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baby, if you only knew - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: tensions boil over and everything changes for you and rhett one night at a rancher’s event you attend.

w/c: 5.4k (she’s a mammoth)

warnings: 18+ only. smut. age gap (babysitter 20s, rhett 40s). dirty talk. making out in an elevator. daddy kink. possessive rhett. slightly rough sex. cunnilingus. hair pulling. overstimulation. size kink. aftercare. rhett’s grey hair. some fluff.

a/n: i can see you by taylor swift is to blame for this. enjoy the filth! also couldn’t stop myself from adding some babysitter lore. also see green, green dress from tick, tick…boom! for the dress reference!

Six months. Six long, tortuous months of working under Rhett Abbott’s roof.

Okay, it wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be in your head. His daughters were angels, and you appreciated that he worked with your school schedule as you attended your graduate program. And he let you live in his guest room rent free.

But it was sweet torture. You had fallen hard for the single father of two and it made every day even harder than the last. Rhett was a wonderful man, an attentive father, and a hell of a cook. A hard worker and he was so handsome, you could hardly breathe around him. Who wouldn’t fall in love with the cowboy?

You tried everything in the world to rid your thoughts of him, but you were highly unsuccessful. And he only did things that made it worse. Every time you brushed by him in the halls it felt like electricity coursed through your entire body. He had to feel it too, right?

Delusional. That’s what you were. You were the babysitter. Nothing more. Eventually, the girls would grow up and you wouldn’t be needed anymore. And that thought caused your chest to tighten painfully.

What a thought to have while washing the dishes. You heard your name but it sounded far off, like your ears were full of cotton.

“Tilly, come quick!” Grace shouted once more to get your attention. It made you turn abruptly, soap suds went flying as you dropped the ceramic pot you were washing. “Sorry,” she mumbled when you glared slightly at her.

“What’s wrong, Gracie?” you questioned as you wiped your hands off with the flower embroidered kitchen towel. Something you bought and put out to leave your own touch on this place.

“Oh. Nothing. Ellie just wanted to show you that we won our game.” The girls had been obsessed with Super Mario Brothers and had been playing it for days.

“That’s great guys! How about we take a break and you help me get dinner started?”

“Can we have ice cream for dessert?” Ellie, Rhett’s younger daughter pouted, bright blue eyes pleading. She and Grace were the carbon copies of Rhett. Same eyes, same nose, same crooked smile. You could never say no to them.

“Of course. But don’t tell your dad,” you whispered, placing your finger to your lips like it was a top secret.

The girls helped you finish the food just as Rhett came in from another long day of herding and branding cattle. He was dusty, covered in dirt and sweat and tendrils of his hair stuck to his forehead, the ends curling up. You wanted to run your fingers through it, sweat be damned.

“Daddy!” “Daddy, look at what we made!”

The girls ran towards Rhett, pausing when they got close enough to smell him.

“You stink,” Grace commented flatly.

“Thanks. Love you too. Listen, I’m gonna go shower and I’ll be down in a bit. You all can start without me,” Rhett said as he kicked his boots off by the door and took the stairs two at a time. “Oh, and Tilly?” He called from the upstairs landing.

“Yeah?”

“I gotta ask you something later. Don’t let me forget.”

You just nodded, stomach turning at the thought of what it could be.

Grace and Ellie helped you set the table, always eager to follow your every move. It makes you smile. Sometimes you felt like an actual family. And then you had to bring yourself back to reality. Just the nanny. Nothing more. Dinner was quiet, everyone was hungry and occupied with getting their bellies full.

You were resting on the couch as Rhett finished bath and bed time with the girls, trying to read your latest book but your mind was going a thousand miles a minute. Your heart started to beat faster as you heard Rhett descend down the stairs.

Rhett took himself to the kitchen, busying himself by pouring a glass of whiskey. A bottle you bought for him for Christmas the year prior. You peeked at him over the top of your book, watching his back muscles flex in the tight black tee he wore. Your mouth watered at the sight of his strong arms and his soft stomach as he turned to face you.

You quickly raised the book above your eyes, fearing that you had been caught staring. You missed Rhett’s knowing smirk.

“Move over,” Rhett poked at the bottom of your foot, the motion tickling you ever so slightly and causing you to jerk your leg towards you. “What are you reading? New dirty novel?” He teased.

“No…” you said quietly, a little shamefully.

“Liar. Is this one better than the last at least?”

“So far. Hey, what did you want to ask me earlier?” You stretched your legs back out and they landed in Rhett’s lap. He didn’t seem to mind. His unoccupied hand landed on your shin, calloused thumb lightly brushing the bone there. Your mind went blank and you could hear nothing but static in your ears.

“I got invited to this rancher’s event. They want me to give a speech. Stupid, but I agreed. And I… I need a plus one. And I figured maybe if you wanted to-“

“Yes!” You said eagerly, spine straightening. “I mean- sorry- go ahead…” Your cheeks felt hot at your abruptness. He was probably going to ask you to set him up with someone. Probably Lisa, Ellie’s dance teacher. She always had her eye on him.

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with me. Give you a break. It’s the weekend my parents wanted to take the girls camping. That is.. if you didn’t have any plans…”

Rhett sounded nervous. He was looking down at where his hand rested on your leg, avoiding all eye contact.

“Oh. Yeah. I don’t have anything going on. I’ll go with you. As-“

“Friends, of course.”

“Right. Friends. What’s the dress code?” You asked, heart sinking slightly.

“Black tie,” Rhett grumbled. He hated dressing up. If he can’t wear flannel, he doesn’t want to be there.

“Perfect. I’ll find a dress to wear.”

