#t is for tillerson

[mostlyinthemorning]

OMG. It's a real thing, it doesn't drop until tomorrow but it's on Noah's official youtube channel.

[saraminia]

So here's my first reaction after a couple listens through T is for Tillerson (under the cut so you can go in without preconceived notions when you listen to it):

Okay so..... mixed feelings..... I think I see the vision with this little side project... The production is very mid to late 1980s. The whole vibe and the visual look of the T is for Tillerson cover suits this theme. This is a distinctly soundtrack ep. These songs work best as background music. I can't say that I agree with the arrangements of these songs, if one can agree with an arrangement. This feels also distinctly Billy Tillerson. Which is very different from Noah Reid. You'll do best going in without expecting to hear Noah Reid covers of these songs. Because I feel like Noah Reid version of these songs would sound very different. I must admit, as beautiful as Noah's voice is, it starts grating a little bit to listen to several songs in a row sung in this pretty thin higher register into falsetto. Maybe that's why I think the song that works best out of these five is Every Rose Has Its Thorn. It is sung in a lower register than the others and is closer to a good old fashioned country song. The Kiss sounds closer to a song from a musical. Its performance is emotive and theatrical. Dreams is very much stripped down into a ballad with a very 80s production with the echoes and winding electric guitar. In my opinion it's stripped down so much it's almost unrecognizable. To be frank it's stripped down from everything I love about this song. It feels kind of powerless and anemic. Save The Best For Last is another very 80s synth ballad. It actually sounds pretty fun and nostalgic. But again, he sings it in a higher register and I'm not sure I'm into that choice. Calling Al Angels is just yawn inducing but gotta love the 80s fade to black ending. Very fitting with the theme. Also gotta love the typo in the title. Oh Billy.

So my reaction is just...huh. Okay. Interesting. This ep won't come into heavy rotation for me. Apart from maybe Every Rose Has Its Thorn. Basically I feel like this is an EP by some local small time artist, you could find on sale at some road side gas station in the US in the 1980s. And I suspect that that vibe might even have been very much intentional.

But don't take my word for it! Go listen and give your reactions and tag me so I can see them! I'm so interested to see how y'all will react to this EP.

[mydaddywiki]

Rex Tillerson

Physique: Average Build Height: 5’ 10" (1.80 m)

Rex Wayne Tillerson (born March 23, 1952) is an American energy executive who served as the 69th United States secretary of state from 2017 to 2018 in the administration of Donald Trump. From 2006 to 2016, he was chairman and chief executive officer (CEO) of ExxonMobil.

Say what you want about Donald Trump, he sure knows how to pick good looking men. A good ol’ boy from Texas, T-Rex seems like a guy who as long as he gets his, he doesn't care who he bust his nut with. Well, he would probably disagree, but if a story comes out that he had hot sex with twinks in the past. I'd not be surprised. Plus, he's rich bitch! I'm not saying that's a reason to date him. Just a nice side benefit.

Tillerson has been married twice with twin sons from his previous marriage and one son with his current wife. A Boy Scout who worked his way up to the CEO of ExxonMobil and later became president of the Boy Scouts of America. Mr. Tillerson was all set for retirement when President Trump tapped him up to be the most fuckable member of his administration Well… maybe him and Sonny Perdue.

[delopsia]

I'm sending this ask because I want something spicy with Jordan. I'm sending it because I want something gooey. Do your worst.

I can't believe Wayne Tillerson is in my inbox 🧍‍♂️ you got it, boss. Please don't sue me for my west pasture.

✨Finger fucking Jordan in front of that tiny little mirror ✨

You knew what he was doing when you heard his beloved Pop Hits playlist start blaring from the bedroom, so loud that you could hear it from the other side of the house. He's celebrating something, that much you know for sure, but he's entirely forgotten to tell you what that is, too busy giggling and begging for you to get up and dance with him.

His clothes just keep falling off. First, his jacket, then one of his socks, there goes his belt, his t-shirt, his pants, until he's in nothing but those tiny black briefs. Just bold enough to strip like you're paying him to do it but too shy to shed that final layer.

And that's half of the reason why you're sitting on the bed and watching, not quite ready to tear your eyes away from the sight that is Jordan when he's wrapped up in the moment. He's all over the place, in front of the mirror, lifting weights, twisting through the motions of a self-defense move he learned online, whining about how he just cut his knee on the corner of the dresser.

The Neosporin is hiding in the drawer of the bedside table, the short one that requires him to bend down to open, ass in the air as he sifts through it. And he just starts tossing things onto the bed. A handkerchief, a bottle of melatonin, a broken necklace, the lube.

You get the idea when he's standing in front of the mirror again, tracing over the veins in his bicep.

"Oh, so you come to life when something from this decade is playing?" He chirps, following you through the mirror.

Your lips find the back of his neck, hands wandering across his bony hips. "Do you have a problem with that?"

He doesn't. He wouldn't have put this song in the playlist if he didn't like it. But that doesn't seem to be an argument that he's interested in holding. Not when his eyes land on the distorted image of the lube in your hand.

His lashes flutter. "Oh."

It's easy, curling your fingers beneath the band of his underwear, pulling until they drop down his pale legs, joining the array of clothes scattered across the floor. His cock bounces, heavy, smacking against his thigh, begging for attention that it's not going to get.

Your hands smooth up the insides of his thighs, stalling, if only to hear him huff and press his hips back into you. Impatient. Always is. And you can't seem to stop yourself from enabling him, reaching to pour the lube onto your fingers, muscle memory guiding your hand between his legs.

He gasps, jerking like a live wire.

The lube is too cold, you know that, but you're as bad as he is, impatiently pressing a finger into him. And oh, he's so squirmy. Wriggling back and forth as you begin to pump that lone finger into him, grumbling when you don't immediately give him a second and a third.

"More," he's blurting, "give me more."

He'll complain about being sore later, but if he says so.

The third finger is what sets him off, thighs shivering, his back slamming into your chest as he all but falls backward, can't keep himself upright as you fuck him on your fingers, dragging against the swell of his prostate with every stroke. The music is still going, but you can't hear it over the sound of him babbling your name, throwing his head back, crying out in this pitchy tone that makes your head spin.

You don't know when or how you wind up on the floor, but he's got his back against your chest, head resting on your shoulder, settled between your parted legs.

"Keep looking in the mirror," you tell him, and he whines like it's the worst thing you've ever made him do, but he still does it. Lifts his head to look at his reflection, the obscenity of your wet fingers pumping into his cute little hole, weeping, neglected cock twitching against his belly.

His cheeks flush red, ears so hot that you can feel the burn when you nibble on the shell of one.

Your free hand wraps around his cock, delicately squeezing the base of him, dragging upward in one long, smooth stroke. And that's all he needs. Cumming all over your hand with a wail, muscles flexing, jerking as his orgasm washes through him in waves.

But you can't pull your fingers out of him right away. No, he gets fussy when you do that, always prefers it when you slowly work him down from his high. Delicate little motions, careful to avoid his prostate, those soft blue eyes of his gazing up at you, content as can be.

He'll gripe about feeling sore before you've even gotten out of bed in the morning, but that doesn't stop him from digging your strap out of the drawer and riding you until he's confident that he's made it worse.

Spoiled. Downright spoiled.

[sweetlittlegingy]

Deep In Her Heart, The Thunder Rolls

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♤ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Y/n "Tilly" Tillerson

♤ Word Count: 2.2 K

♤ Warnings: Fluff, Cuddly!Rhett, Horny!thots, Angst..

♤ A/n: It's just a blurb, a bit of setup for part 3...

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To say that Rhett Abbott was sweet on you, was the understatement of the century. You left Wabang for college a year and a half ago, and though you “broke up,” the two of you remained faithful to one another.

I wasn’t that you had promised each other that you wouldn’t have sex with anyone else. No, you just could never find anyone that seemed better than Rhett. You were still in love with the man, and the fact that he came up to Bozeman at least once every 6 months, kept you more than satisfied.

The both of you had decided to keep your situation on a need-to-know bases, as in no one else needed to know. It wasn’t out of embarrassment, no it was more the fact that you were just both very private people, especially when it came to each other. Rhett had come up with an array of excuses to tell his family about why he was constantly going to Bosman.

From circuit business, to needing a new Stetson, to events, nothing was off the table when it came to seeing you. You thankfully had your own dorm room, meaning that no matter when Rhett showed up, he always had a place to stay. His appearances became so regular, that the dorm building security guard had come to know Rhett by name and would hold a conversation every time he visited.

