around they started to hear sounds, disturbing sounds. They could hear what sounded like crunch and flesh being torn away. They quickly ran towards the sounds and that’s when they saw where the sounds came from. A body laying on the ground with their suspect leaning over it as he ate a piece of flesh they tore from the victim’s neck.
“NYPD!” Walker yelled as they aimed their guns. “HANDS IN THE AIR YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH!” The suspect raised their head and that’s when they saw it wasn’t a man but a woman. But if she could be called that, her hands that held the flesh were long and sharp, like claws. Her teeth were spaced out, but long and sharp, fang like. Her eyes were large and wide. Her pupils were wrong, they weren’t circular but oval, like a snake. “What… the fuck?”
“Are you seeing this Cap?” Rhett said.
“Seeing it,” Walker said and he shook his head. “But I don’t believe it.” She hissed at them and started to run. “FREEZE!” They aimed for her leg and shot, but she kept running. “Go! I’ll check our vic and call it in.” Rhett took off and Walker ran to the man on the ground. “I’m here, I got you.” He grabbed his radio and started calling it in as he wrapped his bandana around the victim's neck. “It’s going to be okay, help is on the way. Just hold on okay? Just…” He sighed when he saw the light left his eyes. “Fuck.” He grabbed his radio. “This is Walker, the victim is deceased. Rejoining prostitute.”
2 Floors Up
“I said fucking freeze!’ Rhett said as he cornered her. She looked behind her, there was no wall, just a beam that stuck out. Then there was a gap and another beam sticking out from the structure across from it. “You have nowhere to go.” She looked back at him. “I want you to put your hands on your head and walk backwards towards me now.” She looked back at the beam and back towards him. “Don’t do it. Don’t you fucking do it.” She smiled as she started walking backwards and onto the beam. “There’s no way you can make that jump.” She turned and ran, “fuck!” He took off running for her and that’s when she slipped, and went off the beam. He gripped the beam with one hand and reached out with the other, taking a hold of her wrist. “I got you. I got you.” He looked down at her, seeing how she looked up close. But with a flash of lighting, she went back to looking completely normal. “What?”
“Please, help me!” She yelled as she started crying. “Help me!”
“Just hold on. Hold on.” Rhett said as he started trying to lift her but the rain was making it hard for him to keep a grip. “WALKER!”
“I’M COMING!” Walker yelled as he finally made it to the floor they were on. “I’M COMING!”
“HURRY I’M LOOSING MY FUCKING GRIB!” Rhett yelled. Slowly she started slipping more and she panicked more. She pleaded for him to pull her up as she started moving around. “Don’t fucking move! Don’t fucking move!” She slipped further down till he only had her fingers in his hand. “No. No. No.” She slipped out of his hand and started falling. “NO!” Walker stood at the edge as they both watched her fall till her body slammed against the pile of beams at the bottom. “Fuck.”
“Rhett!” Walker yelled. He grabbed him and helped pull him off the beam. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah man,” Rhett said, nodding his head as they heard sirens. “I tried to hold on but…” He shook his head and they looked back down at her lifebody. “Cap when I had her… she looked normal.” They looked at each other. “But she’s not. What.. what do we tell them?”
“We don’t tell them shit.” Walker said and Rhett shook his head. “Listen Rhett,” he took a hold of his shoulders. “Are minds had to be fucking with us alright. It’s not like we see people fucking eating each other every day. Plus the lack of sleep and stress, our mind was playing tricks with us.” Rhett shook his head and looked down. “Look at me cowboy,” he looked back up. “There’s no such thing as monsters okay? There’s no such fucking thing.”
“Yeah,’ Rhett said, nodding his head. “You're right,” they looked back down at her as the vehicles pulled up. “There’s no such thing as monsters.”
Cowboys & Monsters Part 4
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summary: you take rhett to the beach, he thinks you should stay there forever.
pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: some suggestiveness, swearing, rhett is a loverboy™️
Rhett is sat on an old beach towel watching you from a distance whilst you dip your toes into the water. He feels so fucking happy it hurts. It’s so intangible to you that he never seems to let himself feel this way; carefree.
When Rhett told you that he’d never been to the beach, you were shocked first and then you were quietly upset. Although, you’d never let him see. If there was one thing Rhett Abbott refused to take from someone, it was pity.
So, you secretly organised a road trip to this tiny beach town in California that your parents always used to take you to as a child.
The roadtrip down with Rhett was utter bliss. Watching his handsome face in all shades of the sunshine as he drove, strong hands one on the wheel and the other a comforting presence on the soft flesh of your thigh.
