#Speed Ratliff

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Speed Ratliff as the Boom Operator for SAW (2004)

[hsw3k]

name a more iconic duo

[devilish-parrot]

þe cunty boom mic operator phrom saw 2004 is called Speed Ratliff everybody look at speed ratliff

he just showed up to work like þis. well done, i applaud þee, 👏👏👏

[anamelessfool]

I don’t care about the cobras I wanna know what’s going on with that Ratliff lady

[tillbloodpoursoutofyou]

lochlan x saxon: 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯

[sl-ut]

darlin’

pairing: timothy ratliff x fem!younger!reader

description: a trip to thailand is supposed to be a chance for some bonding between his three mostly-grown children and his new wife. however, that seems to be a much bigger ask than he initially anticipated.

warnings: smut, unedited (i wrote this in one sitting lol), follows the plot of ep 1 (not to the t), swearing, age gap, mentioned infidelity (both timothy and his ex-wife), reader gets called a slut once, the kids don’t like her, creepy stepsons, drinking, a really really bad attempt at southern slang sorry sorry sorry

words: 5.5K

date posted: 25/02/25

@graciesbow enjoy girl <3

Timothy had anticipated the sort of reaction he would receive from the general public when he made the choice to propose to his girlfriend, and even more so when it came to his own children. She was, of course, nearly twenty years younger than him, only three years older than his eldest child, and to make matters worse, she was also his former assistant. 

It came as quite the shock to some, and not at all to some others. He and his wife had not gotten along in years, only truly getting along during their occasional period of nostalgia-induced affection that occurred after each of their children’s major accomplishments, though those became fewer and farther between as they each got older. He wasn’t sure who had strayed from their marriage first, but he’d found out about his wife’s affair a month into his own, though he said nothing out of a selfish desire to protect his younger lover from public scrutiny. A few months later, his wife had come to him in a blinded rage, throwing a tiny piece of lacy cloth at his chest, an item he hadn’t needed to look at to know what it was. He didn’t feel ashamed at that moment, nor did he feel any sort of alarm at the attack as she screamed and cried at him. 

How could you do this to me? I knew it–I knew you were fucking your slut of an assistant for months now, but to bring her fucking underwear home? Have you no respect for me as your wife?

The words rolled off of his back easily, and he felt calmer than ever before. While his wife paced the floor before him, wailing about his infidelity and the pain he was bringing upon their family, all he saw was opportunity; finally the right time to leave his wife, a fresh start with someone newer, younger, who looked at him like he hung the stars in the night sky and had genuine interest in him, not just the security that came with being his wife. Plus, any regret or guilt that he ever may have felt had been melted away the moment that he discovered that his wife had also been unfaithful, potentially before even he had. She seemed surprised when he brought it up, but at least it made her stop screaming. 

Her questions then turned to, how long have you known? Why haven’t you said anything? What are you going to do?

The conclusion was simple: he moved into a penthouse condo by the end of the week, found a lawyer willing enough to take a few extra stacks of cash under the table to speed up the process of his divorce, and signed the papers. He allowed her to stay in the house with Lochlan until he was graduated and moved away for college, then she would need to find a new place to stay that she could afford on her own, with the help of her spousal support, of course (though, he was certain that she would weasel her way into the life of another man just as wealthy but not quite as stern as he was). 

The world seemed to be a brighter place when he woke up that very first morning in his condo with his lover curled into his side, nowhere else to be and no other life to go rushing back to. The transition was sudden and certainly not entirely helpful for his relationship with his children, but he knew that they wouldn’t stay mad at him for too long considering that they all knew fully well that their mother had been equally as unfaithful, only she had broken things off with her own lover after the divorce while he had his own move in. 

She needed to quit her job, of course, which Timothy assured her that she would be completely taken care of until she found a new job (though, he was attempting to convince her to stop working altogether). He was sore about having to find a new assistant, but hired a young man who was eager to schmooze his way up the corporate ladder only two days after her resignation, but it was all worth it when he was able to slide a heavy diamond-clad band onto her finger only a year later. 

The wedding had been small, only a handful of people from both of their families and a few close friends followed by a three week long honeymoon at the White Lotus resort in Sicily. He’d been happy to see his daughter Piper accept a position in the bridal party, though she was still quite cold to her new stepmother-to-be behind closed doors. His new wife had been cautious about integrating herself into her step children's lives, and though they were all very standoffish, she was able to find a soft spot within each of them, 

Piper kept a tight upper lip, seemingly finding very few qualities in her stepmother that were worthy of her attention, but was easily tricked into conversation about her studies in university. Lochlan was easier to handle, her greatest hindrance in getting to know him being his more reserved nature, though, like his sister, he too felt an obligatory loyalty to his mother and often steered clear of his father’s new wife. The eldest of the three, Saxon, was the exact opposite of his younger siblings. In fact, she had a harder time steering clear of him than she did getting through to the others. He was close to her age, endlessly spoiled, and outrageously horny, finding little problem in his father’s affair and even less so once he and his siblings had begun spending more time with their father and his new wife.

Timothy Ratliff was the kind of man who would do just about anything for the ones he loved. For his wife, he would move mountains, buy her the finest jewellery, or live out the rest of his days in a shack in the woods. For his children, he would ensure that they always had the newest and finest of tech, no material desire left unmet, always finding a way to allow them to grow and succeed as much as they possibly could. It burned him to see his family so divided–he knew his children might never fully come to terms with the way that their parents had separated, but he hoped that, in time, they would come to accept his wife into their lives. 

So, when Piper told him about her thesis on Buddhism, he of course saw an immediate solution to his problem and booked the trip to Thailand with little other thought. The excitement that radiated through each of their faces when he announced the vacation over an intimate family dinner, giving each of them just enough time to make arrangements for their absence and pack their bags. 