Most of the time, Rhett’s visits ended with the two of you locked in your room for the whole weekend. Only ever coming out when you’d ordered food, or to go on the occasional date night. It wasn’t that you were to sex-crazed individuals, which you were, but the deep need that you both had to just be in each other’s presence was overwhelming.

You and Rhett were like a part of each other’s souls, as if at one point you’d been so deeply intertwined, that when you parted it was as if you could barely breathe. You had etched your mark on each other’s souls, and there would be no removing it.

…

Rhett was coming up for the weekend, and while you hadn’t seen him in two months, you talked every day. You had been working through your assignments, wanting to have everything finished and turned in before he showed up. The massive write-up for econ, had been time-consuming. The actual writing of the paper had been easy enough, though the hours you spent researching the economic downfall in the 1930s had been studious and mind-numbing.

You loved school, really, but between the tutoring and honor society, you were more than ready for a chill, relaxing weekend with Rhett.

Clicking submit on the paper, you glance at your phone, and two unread messages flash across the screen. One from Rhett stating that he was just pulling into the dorm parking, and the other from Daniel, a guy that you’d been “helping” in classes.

Hey T, did you finish up that chemistry assignment? It's due Sunday.

Alright, so maybe you weren’t just helping, but Daniel was a busy guy and paid you well for the work you did.

Yeah, I emailed it to you this morning, but my venmo isn’t working. I need cash.

You type out the message and hit send, throwing your phone back onto your bed as a knock sounds at your door. You're up and moving without a second thought for the outfit you're wearing, the booty shorts barely peeking out from under one of Rhett’s oversized hoodies. Your hair in a clear mess atop your head, barely being held up by the claw clip.

You pull open the door swiftly, only to find Rhett talking with your neighbor, the bitch. Every time Rhett was over, she made goo-goo eyes at him. Clearly trying to get in his pants, you’d think she would have gotten the message after hearing you scream Rhett’s name during every visit.

Rhett turns to you when you open the door, though your eyes are focused on Danica. Your hand grasps at the shirt Rhett is wearing, and tug him harshly into the room. Your eyes never leave Danica as she glares at you, a fake smile plastered on your lips before you rudely slam the door in her face.

“Tilly, that wasn’t very nice.” The teasing, yet cocky tone in his voice has you rolling your eyes.

“I don’t like sharing, Abbott.” Your voice clipped and harsh, as your eyes soften when looking up into his own.

One hand settles to rest on his abdomen, as the other wraps up around his neck. You deliver a harsh tug, pulling Rhett down and slotting your lips against one another. You can feel Rhett’s smile against your lips, his hands drop down around your waist, slip beneath the hoodie and tap your ass, signaling you to jump.

You waste no time in wrapping your legs around his waist, both arms curling around his neck. One slipped up to grasp the Stetson atop his head, pulling away from the kiss for a second and tossing the hat onto your desk. The idea of your lips being apart is clearly displeasing to Rhett. As one of his hands slips from underneath your ass, to grasp your cheeks in between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips back against yours.

Your lips work against each other, hot needy kisses pass between you. Your tongues work in tandem against each other, pushing and pulling in a network of want and passion. You don't even notice that the pair of you have moved until Rhett has you pressed against your mattress.

The pressure of his belt buckle against your cunt has you bucking your hips, and a wanton moan slips past your lips.

“Hold on, sugar.”

Rhett pulls away, his hand slips up to cradle you face, thumb brushing against your swollen bottom lip.

“Just let me look at you.”

Your face nuzzles into the palm of his hand, kissing it gently. The blue in Rhett’s eyes shines bright, and the small specks of green peek out from behind his iris. His stare makes you blush, it was always like he could see right into your soul. Moments like this were always more vulnerable than any other time, even in moments when you were naked and exposed.

“I missed you.”

The comment slips past your lips, so quiet and gentle. Though it causes Rhett to smile, before pressing a small against your lips. Foreheads resting against one another, the weight of his body settles against your own.

“I missed you, Til.” Noses bopping against each other, before Rhett is standing. Slipping the button-up off his shoulders, the clank of his buckle releasing sounds, as he pushes his pants to the floor. He motions towards you to sit up, his hands reach for the bottom of the hoodie, slipping it from your form.

“Think this is mine, darlin’.

“Did you bring me a new one? It doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

He laughs slightly at your question, reaching to tug your shorts off. Leaving the both of you in your underwear and pulling you to lay on his chest as you settle on the bed.

“Don’t I always?”

Your head nods against his chest, knowing that every time Rhett came up, he brought you a sweater that he’d been wearing. You told them that the smell of his aftershave had comforted you and had made you feel like you weren’t so far apart.

The warmth of his body seeps deep into your bones, and your eyes start to drift off. The stress of the week fades from your hold, as Rhett runs a single hand up and down your spine.

“Sleep Tilly.”

The last thing you remember is a soft kiss being placed against the crown of your head, both yours and Rhett’s breath settling out into a slow rhythm, encased by sleep.

…

The loud knocking at your door wakes you and Rhett up, stretching up to place a sweet kiss against Rhett’s lips, you slowly move from the bed. Though Rhett reaches out, holding on to your waist, as he whines into the crook of your neck. His breath tickles you and you can’t help but to giggle.

Your bubble is once again, popped as the knocking ensues again. Rhett finally releases you, so that you can pull on the hoodie and shorts. Glancing back over your shoulder you laugh at the sight, Rhett laid out on your bed, arms tucked behind his head, in nothing but his boxers. The sight makes your toes curl in want, your eyes racking up his form. To find a wide smile directed at you, his baby blues shimmering with mischief.

“Y/n, open the damn door.”

Daniel's voice has you moving again, grasping the handle of the door and ripping it wide open. Had you ripped it open so wide, in hopes that Danica would once again be lurking and see an almost naked Rhett spread out? Yes, though your hopes are dashed away when you see it’s only Daniel.

 “Hey D, come on in.”

His eyes move behind you, settling against Rhett who waves a hand slightly. Not moving an inch from his spot, clearly comfortable in his skin.

“Baby, this is Daniel.” You motion between the two, eye’s finding Daniel’s. “D, this is Rhett.”

Each of them exchanging pleasantries, though nothing more. You push off the door, where you had been leaning, and reach under your desk in search of the chemistry binder from last year.

You find the worn binder and toss it to Daniel, eyes tracing to see if you have anything else that might help him.

“That’s all my notes from Granger's class last year. More than enough to help you pass tests and I can finish out the papers. But I want extra for the final, I’m gonna have a packed schedule with just my work.”

Rhett silently watches you, his sweet girl is hard-assing this massive guy and making demands. He always liked it when you were bossy, he thought it made you look hot. That fire in your eyes, always set him a light.

Daniel slips two crisp hundred dollar bills in your palm and glances back to Rhett, who only smiles wider. You laugh at him, your eyes rolling, and then look back toward Daniel.

“That’s fine,” He shakes the binder at you slightly, with a grateful smile. “Thanks, for this too.”

You give him another smile, and move to open the door for him. Trying to be polite, but more than ready to be back in bed with Rhett.

“Alright, it was nice meeting you.” Another wave passes between the two men, then Daniel is out the door. Calling a ‘thanks again’ over his shoulder as he leaves.

You turn around on your heel, and a smile spreads across your face seeing Rhett in your bed. Before he has time to react, you’re moving for the cowboy, jumping up in his lap and snuggling up against his neck.

“Quiet the criminal, aren’t you?” his teasing tone has you laughing in his neck, arms, and legs wrapping around him like a koala.

“Daniel doesn’t have the time, and I like the extra cash.”

Rhett hums against the crown of your head, his arms wrapping around you in a tight grip.

“Long as you’re being careful, baby. Don’t think I missed the tattoos, I’m not stupid darin’.”

A heavy sigh is released from your chest, you pull away from Rhett so that you’re sitting in his lap. His hands automatically find home on your hips under the hoodie, gentle circles from his thumb rubbed into your hip bones.

“Look I know. Daniel is into some shady stuff, but he’s always been nice to me and if I called him for anything, he would be there.” Your fingers spin in your lap, a nervous habit. “It’s just nice to know that without you here, I have someone else that has my back. I don’t trust guys in general, but especially on campus.”

Rhett notices your slight nervous nature, and the tone you have when you mention the guys living on the campus. He’d seen them enough and known right away that they were douchebags, but you had never mentioned having trouble.

“There something I need to know about baby?”

The term of endearment has you glancing up, loving how sweet the tough cowboy could be with you.

