#rhett is dripping for the hole

[casperghosty]

Oh my God BOYFRIEND BEHAVIOR

They're so fucking cute OHMYGOD!!

and I love that they're just so comfortable with each other there is no "hey what are you doing bro", Rhett just accepted Link's gonna sit in his lap and I love that.

Link is so fuckin adorable the way he jumps and squirms because he got scared and Rhett just keeps scaring him 🫠

[rhettabbotts]

practice makes perfect - pornstar!rhett abbott x reader

pairing: pornstar!rhett abbott x inexperienced!fem!reader

summary: rhett wants to prepare you before your first day on set.

warnings: 18+ only. age gap. fingering. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. oral (f). squirting. rhett’s hairy chest.

a/n: i just wanted to give everyone a little taste of the man that is pornstar rhett! i’m so excited to world build and share more of this story! i hope you enjoy! <3

“You’re gonna have to relax, doll,” Rhett cooed as he spread your thighs apart. “You can’t be this stiff in front of the camera.”

“I’m just nervous,” you muttered timidly. “What if they don’t like me?”

“You’re gonna be a star, honey. We just gotta loosen you up. Here, sit up.”

Rhett’s strong arms pulled you into a sitting position, his large hands massaged your biceps gently. His cobalt blue eyes looked into yours and you fought the urge to look away. He was intimidating, but not in a scary way. He was larger than life in your eyes. And you were just a girl from a small town who barely had anything figured out.

“I’m not going to hurt you, doll. Promise. C’mon, shake it out,” he held you by the shoulders and shook you lightly, causing a soft giggle to escape your lips. “There it is, there’s that smile.”

He laid you back and started to place tender kisses against your neck, his lips burning a trail down your body in their descent. The day old stubble scratched across your sensitive skin. The soft glow coming from the lamp on the bedside table created a calming environment. At least it wasn’t hot, bright studio lights.

“You taste so sweet. Can’t wait to get my mouth on that beautiful pussy. Gonna taste like a damn peach,” Rhett spoke with a slight growl.

Your breath stuttered as he mouthed the edge of your panties. They weren’t special. A pale pink pair with frilly lining. His tongue ran along your folds through the cotton, flicking against your clit before doing the same motion a few more times. You could feel the cool air hitting against the wet spot and it sent shivers over your body.

Rhett didn’t waste much time pulling the panties to the side and dove right in. Expert tongue pointedly thrusting into your dripping hole. The lewd noises of his ministrations filled the large room. A sheen of sweat covered your bodies and you couldn’t stop your hips from bucking against his face.

“Goddamn… fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” Rhett mumbled before wrapping his lips around your swollen bud. The suction caused a scream to erupt from you and your juices covered his mouth and chin as your release hit you forcefully.

He slowed his movements but he didn’t pull back, instead he just slid two thick fingers into your fluttering hole. It didn’t take him long to find that special spot inside, curling his fingers and making a ‘come hither’ motion.

Your thighs trembled and your whimpers were loud and wanton. Rhett pulled away from you long enough to start running his mouth.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a damn leaf. You’re so damn sensitive. I bet I could make you come again if I just told you to. So eager to please. Such a good little girl. They’re gonna love you, sugar. Now, c’mon. Come for me, little girl.”

You came once more, this time harder than the first and you couldn’t hide the way you felt a little embarrassed at the sound of your wetness. You nearly soaked his hand. He hadn’t even pulled his fingers out before he was attaching his mouth to your cunt once more. Your third orgasm came quickly after the second and you drenched his face once more.

Rhett pulled away with a satisfied grin on his face, your release trailing down his chin and into his chest hair.

“Just as delicious as I thought. You whine like that in the movies and you’ll have every guy blowing their load in their pants,” he joked as he wiped your juices off with the back of his hand. You didn’t want to tell him but you were even more nervous. Because if Rhett wasn’t your scene partner, then how the hell would anyone ever make you come the way he just did?

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

Camping

The wind rustled the fabric of the tent as the two men inside shuffled on the uneven ground they’d set their sleeping bags on. It was a chilly night to be camping, but two large bodies warmed the tent, making it humid and warm. An owl hooted nearby, but other than that, the campsite was silent.

“So. Were you—” Link broke the silence only to be immediately interrupted by Rhett.

“This okay?” he asked.

“Oh. Um, yeah. That’s good,” Link replied, attempting to adjust himself in the pitch black. 

“It’s just that my back—” Rhett said, sounding apologetic. 

“I know. Tell me if we need to switch.” Link nudged Rhett’s arm, hoping to convey he understood. 

After a moment of silence, he continued. “So, were you serious? Or was it just part of the bit?”

“Was what part of the bit?” Rhett asked, confused. He moved and grunted, his knee knocking against Link’s leg.

“It’s never crossed your mind? Never?” Link tried clarifying as Rhett asked: “Can you move your leg a bit to the—?”

Link shifted on the tent floor, wincing as a sharp rock pressed against his back through the sleeping bag. “Better?”

“Yeah.” 

“Are you deflecting?” Link asked after the inside of the tent fell silent again, safe for the sounds of their mingled breaths.

“No. I just have no idea what you’re talking about!” Rhett snapped, exasperated.

“Kissing! That one More. You said—” 

“Oh. Oh!” Rhett finally understood.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t— Do we really have to talk about this now?”

“I don’t see why not,” Link said, although he was starting to feel a bit silly.

“Well, I mean…” Rhett moved in the dark, and Link could imagine him waving his arms around, motioning to their current positions.

“No time like the present,” Link said sheepishly.

Rhett sighed.

“Of course, it’s crossed my mind. Don’t be daft.”

“Daft?” Link let out a huff of laughter. “Are you suddenly British? You’ve been watching too much of that cooking show…”

“Oh, come on. It’s a bit hard to—”

Link smirked, and as if he could see it, Rhett immediately corrected himself.

“Difficult,” he said through clenched teeth. Link doesn’t have to see the eye roll to know it was there. “It’s a bit difficult to think coherent thoughts right now.”

“Fair. But you have thought about it?”

Rhett stilled, and Link swept a bead of sweat off of his brow.

“Haven’t you?” Rhett finally asked.

“Once or twice,” Link admitted, nudging his hips. Rhett answered the silent plea and begun thrusting again. His hand landed next to Link’s head for leverage.

“I just don’t think we—” Rhett said with a groan, his hips snapping faster as his hard length sank inside Link’s hole.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Link gasped. The sweet pressure inside him mounted, and he gripped Rhett’s waist, encouraging him to fuck harder.

“It’s not like we need to—” Rhett said, panting between the words. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Yeah,” Link said, not exactly sure what he was agreeing to.

“Can I come inside you?” Rhett’s breath suddenly ghosted along the shell of Link’s ear, and he shivered and bucked, making Rhett draw in a quick breath.

“Ugh, I’m gonna be dripping your come until morning.”

“Please. Oh, god. So good— It feels so good,” Rhett moaned, repositioning and wrapping his hand around Link’s leaking cock. Link’s body moved unbidden, spearing him onto Rhett’s cock as he jerked him off in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Fine. Jesus. Oh, just don’t stop,” Link managed to say before the pleasure took away his ability to speak. 

Later, when both men were sated, and Link was almost asleep, he heard Rhett whispering.

“I just think you were right.”

“Huh?” Link mumbled, barely awake.

“I think it would change everything.”

“For you?” Link asked with a lopsided grin, remembering his sassy line from the episode. Rhett shifted beside him, and then, something soft brushed against Link’s lips. It was barely a touch, and the next morning Link was sure he’d dreamt of both it and the whispered “for both of us” that followed.

