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No cause this is why I hate old balding bitches they got the most problems other than hair growth oil
Okay so I decided to write a bunch of the requests on Saxon and just post one everyday so don’t think I forgot 😭 but while I was writing I was watching remember the titans (the best movie to ever exist imo no exaggeration) and I saw sunshine and how fine he was. And then I went to look for some fics of him and there are NONE. And he was one of the only boys to not discriminate when joining the team like he was so cute. I might create a story with him and a black reader because I can see it so clearly. So now I have to ask should she be the coaches daughter? Or a cheerleader? Or I was thinking she’s good with numbers so she helps the coaches on the sidelines but doesn’t actually care for football. Please tell me yall seen this movie because I need help I wanna write this so bad
Nick and Tara were being so cute I forgot he was gay ngl
winner
you decide to make a bet that’ll test both yours and saxons temptations for one another. but little did you know it’d be extremely difficult.
- contains smut!!! (18+ only!!) teasing, p in v (unprotected), choking, saxon wears rings because i say so!!!!
you and saxon had a lot of things in common, one of those being competitiveness. saxon absolutely loved to win, but so did you. which is how this stupid fucking bet came to light.
“are you sure about this, babe?” saxon chuckled smugly, crossing his arms and leaning against the kitchen counter as you proposed the bet, not thinking it’d last more than an hour.
“i’m 100% sure.” you answered, a confident smile plastered across your lips. “no touching at all.”
“well as much as i fucking love touching you, i love to win. you’re going to regret this.” he stated confidently, which made you snicker.
“you can’t go 5 seconds without touching me saxon, i have this one in the bag,” you said in response, taking a step closer to him until you were only inches apart. “and i know for a fact…” you say quietly, looking up into his eyes.
“that mr. ratliff doesn’t handle losing very well.”
“that’s why i’m not going to lose.” he says without a second thought, an almost evil smile adorning his chiseled face.
what have you gotten yourself into?
you tried your best to distract yourself and avoid saxon as much as possible, that man would do anything and everything in his power to win and you couldn’t let that happen.
it was around 2 am and saxon of course, was at his desk, still working despite knowing how much you hate it when he works so late. you were laying in bed, body adorned in one of saxon’s shirts that you had claimed months ago and a pair of soft white panties. it’d been hours since you’d made the bet, and you've been trying your best to ignore the sensation lingering between your thighs, the all too familiar feeling.
by now, you would’ve had sex. multiple times. it was almost like you were going into withdrawals. it definitely didn’t help he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants and no shirt. his chiseled arms and abs on full display. you almost found yourself moaning as you stared at him, it was killing you and you had to do something.
you got up from the bed and made your way into the bathroom. you needed to find a distraction of some sort, literally anything at this point and you couldn’t let saxon see that you were struggling. that’d only inflate his ego. you turned on the tap and splashed your face with water, the icy chill of the water hitting your skin sent chills down your spine, but you could feel it helping. as you rubbed your eyes gently and straightened your posture. there he was, right behind you.
you didn’t even think he noticed you leaving the room.
“hi.” you said nonchalantly as you grabbed your face towel, patting the speckles of water from your skin.
“hey,” he responded, “what are you doing?”
“i’m washing my face, what do you think i’m doing?”
“distracting yourself.” he answered, which made you roll your eyes.
“i’m doing just fine thank you very much. i just forgot to wash my face after brushing my teeth earlier.” you said as confidently as possible, placing the towel down once you were done.
“don’t you miss the way my lips feel against your skin, baby?” he says, moving his hand down to your thigh and hovering his hand over your skin. he may not have been touching you, but you could feel it.
fuck.
“how my hand almost wraps around your whole throat when you beg me to choke you?” he adds, “how my tongue feels on that pretty pussy of yours?… how you clench so tightly when i first thrust into you?” his lips hovered over yours, all you wanted to do was give in, but you couldn’t. he wouldn’t let you live it down if you did.
he couldn’t win.
“all you have to say is ‘please’ baby. then you can have what you want.”
