#patrick schwarzenegger x reader

[deniable-masterpiece]

say it with me again, BOTH. AT THE SAME DAMN TIME. still need requests for them omfg

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

During a press junket for The White Lotus Season 3, the inevitable question comes up about your past with Patrick Schwarzenegger. The interviewer, clearly trying to stir up some intrigue, leans forward with a smirk.

“So, you two go way back. Grew up together, even dated at one point. And correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you write a song about Patrick?”

You glance at Patrick, who’s already suppressing a grin. You can tell he’s bracing for whatever you’re about to say.

“I did,” you confirm with a small laugh. “But, you know, it was a long time ago. We were young, we had feelings, and I wrote about them. That’s kind of what I do.”

The interviewer nods eagerly. “And now you’re working together again. Is that awkward at all?”

Patrick finally speaks up, shaking his head. “Not at all. I mean, we’ve known each other since we were kids, and we both moved on. We’re professionals, we’re friends, and honestly, it’s been fun working together.”

The interviewer doesn’t let up. “So, Patrick, does your fiancée like the song? Has she heard it?”

You and Patrick exchange a knowing look before you smirk.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s banned from Spotify,” you joke. “But I doubt it’s on her go-to playlist.”

Patrick laughs. “Yeah, I don’t think she has it on repeat or anything. But she’s cool. She knows it’s ancient history.”

The interviewer leans back, slightly disappointed that there’s no brewing scandal. “So, no lingering tension?”

You shake your head. “No tension. Just nostalgia and some good stories.”

Patrick nods. “And some really bad fashion choices from back then.”

You both laugh, and just like that, the press tour moves on to the next question.

[hearts4hughes]

I DON’T LIKE SHARING | SAXON RATLIFF X READER

note: i need more saxon fics in my life!!

the problem was that you were never supposed to be more than a passing thing. that was the unspoken rule. a glance across the hotel bar, a late night on the beach, your hotel room, a secret. nothing real and nothing serious.

but now, as you leaned into some guy’s side, laughing like you didn’t feel saxon’s eyes burning holes into the back of your head, something shifted.

his jaw clenched. his drink stayed untouched in his hand. your head tilted back, your hand resting on the guy’s arm like it belonged there.

and that made him snap.

he didn’t think, just moved. slow, steady, pissed off. people turned to look as he crossed the sand, his expression unreadable. but his chest was tight. his hands were already curling into fists.

you didn’t notice him until he was right behind you, until his hand slid around your waist and pulled you back into his chest like you’d been his all night.

you stiffened and your breath caught.

“we have a time limit on how long you ignore me?” he muttered against your neck.

your spine straightened. “what the hell are you doing?”

“didn’t like the view from across the fire,” he said casually. “figured this one was better.”

then he kissed you. it was light, lazy, possessive. his thumb grazed your lower back like he was reminding you, just so you wouldn’t forget.

the guy beside you took a step back, clearly uncomfortable.

saxon didn’t even look at him. well, not at first.

“you her butler or something?” he asked finally, eyes finally flicking to the stranger.

the guy muttered something under his breath and walked off without waiting for a response.

you pulled away immediately, anger bubbling up fast.

“what the fuck is your problem?”

he just grinned; that same stupid grin like everything was going exactly how he planned it.

“i don’t like sharing.”

you stared at him for a beat too long.

because neither did you.

[supercap2319]

Luke gasped and moaned as his boyfriend was giving him head in the norm room at Godolkin University. After a particularly stressful sparing session, Y/N thought Luke could use a break. Luke's eyes rolled back slightly as he let out a low groan, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him. He looked down at Y/N, who was focused intently on pleasing him. The stress of the sparring session seemed to melt away with each passing moment.

Feeling Y/N's wet, warm heat around his aching cock was driving Luke wild. It was amazing how hard Y/N could make Luke after a few sucks. Luke's breath hitched as Y/N took him deeper, his mouth and tongue working in perfect synchronization. He could feel his orgasm building, his hips lifting slightly to meet Y/N's mouth. With a final, muffled cry, Luke came undone, his release pulsing into Y/N's mouth.

Y/N swallowed his boyfriend's load as he licks him through the aftershocks.