[proudmythicalbeast]

I tried to write something rhinky! I haven't written in over a decade and I've never written smut, but I was inspired, so here goes nothing 💜

After a long day in the sun at the beach, Rhett just wants to shower and then lay naked, fan blowing him dry and cool. Link comes out of the shower to find him spread eagle across the whole bed, sun bleached curls fanned out framing his serene face, and the sight is just too much. Link is hard before he gets to the bed, starting to slowly stroke himself.

Rhett is warm and tired in a happy way and cracks his eyes to see Link at his head, looking down at his resting face with lust and love, cock in his hand. He steps closer as Rhett reaches out lazily to fondle his sack, eyes closing again. Link knows Rhett wants to sleep, but he can't help but want to paint his sun kissed face with cum, and Rhett is fine with that, judging by his fingers still gently trailing slow circles on the sensitive skin of Link's inner thigh and the smile playing at his lips.

Link continues to play with his long cock, languidly twisting around the head at the top of each pull, eyes running over the tan, freckled skin before him. Bringing one knee up on the bed next to Rhett's shoulder, he uses his free hand to trace a path down the taller man's bicep and forearm, back up the shivering stomach to rest on the chest, petting the curly hair there before beginning to lightly tweak the nipple closest to him.

They both know it won't be long, Link has been on edge all day, watching Rhett's exposed back muscles gather sweat and glisten in the sun, fighting the urge to push him towards a secluded dune, pull down his swimshorts and attack his sweet hole with a long tongue. Link is breathing heavy as he speeds up the hand clutching his cock while Rhett alternates kneading between each of his tightening balls.

All his muscles beginning to clench in anticipation of release, Link whimpers, "Fuck, you're so beautiful," as his right hand trails up to Rhett's neck. Rhett responds by tilting his chin up and to the right, mouth opening slightly, eyes still closed and relaxed, though his body is beginning to tremble with arousal, his manhood thickening. The little point of his tongue peeking out, searching for a taste, is enough to spur Link past the point of no return.

His right hand moves to his finish the job while he roughly grabs Rhett's silky waves with his left, bringing them closer together as milky cum starts to spurt across Rhett's face, covering his lips and cheeks, even reaching to his ear, but most makes it to it's target, dripping onto his tongue. Rhett's eyes open now, suddenly very awake as he bridges the gap to fully envelope the head of Link's cock in his mouth and pull the last of the cum from the man above him, crying out from the pain and pleasure. When he's satisfied that he's gotten it all, he releases his overstimulated lover with a throaty moan.

Wide green eyes meet hooded stormy blues, and Link growls as he straddles Rhett's waist and captures his mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting the remains of the release together. "Your turn," Link whispers against his lips.

[captainsourwolf]

okay hear me out.

everyone knows about link’s crush on john mayer. it’s no secret, he happily told everyone on camera his crush is the singer. nobody is surprised of course, least of all rhett, because rhett is the one that gets to hold his hand and love him and fuck him and kiss him and do all the things john mayer just wishes he could fucking do with link neal.

which okay, maybe rhett’s a little jealous sometimes. but he can’t help it. john mayer gets brought up and link’s eyes light up, this spot on his throat that ticks when his pulse rate spikes starts jumpin’, he gets this weirdly euphoric look on his face because he gets to talk about his stupid crush. the last time he reacted like that to rhett was when they were in college and he thought he was being smooth hiding his feelings.

okay so rhett is a lot jealous. sue him.

one day at the creative house he walks in and link’s playing an old john mayer cd and rhett’s blood instantly boils. he follows the source straight into link’s office where link is bebopping his head along to some stupid song about something stupid and rhett clenches a fist before he can even stop himself.

“link,” rhett would huff when he’s ignored only to feel bad a second later. he’s had crushes before. he remembers what it feels like.

but this different. this is link getting weirdly giddy when the other man is brought up, this is him bringing the singer up any chance he gets, it’s link acting like a teenager experiencing his first boner because someone made him feel all tingly.

rhett hates it. supremely. with everything in him.

which is why he can’t be blamed when he slaps his hand on link’s dumb boom box he just had to have and effectively stops john mayer’s crooning. link jumps in surprise and finally notices rhett has entered the room.

“hey—! i was listening to that!” but he isn’t angry, just peeved, cheeks flushing a bit when he glares at rhett and gets up to turn it back on.

rhett is taller and bigger so he blocks the boom box and crosses his arms.

“maybe im tired of listening to john mayer all the time,” rhett snips and link huffs and his mouth pops open into a perfect ring and he looks a bit murderous for a second if rhett’s bring totally honest. “your crush is cute, but come on, do we gotta listen to him all the time?”

link gets all huffy again and throws his hands in the air. “it’s not a crush, shut up, man,” he grumbles. but the spot on the back of his neck that gives him away all the time flares up and he reaches up to scrub at it.

“you loooooove him?” rhett teases. he can do that. he can tease, even if it means reverting back to when he was a high schooler that thought the way to a girl’s heart was through jokes and rude comments. he grins a little when link looks away, to the side and down, rubbing that spot even harder.

“shuddup, rhett.” there’s no venom to it, just a bit of amusement and embarrassment to go with the pinkness rising up his neck.

“you wanna hold his hand and swoon over him while he sings to you?”

link’s blush disappears under the collar of his—surprisingly enough—john mayer sweatshirt. the one that’s cream colored and splashed with pinks and blues, and looks soft against his skin.

“rhett—“

rhett grins a cheeky little grin and leans against the table the boom box is on.

“want him to wine and dine you? show you a good time?”

link’s tells are starting to pop out: shifting on his feet, scrubbing his neck, pushing at his glasses, fidgeting with his wedding ring. rhett is hitting every button and it sends a thrill through him knowing he’s making link a bit hot under the collar.

and of course that’s when he notices the blush deepen when he says “show you a good time” and the subtle way link is trying to adjust his pants. rhett swallows and licks his lips and thinks he could have some fun with this. he is jealous after all. get link hot, get him off, remind him rhett is the one he should be blushing for.

“want john mayer to kiss you, link?” rhett shoves away from his perch and stalks towards him. link licks his lips and looks down at the floor, shuffles his feet.

“you don’t—“ link shrugs and huffs. “you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

rhett bumps link’s chest he gets so close. dips down and kisses his hot cheek, his ear, tugs on it with his teeth a little.

“you wanna fuck him?” rhett whispers and tugs again. link whimpers a little, a tiny thing rhett almost doesn’t hear. when he registers that’s what he heard, he rears back enough to see link’s cheeks ruddy and hot and giving him away. rhett swallows, shuffles closer, feels an unmistakable bulge pressing into his leg.

link is hard. the realization makes the jealousy burn in rhett’s gut.

“do you want him to fuck you?” rhett murmurs and that’s the clencher. link’s cheeks turn tomato red and it disappears down his neck into that silly sweatshirt and his cock twitches on rhett’s hip.

link swallows so hard his throat clicks and he shoves rhett back, hardly far enough to put any space between them, but still. he glares up at rhett with no heat, digs fists into rhett’s shirt, yanks him down into a kiss that’s more bite than anything.

they don’t do things half-assed that’s for sure. link is naked and bent over his desk in no time, rhett naked and two fingers deep with spit and lube they keep hidden in the desk and leaning over link’s backside to get at his ear. breath hot and damp and making link shiver.