The travel in itself had taken more than a full day, and though he had afforded each of them a seat in first class, it was beyond draining, but their arrival in Thailand seemed to make it all worth it. After hours on end on an airplane, the boat ride to their resort was little more than a dream, aside from the fact that Timothy had been silently cursing about the fucking asshole who had also been aboard, poisoning their precious air with his cigarettes and rotten breath, as he had put it while his wife only laughed and ran her hand over his bicep while she calmed him down.

“Maybe Thailand was the right choice,” she joked, freshly manicured fingers curling around the collar of his blue linen shirt. A smirk crossed her lips as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “It’s like, the relaxation capital of the world. Maybe we could book a couples massage, maybe see what other treatments they offer?”

He scoffed, “Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves here, darlin’. I’m just hoping that we can all find a little more peace here, now for you, that might be massages and facials and such, but me? I’m looking at a little slice of peace right now.”

She slapped her palm gently to his chest, watching in admiration as he lifted her hand, admiring the glint of sunlight radiating from the large diamond on her finger before pressing a kiss to the stone, “Timothy Ratliff, you big old softy.”

“Now don’t go spreading that around town, you hear?”

She laughed, pushing herself away from him and off of the bench they’d been sitting on, “I’m going to grab a water. Don’t miss me too much.”

She met the watchful gaze of her stepdaughter on her way to the large cooler of bottled water just inside the cabin, taking four bottles out and redirecting her path towards the three young people huddled together. 

“Hey guys,” she grinned at them, holding onto her attitude with an iron grip as she received little reaction from any of them, aside from the eldest of the three, who slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to give her a once over, “What do you guys think so far? It’s nice, huh?”

Lochlan glanced at his siblings for some kind of reassurance, though he found none, “Yeah, it’s… nice.”

“Oh yeah,” Saxon added, his eyes trailing every inch of bare skin on his stepmother’s body, following the low neckline of her sundress, “just can’t get over this view.”

It took every ounce of strength in her body to stop herself from cringing away from his intense stare. She was still uncertain as to how he had been raised by a man who never made her feel anything less than loved and appreciated, but always assumed that his attraction to her was either some sort of childish vendetta against his father or a sign of deep-rooted mommy issues. She’d never actually spoken to Victoria one-on-one, and certainly never long enough to grasp any sort of understanding of her relationship with her children. 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s pretty great,” she brushed it off, raising the water bottles into the air, “I grabbed you guys some water though. I know it can get warm back home, but make sure you guys stay hydrated. The last thing I want is to see one of you guys with heat stroke or something.”

Both boys took a bottle, Lochlan offering her a weak thanks while Saxon simply popped the cap off and took a long sip. Piper, however, turned her head away without a word, as if the words that had been spoken were nothing more than a whistle in the wind. 

She took a step back, doing her best to not look so hurt by the blatant rejection. Offering the boys a soft smile, she turned and made her way back to her husband, who gladly took the water that his daughter had refused. 

“Now wasn’t that sweet?” He cooed, curling his arm around her shoulder and dropping a kiss to the side of her head, “I think you’re starting to wear them down. Pip

er will come around eventually, just an adjustment, s’all.” 

“You think?” She settled into his side, “I just…I don’t want them to think that I’m trying to replace their mother or anything, but I wish they would see that we can all just get along. I don’t need them to love me, but is it too much to ask for them to like me?”

Timothy was silent for a moment, “If it’s any consolation, Saxon likes you–a little too much, I’d say, but it’s better than nothing. Lochlan’s shy at heart, but he’s already coming around, and Piper, well, I think you two just need to spend a little girl time together. Say, why don’t you take her to do all that spa stuff? You’d probably have a better time with her anyway.”

She scoffed, “You can just say no if you don’t want to go. Besides, I don’t want to take up any of her time when she’s working on her thesis. I know how important it is for her.”

“Jesus, darlin’, I don’t know how you do it,” she stared up at him in confusion, “You just always know exactly what to say to make me fall even more in love with you. You and that big stinkin’ heart of yours.”

She glanced over her shoulder to hide the love-stricken expression that crossed her features, finding that the land had grown incredibly close, a long wooden dock supporting a string of overly enthused hotel employees, all waving at the oncoming flux of visitors as the boat finally docked. 

The five Ratliffs trailed behind their guide as she led them through a wooded path to their villa, a large structure that seemed to be primarily made of large glass panels, which she may have opposed if it had not been so hidden away in the tall palms. She was glad to find that she and her husband would be taking the master suite, which was a fair distance from both of the other bedrooms and allowed them some privacy–if she was going to be fighting for the respect of her stepchildren while on vacation, she was at least going to need some undisturbed alone time with her husband. 

Their guide finished giving them a quick rundown, crushing the dreams of the two younger males when they discovered that, not only was there no wifi, but their devices were not to be used outside of their private villa. She knew that Timothy would find this hard to deal with, considering his line of work, but she had no issues tucking her phone away in her suitcase for most of the trip, aside from taking the occasional sunset photo. 

“Oh come on, guys,” she groaned, shaking Lochlan’s shoulder teasingly, “live in the moment. I think it would be good for all of us to lay off the tech for a little while, don’t you?”

A pink tint bit at Lochlan’s cheeks at the unexpected affection, “Uh, yeah maybe.”

“If I put my phone in the bag, does that mean you’re gonna keep me entertained all week?” Saxon smirked at her, ignoring the groan of disgust from his sister; it just wasn’t enough for him to make a point about Piper and her genitals being fully grown, he seemed hellbent on hitting on their stepmother too. 

Their father ignored his son, as he so often forced himself to, “We’ll be keeping the phones, Pam.”

She rolled her eyes at her husband, moving instead to watch the rolling tide against the shore just below their private deck. When their guide, Pam, finally finished her speel and removed herself from the villa, removed herself from her stepchildren, moving upstairs to do some unpacking and rinse off the uncomfortable layer of sweat that twenty-seven hours of travel had brought on, sighing in relief as she felt herself relax under the warm spray for only a moment before she slipped out, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel and stepping out into the grand master bedroom. 

