#preacher!rhett

[bradshawsbitch]

son of a preacher man | rhett abbott x reader

disclaimer; this thot popped into my brain this morning as i listened to 'son of a preacher man' by dusty springfield, feel free to listen to it as you read. I myself am agnostic so if there's any inaccuracies-- *shrugs*. both characters are 20.

warnings; religious themes, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, female reader, afab!reader, corruption kink, innocence, dresses mentioned, attempt at masturbation, cunnilingus, mentions of sick parent, size kink(?)

summary; rhett abbott, the preacher's son, is the only one who had ever reached a part of you, a part of you you hardly knew yourself.

word count; 4K.

tagging people who might like; @hangmanapologist @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @lt-bradshaw @roleycoleyreccenter

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Spring had come suddenly that year, the meadows waking from their long sleepy absence and blooming slowly with white and pale lavender wildflowers. The sweet fragrance that emanated from the very earth you walked on was intoxicating to you, more than happy to spend long afternoons amongst the meadow wildlife if time allowed it.

More often than not though, there was no time. Your father had fallen ill the past year, and his health had steadily declined as the raw winter chill seeped through the old wood of your house. Mother had needed all the help she needed around the house, with the sweet lambs you had out back, shearing them and spinning yarn from their soft fur.

You’d often work tirelessly at knitting sweaters, little socks and mittens for the church charity, or to sell on market days to help sustain the farm and your fathers medication. Sometimes mother let you knit out on the meadows, but most of the time she wanted you near her.

The one day you steadfastly looked forward to was Sundays. Sundays when the kind Reverend Royal Abbott would make sure to visit your family after Sunday service to read for your mother and your father, as your fathers health no longer allowed him to attend sermons. It was not so much Father Abbotts blessings that brought you feelings of elation and butterflies, no, it was more so the blessing of his youngest son. 

It was the one afternoon you were completely free from your mothers watchful eyes, and she always let you wander the meadows with the Abbott boy for as long as you needed - under the impression that the preacher’s son was offering you the lord's word as comfort for the situation that was impending. She always gave you a comforting and sympathetic smile as the younger Abbott took you for a walk through your back lawn, out towards the meadows, pastures and forests adjacent.

You and Rhett Abbott were the same age, and you’d always had such a soft spot for the cerulean eyed boy with longer hair and mischief twinkling in his smile and eyes. You knew his mother Cecelia often reprimanded him, and wished he was more like his older brother Perry who sported short, more respectable hair, and who had already married. 

There was something enchanting about him, the way your body and soul always seemed so in tune with him - how when he entered the room, your very being would vibrate with the need to be close to him. 

He was everything. Tall, broad, beautiful and kind. You were, according to yourself, rather plain. Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined he would desire you in any way, until you noticed how he always made a point to accompany his father to your house on Sunday afternoons. In the beginning, he would sit near you as you listened to his fathers preaching. 

It was hard to concentrate on the words of the Reverend, when his son was running his strong hands softly across the thin fabric of your white, billowy Sunday dress. When he did it the first time, you’d turned to him in shock, only to be met with a sympathetic look as he opted to let his hand rest on your shoulder. It clicked in your mind then that he was offering you comfort. Taking in your surroundings, you saw your mother in tears at the preacher's words, and you bowed your head - only partly ashamed you’d been too busy taking in the scent and the close proximity of Rhett to fully understand Royal’s gruff voice.

His hand on your shoulder, warmth seeping through the thin and soft fabric of your dress made you inhale the softest of gasps. You wanted to melt into his touch and never leave, but you managed to sit up straight with your hands neatly folded in your lap that Sunday afternoon.

As they left that Sunday, Royal tipped his hat and bid your family farewell, as Rhett gripped your shoulder tightly again and spoke softly;

Everything will be alright.

You could tell Royal was proud of his son, thinking his wilder spouse had finally found the way of the Lord. Perhaps that’s why, as time went on, Rhett would make a point to speak verses of comfort to you when they visited. He kept touching your upper arm and shoulder, once venturing to rest his large palm just above your knee - but the surprised gasp you had let out had been so loud he’d had to pretend to swat away a fly as the elders turned to look at you.

Being good isn’t always easy, you tell yourself that night as you imagine Rhett’s firm touch all over your body, burning sensations flaring when you thought of his palm reaching higher up on your thigh. Your own daintier hand didn’t feel the same as you graced it up your inner thigh, your nightgown bunching around your hips as soft gasps spilled from parted lips, legs falling apart further and further as you thought of Rhett’s tall frame fitting in between them. 

Hesitant touches made you writhe in your bed, breaths coming in short gasps, but never truly getting satisfied. No one had ever taught you about your own body, had never told you what sort of feeling you were yearning for when your body burned and ached like this. 

A soft, longing, moan of the preacher’s son's name fell from your lips as you brushed against a spot that momentarily satiated the ache, but you lost it in your surprise that overtook you at what had tumbled from your mouth. That night you contemplated your actions, wondering if you were no longer a good girl in the eyes of the Lord. It surprised you that you felt little shame about your actions. 

After a whole week of chores, knitting and tending to your little lambs, it was soon Sunday again. You’d opted to wear your Sunday dress again, as you would any Sunday, but you had to admit you spent a little more time with the rest of your appearance. As Father Abbott and his son approached your abode, your mother sang their praises to you, gushing over how kind they were to come to your house personally to make sure your poor father’s soul could be salvaged.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” Royal grumbled, taking off his hat and bowing his head before he kept talking “today, my son was wondering if he might have the privilege to preach to your daughter - he has expressed concern for how she might be faring in these dire circumstances.” 

Glancing up at your mother, you saw tears glistening in her eyes as she nodded “Of course, Father Abbott, we are so blessed to have you preaching to us who are a bit older - certainly, our daughter would be thankful to have a younger perspective upon her hardships,” she answered for you, and you could only bite your lip to keep your smile at bay. 

“Thank you, ma’am.” Rhett spoke, before he revealed what passages he would cover with you today. “Could we perhaps be allowed on the meadow out back?” Rhett continued, eyes flitting between your mother and his father “I find that nature can instill peace along with the Lord’s words,” he elaborated and your mother nodded, tears now glittering on her cheeks.

“My little lamb does love spending her time on the meadow, does it offer you peace my dove?” Your mother doted on you, as if she now at once understood why you were out there. You could only nod mutely, not entirely believing your luck as the elders made room for Rhett to lead you through your back lawn, your arm tucked respectfully in his arm.

Those first times, Rhett did take you for a walk. He would talk in soft, soothing voices, once in a while adding some passages from verses. Mostly, the two of you would talk of other matters too, and getting to know Rhett was exhilarating. He told you of the times he’d snuck out to the rodeo, told you how his friend had snuck him onto a bull that had bucked him off. He told you of the thrill, of how he’d felt so alive. 

You looked at him with starry eyes, and he looked at you with soft adoration in his eyes as he told you how he had always found you sweet. Had always looked out for you. Surprised, you gently argued that he had never talked to you much when you were in school together. 

He told you he would often try to sit near you, would always try to land himself in projects with you, but that their teacher thought he was a little bit of a bad boy, preacher's son or not. A soft smile made its way onto your face as he confessed these sweet thoughts to you, bowing your head downwards out of habit.

Feeling his rough fingertips under your chin made your head spin as he tilted your face up so he could see you again “you’re so sweet… so beautiful, little lamb” he whispered, cerulean eyes taking in your parted lips and your slightly furrowed brows. 

“Rhett,” his name was out of your mouth, breathy and pleading, before you knew it. His breath seemed to hitch, before he groaned your name, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours - facial expression akin to fathers when he was in pain. It seemed as if his other hand was itching to pull you flush to his body, hovering in the air between you when the two of you heard Royal shouting Rhett’s name in the distance. Apparently the Sunday sermon was over.