“I had some problems when I first moved in, but Daniel ended them almost instantly. I didn’t wanna worry you, you already have so much going on.”

Your eyes causally avoid Rhett’s, already feeling bad that you’ve kept it from him. Rhett moves you sit up, and pulls you so your flush with his chest. So close that your eyes can’t help but to look at each other.

“Tilly, I don’t care what is going on in my life. You tell me from now on, please?”

It was rare to hear Rhett ask anyone ‘please,’ and the tone in his voice makes your stomach clench in pain. The thought of hurting him, even if it was on accident, was the worst possible thing you could think of happening. He was your person and you’d only ever kept it from him because you thought you were protecting him.

“I’m sorry baby, never again.”

The placement of your lips against his is out of the pure need to express your love, to prove how much he really meant to you.

“Promise?” The question whispered against your lips.

“I promise.”

…

I was a promise that you kept,

until you couldn’t.

[bonitanightmxres]

not over you || r. abbott

rhett abbott x fem!reader

synopsis: years after your mutual breakup with rhett, he thinks he’s getting along fine. soon, he realizes he’s been lying to himself this whole time.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, some fluff

length: 1.1k

Some nights, Rhett stayed out until the dawn, drinking his problems away, and maybe even burying them in some blonde whose name he couldn’t remember for the night. Then, he’d go out and do it again the next night.

And that’s exactly what he had planned to continue doing tonight—well, after he changed out of his battered t-shirt. Rhett’s plans changed as soon as he walked through the front door, hearing familiar laughter. Part of him believed maybe it was time to call it a night and sober up because there was no way he actually heard your laugh inside his house. Following the sound, Rhett made his way to the kitchen where his mother sat with another woman and talked and had a cup of coffee. Frozen in the doorframe of the kitchen, he saw the woman’s back, not getting a good look of her face. If Rhett was being totally honest, he was scared to. Scared of the fact that if it was you, he’d never be able to look away and let you go again; scared of the possibility that if this woman wasn’t you, then that would just mean that his broken heart had never healed.

“Rhett, guess who’s finally back.” Cecilia had finally taken a notice to her son’s presence, and eagerly waved him over.

His heartbeat grew rapidly, and he felt his palms clammy because as soon as the woman turned in her seat to face him, your eyes locked with his and Rhett froze. For the first time in his life, he was quiet. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything. The words were caught in his throat like a fish in net—they tried to get loose and come out, but the more they tried, the more stuck they became.

“Hi, Rhett,” your soft voice knocked him out of his thoughts. “Care to join us?”

“I-”

“He’d love to,” Cecilia stood up from her seat, setting her mug in the sink and bringing a fresh cup to her son. “I’m gonna turn in for the night.” She gave you a quick hug before heading up the stairs, “Lovely seeing you again, sweetheart. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Can I-uh,” Rhett cleared his throat. “Can I sit with you?”

You let out a soft laugh, “It’s your house, Rhett. Sit wherever you want.”

A thin smile appeared in the corners of his lips as he took a seat beside you. It was then that the bruises and scrapes on his face were visible underneath the warm light of the kitchen.

“So,” Rhett started, trying to think of something to say. “What’re you up to these days?” 

“Oh, y’know,” You shrugged, “Graduated a few weeks ago, then decided to move back home. Now, I start a new job in a couple weeks.” As you sipped your coffee, you couldn’t help but notice the dried blood on his cheek. “What about you, Rhett?” You pointed to your cheek, mirroring his injuries. “What are you up to these days?” 

He chuckled, and became silent. Partly because he didn't know what to say, and partly because he wished he had something more impressive to tell you. Here you were, fresh out of college and ready to start a new chapter in your life. And here he was, bruised and bloody from a bar fight like he was twenty-one again. 

Running a kitchen towel under the warm water of the kitchen faucet, you made your way back to the table, dabbing it at Rhett’s injuries.

“Sorry,” you said as he winced. “That looks like it hurt.”

“You should see the other guy.”

“I’m guessing the other guy is a Tillerson?” You questioned, though you knew better than to ask a question with an obvious answer.

Rhett’s eyes watched your every movement, the way your hands moved gently across his skin, and the way your eyebrows crinkled together as you concentrated. For the second time tonight, he couldn't believe he wasn't drunk--that he was sober and you stood before him, intimately close and tending to his wounds. 

His injuries were merely scratches and bruises, and didn't need any attention at all. Really, you just jumped at the first opportunity to touch him, and of course, it would be because of a drunken fight with one of the Tillersons. It reminded you of the times you’d patch him up in your younger years after a riding competition--he never really needed any patching up, but it made you feel important and he let you do it anyway. 

Tossing the towel to the side, you got up and set your mug in the sink, “I should probably get going now, it’s getting late. Thank Cecilia for the coffee for me, please?”

Rhett shot up from his seat, desperate to think of a way to make you stay. After all this time, this wasn’t how he pictured he’d see you again. In fact, the truth was he’d pictured this moment for years--how he’d run into you, what he’d say. And now you were about to leave him again, and he didn't know what to do. “I love you,” Rhett blurted out of the blue. “I-I’m not over you. I tried, y’know, to move on, but I don’t think I ever will.” 

“Don’t. I-”

“Please,” he begged, slowly inching his way toward you, and reached for your hand. “I know there’s some part of you that feels something for me still. I felt it just now.” 

Rhett’s antics caught you off-guard, releasing emotions you had buried years ago. His hand was warm and rough, and it felt like home as you remembered your time with him. Every logical part of you wanted to pull your hand away, but the truth was you missed the feeling. “ Y’know, I tried too. To move on, like how we promised each other we would. But I looked for you in every person I was with,” you stared at your intertwining hands. “I’ve always loved you Rhett. I don’t think I ever stopped.” 

You placed your hand against his cheek, gently rubbing your thumb underneath the scratch that was beginning to scab. Rhett placed his own hand over yours, pressing it into his face, as if he could feel you closer that way. “There was nobody for me after you, darlin’. It’s only ever been you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and pulled you into a hug, afraid that if he let go, you might leave again. You stayed that way for a while, embraced in each other’s grasp like there was no tomorrow. 

Many years had passed since the last time you two had seen each other, but you were both determined to never let another one go by where you weren't at each other’s side. 

[jungle-angel]

The Boys and their Bull (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Just when you think your boys can’t get any more feral......

“Hey you’re supposed to be in your stall, little guy,” Rhett remarked as he scooped up one of the baby goats. “I can only guess how ya’ll got out this time.” 

Rhett carefully placed him in with the female and the other babies who were nestling in the hay to keep warm. The spring thaw wouldn’t be too far around the corner as you and Rhett marked off the days when spring would finally come to Wabang and the kids could go outside and play instead of being stuck inside every day. 

The sound of little giggles came from the far end of the barn as Rhett went and inspected one of the stalls where one of the mares and her foal were both covered with the warm blanket wraps. Sure enough, two little blonde-headed boys were scooting around under the hay while a big, black angus bull lay there, his legs tucked in and his gaze fixed on the little miscreants. 

“Hey!” Rhett called out. “What do you two devils think you’re doin?” 

Tatum and Tanner poked their heads up from the hay with little bits and tendrils hanging from their hair. “We’re playing Daddy,” Tatum chirped. 

“Yeah well when T-Bone hits your asses with those horns ya’ll aren’t gonna be playin much now are you?” 

Tatum and Tanner giggled when Rhett suddenly saw two more little forms along with a third, popping up from the hay. Desmond and Nala Makeba and Colt Tillerson, poked themselves up from the hay, laughing and giggling like crazy, but the old bull never once moved or jumped up. 

“Oh my God,” Rhett groaned. “How the hell did you three get in here?” 

“Tatum and Tanner let us in Uncle Rhett,” Colt giggled. 

Rhett rolled his eyes. Knew they were double trouble the minute they mooned us on that sonogram.....Rhett thought to himself. 

He watched just to make sure none of the kids provoked him, but surprisingly enough, that ornery son of a bitch was as tame as could be with the kids. 

It wasn’t until dinnertime that Patrick came to get Desmond and Nala while Billy came to scoop Colt up and bring him home before the freeze-over. Rhett finished off the last of the barn work but when he checked back on the twins, he laughed. 

There they were, the two troublemakers who were usually so full of energy, fast asleep in the hay with T-Bone sniffing their hair. Rhett gave him a good pet on the snout and a scratch behind the ears. “Good boy,” he whispered. 