“wonder how good it’d feel to have john mayer’s fingers up your ass, baby? think his are as thick as mine?” link moans so loud rhett feels it in chest. his dick twitches at the sound.

link is a needy whiny mess. looks fucked out already spread out on his own desk, back heaving, cock dripping a sticky trail on his thigh and the floor. rhett can see his eyes where he’s leaning close, can see how dopey and unfocused they are just from rhett finger fucking him and talking about another man. the jealousy only makes him harder, makes him get a little rough with it, crooking his fingers just right to make link jerk and moan.

rhett pulls his fingers free and link whines and chases the feeling. he’s on his knees behind link biting an ass cheek and dragging his thumb over link’s stretched hole, teasing and kind of all over the place, not really knowing what he wants to do just that he wants to do it. so he makes link turn over, gets his mouth on a thigh, on a hip, on his balls, at the base of his cock.

“such a good singer, must have a nice mouth, too. surely he does.” link’s head thunks on the desk and he whines again, raises his hips to try and get rhett’s mouth on him. “think he can suck a cock with that nice mouth?”

“rhett—“

rhett licks him from root to tip, sloppy and messy, precum and spit wetting his beard, shining up his lips.

“want him to suck you off, link? fuck his mouth the way you do mine?” rhett gets a weak kick to his thigh and fingers winding in his hair. link leans up, on his free elbow, peers down at rhett all fucked out and horny and desperate. he growls and yanks rhett’s head back to look at him, at his flushed and sweaty face and his perky nips, taut belly, his cock throbbing and wet. “admit it,” rhett huffs a laugh and digs his fingers into link’s thighs.

“what if i do?” link admits, voice too rough around the edges.

that just won’t do.

rhett growls this time and shoves link’s hand off his head then stands, fits himself between link’s thighs. they stare at each other a moment, link smirking in challenge, rhett glaring. he roughly grabs link around the knees, hikes his legs up till he’s resting his calves on rhett’s sweaty shoulders. he drags his cock along rhett’s, the tease, and moans, smirk widening when rhett chokes a little.

“come on, then, fuck me, rhett, bet john mayer—“ it’s enough for rhett clamp a hand over his mouth, use the other one to slick himself up and line up and slip the head of his cock in link’s tight hole. link’s clipped off moan and the way he shudders it out makes rhett’s head spin.

again, they don’t do things half-assed, ever. rhett gives him his time to adjust, barely enough, and fucks into him messy and quick. link licks his palm and bites at the meat of his hand but rhett doesn’t budge. he keeps his hand there and pulls out and thrusts back in, starting up a steady rhythm. doesn’t take long to build a pace that punches the air out of link’s lungs.

link’s legs slip and wind around rhett’s waist. he yanks rhett forward and down, brow knitting when rhett’s cock hits deeper, smoother. rhett finally removes his hand and winds it through link’s hair and presses their chests together.

this close he can see the thin ring of blue left, the freckle beside his eye, the sweat beading on his upper lip. he tilts link’s head back and bites at his throat, takes his time sucking a bruise into the delicate skin over his jugular. he soothes it then goes back in for more and fucks link harder, making the desk rattle and groan under their combined weight and pace.

“this good enough?” rhett asks, having to stop and catch his breath before he can continue speaking. he starts a slow grind, barely out and right back in, making sure link feels it when he shoves his cock deep and presses his pelvis right up against link’s ass. “could he do it better?” the legs around his waist tighten.

“want that crooner to fuck you like this?” link’s breathing changes, hitches a little around his throat, and he’s scrambling to get his fingers in rhett’s hair, on rhett’s body. they slip on his back and end up around his waist, back in his hair, down again to his belly before finally giving up and squeezing around rhett’s neck. “want him to screw you against your desk all nice and slow? or get you on your belly and hold your head down and make you feel it?”

link gasps and rhett is done with the grinding, the slow pace, and sits back, holding onto link’s thighs. link can’t get a grip on anything in time and nearly bangs into the wall behind him, moaning loud and strangled, and reaching for rhett.

it’s always a punishing pace when they’re like this. rhett can’t help it. he likes to watch link fall apart like this, a sweaty mess, mouth open around choked off and desperate sounds, back arching as rhett fucks him. and he likes it when link finally blissfully falls apart.

rhett watches link’s face contort, his brows knitting so tight he’ll have a headache later, hands searching for something to hold onto. he’s almost there and he hasn’t even been touched since rhett got him up here. rhett loves it when he’s so horny for it that he cums untouched.

this time there’s an edge to it, a sting, and rhett can’t help himself from catching link’s eye, watching when he finally focuses enough to catch on.

“he fuck you better than i can, baby?”

and link loses it, jizzes all over himself in thick spurts, seemingly never ending as rhett screws him through it and he keeps cumming, speechless with it. he clenches around rhett’s cock, still a tease even when he’s just blown his load so hard he’s probably seeing stars. rhett likes that part, too.

link starts muttering little yeah’s and come on’s, fighting the over sensitivity and squeezing around rhett’s dick to milk it out of him. doesn’t take much, he was already about there, so when link sits up and drags fingers through the mess and reaches between them to feel where rhett’s fucking him and slick him up, that does him in. his hips stutter and he moans and folds in on himself, nearly loses his footing and takes link with him.

after a moment he finds he’s got his face buried in link’s neck, breathing evening out, mouth still hanging loose in satisfaction. link’s got him held up with an arm around his back, other propping himself up on the desk so he doesn’t fall.

takes a second but he gets himself together enough to unstick himself from link’s body. his dick slips out and with it a trickle of his release. link’s quiet moan and the way his ass clenches makes him chuckle and use his middle finger to plug it back in.

“it’s so gross when you do that.”

“you love it,” rhett laughs again and link flutters around him, sighing in resignation.

his blush is back. rhett sees it traveling from his cheeks to his neck to his chest. he’s embarassed, probably a little turned on still if the way his dick gives a valiant effort at twitching is anything to go by. but overall he’s spent and he lays back.

it’s quiet for a moment as rhett just waits for link to chill, to get himself together enough to face rhett’s amused stare. when he finally looks he has this softness there, in his eyes and around his mouth, only for rhett.

“you know you’re the only one,” he states it simply, quietly, pink in his cheeks flaring up for a moment.

rhett gathers him into a hug and kisses his temple.

“as if id ever believe john mayer could fuck you as good as me,” he whispers.

“oh my god. i hate you.”

rhett shakes his head, knowing better.

“nah, you love me.”

[lallyloo]

Limoncello

When Rhett first mentioned making his own limoncello, Link had mostly tuned him out. Rhett was constantly talking about cooking, or brewing, or smoking various meats – all so he could throw parties and impress people. The idea of infusing lemon peels in vodka for a month just to impress people seemed a bit stupid to Link.

But when Rhett showed up at the creative house on a Thursday night carrying a fresh bottle of limoncello, Link’s interest was finally piqued. It did look tasty. It was bright yellow and syrupy looking and when Rhett popped open the bottle, the lemon smell was so strong Link swore he could already taste it.

“MY LEEEMONCHELLAAA!” Rhett exclaimed as the scent filled the air. He sounded like an old Italian grandfather, and he brought the fingertips of his right hand up to his mouth to do a chef’s kiss. “IT SMELLA SO GOOD-AH!”

Link just stared at him with mild amusement.

“LINK-AH WOULDA YOU LIKE-AH SOME OF MY LEEEEEEMONCHELLAAAA.”

“Sure.”

“I WILL GETTA SOME FOR YOU,” Rhett pointed to the kitchen door, gesturing for Link to leave, “YOU-AH GO SIT-AH. I WILL BRING-AH IT TO YOU.”

“Do you want me to get some glasses?”