“stop it.” you muttered under your breath before moving away and heading back into the bedroom. as you crawled back onto the bed, you were completely unaware of the visible wet patch that had formed in your panties, and he could see it.
it drove him crazy.
once you were sitting back on your side of the bed, you looked up at him and noticed his demeanor and how it had changed so drastically all of the sudden. how desperate he suddenly looked, and how mad he was about it.
“are you ok, saxon?” you asked, tilting your head slightly like a lost puppy. you looked down at his sweatpants, noticing a prominent bulge. he didn’t say anything, but you heard the grunt that fell from his lips before he made his way back to his desk.
you smirked and spent a few moments thinking. you knew he was almost at the point of breaking and you had to act on it before he managed to calm down. you got up and walked over to him confidently, squeezing yourself in front of him and his chair so the small of yout back was leaning against his desk. you were only inches away from him.
“please?” you ask, slowly lifting your, well, his shirt to expose your panties. the pair that he loved so much. “touch me.”
and just like that, he stood up so he was towering over you, looking down at you like he was starving. at that point, you knew that you’d already won.
he stepped closer and grabbed onto your thighs harshly, sitting you on his desk, using his arms to aggressively push every single thing that may get in his way off of his desk and onto the floor. he crashed his lips onto yours before pushing you down until you were laying before him. he then tore your panties off with his desperate hands, spreading your legs apart and looking down at the wetness he caused. the groan that left his lips at the sight gave you butterflies.
he quickly slid his sweatpants down his thighs and you watched as his cock sprung up and hit his stomach, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips. all you wanted was to feel him inside.
in no time, he began to slide his hard cock up and down your wetness, and within seconds, you felt him thrust inside of you with force, causing a desperate scream to escape your lungs.
he moved his hand to your throat and squeezed it tightly, just the way you liked it as he began thrusting at a brutal pace, grunting as you clenched around him.
“f..fuck, saxon..” you moaned, which made him squeeze your throat even tighter. you loved how dominant saxon could get.
the sounds coming from his mouth were almost animalistic, and it was turning you on more than you could even begin to describe. he quickened his page even more, completely ravishing your body with no remorse. god, you loved it so much.
he moved his hand from your throat and brought it to your lips, and you immediately began sucking on his fingers. his long, ring adorned fingers. saxon had always loved when you did this.
you could feel your impending orgasm approach, and he could tell by the way your pussy continuously clenched around his cock. “don’t cum.” he growled, causing you to whine around his fingers. “i’m not done with you yet.” he said, grabbing ahold of both of your thighs and lifting you off the desk. you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck. he was still inside you, and all of the sudden movements caused his cock to brush against all of the sensitive spots inside of you. he then walked you to the nearest wall, pinning your back against the plaster before he began brutally fucking you once again. he was fucking you at such an obscene pace you were half expecting the wall behind you to break. your nails dug into the skin and dragged their way down his back, causing his delicate skin to break and specks of blood to surface.
you threw your head back, crying out at the intensity. saxon kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking in each expression you made as he took you against the wall of your bedroom. it made losing the bet worth it. you moved your hand to his head and pulled on his soft, messy brunette hair, another thing that drove him absolutely wild. he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours. feeling his hot breath against your lips. you knew you weren’t going to last another minute.
“p..please, saxon. can’t… can’t hold it anymore…” you eventually muttered out, an embarrassing amount of desperation lacing your voice.
“cum for me.” he said, abusing your g-spot with every vicious thrust. you obeyed and let yourself go, screaming as the intense orgasm captured your entire body. your whole body shook in his arms, toes curling. your reaction also caused saxon to reach his high, feeling his warm cum spill inside of you with a deep grunt.
once your orgasms subsided, you let out a soft chuckle, which made saxon smile. “what’s funny?” he asked breathlessly, pressing a gentle peck to your lips.
“i won,” you said, struggling to catch your breath. “i knew i could make you fold.”
saxon rolled his eyes, his gorgeous smile still adorning his face. “you did,” he said, nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing me once more before saying, “you’re my winner.”
