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DEAL WITH THE DEVIL FUCKED ME UP!!! I’m so sad it’s over and I WILL be rereading it more than once. You captures Rhett’s smallness and Links wildness perfectly 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Thank you! I am honored to be deserving of a re-read. Link sure does have some crazy in him 😁
Ummmmmm in honor of the Tik tok That has fully set our world upside down, how about a mirror sex list????👅
A few to tickle your fancy 😉
Flung out of Space by rhincoln/bloodbros (orphaned account) - [Explicit] - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6976
In the car scene in GMM 850, Rhett and Link get a bit too close to kissing. Close-to-kissing is not kissing, but there’s time to fix that.
Streaked by @linkslipssinkships - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3571
Rhett's been hooked on what was supposed to be a no-strings-attached thing, and he texts a dirty picture in hopes Link will invite him over. The problem is, it's not just naughty, it's quite literally dirty, and Link can't come until he cleans Rhett's mirror. Rhett, however, wants to prove just how dirty they can get it.
Reflections (series) by @soho-x and @secondhand-watermelon
The Other Side: The mirror was Rhett’s idea.
Both Sides Now: Watching Rhett clean up their mess on the mirror gives Link more ideas. Can he and his reflection pair up to take Rhett apart?
See What I See by @chibitabathasloves - [Explicit] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 944
Rhett comments on how good Link looks, how he wishes he could see himself. Link says the two words to make that happen.
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Hi. After the glorious sight of Rhett in his full man bun form, I wonder if such glorious details might come up in Highest Bidder? I imagine Rhett pulling his hair back before really getting to some business with Link 😛😛😛🤤🤤🤤😍😍😍😍 (Also the way his buttons were undone? I’m fucking DEAD)
I don’t think Highest Bidder Rhett would grow his hair (at least not at this point in the story... ;)) which is a travesty because I LOVE the idea of him getting on his knees in front of Link and staring right into his eyes while he puts his hair up. Link getting redder and redder in his face and neck as Rhett’s movements get slower and slower, just to tease Link a bit because Rhett knows that he is already achingly hard and waiting for Rhett’s mouth. Mmmmmm. Love it.
I’m a total ho for Rhett’s current look, as you can see from that burst of dirty thoughts.
Favorite holiday? Why?
Christmas bc I like clashing colors.
Prompt: chocolate
Sorry for the delay! Here is a tiny little ficlet for you:
Link wasn't really a big fan of sweets in general, he liked the crunch of a good chip or cracker. Even on the odd occasion when he was craving something sweet he knew where to find it: Rhett's desk.
The blond would often have a small stash of resealable bags in one of the drawers. Hardly secret since he would reach over and tug the drawer open followed by the crinkling packages.
Link had been told it helped Rhett focus more easily. Having something sugary and slightly chewy to occupy him while he typed away on his keyboard. The bespectacled man just leveled him with an unimpressed look that said he didn't believe him for a minute.
So when Link found himself rifling through Rhett's drawers looking for something sweet to snack on, he was met with disappointment. There was nothing, not even a scrap of packaging left behind.
Flopping into his chair with a groan Link stared out the window above his desk. "Hey Link," the door to the office opened behind him, the sound of his best friend entering softly into their shared space.
"'M not asleep," Link grumbled.
Rhett laughed, "That's good that position in your chair would be awful for your back and shoulder."
Link huffed before straightening up in his seat, tapping on the keyboard to wake his sleeping laptop. "Where you been bo?"
"Getting a snack from the kitchen, my stash seemed to have been raided while I wasn't looking," Link's shoulders reached up to his ears at the knowing tone in Rhett's voice. He didn't have to turn to look at the blond to see the knowing smirk plastered there.
"Yeah?" he cleared his throat, his voice cracking around the question. "What did you get?"
The sound of the blond moving over to his desk didn't answer his question, nor did the sound of Rhett's chair wheeling across to him. "Close your eyes and open your mouth," was murmured softly into his ear.