Luke gasped softly as Y/N continued to lick along his oversensitive cock, drawing out the lingering pleasure. His body trembled slightly with each stroke of Y/N's tongue. He reached down, gently tangling his fingers in Y/N's hair. "Holy shit..."

Pulling off with an audible pop, Y/N smirks at Luke. "What's wrong, Golden Boy? Did I suck the words right out of your mouth?" Luke chuckled weakly, shaking his head in amused disbelief as he gazed down at Y/N with fond affection. "You really did, didn't you? I swear, if sucking my brains out was an Olympic sport, you'd take home the gold every damn time."

"Wonder if I could take home the gold for best dick up the ass?" Y/N jokes.

Golden Boy laughed, throwing his head back as his eyes crinkled at the corners. He pulled Y/N up his body, so their faces were inches apart. "You know what?" He murmured softly. "For someone who looks so innocent, you sure have a dirty mouth."

"Guess I learned that from you." Y/N leans upward, crashing their lips together as Luke tastes himself on Y/N's tongue.

[ferrariswiftiespace]

i loved your saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader, can you please write more about girlfriend flirting with lochlan and saxon watching jealous, ending with saxon separating you from lochlan and you blow a kiss to lochlan.

thank you so much, yes i love the idea! should i put a name to girlfriend!reader?

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader

faceclaim madelyn cline

summary saxon gets jealous of you flirting with lochlan to provoke him

the night air is thick with heat, the glow of pool lights casting soft ripples on the water’s surface as saxon watches from the deep end, arms stretched along the pool’s edge. he’s been watching for a while now, eyes narrowed behind wet lashes, jaw tight as you sit beside lochlan on one of the lounge chairs.

you tilt your head, dragging your fingers through lochlan’s slightly damp hair. he stiffens under your touch, his face instantly going pink, but he doesn’t pull away.

“you’re looking really man now, lochy,” you tease, tilting your chin in approval as your fingers twirl a stray lock of his hair. “that outfit looks really cute on you.”

lochlan ducks his head, his shy smile barely contained. “oh—uh, thanks,” he mumbles, voice almost nervous but clearly enjoying the attention.

you grin, leaning in slightly. “i mean it. you’re not the same little lochy from before. you’ve grown up.”

“you think so?” he asks, sneaking a glance at you before quickly looking away again.

“mhm,” you hum, playfully ruffling his hair. “it’s kinda adorable, seeing you all shy.”

lochlan chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “well, it’s not every day you say nice things to me.”

“hey! i’m always nice to you.”

he raises an eyebrow. “you called me a baby last week.”

you laugh, tilting your head. “but a cute baby.”

lochlan shakes his head with a small smile, then glances at you, his eyes flickering over your swimsuit before he can stop himself. “you look really good in that swimsuit,” he admits, the words tumbling out in a rush, like he didn’t mean to say them out loud.

that does it.

saxon moves so fast the water barely makes a splash, climbing out of the pool in one swift motion. before you can blink, his hand is gripping your arm, firm but not rough, yanking you up from the lounge chair.

“jesus, sax,” you laugh, trying to pull away. “jealous much?”

lochlan lets out a nervous laugh, watching as saxon practically manhandles you. “uh—dude, we were just talking.”

“yeah? well, now we’re leaving,” saxon mutters, his grip unrelenting as he starts pulling you away.

you and lochlan exchange a look before bursting into laughter, fully aware that saxon is mad. he doesn’t say a word, just keeps walking, dragging you with him.

as you pass lochlan, you lift your free hand and blow him a teasing kiss, your grin widening when his cheeks flush again. but before the kiss even lands, saxon is quick to yank your arm down, his grip tightening.

“you think flirting with my little brother isn’t wrong?” his voice is low, tense, but there’s something else beneath the annoyance—something possessive, something desperate.

“i wasn’t flirting, we were talking.”

“yeah, right,” saxon scoffs, shaking his head before pulling you closer. “just keep your hands out of his hair next time.”

