⋆ MYLENE’S MASTER-LIST

Should i do Lochlan Ratliff smut.. I haven’t done smut before and I wanna see how good or bad it could be. And Lochlan is just too cute..

ooooooo gimme dat

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.”

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

Okay I really like quen but um.. pokimane?? Dropouts?? Like she’s not beating the allegations I’m sorry I’m starting to think they’re true cause wtf do u mean POKIMANE like that is verrryyyyyyy weird behavior and I feel like no one cares because she’s fine. Like it’s getting weird to me.

How they would dress in THE 70s

Slushy Noobz

hamzah..

jeans, bell bottoms, graphic tee, chunky belts, leather jacket, adidas, no color coordination, less effort, tucked shirts, plain

martin..

just nerdy, plaid, button ups, vests, stripes, belts, tucked shirts, skinnier bell bottoms, used to get dress by his mom majority of his childhood, white converse

mandy..

light colors, plaid, skirts skirts skirts, blue, yellows, pinks, browns, chunky shoes, headbands, floral print, girly girl, charm bracelets, cutesy

Sturniolos

chris..

tanks, big tees, bell bottoms, flares, baggy jeans, big belts, plain colors, rings, thrift, same pair of converse, open chest

matt..

basically chris just with more effort, flares, bell bottoms, stripes, plaid, scrunched up sleeves, jackets, wrist accessories, graphic tees, versatile, chunky belts

nick..

fashion icon, diva, necklaces, sweaters, layered collars, cleaner, more effort, doc martins, converse, jackets, v necks

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Nick and Tara were being so cute I forgot he was gay ngl

i’m gonna sob THANK YOU<33 i love your whole 70s theme so much, i can’t get over it

Omg this makes me so happy because I didn’t think anyone would really vibe with it since no one really does it. But this made my heart flutter tysm🙏🏽🤍

LOCHLAN SMUT PLEASEEE everything im seeing is so fluffy but we all saw the way he kisses so um 👀

PINKY PROMISE

lochlan ratliff and reader smut

The boat sways gently beneath you, the ocean stretching endlessly into the dark. Everything feels too much, the soft hum of waves, the distant laughter below deck, the warmth of your skin against the cool night air. You’ve never done drugs before, and now you’re out of your mind, your senses cranked up to a hundred. You can feel everything. The way the wind grazes your arms, the rough texture of the boat’s carpet beneath you, the erratic thudding of your own heart.

Lochlan sits across from you, legs crossed, his fingertips trailing absentmindedly over the floor. His pupils are blown, his lips parted like he’s trying to catch his breath even though he hasn’t been running. You’re hugging your knees to your chest, trying to steady yourself, but you can’t. You’re both too aware, and it’s making you jittery.

It’s not like everyone else. They’d crashed a while ago, scattered below deck, passed out in a tangle of limbs and abandoned drinks. But you and Lochlan? You’re still here. Stuck in this hyper-aware, touch-starved limbo.

You try to distract yourself, rambling about the game earlier, how ridiculous it was, how terrifying it felt in the moment. Lochlan listens, a lazy smirk on his face, nodding along as you giggle.

“You practically made out with Saxon,” you tease, nudging his knee with your foot.

He groans, rolling his eyes, shaking his head like he can’t believe you’re bringing it up. “That was barely making out.”

You laugh harder than you should, breathless and lightheaded. It feels like you can’t stop. It’s like everything is funny right now.

Lochlan chuckles too, but then his laughter fades, his smile lingering but different now. A little tense. A little hesitant.

You’re still giggling to yourself when he finally speaks.

“Saxon kissed you.”

Your breath catches slightly.

“He was practically trying to eat you,” he adds, and his voice is teasing, but there’s something else beneath it. Something unreadable.

Your stomach twists.

“Yeah,” you mumble, pressing your cheek against your knee. “It was… weird.”

He watches you carefully.