She smiled to herself at the sight of her husband lounging on the bed, staring down at his phone with a furrowed brow, “What are my chances of stealing you away from that phone for a little while?”

He spared her a sideways glance, “Sorry, sweetheart, just gotta finish something up this afternoon and then I’m all yours.”

“Alright,” she sighed dramatically, “but I’m holding you to that.”

“I know you will.”

She caught his eye as she dropped her towel to the floor, stepping out of it to reach for the bikini she had laid out for herself on the bed, slowly and teasingly sliding the garments onto her body before reaching for the bottle of lotion on her bedside. He watched her silently, blue eyes trailing over the length of her body as she massaged the lotion into her freshly-washed skin. He let out a small sigh of discontent as she wiggled a short blue floral dress over her body and turned back to him with a knowing smile before perching on the edge of the bed next to him.

“I’m gonna go take a nap by the pool. If you finish whatever this is soon enough, I would love for you to join me.”

He set his phone aside for a moment, his palm coming up to cup the underside of her jaw and draw her closer for a kiss, holding her face in place as he easily asserted his dominance over her. She pulled away before it could deepen any further, pressing one more short kiss to his cheek before forcing herself to stand up and put some distance between them. 

“Finish that work,” she pointed a stern finger at him, “like I said, I intend to have you all to myself tonight. No work, no kids, no distractions.”

He scoffed a laugh at her, waving his phone at her dramatically as she turned and fled the room, “Yes ma’am.”

A nap by the pool was so much easier said than done. Perhaps for others, the tranquility of the resort would sooth them straight to sleep, especially after so much travelling, but she had become hyper aware of the intense gazes burning into her exposed flesh as she stretched out on a lounger. Both of her stepsons were on the opposite side of the pool, both watching her with intrigue. She often feared the fact that Lochy was so impressionable, especially by his older siblings. Piper, at least, was more level headed than her elder brother, but regardless, she hoped he was able to form his own opinions without their intervention, and she especially hoped that he did not turn his sights on her as Saxon had, but the way that they both stared at her made her uncertain of that.

She was equally as disgruntled as she was glad when Saxon turned his attention to some of the other women lounging on the pool deck, but at least she was finally able to rest. She was unsure as to how long she’d actually slept for, only that when she woke up, her husband had taken a seat on the edge of her lounge chair, gently shaking her awake.

“Sleep any longer and you’ll miss dinner, sweetheart,” he chuckled as she stretched her arms above her head dramatically, “and what was that promise you made? Something about having me all to yourself?”

She smiled sleepily at him, sliding her sunglasses up to rest on her head, “Yeah, yeah, I know what I said.”

The couple stared at each other lovingly for a beat, fingers tangling together over her bare stomach as she spoke again, “Did you finish your work?”

He hummed in response, “Sure did, but I’ll admit I may have had an ulterior motive.”

“Oh yeah?” She smirked, “and what was that?”

“Strangest thing, actually,” he smoothed his hand over his mouth and chin as he fought off a sly grin, “there was this woman, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone quite so beautiful.” 

“So what are you doing here then?”

“Well that’s the thing, she told me she’d be here, and I swear you look so much like her it’s almost hard to believe,” he leaned in closer and lowered his voice, “only difference is, she was naked.”

She lifted her foot and nudged it against his side, laughing coyly at him, “Well, I would never.”

“Oh no? Cause I coulda swore–”

“Can you two be done being gross now?” Piper’s voice cut through their interaction like a warm knife through butter, “this is a public place, you know.”

Timothy sighed, “Yes, darlin’. Just came down to make sure everyone got ready for dinner in time.”

The younger woman scoffed, turning on her heel and marching back to the villa, not caring whether they were following her or not. 

Dinner went by with just as many turns and twists as usual, each of the children giving their father a reason to stress, while he reciprocated with semi-impossible standards and tough love. Timothy was genuinely glad to return to the villa that night, even after receiving some strange call from the Wall Street Journal. He’d returned in time to avoid his wife’s extensive bedtime routine in the bathroom, slipping in to take care of his own just as she exited and climbing into the plush king-sized bed in his pyjamas as quickly as he could, grabbing the book off of his nightstand. 

“Doesn’t this place just remind you of our honeymoon?” She called from within the walk-in closet, “I think we’ll just have to make an effort to visit all of the White Lotuses. I hear the one in Hawaii is nice.”

He chuckled, eyes fixed on his book, “Our first night in Thailand and you’re already planning a trip to Hawaii next.” 

“I can alway go with someone else if you don’t want to,” she mused, appearing in the doorway of the closet and leaning against the doorframe, “but it would feel like an endless honeymoon, don’t you think?”

“Why don’t we focus on getting through one vacation at a time, huh? Then we can talk about going to–” his breath caught in his throat as he finally tore his gaze from his book to where his wife was posed in the doorway, donning a loose-fitted lacy nightgown, the floral pattern revealing glimpses of her bare flesh underneath, “well, now what’s this?”

“Took you long enough,” she shrugged, “thought I’d have to claw that book out of your hands.”

He watched her closely as she crossed the room, crawling across the bed to straddle his lap and pluck the novel from his hand, tossing it on the nightstand haphazardly. Timothy sighed at her, hands coming to rest on her hips as her own hands smoothed over his shoulders and curled around the back of his neck, “You could’ve at least let me save my place, darling.”

She raised a brow at him, “Oh, my bad. Let me just grab it for you–”

His fingers tightened around her hips as she attempted to reach for the book, pulling her back into his lap firmly, the lacy fabric of her nightgown bunching at her hips, “Now don’t make me pin you down, darlin’.”

She shook her head, pressing kisses up the column of his throat, “Nuh-uh. I’m taking care of you tonight.”