“Rhett.” You all but whimpered, longing for his touch, for anything he would be willing to give you. The pained expression was back on his face as he looked down at you again, he gently cupped your face in between his large palms, letting his blue eyes devour your features before he spoke.

“Shh, little lamb, everything is alright. I’ll see you next Sunday, alright? I’ll try to see if I can come before that okay?” He whispered to you, and you nodded, watching as he smiled softly before letting his lips press a lingering kiss to your cheek before he straightened up and guided you back to your house.

Letting out a shaky breath, your mother appeared before you, letting you know which chores needed done before sundown. She took in your shaky state and asked if you were feeling alright.

“Preacher’s son had chosen some… very emotional verses today, I’m sorry mother.” The lie slipped almost too easily from your tongue, and your mother smiled sympathetically, offering you a small pat on your shoulder before she was off, singing praises about that preacher's son.

That week, Rhett appeared when you went to sell your knitted goods at the market, and he had taken his brother's place when you brought the pieces for the charity for the church. When he caught sight of you, those beautiful blues of his would look fiery and alive. His touches would linger, his words like sweet honey as he praised your handiwork. As he collected items for the charity, you decided to stay and help him for a while.

Soon enough, it was time to close the church doors, and it seemed as if Rhett could wait no longer. As the doors hid the two of you from the world, he whispered your name in desperation, cradling your face and neck in his large hands, tilting your head up.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, and a soft, needy noise escaped you at his close proximity, at his words and the way he held you so delicately between his hands.

“Please, Rhett,” you breathed out, daring to let trembling fingers clutch at his white button-up, hesitantly pulling him to you. “Oh, my sweet little dove,” he groaned before his lips came down on yours in a slow kiss, his lips moving against yours in a way that made you dizzy. His warm, wet tongue venturing into your willing mouth, slowly caressing your tongue, swallowing your soft gasps. 

You had never been kissed like this before - it was intoxicating, and sent heat coursing through your very veins, down to your core. Rhett’s hand had slipped into your hair at some point and the sensation of his strong hold on you had a foreign sound leaving you, a sound you only made on those nights when you had tried in vain to replicate the fire coursing through you now.

The sound of a heavy door slamming, had Rhett pulling away, smiling down at you as he stole one last quick kiss before promising he’d see you that Sunday. 

As Sunday came, you felt daring in opting for the white dress that was almost sheer in its thin fabric. It was usually paired with a white bra and top, and sometimes a cardigan. Today, you had foregone both bra and top, covering yourself with your usual cardigan to not raise suspicion with your mother.

To your great surprise, there was a knock on the door before noon, long before the sermon in church was over. Your mother opened the door to see Rhett, holding a bible in one hand and a soothing smile on his face as he explained he had picked out a lengthier passage today, and that his father would come by later. Your mother looked elated as she called for you, ushering you out the door with the preacher’s son. 

As you caught sight of Rhett, that familiar ache burned within you, his very innocent touch on your elbow enough to have you leaning closer to him. 

Today he led you further away, down the far end of the flowery meadow, where a couple of trees shielded the spot from direct view. 

“Rhett-” you had barely finished his name when his lips crashed down on yours in a frantic kiss, his hands squeezing at your waist. “I’m sorry, little lamb. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you,” he chuckled, gracing your cheek with the back of his hand. You smiled sweetly at him, leaning into his broad chest, letting yourself tuck your face into his warm neck as he held you.

“Rhett,” you tried again, biting your bottom lip as you wondered if this confession would have him fleeing “you… always make me feel funny inside,” you spoke hesitantly, feeling foolish for telling him. 

“Can you tell me how I make you feel, honey?” His voice was dark, and his grip on you had tightened slightly, his one hand guiding your chin from out of its hiding place. 

Licking your lips you looked into his stormy eyes “like my whole body is on fire… like, like I ache for you,” you furrowed your brows “I tried once, tried to… soothe it, but I- I didn’t know how, and it felt—“ you trailed off, embarrassed. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Rhett groaned, “you have no idea what you do to me, do you? Sweet little thing,” he murmured against your neck, where he started licking and kissing.

“I feel it now,” you confessed with a whine, and Rhett chuckled against your skin. “Mm, have I made you ache, little lamb?” He rumbled and you nodded “where does it ache, sweets?” He continued, his hands caressing your arms slowly. 

Licking your lips, you detached yourself from the warm comfort of Rhett’s embrace, slowly removing your cardigan to reveal your all but bare breasts through the sheer fabric of your dress. Not entirely knowing why, or how, your hands slowly inched up the length of your body, keeping eye contact with Rhett as your dainty hands palmed at your breasts, a soft moan escaping you.

“It aches here, Rhett,” you mewled, letting one hand run down the length of your stomach as you whispered “and here, too,” 

The growl that left the preacher's son was near animalistic, and his eyes burned with desire as you hitched your white dress up your thigh. 

“Teach me” you breathed out as your eyes fluttered closed, and Rhett’s tall frame embraced you, holding you against his hard form. His lips were all over you, kissing you, loving you. His larger palms soon replaced your smaller ones, massaging and palming at your breasts - his nimble fingers teasing your nipples in a way that had you crying out in the pleasure that coursed through you. You knew only he could soothe the ache, you’d known it must be so. 

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl,” Rhett groaned against you, mouthing at your exposed collarbones before he let his lips latch onto your hardened nipple over the fabric of your breast, suckling, licking and nipping softly at it, only making you louder, mewling and crying out his name.

“Fuck, baby,” he spoke gruffly before he held you in his arms and guided you down on the flowerbed. “Don’t know if I want to teach you how to soothe the ache, baby,” he confessed as he continued to let his tongue wet the fabric of your dress. “Want to be the only one who can make you feel like this, the only one you give yourself to,” he moaned, switching to the other nipple and massaging the other in his hand. 

His moans were getting whinier as your hands found his long locks, his suckling becoming more fervent, his hips grinding into your soft thigh. 

“I’ll teach you next time, sweet lamb,” he grunted, pushing your dress up to rest by your waist, your glistening bare cunt a stark contrast against the flowers that budded around your body. Rhett moaned again at the sight, letting his two fingers slowly glide between your slick lips, taking in the soft moans you let out for him.

“Fuck I need to taste you,” he moaned, letting his shoulders rest between your thighs, groaning at how easily you spread yourself out for him. “So good for me, such a good girl,” he hummed, and the words sent fire coursing through your veins as you leaned on your elbows to look down at him. At the stroke of his tongue against your heat, your head fell back, a loud cry ripping from your throat.

“Rhett, oh my god!” You gasped, feeling his tongue swirl around parts of yourself you didn’t know could feel that good. As his wet muscle circled your entrance, you keened softly, canting your hips instinctively to get more. More of him.

“Chasing my mouth now, hm, sweet lamb?” He hummed, chuckling darkly as he licked a broad stripe up your cunt “Want to ride my face, don’t you, filthy girl?” His eyes burned into yours and at his words you couldn’t help the obscene moan you let out. Your body was on fire, your thoughts were starting to turn hazy as Rhett’s tongue brought your first orgasm crashing over your body. 

“Fuck, you look like an angel,” Rhett groaned as he took in the sight of your slick coating your inner thighs, your pussy glistening in the sunlight, chest heaving and breasts fully visible as the wet fabric clung to them - nipples hard at the chill of the wind. 

A whimper left you as he did, his body not touching you momentarily to rid himself of his clothes. “Rhett” you whined, and instantly he was on you again, kissing you, your slick shining on his chin as you tasted your essence on him. 