Rhett picked up Tanner while Royal came and got Tatum, bringing them both into the house and upstairs to their beds. You met him in the hallway, Rhett catching you in his arms and kissing your warm cheeks. 

“They’re gonna sleep for hours Darlin,” Rhett whispered. “They’re exhausted.” 

“We’ll be lucky if they wake up for dinner,” you chuckled. 

You and Rhett both wrapped up in a blanket, the house having gone quiet as the sky outside grew to a pale violet with streaks of red and pink. Rhett nuzzled your cheeks and kissed your jaw as you scooted closer, relaxing against each other. You couldn’t wait for spring and all that came with it. 

[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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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

[mostlyinthemorning]

Noah Reid: Fashion Icon, New Mexico edition

Haven’t done one of these for a while.

Jeans: probably cuffed

T-shirt: Fancy, with a pocket!

Ball cap: Backwards, just the way we like it

Hair: Billy Tillerson blonde

Arms: Yes, please

New music: Imminent?

x

[outerrangesource]

Billy's album just dropped!

[hangmanapologist]

Dilf! Rhett walking in on the babysitter touching herself and mumbling Rhett’s name. She’s also laying in his bed and the kids are asleep in their rooms.

Maggie, me and @rhettabbotts have been losing our minds over this we need an apology video with tears rn.

This is EXTREMELY hot but I’ve been thinking about the foreplay surrounding this pls don’t hmu rn

Rhett comes home from the bar a little later than usual, it’s 2am and way too late to have you driving home. Ever the gentleman he insists you stay in the spare room, leaving one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts on the bed for you, excusing himself to check on the kids.

You decide to busy yourself and start tidying up the kitchen. Any excuse to catch another glimpse of him before going to bed. His greying hair was falling over his forehead a little bit more and you can tell the alcohol had left his neck and chest a little flushed beneath his half open flannel. It sends butterflies straight to your core and you have to bite your lip to hold back a groan when he comes into the house and smiles warmly at you, excusing himself for a second.

In fact, you’re so caught up thinking about him fucking you over the kitchen table that you don’t even hear him make his way behind where you’re standing at the counter. “You trying to play house for me sweetheart?” He asks, reaching above you to grab a glass from the cabinet. You jump and turn before you realise you’re face to chest with him, swallowing loudly. He smells like whiskey and the spearmint gum you know he keeps in the glove box.

“Just trying to be a good guest Mr. Abbott” you mutter trying to avoid his gaze as you go to duck under his arm but he slides it down to the countertop to trap you there. All of a sudden you’re very aware he can see down your sundress from his height no matter how much you shift.

“Fuck you calling me Mr. Abbott like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.” Despite his language there no insult in the words, it’s different, it’s teasing and it makes you rub your thighs together so hard that you’re afraid you’ll start a fire. He brings his hand to the strap of the dress on your shoulder, toying with the string and you consider letting him unwrap you like it’s Christmas Day right there and then. “You’re trouble Tillerson do you know that?”

“Rhett-“ you don’t a chance to utter another word before he pulls his body away from you. “There’s clothes on the bed, I’m down the hall if you need anything.”

The fleabag reference came from Shelby btw

[sebsxphia]

i feel like rhett would definitely have bear hugs you know what i mean? like the cosiest, most comforting hugs ever

i can imagine you coming back home from the bar, where the tillerson’s have been complete assholes towards you and you softly sob on the way back to the abbott’s ranch. then rhett sees you distraught and hurt and his heart aches for you. he hates seeing you like this. he immediately comes over to you and pulls you in for the tightest hug. he rubs his arms up and down your back and cradles your head into the crook of his neck.

‘shh shh shh it’s okay baby, tell me what happened’

also hi! i’ve never really sent anything to you before, could i be ‘☀️’ anon please?

i love your writing btw!! <3

hello my dear anon!! firstly, absolutely you can be ☀️ anon and secondly, thank you so much for your kind words my dear!! 🥹🫶🏼

thirdly, i couldn’t agree more with this. rhett would lay down his life for you and protect you at whatever cost. which means when he sees you hurt or distraught, he will pull you into a tight embrace to comfort you and put you at ease. it’s cosy being pressed up against his soft cotton t shirt or his plaid shirt. inhaling his scent, it helps ground you.

rhett is also definitely the “who hurt you?” or “who did this to you?” trope, so when you tell him what the tillerson’s did, he’s putting them in the ground. that is after he’s calmed you down and wrapped you up in bed with one of his plaid shirts.

god i love him so much!!!! he is the ultimate comfort to me. thank you so much for this dear anon!! 💌

[delopsia]

Now all I can think of is protective Rhett and Bob. We know Rhett is like a Doberman. Very protective. But what about Bob? I bet he gets overlooked, until you mess with reader or Rhett, then that military training is gonna kick in. He knows Rhett can hold his own but also if Bob hears muttering/comments about either of his loves or Rhett comes home hurt.. he’s gonna fight. No body hurts his loves

Omg, Bobby absolutely gets overlooked! The quiet demeanor and glasses often cause folks to assume he won't step in or can't hold his own in a fight. It's rarely remembered that he'd always been at the top of his classes, and nobody ever expects for professionally trained technique to make its way into a bar fight.

I have a fun little theory that nobody ever thought twice about Bob being in the Navy until they were spending some time in Wabang. Rhett hauled off to the gas station to fetch some drinks and snacks, and while he was there, said something that started a parking lot scuffle with the Tillerson brothers. Only lasted a minute or two before Rhett decided he was over t and headed home.

Bob's sitting on the porch when he gets home, and all he knows is that Rhett is getting out of his truck with a bruise on his cheek, and someone is flying down the driveway in a plume of smoke. He didn't know who it was getting out of that truck; all he knew was two men were swinging on Rhett, and that was enough to get him stepping in.

Bobby doesn't hit as hard or fight as dirty as Rhett, but he puts them on the ground a hell of a lot quicker.

He's so protective in the best of ways; where Rhett will go nose to nose with someone, immediately asserting himself as a formidable opponent, Bob is a quiet, looming presence that dares someone to fuck around and find out.

But his skills are usually implemented to pin a particular cowboy to the floor...a story for another day 🥴🌷

[foreverlogical]

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Samantha Grindell

Mon, June 19, 2023 at 6:03 PM PDT·2 min read

In this article:

Donald Trump appeared on Fox News with anchor Bret Baier on Monday.

Baier reminded Trump he said he was going to hire the "best" people to his administration in 2016.

He then pointed out much of Trump's former administration doesn't support his 2024 White House bid.

On Monday, Donald Trump appeared on Fox News anchor Bret Baier's Special Report to discuss the classified documents he took from the White House and the case against him.

They also discussed Trump's time as president, with Baier reminding the former president that when he ran for office in 2016, he said he was  "going to surround myself with only the best and most serious people."

"Well, I did do that," Trump responded. "That's tremendous. Look, we had the best economy we've ever had, the world has ever seen."

But Baier then pointed out to the former president that many of those "best and most serious people" no longer support him:

This time, your Vice President Mike Pence is running against you. Your ambassador to the United Nations, Nikki Haley, she's running against you. Your former Secretary of State, Mike Pompeo, said he's not supporting you. You mentioned National Security Adviser John Bolton. He's not supporting you either. You mentioned Attorney General Bill Barr. Says you shouldn't be president again. Calls you 'the consummate narcissist' and 'troubled man.' You recently called Barr a 'gutless pig.'"

Your second defense secretary is not supporting you. Called you irresponsible. This week, you called your White House Chief of Staff John Kelly 'weak and ineffective' and 'born with a very small brain.' You called your acting White House Chief of Staff Mick Mulvaney a 'born loser.' You called your first Secretary of State, Rex Tillerson, 'dumb as a rock,' and your first Defense Secretary, James Mattis, 'the world's most overrated general.' You called your White House press secretary Kayleigh McEnany 'milquetoast.' And multiple times, you've referred to your Transportation secretary, Elaine Chao, as 'Mitch McConnell's China-loving wife.'

"So, why did you hire all of them in the first place?" Baier asked.

[sweetlittlegingy]

The Cold Black Wind

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♤ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x Y/n "Tilly" Tillerson

♤ Word Count: 7.1 k

♤ Warnings: Smut 18+, family fighting, death threats, angst, fluff

♤ A/n: This week has been challenging and I haven't been able to write as much as I want, but part 2 is up. So I'm happy. Also, you are responsible for your own content consumption. This is an 18+ fic, please respect that.