You exhale, licking your lips. “Like, it was rough.” You frown slightly, trying to piece together the right words. “Like I had to force myself to like it.”

Lochlan’s fingers flex slightly on the carpet. His knee bounces once before stopping.

Then he says, “I could do a better job than that.”

Your head snaps toward him, eyes wide, before you burst into laughter. You’re convinced he’s joking.

But he doesn’t laugh.

He just looks at you, waiting.

Your smile falters slightly, your heart hammering against your ribs. You try to play it off, voice wobbly as you tease, “You don’t have any experience.”

He smirks a little. “I wouldn’t try to swallow you.”

That warmth in your stomach spreads, creeping up your neck. The boat sways gently, and suddenly, you feel weightless.

“Can I try?” he asks, voice softer this time.

You don’t say yes.

You don’t say no, either.

And he doesn’t know what that means, so he just leans in.

Your breath stutters, but you don’t move away.

At first, it’s just a peck, soft and fleeting. He pulls back, grinning like this is the funniest thing in the world, but you’re not laughing.

He notices.

This time when he leans back in, it’s different.

His lips press into yours again, slow and unsure but eager, and you kiss him back, tentatively at first. He exhales through his nose like he’s relieved, like he wasn’t sure if you’d kiss him back at all. His hands slide down your back, hesitating before settling on your hips.

It’s awkward and clumsy and neither of you care.

You rest your hands on his shoulders, unsure, barely touching, until he presses forward, his weight gently easing you onto the carpet. Your back meets the floor, and then he’s above you, hovering, breath shaky, eyes locked on yours.

The world around you fades, the ocean, the boat, the distant murmurs from below deck.

Just you. Just him.

His lips find yours again, and this time it’s deeper. Slow. Uncertain. His hands tighten on your waist, then drift lower, settling just above your thighs like he’s testing the waters.

You exhale sharply against his mouth, gripping his shoulders tighter. He tilts his head, pressing closer, and your stomach flips, heat coiling low in your belly.

The touches are hesitant, inexperienced, but it doesn’t matter.

As you and Lochlan's kiss deepened, you felt something inside you ignite, an ache that spread through your body, demanding attention, demanding satisfaction. You pushed yourself up, your chests pressing against each other, and Lochlan's hands instinctively slid down to your hips, gripping you tightly, anchoring you to him.

You could feel his need, matching your own, as he pulled you closer, his body molding against yours, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. You moved together, the kiss growing more urgent, more desperate. Lochlan's fingers dug into your skin, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins.

Lochlan’s breath was uneven, his forehead barely brushing against yours as he hovered over you. The moonlight reflected off the water, painting shifting silver patterns across his skin. His lips were pink and kiss-swollen, his pupils dark and blown wide.

He wasn’t trying to be rough, it didn’t suit him. But there was something different in the way he touched you now. A little more sure of himself, a little more desperate. His hands traced tentative patterns down your sides, warm and steady, but there was an urgency to the way he kissed you, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt beneath him.

Your heart pounded so hard it nearly drowned out the waves lapping against the boat. You gasped softly when his fingers skimmed under the waistband of your bikini bottoms, not entirely pushing, just testing. Your hand instinctively closed around his wrist, stopping him.

Lochlan froze. His breath hitched, and he pulled back just enough to search your face, eyes flicking between yours, afraid he’d pushed too far.

“I—” he started, voice rough, but you shook your head quickly.

“It’s not that,” you whispered, though you weren’t even sure what that was. “You just…you donn’t know what you’re doing. Not really.” And the thought sent a nervous chill down your spine, despite the heat between you.

Lochlan let out a breathless laugh, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah? Well, neither do you.”

You squinted at him, narrowing your eyes, and he smirked, soft, teasing, almost offended.

“Please…” His voice dropped, quiet and pleading. “Lemme try. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

You hesitated, searching his face for any hint of doubt, but there was none. Just Lochlan. Just the boy who had spent the whole night laughing with you, the boy who looked at you like you were something delicate and precious, even as his hands trembled slightly against your skin.