[castieltrash1]

Heyyy! Would you be willing to write a Saxon x fem!reader story with the she fell first but he fell harder trope? I need to see that man crash out when he realizes he’s in love with her (like in that tweet about this trope where the ��fell harder” person is like “if I can’t get married tomorrow I will start biting people” 😭😂) thanks!

ty for the req saxon is like a brain worm to me i became addicted to him so im excited for this :3

saxon ratliff x fem!reader; mutual pining, she fell first/he fell harder trope, mentions of sex, canonical doucheyness heh

you’re not someone saxon would initially concern himself with, especially when you begin to show interest in him quickly after meeting. he likes the chase, the ego boost he gets from convincing someone to change their mind about him. it’s less about turning hate into love, and more about the slight shift from bashful resistance to feeble acceptance. if he knows he has power over you right away, the spark dissipates. this isn’t to say he won’t fuck you -- but that’s probably all he’ll do. whoever you’re on vacation with in thailand (friends, family, even your own brain) will continually remind you of that. hit it and quit it, one night stand, muay thai and chill -- you hear it all.

but you’re determined, which he likes. if you asked why, he’d said he’s not used to women in his life being so forward with their wants/desires, though it’s clear that assumption comes from a very warped perspective of female sexuality. you’re simply the first person he’s really noticed doing it, something he attributes to a lack of external distractions. without pornhub and an explore page full of instagram models, saxon is forced to acknowledge that you want him, not just in the way he's used to, and you’re not afraid to show it.

of course, as he accepts this massive mind-fuck and spirals, you shift your attention elsewhere. if he’s not going to share your passion, why waste your time? you’ve got all of ko samui to explore, with or without him! spoiler alert, it will be WITH him because now he’s trailing behind you like a lost dog. it’s what he’s used to -- the hunt -- but he hates it this time. he hates watching you devote your time to anything or anyone that doesn’t revolve around him. you shouldn’t expect anything less from such a spoiled guy, honestly.

you don’t need to open your eyes to see what, or who, suddenly covered the sun from shining down on you, interrupting your scheduled tanning time. still, you turn toward the emerging shadow, cracking a single lid open to peer at saxon through your tinted shades. he’s in just a pair of swimming shorts, a conscious decision if the subtle flexing of his muscles and position of his crotch inches from your face is any indication.

“if i wanted an umbrella, i would’ve sat under one,” you casually remark, ignoring the way his gaze drags over your exposed skin, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.

“i think we should have dinner together. tonight.”

“can’t. busy.”

his smile falters, brows twitching together in confusion. he knows he hasn’t been reading the last few days wrong -- you want him, and he’s ready to make your wishes come true. he blinks in disbelief, the silence between you two thick with anticipation, before he scoffs, fingers flexing at his sides.

“uh, okay. fine,” he says, feigning indifference as he stomps off like a tantrum-throwing toddler. “whatever.”

+ once saxon’s groveled enough to get you back, he is NOT letting you go. whatever outings you’ve planned or hotel accommodations you’ve scheduled will now be a couple’s experience! if it’s not something he can join (or make you cancel,) he’ll whine about it for hours before and after, only shutting up when you offer him some form of reassurance. basically, let him help you christen every surface of your suite and he’ll call it even.

white lotus weekend 🪷

[daylighted]

ঌ FLAME & STORM ⚡︎

author's notes ⚡︎ fun fact! i love him. i miss him every day. he is my pookie who can do no wrong. sorry i'm ignoring all my other fics and things to do this drabble i am in a rut so bad </3 forgive me. layout lightly inspired by @cherrygirlfriend rina is so talented i love her sm mwah mwah.

details ⚡︎ ⌞ luke riordan x weather manipulation supe .ᐟ reader ⌝ nature plays funny pranks in the form of pairing natural disasters up as perfect matches

warnings ⚡︎ suggestive content & themes angry kisses car makeout session cheating subtexts godolkin university's parking lot HATES to see them coming all involved can not be held liable for the physical damage caused in the heat of the moment

word count ⚡︎ 763 .ᐟ

lightning flashes in the sky. it cracks as it strikes the ground, each one growing closer in proximity to the single car in the parking lot with its headlights on.

inside is a girl and a boy who have never gotten along, not really. the world defines them as polar opposites. a forest fire and a stormy hurricane in human forms, circling the other like vultures.

one of them was bound to strike first. expectedly, it was you, with the lightning in your veins and dancing across your fingertips.

his skin is hot beneath your palms. even through his shirt, you can feel the fire lurking underneath his skin, pulsing along with his heartbeat as your hands slide down his chest. his tongue is in your mouth, nails clawing at the hips settled atop his.

you break the kiss. you have to breathe, after all. golden boy prides himself on the fact that he is so naturally above the rest of the student body, and so of course, he isn't nearly as out of breath as you seem to be.

your lips do not leave his, though. they stay pressed to his as you pant on the soft, swollen skin. "one of us is bound to burn down this school."

you feel his smile before you hear the laugh that comes along with it. "promise?"

your hand on his chest smacks it. his laugh is more breathless this time, chasing after your lips when you pull back to fix him with a furious glare. "shut up."