He pulled back for a moment, “You sure, sweetheart? I know we’re both pretty tired, you don’t gotta–”

“Are you telling me that you don’t wanna?” She muttered as she dropped her hips down to press herself against the growing tent beneath the sheets.

He grunted, “Now you know I will always want to with you, but–”

“So then you just need to lay back, relax, and shut that big mouth of yours.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She smirked at him, lifting her hand to carefully pluck his reading glasses off of the bridge of his nose and setting them on the nightstand, then finally leaning in to capture his lips in a slow, breathless kiss. He groaned into her mouth as she easily slid her tongue along his own, creating a familiar rhythm that they’d gotten down within their first few nights together. They were so in sync with one another, easily melting into one another’s embrace, sliding her hands underneath the thin fabric of his white cotton t-shirt and over his soft, muscular torso. 

“You are wearing way too many clothes,” she spoke against his lips, breaking away to slip his shirt over his head. 

“I was just thinking the same thing,” he murmured, pushing the lacy material up her sides, watching as every inch of her bare skin revealed itself to him, breasts bouncing as they were released from the soft cups of the dress and leaving her in only a matching lacy thong. 

His mouth dropped to suck one of her pert nipples into his mouth, tongue rolling over the sensitive nub greedily. She sighed at his touch, head lolling back and spine arching closer to him as he swapped over to the opposite breast. 

“Tim,” she gasped, “hey, this is supposed to be me taking care of you. How is it you always do this to me?”

“Guess I’m just too charming for you to hold your own.”

“Yeah, okay,” she chuckled, “now shut up. I mean it this time.”

She pushed herself away from him, crawling back just enough to pull the sheets and his pyjama pants down his thighs, watching gleefully as his hardening member rose to slap against his belly. When she had finally cleared the way, she moved to lay on her belly between his thighs, fingers curling around his thick cock and giving it a gentle squeeze, grinning at the sound of his breath catching. Holding his gaze, she leaned in, tongue gingerly tracing the leaking slit and humming at the salty taste of his arousal. At the sound of his first true moan of pleasure, she finally took him into her mouth, guiding his member into her mouth until his tip prodded at the back of her throat.

“Just like that, baby,” he let his head fall back to rest against the headboard while his fingers curled into her hair, gently guiding her movements as she began to bob her head along enthusiastically, small grunts and choking noises escaping her each time that he bottomed out inside of her. “Always so good for me.”

He allowed her to take over, keeping his hands in her hair as a reminder of exactly who was in charge while giving her the freedom to move as she saw fit. Perhaps she was right, maybe he did need to relax, and if this was how he could do that then she would not hear any more arguments from him. 

Finally, he pulled her up and off of him, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest as she whined defiantly, “As much as I’m enjoying this, there’s something else I’d rather enjoy so much more.”

She giggled as he manhandled her across the bed until she was pressed to the mattress on her back, her husband hovering over her as his fingers teased over her barely covered cunt. She gasped at his touch, wiggling her hips eagerly to help him slide the lacy material down her legs, leaving her completely bare to him. He kissed her quickly on the lips, moving down her body to return the favour when her grasp tightened around him. 

“Nuh-uh,” she whispered between the kisses she trailed across his neck, “I am so, so, so ready.”

He raised a brow at her, chuckling as he ran his fingers through her folds, finding her soaked, “My goodness, darlin’. Have I kept you waiting like this all day?”

“Mhm,” she laughed, pulling him up to almost entirely cover her body with his own, legs wrapping around his waist as she rocked against him, a melodic sigh falling from her parted lips as his thick tip caught against her clit, swollen with anticipation. “Fuck, Tim. Are you gonna put it in or not?”

His palm tapped against her cheek in a mock slap, never willing to truly hurt her but just hard enough to put her in her place, “Patience is a virtue, my love.”

Her ankles hooked together just beneath his bum, using the strength of her calves to pull him impossibly closer. The defiant glint in her eyes quickly melted away into one of desperation as the moments slipped by, gasps of anticipation and annoyance as he continued to move against her, carefully prodding against her entrance before sliding upwards to her clit before he could fully slide into her warmth. 

“Patience,” she scoffed, her indignation growing with every moment as she stared up at his proud face, “I think I’ve been patient enoug–oh!”

He finally pushed his hips forward, sinking into her warmth until their hips were flush together. His head dropped to her shoulder with a groan, stilling as his tip pressed so deeply inside of her, easily finding that spongy spot inside of her that made her head spin and her limbs feel like jelly, though the pause was more a chance for him to collect himself rather than to allow her to adjust, but neither of them really addressed it. Her long nails traced up and down the length of his back, calming his nerves as he began ministering slow rolls of his hips.

She whimpered, thighs clenching around his hips, “Fuck, you feel so good baby.”

“Yeah?” he panted, finally pulling back to meet her lips in a soft, breathy kiss as his movements quickened, “Just like that?”

Her nails sunk into the muscles of his back, “Oh yes, right there.”

Timothy bent his neck, a somewhat uncomfortable angle for him as he moved back and forth between her breasts, offering each just as much attention as the other while his movements turned into firm, quick thrusts. One of her hands tangled into his hair, pulling his mouth away from her chest and back to her lips while the other slid down the length of his spine and took hold of one of his round asscheeks, squeezing it appreciatively as he let out a loud groan-stifled laugh. He could never fully understand his wife’s fascination with his ass, nor would he ever bring it up to anybody, but he was not opposed to her wandering hands when they were behind closed doors.

She was quick to topple over the edge, her moans growing louder and less reserved as she climaxed, body trembling from the aftershocks, though he gave her little reprieve as he pulled out, forcing himself onto his knees while flipping her over to lay flat on her stomach. He slid a pillow beneath her hips, angling her core towards him as he slipped back inside and draped his body over her own, his weight supported by one hand pressing into the mattress next to her head while the other gripped her hip, pulling her back to meet his every thrust.