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You’d went home with Rhett last night, staying in the loft above the barn. It hadn’t changed much since before you left, the only real difference was Rhett was better at housekeeping. Having most of his belongings moved out of the house, one less room for Cecilia to clean.

You glance around for your phone, though it was only seven in the morning, you were positive there would be messages from at least one of your brothers. Lifting up the comforter on Rhett’s bed, you find it resting between the mattress and the wall. Crawling over to grab it, Rhett’s t-shirt rides up your form, grasping onto your phone as it tries to slip farther down the wall. A triumphant “ha” leaves your lips as the loft door opens and closes.

Glancing over your shoulder you see Rhett dress in wranglers, belt halfway undone, and no shirt. The two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands, have you crawling back to him. He gently hands you one, while he sips on the other. Your eyes rank up his torso, enjoying the view, as you blow on your coffee before taking a sip.

“You went inside like that?”

His eyebrow cocks at you, “If someone hadn’t stolen my shirt.” His hand rises up to gently tug on the sleeve, causing it to fall down your shoulder. His eyes racked over you, just fucked hair with only his shirt on, was his favorite look on you.

“Well, if they didn’t know what we were doing before, they do now.”

You didn’t care that the Abbotts knew you and Rhett were back together, you loved the family. They were more like a family to you than your own had ever been, spending most of your childhood and teen years on this ranch, not your families.

“Honey, I think everyone knows, given the way I had you screaming last night.” Rhett’s finger comes out to point at the spot your sitting on the bed, “Right there and there and there….oh and over there.” His hand gestures around the room, recounting every spot in which he had taken you last night. The smirk he wears has you blushing, his eyes watching how you slightly shift trying to relieve the ache between your legs.

“Shut up.” You bat your empty hand at him and catch on his belt, pulling him closer to you. His hand comes up to cradle your face, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“Sure, don’t seem like you want me to shut up darlin’. But I’d sure love to shut you up.”

His thumb easily slips between your lips, pressing down on your tongue. Your lips wrap around him and suck, letting your teeth gently graze the pad of his thumb. Causing Rhett to let out a grunt and his hips to buck up just slightly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that.”

A smile slips on your lips, pulling your lips off his thumb, you grasp his hand and kiss his palm. Eye’s fluttering back up to meet his own, bottom lip slipping between your teeth.

“It’s so fun though, daddy.”

His head drops back, releasing a loud groan, before he grasps your cheeks and lifts you. Your coffee splashes slightly on the floor, but your eyes never leave his. His lips are slotted against yours before you can react, empty hand tangling in the back of his hair tugging him closer to you.

You hear the coffee mug slip from your grasp, too enveloped in Rhett to realize it had slipped. Neither of you acknowledges it, tongue clashing together, as Rhett’s free hand grabs at your bare ass and pulls you against the hard length nestled in his jeans. Both your hands are reaching up, trying to tug him down on you. The heat between your thighs growing, slick drips from your bare cunt, coating your inner thighs.

Rhett pulls away from you for a moment and settles his own mug on the bedside table. Your hands work to get his pants unbuttoned, though before you can, he’s pushing you back on the bed and climbing on top of you.

Your (his) shirt rides up your stomach, as Rhett’s hand slips between your bodies. Gently tracing your slit, collecting your slick, before pushing two fingers into your heat. Your head drops back, as you rock your hips against his hand working to get friction on your clit.

Rhett’s eyes never leave you, head thrown back as little cries leave your lips. He removes his fingers from your heat, replacing them with his thigh. Your hips automatically rock against the rough denim, pushing down onto his thick thigh. Chasing the high only Rhett can give you, you watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth. Your slick coating his tongue, eyes big and blown you work your hips faster, desperately chasing it.

“So fuckin’ sweet, Princess.”

A loud moan falls from your lips, so close to your high. All you needed was a bit more, though you feel Rhett’s thigh pulling away from you. Your eyes shoot open, glaring in clear disbelief at the man, your hands reach out trying to grab him.

“Rhett..” A quiet begging, pleading

The smile he gives you is viscous, his eyes watching you, how needy you are, and a laugh falls from his lips.

“Guess you’re not the only one that can have fun, princess.”

Your eyes focus on him as he pulls away, following after him, as he buttons his pants like nothing happened. Though the clear wet patch on his thigh, says different.

“You fucker.”

You’re up on your knees, glaring (well trying to) at the man, arms crossed over your chest. Whining like a little girl. For a moment you think he’s going to let you finish, as he walks back over to you.

His mouth drops next to your ear, breath faint and making your cunt throb. He had you so wound up and you would do anything for him to make you cum.

“Get dress sweets.” He lays a harsh slap on your ass making you gasp, before he leaves you. “Gotta go get your dad's truck.” He throws the comment back over his shoulder, not even looking at you.

You hated him sometimes, how could he be fucking perfect, yet so damn cruel. You huff out, arms dropping to your side, knowing he’s not going to let you finish until later, and began the search for your panties.

…

The ride into town was a comfortable silence, Rhett’s hand clasped in your own, resting in your lap. You’d seen Royal and Cecilia before you left, the both of them telling you how happy they were to see you, and checking in with how school was going. Neither of him mentioned the split on your lip, though as you were leaving you heard Royal hiss out to Cecilia ‘it’s those fuckin’ boys, need put in their place.’

Royal and Cecilia had been great to you throughout your life, not only because you had dated their youngest. But even before you and Rhett had gotten together, they treated you like one of their own. You’d showed up countless times, in the middle of the night, because you had run away when the fighting got too bad. The Abbotts never turned you away and always welcomed you with open arms.

Hell, they were more like parents to you than your own.

Pulling into the Handsome Gamblers parking lot you see your father’s pickup, in perfect condition. The town was too small for people to go around messing with stuff, someone always saw and well it never ended well for the assholes.

The buzzing of your phone in your lap not only pulls your eyes down, but Rhett’s are well. Luke’s name flashes across the screen. You’d had text messages for Luke and Trevor when you woke up. Luke checking in more so, though he didn’t hesitate to say that you had better not be with Rhett. It made you roll your eyes; he’d never been able to get over the fact that Rhett was better at riding, and had whopped his ass in high school rodeo.

Trevor was a different story. No, his messages immediately started by cussing you out and telling you that only a whore would be drinking in town. You’d wanted to text back that, then was a fucking whore, because he was always at the Handsome Gambler. Though you just ignore it, knowing that there would be no winning in an argument with Trevor.

Your phone starts buzzing again, and Rhett gives you a look, one that looked like he felt bad for you. You’d hated that look; you didn’t need the pity, especially not from him.

You grab the phone, hitting answer without checking who it was calling, big fuckin’ mistake.

“So, she finally fuckin’ answers the phone. Finally get off your back?”

Trevor’s voice rings through the phone speakers and you’re pulling the phone harshly from your ear. His voice giving you a headache, you didn’t wanna deal with his shit today, but well…. Looks like you didn’t have a choice.

“I’m so happy to talk to you too, Trevor. Just made my fuckin’ morning.”

The sarcasm is dripping off your lips and has Rhett busting up laughing. He loved how feisty you could be, you weren’t one to back down from a fight and God was it hot. He also loved that you were fiercely loyal and would protect your own, at all coasts. But he really liked it when you’d get pissed, your eyes got this little spark in them, like you could light the world on fire. That fuckin’ look; was why he loved pissin’ you off with the bunnies, the hate sex was always the best.

You’d put your phone on speaker, the both of you wanting to hear what Trevor had to say. Both you and Rhett stare at the phone, resting on the bench seat of his pickup, waiting for Trevor’s meltdown.

“I let you have your fun, now get your ass home.” You huff out glancing at Rhett.

“You LET me have my fun. Trevor, you don’t let me do anything, I do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Listen to me you, fucking cunt, you’re coming back to the house, and you will listen, or I’ll make you. Hmm?” 

You see Rhett start to say something. Though before he can, you shake your head, giving Trevor a hum, and then hanging up the call.

“He doesn’t get to fuckin’ talk to you like that, Tilly.”

You bring your hands up, fingers rubbing at your eyes, trying to calm the migraine that Trevor no doubt set off. You knew that Rhett was right, but Trevor had never been worth the fight. The hands cradling your head are slowly pulled away, and Rhett is looking at you so softly that your heart skips a beat. His hands grasp your own, giving them a squeeze before you're pulling him in for a kiss.

Pulling away gently, placing a few small pecks on his slightly chapped lips, resting your foreheads against one another.

“I know. I’m gonna handle it.”