"kiss me, then," he whispers with a single peck to your mouth, and one more lingering one. one hand slides up, and then it's around the back of your neck, keeping you captive in the kiss. you've done this before. he knows you will try to break free.

still pressed to his chest, your fingertips crackle. he doesn't mind the zap because he can't feel the burn. outside, thunder rumbles in the sky, a deep backdrop of sound to the panting of your warm breaths intermingling.

the windows are fogged. the rain pouring down on the car's exterior only blurs the view inside and outside of the car further. you can't control the storms you conjure when you're around him, just like he can't help but burn you.

"i hate you," you breathe on his mouth.

"no, you don't," he whispers back, as if you're sharing secrets in the small gap between your two bodies, letting the forbidden nature of it all swallow them whole.

you bite down on his bottom lip, just enough to make him hiss, soothing it with a little flick of your tongue. "i hate this."

he stills for a second. you think you might have pushed it a little too far, bringing up the unspoken confession that you just did. his hands are again too hot on the bare of your back, where they'd crept up beneath your shirt and splayed on the small of it. he'll burn you, you'll drown him, and the universe will laugh at the games that it's played by letting the both of you orbit each other.

instead, you meet luke riordan's eyes, the blaze of flames in their typically blue depths, and see a fierceness you only ever get glimpses of when the storm rages outside too hard, and his head is between your legs, or his cock buried deep inside of you in this very driver's seat.

this is a maelstrom of a situation, and yet you find yourself in it often. you are magnets that repel each other when you get too close, but the tension of how it feels in the moments before you break apart is too good to ever pass up.

it's a disaster waiting to happen. a lightning strike comes close enough to the running metal frame of his car that sparks skitter across the top and the hood, a blinding white that you've grown used to.

he can't hurt you, but he tries. you can't hurt him, but you try. and somehow, despite all of the physical efforts, the only thing that has ever succeeded in hurting either of you was this.

vibrant, alight eyes bore into yours as his fingers find the center seam of your jeans and trace upwards painstakingly slow, until they're curled around the button and popping it open. "so let me make you forget," his mouth trails from the corner of yours down your jaw, your throat, as he whispers the words set to damn the both of you, "how much you hate it."

[dabluesgifmaker]

[montysstuffs]

Ramble-y Luke Nightingale headcanon

AN: Literally a thought dump for when I start writing an actual one shot for him 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

MINORS DNI!!

Warning: oral (fem receiving), knife play, doggy style

Maybe Daniel and Luke came to a truce? Like “okay, you get your freedom, just don’t kill my friends.”

Daniel thinks Venom/Eddie Brock dynamic is genius

Luke reminds him that venom is a literal alien parasite. Then he thinks on it, and nods, “actually, that seems fitting.”

Maybe you start out as roommates

Dylan gets lonely sometimes and will ask you to “platonically” cuddle him. And by cuddle I mean warp your arms around this boy and squeeze him like your life depended on it. And if you wanna be cuddled, he’ll squeeze you like you could slip away at any moment.

•you don’t get along with Daniel

•….at first.

•his lets his presence be known at any given time.

•you’ve always been one to speak your mind

•so when he gets luke into trouble, you are yelling at Daniel.

•I mean, like in his fucking shit

•”at the end of the day, you’re just some fucking cockroach in Luke’s brain”

•he sits up from his relaxed stance and moves closer to you

•”I’m not scared of you”

•”you should be, girl.

•he raises his hand as a threat

•luke intervenes

•”we had a deal, Daniel. No hurting my friends.”