Ughhh, literally can’t think of concepts for anyone right now, but just know whatever you post, I’ll eat it right up <3333
Thank youuuuu I’ve gotten a couple of requests I’m actually excited to write 😭🙏🏽
me when i fell in love with ur writing, then ur bio, and now u 💋💋
also pls i would love to talk saxon requests
Bby I will write anything you want me to write your so sweet omg ILY ILY ILY💔
I don’t really watch the kalogeras sisters just cause they’re not really my type of humor, but I have the biggest crush on Sunday wtf SHES SO SWEET AND PRETTY AND HER LAUGH. Thats a face you’d go to war for. I just started getting edits and clips of them on my fyp randomly and they are all very pretty but SUNDAY. HER NAME IS LITERALLY SUNDAY LIKE SHES NOT REAL
I NEED some Saxon requests guys please im begging
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
bed chem
- saxon overhears his colleagues question his abilities to please his woman, so he makes sure to let them know just how good he is.
- contains detailed smut (18+ only!) saxon being possessive, oral sex, p in v (unprotected), choking.
saxon never used to be the possessive type until you landed in his grasp. even though he knew nobody could ever steal you from him, it was a quite a irrational fear of his. that you’d wake up one day and wonder what the hell you’re doing with a man like him. why would such a perfect girl give herself to a man who is solely known because of his father? this is what would run through his mind more than he’d like to admit. no matter how many times you’d reassure him, there was always something that threw him back into that mindset.
like today. he overheard a conversation at one his his work events from two of his fathers little sheeps that made his blood boil.
“fucking look at her, how the hell did he manage to pull her?” the man says to his friend, shaking his head in what appeared to be disbelief as he watched you speak to one of the girls who are inevitably with a man much older, which you knew was only with her man for his money.
“i know, i bet he doesn’t even fuck her right. daddys boys like him never know how, especially when it comes to someone like her,” before the two could say anything else, you finally spotted him standing behind the two and a delicate smile graced your face. the boys then turned around, finally noticing saxon standing right there. they went pale in the face as you approached.
knowing that he’d definitely heard every word they said based off the angry look saxon was giving them. he could truly be terrifying when he wanted to. you’d seen that side of him many times, but never aimed at you of course. saxon was a powerful man, able to get rid of them with a simple snap of his finger. which is something those men clearly hadn’t yet realized. you stood on your tiptoes as you pressed your lips to his cheek, not realizing his displeased expression until you’d moved your head back. he was still staring at them.
“saxon, is everything ok?” you asked, tone worried as you followed his gaze and set your eyes on the two men you hadn’t even noticed before. he didn’t respond, his large hand wrapped around your arm as he led you away from the area. not questioning a single thing as it was crystal clear something was bothering him a significant amount. he just wanted to leave, and you didn’t ask questions.
once the two of you had made it back to his apartment, you turned to look at him as he closed the door.
“are you mad because they were looking at me? because you know i’d never even think to-” you explained.
“i know you wouldn’t.” saxon interrupted, and your gaze softened.
“then what’s wrong?” you ask once again, approaching him slowly, looking into his eyes. he eventually met your eyes after a moment.
“nothing that you need to worry about, babe.” he reassured, resting his forehead against yours. never would you have imagined saxon could be so soft.
“alright,” you say, a soft smile reappearing on your face. “i’m just gonna freshen up a little, ok?” you add, pressing a kiss to his lips before approaching the bathroom. saxon sat down on his couch, hands rubbing his face as he tried to forget about what he’d heard. which was almost impossible, considering he heard those exact voices outside his front door. the familiar anger began to rise once again as he got up from the couch and passed towards the door, opening it quickly and immediately spotting the same smug faces he was mentally murdering moments ago.
they both gulped, eyes wide as they stood in front of the front door a meter from his. they quickly entered the room to avoid confrontation. saxon stood there for a moment, wondering what the fuck they were doing in the apartment next to his. how they could even afford to live in such a luxurious building. before he could do anything else, your voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“was someone at the door?” you ask, he turned his head to face you. looking at you adorned in one of his shirts. quietly admiring the way your body drowned in it.
“two dudes just went into the apartment next door. was just wondering what all the noise was.”
