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࿐ ࣪ ۪ INTRODUCING 𝒜NGEL READER

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What if I wrote something for dad!saxon with a poc mom!gf.. actually forget I asked I’m writing this

Can you make yet another AMAZING Lochlan x reader fic? Possibly one where she’s poc or lower class and they meet while at the full moon party?

And maybe they have a fun romance before the end of the vacation, obviously with his parents not knowing or approving, could it also be spicer if you’re comfortable with it? Thanks! Your work is SOOO GOOD!!!

FULL MOON

accidentally fell in love with this reader. You will see more of her and them

Lochlan didn’t mean to stare. Really, he didn’t.

But there was something about her. Maybe it was her hair, big, voluminous curls that bounced when she moved, catching the moonlight and flickering in and out of the neon haze of the Full Moon Party. Maybe it was her laugh, high pitched, almost like a squeal, pure joy wrapped in sound. Or maybe it was her smile, the way her slightly imperfect teeth made her seem all the more perfect.

His gaze lingered too long.

Saxon, standing beside him, caught on immediately. “No, dude,” he said, reaching out to turn Lochlan’s head the other way. “No. We’re not doing this.”

Lochlan barely heard him. The drugs in his system, still fresh, still making his skin tingle, his chest light, were building him a new confidence, one he wasn’t used to. He felt untouchable, like his usual nervousness had been stripped away by the pounding bass and flashing lights. He didn’t overthink it. Didn’t talk himself out of it.

He just walked over.

The closer he got, the more details stood out. The glow of her skin, the single dimple in her cheek when she turned to say something to her friend. It was unfair, the effect she had on him. Like she was something soft in a world that had always felt a little too sharp.

When she noticed him standing there, she tilted her head, smile still lingering. “Hey,” she said, voice soft but not shy.

“Hey,” he echoed, suddenly aware he hadn’t thought this far ahead.

She studied him, eyes flickering across his face before she grinned. “You lost or something?”

He shook his head. “No, I just—” He cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I saw you.”

She blinked, then let out a breathy laugh, that squeal of hers breaking through. “You saw me?”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

Lochlan felt his mouth twitch into a lopsided grin. “And I wanted to come over.”

She gave him a long look, her dimple deepening as she took him in. Then, as if deciding something, she stepped closer. “Well,” she mused, reaching up without hesitation to straighten the collar to his shirt. “Now you’re here.”

He swallowed, his skin burning where her fingers brushed against him. She was touchy, comfortable in her own space and in his, like she belonged there. He wasn’t used to it, not in the way she did it. Not in the way it made him feel.

“Guess I am,” he murmured.

Her smile widened. “Guess you are.”

The party raged on around them, but Lochlan barely noticed. His world had narrowed down to the girl in front of him, her curls, her dimple, the way she made him feel like maybe, for once, he wasn’t just the younger Ratliff brother standing in Saxon’s shadow.

Maybe, to her, he was just Lochlan.

And maybe that was enough.

She didn’t step back. Didn’t give him space. Instead, she reached up again, fingertips grazing his jaw, trailing down his cheek like she was trying to memorize him.

Lochlan went still. He wasn’t used to this. Girls weren’t usually this… bold with him. Not like this. Not in a way that wasn’t forced or teasing. But she was different. She wasn’t playing a game, she just did things because she wanted to.

He swallowed hard, watching her eyes flicker between his, a quiet curiosity settling between them. “You don’t talk much, do you?” she teased.

Lochlan let out a breathy chuckle. “I do,” he said, “just not when I feel like an idiot.”

She grinned, her fingers slipping up to his temple, smoothing over his hair. “Why do you feel like an idiot?”

“Because I’m standing in front of you.”

Her laughter was immediate, bright and sweet and unrestrained. She shook her head, her curls brushing against his chest as she leaned in, resting her chin on his shoulder for a second before pulling back just enough to look at him again.

“You’re funny,” she said, eyes sparkling.

Lochlan shrugged. “Not really.”

She hummed, tilting her head. “No, I think you are. You just don’t know it.”

His lips parted, but before he could say anything, she leaned up—pressing a quick, barely-there kiss to his cheek.

Lochlan blinked.

She did it again. And again.

Soft, fleeting kisses along his jaw, his cheekbone, the corner of his lips. Not lingering, just there and gone, like she was testing something.

Lochlan’s breath hitched.

His hands twitched at his sides, wanting to do something, touch her waist, thread his fingers through her hair, pull her closer, but he was frozen, stuck between disbelief and pure, dizzying want.

Then, finally, she pressed her lips to his.

It wasn’t deep. It wasn’t rushed. It was warm and sweet and slow, like she had all the time in the world, like she wanted to savor it.

Lochlan felt lightheaded.

When she pulled away, her smile was soft, almost shy despite how openly affectionate she was. “Still feel like an idiot?”

He exhaled, shaking his head. “No,” he admitted. “Just feel lucky.”

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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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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..

lochlan ratliff and reader..

The night is still, the kind of quiet that makes everything feel bigger than it is. You slip out of the room you’re sharing with Piper, careful not to let the door creak, and make your way down the stone pathways, your sandals clicking softly against the ground. The pool glows in the darkness, a cool, inviting blue, the surface still as glass.

