You Can’t Convince Me That Saxon Doesn’t Have A Thing For Cute Toes.. He’s A Whore For White And

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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.”

this is what happens when u trust an old man in the relationship... also that incest storyline when to nowhere or is it just me not thinking enough

No cause Rick pmo from the beginning LIKE HE DONT KNOW HOW TO SHOW LOVE AT ALL. This is why you don’t get with old ppl cause all of them spend their last days mad asf at the world for little to no reason. Everything was so rushed and it really irritated me and the incest storyline kinda felt unnecessary at the end of it’s just me??? Lochlans explanation for doing what he did didn’t seem valid or realistic in the slightest. They definitely could’ve added more to this because we all know Lochlan likes men but they didn’t say anything about that. Like they treated it like it wasn’t a big deal and I thought it would become way more important. I loved this season but the finale could’ve been two parts I feel

Does anyone wanna follow eachother on Pinterest and share cute boards and stuff my pins are so bland🙁

Would u guys be mad if I drastically change my theme. I got so many compliments on it I feel scared to change it😭

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..

coming out.. I use to have a crush on Taylor Holder. KILL ME NOW UGHHHHH EWWWWWUUUHHHHH

the DRIVE IN

chris and babydoll reader

summary.. After a group movie night, Chris drives you home and doesn’t know how to act.

The night air was warm, thick with the faint smell of popcorn and exhaust from the drive-in. Chris had parked a little away from the crowd when you all arrived, his old car a quiet escape from the chaos of your friends, who somehow always seemed louder in public. The movie had been alright, not that Chris had been paying much attention. His eyes kept drifting, almost like they had a mind of their own, to you.

You had leaned back against the car seat, your hair perfectly framing your face, the glow of the giant screen painting your skin in shifting light. You didn’t say much during the film, just a few clever quips about the plot and one or two sarcastic remarks that had him smirking. But when you laughed, soft and sudden, it was like something had shifted in the air, and Chris felt it in his chest, sharp and undeniable.

Now, the car hummed quietly as he drove you home, his fingers drumming an uneven rhythm on the steering wheel. You sat beside him, turned just enough to let the warm breeze from the open window brush your face. Your scent lingered in the small space between you, light and familiar, something he never wanted to forget.

“Didn’t think you’d enjoy the movie,” he said, breaking the silence in a way that felt more casual than it actually was. His eyes flicked toward you, hoping to catch something, anything, in your expression.

You tilted your head, lips pulling into a half-smile. “It was fine. Could’ve done without all the explosions, though.”

“Explosions are the best part,” he shot back, grinning like he was trying to win you over.

“Yeah, for someone with no taste,” you teased, your tone light but sharp enough to shut him down in that effortless way you always seemed to have.

He laughed, shaking his head. “You really don’t let me have anything, do you?”

You shrugged, your eyes still on the window. “You don’t need me to.”

Chris bit the inside of his cheek, his grin softening into something quieter. You always had this way of cutting through all the nonsense, leaving him feeling completely seen. It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t something he was used to either.

The drive stretched on, the streetlights casting fleeting shadows over your face. He kept stealing glances, noticing how your fingers absentmindedly played with the edge of your sleeve or how your lips pressed together, like you were lost in thought.

Then there was a moment, a small one, but enough, when you turned your head, and your eyes caught his. He froze, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. For a second, neither of you looked away, the air between you thick with something unspoken.

But just as quickly as it happened, you looked away, turning your head back toward the window.

“You’re so quiet tonight,” he said, his voice a little lower, the words almost catching in his throat.

You hummed softly in response, shifting in your seat. “Just tired, I guess.”

He wanted to say something else, something that felt as big as the way he felt when you were near him, but all he could do was reach for the radio, settling on a low, mellow tune to fill the space.

The ride to your house felt too short for him but probably just right for you. He pulled up to the curb and turned off the engine, the sudden quiet making his pulse feel louder in his ears. You unbuckled your seatbelt but didn’t make a move to get out just yet.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, your voice soft as you turned to look at him. Your eyes lingered on his face, and for a moment, Chris felt completely unraveled.

“Yeah,” he said, his hand brushing the back of his neck. “Ofc. You don’t even gotta ask.”

You leaned toward him then, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. His heart was pounding so loud he was sure you could hear it. He thought, hoped, you might kiss him, but instead, your lips pressed gently to his cheek.

The kiss was soft, lingering in a way that left him breathless. When you pulled back, your face was so close to his, and the smile you gave him was warm and just a little mischievous.

“Goodnight, Chris,” you whispered, your voice quiet but carrying a weight he couldn’t quite understand.

And before he could say or do anything, you opened the door and stepped out, your hair bouncing as you walked toward your front porch. Chris sat there for a long moment, one hand on the wheel, the other brushing against the spot on his cheek where your lips had been.

He watched you until the door closed behind you, then let out a long, shaky breath. “fuck,” he muttered under his breath, somewhat disappointed.

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