“I need you,” you gasped, feeling something hard and hot between your legs. Looking down you saw that Rhett’s cock was achingly hard, his thick head red and leaking. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything more beautiful. A pitiful mewl left you, your hand grasping at the hair at his neck to force his mouth down on yours again, as Rhett started guiding his cock between your lips, circling your clit before catching slightly on your hole and repeating the motion.

“You need me to take care of you, sweetheart?” Rhett’s voice was strained, filled with lust and need. You nodded weakly “Please, Rhett,” you gasped, the sensations he brought you wholly heavenly to you. 

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, caressing your cheek as you keened at his praise, his swollen head now sinking into your wet heat. “Oh” you gasped, whining at the stretch of his cock entering you. 

“Doing so well, little lamb - taking my cock so well for me,” he soothed, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your lips as his forehead rested against yours. “It hurts… you’re so big,” you cried, and he was instantly soothing you with kisses, stilling with only half of his cock entered into you. 

“Want me to stop, honey?” He murmured as he kissed at your neck. “No, please,” you murmured back, humming in pleasure as he dragged the front of your dress down to latch his lips onto your bare nipple, suckling and kissing at it, making you moan in pleasure as he pressed further into you.

“Rhett, Rhett-“ you babbled, soft cries leaving you as his hips finally became flush with yours. Tears were clinging on to your lashes, and Rhett softly soothed you, kissing at your cheeks and praising you. 

“You’re so tight, feel so good wrapped around my cock… you were made to take me, baby, made just for me,” he moaned as he thrust slowly into you, the drag of his cock inside you enough to have your breath speeding up, wrapping your legs around Rhett’s hips to push him deeper.

You didn’t understand why Rhett let out the longest and loudest moan so far at that, but you wouldn’t complain. His skilled hands were soothing aches all over your body, one landing on your lower abdomen as his shallow thrusts made you feel like you were floating on the clouds.

Reaching for you, he pressed down where he could feel the head of his cock “you’re so full of me right now, darlin’” his voice was husky “can you feel me?” He continued and you could only nod as you mewled softly.

“I love being full of you,” you confessed, soft whines and whimpers leaving you as Rhett brought you closer and closer to heaven. “Want you in me always, never want you to leave” you mewled, gripping at his biceps as his pace picked up. 

Rhett groaned at those words, soft curse words leaving his lips as he fucked into your wet core. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, sweetheart, have me drippin’ out of your cunt all day,” he grunted, leaving a sloppy kiss on your lips as he hiked your thigh higher up on his hip. His name almost slipped past your lips in a needy moan again, but you almost felt like you wanted to call him more. Something forbidden. 

“R-Rhett” his name still stuttered on your lips, and he was smirking down at you, as if he knew you were a bad girl with impure thoughts. Perhaps you’d always been bad. As his fingers toyed with a spot above where you were connected, you ascended to the heavens with the help of him. His name along with unknown phrases coming out in quick succession as you felt warmth fill you as Rhett’s hips stuttered and he cried out your name in a strangled gasp. 

Still inside you, Rhett let his body come down on yours, resting his head between your exposed breasts, mouthing at them softly. His hands caressed your sides lovingly as he told you he was yours now. And you were his. You’d given yourself to him, and you didn’t mind. You never wanted to leave this meadow - never wanted Rhett to leave you. 

As the sun warmed your bodies, and you’d placed countless kisses to his bare shoulders, Rhett helped you dress, smiling at his slick already painting your inner thighs. Pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, he asked you;

“Can you get away again tonight?”

[sebsxphia]

Preacher!Rhett first encounter…he tells you how to touch yourself through the confessional booth.. and definitely peeks through the crack to watch you.

ptolemaea. | god knows i tried.

preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: you find yourself in a confessional booth with preacher rhett abbott as he guides you on the righteous path.

￫ word count: 2.8K.

￫ c/w: heavy and dark religious themes, dark themes, fingering (f!receiving), handjobs (m!receiving), mutual masturbation, masturbation (f!), edging, voyerism, corruption and innocence kink, daddy kink, cnc and inappropriate use of confessional booths.

￫ a/n: the first chapter to this series! although as some of you know, this has not been posted in chronological order. however if you’re reading in order, hello! thank you @canarysposts, @castiel-barnes and anon for letting me use your wonderful asks to fuel these sinful thots! and thank you again to @canarysposts for the incredible idea of ‘god knows i tried’ by ldr, which this fic is based off! this is part of ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ my main masterlist can be read here! 💌

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His hands were the first thing you noticed. You could run your eyes up and down the numerous veins that protruded on his hands and then ran naturally up to his large forearm. His fingers were slender, but his knuckles and fingertips looked worn, as if they had worked tirelessly day and night. You wondered for a split second if they would feel rough on your far softer skin.

Mentally you kicked yourself for letting your mind wonder to such a sinful place and you re-directed your attention to elsewhere on his tall frame. He had ditched the notion of traditional clothes and wore a plain, soft cotton t-shirt. The sleeves hugged around his biceps perfectly and if he moved in a particular way, you could see his torso under his arms stretch under the fabric.

The jeans, similar to his hands, were worn out. He still managed to uphold a presentable appearance, but right in between his thighs you could see the denim fading. It was as if something or someone, had rubbed away at it mercilessly.

His hair was always tucked perfectly behind his ears, but it was when he squatted down to greet one of the smaller children that attended your Church, that a strand fell out and licked against his forehead. That’s when you thought he looked most beautiful. A gift from God himself. He would be quick to tuck it back, again with those calloused hands of his. The hair that ran along his arms and hands matched the same on his head, although it was slightly lighter and sun kissed.

Before you could register it, said hands reached out to yours and took it as he made his way down the line.

“Father Abbott.” You acknowledged him quickly, as he now stood in front of you and shook your hand. He was gentler with you than the others and his touch lingered as he shook your hand.

“Oh, y’ know to call me Rhett. Y’ come here so often to help, I’d be hurt if we weren’t on a far more personal basis now.”

At Rhett’s words, you thought how could you be so foolish. He was right. Personal basis. Yes. We know each other on a personal basis.

Rhett leaned in closer to you to confess a secret that only the both of you were privy to, “Don’t tell the Youth Pastors who come ‘ere to help, but you’re my favorite.”

The closer proximity to Rhett made your breath hitch suddenly in your throat. You swallowed quick at his words to try and gather some salvia in your now parched throat.

You could smell his aftershave, thick with sandalwood, and notice all the little details on his face. At his confession, his face contorted into a smile you would only ever deem as sly. Small cuts and grazes that were fading in the crease of his eyes and above his lips as he smiled could be seen. There was stubble threatening to peak through along his jaw and you found yourself wondering again, what it would feel like on your soft flesh.

You kicked yourself again and replied sweetly, “thank you, Rhett. I’m honored to hear that.”

You mirrored his smile to show you were grateful, although it wasn’t as sly as Rhett wore. He stayed close in your presence for a handful more seconds and held your gaze, but to you it felt like hours. Rhett had this intoxicating way of drawing you in for prolonged periods of time, especially at his sermons.

Rhett parted his lips to speak and his tongue dipped out to wet his bottom lip. There was something on the tip of his tongue. Something he wanted to get out and ask you, but he pulled back completely as Rhett remembered he was in his Church and speaking to a flurry of civilians after his Sunday sermon.

“Thank you for coming today.”

“Thank you, Rhett. It was a lovely sermon.”

Was it on purpose that you added a flirtatious tone to his name? You weren’t sure. But did you notice how Rhett cocked his head and his teeth grazed over his bottom lip at his name being spoken by you?

You were never so sure of anything in your life.

For the next two hours, you spent it offering your help with the teas and coffees that were being handed out after. You insisted that you would finish everything up and as always, you were first in and last out. But more so you needed this time to scratch the itch that had creeped its way down your spine since Rhett shook your hand.