“NO-AH!” Rhett carried on with his ridiculous accent, “YOU GO. I SAID I WILL BRING-AH IT TO YOU. GO! GO!”

Link laughed as Rhett shooed him out of the kitchen.

By the time Rhett joined him, with the bottle resting in a bowl filled with ice, his over exaggerated accent had mellowed a little.

“You need-ah to keep it chilled-ah. Cold. Like, with-ah some ice!”

He handed Link a small stemmed glass and Link held it still while Rhett poured.

“You can put-ah some mint-ah leaves in too, but I did not think-ah you’d like-ah that.”

“I appreciate it,” Link replied, “but your Italian accent needs work.”

“You hate-ah my accent?” Rhett grinned at him, “Link-ah! You hurt-ah my heart with your words!”

Link rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t keep from smiling.

Rhett settled in beside him, poured his own glass, and they got to work.

They sipped the first glass slowly while brainstorming ideas together, and Rhett was too distracted by their latest Instagram sketch idea to continue with the accent.

By the second glass, Rhett had slipped back into his accent a little, just when he took a sip from his glass, “mmmm that’s a good-ah leeeeemonchellaaaa.”

A warm, comfortable feeling had settled over Link and he was leaning into Rhett a little more than usual. They were still writing, and their thoughts were flowing freely, but both suspected their ideas might seem less ingenious the following morning in the sober light of day.

They probably should’ve stopped at two glasses. By the end of their third glass, Rhett was stuck in a full-on Italian accent, and Link was giggling so much he was crying.

It was stupid, but the more Link drank the funnier Rhett seemed to get, and by the time he was finished his third glass he was pretty sure Rhett had never been so hilarious. Link couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much, and he could only stare at Rhett with fondness as Rhett overemphasized every word and movement. Rhett was laughing too, his eyes crinkling at the edges, and even though it was all ridiculous, Link couldn’t take his eyes off him.

Rhett kept it up, if only to keep Link laughing. He loved seeing Link laugh, it made him look younger and happier, and Rhett would do anything to keep him smiling.

“ARE YOU DRUNK-AH?”

“I think so,” Link grinned, “are you?”

“AH YES. I AM DRUNK-AH AS A SKUNK-AH.”

Link giggled in response.

“IT’S TOO BAD WE ARE DRUNK-A. I WOULD LIKE-AH TO TAKE-AH YOU FOR A RIDE-AH ON MY BEESEEKLETTA. “

“Your what?”

“MY BEE-SEE-KLETTA. ELECKTRIC A-BEE-SEE-KLETTA.”

“Your electric bicycle?” The force of Link’s laughter propelled him forward on the couch, and he wriggled next to Rhett, overcome with a fit of giggles.

“YES-AH.”

“You wanna take me for a ride on your electric bicycle?” Link was laughing so hard tears were coming to his eyes, and he wiped at them as he gasped for breath.

“AH YES. MY BEESEEKLETTA FOR YOU MY LINK-AH.”

“Rhett,” Link choked out, “you can take me for a ride anytime.”

Rhett gasped, feigning shock. “LINK-AH. SO FORWARD. I’D TAKE-AH YOU FOR A RIDE.”

“Would ya?” Link stared at him, almost like it was a dare between them, and neither one was quite sure what Rhett’s reply was because suddenly Link was tugging his shirt off, swinging a leg over Rhett’s thigh, and climbing onto his lap.

Rhett didn’t stop him, he just looked at Link with a surprised sense of awe.

“What’re you..?” Rhett attempted to ask, his accent suddenly gone, but he didn’t mean it. He wasn’t looking for an explanation, or for Link to stop.

Link answered by leaning in and kissing him.

Link’s mouth tasted of sugared lemons, and Rhett’s mind suddenly slipped back to warm summer days at the river, when they’d swim for hours and then sit on the banks and drink homemade lemonade. He remembered water droplets on Link’s sun-kissed skin and the sugary mustache over his top lip, and the one time Rhett couldn’t resist it any longer and he kissed Link, tasting the tart lemon on his tongue and the sweetness of his mouth.

Rhett swore he’d never tasted anything sweeter, but Link’s limoncello mouth came close.

“My leeemonchellaaa,” Rhett whispered in a weak attempt to get one last joke in.

“Oh god, Rhett,” Link laughed, tugging Rhett’s shirt up over his head, “just shut up and touch me.”

He claimed Rhett’s mouth again, sliding his tongue over Rhett’s lips, coaxing Rhett’s tongue to lick at his, effectively quieting any verbal response.

Rhett settled his hands on Link’s hips, touching hesitantly for a second before grabbing more forcefully, pressing hard, holding Link down and pushing up against him. Rhett’s cock swelled and he was overcome with the desire for Link to know it, he wanted Link to feel it as he thrust up.

Link rutted down into him, urgent and needy, letting Rhett know he felt him.

Rhett brought his mouth, still sticky with liqueur, down to Link’s chest and licked over a nipple, and Link groaned, grabbing Rhett’s hair and holding him there. Rhett licked and sucked until Link guided his head over to lick at the other side. Rhett took the hard bud in his mouth and flicked over it with his tongue until Link was groaning and writhing in his lap.

Link pushed him away gently, and Rhett watched as Link unzipped his grey jeans and took out his cock, giving himself a hard squeeze. The head of his cock was already wet and more precum pooled at the tip and dripped down his shaft.

“Look.” Link gave himself a slow stroke. “You got me so hard.”

Rhett watched Link touch himself, his hand sliding slick over his dick as he stared at Rhett, and then Rhett reached to pull him closer. Link arched his back as Rhett’s arms went around him, and Rhett slid a hand down the back of Link’s jeans, slipping past the waistband of Link’s boxer briefs. He touched the soft skin there, smoothing over Link’s ass before slipping a finger between his cheeks, and Link let out a shaky breath as Rhett’s fingers ghosted over his hole.

“Rhett, yeah..”

Link arched his back further, pushing his ass into Rhett’s hand, encouraging, wanting, begging Rhett to touch him there, really touch him, more than just a tease.

Rhett pulled his hand out, slicked his middle finger with saliva and slipped his hand back down Link’s jeans, slicking over his hole and pushing in just a bit, just enough to make Link close his eyes and sigh “yeah, Rhett, finger me.”

Rhett’s cock strained under Link as he slid his finger in further, up to the second knuckle, and he eased it in and out a few times, gently finger-fucking Link’s hole.

“Aw fuck,” Link moaned, “just like that.”

Link leaned over suddenly, grabbing the limoncello and taking another drink directly from the bottle. Then he kissed Rhett again, sloppy, wet, sticky, sweet.

He tasted like tart lemons and sugar syrup and Rhett couldn’t get enough of him. He licked back into Link’s mouth, trying to find and savour every last taste of him as he teased him with his finger.

Link’s hand moved frantically over himself, his cock trapped between their bodies, as Rhett’s finger slid in to the last knuckle and he curved it a little, just enough to make Link moan again. Rhett continued, teasing, touching the heat inside Link’s body, easing in and out until Link was gasping against his mouth and coming between himself and Rhett, wet warmth pooling between them as he fucked himself on Rhett’s finger.

Rhett remained in awe about it all, easing his finger out carefully and watching as Link regained his bearings – his own sense of awe settling gently across his face as he looked at Rhett. Then he smiled, and he looked so beautiful Rhett couldn’t do anything but pull Link’s body up, leaning down to meet his cock and suck him in. Link gasped at the overstimulation, but he just watched as Rhett licked him clean.