Timothy didn’t miss the fingers that she had slipped down to rub at her clit as his hips pistoned in and out of her dripping core, “You need’ta come again that bad, darlin’? You needed me that bad?” 

“Mhm,” she whined, “needed you all day, Tim.”

“Let me take care of you, baby,” the hand on her hip moved around to the front of her, pushing her fingers out of the way and replacing them with his own, “you just lay there and take it. That’s right, turn that pretty little brain of yours.”

She followed his every instruction, cheek pressed into the mattress, lips parted to allow every cry and whimper to escape her as her back arched even more into his hips. Her legs bent at the knees, calves wrapping up the side of his hip. 

“Gonna fill you up baby,” he rasped, cursing as her walls began to flutter around him as the knot in her stomach threatened to snap for the second time that night, “you like that idea, huh? You want me to make you a mama or somethin’?”

Though they had no intentions of having any children in the near future, they had been equally responsive to the idea of her falling pregnant during sex. Her walls clamped down on him hard, body tensing as her juices gushed out around him. Her clit throbbed beneath his fingertips for a moment before her body went lax against the mattress, somehow even more so at his mercy than before as his hips began to stutter in response to his own orgasm rushing through him, sending spurts of his seed into her core, collapsing over her back in relief. 

“Goddamn, baby,” his breath was heavy against her cheek as he spoke, “never ever gonna get my fill of this pussy.”

She huffed out a breathless laugh, glancing at him over her shoulder, “Yeah, yeah, I love you, too. Now take me to the shower and let’s go to bed, I’m feeling awfully tired all of a sudden.”

“Oh yeah?”  He asked while he carefully unravelled himself from around her, climbing off of the bed while he guided her into his arms, swaying them side to side as he walked them over to the bathroom, where he left her to do her business while he started the shower.

“Yep,” she mused, that familiar glint of desire in her sleepy eyes, “besides, you’re gonna need your beauty sleep before round two in the morning.”

[genieswishes]

gotcha workin’ for it ft. Saxon Ratliff

MDNI 18+

pairing: Saxon Ratliff x Reader

cw: p in v (unprotected), pwp, mentions of breeding kink (no follow through), teasing, “baby” as a pet name, established relationship, random pop culture reference

a/n: this was supposed to be a Saxon and locker room talk, but the more I wrote, the more it divulged from its original plot… maybe I’ll revisit that idea when I can write a clear enough story for it.

“You’re always so whiny and pitchy.” SAXON RATLIFF mutters in your ear. He goes on to mimic your moans, exaggerating the way your breaths are stuttered. You punch at him hard to get him to shut up.

“What?” He grins at your response, taking advantage of the wide mirror in front of you two, lifting your chin so that you’re forced to face yourself. “Look, you’re literally heaving!”

He has your back arched enough that you can see how your chest is moving to his rhythm. Your hands are placed on his bed post as he’s got your hair in one hand and your chin in the other. He’s got his hips pummeling into you, his own body arching over yours so that he can rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re like…” He’s chuckling a bit. “Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!”

Your words were about to form a snarky comeback when he hits a particular thrust that makes you choke on your spit a little.

“Hey,” This asshole has the audacity to snicker at you. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”

Thank god you don’t go into a coughing fit. But you also curse whatever reverence is out there as your boyfriend leans back and straightens himself, stopping when you’re so close to your climax.

“You’ll need air if you’re gonna be moving, right?” His voice raising an inflection towards the end of the question.

“Huh?” And your voice does come out quite pitchy.

“Well, I’m not doing all the work,” He slaps your ass. Hard. “So, come on, back and forth.”

“God, you’re seriously a grade A asshole.” Yet you find your hips are already slapping back to him, your back arching to his pelvis.

His hands find themselves steady on your waist, only there to hold on to some stability and guide you to some sort of pace. Soon, your bedroom is filled with nothing but your wet squelching and a speed comparable to that of Ariana Grande when it comes to switching races.

“Uhh, fuck,” Saxon has long abandoned his motive to stay still, rocking into you as he palms your tits and enjoys how your ass bounces back on him. “Fuck, fuck, you feel real good...”

You’re so close, and you know he is to with how he twitches inside of you. You got him whispering into your shoulder, your name repeated like a prayer.

He’s calling you pet names in between his moans. “Let me cum inside…”

In usual Saxon fashion, he’s not asking with a “please” or a “can I…?” but masking his demand to sound like a request.

“Nooo,” You’re telling him unconvincingly. “Pull out…”

“What? You scared I’m gonna baby trap you?” He’s got a lilt in his voice, still teasing you when you’re both so close to finishing.

“Yes, don’t fuck around!”

“Yeah, maybe I will…” Saxon’s got his arm snaked around your waist now, thrumming into you all harsh. “Have a tiny me go running around…”

You’re yelling “Saxon!” but he feels you clench him at that notion.

“Yeah, and you’re probably gonna be calling for me just like that too.” His fingers are working magic on your clit, circling your bud in quick motions. “You know me… I’m a family man.” And boy, is he.

You can’t even respond, too focused on finding your end of the bargain. Your boyfriend is also stuttering in his movements, rutting faster to get to his arrival.

You reach your release before him, Saxon cumming right after and painting your back in white.

He falls on top of you, warm to the touch. You bask in the comfortable silence, deciding to ignore the mess that’s gonna need to be cleaned. Better to enjoy this quiet before Saxon catches his breath, right?