Everyone had gone home and the Church was empty. In a flurry, you ran to the bathrooms, slammed the cubicle door shut, hitched the skirt of your dress up and over your thighs and dipped your fingers into your underwear. You let out a moan that was mixed with relief as you finally grazed over your aching clit. In turn you let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you had been holding in for so long. And with that, came his name.

“F— Fuck, Rhett…”

Your fingers came to a sharp stop as you heard a creak from outside your cubicle, but you reminded yourself this Church was old. You heard it creak and groan many a times, and your clit was throbbing underneath your fingertips so you threw caution to the wind and continued with your movements, letting out more sweet whines and his name over and over, like a prayer.

“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett…”

It was Monday morning when you awoke, the day after you had let your deepest and most sinful thought possess your body and soul. You peeled back your lace crocheted curtains and looked out at the morning sunrise.

A pallet of reds, blues and yellows streaked over the sky. When they mixed together in the middle, it reminded you of the many drinks of tequila you had sometime ago in college. When you would put on Hotel California and dance around, alone in your dorm. It was insane to you that you didn’t realise how free you felt.

Getting out of Wabang was a blessing in disguise that you never truly appreciated until you had to come back home. It was an old wives tale that the kids of Wabang would leave and come back in five years time. You always told yourself that would never be you, but yet here you were. Waking up in your childhood bedroom with fading posters, a cross nailed to your wall that still had the wallpaper in perfect colour behind it, bedsheets that were scratchy and most importantly, returning back to your faith as instructed to by your Mother and Father.

It was a constant battle between yourself that left you tossing and turning most nights. Was what you were doing the right thing? Did you want to return back to your faith? You had shunned it for so long and you begrudgingly returned to please your parents, but now, you had a reason that felt far more personal to you.

“Preacher Abbott.”

“Please, Rhett.” Rhett corrected you through the wall of the confessional booth.

Since the morning, your mind hadn’t stopped racing with thoughts of your return home and your actions of yesterday in the bathroom cubicle, and so you came back to the place where you could feel some sense of control. When you were sat in the confessional booth, you couldn’t see anyone and figuratively speaking, nobody knew your name.

Rhett spoke up again with his voice hushed and contained within these Holy walls, “Tell me, what brings y’ here?”

You breathed in and let the air fill your lungs before you confessed. Your fingers twitched together and jabbed at the corners of your fingernails. It was to distract yourself from the sins that you were about to admit, to the man that had been at the forefront of your mind for weeks on end.

“I— I feel lost, Rhett. Comin’ back here after being away for s’ long—”

“College, wasn’t it?”

It made your heart thrum in your chest that Rhett remembered such a detail.

“Yes. I borrowed everythin’ I could from my parents to live that life. I cried ‘nd begged them on my hands and knees—”

You heard Rhett shift in his seat at your words.

“—not to make me come back. God knows, I was livin’ out there ‘nd God knows I died comin’ back here. I’ve got nothin’ much to live for here. God knows I’ve tried to make it work.”

You let out a small, yet defeated sigh after you had confessed. But Rhett didn’t buy it. He clicked his tongue in turn and pushed you for more.

“There must be somethin’, otherwise y’ would’ve left by now. Somethin’ is makin’ you stay.”

You heard Rhett pause and clear his throat on the other side.

“Perhaps, somethin’, sinful?”

You could feel the memory of yesterday punch through your gut and you stopped breathing altogether. You held your breath tightly in your throat and scrunched your hands together within the material of your sundress. Your heart was beating hard in your chest, so hard you felt like it could fall from your ribs.

The thought of Rhett hearing, let alone seeing you, in the bathroom cubicle made something in your stomach flip. It aroused you more than you cared to admit.

“You’re a sinful little one, aren’t you, my sweet Lamb.”

Rhett broke the heavy tension first with his voice an octave lower than before and his Southern drawl coming through.

“Y’ don’t have to say anythin’. Y’ don’t have to fear me. Let there be light and draw t’ me ‘nd into my arms. I can keep y’ safe, I can make you a blessed Daughter of Abbott.”

Your breathing came out in stuttered waves and your eyes fluttered shut at Rhett’s guiding words. For the first time since you’d come home, you had a clear pathway ahead of you. It was running straight into the garden of Eden, with Rhett there to keep you safe.

“Yes, Father.”

Those words slipped from your trembling lips naturally and you had never felt so sure in your life. You felt your life light up and you were bound eternally to the Holy man on the other side of the wall.

“This will prove y’ devotion to me, my sweet Lamb. Touch yourself for me.”

There was no hesitation in both Rhett’s instructions and in your reaction. You knew then and there whatever Preacher Abbott proposed was for the good of God and you would obey. Neither of you would ever waver.

You shuffled back against the hard wood wall, as far as you could to allow your leg to come up and prop against the seat. Instinctively, you angled yourself towards the wall that was separating you both and you spread your thighs. Even through the wooden pattern on the divider, you could see Rhett shift in his seat and his heavy shadow of his face cover all light. The only light you saw was the glint of his eyes through the cracks, watching you like a lamb at the slaughter.

Although your hand was shaking as it ran down the curve of your thigh, as soon as it dipped under your underwear and you pressed your fingertip to your clit, the shaking ceased and you let out a soft moan. You ran calculated circles around your clit before dipping it in between your folds to gather your arousal and spread it around the rest of your cunt. When you dipped down and felt how wet you were already, you let out another small moan.

“Good girl. Pull it back f’ me, I want to see.” He practically purred.

Your other hand reached down and pulled your damp underwear to the side to expose your weeping cunt completely to Rhett. You heard him let out a deep and guttural groan, followed by the clinking of metal and a ruffle of material on his side of the confessional booth.

“Are y’ wet enough?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Good. I want y’ to push two fingers in, as far as they’ll go.”

You nodded and slipped your middle and ring finger past your lips and deep into your cunt. You whined out in response to your own touch and it was louder this time. The feeling of your two fingers moving along your walls, angling upwards to push against your sweet spot was heavenly. Knowing you were performing this for the good of God and for your Preacher, only made you buck your hips upwards to chase your own fingers.

“Atta’ girl. Don’t forget y’ sweet clit, my Lamb.”

You choked out a, “yes” at Rhett’s instruction and managed to move a pad of your finger around it. Your fingers moved in and out of yourself in rhythmic movements and curled perfectly. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge with every swipe of your swollen clit and guiding instruction from Rhett on the other side of the wall. Every so often you picked up low grunts from him and the sound of skin slapping against one another.

Your chest was heaving and flushed red as a result. A string of continual moans left your lips. The ache was growing as you moved the pad of your finger in figures of eight over your clit, and in unison grazed over the sweet spot inside of you. You were going to spill over anytime soon.

“Father, Father, Father!” The plea was drawn from your hoarse throat. You were begging Rhett for something, but you didn’t quite know what yet.

You kept yourself teetering on the edge and awaiting his instruction for whatever he wanted to happen next. You were completely drawn to him and he had you like a puppet on strings.

Rhett was heavy in his own breathing and you heard him grunt the final words that you were waiting for.

“That’s it, good girl. Come f’ me, fuck— Come f’ me, m’love.”

At his final guidance, you swiped your finger twice more over your clit and it was all you needed to feel your orgasm wash over you in a warm glow. A sweet sounding moan tore from your throat and a name you had never uttered before.

“Shit, Daddy!”

Your hips bucked up into your own palm and your bore down onto the heel of your hand and rubbed your clit feverishly on your flesh as you rode out the feeling. Your eyebrows were knitted tightly together and your jaw was completely slack. As you hurtled through the euphoric feeling, you had closed your eyes to swim in it completely, but when you opened them again the heavy shadow of Rhett wasn’t next to you anymore.