When Rhett was finished, Link slid down Rhett’s body, trailing sticky kisses across Rhett’s chest and over his stomach, licking the last streaks of his own cum off Rhett’s belly until he was on the floor between Rhett’s thighs. Rhett’s cock was tenting his jeans and Link nudged his face against it before pulling at the denim covering Rhett’s thighs.

“Unzip, get these off.”

Rhett unzipped and lifted his hips as Link yanked down his jeans, pulling Rhett along too until he was nearly on his back, his cock resting heavy against his thigh, and his legs jutting out from the couch. Link left Rhett’s jeans bunched around his knees, and crawled over him to reach his cock.

Link grabbed the bottle again, taking another swig of limoncello, and then put his mouth on Rhett’s cock, sucking over him, his lips and tongue all sticky and cool from the alcohol. He tongued at the head of Rhett’s cock, licking into the slit until Rhett’s hips were jerking from the overstimulation.

“Link, it’s too much” Rhett groaned.

Link pulled away for a second, “you just taste so good.”

Link tongued at him one more time and curled his lips around the head of Rhett’s cock, and then he pulled back to take another swig of limoncello. He brought his lips together over Rhett’s dick and let some of the alcohol spurt from his mouth, trailing down over Rhett’s shaft, cool and sticky.

Then Link took him in again, sucking hungrily, tasting every inch of Rhett’s cock with his tongue. Rhett wanted to make it last but he couldn’t. Link’s slick, sticky mouth was too much and Rhett could feel his orgasm rushing up quickly.

“Link, I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah, do it,” Link pulled his mouth away for a second, licking down Rhett’s shaft, “you should come in my mouth.”

“Link,” Rhett breathed a final warning, and Link brought his mouth back up just in time to take him in, sucking over him sweet and sticky, swallowing down every shot of Rhett’s cum.

After a moment, Link moved up to settle in beside him, both of them still half-naked and Rhett’s jeans still around his knees. Link brought the bottle up to Rhett’s mouth and tipped it, giving him a little taste, and then Link brought it up to his own lips to take another sip.

Rhett sighed, “ahh my leeeemonchella.”

“Your leeemonchella,” Link echoed with a grin. “So good, my Rhett-ah.”

Rhett smiled quietly to himself, and then nearly choked when Link spoke again

“But I still wanna ride your beeseekletta.”

[rhettabbotts]

I need sex at the druve in with babysitter reader

in the still of the night - dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: rhett can’t keep his hands off you at the drive-in.

warnings: 18+ only. smut. fingering. cockwarming. dirty talk. edging. semi-public sex. nearly getting caught. daddy kink per usual.

“Rhett, we can’t,” you nearly whimpered as his calloused palm slowly made its way under your skirt. The movie had just started but you were quickly becoming uninterested.

“C’mon, baby. Let me feel you. I know you want it. Can feel how wet you already are,” Rhett said, his right arm reaching around your shoulders to grab a handful of your breast. His stubbled jaw was scratching against the sensitive part of your neck deliciously and you could feel him sucking a hickey into your jaw.

“You’re hornier than a teenage boy,” you said in a slight teasing tone.

“Can’t help it when your ass looks like a damn peach in that skirt. Just wanna eat you up. No one’s gonna even see us, angel. Be a good girl and move those panties to the side.”

His thick fingers traced a delicate line from your swollen clit to your dripping hole before he shoved two digits in roughly. You bucked against the bench seat of his truck and gasped loudly. The unoccupied hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a bruising kiss while his fingers thrusted in and out in a toe curling pace.

“Listen to how sweet you sound. My good little girl. You like getting off like this.”

“Daddy!”

“That’s right, little darlin’. Moan for me.”

“Need you. Wan’ feel you,” you pouted, whining loudly when he brushed against your most sensitive areas.

It didn’t take him no time to unbuckle his belt and shimmy his jeans down his thighs and pulled you into his lap. He lowered you onto his cock after teasing your hole with the wet tip. You wanted so desperately to bounce on him but he wouldn’t let you. He kept you still by the tight grip he had on your hips.

“Just sit here and enjoy the show, baby.”

“But, daddy-“

“Shhh, m’trying to enjoy the movie.”

You wanted to smack the smirk off his face.

He adjusted his hips and it caused you to jolt forward, your hand bracing onto the truck horn causing a few heads to turn your way.

“Shit,” you mumbled. Meanwhile, Rhett just breathed out a small laugh.

His index finger started making small circles around your bundle of nerves, a touch that was barely there. Each time he’d feel you squeeze his cock he’d pull away, never letting you get quite where you wanted to be. And it went on that way until the credits were rolling on the film.

“That was fun,” Rhett said, patting your thigh gently. “Wanna stay for the second movie?”

“If you don’t take me home right now to fuck me, I will break up with you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You couldn’t help but smile at each other as Rhett peeled out of the gravel parking lot. It was going to be a fun night.

[harper44]

"Why did I agree to this?" Rhett groans, rubbing the hem of his shirt between his fingers.

Link smirks up at him from the bed, "Because you want it and now you're just being dramatic. Lemme see." Sighing, Rhett finally pulls his shirt over his head, revealing that the only "garment" he's wearing is the candy g-string. The sight wipes the smirk right off Link's face.

Obviously there's no way his dick would fit in that thing, so it hangs to the side, slowly hardening under Link's scrutiny. It isn't tight, per say, but Rhett worries that if he moves at all one of the strings will snap. "Fuck, Rhett," Link breathes, reaching out to touch him but stopping a few inches short like he doesn't know where to start. Blue eyes glance up, "Lay down for me?"

Rhett nods and gets on the bed, butterflies fluttering lazily in his stomach because he'll never get used to the way Link looks at him when they do stuff like this. He lays back on the pillows, more comfortable like this than he was standing, watching Link decide what he wants.

Goosebumps rise on Rhett's skin as Link brushes his fingers along the string of candy at his hip and Rhett smiles. "Want a taste?" he asks.

"Fuck, yes," Link practically groans, instantly dipping down to press kisses to his abdomen, tonguing at the candy to taste the sugar. He feels the graze of teeth as Link bites off a couple of pieces before dragging his tongue up the underside of his dick and effectively making him fully aroused. Then, he bites and licks at his hip bones some more, leaving stickiness in his wake on Rhett's skin.

With gentle hands, he spreads his thighs and moans lowly at the sight, quickly diving right in to lick at his taint and balls, sucking a lot of the candy off the string in the process. Rhett moans and whines as a result of the man's mouth, fingers threading through salt and pepper hair.

Rhett groans in frustration when he realizes Link's mission. He's working on eating all the candy, though sparing Rhett plenty of pleasure, he won't let him get off until he's done. He bites off the pieces teasingly close to his cock that's leaking against his hip. Link sucks a few hickeys along his path, chuckling when Rhett groans particularly loudly when he hits a sweet spot. Mercifully, he takes a break from his task to take the head of Rhett's dick into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue just right so that Rhett presses his head back into the pillows and whines, overwhelmed by the stimulation after having wanted it this whole time.

Patting his thigh, Link says, "Turn over." Rhess sighs and does as asked, gripping the sheets as his cock is given friction against the fabric. Link gets to work on the string of candy at his waist, leaving soft kisses all over his lower back and making Rhett pant into a pillow, trying so hard not to thrust into the mattress. Warm hands spread his cheeks and Link's hot mouth works it's way down his crack. Saliva rolls down obscenely and drips off his balls, making Rhett whimper in need.