Finally, you nodded.

His lips parted slightly, exhaling in quiet relief. But before he could do anything, you grabbed his face between your hands, making sure he was looking right at you.

“You can’t tell anyone,” you whispered, voice firm despite the way it wavered at the edges. “I mean it. No matter how much Saxon gets in your head, you can’t spill.”

Lochlan’s brows furrowed. “Saxon doesn’t get in my head.”

You tilted your head, unconvinced. “Promise me.”

Something flickered behind his eyes before he sighed, holding out his pinky. “I won’t tell. Pinky promise.”

You hesitated for half a second before wrapping your pinky around his.

The moment you did, he pressed you back down against the soft, warm deck, lips crashing onto yours again, filled with a new kind of urgency. His fingers dipped under your waistband, dragging your swim bottoms down just enough for him to kiss along your stomach, slow and reverent, like he was worshiping you.

You feel his hands on your bikini bottoms, pulling it down slowly, giving you the opportunity to stop him if you want to. But you remain motionless, staring at the ceiling, silently granting him permission to continue.

As the fabric slides down your legs, you sense his eyes drinking in the sight of your exposed skin. He lets out a barely audible breath, his voice a husky whisper that seems to vibrate against your flesh.

With deliberate care, he lifts your legs, draping them over his shoulders. The position is intimate, vulnerable, and you feel a flutter of trepidation mixed with excitement. You're not sure where this is headed, but you trust him enough to follow wherever he leads.

His fingers brush against your inner thighs, the light touch sending shivers down your spine. You hold your breath, anticipating what might come next. Instead of plunging ahead, he parts your legs the slightest bit, as if savoring the taste of uncertainty.

Then, without warning, his face descends, his breath hot against your core. You gasp, your body tensing reflexively, but he continues undeterred,he moves closer and presses a feather-light kiss against your clit. The sensation is electric, and you can't help but clamp your thighs around his head, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment washing over you.

"Ow," he murmurs, his voice muffled by your grip. "Sorry," you whisper.

He returns between your thighs, his tongue gliding over your slick folds in long, languid strokes. Each pass sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, your hips twitching involuntarily in response. Your fingers thread through his hair, holding him close, unsure whether to guide him or not.

As he works, his nose occasionally brushes against your clit, the slight friction adding another layer of pleasure. Your moans grow louder, more urgent, your body beginning to quake with the approaching climax.

His movements become more insistent, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every hidden crevice. You're lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind foggy with the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through your veins.

Suddenly, a particularly skilled lick sends you over the edge. A strangled cry tears from your throat as your body seizes, convulsing in your orgasm. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling the sound as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you.

When you start to relax, you release your death grip on his hair, panting heavily. He looks up at you, mouth wide curled into a shocked smile and he laughs at the sound you made. Without warning, he peppers your thigh with soft kisses.

Irritation flickers across your features as he laughs at your post-orgasmic vulnerability. You shove his forehead half-heartedly, trying to hide the pure utter embarrassment in your face. He catches your wrist, his grip gentle but firm, and presses a tender kiss to your palm.

Satisfied with the gesture, you relax into the carpet, the cool fibers a stark contrast to the heat still radiating from your skin.

With a contented sigh, he reaches over to gently tug your bikini bottoms back into place, covering your still-sensitive flesh.

He lays beside you on his back quietly. The both of you breathing heavily but at different paces, chests rising up and down at different times. Not even looking at you. And you not looking at him. Almost trying to see if you regret what you had just done.

Neither of you speaks, content to drown in the aftermath of your shared experience. Eventually, you both turn to face each other, exchanging smiles.

Breaking the silence, you both erupt in laughter.

sorry this is so long but this was my first time writing smut and I was feeling like Shakespeare.. I got a lot of requests and I’m trying to do them all in a short span of time..

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I need riff lorton x black reader fics