•the more time luke spends with you, the more Daniel feels like you’re his as well

•calling you “mate” as a nickname

•”oh that’s just a term of endearment”

•”no, I think he means like….mate”

Nsfw under cut

•your first time with Luke was nothing less than rushed/hurried

•Luke was selfish, only chasing after his climax instead of giving you both pleasure

•but with more guidance, you help him figure out your body

•now that we have that established, my man loves to eat

•I mean he’s messy with it too

•slips two fingers into you with his tongue still in your clit

•not an expert, but he gets an A for effort

•coaxes you to cum in his mouth as your thighs are tightening around his head

•”that’s it baby, let me taste you”

•”I’ve got you, baby”

•will hold both of your hands as he slurps away.

•missionary is his favorite. He wants to see your face riddled with pleasure as he fucks you.

•some times are rougher than overs. When he’s had a hard day with his mom or school, he fucks into you with reckless abandon. The line between Daniel and Luke slipping only a little bit. (I know that’s not how it works but 🥵🥵)

•and you let him. Let him take his frustrations out on you. Let him slip into that selfish old habit.

•on other rough times he’s had, he wants to be babied. Wants you to ride him, letting him lie there and relax as you give him what he needs. Cupping his face, you put a finger into his mouth. “You’re doing so good. Let me make you feel good, baby.”

Daniel on the other hand.

•hate fucking ensues

•you know your Luke isn’t himself when he goes to leave you a hickey. Breaking the skin ever so slightly

•his eyes look like pitch black orbs. Like the abyss

•bends you over any surface fucks you right then and there

•pulls and yanks your hair

•and if it’s too short to pull, he wraps his hand around your neck. Making you look at him as he takes you from behind

•has a major knife kink

•will cut off your clothes with said knife

•running the sharp blade across your soft body. Leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake

[deniable-masterpiece]

BOTH. AT THE SIME TIME. guys i neeeeed requests for the white lotus s3

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Treading Water Pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Girlfriend!Reader

The pool of the White Lotus Resort after midnight was a different world. The daytime chatter of tourists was gone, replaced by the hush of the ocean breeze and the distant clink of glasses from the resort’s private lounges. The water was still, the moonlight casting silver ripples across its surface, and the air was thick with the kind of heat that never truly left, even after the sun had set.

It felt stolen, like you weren’t supposed to be here.

Neither was Saxon.

Yet here you were—waist-deep in water, his hands gripping your hips beneath the surface, his chest brushing against yours, his eyes flickering between mischief and something darker.

“What if your mother finds out?” you taunted, voice low as you traced a single finger down his damp shoulder.

Saxon exhaled a sharp breath, his grip on you tightening just slightly. “Then she’ll make some passive-aggressive comment over breakfast and pretend she didn’t hear you moaning my name in the middle of the night.”

Your stomach flipped at his words, but you refused to let him see it. You tilted your head, nails skimming lightly down his chest. “That’s assuming I do.”

His smirk faltered for a half-second—barely noticeable, but enough for you to catch it. You had him.

He recovered quickly, stepping in closer, leaving almost no space between your bodies. The water made everything feel weightless, like you were floating between a dream and a mistake.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Saxon murmured, his voice softer now, rougher, his fingers sliding down your spine.

You let your lips graze his jaw, not quite kissing him, just enough to feel his breath catch. “You love it.”

A slow chuckle vibrated against your skin, his hands slipping lower, pressing you flush against him. “I love it when you quit pretending you don’t want this as much as I do.”

Your fingers curled into his hair, pulling him in just enough that your lips brushed—a breath away, torturously close—but still, you didn’t close the gap. You wanted to make him wait, make him chase, make him feel what you felt every time he whispered something in your ear at the dinner table just to see you squirm under his mother’s disapproving gaze.

“Beg for it,” you teased, barely above a whisper.

Saxon’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. For once, he didn’t have a cocky response. Just the quiet rise and fall of his breath, his hands skimming over wet skin, the tension between you stretched so tight it might just snap—

His mouth was on yours, deep and impatient, tongue sweeping against yours in a way that was more desperate than smug. His hands slid down, gripping beneath your thighs, lifting you slightly so your legs wrapped around him. He groaned into your mouth, stumbling backward until his back hit the pool wall, but he didn’t stop kissing you. Didn’t stop biting, licking, sucking like he was making up for lost time.

Water splashed between you as he dragged you even closer, kissing you like he needed you, like something in him would unravel if he didn’t. His hands roamed, exploring skin damp with chlorine, thumbs tracing the curves of your waist, nails scratching lightly as he tilted his head to kiss you deeper, dirtier.