“the ones that you were giving the death stare to earlier?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face. “i overheard them saying something about looking for a new apartment to rent closer to the office. i guess they found one.” you say, shrugging your shoulders as you stared at your boyfriend. he shook his head, trying to hide his displeasure to the information he’d just heard. “are ya gonna tell me why that bothers you or?”
“it doesn’t bother me,” he lies, their words repeating in his head as he approaches and places his big hands on your waist. kissing your lips delicately. “just a little stressed i think,” he says as he places his mouth to your neck, the feeling of his rough stubble stabbing your skin in the most delicious way. you whined softly.
and that’s when he got the idea. the idea that would prove to those stupid guys how good he fucks you. how stupid they were to underestimate his abilities and care when it came to your pleasure. he smirked against you, lips abusing your skin and his hot tongue trailing over your sensitive spots. his hands found your ass, squeezing your cheeks sadistically which caused a sudden gasp to escape your throat.
“that’s it, let me hear your pretty sounds,” he says as he lifts you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the bed.
he dropped you onto the mattress and hovered his frame over yours. his lips found yours once again, and you whined as his tongue slipped between yours. he’s all too familiar with how vocal you can be. even with his hand over your mouth or your head buried into the pillow, he can hear you crystal clear. he knew anyone nearby would be able to hear if he didn’t hush you, and that’s exactly what he wanted. for those stupid little pricks to hear how good he makes you feel. over and over.
his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing the soft skin. you whined louder this time. you were so goddamn submissive under his touch, it drove him crazy.
he raised his stolen t-shirt up your body, exposing your torso as he lowered his head. trailing kisses all over your soft skin. you were addicted to the feeling of his stubble against you, he’d barely done anything and you were already a whimpering mess. his head trailed lower and lower. licking the skin above your panty line as he hooks his fingers into the edges of the fabric. effortlessly peeling them down your legs and throwing them off to the side.
he began peppering kisses to your inner thighs, feeling his hot breath against your dripping cunt was driving you wild.
“saxon…” you whimpered loudly, legs trembling in suspense of the act that he was about to do. you were expecting him to respond. something like “be patient” or “good girls know how to wait, yeah?” but he didn’t, he latched his lips onto your clit, causing your back to arch off the bed. your hand flew to your mouth, biting down on the side to muffle your moans. but saxon stopped.
“no, baby. let me hear you,” you nodded your head, staring down at him between your legs. noticing the glistening shine of your wetness on his chin under the dimmed lighting of the bedroom.
“good girl,” he said before diving back in. aggressively eating you out as he’s done many times before. your moans were quick to fill the room. your hands flew down to grasp at his brown hair. you spread your legs wider, giving him as much access to you as possible.
“s-saxon, i’m about to… i can feel it-” you whine breathlessly as your orgasm approaches. hitting you fast before you could continue your stuttered sentence. loud whiny moans filling the room as you rode out your high.
he didn’t halt until your legs began twitching, licking up all of the cum you provided for him in exchange for an orgasm. he climbed back up your body slowly, leaving sloppy kisses up your stomach along the way.
he was proud of himself knowing how good he could make you feel with little to no effort. enamored by the way your body reacted to his touches. he know the boys would’ve heard everything he’d just done, but of course, he wasn’t satisfied just yet.
his hand wrapped it’s way back around your throat once his face aligned with yours, his stumble damp with your cum.
“all wet,” you said, smiling as your hand raised to his face. tracing along the wet area of his face. “wanna make somethin else wet too,” you added, moving the same hand between your bodies and palming his hardened cock over his pants.
“where did you ever learn to be such a dirty girl?” he grunted, a slight smile on his face as he moved your hand and pinned it beside your head.
“we both know the answer to that,” you bit your lip as his hand tightened around your wrist, looking up at him through squinted eyes. he moved back to remove his shirt, and you bit your lip as he did so. you followed his steps and removed your own. clothes thrown carelessly to the floor.
he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down, not bothering to completely remove the articles of clothing. he was getting impatient. he hovered over you once again, his large hands separating your thighs as far as they could go and lined himself up with your dripping entrance. he wasted no time, thrusting forward and impaling you with his cock with no warning. you screamed, hands flying to grasp his shoulders as he quickly set a brutal pace. your back arched off the mattress, pressing firmly against saxons as he pounded into you.