“Well. I’ll leave you to the reading. Goodnight, Tilly.” Rhett tapped your leg a couple of times before moving you so he could stand.

You sighed deeply as he left the room, trying to ignore the gut wrenching feeling you had at his response. You couldn’t focus on your book and you eventually went upstairs to attempt to sleep.

“I want you so bad,” Rhett growled against your neck, teeth sinking into your skin causing you to whimper and arch against him. His leg was in between yours, keeping your thighs separated and your barely covered cunt brush against his suit pants. “You’re fucking soaked, sweet girl. You’ve wanted this for so long, haven’t you?”

“Rhett, please!” You whined pathetically, grinding down on his thigh, searching for any sort of relief.

“Beg for it, baby. Beg for daddy. Tell me what you want.” Rhett said, voice low and gravelly. He pressed you into the wall harder, flexing his thigh as you keened. “I know you want me to fu-“

“Tillyyyyyy, wake uppppp,” a tiny voice called from the other side of the door. Your eyes shot open so fast it made your head spin. Your entire body was hot even though you just had the sheet covering you and the ceiling fan was on. You were having a dream about Rhett. A fucking wet dream. And now Ellie was yelling at you in the hallway. You felt like you were being punished.

You checked your phone. 5:37am. Jesus, why was she awake?

“I’m up, El. Hold your horses.” You went to the en-suite bathroom to splash cold water on your face. “Get yourself together. Now,” you said through gritted teeth, pointing a finger at yourself in the mirror.

The four-year-old stood outside your door with her stuffed horse tucked under her arms. Her eyes were a little red and she was sniffling.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I feel sick,” she whispered weakly, clutching the horse to her chest tighter.

“Come on, bug. I’ll get you some medicine.”

You picked her up and perched her on your hip as you carried her down the stairs. Her forehead felt a little warm. She sat patiently on the counter while you poured the medicine in the little cup and you rubbed her back as she swallowed it.

“Good job, El! I’m proud of you. Here, drink some water and let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

She nodded as she took a big gulp of water from her sippy cup. You trotted back up the stairs, bouncing her slightly to make her giggle.

“Alright, you got your water here and Honey is right here with you. Try to get some sleep, bug. I’ll fix pancakes when you wake up.” You tucked Ellie in, kissing her forehead before you stood up.

Her eyes were already heavy and she mumbled something you couldn’t hear.

“What was that?”

“Luh you, mama.” She repeated sleepily, snuggling her horse and then started snoring softly immediately.

“Oh… I- I love you too, bug.”

You didn’t know how to react. She had never called you that before and it made your eyes misty with tears. You couldn’t go back to sleep. Not after the dream and not after Ellie calling you mama.

The next few hours went by in a blur. You had planned to go shopping with your friend Tabitha to find your dress for the dinner. After dropping the girls off at school, you met Tabitha at the mall. You were in a daze, barely listening to her rant about her latest failed Tinder date.

“Hellooooo,” she snapped her fingers in front of your face. “Are you even listening?”

“Yeah, sorry. No, I’m just- I don’t know what I’m doing,” you sighed as you placed your face in your hands.

“What do you mean?”

“With Rhett! It’s like- why am I going to this dinner? Why do I keep torturing myself? And Ellie! She called me her mom this morning! I want a family and I feel like I have it but it’s not really mine, you know?”

“You need to get laid. That’s what you need,” Tabitha said nonchalantly. She looked through the dresses on the rack in the store you were in. “Oh. My. God. This. This dress. Go try it on. NOW!”

She shoved a velvet dress into your arms and pushed you towards the fitting rooms. It was a deep green color, the fabric felt soft against your skin. It wasn’t a dress you would pick out for yourself but once you slid it over your head your jaw dropped at the sight in the mirror.

The bodice was a corset type, something you didn’t typically reach for but was pleasantly surprised at how it looked on you. The dress was form fitting but not uncomfortably so. The strap tied around your neck, lifting your chest and displaying the tops of your breasts tastefully.

The dress hugged your every curve, accentuating parts of your body you weren’t necessarily happy with, but now you felt sexy. Powerful. You opened the door and called for Tabitha. She came running with a few other options in her hands but her reaction matched your own as she laid eyes on you.

“Holy fuck. Yeah, no, forget these. You have to get that one. If he doesn’t fuck you, I will.”

You rolled her eyes at her antics and looked into the mirror once more. You felt so beautiful in the dress. It made you a little giddy at the thought of Rhett’s reaction. If he even had one. You tried to shake the negative thought away. If he didn’t appreciate it, someone else would. Maybe a nice cowboy who’d be down for a one night stand at a fancy hotel.

The week passed by in the blink of an eye and before you knew it, Rhett was packing the girls’ bags for their camping trip and was shouting up at you that he was going to pick up his suit in town from the tailor’s.

You took your time styling your hair the way you liked and you did your makeup, keeping it light but putting on a red lip. Just to be a little bold.

You hid in your room until you heard Rhett finish getting ready and head down the stairs.

“Tilly, you ready? We should leave so-“ Rhett stopped as he turned at the sound of your heels clicking against the wood. “Wow…” he breathed. “You look, ehem, you look nice. That’s a pretty dress.” He fiddled with his cuff links, avoiding eye contact.

“Thank you,” you responded shyly. He held his arm out to escort you to the black pickup truck. The ride was silent except for the radio and the hum of the engine. You couldn’t stop from looking to Rhett. His hair was slicked back, the gray hair looked more prominent. His temples were nearly white. He had a shadow of stubble on his jaw and his suit fit him in all the right places.