Rhett gives you a worried glance, that has you placing one last kiss on his lips before getting out. You look back at him before you shut the door, worry clearly showing as he watches you.

“I’m the bigger bear, baby.”

You shoot him a wink before turning, sunglasses coming down to rest on your nose, as you climb into the truck. You’d gone against your family before, been to hell and back against them. The only difference this time was they’d chosen to fuck with something you loved.

…

Pulling out of the parking lot you, head over to the Wabang’s general store in need of a few things. Walking through the store, you see a few familiar faces, though no one talks to you, each of them giving you a double take and then minding their own business. You were positive that it was just because you were back in town, being gone for four years, then arriving out of nowhere is certainly questionable.

Especially when you’d vowed to get out of this small town. Though that was before you’d lived away from Wabang, away from Rhett, and now the thought of leaving him was the last thing you wanted to do. You loved his family and wouldn’t mind becoming an Abbott, getting to finally have a real family.

You walk down the dishware aisle, looking for a matching mug to the one that you’d broken this morning, you’d felt bad and didn’t want Cecilia being out a mug. You find the one that matches, you quickly grab it and place it in the basket you’re carrying. You pick up a few more items, odds, and ends; some snacks to keep out in the loft.

Grabbing an extra case of beer, you head to the register, making small talk with Mrs. Adams. Her daughter was a few years younger than you and you knew her while you were in school. She asks you how school is going, to which you tell her it is going wonderful, that you were at the top of your class and set to graduate early. She nods along, telling you that she is very proud of you as you leave. The comment makes you smile, and you can’t help the feeling the incases you.

You should be proud of yourself; you were a 4.0 student and had made something out of yourself. Coming back home, though it wasn’t the original plan, didn’t make it a bad decision. You were receiving a business degree and not only could you work just about anywhere, but you also had the knowledge behind how businesses ran. Meaning that if both you and Rhett were serious, then you could handle paperwork and be a real help to the ranch. The two of you could turn a real profit for the ranch, just not the Abbotts getting by, but thriving.

Tossing the bags in the back of the truck, you head out to your family’s house, your mind drifting to the life you and Rhett could possibly have someday. Of how good of a father he would be, he was amazing with Amy and you knew that would transfer into fatherhood. You’d know that Rhett wanted to be a dad, it had been a constant topic of conversation while you were in school. The two of you getting married, having a couple kids, and then growing old together. You’d need to bring it up to him again eventually, just to confirm that he still wanted a life with you.

You make it to the house around twelve, only Luke and Billy’s trucks in the driveway. You park the truck, grab your stuff, and head towards the house. Silently hoping that since Trevor’s truck was gone, that would mean that he was gone as well. You knock the front door with your hip, twisting the nob just barely with your filled hands, and make your way into the calm, quiet house. You can hear the Tv playing in the other room, though you can’t hear anyone or anything else.

You bypass the kitchen, heading straight upstairs to put away the bags and case of beer. You’d take it over to Rhett’s later and weren’t gonna risk your brothers finding it and taking it. They didn’t know how to keep their hands off things that weren’t theirs.  The buzz of your phone pulls you from your thoughts, grabbing it out of your back pocket as you drop everything on your bed.

“You want to ride with Mama and Royal, or me? I’ve gotta get there earlier, but its whatever you want Till.”

Rhett was riding tonight, and he had only mentioned it earlier stating that you could come by tonight after. He’d told you that he didn’t want you to think that he was forcing you to go. You’d all but slapped him upside the head when he told you that, and told him that of course, you would be there tonight. That you would be at every ride for the foreseeable future, you hadn’t talked through all of the details of your newly resurrected relationship. Though you knew that you were in it for the long haul with him, that you’d finally figured out what you truly wanted in life. So, of course, you would be there tonight to support him, and every ride after, for as long as he wanted to keep riding.

“I don’t want to distract you, honey, I can ride with your momma and dad. But after your round… well I plan on riding you all night.”

You send the message and not even ten seconds later, your phone is ringing with his name flashing across the screen. Answering it after a moment, teasingly letting him listen to the ring of the tone.

“Hello.”

His deep chuckle has shivers tracking down your spine, goose bumps covering your skin and you can hardly wait for tonight. This morning still weighing heavy on your core, the burning ache barely subsiding.

“Honey you’re playing a really dangerous game.”

“How’s that?” You were never one to back down from a challenge, especially one from Rhett.

You hear a humming through the phone, a non-verbal warning.

“I’ll tell mama to pick you up; your gonna sit your pretty, little ass in those stands like a good girl. Then after…. oh honey, you’re not gonna be sitting for a week.”

He hangs up on you before you get the chance to reply, pulling the phone from your ear and scoffing at the call-ended sign. Typical Rhett Abbott, especially with you, and yet you were undeniably in love with the man.

You were, in fact, an idiot.

Your purse your lips and throw your phone down onto the bed, stripping your clothes off and get ready to take a shower. You’d still smelt of sex slightly and though you loved the smell of Rhett all over you, you wanted to clean up before seeing his parents tonight. They would never say anything, and they loved you dearly, though you still wanted to make an effort for them.

…

You’d taken a nap after your shower, the previous day and night wreaked havoc over your body. You hadn’t planned on falling asleep. Though after getting out of the shower; you sitting for a moment on the bed in a towel, became you sleeping on the bed in a towel.

It’s already 5 pm by the time that you wake up, checking on your phone to see if Rhett told you an exact time to expect the Abbotts, you find a message stating 7:30. He rode at 9, all the other events taking place first, while bulls were the last event of the night.

Rising you, you decide to get started on your hair and makeup. Not wanting to make the Abbotts wait when they show up. Your grasp at the slightly damp strands of hair, sectioning, and parting, to go bit by bit. It only takes you a half hour to finish up your hair, drying it always took up the most time, though since it was partly dry it went much faster. Glancing in the mirror, you get started on your makeup. Wanting to go for a more sublet look, being that you would be in the dirt and dust all night.

There’s a slight tingle in the base of your stomach, causing an uneasy feeling to cascade over you. You were positive that it wasn’t from Rhett’s impending ride tonight, you’d been around bulls since you were little, and Rhett had started in high school while you were still dating. Sure, bull riding was scary, though you knew how much he loved it, and would never make him pick between you and the thrill. You’ve seen the cracked ribs and bruises; you knew how to take care of him, though the nagging worry never went away. No matter how much you trusted Rhett and his skill, there was always a chance.

Finishing up your makeup, you slip into a pair of blue jeans and grab a nicer shirt. You’d wanted to look pretty for him, Rhett had always told you he rode better with you in the stands, yelling out for him. You know that he’ll find you standing amongst the crowd and wanted to do him proud, wanted to feed into that ego of his.

That you were his alone, and that you were damn hot.

It also fed your ego slightly, when he told you how much the guys wished you were with them, but that wasn’t the point.

…

The Abbotts would be here any moment to pick you up and heading downstairs, you couldn’t stop yourself from heading toward your father’s room. He was an ass, who didn’t care and had fucked you over in more ways than one, but he was still your father, and he was sick. You’d wanted to ask how he was feeling today, hoping that he was okay.

You hadn’t heard Trevor since waking up and only assumed that he still wasn’t home. Though your assumptions are quickly proven wrong when you hear him on the phone. He’s in the room just outside your father’s own room, his tone clearly pissed and frantic. The thought of checking on your father was completely forgotten, trying to listen in on Trevor.

You catch small bits, of what the other person on the phone says, but nothing that can be deciphered. The conversation clearly isn’t going good, because it sends Trevor into a pacing fit, wearing a hole into the hardwood floors.

“No, he needs to be handled.” The tone of his voice, causes your heart to jump. “I don’t care how we have to do it. The whole family needs to be gone, that way it goes up for sale.”

Your mind runs in circles and though the Abbott name hasn’t been mentioned, the tenseness in your gut has you worrying about them.

“I don’t care what she thinks, I’ll handle her.”

His pacing comes to a halt in front of the office desk, his form leaning over it, playing with a glass paperweight. Before you can blink, the glass ball is flying toward the wall, shattering into a million little pieces.

“Luke if you’re going to be such a little bitch,” Trevor’s form shakes as he yells at Luke through the phone. Your own body shaking slightly, but your feet unmoving. Stuck in place, needing to know the truth. “Then I will handle it, but I’m telling you this now….. if she gets in my way, I’ll kill her.”

The knock from the front door pulls you from your trance and has you rushing to the door. You weren’t sure if you were in such a hurry because of what Trevor said, or more worried about Trevor’s reaction, to seeing the Abbotts at your door.