You gasped into his mouth when he pressed you against the ledge, holding you there, teeth tugging at your bottom lip like he wanted to ruin you right here, in the middle of the goddamn pool.

“Saxon—”

“Shhh,” he murmured, but his voice was too wrecked for his usual arrogance. He was unraveling, falling apart beneath your touch, beneath the way you were rocking against him. Hard. Desperate. A collision of heat and restraint unraveling all at once. He groaned into your mouth, hands gripping, pulling, deepening—like he was making up for every moment he had to pretend you weren’t the only thing on his mind all night.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, the water lapping against your bodies, your fingers still tangled in his hair.

Saxon exhaled a laugh, low and dazed. “That’s more like it.”

You smirked, running a thumb over his swollen bottom lip. “I’m just getting started.”

Then—a noise.

The shuffle of footsteps on the nearby stone pathway.

You both froze.

The spell snapped, the sharp contrast of reality hitting as Saxon rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing hard, his fingers still curled around your hips.

“Shit,” he whispered, grinning like a devil, like he knew exactly what kind of trouble you’d just caused. “We should probably move.”

You swallowed, still dazed, still feeling the ghost of his mouth on your skin. But you smirked, running your fingers through his damp hair before whispering—

“Not yet.”

And just like that, he was kissing you again.

[supercap2319]

Luke: Tesseract. They say you are strong. Powerful. The mightiest dude at Godolkin University."

Y/N: "They do? That's nice of them to say."

Luke: "They'll say those things about me after I finish you."

Y/N: *Blasts Luke into a wall.*

[ferrariswiftiespace]

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader

faceclaim madelyn cline

summary saxon invites his middle upper class girlfriend to their trip to thailand

warnings soft nsfw??, brothers provoking each other in incestuous way (😒)

a/n im writing this as i watch episode 5, so if something happens after that i’ll probably write something different

also please interact with me or ill die

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader where saxon invites you on the trip his family is taking to thailand—even though his mom specifically advised against inviting you. tensions flare as you exchange passive-aggressive remarks with victoria, but saxon only laughs off the drama and takes you along for the adventure.

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader where saxon fucks you in semi-public settings—hidden bathrooms, spacious closets, or even the kitchen. he loves it when you’re loud, as if to announce to everyone that he’s proudly claiming you.

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader since saxon didn’t want lochlan sleeping with piper—and he refused to let you be far from him—the three of you end up sharing the same room. he sends lochlan to the bathroom so that you and saxon can fuck in the room.

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader where you watch him flirt with other girls, remaining silent as you withhold your own pleasure. by denying him cuming during your intimate moments, you make sure the power dynamic remains firmly in your hands.

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader where you flirt innocently with lochlan, all to spark saxon’s jealousy—a calculated game that intensifies the underlying tension between you all.

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader where you clash with piper, accusing her of being oblivious to her own privilege and of using buddhism as a convenient excuse for gentrification. saxon, on the other hand, is utterly confused when you confront her, not even grasping what gentrification truly means.

saxon ratliff x girlfriend!reader where, before the full moon party, you threaten saxon that if he gets too flirty, you’re gonna fucking cut his dick—ensuring he won’t even think of doing it. yet, as the night unfolds, you remain too drugged to fully comprehend when saxon kiss lochlan.

[deniable-masterpiece]

all i need to do is eat saxon ratliffs ass and give that horny man the happy ending he deserves

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Paradise Unraveled Pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Reader

Summary: You, Saxon’s girlfriend, join his wealthy family on vacation at The White Lotus resort in Thailand. While the trip starts as a lavish getaway filled with luxury, there is an undercurrent of tension—especially with Saxon’s mother, who subtly tests your place in their world.

Author's note: Is it too soon for a Saxon fic? Saw the first ep last night and damn if Patrick Schwarzenegger isn't a damn good psycho already. (He will play Tom Brady when they make his biopic just calling it now). I hate Saxon's mother.

You’ve never been on vacation with Saxon’s family before. Sure, you’d met them—formal dinners, a few holidays, the occasional charity gala where his mother would comment on your dress in a way that felt both like a compliment and a critique. But this? A full week at a luxury resort, no escape in sight? It was uncharted territory.