Your head flicked to the right when the door to your side of the confessional booth was thrown open and Rhett stood in the doorway. The sight of his own cock heavy in his hands, red and aching, made you mewl in response and you turned your bare and slick cunt towards him.

In one stride, Rhett had crossed the threshold into the confessional booth with you. His hand was stretched upwards and planted firmly above you and caged you in completely. His other hand was jerking at his cock over your cunt and his eyes were fixated on the precious sight before him. Rhett’s jaw was set firm, with his own eyebrows mirroring yours and knitted tightly together in concentration. Strands of his hair had fallen to lick at his forehead that had a light sheen of sweat coating his flesh.

Rhett let out a deep groan as he fisted his aching cock twice more, “F— Fuck.”

At his strained words, his release fell onto your cunt and dripped down and into your underwear. He ran his hand up and over his length a couple more times to let the last of his hot cum fall from his tip.

Your breathing matched up with one another’s as you both came down from your own highs. Rhett released his braced hand from against the wall and brought it down to cradle at your flushed cheek. His face had relaxed completely as he bathed in his own afterglow. All he wore was a soft smile.

“Keep my spend in y’ underwear. It’s the seal from God to finalize you as a Daughter of Abbott.”

“Yes, Father.”

Rhett cocked his head and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, as if he was scolding a child.

“Sorry. Yes, Daddy.”

You corrected yourself instantly and shook your head in response to making such a foolish mistake.

“Better, my sweet Lamb.” Rhett ran his thumb over the baby hairs that lay on your cheek in soothing motions.

Finally, you could feel those calloused fingers on your soft flesh in ways you had only dreamed of. Your heart lurched at his touch and at his final words.

“You’re bound to me forever now.”

His words were sticky honey and you’d fallen right into his guiding embrace. A lost little lamb who had finally found their shepherd.

And this was only the beginning. You were about to travel far out West with your Preacher.

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[hangmanapologist]

Corrupt Preacher!Rhett x reader

warnings: corruption kink, age gap (Rhett is in his late 30s, reader is of age, early 20s), power dynamic, religious themes, mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), p in v penetration, loss of virginity

a/n: pic credit to @h0neyfire ! If any of these themes make you uncomfortable you should not read, this is not written for you and that’s okay. Also I will never be writing smut again I feel so awkward <3 also this is a fully consensual scenario. Also thank you to my love @sebsxphia who listened to me ramble endlessly

“Romans 13:13, Let us behave properly as in the day, not in carousing and drunkenness, not in sexual promiscuity and sensuality, not in strife and jealousy.”

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, toying with the hem of your nightdress as the words of the evening’s sermon rang through your ears. Drowning out the sound of the motel highway and your heart hammering in your chest.

Your fingers threatened to creep further under your nightie as you thought about the way he preached. The fire, the passion, the authority. He had every person who lined the pews in the palm of his hand and he knew it.

He knew he had you kneeling at his feet too. All he’d have to do was ask.

Rhett was a man of God. And you’d never say it out loud in case God could hear you, but he was the godliest man you knew. But he gave you feelings. Feeling you knew you shouldn’t be having about your preacher, never mind as an unwed woman.

You opened the door and padded across the carpet meekly. Kneeling at his feet, knees just brushing the patent leather of his dress shoes, you looked up at him, hands clasped together, eyes wide, as if you were searching for salvation. Salvation only your crooked preacher could give you.

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You had both talked about it before. You confessed your lustful thoughts, even though you were saving yourself for marriage; or so you planned. You found solace in Rhett’s arms, in the safety of the church. But that’s where you found yourself one too many times until it ended with you, legs spread on his desk saying your Hail Mary’s while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It felt dirty. But the kind of dirty that gave you butterflies as you thought about him during sermons. The way he would gesture with fire in his voice. His slightly greying hair would fall over his forehead. The same hair your fingers ended up tugging on as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and sucked on your clit until you didn’t have a voice left to pray with. It was your secret. You worried about the sin but he hushed you, he told you that “it’s not a sin if it’s a man of god, it’s a sign.” 

You sat up on your elbows watching him unbuckle his belt. “Will it hurt?” “Only for a little, but then it’ll feel so good, baby. You trust me don’t you? God would never steer us wrong.” You nodded as he slipped his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Like he was giving communion. His other hand freed him of his jeans and boxers as he kicked them across the room. You swallowed thickly when he removed his hand from your face and pumped his cock a few times. The tip red and already leaking, a smattering of light brown hair trailing down from his stomach, framing it almost.

“This wet already? And I haven’t even touched you yet” he smirked slipping his fingers in the waistband of your cotton panties, the fabric was clearly saturated and you felt your face flush red. “And have you been touching yourself like I showed you? Stretching yourself out for me?” You nodded meekly. “It… it doesn’t feel the same when I do it” “Don’t sulk, the Lord doesn’t like it when we’re ungrateful.”

You gasped as you felt his tip brush through your folds, teasing your hole before wetting your clit with his precum. “Please….” your voice broke as you begged him. What you were begging for was a sin. But you didn’t care. You wanted to give yourself to him wholly. Utterly devout beneath him.

You whimpered as you felt the stretch while he slid himself in, just the tip as first. “Rhett- it’s too- oh my godddd” your back arched as you left crescent marks on his bicep while he went deeper. “Just a little more and it won’t hurt. You’re doing so well. My sweet, sweet girl.”

Usually he’d scold you for taking the lords name in vain. But how could he when he was buried so deep in your tight pussy. The only man who ever has been. You were taking him like you were made for him.

“God took his sweet time on you lamb, made you just for me” he praised, stilling inside you as he pressed chaste kisses to your neck. The tenderness contrasting the roughness as he began snapping his hips. Your body was thrust up the pillow without warning, his body weight fully on top of you. You weren’t sure if you couldn’t breathe or just didn’t want to as the pain absolved into pleasure.

“Don’t you feel good baby? It feels good to give all of yourself to God” Rhett grunted lowly as his hips snapped into you in a sustained rhythm. The room smelled like cigarettes, whiskey and sex. It smelled like sin. The only sound that could possibly be heard was the sound of skin against skin as Rhett buried himself to the hilt over and ever. Your moans dissolving into each other’s mouth as his tongue ran over your bottom lip.

“Look at me” he gripped your face, fingers slightly digging into your cheeks so you couldn’t break eye contact. “Spit on your fingers. Show me how you touch yourself.” You could tell by his tone that it wasn’t a question. It was a demand. You tried to spit as ladylike as you could. It was a pathetic amount that earned nothing but a disapproving tut as his hand gripped your wrist and you felt him spit on your hand. “Show me. Show me, you deserve this.” Your hips jerked as you drew tight circles over your bundle of nerves. It provided you friction you didn’t even know you were craving. All while Rhett was pounding into you. “Atta girl.” He took your other hand in his and pressed it to the bottom of your stomach. Feeling the bulge of his cock inside you only made you rub yourself harder. The tight circles got sloppier as you started to give in to the pleasure washing over you, your legs tightening around him, pressing your heel into his back as you tried to get him deeper.

“I can’t- I’m gonna- Rhett please I need to cum. Can I cum?” “You know how to ask.” “Please Pastor Abbott, I’ve been a good girl. Let me cum for you?” Rhett imagined that’s what he’d hear at the pearly gates. Not that he was going there. But to hear you whine and beg was worth a lifetime of unabsolved sin. The grunt caught in his throat as he tried to regain composure. “Cum around my cock angel, show me how good it feels to serve me and the Lord.” His name fell from your lips repeatedly, like a sweet prayer. The same way it did when he had you spread on his desk, or in the confession booth, touching yourself. The thought was sending him over the edge and he found himself closer than he realised. “I’m gonna fill you up baby, gonna cum inside you and watch it drip out. Are you gonna be a good girl and take it? Show me what a good little wife you’d make.”