Link shuddered but let his lids slide closed behind dark frames. Something cool was pressed to his bottom lip and he bit down. Chocolate and strawberry exploded in his mouth, making him recoil slightly. Chewing and swallowing he turned to Rhett just as the blond bit into a chocolate covered fruit.
"Aren't I supposed to feed you the strawberries?" he could feel the lopsided grin spread across his face.
Rhett chuckled even as he tossed the stem into the garbage. Blue eyes watched the way the blond's throat bobbed while he swallowed. "On the show sure, but I think I should be feeding the fiend rifling through my desk when he needs his fix."
Link felt his cheeks color, even as he turned his gaze away from Rhett. "I don't even like chocolate all that much either," he mumbled as he quickly punched his password into the laptop.
He could feel Rhett's smile on the back of his head. "Hey, look this way I think you've got a little something on your face," the blond gently touched his chin.
The dark haired man turned towards Rhett, "Yeah?"
The smirk on Rhett's lips was quickly pressed against his own mouth. The tart taste of strawberries with the creamy taste of the chocolate mixed with the taste of Rhett's lips into a heady mixture. Link was left absolutely breathless, even by the chaste kiss.
Link licked his lips, watching as gray eyes dipped to watch the movement. "You know Rhett, I may not like chocolate that much, but I certainly enjoy the delivery of that last one."
Rhett placed the bowl on Links desk before leaning in to press another chocolate coated kiss to the bespectacled man's lips.
Warm
“You know,” he’s saying, and Link is so far from wanting to talk right now it’s not even funny.
They’ve got maybe fifteen minutes before someone comes looking for Dave, and he’s spent the better part of their half hour of free time fingering Link open. There’s the tell-tale feeling of the blunt, wet head of Dave’s cock at Link’s hole, and Link sucks in a sharp breath in anticipation.
But he lets it out in a rush when Dave continues, “I like you like this.”
Link makes a sound in the back of his throat, mostly frustration, but Dave just chuckles. He rubs his cock over Link’s hole, makes like he’s going to press inside before Link can feel his knuckles across his skin, meaning he’s just jerking himself off like this.
“So wet,” Dave murmurs, and there’s a disgustingly slick sound as Dave works his messy fist over himself.
“Come on,” Link says, wriggles backwards, trying to get his hint across. The rest of the words he wanted to say are stuck somewhere in his chest, but he’s hoping Dave gets it without much more.
“Tell me what you want,” Dave says, and then he’s pressing at Link’s hole with his cock again, and Link groans hotly, wanting, wanting, wanting.
And when Dave pulls away again, he curses under his breath, chokes on a sob. There’s a hum, and then Dave teases, “I like you like this, Link.”
“Want--” and then Dave is pressing inside, just a bit, just enough to give Link the stretch, “Oh. Yeah, please. Yes.”
He hums again, doesn’t move, and Link reaches back desperately, looking for contact, for purchase, for something. “Like this,” Dave says again, and Link can’t. “Let me, baby, just like this.”
It’s not a question, really, but Link gives in, nods frantically, because when Dave jerks himself off again, steady and firm and sure, a groan tumbling out of him at the permission, Link feels so much more full with the movement.
He can feel every single move Dave makes. It’s weird and settling low in the base of his stomach, and his thighs are trembling.
“Gosh, Dave,” he says, craning his neck to see as much as he can.
Dave’s got one hand spread against the small of Link’s back, his thumb rubbing at one of the dimples he’s got there. The other is jerking himself off, his hips pivoted forward to keep the head of his cock buried inside of Link.
“Yeah,” Dave says, thick and hot. “Gonna come inside you.”
Link tenses, feels that familiar heat in his guts.
“Fuck,” he hears, mumbled quick and desperate, and then Dave’s movements slow, his hands coming to Link’s hips, pulling him back, sinking him further down onto his cock. It’s rough and too much too fast, and before he even realizes what’s happening, Dave’s hips are flush to Link’s ass.
He feels warm all over, from the inside out, and Dave is finally, finally fucking into him, deep and quick before the over-sensitivity sinks in.