[blank-potato]

Pretty Lips

Pairing: Lochlan Ratliff x Reader 

Summary:

Your mystery man was calling, but he was the last thing on your mind. Your thumb hovers over the screen, ready to hang up, when Lochlan’s hand gently wraps around yours, steadying it. “Answer it.” “Are you crazy?” Lochlan leans back, laughing at the sheer recklessness of his own suggestion, eyes glinting with challenge. You were clearly starting to rub off on Lochlan, and you didn’t know if that was a good thing.  “And put it on speaker.” Or You’re Lochlan’s reckless best friend, and you convince him to “borrow” one of his dad’s cars. He does it, but when he finally gets you alone, you’re distracted by some guy blowing up your phone, and he won’t have anyone stealing your attention.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, implied sex, phone sex (kinda), car sex

A/N: Thought of this while listening to Pretty Lips by WINEHOUSE and after rewatching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Also, this wasn’t supposed to be smut, but I guess I can’t help myself. Next Lochlan fic I post will probably be fluff, but anyways, enjoy jealous Lochy

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“Let’s steal one of your dad’s cars.”

“Are you crazy?”

If you didn’t do anything, Lochlan would just stay standing still. Or at least that’s what you thought— it was more like Lochlan didn’t stop you, you’d run off a cliff. 

“It's just sitting here. Everyone's asleep, and it's ready for the taking. Aren't you a man who takes what he wants?”

“Not really.”

“Lochy,” you whine, and he laughs, a smile spreading across his face.

“You really want me to?” he asks, eyes softening like melted honey.

You nod, and you know he'd do anything to make you happy. He disappears for a moment, and when he comes back to the garage, he's twirling the keys to his dad's expensive vintage car on one finger. 

You pull him in and kiss his cheek, “I love you, Lochlan!”

And you were so excited, you didn’t notice the way his face flushed when you did. The slight hitch in his breath, the way his lips curled into that shy, crooked smile he reserved just for you, even if you were too oblivious to catch it.

Both of you leave the garage, driving through the quiet streets of his neighbourhood, a thrill already buzzing beneath your skin.

You leave the suburbs behind and glide along the motorway, a little too slowly for your liking.

“Faster!”

“You do realise there’s a speed limit.”

“Yes, we’re on the motorway and going at 50 miles an hour. Go faster, for me?” You tilt your head with a pout, and he’s already sighing, easing the accelerator until you’re pushing 75 in a 70.

You smile at him, delighted that he’d break the law for you, and he’s just happy you’re smiling. You reach over and roll down the window, letting the cool air rush in. As you lean out the window, your face against the wind, eyes closed and laughing, you shout over the roar, “This is why your mother hates me, isn't it?”

“She doesn't hate you.”

He pauses and scratches the back of his neck, searching for the right words.

“She doesn’t hate you a lot… anymore,” he adds with a lopsided grin, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“You don't need to protect my feelings. She's just trying to protect the youngest and cutest member of the Ratliff family.”

You pinch his cheek, smirking. “She doesn't want me to corrupt you.”

“Watch it, I’m driving,” he laughs, swatting your hand away gently, but there’s no real warning in his voice.

“Then turn off at this exit, we can find somewhere to chill,” you say, rolling the window back up, and he nods, flicking the indicator on moments later.

The two of you pull up to a quiet parking lot of a supermarket, half-lit by the soft glow of a street lamp.

“Wanna go to White Castle tonight? It's close by and it should be on ope–” 

You're interrupted by a text… and another… and another. Your phone’s buzzing nonstop in your lap. Lochlan glances over as you check it, his face calm but his jaw tight, trying to hide his curiosity at who could be texting you at 11 p.m.

“Who is it?” he asks. His nosiness often got the better of him, but he’s the youngest sibling; it’s in his nature.

“No one important,” you reply, locking your screen, but he doesn’t look convinced.

Another text comes through, one that makes you laugh without meaning to. Lochlan felt the uneasy jump in his chest. He didn’t like it when you were distracted, liked it even less when someone else was making you laugh right in front of him. That was his job. 

“You can tell me. Is it a guy?” He questions again as he looks out at the empty parking lot, tapping his finger on the wheel as he tries to distract himself.

“Yeah, but it’s just casual,” You reply quietly, still typing a reply.

“So you guys have…?”

Lochlan didn't need to finish the sentence, and in all honesty, he didn't want to.

“A few times.”

“Oh.”

The car gets quiet, completely silent as tension settles in, his jaw clenching even tighter. You look up just in time to see Lochlan with a rare serious look on his face, eyes fixed on the windscreen, but his mind clearly somewhere else.

You reach over, poking his cheek gently, bringing him back to his senses.

“Are you jealous?” you ask, teasing but soft.

“I’m not…” he replies, too quick to be convincing.

“You so are. Well, let’s get this over with. Ask your questions.”

He fidgets with his hands for a moment before finally looking at you.

“Is he good at it?” Lochlan asks, his tone flat, unreadable.

“At what?” you ask, even though you already know.

“Sex.” The word leaves his mouth in a deadpan, as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

“Oh… I wasn’t expecting you to just…” Your words trail off, flustered. He always asked questions; he was curious by nature, but he was rarely this direct.

Your sex life wasn't exactly glamorous. The guy you were hooking up with was alright, more just someone to pass the time with, but it was nothing special. Not to mention when he’d go down on you, it’d last a minute before he was done. Foreplay wasn’t his forte. 

“What doesn’t he do for you?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Lochlan was a mind reader.

“Really?”

“I’m your best friend, you can trust me with anything.”

And he was right. Lochlan was your ride or die. He’d been there when you needed him most, and you’d been there for him just the same. From late-night breakdowns and family issues (he had plenty of those) to passing colds back and forth because you could never stay away from each other, you’d weathered it all together.

If there was anyone you could talk about this with, it was him.

“He doesn’t really eat me out. He starts, but I never finish. It’s no biggie—”

“I’ll do it.”

There’s a long pause as you look at Lochlan like he’s insane. There’s no hint of hesitation or doubt, just quiet, steady resolve.

You can tell he’s completely sincere, and it’s written all over his face, like he’s begging you to let him do this.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’ll do it. I’ll eat you out, and I’ll do it better than he can.”

He moves closer, his voice low and certain, leaving no space for doubt.