You pulled up to a beautiful hotel. It was a grand building, accents of gold sparkled in the setting sun and gorgeous flowers lined the walkways. Rows of trucks indicated that you were at the right place. And the men in bolo ties and cowboy hats gave it away.

Rhett forwent his Stetson and chose a sleek black tie, looking a little out of place but you thought he looked beautiful.

He parked and inhaled deeply, gripping the steering wheel with both hands and closing his eyes.

“Everything okay?” You questioned, placing a perfectly manicured hand on his forearm.

“Huh? Yeah. M’good. Just nervous. I can’t stand half the people in that room,” he mumbled, smiling softly at you. It made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You’ll do great. I can fake an emergency if needed.”

“Fall down the stairs if I give you a look,” Rhett joked.

“You got it, boss,” you winked at him. You reached for the door handle, preparing to get out of the truck but his hand on your arm now stopped you.

“Wait… I have something for you. A token of appreciation for coming with me. Also, an early birthday present.”

Rhett pulled a long, rectangular box from the side of the door. He opened it to show a diamond bracelet.

“Rhett- that’s- I can’t-“ You couldn’t stop from reaching out and running your fingers along the jewels.

“You deserve it. You work so hard and I don’t say it enough but you mean a lot to me. To the girls. Just wanted to give you something nice,” he said, voice a little shaky.

Something shifted as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist. His touch lingered on your skin and it was hard for you to breathe. You tried so hard to keep things professional, but it’s changed. Everything has changed in the cab of Rhett’s truck.

You headed inside, arm linked with Rhett’s as he greeted the people inside. He was so charismatic, putting on a face you’d never seen before. It was sexy. He was controlling the room. Everyone loved him.

You could feel eyes following you as you walked towards the front of the ballroom. You heard a few whispers from the older women, surely gossiping about the obvious age gap between you and your employer.

“I’m gonna grab some drinks. You gonna be okay here?” Rhett whispered in your ear, his warm breath washing over your skin and sending a chill down your spine.

“I’ll be good. Can you get me a Long Island?”

“Of course. Be right back.” He hurried off towards the bar, getting stopped several times along the way. You felt like a fish out of water here. You chewed on your thumb nail, anxiously waiting for Rhett to come back.

“I think you’re the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” a voice said from behind you. You turned to see the chair to your right being pulled away and a young man, around your age, sat down beside you. His black cowboy hat hid his eyes but he had a wide smirk on his face.

“I bet you’ve said that at least ten times tonight,” you responded, trying to ignore him.

“Name’s Wes. And you are-“

“Not interested. Beat it, buddy,” Rhett growled as he sat your drinks down and sat on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your chair possessively.

“I see how it is. Rhett… good to see you.”

Rhett hummed as he glared at Wes over the rim of his glass, silently willing him to scram. It was hot.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“He’s trouble,” Rhett mumbled.

The evening went on without a hitch. Dinner was decent and you joined in on a few conversations. Rhett’s speech was wonderful and informative about the cattle business. He looked good on stage but you knew he was nervous. He made his way back to you, smiling slightly.

“Come dance with me, honey,” he spoke lowly.

“Let me go freshen up a bit,” you squeaked, rushing to the bathroom. Your nerves were getting the best of you. It was just a dance. A quick dance and you’d be heading home. Nothing more.

You made your way back to the ballroom, catching Rhett’s eyes and you trembled slightly at the heat that formed there. A slow song started just as you made your way to the dance floor.

His large hand engulfed yours as his other splayed on the low of your back. You could smell his cologne as he pulled you close to him. You felt a piece of paper in your right palm as Rhett swayed the two of you around.

“What’s that?”

“You can read it when we’re done dancin’,” Rhett drawled, looking down at you. Even with you in heels, his frame still towered over you.

The song ended too quickly for your liking and Rhett was called over to a table filled with older gentlemen, leaving you standing in the middle of the floor. The crumpled napkin had been left in your hand and you spread it out to read the note.

Meet me at the staircase by the piano - R

You gasped slightly and looked around, meeting Rhett’s eyes as he chatted with the group he was with. He was expressionless but there was a fire in his eyes again. One that made your body react and you tried not to squeeze your thighs together in front of everyone there. You made your way back to your table to drink the rest of your drink, a little liquid courage, before you made your way to the staircase.

You stood there for what felt like ages but in reality was only a few minutes. You bounced on your feet, nerves building every second that passed.

“Hey, you,” Rhett’s voice called from behind you, approaching you with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” you responded, feeling awkward.

Rhett pulled a key from his pocket. A hotel room key. Room 475 engraved in the key tag.

“You can say no. You can tell me to fuck off. You can quit-“

“Yes,” the answer came without a beat.

“Yeah?” His eyebrows raised slightly, a small smirk forming on his thin lips.

“You have no idea how bad I want you, Rhett,” you confessed, breathless.

Rhett let out a desperate noise as he reached for you and crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, one hand cupping the back of your head. You moaned wantonly as his tongue expertly licked into your mouth. You should go upstairs, should stop before anyone sees you.

“Rhett, we should- we need to-“

“Yeah… Yeah.”

His hand linked with yours as he pulled you to the elevator, not wasting time pushing you inside and against the wall, the railing digging into your lower spine a bit uncomfortably. His lips reconnected with yours, a low grunt escaping his throat.

“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, lips barely leaving yours. Hands explored your body, gripping at your soft hips and thighs, circling around to grab handfuls of your ass. The touch caused you to arch your body towards his, back bowing as he traveled higher and started palming your breast.

“I’ve thought about this - thought about you - for longer than I’d like to admit,” Rhett spoke, deep voice rattling in his chest. “Makes me feel like a dirty old man.”

