Rhett & Link X Reader

**smut**
**drinking**
**cursing**
**rape**

Please, be aware that this story has a rape scene. It took time for me to decide on making this with the help of a friend. I have not been raped, nor do I know any rape victims but I give all of my love to the victims. My PMs are always open if you need to talk. I will leave the sexual assault hotline here.

Sexual assault hotline:
1-800-656-4673

Sincerely, Oldfilmss

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You walk into Links office and notice he has a large bottle of grey goose in his hand, and he looks like a complete wreck.

"You okay, Link?" You ask hesitantly. He shoots a look at you. "Just go the hell home. Everyone else left why the fuck are you still here?" He says angrily. "You should be going home too, don't you think? You're sitting in your office, with an almost empty bottle of grey goose." You say. He stands up and throws the bottle against the wall.

"I don't have a home to go to. My girlfriend kicked me out yesterday and blocked me out of her life completely, so mind your own fucking business and leave." He slurs. You shiver and grab your bag off of the hook. "Let's go, Link. You're coming to my house then." He shoves you against the wall and his hand clasps around your throat. "You can't understand simple fucking direction can you?" You begin to shake as your bag dropped. He chokes you until you collapse, gasping for breath.

You cough and wheeze as you try to get out the door, he slams it and lifts you up. "You aren't going anywhere. Not right now." He slurs clearing his desk, his hand gripping your wrist. "P-please, I'll leave." You plead. He ignores your request and tosses you like a rag doll on his desk. You curse in pain and try to get up but he slams your hands down above your head. "L-Link please." You say choking up.

He ignores you again and slides down your pants aggressively, tossing them in the pile with the puddle of Grey Goose and broken glass. You begin to cry and he slaps you across the face. "Shut the hell up." He curses. You begin to kick and push him. He slaps you again and holds your face. "If you don't stop, I will promise to bruise you so bad you can't walk for the next week." You shutter as his threat replays over and over in your head. "Link, please." You sob, tears rushing down your face.

He rips your underwear tossing them to the side and pulls his pants down revealing his member. He immediately begins thrusting into you. He cums within minutes. He whispers dirty things into your ear to antagonize you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath. He finished and pushed you off his desk. You fall to the floor and crawl to your clothes.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says slapping your ass as hard as possible. You sob more and pick up your vodka-soaked pants and slide them on. You grab your bag and ripped panties and run out of the room to your car.

You turn your car on, peeling out of the parking lot, and to your home down the street. You get inside and throw your stuff onto the floor and collapse on the couch. You pass out immediately from all the crying. You wake up at 8. Rhett texted you.

Rhett McLaughlin: Hey kid, do you know what happened at the office last night by chance?

You feel anxiety course through you as the details from last night play in your head. The cameras had been shut off for the weekend for some sort of maintenance.

You: No. I don't. I'll be there in 20 minutes though...

Rhett McLaughlin: okay, the crew said you were the last one here?

You: yea

Rhett McLaughlin: you should know then????

You leave Rhett on read and begin to get dressed. You take a shower and look in your mirror. You had a bruise around your neck and your sides and legs. You grab a choker to try and help diffuse the look of the bruise around your neck. You wear black and white striped pants with a white cold shoulder top with flats. (Refer to pic)

You grab your keys and bag and begin to head to work.

You arrive and put your stuff with the rest of the crews in the coffee room and go on set. They weren't recording yet. Link noticed you but wouldn't make eye contact. Rhett got up and pulled you to their office. "What happened last night?" He touches your neck and removes the choker you had on. "Did Link do something?" You begin crying and he wraps his arms around you. "I-it's alright. You gotta tell me what he did at least." You hold him tighter and he rubs your back.

"I-I came in last night to grab my bag and to check on him and he drank nearly a whole bottle of vodka. I tried telling him to go home and I guess something happened to his girlfriend and he took it out on me and choked me against the wall and raped me." You mumbled quickly through tears. "He hasn't talked much all day. I'm so sorry, y/n" he comforts you as the tears roll down your face and soak into Rhett's T-shirt.

"Why'd you come here today then?" He questions. "I'm broke and I have no money. I need this job. My family lives on the east coast, you guys are all I have right now." He sighs. "What do you want him to do? I tried asking him earlier and he said that he got drunk and the bottle dropped but he seemed so ashamed." You shrug and wipe your eyes. "I'm not mad at him. I'm just, hurt." You say quietly.

"After everyone leaves today. You two need to have a conversation about what happened." You freeze. "You'll be here right, Rhett." He nods. "If you'd like me to." You nod frantically and he hugs you. He puts your choker back on and you fix your hair. "Don't let the others know." He says. You both walk out and Rhett sits down. "Sorry guys." He apologizes for taking a seat in his chair. "Are we ready to start filming?" Stevie asks. They both nod and begin.

You had to bring a couple things out here and there for the guys. Every time the camera was cut and you had to bring something out. Link had an edge to him. He noticed your wrist at some point and you quickly took it away. You wondered how he remembered.

The show wrapped up and you followed Rhett and Link into their office. They sat down in their chairs and you sat in the one across from Rhett's desk.

"How do you even remember?" You question. He chokes and clears his throat. "My phone was recording." He says. You feel your eyes sting and you look away. "I-I'm so sorry, y/n. I regret it. I wish I didn't do it. If I could take it back I would." He blurted out as tears ran down his face. "You can't take it back. It's already been done. I'm still in so much shock. Everything fucking hurts. Mentally and physically." You say with frustration. "I don't know what to do or to say besides sorry."

He stands up and walks around his desk. Tears flood his face. You stand up and wrap your arms around him. "I hate that you hurt me... so much right now, Link." He sniffles. "Do you hate me though?" You shake your head and tears begin to soak through his shirt.

"I'm so sorry. I won't forgive myself." He mumbles. "It's okay, Link." You say choking on your tears. You let go of Link and he holds your chin up and looks at the bruising on your neck. He sobs even harder and pulls you back into an embrace. "Why don't you hate me?" He mumbles. "Because- I know you're a good person."