Cecilia stands waiting at the door, though her smile drops when she sees the frightened look in your eyes. Her eyes tracking up and down your form, looking for any new marks and when she sees none, she gives you a questioning look.

You grab your purse from the coat rack, and slip out the door as fast as possible. You had thought you’d heard Trevor hanging up the phone and wanted to get the hell out of there. You give Cecilia a forced smile that you’re sure she can see right through, but she doesn’t mention it. Giving you a soft hello and telling her how happy she is that you were coming with them tonight. She’d even gone on to say how happy she was that you and Rhett were back together. You tell her that you're just friends, and she hums at you, a slight laugh rising from her chest.

The ride into town was relaxing, the Abbotts ask you about what you’d been up to besides school and tell you what had happened around town in the four years.

They once again mention how proud of you they are and how you had so much to be proud of, with your schooling and job back in Bozeman. Something that your own family had never done for you, your own accomplishments always put on the back burner in the Tillerson household.

Royal had mentioned that he was happy you were back and hoped that it would be permanent.  He’d said Rhett had needed stability and he always knew that it would be you. You can’t reply anything, as a blush covers your cheeks which causes Amy to tell the whole truck that you were in fact in love with Rhett.

Perry makes small talk, while you completely avoid the topic of Rebecca’s disappearance, not wanting to hurt him or Amy more than they were. You couldn’t imagine what they were going through, and it broke your heart. Though you were glad to be back during this hard time. Perry had been like an older brother to you throughout your life, with you and Rhett constantly together, Perry had taken to you like a little sister.

The disappearance was horrible, and you knew Perry had nothing to do with it, no matter what people around town claimed at times. You would support Perry in any way that you could, and Amy would need a woman figure, other than her grandma, in her life more than ever now that she was a teenager.

Rhett had mentioned to you earlier that, he had never seen Perry like this before and that he felt horrible that he couldn’t help. At least not really help, Rhett had started picking up more of Perry’s work around the ranch, but Rhett wanted to help heal Perry. You told him that he could be a shoulder for Perry to cry on, but Perry’s healing would be on his own time.

Arriving at the rodeo grounds, you follow behind Cecilia and Royal; Amy holding onto your hand and telling you about school. You listen to her ramble, though you can’t stop your eyes from roaming back behind the shoots.

Getting Amy into a seat beside her grandparents and father. Giving her a quick smile before, you tell her that you will be right back. You hurriedly make your way down the stairs of the stands, boots landing in the dirt-filled walkways. People crowd around, watching the events get started for the night. You make your way pass the beer garden, spotting your brothers inside it. You hurry past it, hoping that they don’t catch sight of you. The hat resting on your head covers your hair, and you can only hope that they don’t recognize the familiar felt in the passing crowd.

You make your way to the back of the shoots, peeking between the stalls in search of Rhett. Not finding him, you continue out of the trailers, saying hello to a few familiar faces. Though your focus is on finding Rhett, spotting his truck, you make your way over to the mud-plastered rig. You hear a huffing sound as you round the corner of the truck and come face to face with a struggling Rhett. He’s got the leather to his glove hanging from his mouth, as he works to tighten the strap.

“You okay there, cowboy?”

His head snaps around to you quickly, the leather falls from his lips as he gives you an easy grin. The brown felt hat rests on his brow and images of last night fill your mind, how that exact hat had been resting on your brow.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit with my parents, honey?”

The teasing tone in his voice lets you know he isn’t mad at you. Pushing forward to where he is seated on the tailgate, you give him a teasing smile, and grab the hand with the glove covering it.

“Thought you might need some luck or help. Clearly, I was correct.” You state gesturing to his gloved hand, which now you are working on.

Tongue poking out of your lips just slightly as you focus on the crossing of the leather straps and tying them in a square knot. Inspecting your work, you hold it up to Rhett waiting for his approval. Your eyes meet his and nothing, but love shows within them.

“Feel good?”

You once again gesture to his hand, though you mean the question in general as well. The conversation you’d heard Trevor having runs through your brain, making you anxious and on alert. You try and hid the worry as best you can, knowing that you couldn’t tell Rhett about it right now. You knew how much tonight meant to him; this ride would get him a spot in the semifinals if he got a good score out of it. 

“Feels great, now that you’re here.”

His hand land on your hips and drags you to rest between his thighs. You press up against the tailgate slightly, but ignore the cold metal, trying to get as close as humanly possible to Rhett. Your arms wrap around Rhett’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and pulling him down, to kiss his lips gently.

The gentleness quickly dissipates as Rhett nips at your bottom lip, avoiding the cut, but nipping on it just enough that it has you letting out a quiet moan. You feel his fingers tighten around your waist, grasping that the material of your shirt and then slipping under it to your bare skin.

“You left me this morning.”

“Been bothering you all day, has it?”

The chuckle in his voice, makes you want to slap him, though you also wanna pull him in for another kiss. Deciding on the latter, you hum a yes against his lips.

“My needy girl. Always so bratty and demanding, spoiled aren’t you.”

It’s a statement, not a question, though you’re nodding your head anyway. Lips working against Rhett’s jawline and sucking on the pulse point in the middle of his neck.

“Just want you, wanna be your good girl.” You sound whiny and breathy, not caring though, as your hands tug on his belt buckle. Rhett catches your wandering fingers, before you can reach the destination of your desires.

“What do you want, baby? Hmm, tell me?”

Rhett pulls you from his neck, finger, and thumb gripping your chin and forcing you to make eye contact. His dark blue eyes blown, pupils hiding the pretty blue that you love, and you can’t stop the whine that leaves your lips. Just the sight of him, hot and wanting, had you quivering.

“Want your cock, daddy.”

Your fingers drift along his belt and give a tug at his belt loops. The overwhelming need had built up throughout the day and mixed with your family’s shit, life had officially gotten to you. You would do anything to release the tension, and the thought of having Rhett’s heavy cock resting against your tongue, practically had your toes curling.

“That so?” His hand brushes against your cheek, the tantalizing smile he gives you should feel demeaning, though it doesn’t. No, it makes you push farther into his palm, nuzzling it slightly.

“My pretty girl.”

You keen at the appreciation, with a gentle tug on his belt, the buckle pops open. Both of your eyes flick to the hanging buckle, then back to each other.

“Go on, take what you want then.”

The nod of his head, has you dropping to your knees instantaneously, giving Rhett’s jeans a hard tug. You feel the hat being lifted from your head, causing you to look back up at him. His thumb rests between his lips, eye’s staring down at you. Flicking between your mouth, doe eyes, and chest, slightly heaving in anticipation. Your eyes fall back to the bulge, pressing into the zipper of the wranglers, and you can’t help the way your mouth waters.

Your hands are quick, tugging down the zipper and releasing the pressure. A low hiss falls from Rhett’s lips, his hand comes to rest at the back of your head. Teasingly, your stroke at his cock over the fabric of his boxers, causing his hips to buck up into you.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ tease.”

His grip tightens slightly, the words followed by a low growl than has your thighs clenching. A small smirk forms on your lips, though it falls just as quickly when Rhett yanks your head back.

“Fuckin’ behave.”

His eyes are black and consume you whole. You’d loved teasing Rhett, though you knew that you both needed the release and couldn’t wait until later tonight, so you comply. Hands tugging at the boxers and jeans, Rhett lifts his lips slightly for you.

Your gaze falls on the throbbing length, tip angry and red, a bead of precum leaking from the slit. The loud moan that tumbles from your lips, before you can think. Leaning up you delicately lick at the tip, your tongue swiping over the slit.

Musk and salt fill your senses, leaving you to lick up the underside of his length before taking the head completely into your mouth. Sucking slightly as the hand in your hair yanks at you, a loud groan releases from Rhett’s chest. The tug of your hair has you moaning around his length, his hips bucking up into your mouth.

Your knees dig harshly into the gravel, though the feeling of Rhett’s hands in your hair and stroking your cheek grounds you. Makes you want to be his perfect pretty girl, that he’s proud of.

His length is considerable, the palm of your hand barely fitting around him. Stroking in time with the bob of your head, spit coats your lips and his cock. Dripping from your mouth as you push yourself farther down, wanting to feel him down the back of your throat.

The moan Rhett releases has you reeling, needed to feel him. You needed him to use you, to make you his, to have complete control over your body.

For your mind to turn off and just relax; to be his.