Rhett knew you were both playing fast and loose but neither of you cared. You definitely didn’t care when you felt him fill you up. His grunts turned to whines as you felt him pulse, giving you every last drop. Rhett knew from the blissed out look on your face that this may be the first but it wasn’t the last time you’d let him have you like this. He pressed his forehead to you as he slid out. Lips just brushing over yours.

He raised his head to meet the crucifix on the wall above the bed, his cum dripping out of you, “Lord, consider my affliction and my trouble, and forgive all my sins.”

[lewmagoo]

Imagine being on your knees for Preacher!Rhett and he just tilts up your chin mid blow job and just says "Look at you. You're God's perfect creation. He made you just for me."

“confess to me your sins and be cleansed,” he lulls, while you’re suckling on the pretty pink tip of his achingly hard cock. you pull back, kissing and licking down the shaft. “i’ve thought of you in sinful ways. thought of your cock down my throat, like this.” you take him back into your mouth, until he’s touching the back of your throat. he growls at the feeling of you swallowing around him before you pull back, a string of saliva attaching you to him. “thought of you rubbing all over my face, like this.” you take his cock, still wet from your spit and his precum, and rub it all over your pretty face. the sight nearly makes him come right then and there. “open your mouth. let me cleanse you,” he instructs, voice wrecked. and you do. you stick your tongue out and happily take the spill of cum that lands on your tongue, swallowing it down like it’s the sweetest treat you’ve ever tasted. “there’s my good little lamb,” he breathlessly praises.

[beachbabey]

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

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

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

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

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

pspspspsps @sebsxphia @hangmanapologist

[sarahsmi13s]

I have to get this out there

Preacher!Rhett cums on your face and calls it ‘baptism’

That’s all

You can thank @sebsxphia (or blame them or both)

[withahappyrefrain]

Summary: When your pastor wishes to practice fulfilling his God-given responsibilities, you're more than happy to oblige.

Warning: Strong breeding kink. Language, preacher!Rhett, female reader, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), creampies. I'd like to give my NSA agent a formal apology.

The praise got old after a while, the words all the same. He smiled and nodded as he made his way towards the back of the church, past the throngs of people. Their compliments washed over him. He had heard them all before. 

Beautiful sermon. So lovely. What a fresh take. What a way to take it back to tradition. 

He used to cling to every comment when he first began as the church's preacher. Hung to their every word. 

But now he had something more important. Something better than the congregation's words. Something that he believed rivaled heaven. 

You.

As he walked down the hallway of his church, the voices of adults faded away and were replaced with that of young children. 

Some say it was a miracle how quickly you had been able to grow the children’s ministry. Rhett knew it was because once you set your mind to something, you were determined to get it done. 

Like how you were determined to start a new life. Determined to put your past behind you. Determined to spend more time with him. 

Not that Rhett minded. He had already been thinking of ways he could get you involved, get to know you better, get to spend more time with you. He saw your potential, ever since he first met you at that church picnic. 

You were much like him. A good soul that had been led astray by wayward circumstances, desperately trying to get back to salvation. 

Which was why Rhett did everything he could to make you feel welcomed, to find a place for you. 

The clergy had been talking for years about expanding the Children's Ministry; expanding beyond a nursery, turning it into a place where all children could learn the valuable words of the Lord, where families could become a part of a welcoming community. 

Then you came along. It didn't strike Rhett as odd that you were working at the local diner, despite having gone to school for teaching. It wasn't his place to judge, after all, everyone had their reasons. 

Just like he had his for leaving Wabang. 

Rhett was convinced. Convinced that you were the answers to his prayers. That God had led you to him. 

You were much like him. You wanted to do good, to repent for your past sins. 

When he offered his help, you accepted graciously. After all, the program had to be blessed by the lead pastor. 

And soon, you were blessed by Rhett. In his office, bent over his desk. Over the front pew, right before his sermon. In his home, as he sat in his leather chair, while you were on your knees. In your home, your back against the bed while Rhett's mouth whispered words of praise against your cunt.

Reverend Abbott had many blessings to bestow onto you. 

But the biggest blessing Rhett wanted to give you- his last name- had to wait. As a preacher, he could get married. However, that didn't stop him from having to navigate the bullshit of church politics. That people felt strongly over who should be the wife of their preacher; after all, she would become the face of the church. 

You were willing to work your way up. Not that gaining the good graces of the congregation was hard. Everyone loved how you had dedicated yourself to creating the Sunday School program, how you took the time to get to know families, earning their trust when it came to looking after their children. 

Normally you would be leading the Sunday school session for the early school age children. But today you were in the nursery. A new couple was hesitant about leaving their first child alone, so to soothe their nerves you promised to be in the room.  

Rhett beamed with pride when he saw how relaxed the couple was after hearing you'd be there. Though his mood had dampened when he realized the only way he could show it in public was a simple squeeze of your shoulder. 

He wouldn’t have to do that much longer. Rhett had started receiving knowing glances when you were mentioned. Folks had begun coming up to him, telling him how good you had been for the church. 

The ball was rolling. Soon Rhett wouldn't have to sneak around and instead could kiss you whenever he wanted, instead of behind closed doors. 

Rhett was incredibly thankful, as the sight in front of him nearly brought him to his knees. 

Through the door window, he saw you in the nursery, wearing the same yellow gingham dress you wore to the church picnic where he first met you. In your arms was a baby you were rocking back and forth. 

You looked like a natural, like it was what you were always meant to do. You confided in Rhett that you did enjoy the times you got to go to the nursery, to spend time with the youngest. 

Rhett could see your mouth moving, a bright smile on your face as you spoke to the infant. You gently placed them in the nearby crib, rocking it to ensure the infant fell asleep. 

He watched as a toddler waddled up to you, pulling on the long skirt of your dress. You didn't mind, picking up the little tyke and resting him on your hip. 

Rhett gripped the door knob, trying to ground himself while all the blood in his body went straight to his cock. He tried to think of holy things, he really did. 

But the thought of you surrounded by children-his children, with your stomach round and full with his baby, refused to leave his mind. 

Perhaps it was a sign from God that he needed to explore. 

First, he needed to get you out of here and into a room alone with him. 

"Miss Fabre?" You had gotten better about responding to your 'name'. Soon you would have a new last name- Rhett's. One that was actually yours, one that would represent new beginnings.

It's what you deserved, after all your hardships. Rhett wasn't sure why someone like you had been given so many challenges. You didn't deserve to have to look over your shoulder, worried a remnant of the life you tried so hard to escape would show up. You still did, despite watching Rhett ensure your ghosts were laid to rest. 

You looked up, a sweet smile overtaking your face at the sight of him. 

He swore his knees nearly went weak. 

"How's our newest member of the congregation?" Rhett motioned to the crib you were nearby. 

"She's doing well!" You put the little toddler down, who was more than happy to scurry off and investigate the painting activity. 

"She was a little fussy at first, but settled right in." Rhett joined you by the crib, admiring how you looked down at the little one with such bright eyes and a smile nothing short of radiant. 

"That's because she had you," His voice was low in your ear. A shiver went down your spine when you felt his large hand squeeze your shoulder. 

"You're a natural at this, y'know that?" You could only nod, too busy focusing on the butterflies in your stomach. 

"Think one day you'll want your own?" Your head turned to find Rhett's blue eyes focused on the baby in the crib. 

"I do," you paused, your hand moving closer to Rhett's, "with the right person." 

Rhett's breath hitched upon feeling your pinky gently run along his hand. Your touch grounded him. To Rhett, it was his salvation. 