At last, Link reaches his twitching hole, running his tongue around the ring of muscle before slowly working him open. Rhett moans and his hips start to press back, desperate for more. Link doesn't hesitate to simply bury his face in Rhett's ass and fuck him with his tongue, hands finding his hips to help him rut into the sheets.

"Link!" Rhett shouts finally, muscles clenching as he cums between himself and the mattress. Link's hands smooth over his back as he comes down and eventually turns over to look at his partner. Link looks almost as fucked out as he feels, still rock hard in his pants.

"The candy wasn't actually that good."

[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

(I just thought I’d share my thirst for dirty!Rhett. See below cut:)

This video makes me think of Link putting the phone down after filming that bit and following Rhett into the middle room. He takes hold of Rhett’s shirt and rips it clean off of him and pushes him onto the bed.

Link climbs on top of him and rides him like a wild thing. Hands in his own hair, whining and moaning. While he does it, Rhett keeps growling and mumbling all these dirty things that make them both go crazy.

“Aren’t you a pretty, little thing, Neal?”

“Riding my thick cock so nicely.”

“Gonna make me come hard, aren’t you?”

“Gonna be dripping my cum all night long if you keep this up.”

“Wanna dirty up that tight, little ass and that gorgeous face.”

“Don’t you dare stop. Move those legs. I want you unable to walk after I’m done with you.”

“Suck on my fingers, you little slut. I know you want me in every hole.”

“You gonna come? You gonna spread your cum all over my chest. You gonna lick it all off if you do it.”

“There you go, baby. Give it all to daddy.”

[rhinkthreeways]

Peach (Smutty Version)

Peach tea and peach pie were served at the office for Link’s birthday. It made sense, it was well-known that he preferred pies to cakes. And there were several references to his “Sweet Peach, know your worth” quotable moment. 

On the ride home, Link commented that he’d had his fill of peaches, and Rhett said there was still one sweet peach that he was dying to get a taste of - if that was something Link was willing to explore. 

Link had his reservations. This wasn’t on his go-to menu of sexual activities. 

Rhett was patient, giving him privacy to clean himself, and drawing a bath for him to relax in and reflect on whether or not he wanted to try it. 

Peaches-and-cream scented candles adorned the windowsill, and Link didn’t imagine the peachy color of the towels was a coincidence.

Rhett had put a lot of thought into this proposal.

Link knew Rhett would never pressure him into something he didn’t want to do, and somehow that just made him want to do nearly everything that Rhett suggested. 

Rhett was his safe space. 

Link covered himself with a robe before moving into the bedroom. 

“How you feelin’?” Rhett asked carefully. 

“As ready as I’m gonna be.”

“If it’s too weird or uncomfortable, you tell me and we’ll stop. We can do something more... familiar, or just. Get dressed. Watch a movie? The point is for you to feel treasured, gorgeous, and mouth-watering.”

Link felt himself swell with the heat of Rhett’s words as Rhett took his place kneeling behind Link. 

Link shrugged out of his robe, tucking it underneath himself like another blanket. Rhett placed his hands over Link’s round ass and jiggled it in his hands. He smoothly stroked along his cleft with his thumbs before leaning down to exhale a hot puff of breath on his skin before leaning in to finally get his lips on Link’s sweet peach. 

“Rhett…” Link murmured, body seemingly torn between loosening or seizing up.

Rhett kissed the pink ring of muscle lightly, sending Link into shivers and moans. He ghosted his lips over his hole, gently touching at the sensitive nerve-endings beneath the hot skin, teasing his tongue over Link’s taint nearly making him giggle at the ticklish sensation. 

As Link’s body relaxed in Rhett’s care, he lowered himself against the robe. The tension diffused from his taut form as he began to open, wordlessly offering himself to Rhett.

Rhett caught a glimpse of Link with his eyes slipped serenely shut, plump lips hanging slightly open.

Rhett licked at him again, broadening his pointy tongue to lick at Link - broad strokes shifting toward pressing motions, feeling how Link’s body welcomed the intrusion.

Rhett used thick fingers to pull Link farther apart, spreading him wide to gain more access. He only withdrew when his drool began to drip down his beard. He licked his lips at the sight of Link’s full body blushing from his pretty face down to his broad, angular shoulders. 

Rhett ogled the sight of Link’s hole twitching and glistening with saliva. His thumb down, pressed and rubbed until Link was moaning and wiggling to Rhett’s satisfaction. 

“Fuck…” Link whimpered, fingers clutched hard into the bedding as his hips shifted back against Rhett’s tongue, not so subtly begging for more. 

Link rutted against the bed, into the towel below his hips. The coarse material was a bit rough, but the sensation was balanced by the pleasure coming from Rhett’s tongue. He could feel Rhett smile against his skin as he got closer and pressed deeper - making Link’s body jump as his vision went fuzzy; a hoarse, wrecked moan dragged itself from Link’s throat as his hips continued jutting backward. 

Rhett held Link’s hips firmly in his hands, never allowing Link to lose sight of how strong he was. He lapped at Link's skin and spat so that his pink hole was wet and glistening. Link whined and arched his back when the spit ran down his balls, bringing Rhett's attention to Link’s leaking hard-on. 

Link shifted his weight to get a hand on himself, but Rhett wasn’t about to let Link do anything himself. He slid his own hand down to fondle Link's balls and cock before properly tugging at him. 

"Nnnnngh ..." Link groaned, hips beginning to tremble. Rhett kissed his hole, licked his lips and leaned back down to slip his tongue back inside the heat of Link's ass, releasing another broken moan from Link. 

Rhett looked up to see Link rhythmically squeezing his fist tangled up in the blankets, his face tight and flushed. Rhett couldn’t make out many words as Link babbled under his breath; though he did catch ‘God’ and ‘please’; ‘fuck’ and ‘Rhett’.

Link planted his knees to better prop his hips up, poking his sweat-slicked ass into the air. Rhett gripped Link’s hips between his hands and brought  his ass to meet his lips one last time, licking in easily now Link was so wide open and hungry. Rhett fucked Link's ass with his twisting tongue until Link’s little mewls turned to howls, then one long continuous cry as he fisted the sheets, throwing his head back and grinding his hips back desperately against Rhett’s face. Then thrusting forward into his robe.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Link whimpered, his voice high and shaky. "I'm there, Rhett, I'm right fucking there. Just—" 

Link's breathing hitched as Rhett shook his head, and wriggled his tongue. Link's body convulsed as his orgasm tore through him, accompanied by a scream that filled the bedroom. 

Rhett dropped his hips to the bed, playfully slapping Link's ass and making him yelp; come dribbling out the head of his spent cock, trickling down his shaft. 

Rhett crawled up to lie on top of Link’s back, tugging at his ear until Link turned his head enough that he could kiss Link’s slack, smiling face. Rhett then buried his nose happily against Link’s jaw.

“Happy birthday, sweet peach. Hope you always know your worth.”

[marvelmymarvel]

Tomorrow Is Another Day

Part 1/3

George Luz x Medic!Reader

Ronald Speirs x Medic!Reader

Synopsis: After George Luz finds out that you are the same girl from high school, he’s heartbroken from your lies. Confiding in Ronald Speirs, you find love again and this time, it feels correct. However, a moment in the woods sparks feelings between you and George that you wish would just go away. Will you stick to your guns and stay with Ron? Or will George’s persistence win you back? Only time will tell. After all, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

Story 1: Old Memories, Same Crush (1, 2, 3)

Story 2: Tomorrow Is Another Day (1, 2, 3)

Story 3: TBD

A/N: This three-part story will be a little different than the first. Instead of flashbacks, there will be more action and drama. Also more references to Gone with the Wind (In the form of quotes that tie in with the paragraph below it) because why not. 