You just whined pathetically, gripping at his lapels to anchor yourself. You were about to grind against the thigh that had pushed its way between your thighs but the high pitched ding of the elevator caused you to jump apart. Moving so fast, you would have thought you had been electrocuted.

A little old lady walked into the elevator, not missing the way you and Rhett looked disheveled. It was blatantly obvious what you were just doing. Rhett cracked a smile at her, nodding his head in her direction. Your chest was still heaving and your knees felt shaky.

She only went up two floors, a quick ride that felt like an eternity. Rhett’s pinky brushed against your hand where it rested on the rail, the small touch sending shocks through you.

“Have a nice evenin, ma’am,” Rhett said sickeningly sweet and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh at the look she threw his way as she exited the lift.

Your stop was next and nerves bubbled in your stomach at what was about to happen.

Silence surrounded you and Rhett now as you walked to the room. Not a word was spoken as he unlocked the door and made his way inside. You stood in the middle of the room awkwardly, wringing your hands together as you looked toward the wooden floor.

Rhett tossed his jacket haphazardly onto the floor, approaching you slowly. Giving you the chance to run. It reminded you of a lion stalking a gazelle before it pounced. His calloused hands rubbed the length of your arms before his touch brushed the side of your neck, eventually cupping your face. A rough thumb caressed your cheekbone.

“Darlin’, look at me. Please,” Rhett spoke quietly, as if not to scare you. You continued to look down, which caused him to pinch your chin and lift your gaze to him. “Are you sure about this? We can- we don’t have to-“

“No. No, I want to. I have for a while. A long, long while.”

“Good,” he said, coming out an octave lower and his eyes landed on your red covered lips. His thumb ran across the pout of your bottom lip, tugging it down slightly. “I want to devour you.”

A shaky breath escaped you before you wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking softly on the digit.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

You stood there for a moment, his thumb in your mouth and your eyes locked on each other. It made tensions rise tenfold. You pulled away with a ‘pop’, a trail of saliva following in its wake.

Impatience got the best of you as you started clawing at his tie and shirt buttons, nearly sending them flying through the room. Rhett chuckled at your huffy breaths of frustration as you yanked on his clothing. You threw the tie behind you, his shirt was shoved off his shoulder and into the chair next to the door. His belt made a loud clink as it hit the window.

“Easy, girl. Don’t destroy the room. Or my clothes,” Rhett teased, stopping your hasty movements. You finally took the chance to pause and look at the man standing before you. Hairy chest on full display. The dark hair traveled down in a continuous line all the way down to the waist of his pants. His soft stomach and love handles made your mouth water.

“You’re so- fuck, Rhett. You’re so sexy,” you said.

“My turn.” He untied the neck of your dress slowly, taking his time pulling the bow loose. He turned you so your back was to him, unzipping you unhurriedly. You let the dress fall to your feet as you turned to face him again, leaving you in your lingerie and high heels.

“My god. Look at you.” Rhett took in the sight of you. Black lace left little to the imagination.

Things moved in a blur after that. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you tried to remove the heels and he almost ripped your bra as he unclasped it with one hand. He tossed it aside and you tried not to giggle as it landed on the lampshade of the lamp that sat on the bedside table.

The edge of the bed knocked against the back of your knees as he pushed you softly so you landed on your back, bouncing on the mattress slightly. He stood between your spread thighs, undoing the button of his slack and pushing them down, revealing the tight black boxers he wore underneath.

You let out a quiet whine as your eyes traveled down his torso and stopping at the large bulge that was confined by the cotton. Even in the low lighting, you could see a small wet spot from the precum.

Large hands massaged your inner thighs as he spread them apart even farther, causing a slight burn in your muscles. He groaned at the sight of your barely clothed cunt. Rhett fell to his knees swiftly and delved into you without warning. Expert licks moved against your wetness through the thin lace, which had been quickly ripped away. His nose bumped against your bundle of nerves as his tongue explored your folds.

His long fingers soon joined his ministrations, finding that spongy spot inside of you in a matter of seconds. You’d question how he did that later. As of now, you tried to control your shaking limbs as he pushed you higher and higher towards your peak. Scratchy stubble rubbed against you, causing a delicious burn.

He stuck true to his word and devoured you, not leaving one part of you undiscovered.

Rhett’s lips wrapped around your clit and started sucking softly, tongue flicking against the bud. You trembled beneath him and your back bowed off the mattress, bucking against his mouth. A strong arm slung itself over your middle, keeping you pinned to the bed.

Your hands gripped his locks tightly, tugging hard when his tongue sped up.

“Rhett. Oh, Rhett. Fuck. Daddy!” It didn’t take much for your moans to become near screams and for galaxies to explode behind your eyelids as you came against Rhett’s face. Your body was jerking involuntarily as you traveled down from your high. Rhett placed feather light kisses against you before pulling away, hair sticking up in places and his face covered in your release.

He traveled up your body and kissed you soundly, the tangy taste of your desire mixing with something so Rhett made you both moan into each other’s mouths.

“Lay back, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you,” Rhett said quietly. You made yourself comfortable against the soft pillows as Rhett stretched you in preparation for his cock. “Damn pillow princess,” he joked. It made you smile.

He had three thick fingers inside of you before you stopped him.

“Stop! Please! I- I wanna come with you inside me,” you pleaded, gripping his wrist. He nodded and pulled his fingers out fleetingly.

You blindly shoved at his boxers and he clumsily kicked them off the end of the bed, his hard cock slapping against his lower stomach. Fuck, he was big.