You had directed Rhett towards the small cove beach that you had remembered correctly from when you were younger, quickly grabbing your beach bag and his hand, pulling him down the makeshift rock steps.
It was virtually deserted save for the few locals on early evening dog walks or runs. You set the beach towels down and shimmy out of your shorts and tank top, leaving you stood in front of Rhett in your flimsy tie bikini.
“You’ve been hiding this,” he teases, reaching to grab at the flesh of your ass, pulling you into his lap.
You swat at his large hands that go to play with the strings at the side of the bikini bottoms and tut.
“I’m not getting fined for public indecency because you can’t keep it in your pants,” You roll your eyes playfully.
Rhett takes your face in his strong hand, squeezing your lips together and leaning in to give you a peck. Which turns into another peck and then he’s trying to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You pull back in mock anger, “you’re insatiable.”
Rhett chases after your lips once more, stealing a kiss, “you’re delicious,” he mumbles against you.
You smile, and reach for the bottom of his shirt, beginning to pull it up. Rhett laughs and takes his cap off, allowing for you to pull his shirt off. Immediately, your hands go for his toned and tanned chest, your finger tracing over the tattoo there before you place a chaste kiss on his pec.
“Will you come in the water with me?” you plead.
Rhett looks hesitant, eyes moving past your shoulder to watch the waves lapping at the sand.
“You knock yourself out darlin’, I’ll join you later.”
“Promise?” You pout, sticking out your pinky finger.
Rhett chuckles but links his pinky with yours either way, patting you on the behind as you get up. He watches the way your hips sway tantalisingly as you walk towards the water, taking a moment to thank whatever God sent you to him.
The water is a tepid sort of cool, providing you some solstice from the Californian heat that had been beating down on you all day. You let it wash over your feet first, it’s a clear colour, foaming white where the waves gently crash against one another. After a few moments of wading around you turn to look back at your boyfriend. He’s been watching you with a lazy smile on his face, leant back on his forearms with his cap proving some shade on his face.
He watches as you beckon him over with an inviting arm. Rhett considers for a moment, and decides fuck it, he was done with letting the best things slip him by. But you, you were right in front of him, with a promise of not going anywhere and you were the best thing that could ever happen to him.
Rhett makes the small journey over to you, shivering slightly at the difference in temperature from the hot sand to the cool waves. He wades over to where you’re stood, water just around your hips.
Without warning, Rhett scoops you up into his strong embrace.
You squeal, “Oh my God! You brute,”
Rhett is laughing so heartily you find yourself breaking out into giggles as well, kissing all around his face, just to make sure the smile never drops from his heartbreakingly handsome face.
Rhett wades further into the water with you in his arms, allowing you to move around so that your legs are straddling his waist. Water is now softly rippling against your chests. It’s so peaceful you could cry.
“You’re so beautiful,” he hums so casually, like it’s a fact of the universe.
To Rhett it is.
Your face flushes under the inspection of Rhett’s eyes, wandering over your skin with such adoration and attention to detail it rivals even the most respected art critics.
You join your lips to Rhett’s slowly, savouring in the taste of him. The kiss is intense, tongues and lips clashing and melting together, wet saliva noises that you would usually find disgusting coming from your mouths.
You whimper slightly as Rhett shifts you around in his strong grip, your crotch lightly rubbing over his semi. You pull back from the kiss, forehead resting against his. Your breaths mingle for a second, lips still so close to each other.
“I love you so much,” you whisper.
Rhett smiles, “I love you more.”
You roll your eyes and flick some water at him. He gasps in faux anger and moves to flick more water at you. You shriek and wriggle in his grasp, swimming towards the shallow water. Once the water is lapping at your knees, Rhett grabs you once again, strong arms tight around your waist, spinning you around.
Your giggles are loud and unrelenting. When he finally plops you down you catch your breath, leading him back to the sand.
You stand with your back to Rhett’s chest, head on his pecs. His chin is resting on your head and his arms are still tightly wrapped around you as you both take in the colours of the setting sun.
“We should stay here forever,” Rhett mumbles into your hair, mostly joking.
“We should,” you affirm, taking his hand in your own and pulling it up to place a kiss on the back of it.
He hums, content.
a/n: goddamn i need this man so bad
rhett come home the kids miss you 😞😞😞
i hope u all enjoy my first lil rhett piece hehehe
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pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: THIS IS ABOUT KINKS, READ WITH CAUTION. sir kink, impact play, brat tamer, rope play, sadism, consensual non-consent, Dacryphilia, dumbification, safe wording.
note: thanks to the discord for letting me bounce some ideas off of you!