“Child, it’s a very bad thing for a woman to face the worst that can happen to her, because after she’s faced the worst she can’t ever really fear anything again. …Scarlett, always save something to fear— even as you save something to love…” - Gone With The Wind

Waking up in the arms of Ronald Speirs had become something that you enjoyed about the war, but the cold air seemed to cancel that love out. “I hate this place” you muttered as you shoved your face into Ron’s neck, trying hard to warm up your poor little frozen nose. A deep chuckle in his chest caused you to shake as his fingers ran through your hair, “I kind of like it… It makes you look so pretty” he cooed out gruffly. 

If only the men could see him now.

The big, bad Lieutenant Speirs was nothing but a  big ol’ teddy bear to you, always holding you close and always loving you with each breath. In a way, you thanked George from breaking your heart that day in Aldbourne, if it wasn’t for him you wouldn’t be here with Ron. Shaking your head, you tried to get George out of your head as last nights memories came flooding back. You had hoped it was a bad dream, something you made up while tucked safely in your lover’s arms.

But no… It was real, and it scared you.

Guilt flooded your veins and you leaned away from Ron with a heavy heart. You hoped he wouldn’t question it or just think it was a ‘womanly’ issue, but the look he gave you told you he knew what you were doing. “Honey…”

“I just feel horrible… I should not have kissed him back” you sighed out exasperatedly as you rubbed your face with your cold fingers. He let out a sigh tha matched yours as his fingers gripped your wrist, pulling your hand away so he could look at you. “I forgive you… Does that help?” he whispered out before pressing his head against yours. You wondered why he was so kind to you, considering what you did was horrible… No, the act itself wasn’t what was making you feel so guilty.

It was how you felt. 

You hated to admit that you liked it. Liked it a lot. The way George’s lips felt against yours, so strong and warm… Groaning, you forced the thoughts out as you gripped onto Ron’s shoulders. “I think you need some breakfast” he started as he sat up, pulling you up with him. You liked the idea, maybe something warm would help clear your brain.

“I could go for some breakfast”

“She had wanted him, in that first instant, wanted him as simply and unreasoningly as she wanted food to eat, horses to ride and a soft bed on which to lay herself.” - Gone With The Wind

Sitting beside the fire, you began to heat up from the food you were currently ingesting along with the dancing flames before you. All the men around you were joking and laughing, but all you were thinking about was how your feelings hadn’t gone away with the food. Neither breakfast, lunch or dinner seemed to push the feelings away and the night sky seemed to make things even worse. “We have to put the fire out” Lipton stated above you and you gave a simple nod before standing and stomping it out. Ron had left after breakfast some 12 hours ago and left you alone with nothing but your thoughts and feelings. 

Rookie mistake.

“Hey, Lip… Have you seen Ron- I mean Lieutenant Speirs” you corrected yourself as you searched his face for disappointment, but you got something else. Stepping forward, Lip grabbed your shoulder lovingly “I know about you and Speirs… No reason to hide it. And no, I have not seen him since breakfast. But if I see him, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him… Now get some sleep” he stated simply before letting go and walking to the foxholes to start his count. Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion as to how he knew about you two, but you figured it was because of Ron being nice to you and you only. Shaking the thoughts out, you turned to head back to your foxhole. However, you didn’t get far.

“GET DOWN” 

But it was far too late as a shell exploded a tree beside you. You let out a scream as someone grabbed you by the ankle and hauled you into their hole. More explosions went off but you heard a single scream in the night air that caused you to jump into action.

“MEDIC!!!! Y/N!!!!!” 

Shoving the soldier that held you away, you climbed out of the foxhole and took off running towards the sound. “I’M COMING!!!” you screamed out but the sounds of the shells around you drowned you out, nonetheless, you ran faster. Sliding down beside Roe, you helped him rip open the mans jacket. Pieces of the tree flew overhead and you pushed Roe aside as you straddled the man, shielding him from any debris while Roe went to work.

“Hey Hey!! You’re gonna be alright!!” you hollered out as you rummaged through your bag, ducking when a shell exploded nearby. Pulling out a bandage, you shoved the roll into Eugene’s hand before shoving your fingers in the bullet hole. The trees exploded around you three, but you focused on what you were feeling and what you were trying to find. Finding it, you screamed out a thank you to God above before pulling out the shiny bullet that was now coated in thick blood. The shelling had stopped just then and you let out a breath of relief, “We need to get him into town… Come on honey sit up for me” you encouraged the man as you helped him sit up so you could wrap his wound. “I got it from here… You go check on everyone and I’ll be back soon” Eugene promised before hauling the man up and taking off towards the Jeep that was waiting. 

Standing there, you watched as the Jeep drove off. Your hands were at your sides and the blood on them dripped onto the white snow below you. 

Bastogne was going to be the death of you… 

Wasnt it.

Turning, you composed yourself as you walked back to your hole. “Y/n!!!” You heard someone scream causing you to whip around, expecting a bloody body, but you knew why they screamed for you once the bullet pierced your skin. It traveled through your shoulder and the force of it caused you to stumble. Pain erupted all over your body as strong arms caught you before you fell headfirst onto the snowy ground. Gunfire erupted and you were pulled by the person into a hole that was not yours.

“Holy mother of God” you moaned out as the man ripped open your jacket before screaming for another Medic, yet it sounded muffled and far away. You knew the wound wasn’t fatal, but the pain was making you start to feel lightheaded. “I think I’m gonna pass out…” you stated out loud but that too sounded muffled, you definitely were going to pass out. “Hey you’ll be okay Y/n” his voice was muted, but you knew who it was from the amount of fear in his voice.

“I’m gonna be fine Luz” you whispered out while laying against the wall, bracing yourself for the inevitable. Luz kept screaming for a medic, but slowly he started drifting away as you began to fall sideways.

And suddenly, your world went black.

“Dear Scarlett! You aren’t helpless. Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless. God help the Yankees if they should get you.” - Rhett Butler 

Gone With The Wind

The bright light of the sky above was the first thing that greeted you when you came to and your lover’s worried face was the second. “ROE! ROE SHE’S AWAKE!” was the first thing he screamed once he saw your e/c eyes, but frantic kisses all over your face soon followed. “I was so worried. Doc said you would be okay but… God, seeing you passed out like that, bleeding from your shoulder… It’s something I hope to never see again” he muttered out as he pulled away and grabbed your hands in his. Eugene showed up at the edge of your hole before dropping in and feeling your head with the back of his hand. “Well good morning sleeping beauty” he teased as he began to examine your eyes for any signs of a concussion, “I think next time, we should wrap you in bubble wrap before you walk alone around here” Gene teased, causing you to roll your eyes at the idea. 

“I’m capable of handling myself thank you” you grumbled out playfully before sitting up, however, you sat up a little too quickly causing spots to form in your vision. Spinning a bit, Roe and Ron grabbed your arms, steadying you while encouraging you to go easy. “You passed out from a bullet wound, take it easy” Ron started as his hand cupped your cheek. Leaning into the touch, for a second, you two forgot who was with you.

“Did I miss something?” 

Roe’s cajun voice snapped you out of it as you turned to him red-faced. Smiling sheepishly, you nodded as Ron leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Yeah… We have been together for a while now… I was scared to tell you” you stated silently as you looked back at Ron lovingly. Roe scoffed before shoving your unharmed shoulder, “I’m your best friend Y/n… If you would have told me this I wouldn’t have…” he trailed off, realizing what he had done.