Lochlan puts his hand on yours, his touch warm and steady, grounding you even as the tension coils tighter between you. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, slow and deliberate, like a silent question, waiting for your answer. Your eyes fall to his lips, his pretty, downright beautiful lips, making your heart thud in your chest.

“Lochlan…” you whisper, unsure whether it's a warning or a plea.

“Please, I’ll do anything you want me to, whatever it is that’ll make you feel good.”

He’s desperate to prove himself to you. He would rather risk everything, his pride, his heart, than just sit back and lose you to anyone else.

“We’re friends, best friends…” You mumble, almost like reminding yourself.

“Exactly,” he cuts in softly, “and best friends help each other out, take care of each other. Let me take care of you. It won’t change anything, I promise.”

You consider it for a moment, heart racing. You knew Lochlan wasn’t as experienced as you were, but there was something sincere, almost endearing, in the way he offered himself so openly.

Maybe this could be a learning opportunity for both of you.

“I’m down. Just remember, nothing changes between us.”

“Understood.”

The two of you wait a moment in nervous anticipation, the air heavy with unspoken feelings, before Lochlan finally makes the first move, his hand sliding to rest against your waist, steady and sure, yet gentle.

Slowly, inch by inch, the distance between you closes until your lips finally meet in the middle. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. 

You and Lochlan had kissed before, but only once, during a sleepover at his place back in middle school. Saxon had pulled him aside and told him to kiss you, insisting he couldn’t let his little brother start high school without having been kissed. So, of course, Lochlan did it. It was both of your first kisses, the kind of moment you never forget.

It was sweet and shy, both of you unsure, the awkwardness mixing with a strange, thrilling anticipation. 

This was a very different kiss.

He was hungry for you.

It was passionate, but slow. He had been waiting for this for far too long and didn't want it to ever end. His lips were soft as expected, moving sloppily against yours as the kiss deepened like you both couldn’t get enough. Just when you think your brain’s caught up to your body, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it, slowly releasing as you pull apart. You didn’t know who or what had taught him that, but you were thankful. 

A buzz from your phone sends both of your heads snapping towards it, hearts still pounding, breaths heavy in the thick silence. Your mystery man was calling, but he was the last thing on your mind. Your thumb hovers over the screen, ready to hang up, when Lochlan’s hand gently wraps around yours, steadying it.

“Answer it.”

“Are you crazy?”

Lochlan leans back, laughing at the sheer recklessness of his own suggestion, eyes glinting with challenge. You were clearly starting to rub off on Lochlan, and you didn’t know if that was a good thing. 

“And put it on speaker.”

Feeling compelled to obey, your fingers hesitate for just a second before you swipe to accept, answering the call with a nervous, “Hey...”

“Why have you been dodging my texts?” The guy’s voice pours from the speaker, smooth but kind of whiny, which you never noticed until now. 

“I’ve just been…”

Suddenly, Lochlan’s hands are on your shoulders, trailing a finger slowly down your neck, sending a shiver through you.

“Busy,” you say, voice lower than intended, breath catching as his touch lingers.

“Well, get ‘un-busy’, you should come over.”

His voice is insistent, almost whiny, as Lochlan peppers your neck with soft, teasing kisses that make your knees weak.

“No, no, like I said, I’m busy…” You say, trying to keep your voice steady, even as your breath hitches.

“You can’t be too busy for me.”

You close your eyes, Lochlan’s hands sliding around your waist, pulling you gently closer. Delicate fingers climb up your body, making you shiver. You glance down, catching your breath, only to see his hand had already disappeared under your shirt, slow, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world.

Every touch, every brush of his fingers, was a tease. Keeping you balanced on the edge, strung between wanting and waiting. And all you could wonder was how he was so good at it, how he knew exactly how to make you fall apart.

“You should get in the backseat,” Lochlan whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

You both clumsily clamber into the back, hearts pounding, hands fumbling, moving as quickly as you could, like you were running out of time. It’s a mess of limbs and heat as you both work to pull off your jeans, tangled in one another. You start to pull off your shirt when—

“Hello? Baby, are you still there?” the other guy’s voice cuts through the speaker.

You freeze, breath caught in your throat.

“Answer him,” Lochlan murmurs, that dangerously, sweet smile spreading across his face. You’d never be able to trust it again.

You reach over and pick up the phone, out of breath, trying to steady your voice. “Y-yeah, I’m still here.”

“Well, as I was saying…”

The words drift into the background, muffled and meaningless, as your eyes lock with Lochlan’s. The guy on the phone keeps talking, but you’re sure as hell not listening. Not while Lochlan's taking off your panties, and pulling you to his mouth.

“W-wait...” you gasp out, barely able to catch your breath, your hands gripping at his arms for something steady.

From the phone, the voice cuts through the haze.

“Baby, what is going on with you? Are you even listening?”

“I-I am, I swear,” you stutter out, your voice trembling just as much as the rest of your body.

Lochlan doesn’t have to say a word, his touch was doing all the talking. The way his lips brush against your thighs, fingers still drawing lazy circles against your skin, it was as if he was daring you to lose focus all over again.

He licks at your pussy lightly with an outright cruel smile on his face. He knew you wanted to beg; it was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t let it slip, effectively holding your moans hostage. He smiles up at you one more time before delving in, and eating your pussy like it’s all he’s ever known. 

Watching him was a quiet kind of torment, he was perfect. His eyes closed in concentration, every movement deliberate, giving you everything you needed. Then, as if he were trying to end you, he looks straight up at you through his eyelashes, eyes dark, half-lidded, and full of intent. Like a siren trying to lure you to your own undoing, completely at his mercy with every flick of his tongue. And it was beautiful, the way he was working tirelessly to massage your clit without ever taking his eyes off you.

Little did you know, he had thought about this a million times, jerked off to it even. Being able to taste you on his lips as he makes you squirm. It felt too good, to make you feel good and he'd be damned if he missed a second of it.