Sir Kink:
Rhett loves power, he likes to be in control. You can see from the way he reacts in certain situations. He didn’t flat out say that he was a kink for domination, but you could read between the lines
The second that your lips tremble out the word: “Sir” he’s a goner. He pauses for a second as he’s placing sloppy, hot, wet kisses on your neck and looks at you. You can see the darkness pooling in his blue eyes.
After that night it became a common thing between the two of you. Most people didn’t bat an eye as you would respond to Rhett saying, “yes sir” , “no sir.” It seemed like just a nicety to them. But it had Rhett thinking of just about anything to stop the blood flow straight to his cock.
The answer to Rhett was usually “yes sir,” whenever he would ask or say something, but if you were feeling bratty you would throw in a “no sir”. And Jesus lord have mercy, that would be the damn near end of you. Rhett would stop and look over his shoulder and be like: “what was that?”
And that’s how you find yourself tied to the bed with a vibrator between your legs. He’s standing in the corner of the room just watching you whither and whine.
“I bet this isn’t what you thought you would get yourself into when you decided to be a brat?”
And every time you’d get close to cumming, Rhett would just know. He’d walk over to the bed and turn the vibrator down and look at you, “You have to ask,”
“Can I cum, sir?”
“You’re so fucking pretty, yes cum for me.” Rhett would turn it back up and watch as you cry.
“Oh thank you, sir!” You let out a broken cry as he finally lets you release the built up tension in your body.
Brat Tamer:
As mentioned above with the sir kink, Rhett is also a brat tamer. With years of experience with rope, he knows exactly what he is doing.
The first time you got mouthy with him, he quickly put you in your place. It was before he was going to ride and you had been nipping at his heels all day. He was focused on rodeo days and it was hard to break that focus and you just wanted an ounce of attention.
“Rhett-” You whined out but it was cut off by his hand coming around your throat.
“Shut the fuck up. You’ve been acting like a goddamn spoiled brat all day. Quit fucking whinning,”
Needless to say you shut up real quick and felt your panties dampen as he walked away and over to the riders only area. You thought that after he won the rodeo that you would be forgiven for acting like a brat but you were wrong. So very, very wrong.
“You think I just forgot how you acted earlier? Nah, you need to be taught a lesson in respect, girl.”
You knew from then on out that you needed to act right, but you couldn’t help but be defiant (especially when the consequence felt oh so good). Rhett would give you a warning look if you started to act up, and you would stop your little act for a bit. But it never lasted long.
“Excuse me boys, I gotta head out,” He said one night as you guys were grabbing a drink with Perry and one of the rodeo hands. You had gone and decided to flirt your way to getting a free drink, which Rhett was not happy about. “I gotta take my girl home to bed-”
“It’s not even that late-”
“We’re going. To. bed.” Rhett said through gritted teeth, and you whimpered as you squeezed your thighs together.
Rhett wasn’t always mean as a brat tamer, no he was very caring as well. After every session that he had you tied up and crying he would take good care of you. Getting you something to eat, something to drink, putting ointment on your bruised wrists.
Impact Play/Sadism:
Growing up, Rhett always liked to see the bruises and cuts that he got from working hard on the ranch and riding bulls. What he didn’t know is that it would transfer into something else.
The first time he had left a bruise on you, tiny finger bruises from grabbing your hips while you were riding him, he was enthralled. You didn’t seem to mind it, liking the pain from his hand, and you also liked seeing the bruises too.
Slowly Rhett’s obsession with seeing bruises moved from the small ones left on your hips or thighs, intimate places, to being on more “public” surfaces, such as your knees or ass cheeks.
One day Rhett was pissed at Perry, and was searching you out for relief. He walked into the house and saw you making pies with his mother. Rhett muttered something about needing you for a second and pulled you away from the house. He took you out behind the stable and pushed you down into the rock, pulling his cock out and pushing your head down to suck him off.
“Fuck I need this. Perry being a fucking asshole and my dad, Jesus your mouth was made for me,” Rhett mumbled, making a make-shift ponytail in his hand and guided your head up and down his length. You could feel the rocks digging into your knees and you knew you would have bruises from the impact of you landing hard on them. Rhett fucked your face without a care of you gasping for air, or your tears or who could catch you two. When Rhett came, shooting hot ropes down your throat, you swallowed all of it. He tucked himself back in his jeans and then helped you up.