“‘S this what you wanted?” Dave is asking, and Link groans, doesn’t bother answering him because he doesn’t think he could if he tried. “Fucking greedy boy.”
That’s enough. That’s all it takes, and he’s full and he’s coming.
It rolls through him, tearing a series of heaving groans from him, and he finally gets a hold on Dave, his hand finding his thigh, fingers digging in as he comes.
They’ve got to be running out of time now, and he’s still trembling by the time Dave is pulling out, flipping him over so that he’s on his back, directly in the wet spot on the sheets.
He’s leaning forward in a rush, mashing his mouth against Link’s, and it’s only at that moment that he can hear Dave’s phone vibrating in his jeans on the floor. Dave is smiling too widely when he pulls away, says, “We ran over. Our tight five turned into a tight thirty-five.”
“Go,” Link says, waving him off, tossing his arm over his eyes. “I’ll be there after I clean all of your spunk off of me.”
Dave laughs, tugging his jeans back on. “Dude, who calls it spunk nowadays?”
Link flips him off on his way out the door, not bothering to move the arm from across his eyes.
Not wanting him to see the stupid flushed smile he has on his face.
He feels good, warm from the inside out.
Rhink prompt: Bedhead Alternate: Lipstick
drag. it’s been part of their lives ever since they were allowed to dabble in it. and dressing up like women, these days, is less of a joke, less of a rarity. randl are familiar with mascara, lipstick, and high heels, but this halloween was the first they ever went out dressed as femmes, corsets and all.
with rhett towering too-tall in wedge boots (to protect his ankles) and link, more ambitious with strappy red heels, both of them cinched up and shiny, hanging all over each other, they stumble like dreams through dark streets.
rhett looks really good as wilhelmina, with her sassy blonde blowout and her purple lipstick. she’s dressed to the nines in a silver dress and black tights, black boots, and a leather jacket. smoky makeup and icy frost glitter, thank you very much. her girlfriend’s daphne, the bubbly redhead. she’s cute too.
daphne’s rocking a big, curly red wig and goo-goo popstar eyes to match. she’s in bright red lipstick and gold highlights, red heels complimenting her cute girlish onesie. no padding on her hips, she’s a little bustier up top than her perky bum, and in nude pantyhose, her shaved legs catch wilhelmina’s eyes… and hands. the two paw over each other all night, barhopping halloween away.
in the morning, the two are without wigs, without clothes. the boys awake with bedheads, tangled up on each other, red and purple lipstick smeared on each other’s skin.
It would be cute to do a list of fic where they’re kids because that shit is cute as hell!!! I can think of two (the one where they meet on the bus and share music I think it’s called like “if you’re not sure if I want you to” though that’s very incorrect) and mike and tad’s fic about their mom’s book club that makes my heart melt.
One big hit in the fandom a couple years ago: Suit and Jacket by @linkslipssinkships - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 30 - Words: 104,427
Rhett's dad demands he goes to engineering school, but Rhett has something else in mind.
Here’s another from a few years ago: Undercurrent by notasponsor - [General] - Chapters: 1 - Words: 3532
The two stay quiet, both afraid to break the comforting silence. Silence means no discussion. Silence means nothing changes. Eventually, Link breaks it, “You wanna hang out tomorrow?” Rhett shakes his head, “I can’t. Got basketball tomorrow.” He sees Link sit back in his seat, eyes looking at the dashboard. “What about the weekend.” He doesn’t form it as a question. They both know Rhett’s answer by now. “I can’t.”
And the fic you’re looking for: If You’re Wondering If I Want You To by @ssodangdark - [Teen and Up] - Chapters: 5 - Words: 10,234
The year is 2006 — you just crafted the perfect away message, The Fray is playing on your clock radio, and you're trying to figure out what band t-shirt to wear to school today. Meanwhile, two teenage boys meet for the first time and navigate their feelings for one another through the songs on one of their iPods.
I’d also like to recommend the ‘kid fic’ tag on ao3 for some extra fluff!
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