“I’m so sorry”

“It’s okay Gene” you reassured while letting Ron wrap his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “You didn’t know and you thought I still liked George… It’s okay”. With that final statement, Gene nodded before standing and ruffling your hair, “Take it easy… I can’t have you getting into trouble when you’re already wounded.” he teased as he climbed out of the hole, with a final nod to you both, he took off to check on everyone else. 

Looking back at Ron who was still holding onto you tightly, you smiled at him softly before leaning in and pressing your lips to his. 

“I guess we get a day off?”

“You’re so brutal to those who love you, Scarlett. You take their love and hold it over their heads like a whip.” - Gone With The Wind

Weeks had passed. Foy had been captured, and your shoulder was thankfully beginning to heal, but something else took over your body. Something that made you completely immobile and stuck on a couch for most of your time in Foy.

Pneumonia.

You weren’t the only one who had gotten it, Lip had gotten it as well and just like him, you weren’t stopping. You couldn’t stop. Leaning next to Lip, you placed the thermometer in his mouth but a coughing fit from you cut off Ron who was talking beside you. “Goddamnit Y/n… Can you please go rest?!” Ron snapped, finally sick and tired of you pushing your body to its limits. Even when you got shot you were still racing out to help, which further prolonged the time it took to heal. 

“Sorry Lieutenant” you muttered out before taking the thermometer out and looking at the number. Sighing, you rifled through your bag and found the medicine he had to take. “Take two of these, it should help you recover in a couple days…” you stated before standing up. Gripping your chest, you coughed once more as you felt a sharp stab in your lungs. “Do you have any medicine for yourself Y/n?” Lip asked and you eyed Ron, scared to give him the truth. 

“That’s the only medicine I have for Pneumonia… But you need it more than me” you muttered out before turning on your heal and taking off. “Son of a bitch” Ron muttered above Lip as he gripped onto the couch. You deserved to heal as well, but he understood the sacrifice you were taking, even if he didn’t agree with it. You knew acting this way to Ron was cruel… He cared about you, more than anyone else did, but you couldn’t stop moving…

Because then you wouldn’t stop thinking.

“Y/n” you heard Ron call out, causing you to stop in the middle of the street… ‘Don’t be Scarlett, Don’t be Scarlett, Y/n… Do not be Scarlett’

“Yes, Ron” you snapped as you turned to face him. 

So much for your chants, you thought as you cringed at your brattiness. In all honesty, you just wanted to stop thinking but you couldn’t. George plagued every part of you. He stalked towards you, his stone face telling you that you were on very thin ice with him. You were ever since your shoulder. Grabbing your arm firmly in his grasp, he yanked you towards him. It wasn’t hard but it wasn’t gentle either, it was possessive and he was pissed. 

You couldn’t blame him.

“You’re going to go lie down and rest. That’s an order soldier.” His snarl sent chills down your spine but your ego decided to come out at the worst time possible. “You aren’t my father… Ron” you growled lowly as you tried to rip your arm out of his grasp, but he only held on tighter, causing your confidence to drop instantly. Looking at him wide-eyed, you saw the anger like a bright fire in his blue eyes. 

“No. But I’m your superior. Don’t you forget where you stand here” he hissed out before letting you go. You stumbled back and rubbed where he grabbed you, it didn’t hurt, but you wanted to show him that his actions were uncalled for. “You may be my superior, but you were my boyfriend first” you muttered out. Turning to leave, you felt the guilt rise in your chest once more. 

Why were you so cruel.

“Rest.” he stated finally “And then we will see if that statement still stands true. Soldier”

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[apparentlynotreallyfinnish]

I want to peg Rhett so badly. I can picture laying him gently on the bed, watching how his auburn locks fan the sheets. His chest is heaving with anticipation of what's to come. I start kissing every inch of his body, each inch a work of art become tangible. I work my way up his legs and once I get to those thighs, I nibble on them. The inner corners, especially, feeling him move beneath my lips.

I would hover my mouth over his throbbing cock, which is standing straight up to meet me. But I wouldn't sink down on it. No no no. I'd let him think that, only to see his face pout. "Come on. Please. I need that cute wet mouth on my cock", he'd say, but I have better plans. I would make him cum untouched.

He sees me walk away briefly to grab my strap and when I return, his eyes grow wide and those pupils turn black. I grab some lube off his nightstand and squirt some on the tip, then a little on him. I love to see his cock all lubed up, dripping--it's so sinful. I would then ready that twitching hole with a couple lubed up fingers. He bucks his hips at the intrusion and moans, making my pussy drip against my strap. I line the strap up with his hole and push in gently, pulling out a low groan. 

He looks so fucking beautiful underneath my grasp. I grab his hips and start picking up the pace and as he goes to reach for his crying cock, I swat his hand. “No darling. You will come untouched. No touching.” He whines and I thrust forcefully, making that little whine turn into a yelp. I’m hitting his prostate over and over and over again and I can see his balls tightening. I press my body up against him to lay sloppy kisses all over his chest, his neck and his mouth. And with each unforgiving thrust, I feel his cock rubbing against my tummy. 

He comes, violently and that familiar warm stickiness coats our bodies. I pull out of him and admire the blissed expression on his face. I take my strap off, collect the cum off my stomach and his, and feast on the strap like it’s my last meal. Rhett’s cock responds to that with a nice bob. But I also love sharing. I bring my lips to his and he tastes himself on me. We taste great, together. ❤️

*shared this to @cheekyrhett’s last night but I figured you would enjoy this as well 😏

[moonlight-shanty]

Nsfw -gettin soapy-rhinkyfic

Rhett walks into the bathroom and catches Link in the nude. He stands in the door way and admires Links wet body dripping soapy suds running down. Oh gosh his dick jumps. He moves his hand over it. Eyes on Link. Hes soo hot. Hes soaping his crack now with the loofer. He grabs his balls and rubs the loofer under them. Rhett is dripping. Aching hard He watches Link. Link has his back to Rhett. He doesnt see him. He makes a noise and rubs his hole. He mumbles something under his breath and keeps rubbing. Rhett nearly falls over the blood leaving his brain. He rubs his dick faster then he cant take it. He slips his underwear off and his shirt. "Link" he groans and steps into the shower. "Hi Rhett" link says and turns around. "I was wondering when you were gonna-" Rhett pushes him to the wall of the shower. He grabs hold of Links hard dick and rubs his lips and beard on Links neck.. then he bites. Link takes a sharp intake of breath. "Were still in Mythical ent Rhett.." he moans. Rhett stares at him. Youre so hot. He moans and kisses Link. He kisses him so softly. His dick againest the other mans thigh. "Ive been waiting all day.." he groans. "Shh" link grips the back of Rhetts neck and pulls him in to deepen the kiss. His other hand wraps around Rhetts dick. "I want you.. right now" Rhett says husky. He grips Links left ass cheek and squeezes Link looks up at him. Those green eyes sparkling with mischef. "Ok" link says unable to resist. Rhett gets behind him..pushes his dick into the warm hole and takes a deep breath as Link moans and has to bite his lip to keep quiet. Rhett thrusts slowly. Sensually. "Faster" he whispers. Then Rhett is thrusting so hard and fast. Soon Links orgasm takes over him and Link is spraying cum on the shower wall. Oh gosh im close Rhett. Pulls out and gets Link on his knees then thrusts inside his mouth a few times before unloading into his mouth. His groan as he Explodes with cum could be heard in the other room, getting Link really messy. He pulls a panting link up, still swallowing the cum and wiping at his chin. Kisses him and piledrives into his ass once more..unable to get enough...