“Got you a bit dirty,” He smirked and brushed off the dirt and rock from your knees. He felt his dick stir again seeing the bruises left behind. He stood up straight and grabbed your face with both his hands and kissed you roughly, “Better get back to Ma.” You nodded and Rhett sent you on your way with one rough smack to your ass making you yelp.
That wasn’t the end of Rhett pushing you down on hard surfaces to suck him off. It came to the point where you almost constantly had bruises on your knees.
But the bruises didn’t stop there, nah, Rhett loved to leave your ass red and bruised as well. Which goes back to the sir, brat tamer kink. If you disobeyed Rhett, he would have you over his knee counting the spanks until you were crying so hard you lost count. Rhett would love to see your ass red, the broken skin taking days to heal.
Most of the family (Cecilia and Royal) ignored the way you would walk funny or the bright red marks on your knees, except Perry (but he learned his lesson one day).
“What’s wrong with Y/N?” Perry whispered to Rhett one day in church as he watched her shift around in her chair and noticed her knees.
“Needed taught a lesson,” Rhett mumbled back.
Dacryphilia (crying kink):
It has been mentioned several times that Rhett loves to see you cry. He gets off on it.
The first time you cried during sex, he felt a pain of guilt and stuttered in his thrusts but the moan you let out told him that he didn’t need to stop.
His favorite thing was to ruin your makeup, seeing the smudged mascara down your cheeks after he fucked your throat, or spanked you. He was so condescending about it too.
“Aw my poor baby, spent all that time getting ready just to have it all ruined.”
He loved when you would become cock dumb that the only thing you could do was cry about how good you were getting fucked.
Afterwards though, he was always sweet, holding you as you cried in overstimulation, and would wipe your tears.
Dumbification:
It’s simple, Rhett likes to fuck you dumb. He is probably a bit of a sadist, and loves to make fun of you for it.
Like you had been mouthing off and smarting back to him all day, and even while he was fucking you. But the second he’s got you in complete submission and just railing you to the point where there isn’t a single coherent thought in your head had him laughing.
“What happened to my smart girl? So fucking dumb for my cock, now aren’t ya.”
“Come on, use those big girl words?”
“God such a dumb cock slut, can’t even talk right.”
Voyeurism:
Rhett isn’t afraid to have sex wherever and whenever. Actually, he thinks the idea of being caught is very hot. Which is why he quite literally will take you anywhere and everywhere.
Behind the stables? Yes. Outside his trailer at a rodeo? Yes. Bathroom of the Handsome Gambler? Yes. Yes. Yes.
The idea that someone could walk in and see him fucking the life out of you is just so appealing. The one time that Luke Tillerson walked in on him fucking you over the bathroom sink at the Pit Bar plays in Rhett’s mind rent free.
“Holy fuck, I’m- Really? Classy Rhett?”
“You see how fucking hot she is? She was just begging for this, weren’t ya baby?” You answered Rhett with a loud moan and he smirked, looking up in the mirror to see Luke staring at you, which pissed Rhett off, “This ain’t no free show Tillerson, pay up or get out,”
He loves it when you’re loud too (except his family doesn’t but you could care less when Rhett is balls deep inside of you). Royal and Cecilia have learned to stay away from areas of the ranch if they know that Rhett took you somewhere. Perry has walked in on Rhett one too many times.
“Jesus Christ, Rhett, Y/N, this is the living room!” Perry yelled as he walked in the house to see Rhett eating you out on the couch.
“I know, and I am living,” Rhett smirked and this fucker has no shame and dove right back inbetween your thighs.
“Gonna have to burn that fucking couch,” Perry muttered and walked up to his room.
Rhett also likes to watch you get off. He knows what you get up to when he is gone for long periods of time for rodeos. He loves to sit in a chair in his room and watch you get yourself off. He’ll direct you a little bit, but mostly lets you run the show.
“Curl your fingers baby, yeah, there ya go.” “Pinch your nipple.” “Slap your pussy. Such a good girl.”
Consensual, non-consent (thank you @hederasgarden for awakening this in me)
The idea of you allowing him to take you in your most vulnerable form was a huge fucking turn-on in itself. You had been hinting at it for a while, telling Rhett that you were okay if he woke you up with sex, or head. Then it came to the conversation that you were okay if he just walked up and took what was his. You two established a safe word, and boundaries beforehand.
The first time Rhett walked into the house, seeing you in a dress with your apron on setting the table, Rhett just had to have you. He walked right in, bent you over the table, pulled your panties down and took you. It was the most glorious thing. You little yelps for him to stop which was covered by moans.