You sit at the edge, dipping your legs in, staring at the way the water distorts your reflection. The dinner replays in your head, looping over and over. You weren’t embarrassed before, but now.. now, the weight of all the things you should’ve said presses down on you. The things you should’ve done. The way Lochlan’s mother had looked at you, her questions sharp even when they were sweet.

Your fingers trail through the water. Maybe if you’d laughed more. Maybe if you’d said something different. Maybe if—

Footsteps.

Your head snaps up, heartbeat stuttering, but it’s just Lochlan, his figure backlit by the glow of the resort. His shirt is loose, his hair a little messy, like he’d just rolled out of bed. He sees you and grins.

“Knew you’d be out here,” he murmurs, stepping closer.

You scoff, nudging the water with your foot. “Yeah? How?”

He shrugs, peeling off his shirt and tossing it onto a lounge chair before slipping into the pool. “You get that look when you’re overthinking. Saw it before you went to bed.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling now.

Lochlan swims over, resting his arms on the edge beside you, watching you carefully. You don’t look at him when you say, “Remember freshman year? At Makenzie’s house? We played mermaids, and you were the pirate?”

He laughs, tilting his head back. “Oh my god. Yeah. And I took it way too seriously.”

“You tried to kidnap us,” you remind him.

“You let me kidnap you,” he shoots back, nudging your knee under the water.

You laugh, finally looking at him, and for a second, the weight in your chest loosens. The pool water ripples softly between you, the night air warm against your skin.

Lochlan hums, tilting his head. “You okay?”

You groan, covering your face with your hands. “No.”

He chuckles, prying your hands away. “Dinner?”

“I was so awkward,” you mumble. “I should’ve said more. I should’ve—”

“Stop.” He flicks water at you, making you gasp. “You were fine.”

You glare at him, but your lips twitch. “I was not fine.”

Lochlan smirks, swimming back slightly. “You were fine. I mean, my mom’s just…” He shrugs. “She’s like that with everyone.”

You exhale, watching as he floats on his back.

“You really don’t care?” you ask.

“Not even a little bit,” he says, tipping his head toward you, voice completely sincere.

You stare at him for a second, then splash water in his face.

Lochlan sputters, laughing. “Oh, oh?”

You shriek as he lunges, sending waves of water splashing up around you. You duck, trying to escape, but he grabs your wrist, spinning you around, both of you laughing so hard it barely makes a sound.

And then, footsteps.

You both freeze.

Lochlan grips your wrist tighter, eyes wide. “Is that—”

“Security?” you whisper, heart pounding.

A shadow appears under the terrace lights, and you brace for impact—

But then:

“Get your asses back inside,” Saxon drawls, arms crossed, looking half-asleep and wholly unimpressed.

You and Lochlan exchange glances before bursting into silent giggles, covering your mouths as you scramble out of the pool.

Saxon sighs. “If you guys get us kicked out, I’m making you both sleep outside.”

You shiver dramatically. “Oh no, not the five-star resort.”

Lochlan snorts, grabbing your hand as you slip past Saxon, dripping water onto the stone path.

Saxon shakes his head. “Idiots.”

But you hear the smirk in his voice as you and Lochlan sneak back inside, still laughing.

The laughter doesn’t stop, even as you sneak back toward your room, feet dripping little puddles along the stone path. Lochlan’s hand stays wrapped around yours, warm and sure, even as he bites down on his lip, trying, and failing, not to laugh.

Saxon trails behind you, rubbing a hand down his face like he’s already regretting getting out of bed. “Seriously,” he mutters. “What the hell were you two even doing out there?”

Lochlan shoots you a look, his grin crooked. “Playing mermaids.”

You slap his arm. “Shut up.”

Saxon groans. “Jesus Christ.”

You’re trying to be quiet, really, but the weight of the night, of everything that had been sitting in your chest since dinner, is gone now, washed away in chlorine and laughter. Lochlan looks at you, his damp hair curling at the edges, his tan skin glowing under the soft lights, and suddenly, nothing else matters, not his mom’s disapproving glances, not the questions you fumbled over, not the way you felt like you didn’t belong at that dinner table.

Because here, right now, you belong.

You reach your room, and just as you’re about to slip inside, Lochlan tugs on your wrist, stopping you.

You turn to face him, still breathless. “What?”

His expression softens, his thumb brushing against the inside of your palm. “You’re really okay?”

The laughter fades into something quieter, something warmer. You nod. “Yeah. I think so.”

Lochlan exhales like he was holding his breath, then leans in, pressing the gentlest kiss to your forehead. It lingers, just for a second.

Saxon groans behind you. “I’m actually gonna throw up.”

Lochlan laughs against your skin before pulling away. “Go to bed, Sax.”

“You go to bed,” Saxon mutters, already walking off.

You and Lochlan exchange another look, another quiet smile. He hurriedly walked back over to you giving you a gentle, sweet, quick kiss on the lips before reluctantly walking away back to his room.

And then, finally, you slip back into your room, feeling lighter than you have all night.

I dunno if I like this and I can definitely do better I just wanted to show off the concept of how I wanted to write them but I might change it around. PLEASE send in requests for him I’m begging

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