The White Lotus in Thailand was stunning—palms swayed against an impossibly blue sky, the ocean stretched out like glass, and the resort staff greeted you with hands pressed together in a wai, murmuring greetings that you hoped you responded to correctly.

“This place is sick,” Saxon said beside you, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he surveyed the pristine infinity pool. You reached over and pushed them back up playfully.

“Think we’ll survive this week?” you teased.

Saxon grinned, a little cocky, a little mischievous. “As long as you don’t let my mom get to you.”

That was easier said than done. His mother, Victoria, was the kind of woman who never had to raise her voice to make someone feel small. She wielded her wealth like an art form, and the idea of you—her son’s girlfriend, not yet engaged, not yet solidified in her social stratosphere—was something she still seemed to be assessing.

At dinner that first night, she watched you carefully over a glass of wine, asking polite but pointed questions. “So, what are your long-term goals?” “How do you see yourself fitting into Saxon’s world?”

Saxon, to his credit, squeezed your thigh under the table, a silent reassurance that he had your back. “Mom, she’s not applying for a job,” he said smoothly, cutting through the tension.

Still, you felt the weight of her gaze.

The days passed in a blur of boat trips, lavish meals, and spa treatments, but there was an undercurrent of tension you couldn’t quite place. The resort was beautiful, yes—but it had that strange, too-perfect quality, like something hiding in plain sight. The staff always seemed on edge, whispering when they thought guests weren’t listening. There was a story here, a history that no one was talking about.

And then there was Saxon. He was easygoing, charming, the life of the party. But there were moments, just flickers, where he seemed… different. A little too fixated on his reflection in the mirror. A little too eager to impress the other wealthy guests.

One night, you found yourself alone at the bar, watching the resort’s other guests mingle. That’s when you heard it—two employees speaking in hushed Thai. One of them glanced in Saxon’s direction, then at you. The only words you caught?

"He doesn’t know."

Doesn’t know what?

And just like that, the trip took a turn.

Because the next morning, Saxon was missing.

And you had a feeling that The White Lotus was about to reveal exactly why it was famous for more than just luxury vacations.

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I love your Saxon fics! Would you be willing to do a Saxon x shy (or possibly AuDHD) reader who feels insecure because she thinks she isn’t the type of girl that Saxon would normally be with and is worried he’ll end up with a girl like Chloe by the end of the trip? I’m hoping you’ll write it as something that’s angsty but has a fluffy ending but if you’re inspired to take it in a different direction that’s totally fine! Thanks for reading my request!

love it, of course i can do it! even if it’s not my type of character, i tried my best <3

saxon ratliff x shy!reader

faceclaim rachel zegler

summary you couldn’t believe a guy like saxon ever likes you but get surprised when the table turns

the sun was warm against your skin as you lay by the pool, the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore blending with the chatter of other guests. it had been three days since you arrived at the white lotus in thailand with your parents, a trip your father insisted on as a "break" from their demanding work. you didn't mind traveling, but being here, surrounded by people who seemed effortlessly confident and carefree, only made you feel more out of place.

your parents were both brilliant—your mother a physicist, your father an engineer—and they had raised you with high expectations. you had always been the quiet one, the observer rather than the participant. you liked books more than social events, preferred listening over speaking. so while your parents attended networking dinners with other high-profile guests, you spent most of your time reading by the pool, trying not to feel so small among the beautiful, wealthy vacationers around you.

you were flipping a page in your book when a shadow suddenly blocked the sun. blinking up, you were met with a face you didn’t recognize—brown hair slightly damp, a lazy grin playing on his lips.

“hi,” he said, head tilting slightly. “we came on the same boat here.”

you hesitated, feeling your stomach twist at the sudden attention.

“oh, um… yeah,” you said, your voice softer than you intended. “i came here with my parents.”

he grinned, dropping onto the lounge chair beside yours like you’d known each other for years. “same. i’m saxon, by the way.” he held out his hand.

after a brief hesitation, you took it, introducing yourself.

“you wanna go for a swim?” he asked, nodding toward the pool.

you blinked. “oh, um… i—”

“c’mon,” he said, standing up and pulling his shirt over his head. “it’s better than sitting here all day.”

you stared for a moment, thrown by how easily he moved through the world. he wasn’t shy, wasn’t overthinking every word.

before you could talk yourself out of it, you nodded, slipping off your cover-up. his eyes flickered down briefly before he smirked.