After that if you guys were going to do it, you talked about it beforehand, basically like scheduling the day. And you would do it in other places except your bedroom, i.e the stables, the pasture, his truck. It just added to the whole ordeal.
Rhett was always careful to watch your body language for any chance that you wanted to stop, which was even more of a turn on for you.
He loved when you would fight him, trying to get out of his grasp as he held your arms down. Watching your squirm and kick under him as he pressed his weight into your body and would just take what he wanted. Your fighting would stop the second he pushed his cock into your pussy.
Bonus: how would Rhett react to getting safeworded?
The second you say the safeword, which would be “buffalo”, he’s stopping everything. And the guilt would fill his body immediately.
How did he not see this beforehand? Had you dropped too far into subspace? What did he do wrong? What was he not watching?
He’d tell you everything he was doing from untying your wrists, to pulling out of you. And he did everything slowly, making sure to kiss every bruise, every mark that was left behind. He would whisper sweet nothings against your skin as he slowly moved you both to laying down on the bed.
He noticed that far away look in your eye and could see that you let yourself go to subspace. He was patient as he held you tightly, knowing that you wanted the feeling of his body weight when you dropped.
He’d hold you as you shook, your body trying to regulate itself. He would shush your little whimpers as you clung to him.
“Can you tell me your name?” He would always ask you that question after you would call the safeword, it was his way of trying to coax you out of subspace.
“. . . Y/N. . . “ You breathed out.
“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” Rhett kissed your forehead, “I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry.”
THE KING OF AFTERCARE
Once he felt like you were a little more stable, your body not shaking uncontrollably, your tears drying, your brain being able to string together small sentences, he would go get you a small snack and a gatorade. He’d sit you between his legs, holding you against his chest as you ate and drank the electrolytes. Rhett would turn on some stupid netflix show that you like just to get your mind back from subspace. He would place small kisses on your bare shoulder or forehead from time to time.
“I’m gonna go draw you a bath.”
“With a bath bomb?
Rhett sighed, he hated those fucking pink glittery things, but he was so whipped by you, “Yes, of course,”
And that’s how Rhett found himself in a bathtub with you against his chest surrounded by pink bubbles and rose petals.
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The cry of the baby woke you up quite easily - parents don't get to have a deep sleep. It's been like that for a few months and one would think that it's possible to get used to it, however, nightly waking up wasn't one of those things as it turned out. Truthfully, in all the love you had for your child, it was getting frustrating and the constant exhaustion wasn't helping.
As you were getting up from the bed, you felt Rhett's hand grab your own:
"Sleep," he said in a low voice. It nearly sounded like a groan. "I'll go to her."
Not feeling entirely awake, you simply nodded along and lay back down. The dip of the mattress and the movement of sheets as Rhett was getting up felt to be coming from far away, exhaustion already pulling you back into a restful sleep.
He yawned and rubbed his face as he was making his way to the room on the other side of the wall. Stopping at the threshold of the master bedroom, Rhett looked around his shoulder to see you as if he had to make sure you were actually asleep, for some reason. During the day, he noticed how grey and bloodshot your eyes looked.
Even in the darkness of the night, with faint starlight only slightly brightening up the shadows, he could see his daughter's tiny limbs waving around only to accentuate her dissatisfaction with something. One of the floorboards creaked when he stepped on it.
"Hey, baby," he whispered as he reached into the cot. Rhett always thought she looked exactly like you. "What's keepin' you up?"
The child seemed to settle slightly as she felt her father's torso. She was still whimpering, her body contorting with each sob but Rhett's hand slowly rubbing her back had a calming effect.
Wanting to put her back to sleep as fast as he could, he did what he knew would work the best: he began slowly walking across the room. But she was curiously restless that night and although the crying had ceased, the baby was nowhere near falling asleep. Among the chirping of the bugs outside, another sound became audible - Rhett was quietly humming 'Hush little baby' as he continued strolling in circles. He never admitted to eavesdropping on you singing the lullaby to your child and the weakness it brought to his knees.
Rhett felt the baby's breathing slow down and become shallow. If she wasn't asleep yet, she was going to be soon enough.
Suddenly feeling the cool mattress underneath her, the baby opened her eyes wider as if she had momentarily grown anxious at the lack of her father's body's warmth. A few restless babbles left her tiny mouth.
"I'm here, honey," Rhett whispered to her. His hand gently rubbed the baby's foot. "I'll always be here."