You grip his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands without thinking, and you can see him smile. He leans into your touch, as if begging you to pull him further. His hand rests on your stomach, holding you down when you try to squirm away. Pressing down harder when he starts sucking on your clit, anticipating the way your body would jerk. 

“I can't…”

��Yes, you can. Please… for me?” His eyes were wide, almost pleading, like a sweet, innocent lamb, full of vulnerability.

He rests his cheek against your thigh, the image of him nestled there looking so comfortable, messing with your head. It felt so right, the weight of his presence, the softness of his touch, it felt natural even though thinking about your best friend this way, even though it was the last thing you should be doing. 

You can almost imagine what it’d be like to wake up to see him kissing your thighs, the morning light casting a warm glow across his face as he gently pulls you closer, his lips soft against your skin. Then he’s start licking desperately at your pussy through your soaked panties, and fuck you through an orgasm with his fingers. Those thoughts alone make you vulnerable to whatever he wants you to do, and you don’t mind one bit. 

“Y-yeah…for you.”

“Are you with someone?” the guy asks, his voice distant through the phone.

But you don’t bother responding. The words stick in your throat, lost to the flood of sensation as the gates break loose and you finally give in to the pleasure Lochlan’s giving you.

“Come on, let him know how good I’m making you feel,” Lochlan says before getting back to work licking at your folds, and starting to stretch you out with his two fingers. 

You moan uncontrollably, your legs twitching as Lochlan holds them open, refusing to let them close even if you tried. He adds a third finger, hitting your spot over and over again, making you curl and shake. Your forehead rests against his, your breaths tangled, shallow and unsteady.

“You’re so amazing, taking my fingers like this,” he whispers, voice low and coaxing, as he guides his fingers in and out of you. 

“Who are you with—?” The voice cuts off, and your eyes snap open just in time to see the screen go dark, Lochlan’s thumb lifting from your phone.

He’d hung up on him.

“He doesn’t need to hear what happens next,” Lochlan says, his voice low and certain. “He doesn’t deserve it.”

The way he says it stops you cold.

And in that moment, you know. You know exactly what he needs, what he’s been aching for all along. You lean in, close enough that your words are just for him, and you decide to give him what he’s been so desperately needing to hear. That you’re choosing him, want him, and you need him more than you’ve ever needed anyone. 

“You’re so much better than him,” you whisper, your breath hitching with every word.

His response is wordless; he buries his face against your neck, kissing and lathering your skin in open-mouthed kisses, slow and hungry, each one leaving you weaker than the last.

“No one can touch me the way you can.”

“Keep saying that,” he moans against your skin, voice rough, almost desperate.

And you flood him with praise, every word making his grip tighten just a little more. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently as you grind yourself closer against him, chasing every ounce of friction you could steal.

“Wanna cum for you and only you,” you whisper, your voice soft but filled with certainty. He whimpers against your skin in response, a sound so raw and needy, like he himself didn’t even realise how much he needed to hear you say that.

Your bodies move in sync, perfectly matched as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, to that blinding release you’ve been chasing all along.

“Lochy, I’m gonna—”

You don’t even finish your sentence. His lips crash into yours, swallowing the words the moment they leave you, just as your body finally gives in.

You cry out against his mouth, your body spasming with wave after wave of your orgasm, his hands holding you steady through every shudder. You stay there for a moment before going limp in his arms. He lays soft, tender kisses on your skin as you come down, your body still trembling, as you look up and around at the interior of the car, your thoughts hazy but content. All you could see was Lochlan. Even behind your closed eyelids, every time you blinked, he was there. How he looked, how he felt…You wanted to replay it in your mind forever.

And of course, as you come back from your near-out-of-body experience, he’s there for you. Taking care of you like a good best friend does after eating you out so good you’re scared no one else could ever compare. After making sure you were okay, he pulls back slightly, his expression innocent but carrying a hint of a smile, like he’s quietly proud of the way he’s ruined you. Seeing his pretty lips covered in your slick made you go wild, and you knew you could go again at a moment's notice. When he goes to wipe his face, you stop him as quickly as you can.

“Let me,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper as you lean back in, your breath catching in your throat.

You press your lips to his, tasting yourself on his lips as you reach up and tug on his hair. And you’re happy to say it makes him moan, almost endearing in how pathetic it is. 

“So, I guess we should—” he starts slightly dazed from the kiss, but you quickly interrupt him. 

“We’re not done yet. Let’s see if you’re better at fucking me than him,” You say eyeing the obvious bulge in his pants, there was no way you were letting him get away with giving you a mindblowing orgasm with nothing in return. He was far too selfless, and you were more than willing to give him some much-needed relief. 

You pull him back on top of you as you fumble to get into his jeans. Even though you both promised it wouldn’t change anything, you’d be naïve to believe that. 

Masterlist

[riggedtrap]

https://discussingfilm.net/2024/11/01/boom-mic-speed-ratliff-saw-interview/

[crumb]

ok no one is gonna care about this but I decided to look at Speed Ratliff's imdb (the boom operator from Saw 2004 who was pictured wearing a crop top and denim shorts) just to see if he's still working and he is!! which is awesome. But then I also noticed that on top of doing the first Saw film he's also worked on Alien Code (2018) and Just Before I Go (2014), both films with Kyle Gallner and now that knowledge will be living in my head forever.

[rhymingwithpurple]

SPEED SPEAKS:

why was the saw boom mic guy serving cunt

[hsw3k]

What's better than this? Guys bein' dudes.

[princepoisoner]

the edible has me feeling like the white speed ratliff as the boom operator for saw 2004!

[richardvarey]

What to listen for

Music writer and educator Ben Ratliff (Every Song Ever: Twenty Ways to Listen to Music Now, 2016) thinks there is a better way to think about music than genre, structure, and language. He suggests we listen for repetition, speed, quiet/silence/intimacy, virtuosity, sadness, audio space, density, improvisation, closeness, loudness, and other features – because they are features of our life of…