Rhett pulled back and sat on his knees, gripping the base of his dick and placing it on your stomach.

“Look, baby. You think you can take me? Think you can handle daddy’s cock?”

“Please! Please, fuck me. Need it. Need you. Please!” You begged, lifting your hips and causing the leaking head to brush against your already sensitive clit. You simultaneously let out a loud moan. He rubbed himself through your folds, teasing you and him both.

“Wait, hold on.” Rhett pulled away and searched for his trousers, pulling his wallet out and rummaging through it. He pulled out a foil wrapper and ripped it with his teeth. You had never seen anything sexier.

“Can I do it?” You asked shyly, propping yourself up on your elbows. He handed the condom to you and kept eye contact as you rolled the latex down his length carefully. He was heavy in your hand.

You laid back once more, a trembling breath escaping your mouth as he lined up with your entrance. Even with his prepping, it was still a stretch. The slight burn caused you to hiss and dig your nails into his biceps. He took a break between each inch, time passing slowly as he made small thrusts. He eventually bottomed out, a broken moan coming from his chest as you squeezed around his length.

You stayed like that for a moment, both breathing heavily as his forearms caged you in.

“Daddy. Move. Please,” you whined, fingers moving tangle in the curls at the base of his neck. He slowly pulled out, nearly all the way, before thrusting back into you, the girth and length of him touching places you’d never been able to reach before. It started slow, he was allowing you to get accustomed to him.

However, it didn’t take long before his thrusts became a little rougher. His hands now were placed a the top of your head as he put his body weight into his movements, grunts escaping him with each pass, your high pitched breaths matching him.

“So tight. Taking me so well. Like you were fucking made for it. Made for me. All mine, all mine,” Rhett rambled. The headboard started to smack against the wall slightly as he pounded into you. You couldn’t breathe. You were approaching a feeling you had never felt before. Your brain was becoming fuzzy and your ears were beginning to ring.

“Da-daddy. M’gonna- I’m almost there,” you squealed as a particularly harsh thrust hit your g-spot.

“C’mon, sweet baby. Come for daddy,” his deft fingers started rubbing your swollen clit in tight circles and you let out a scream as your release washed over you. Rhett continued fucking into you until he pushed deep inside you and threw his head back towards the ceiling, filling the condom with his own release.

He collapsed on top of you, full body weight covering you like a blanket. You felt like were floating. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed against Rhett’s back, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat. You stayed silent for a while, both trying to catch your breaths as you came down. He eventually pulled out of you slowly, causing you to wince. He discarded the condom and went to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth and a glass of water.

You were quiet as he took care of you, smiling softly as he pulled you to sit up and take a few sips of water. You had never been cared for like this after sex. It made your chest constrict. You moved under the covers and waited for Rhett to follow suit. He immediately pressed his warm body against your own, pulling you tight to his chest.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you said with a slight giggle.

“I can’t believe it took us this long,” Rhett retorted, fingers dancing along your spine.

You both laughed a little before it fell silent once again.

“Rhett?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“What does this make us?” You asked as you ran your fingers through the thick chest hair.

“Well… I think this means you’ll be sleeping in my bed when we get home. But don’t call HR on me.”

“You are HR, Rhett. Seriously, though. Are we like-“

“I want you to be my girl. I have spent the past several months falling in love with you. And I know it’s soon, but damn it, darlin’. You’ve stolen my heart,” Rhett confessed, his words causing your eyes to well with tears.

“Rhett… I- I love you, too.”

“The girls are going to be excited. They’ve been begging me to ask you to be my girlfriend since you moved in.”

“They’re trouble, I swear,” you laughed, snuggling closer to your man.

“They’re the reason I have all of this gray hair.”

“Yeah, but it’s hot. Very… very… very hot,” you responded, emphasizing the T. You giggled as he rolled over on top of you and started kissing against your neck playfully.

You kissed each other softly in the dark until you fell asleep holding each other tight. And when the sun rose in the morning, a new beginning would be awaiting you.

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rhettabbotts · 3 days ago

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exit light, enter night | void

description: in which you allow the darkness to consume you

pairing: void x f!reader

w/c: 3,865

warnings: 18+ only, unprotected sex, kind of ritualistic, dom/sub themes, light choking, begging, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, references to ethel cain's ptolemaea if you squint. i took some creative liberties here. you don't need to have watched thunderbolts to read this!

He was there, in the shadows.

You could feel him. A presence that was akin to the sea tide, ebbing to and fro, swelling and shrinking, but still vast and incredibly powerful.

When had you become aware of his presence? You weren’t entirely sure. All you knew was that you had opened your eyes in the middle of the night—at the witching hour; three o’clock in the morning—and he was there. Lurking. Waiting. Watching.

The bedroom was cold, and the air smelled faintly of smoke. Curling around you. Threatening to lick at your skin and swallow you whole. Although the darkness was oppressive, you weren’t afraid.

You’d been waiting for him.

He knew it, too. Traveling across the room with ease, his feet barely touching the floor, he stood at the end of your bed, towering over you. “What an interesting turn of events,” his voice filled your mind, echoing throughout the room before it settled back into his dark form. “The little human wants me here.”

You jutted your chin out slightly, staring directly at him. You could just barely make out his eyes in the darkness. An eerie glimmer beneath the shroud of shadow. “It took you long enough,” you replied, surprising yourself with your quick, sharp wit. Perhaps he was bringing an edge out of you. Inciting a combative spirit within you.

“Impatient,” he admonished. Watching you for a moment, he tilted his head, almost curiously. “You aren’t afraid.”

“I’ve never been scared of the dark.”