And he wanted to show that to you. 

"May I speak to you? Privately." 

You would do anything the owner of that deep voice asked. 

You nodded, following him out the door. As soon as you two were out of sight, his hand engulfed yours, leading you through the hallways of the church. 

"You leading me through a maze?" You giggled. Normally your laugh was music to Rhett's ears, a sound better than the choir. 

But there were more pressing matters at hand. 

As soon as the door to his office opened, Rhett's lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his hands now on your shoulders, walking you backwards. 

The click of the door closing is now distant. Did he even close it all the way? Your head was clouded due to his addictive scent; rosemary that always lingered on him. 

His stubble is now brushing against the soft skin of your neck as his teeth nip down to your collarbone. Rhett's hands felt heavenly, squeezing your breasts through the soft fabric of your dress.

"Need my angel," he muttered against your skin, teeth nipping at the soft flush. 

You found yourself on his desk, legs spread wide enough for Rhett to get down on his knees, ready to worship at his favorite altar. 

The soft fabric of your dress is pushed upwards to your hips, exposing your clothed cunt. 

Rhett made quick work of removing the cotton fabric, stuffing it in his back pocket for later. 

A gasp fell from your lips upon feeling his stubble against your thighs, his teeth sinking into your soft flesh. 

"Rhett, some-fuck! Someone could walk i-in," you tried to get his attention by tugging on his dark blonde locks. The action only spurred him on, his tongue desperately lapping at your core. 

"Good, let'em see who you belong to." 

Everyday he was getting bolder. What had started out as small smiles and quick taps on the shoulder had turned into lingering touches and whispers in your ear, beyond what was appropriate for two colleagues, for two friends. 

Your teeth sunk into your fist, trying to contain your whimpers. As much as you loathed having to sneak around, it was for a good reason; you two were so close to being in the clear, to finally reaching the path God had intended for you two all along, despite the numerous obstacles thrown your way. 

And yet, you can't find it in yourself to push him away. Your body melts into him, relishing in his touch. 

Rhett easily works two fingers inside of you, thankful that he had you earlier this morning, hours before his first sermon. 

He knew greed was a sin. But was it greedy when he just wanted to fulfill his duty? 

"Such a good girl, always ready f'me." 

His words caused you to whimper, your hips bucking up towards his face. Rhett let out a chuckle, sending vibrations throughout your body as he looked up to see your withering form. 

Rhett thought it was better than any other icon he had ever seen. Your parted lips, half closed eyes, the small gasps that fell from your mouth. 

"You want it? Wanna be full of me?" 

"Always wanna be full of you." 

His cock twitched at your words, grunts falling from his lips as his hands fumbled to remove his belt. He pulled his pants and boxers down far enough to free his hard cock. 

Your arms extend out, finding his hair as his lips devour yours, swallowing your moans as he eases into you. 

Rhett can feel your hips squirm as you adjust to the sheer size of him. You bury your head into his neck, trying to muffle your gasps as he bottoms out. 

"S'fucking tight."

For a man of God, his mouth was sinful. 

He quickly set a fast pace, knowing how short he was on time. You buried your face into his neck, practically clinging onto him for dear life. 

"Want me to fill ya up angel?" You could only whimper in response, causing him to chuckle, "Course ya do. S'good f'me. Gonna be the perfect lil' wife f'me." 

Your walls clenched at his words. It wasn't the first time you two had spoken about this particular subject. But usually it was done with bashful smiles and Rhett's cheeks turning red as a tomato. 

This? This was bold. 

You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it. If you hadn’t thought about taking the next steps with him. Haven’t thought about moving in with him, living on his ranch with a little one running around. 

"Ya like the sound of that? Gonna keep you full of me. Every day 'till it takes." 

His cock began brushing against the spot that made you see stars. Your lips pressed against his forehead, his mouth moving down your collarbone to the tops of your breasts. 

"Gonna look s'good, full of me," he pulled the fabric down before sinking his teeth into your skin. Rhett knew that you could easily cover the bite marks. In fact, he loved it. Loved knowing underneath that fabric were physical reminders of his devotion towards you. That you would be able to feel it, you would know it was there as folks tried to talk to you. 

That you were his. 

Those very thoughts sent your head reeling, pleasure surging throughout your body. Any concern about the door, someone walking by, the Millers' baby, were gone. All you could focus on was the way his cock made you feel so full. 

“Fuck, can’t wait until these get full. Ya gonna look so pretty angel, carryin’ our baby.” His tongue lapped at the fresh bite mark on your breasts. The action did little to soothe you, adding to the ache between your legs. 

Two fingers tapped at your bottom lip. You opened, moaning around his long digits. Soon, there would be a wedding band around one of them. Soon you two wouldn't have to go to restaurants in the next town over. Soon you would be able to hold his hand in public. 

Soon you two would have the life you always deserved, the life you both made so many sacrifices for, committed sins for. 

Rhett always said that sometimes God put good people in bad circumstances. And that in those cases, the Lord understood you had to do what was necessary to get out. 

You still doubt whether you were good. But with Rhett, you knew you could be. 

His fingers left your mouth, moving to just above where your bodies connected. 

"Gonna have ya sit in the front row. So everyone can see who you belong to. See who fucked a baby into ya." 

Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Even with his button up, you knew there would be faint crescent-shaped marks. Not that Rhett minded. He liked the physical reminders of your devotion just as much as you, if not more. 

His hips rocked into yours. That, combined with the circles he was drawing on your clit, led to your undoing. His other hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans. You should at least try to be quiet, given the circumstances. 

But that was near impossible with how his thick cock was dragging in and out of your wet cunt, prolonging your pleasure. He always made you feel so good, so full. 

"Rhett," his name weakly fell from your lips, barely audible over the obscene sound of his cock fucking your wetness back into you. 

"Whatcha need angel?" He grunted. Rhett liked to consider himself a good listener. Many had told him it was one of his strengths as a preacher. But it was so hard to focus on anything other than you. 

"Need….need y'to fill me up," your words were slurred, as if you were drunk off his cock. 

Wouldn't be the first time. 

His hands gripped the back of your thighs, bringing your legs up to his hips. The new angle allowed him to fuck you even deeper. 

"That's what ya want? Want me to fill ya up? Make ya mine?" 

"W-want it s'bad Rhett." His words made your walls clench, head spinning in a sickly sweet pleasure, "Wanna have your baby." 

None of the words that fell from his mouth could be found in the Bible. 

The oversensitivity combined with how deep he was fucking you caused you to teether back and forth from pleasure to pain. A near animalistic need was overtaking your body, the only thing you could focus on was the sensation of him coming deep inside of you. 

"Want me to keep going, don't ya? So deep inside ya, I bet ya want it to take." It made your head reel that this was the same man who an hour earlier, was speaking to a congregation about loving thy neighbor. 

His different layers were what caused you to fall in love with Rhett. The same man who was grunting words of pure filth was the same man who planned to make you dinner. It was the same man who personally saw to it that your demons were laid to rest, unable to haunt you ever again. 

The same man who was now pressing his lips gently to your forehead as he pulled out. 

"I'll feel ya up real good tonight angel, promise. But folks are probably wondering where we are." You nodded, though your body remained wrapped up in his. 

"You know, they're still gonna wonder where we are, even after they learn about us." 

Rhett simply smiled as he stuffed your panties into his back pocket. 

"Yeah, but they'll know better than to say anything about it." 

One of your eyebrows quirked upwards, "Perks of being a man of God?" 

His lips pressed against yours for a quick peck, "You'll get those perks too angel. Soon." 

It couldn't come soon enough.