“oh, f-fuck. saxon!” you moaned, the head of the bed clunking against the wall with each of his intense thrusts. he grunts into your ear sadistically, fingers leaving crescent shapes on your thigh as they dig into your skin.
“wanna feel you cumming around me, baby. think you can do that for me?” he asks, you nodded your head. tears dripping down your cheeks as the pleasure because too much for your body to cope with.
it didn’t take long for another orgasm to pulse through your body, legs trembling around saxons torso as you chant his name. before you could process anything else, he’d flipped you onto your stomach. shoving his cock deep inside you once more as he held your hips to him. despite being extremely sensitive from your previous orgasms, you still craved more of him. your loud moans echoed off the walls as he took you from behind. clenching your walls around him to coax his orgasm out of him. craving the feeling of his cum flooding into you.
you felt another orgasm approach as his thrusts became sloppy, indicating that he was also moments away from finishing.
“saxon!” you moan, clutching the bedsheets below as the two of you came together. saxon eventually stopped once your highs had subsided. he tiredly flipped you onto your back once more, tracing his rough fingers along your damp cheek.
“y’think anyone heard us?” you ask, voice breathy as your tired body rests comfortably beneath him.
“hard for em not to,” he replies, tracing his finger along your bottom lip before placing a soft kiss there.
and it was safe to say they’d definitely heard based on the looks they were giving the two of you the following morning. saxon smiled proudly, hand resting on your waist as the two of you walked past them, knowing he’d never have them foolishly questioning his abilities to pleasure his girl again.
UGH
okay okay but hear me out right. slow soft sex with saxon who gets super freaked out because he was trying to do his usual thing and then it got real vulnerable all of a sudden and he doesn’t know how to feel about it after….BUT he knows it got vulnerable because he actually felt safe with her and blah blah blah or whatever. i think about him. that man needs to be fucked real gentle and lovingly or something.
anon, I like the way your mind works… I’ve added some plot to this though so bear with me in the first half…
let me be in your life like that ft. Saxon Ratliff
MDNI 18+
cw: obsessive(?) Saxon, established relationship, fluff, p in v (unprotected), “babe” as a pet name, mentions of oral (f! receiving), mentions of cheating (not followed through)
a/n: re-read it and now I have to write rafe & him tag teaming or something... idk the things going on in my head are devious rn. Title inspired by Ariana Grande’s “west side”
Not that SAXON RATLIFF ever thought of himself as the loyal kind, but he’s just been so uninterested in any girl other than you. Well, any one other than you. Understand that he would never admit that he’s a shit boyfriend; in every relationship before this, there was always a point where he’d wake up to realize how little he cared for his current partner. There was a whole twitter “exposé” at one point from one of the sorority girls he dated. Something about how much of a douchebag he was and that “he’s the equivalent to a community bike.” So with that in mind, he can’t help but be confused about his current predicament.
He’s away from you, on some business trip in the Outer Banks to close up a deal with some investors. Really, it’s more like a vacation; hot girls in the most scantily clad bikinis, (other) out of touch nepo babies on their week long vacation trip, and all the great restaurants, of course.
But get this, he can’t get his dick up. Like at all. Every time, he would bring someone back to his room, and bam! He’s got whiskey dick. Not that he could even fall back on that. Half of the time, he wasn’t even drunk. He’s never had this problem before. Rather, the opposite. Always needing another warm body. Always needing someone new. Which is why it’s such a perplexing experience to come to terms that he’s being haunted by you. From his wet dreams to any time he’s getting hard, it’s always about you, you, you.
So, maybe he needs to fuck you out of his system. Have his way with you on his bed, in the bathroom, in his car. And when that doesn’t work out, he figures he needs to go to your place; smell your sheets when he has you pressed into him, use your shampoo when he’s got you in the shower, eat you out as breakfast on your kitchen counter. Just anything to work you out of his head.