 You pull your mouth from his cock, making a small pop, a string of spit connected to the head and your lips. You look back up at Rhett, and you can see the slight questioning and worry in his eyes. The hand resting in your hair, falls to cradle your cheek alongside his other hand. You loved Rhett for this very reason, it didn’t matter the situation, if he thought you were uncomfortable then it was done.

You always looked so damn pretty on your knees, but the thought of you not being comfortable hand him quickly sobering up. Though as you stare at him doe-eyed, the bottom of your lip settled between your teeth, he’d realized that you were far from done.

“Want you to use me, daddy.”

Your hand gripping the back of his own, and rising to place his palm in the back into your hair. He grips the back of your hair slightly and a needy whine drips from your lips. You’re giving him a nodding plea, though he is still hesitant, worried about just how far you wanna go.

“Yours. To control.”

The words have his hips bucking into your parted lips, hand tightening in your hair, as he sets a brutal pace. You’d wanted this, need him to be in control. The hold he has over you relaxes your body. Your jaw goes slack as Rhett repeatedly nudges at the back of your throat, muffled moans echo through you, vibrations tracing up the base of Rhett’s spine.

The hand in your hair pushes and pulls you as Rhett decides, commanding you to his every will.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, and all mine.”

The words have you pushing yourself down father onto his cock, causing a harsh laugh to break from Rhett’s chest. His hand pushing you all the way down and holding, your face nudging at the base of his cock, as you choke on his length. The tears that prick your eyes fall when Rhett lets you up, setting the bruising pace again.

Your hand traces up from his thighs, grasping at his chest as he completely consumes your mind. The taste of him coating your tongue and the need to feel him release within your mouth is overwhelming. The slight stutter of his hips causes you to start bobbing your head, wanting to maintain the pace, needing him to come.

The harsh thrusts of his hips become erratic, his abdomen tightening under your hand, and it's only moments before ropes of cum are coating your tongue. You continue to suck at the tip, working to taste every last bit of him. The taste overwhelms your senses, as you give the tips a few last kitten licks.

Though Rhett is quick to pull you back up on your feet, his grip in your hair pulls you in for a harsh fast kiss. Your teeth clash and a moan falls from you, as Rhett licks into your mouth. Your hand's grip at his shoulders, head dizzy and high off him.

A yell out to Rhett is the only thing that pulls you from each other, notifying him that he was up in a bit. He gives you one last quick peck to your lips, before hopping up and situating himself. The dampness in your panties is not only still noticeable, but sustainably worse, causing you to shift slightly. Rhett catches your movement and a smirk spreads across his face.

“Can’t wait to get between those thighs.”

The harsh smack of his hand on your ass has you jumping, and glaring at him. Though it quickly fades, as you grab your hat from the bed of his truck. Placing it on your head you give Rhett a wicked grin, “Winners only get prizes.” You step away from Rhett, releasing his hand, and blowing him a kiss. “Good luck baby, would hate for someone else to get to claim your prize.”

Your turned and are gone before he can react. Leaving him to grit his teeth and shake his head, as he fixes the hat on his head. Kicking slightly at the tire on the truck, wound even tighter now than he was before you showed up.

“Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”

…

Rhett’s ride goes great, landing him in first place and an insured spot for the semi-finals. You’d left the rest of the Abbott family after he rode, telling them that he was giving you a ride home and that you would see them in the morning. You hadn’t realized it as you were walking, too consume in your own thoughts, as you walk right passed your brothers.

The feeling of a hand harshly grasping your forearm has you spinning around, while yanking your arm from the hold. The crowd had already started to disperse and while you were close to Rhett’s truck, you were still far enough away that you felt uneasy. Trevor glares at you, glancing up and down your form before scoffing.

“You a fuckin’ Abbott now?” The slight slur of his words has you rolling your eyes, leave it to Luke and Billy to leave Trevor alone drunk and pissed.

“Go home Trevor, I’m not doing this right now.”

You turn back around, heading towards Rhett’s truck, hoping that Trevor will give up for the night. You’d never been lucky when it came to your family, and while Trevor was clearly drunk, he could walk exceedingly well. His yelling alerts you that he is still following you.

Close enough to Rhett’s truck, you realize that he has yet to make it out yet, and had no way away from Trevor. You watch as he gets closer, the anger spreading within you. You’d never been afraid of a fight, so why the hell should this be any different.

“Why you been nippin’ at the bottle Trev? You stressed?”

You shouldn’t have been poking at him, but you couldn’t help it. He’d always been such an ass to you, and it made you hate him. After having hate and derogatory language, thrown at you by him your whole life, being beaten by him.

You didn’t care about him at all.

He could burn in hell, and you’d thank the devil for it.

“You’re such a little bitch you know that?”

His steps remain steady, and he closes in on you, one figure rising to point at you in accusation.

“Going over there and fuckin’ the enemy.”

You must have given him a confused look because he’s crowding in close to you now. Chest heaving and ready to lay it all on the line.

“The Abbotts aren’t anything but fucking trash, and they’re gonna lose everything. Might even light the match myself on that ranch.”

“What the fuck are you talking about Trevor?”

The churning in your gut doesn’t settle as you realize that your family had, in fact, been plotting against the Abbotts. Trevor’s phone call earlier ringing through your ears, the words I’ll kill her myself echoing in your mind. You’d never thought that Trevor was capable of killing, but that look in his eyes right now, so dead and lost. It told you everything you needed to know, Trevor could and would kill you if needed.

He paces back, turning away from you. The soles of your feet can’t move, glued to the gravel and back stuck against the hood of Rhett’s truck. Your eyes never leave him as he puts more and more distance between the two of you.

The crunch of the gravel sounds closer than he is, as he spins back around one last time. His eyes no longer hazed. No, Trevor looked like he had touched an ounce of liquor. The stillness between the two of you is unsettling, curing Rhett for taking so long. While Trevor comes to a complete standstill, waiting and watching you. Analyzing your every shutter and breath under his unnerving gaze.  

“It’s going to be fun, seeing your world fall apart.” Trevor pauses for a second, walking a bit closer to you, then pausing again. “and that ranch is going to be a nice little cherry on top, of seeing you break.”

Your blood runs cold at the threat, your eyes fading in and out of focus, frozen in terror of what your family was capable of and just how far they were willing to go. You’d wished that you could say it was a meaningless threat, one that Trevor wouldn’t make good on. But the harsh reality of it was, that lines had officially been drawn, and one family wasn’t going to make it out alive.

You’d be damned if it was the Abbotts.

[jungle-angel]

for the Cottagecore/ Rusticcore prompts, can you do 50 with Rhett?

OOooooooh Honey yes!!! Yes I absolutely will!!!! I've been wanting to do something like this since tomorrow, Lewy James is turning the big 3-0 (lol).

You and Rhett finally, after working all day, had a chance to sneak out the porch door and not worry about a damn thing.

It had been a hell of a day. Three mares had birthed their foals within the span of four hours, T-Bone, the old black angus bull, had nearly escaped into the other pasture and a runty little piglet needed to be brought in the house where you and Rhett had been taking care of him.

"Holy shit," Rhett sighed, looking up at the blue black expanse full of stars and the huge full moon glowing over the Abbott ranch. "No wonder everything's been crazy."

You laughed, coiling your arms around your husband's waist before he leaned down and kissed you on the lips. "How's the pig?" he asked.

"Well," you said. "I guess the little guy's gonna need a friend sooner than later."

"Darlin don't ask me to find a meerkat," Rhett laughed. "I'd ask Patrick but he'd probably smack me upside the head."

You laughed knowing it was true. You and Rhett got along perfectly well with your new neighbors, Patrick and Serefina Makeba, who owned the land bordering yours to the west. Patrick had time and again, come to help repair the fences that some of the neighborhood shitheads loved to tamper with and before any of you knew it, Royal and Rhett had themselves another ranch partner, one with an equally sick-twisted sense of humor and a distaste for the Burches and the elder Tillersons.

Rhett switched on the little speaker on the porch table, selecting the song from his endless Spotify playlist until he had the perfect one.

"My lady, may I have this dance?" he chuckled.

"I'd be insulted if you didn't ask."

As soon as "Dancing in the Moonlight" by King's Harvest had begun to play, Rhett had you dancing with him, barely a space between you as he spun you around and caught you in his arms, dipping you low to the ground and back up again, only to be met with a bruising kiss to the lips.

"Rhett James Abbott, you are a dirty gentleman," you chuckled.

"I try honey, I try."

You had never had so much fun as you had done then, the two of you dancing under the light of the full spring moon. There were two smiles that night, yours and Rhett's.......and a third.....but you didn't know it yet.