[rhettabbotts]

pornstar rhett scratches the nastiest filthiest part of my brain so feel free to ignore this if you’re not into it

he loves cumplay (duh) but loves getting creative with it. one of your favorite drinks this summer is Rhett’s extra special vanilla milkshake (for the sweet and salty girlies 😜)

THE NOISE THAT JUST LEFT MY MOUTH OMFG

okay but no you're so so right oml. it's a hot day in the city, nearly record breaking. and your a/c is out. and rhett just so happened to be off that day. so he's spending it at your apartment, lounging around in his tighty whities, hairy chest and legs on full display.

"it's hottttt," you whined, throwing yourself onto the lounge chair you had sitting next to the window, trying desperately to cool down as the box fan made your skin sticky.

"you could just get naked. that'll cool you down," rhett teased, reading glasses perched low on his nose as he completed the new york times crossword.

"you just wanna see my tits. pervert. let's go get a milkshake."

"there's not a single ice cream shop that isn't crawling with a parade of people. and i'm not melting my feet for an ice cream. i'll make you one. i'll make it extra special for you."

you could tell by the look on his face that he had something planned. something sick and twisted and it sparked embers in your stomach.

and that's how you ended up on your knees with rhett's warm release mixing with the chill of the vanilla ice cream in your mouth.

"swallow. be a good girl for daddy and drink your milkshake. isn't it good?"

[nobody7102]

The Thing About Sunday: Part 2

Pairing: Preacher!Rhett Abbott x Tillerson!Reader

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

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

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

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Part 1. Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saltines

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

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

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

Nodding her head she continued “And Ma?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Closes At 8

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tagging: @sebsxphia @hangmanapologist @rhettabbotts @auroralightsthesky

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Preacher Bob Floyd

clandestine meetings, sneaking around, catching eyes across the room. road trips, long walks, sitting by the river. hands in his hair, tracing patterns on his skin, fingers intertwined in secret.

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I have a strange fascination with forbidden relationships - I always have, for some reason. anyways, this moodboard is very preachers daughter coded, just without the cannibalism x

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[daughterofthereaper02]

You’re asleep sooooo…

(I grew up baptist our preachers can get married)

Rhett being a (not catholic) preacher with a BREEDING KINK THAT HE CAN ACTUALLY ACT ON

theres def still some premarital foolin around but once y’all do get married and start trying for little ones OHHHHH BOY

And maybe he’s giving his first sermon at a new church and you’re sitting in the front row with pride in your eyes and his cum in your cunt 🤭🤭🤭

I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but let's discuss!

Now, you know I struggle with understanding it cause I was raised catholic but I'm learning!!!

You both had been fooling around for a very long time before marriage. You couldn't keep your hands off each other! And you planned to get married anyway so it didn't matter to you both, you made it through good, bad, and worse together. Rhett always said God kept you both together.

So, it's first sermon and your husband was petrified beforehand.

"Rhett, my love?"

"Yeah little lamb?"

"Fuck me over the pew before everyone is supposed to be here. Get it all out,"

And he does. He has you bent over, cock so far in you your belly has his cock sticking out. And after? It's so full of cum that you could look pregnant. But don't worry, you don't have to keep those panties. They're his good luck charm.

And everyone adored the Abbotts after that sermon. All oblivious that Rhett fucked you in the church all the time, getting you pregnant multiple times there.

[bradshawsbitch]

ALSO ALSO Preacher Rhett's breeding kink just fucking GOES INTO HYPER MODE everytime he sees you interact with children. All it takes is seeing you oooh and ahhhh over a child's drawing and he is dragging you into the nearest closet and hiking up your dress

LISTENNNN YESSSS

"Drivin' me insane here, sweet girl... fuck, gonna be such a beautiful momma... you want me to make you a momma sweet girl? Fuck you so full of me everyone will see it? Fuck that belly full of me?" ugh I just know he's like turned on by the thought of everyone knowing your belly is swollen and round because you're filled with him and him alone 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[sebsxphia]

preacher!rhett would fuck you with a cross and call it the hand of god

ptolemaea. | these crosses all over my body.

preacher!rhett abbott x reader.

￫ description: preacher rhett offers you the hand of god to calm your woes.

￫ word count: 611.

￫ c/w: very dark religious themes, dark themes, daddy kink, fingering (f!receiving), inappropriate use of the cross, what you read in the ask is what it’s going to be.

￫ a/n: i cannot stress this enough, what you read in the ask is what it’s going to be. this has some seriously dark religious themes. thank you so much for this incredible idea my dear anon! this is part of ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ my main masterlist can be read here! 💌

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Rhett knew you were still deliberating with the consequences of your recent actions. You were still a devoted child of God after all, and as you lay in the throws of Motel bed sheets and gave yourself to Rhett, you were serving the Lord through him as Rhett was a man of God.

Therefore, he was able to assist you in your ill woes that had you tossing and turning in the night. The Motel bed sheets were scratchy, but nothing like the scratch of guilt that ran down your spine and boiled in your stomach. It was a vile bile that could only be fixed by the hand of God himself.

“Lay down, pull your dress up and relax for me, my sweet lamb.”

You swallowed thickly and gave him a curt nod. The mattress dipped down as you lay back. Your fingertips ran up and over your thighs to fiddle with the hem of your fraying dress and hike it over your spread thighs.

“No underwear? Good girl. You’re learnin’.”

His words made your cheeks flare up out of sheer embarrassment that he was looking at your bare cunt. Rhett had told you not to wear underwear as you may need to serve the lord at anytime.

You felt the mattress dip again and watched as he came to kneel with one leg on the bed and his other foot planted firmly on the sticky floor. Your body jolted alive when you felt Rhett’s nimble fingers brush over your clit and sweep through your folds.

Your cheeks still burned a rosy red, still out of shame for how aroused he could make you as he was towering over you and touching your cunt with the lightest of touches. You scrunched your eyes shut to avoid the heavy and hungry gaze of Rhett, but it was futile.

“Eyes open, my little lamb. Don’t shut me, or the Lord out.”

You let out a small whine when Rhett’s fingers left your pussy but you quickly followed with a harsh gasp as you felt something hard, yet softly curved around the edges, dip in between your folds.

You watched his face with wide eyes as your mind raced to map the shape of the object. His gaze was focused entirely on your cunt and a flash of a Devil’s grin was twitching at the corner of his lips.

“And besides, I want to watch you, as y’ accept the hand of God.”

“Is— Rhett, is it—”

Your hands went flat against the Motel bed sheets before you scrunched them up and into your palms as tightly as you could grasp. Only now could you feel the shape of the object as he worked it deeper into your wet cunt.

When you both escaped to see the West, there wasn’t much time to pack and Rhett only brought the essentials along with him. A few changes of clothes, a Bible and a small cross.

“Yes, my sweet lamb. The hand of God.”

His voice was smooth and like you always had, you trusted in his words and actions. You believed what he was doing was best for you, and so you lay there as a blessed daughter of Abbott, and took the cross.

“Oh, sweet, Preacher Abbott. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Your string of praises came out babbled as every so often, Rhett would move the cross to hit the sweet spot deep inside of you. In turn, you would buck your hips ever so slightly and let out debauched moans.

“It may feel good, my little lamb, ‘nd that’s okay. If y’ want t’ come, you ask me, as always.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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[hangmanapologist]

Oh guys oh guys oh guyssssss I am in my bad man preacher Rhett feels now

[lewmagoo]

I read the Rhett breeding kink ask before bed last night and had a dream that preacher!Rhett got me pregnant and I can't stop thinking about it

"the lord has seen fit to bless our union," he speaks as his large hand rests against your abdomen. you've only just revealed to him that you're carrying his babe inside you. "blessed art thou among women. you'll carry out your duty of bearing my child, just like you were always meant to."

[beachbabey]

started listening to my rhett playlist and blacked out and now im writing preacher!rhett smut