He thinks it’s finally working. He’s over at your place again, nose buried in your hair to smell that fresh shampoo as your legs dangle over his shoulders. Y’know, to really ram into your cervix. He swears he’s starting to feel that same sort of boredom he’s gotten with all his past relationships. Suppose that after today, he’ll be done with you and onto the next.
But, he makes a mistake. He kisses you. And it doesn’t feel like those “heat-of-the-moment” kisses. Matter of fact, it’s something much too foreign to him. Your nose is bumping his, and your lips are entirely too soft. How is it that the way he’s fucking you is so savage, but every touch of you makes him confront those weird butterflies in his stomach? How has he never noticed how you scrunch your nose? That you laugh with your whole chest? Or how your smile lines enrich your expression?
“Saxon?” You’ve got lilt to your voice that he can’t bring himself to snap out of. “You good?”
Somehow, you don’t even realize what you’re doing with your eyes.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?”
“What are you talking about, you weirdo?” God, how is it that even your giggle is infectious?
He rolls his hips slowly, almost experimentally. He catches how you gasp a bit at that, rolling once more at a much slower pace.
“Please, babe, keep doing that.” Your legs are around his waist now, but he’s taking his time rocking back and forth, reveling at how your breath hitches when he circles your bud.
You’re kissing at his shoulders, hand massaging through his hair, and he doesn’t ever want to leave this moment. He whines at how you’re touching him. Soft, high moans that sort of catch you off guard. It makes you feel so good to know he’s enjoying himself though.
He’s kissing the nape of your neck, leaving deep hickeys in his wake. Then he’s at your lips again, gently. As if he’s scared he’s going to break you. As if all the time before he wasn’t going crazy on you.
“Ugh, I think I’m going to…” Saxon is rutting into you now, fingers still on your clit.
“Okay, fuck, don’t pull out…”
“huh?”
“Inside! Just cum inside!”
Your legs are tied around him, and you’re so tight that Saxon couldn’t even pull out if he wanted to. He’s so deep in you that he wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him your Plan B didn’t work out. He figures he would cross that bridge when he gets there.
For now, he’d rather enjoy basking in the heat of the sunlight to cuddle you with.
Using the excuse “it’s just a joke” to defend yall faves will never not be humiliating. Like get off your knees and have some shame. They don’t know you. Your life will go on without them. Stop being ride or dies for strangers. Weirdos.
You’d have to pin me down and waterboard me into getting my brothers names tatted personally. That was cute tho
One more thought before I go to bed.. why is saxons hair all ruffled up. Like we saw when he was getting yanked by Lochlan that his hair was pretty tidy and he didn’t really do that much moving. Maybe he was rolling around in his sleep but uhh. I don’t know. This doesn’t seem too far fetched tbh
Just watched a white lotus interview and Lochlan is going for my girl piper next STAY AWAY FROM HER I WONT LET YOU HURT MY BABY
No words.
You can’t convince me that Saxon doesn’t have a thing for cute toes.. he’s a whore for white and pink just trust me🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
ur blog is amazing 😭😭 its like every thing i like is in this blog 🙈 ur the best!!! 😽😼🙇♀️
AHHH ILYSM TYY💋💋💋💋 this is so sweet omg im so glad you likeee I can’t stay consistent with the stuff I talk and write about 😭 im glad someone gets it
you should lowkey do one where angel reader and lochlan lose their virginity to eachother :3 maybe on the yacht when everyone is passed out?
I actually have a fic exactly like this but it isn’t angel reader🙏🏽 it’s this one but if you want me to rewrite it with angel reader or in a different way please lmk
i gotta say that whatever happens in the white lotus finale it's that at least when people write lochlan fics they'll know is canon that he has a incest kink i- 🙃
Omg😭 not my baby💔💔💔💔💔
This one too
The way she screams for Matt 😭 i cannntttt
What if .. Greg finds out about what they did more specifically through Chloe, and somehow makes them fuck more???
Greg weird ass.. I honestly wouldn’t put it past him. But Chloe was enjoying ts too much I feel like she’s gonna take it too far like putting something in their drink or smth but idk how evil Chloe is tbh so I’m just waiting to see