He rounded the corner of the bed, closing in on you like a cat preparing to pounce on its unassuming prey. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking for?” Wasting no time, he cut to the chase. He was completely aware of why you wanted him here tonight. Why you’d been waiting in the dark.

“Yes. I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

In the gloom, his face shifted into what appeared to be a knowing smile. It should have filled you with trepidation. Instead, it sent a ripple of burning want through you.

His hand moved, fingers splayed wide as he let it pass over you. He wasn’t touching you, his shadow was merely hovering. Yet somehow, you felt him. A radiation of raw power and darkness, leaving goosebumps prickling along your skin.

You leaned back against the mattress, legs involuntarily parting. His hand stopped there, and you felt it then. The desire deep within your core intensified, deepening and spreading until you began to squirm.

“Poor little lamb. So lost. So desperate for someone to take care of you.”

You gasped as he sat upon the edge of the bed, inches from you. He was fully touching you now, hand settled between your thighs, the only thing separating your skin from his being the thin cotton sleep shorts you wore.

“Say it.”

The command reverberated through your mind, and you jolted slightly, mouth moving of its own accord. “I want you to take care of me.” There was no room for doubt in your tone. It was confident. Sure.

A chill crept through your body, and you watched in shock as your pajamas began to dissolve in shadow, until they were gone entirely, leaving you bare to him. To the void. “Oh, but that’s the innocent way of saying it. And you’re far from innocent, aren’t you, little one?”

His fingers brushed over your temple, and you gasped sharply as a vision of being filled by him flashed through your mind. “Tell me you want me to own you.”

“I want you to own me.” A chill passed through you, just before his body was pressed against yours, cool to the touch.

“Yes,” he cooed, “give in to it.” His mouth was on yours, and you parted your lips, eager, wanting, welcoming. “Give in to that animal desire in that wicked little mind of yours.”

He was bare, you could feel him. Firm planes of muscle, sharp edges of bone, solid yet light as air, permanent yet ephemeral. His hands parted your thighs, ghosting down soft, sensitive flesh. An overwhelming swell of desire pulsed through the deepest part of you, and you realized he could control it. His hand hovered over you again, where you needed him most, and the arousal grew tenfold.

Your brain seemed to give way to white noise as the warmth of your desire began to travel from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. You knew, then, that he possessed all the power in this moment. A realization passed over you. He could bring you to unfathomable heights of pleasure without even touching you.

But you wanted him to touch you. You wanted him inside you. Consuming you. Swallowing you whole. And he knew that.

When his hands passed over your chest, fingers swirling over hardening nipples, you whimpered, mouth falling open, back arching. That barest hint of stimulation sent an electric current through your body. It was almost as if you could feel his satisfied smirk.

“So responsive.” He turned your face toward his, lips against yours again, tongue sliding into your mouth. Tasting you. Possessing you.

You found yourself reaching for him, hands skittering over his shoulders, legs hooking around his waist. Pulling him closer. You had dreamed about this. Conjured it up in the deepest recesses of your mind, often while your hand was between your thighs, fingers pressed into your slick. The shadow of a man, having his way with you.

“I can see them, you know,” he spoke again. “Your thoughts. Your darkest desires. And I’m in every single one of them.” His fingers came to rest upon your forehead, and your vision was clouded with the very scene that had taken place before you fell asleep.

Fingers buried deep inside your own cunt, writhing against the bed, moaning pathetically, whorishly, into the silence of your bedroom. You’d been imagining him while you did it. But your fingers couldn’t satisfy you. They weren’t long enough. Thick enough. Deep enough.

“Tell me, little one.” The vision faded again, and you returned to the present. “Can you pleasure yourself as well as I can pleasure you?”

You already knew you couldn’t. “I can’t!” you exclaimed.

“No, of course you can’t.” His fingers were there, where yours had been in the vision he’d shown you. Trailing through your sticky wetness, gathering it on his fingertips before he brushed them over your poor, aching clit. “You could never pleasure yourself as well as a god can.”

A mind-bending heat washed over you. You suddenly felt like a live wire, snapping and crackling, sizzling and popping, and he’d barely even touched you. In the shadows, his mouth parted to reveal a toothy, Cheshire cat grin.

You were Alice, seconds away from falling into a dark rabbit hole. And yet, you felt no fear. Only anticipation. If he handed you a bottle labeled ‘Drink Me’, you would gulp it down without hesitation, consequences be damned.

The intensity grew, and you found yourself arching off the bed once again, fingers curling into the sheets for purchase, body taut like the string of a bow. You knew that all it would take was a snap of his fingers, a flick of his hand, and you would fall apart. Knowing he held such raw power made your head spin.

“Oh my god, please!” You cried out, unsure of what you were asking for.

His free hand came to settle around your throat, squeezing only slightly, not using his full and infinite strength. “You learn quickly. That’s right. I am your god, aren’t I, lamb?”

There was that Cheshire smile again before he ducked forward, face against your neck. When you felt his teeth sink into your skin, a broken yelp tore itself from your throat, and you saw stars.

If you were the lamb, he was the wolf that had you caged in his powerful jaw.

Tongue soothing over the sharp bite, he shifted above you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, while he parted your delicate folds with the other. Then you felt him. Cock hard against you, trailing through your slick, even as you grew wetter still.

“Beg me for it.” Once again, his command filled your head, voice low and almost threatening. As if you would be punished if you did not obey.

You shifted your hips toward him, searching. “Please, please give it to me. I need it so badly, I can hardly stand it. Please!”