“nice swimsuit,” he commented.

your face burned as you stepped into the water, your heart pounding a little harder than it should.

you spent the afternoon with saxon in the pool, and to your surprise, you found yourself enjoying his company. he was different from you—while you hesitated, he went for things without a second thought. but he wasn’t unkind about it. he joked, teased, but never in a way that made you uncomfortable. and the way he looked at you… like you were interesting. like he actually wanted to be around you.

but you knew better than to let yourself believe it meant anything.

later that evening, after parting ways for dinner, you spotted him across the terrace. he wasn’t alone.

chloe.

you recognized her immediately—gorgeous, young, model-like. you’d seen her the day before in the bathroom, effortlessly chatting with another girl about brand deals and agencies.

it made sense. of course he’d be interested in someone like her.

so you ignored the sting in your chest and reminded yourself not to get your hopes up.

the rest of the week, you continued to spend time with saxon, but you kept your guard up, convincing yourself that whatever flirting he did wasn’t real. that it was just his personality.

then, days later, there was a knock at your door.

you hesitated before opening it. saxon stood there, hands in the pockets of his shorts, looking like he belonged here in a way you never felt you did.

“wanna walk to the beach?”

you considered saying no. but the way he looked at you, casual but expectant, made it impossible to refuse.

so you nodded.

you walked along the shoreline together, the cool sand beneath your feet, the sound of the waves filling the silence between you. it was peaceful. easy.

after a while, you both sat down, the hotel lights far behind you.

saxon turned his head toward you, eyes scanning your face. “you look really pretty tonight.”

your breath hitched slightly.

he chuckled. “i mean, you look really pretty always.”

your lips parted slightly, caught off guard. “oh… um. thanks.”

“let’s get in the water,” you said suddenly, needing something—anything—to distract yourself.

he grinned, already standing up. “are you gonna go in with your dress?”

you glanced down at the fabric. “i mean… yeah?”

he scoffed, tugging his shirt over his head. “c’mon, take it off. nobody’s here.”

your stomach flipped, but when he stepped into the water, looking back at you expectantly, you took a deep breath and pulled the dress over your head, left in just your swimsuit.

the moment the water hit your legs, you gasped.

“saxon, it’s freezing!”

he laughed, and you saw it before it happened—the mischief in his expression.

“no—saxon, don’t!”

but he was already grabbing you, lifting you easily as you shrieked, before dunking you both under the surface.

when you resurfaced, gasping, you smacked his arm. “i hate you! it’s so cold!”

he only grinned. “you look like a wet puppy.”

you huffed, but then you noticed something in his hair. giggling, you reached up, plucking a piece of seaweed from his hair.

before you could pull your hand back, he caught your wrist.

your breath stalled.

the playful energy between you shifted, his grip on your wrist soft but firm.

slowly, he tugged you closer.

his hands lifted to your face, fingers brushing your damp skin. “i’m gonna kiss you now,” he murmured.

your heart pounded as he leaned in, his lips pressing softly against yours.

you hesitated for only a second before melting into it, letting him guide your hands to his neck, his own hands settling on your waist.

when he pulled back, he didn’t move far.

“i really like you,” he said quietly.

your stomach twisted. “i thought you liked chloe.”

saxon frowned. “what? chloe? no. not a chance.”

you searched his face, still unsure. “then… why me?”

he let out a breath, his fingers tracing lightly over your cheek. “because you actually see me. not just the guy who messes around. you see me. and you… you’re perfect. you don’t even try, and you’re the most beautiful person in the room. you make me nervous sometimes, did you know that? i like that you overthink things, i like that you get shy when i compliment you, i like that you don’t realize how fucking amazing you are.”

your lips parted slightly, your breath catching.

he smirked. “see? you’re doing it again.”

your cheeks burned, but this time, you didn’t look away. instead, you reached up and kissed him again, letting yourself believe him.

then, in true saxon fashion, he suddenly grabbed your waist and threw you into the water.

you came up gasping, splashing him as he laughed.

“you asshole!”

“you love it!” he shot back, swimming toward you.