He hummed in amusement. “That’s simply not good enough. Remember, I know your darkest desires. The salacious things you plead for in the darkness of this room. Such filth and depravity. It’s the only way you can come. So go on, beg for it the right way.”

Dizzy, burning with need, and slightly embarrassed that he knew every intimate detail, you cried out, “Please, sir. I need your cock so badly. I need it to stretch my little pussy. I want you to ruin me for anyone else. Please!”

“Pathetic,” he growled, but nonetheless, he aligned himself with you, and just as you were about to launch into another round of begging, he thrust forward in one fluid motion, filling you entirely.

Your eyes went wide as saucers, and you couldn’t help the shriek that bubbled up within you. The stretch was so overwhelming, it knocked the breath right out of your lungs. But the strange thing was, it didn’t hurt. If anyone else of this size had thrust into you without careful preparation and added lubricant, you would have cried out in pain.

But this man, this shadow, this void, did not cause you pain. In fact, what you felt was the furthest possible thing from pain imaginable. You saw the moon and stars flash behind your eyes as he joined your bodies together. You became one with the darkness, yet you’d never felt more light.

“I own you now, little one,” he whispered in your ear.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him impossibly closer. “I’m yours!”

Hands braced against the bed, caging you in, he pulled his hips back before he pushed forward again, relishing in the howl you let out. You were his little plaything to do whatever he pleased with.

He was well aware that he was doing exactly what you’d asked him to; ruin you for anyone else. When he was finished with you, you would crave only him. You would never be sated, even if you fell into the bed of another. They would not fill you the way he did. They would not bring you to the heights of ecstasy that he could.

But that was what you wanted. You had offered yourself to him, reposed in shadow, so willing and pliant.

“I waited for you,” you whispered against his mouth, as you took everything he had to give.

“I know you did. Night after night spent hoping I would come. But I’ve always been there. Watching. Waiting.”

Another deep thrust that resulted in your eyes rolling back in your head, a delicious tremor surging through you.

“I was there, in the dark, when you called out my name. I am here now, as you plead for me still.”

His words floated around you, settling into your skin like ink etched by a tattoo needle.

“I am no good, nor evil, simply I am.” It felt as if he was speaking through you. Penetrating you in every way. “And I have come to take what is mine.”

Take me, please. All of me. I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m yours.

You couldn’t get enough. All you wanted was more, more, more. Hands clawing at his back, hips rolling into his, desperate, searching, needing. You’d taken him to the hilt, and yet you still wanted more. Needed him beneath your skin, ebbing through your bloodstream.

He gripped your hips in his hands, and even in your state of hazy pleasure, you realized how enormous they were, fingers covering the entirety of your hips. And as you looked up at him, you were suddenly aware of how he loomed over you. It felt like staring up, up, up into the vast night sky. Except there were no stars, save for the shine of his eyes as they took in the sight of you trembling beneath him.

Others may have felt fear when looking into the face of darkness. But you simply welcomed it, searching for his mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips once again.

He hitched your legs higher, pushing them toward your chest, allowing him a deeper range of motion that sent you wailing against his mouth, fingers digging into his back. You couldn’t describe it if you tried. It was all-consuming. A glorious, fiery warmth that bubbled to life within your veins, fizzing and popping like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.

Tears sprang to your eyes, soon spilling down the sides of your face in hot trails. This seemed to please him greatly, as he hummed in delight.

“Oh, look at you, little one. Crying as I have my way with you. What a sight.” He ducked down, his face inches from yours, and proceeded to press his tongue to each cheek, licking your tears away. Mouth parted in shock and awe, you watched him shiver, as if drinking your tears gave him some sort of depraved satisfaction.

You were rendered speechless, unable to form a single coherent word as he quickened his pace, going deeper than you thought possible. It was almost as if your anatomy was changing to accommodate him. But that wasn’t possible, was it?

However, by all accounts and purposes, it shouldn’t have been possible to fall into the throes of pleasure with a man made of shadows, yet that was exactly what was happening.

And it was otherworldly.

The beginnings of a glorious release were beginning to ripple through you. Your muscles tensed. Your heart rate quickened. Heat blossomed through you. You could feel yourself growing impossibly wetter around him, and the audible squelch of that wetness was obscene.

It felt as if the darkness was coming to greet you. You sank further into the bed. Down, down, down, until it felt as if you were floating in outer space, and the only thing keeping you from floating out of orbit was him.

“Let it overtake you,” he lulled, velvety smooth. “Don’t fight it.” A hand pressed against your low abdomen, splaying over the place where he was buried deep within you.

You felt it then. A growing intensity. An all-consuming vibration of atoms. It swelled like an ocean wave, higher and higher, until it threatened to come violently crashing down upon you.

He was controlling your body’s response. Amplifying it. And he could just as easily take it away if he wanted. But he didn’t.

When his voice entered your head again, it was to speak another command. “Come.”

And you were free-falling.

Your body was made of vast galaxies, bursting in air, vision engulfed in a myriad of bright, blinding colors that pulsed through your bloodstream. The darkness seemed to swell around you, growing until it swallowed you in its cold embrace.

His hand was against the side of your face, forehead pressed to yours. “Give it to me.” He seemed so absorb your ecstasy, consuming you, drinking you in.

You writhed beneath him, mouth open in a silent wail as your eyes rolled back. It was an exorcism of pleasure, and you didn’t want it to end. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. I need more, more, more.

Your legs trembled around his hips, muscles twitching of their own accord as you were ravaged by an unspeakable bliss. It seemed to go on for eternity, ebbing and flowing, so intense you felt as if it might drive you utterly mad.

No human being was meant to experience pleasure this otherworldly. It wasn’t possible. And yet, you were experiencing it.

He had you exactly where he wanted you. Splayed out, succumbing to mindless pleasure. In your mind, he had already been given the title of god. You had given yourself to him, but he wanted to hear you say it.

As the intensity finally began to wan, and you stared up at him, eyes wide, he hummed, stroking your cheek in a way that almost seemed…tender.

“Please,” you whimpered, barely able to find your voice, “please, please, tell me I’m yours. That I belong to you.”

His fingers brushed over your parted lips. “It’s already been done.” Then those digits were slipping into your mouth, and you welcomed them, moaning salaciously as your mouth closed around them, tongue swirling.

This seemed to delight him, as a pleased sound rumbled in the back of his throat. “Eager little lamb. It’s amusing to watch how desperate you are. Drooling all over my fingers, begging me to claim you as mine.”

He was still inside you, and he offered a particularly deep, harsh thrust that had you crying out around his fingers, eyes opening wide as saucers as an electric current ripped through you. You realized he wasn’t finished with you yet. What he’d just given you was only the beginning.

Without warning, he pulled back, gripping your hips, forcefully turning you over onto your belly. He arranged you as he saw fit, situating you so that you were face down. Your mind spun as you attempted to register the shift in position, but you didn’t have time to adjust, because seconds later, you felt him again, cock sliding into your poor, aching cunt.

You sobbed against the bed, mouth open. Strong hands held you still as he drove his hips forward at a bruising pace. How was this possible? You should have been in pain. Should have been telling him it was too much. But it wasn’t. In fact, you wanted more.

“Don’t stop!” You wailed, “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

It all seemed to intensify in this position, and you felt like a live wire, raw and thrumming with energy. With each thrust, your brain filled with white noise, tears leaking from your eyes, drool spilling from your mouth.

You could feel the power in each movement he made, thrumming above you like a great storm cloud. And you welcomed it. Begged for it. Let the storm wash over me.

One hand holding your head down, the other dipping between your legs to slide his fingers over your swollen little bundle, he spoke. “Tell me, little one. Who is your god?” He wanted to hear it again.

And oh, how willingly you spoke it into the darkness of your bedroom. “You are!” You wept.

“You’ll never forget it as long as you live. When you sleep at night, you will dream of me. When you find yourself in the dark, you will call my name. And I will come to you. You will crave me always. I am the only one who can satisfy that craving.”

Once again, his voice was inside your head, swirling through the folds of your brain. Yes, you would crave him. Only him.

“Say it.”

“You! Only you!” Fiery heat had begun to gather in your belly again, spreading throughout your body. You could feel yourself dripping around him, your own arousal trailing down your inner thighs.

He angled your hips further, and suddenly, he was brushing against a little gathering of sensitive nerves, and you were screaming into the softness of the mattress as your orgasm ripped through you without warning, evidence of your ecstasy spilling from you, soaking his cock, and the sheets below.

You babbled incoherently, unsure if you were even conscious, or if you had slipped into a permanent state of bliss. Crying, sobbing, wailing. Clawing at the sheets. Trembling uncontrollably, like a leaf enduring hurricane winds.

It was otherworldly. Supernatural. Transcendental.

You left yourself, exiting your body, until you found yourself observing the moment from above. The way you trembled beneath the god of shadows, the one you had given your mind, body, and soul to. The one you would belong to for all eternity.

And you smiled.

As you returned to yourself, pleasure retreating, you felt it then. The way he pulsed within you. And there, in the deepest part of you, he spilled his seed. It filled you to the brim, and you welcomed it.

Claim me. Make me yours. Bind me to you forever.

As your body sank down against the bed, exhausted, legs trembling, he slid out of you, and you whimpered mournfully at the loss of contact. Moments later, you were on your back, as the darkness hovered over you, hand stroking your warm cheek, leaving coolness in its wake.

“Good little lamb,” he cooed. The sound of his voice was like black velvet against your skin, and your eyes began to grow heavy, lashes fluttering. “Morning will come soon. I must leave.” He could not exist in the light.

His lips were against yours again, and he spoke a prayer into your mouth.

“Blessed be this daughter of the shadows, bound to me in darkness eternal.” Then he kissed you deeply, lingering only for the briefest of moments. “Sleep now, little one. Until we meet again.”

With that, you drifted into slumber.

When you woke the next morning, your eyes drifted toward the corner of the room, where he had been the night before. But all you saw was the reading chair you kept there. Shivering slightly, you realized that perhaps you’d been dreaming all along.

“What an insane dream,” you muttered to yourself as you moved to push yourself upright, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Your pajamas were still on your body, as if they’d never disappeared at all. Nothing seemed out of place.

Then you stood, and the moment you did, you gasped, knees almost buckling as you felt it. You lifted one trembling hand, sliding it beneath the waistband of your shorts, between your thighs, dipping your fingers inside yourself. Sticky and wet, it coated your fingertips. When you drew them back, you saw it, glimmering against the digits.

His voice echoed through your mind, repeating what he had said to you the night before. “I was there, in the dark, when you called out my name. And I am here now.”

Though you couldn’t see him, he was always with you. Lurking in the shadows. Waiting for darkness to come, so that he could once again claim you as his own.

That realization sent you backward, legs giving way as you sank down onto the edge of the bed, holding tightly to the sheets so you wouldn’t slide down to the floor. A wave of heady desire washed over you as you recalled what he had done to you the night before.

As the morning sun warmed your bedroom, you found yourself giddy with excitement as you realized that, once the sun hid itself from the sky, he would return to you. And you would allow him to consume you once again.

After all, you weren’t afraid of the dark.

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