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[witharacket]

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[this-is-macy]

I love Cowboy Dodge Mason, but Waiter Dodge Mason is very important to me.

[jilllovesmike]

Oh Dodge. Natalie didn’t deserve you.

endless gifs of dodge mason // 1/∞

[leclercstars]

save a horse.

dodge mason x reader

Summary: You're annoyed about getting paired with Dodge for a group project. He's quiet, cold, and you find nothing about him appealing (at least, that's what you're telling yourself.) Things start to take a turn when you end up having to work on the project in his bedroom, and suddenly, Dodge becomes the teacher.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+! protected sex, slight daddy kink, dom!dodge, nipple play

author's note: you all asked and you shall receive! god i love dodge mason (and you should too.)

“And you’ll be with Dodge Mason” the professor said when she got to your name on the class list. You thought you would be able to avoid group projects in community college, but apparently not. Dodge didn’t even shoot you a glance when the professor announced you as partners, so things were surely off to a great start.

He always sat in the very back, head low, kept to himself. He never raised his hand to answer a question or chime in on a discussion, and he always hurried out as soon as the professor dismissed class. You had seen him out at parties on occasion, chatting to one or two other guys in the corner. He looked good at parties, blue jeans and a tight t-shirt was a good uniform for him, especially when he added a cowboy hat. But his mysteriousness was unappealing, you found the whole “brooding cowboy” thing to be more cold and standoffish than sexy.

“Dodge! Dodge!” you chased him out of the classroom. You caught up with him and his expression hardly changed when he saw you. “What time should we meet to work on this?”

“8pm tonight sound fine?” he scrawled his address out on a piece of notebook paper and handed it to you.

“Sure! See ya then!” your cheeriness did not impact his mood, and you scoffed as you headed back to your car.

You did not find Dodge Mason appealing at all, but you found yourself standing in front of your mirror at 7:30 p.m. making sure that your outfit looked good. Your skirt was short, your shirt was tight. Why were you doing this? You kept trying to convince yourself you saw nothing in him, but your mind kept flashing back to the way his arms looked in those t-shirts that fit him so right. You threw on a hoodie so you at least seemed a little more casual.

He answered the door as soon as you knocked, and you walked in to quite a few folks in the dining room.

“Sorry, my sister has friends over. We’ll have to work in my room,” Dodge said as he led you down the hallway.

Why was your heart beating faster? You were just going in there to work, and it's only because you can’t go anywhere else.

His room was just as you expected it to be. Gray walls, navy bed sheets, decorated with rodeo trophies and a couple vintage cigarette ads.

“Neat room,” you said, even though it was boring as hell.

“Thanks.” he sat on one edge of the bed and you sat on the other, it felt like there was miles of distance between you- both physically and mentally at this point. Your legs were crossed tight, as you realized maybe wearing a skirt was not the best outfit choice for doing homework on a bed. The two of you got to work, talking about nothing except the work at hand. You were getting so bored, and your mind started to wander. His concentrated face was unfortunately very attractive, as he bit his lip looking down at the paper. His hands were huge, made evident by how small the pencil looked in them. His t-shirt was once again, tight. Hugging every muscle in his arm. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You took off your hoodie, revealing the crop-top you had on.

“Sorry, all this writing and concentrating is making me hot,” you laughed sheepishly.

“No problem.” Dodge replied plainly, although you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes suddenly scanned your body. He wasn’t even trying to hide it, as they lingered on the curve of your hips and the peaks of your tits, visible over the neckline of your shirt. Your face was getting warmer than the sun.

“I need a break, why don’t you tell me about these trophies?” you shot up and stood by his dresser, desperate to form some sort of connection with this man.

“Alright,” he stayed on the bed. He began explaining each one in pretty great detail. If you couldn’t physically get close to him, at least this was helping you get to know him better. There was a big one from when he was kid that had a particularly funny story to go along with it, and you held the shiny gold cup, facing away from the bed. You didn’t notice the way he slowly got up, coming up behind you and sneaking his hands around your waist. Your breath hitched, the smell of his musky cologne apparent as his neck was mere inches from your face. He turned you around to face him, fingertips never leaving the exposed skin between your shirt and skirt.

You stared up at him, eyes dark and low. It wasn’t his usual uninterested stare. No, this was lust, a throbbing, aching lust. God, he was so tall. You nearly had to tilt your head all the way back to even make eye contact. He cupped your face with both hands and pulled you in, kissing you in a way that you had never been kissed before. It was as if his lips were a key and yours were the lock, they fit perfectly together. His tongue found its way down your throat as his hands started to gently roam, tracing every curve and pausing as he found your ass under the skirt. He cupped your ass and squeezed, hard, earning a moan from you into his mouth. You could feel him smile against your lips as he squeezed again, making you press your body into his. Fuck, his abs were so tight and so defined you could feel them through the fabric. You looked up at him again with pleading eyes and he smirked before leaning right next to your ear.

“You wanna learn how to ride?” he whispered. You knew he was cracking a joke but god it felt so serious in that moment.

“Yes daddy.” you groaned back. Woah. He had never asked you to call him that, and you were not the type to just bust that word out usually.

“Fucking christ I need you so bad,” he hoisted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to the bed. So “daddy” was well received. He flung all the notebooks and paper to the ground with one swipe of his arm. He was holding you up with one arm, giving you a chance to realize how strong he truly was. He tossed you down on the bed, rough but making sure he didn’t hurt you. His shirt came off almost immediately, and you happily helped him undo his belt buckle so you could see more of him. His cock was already throbbing through his boxers, just coaxing you to sit on it. He had already pulled your shirt and skirt off, and expertly unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side and taking a moment as you laid there in nothing but a lacy thong.

“Goddamn,” he sighed, grazing his thumbs over your nipples, teasing you and only making you want his cock more. He started applying more pressure, doing gentle circles with his thumbs and pressing his erection between your legs. Your moans were soft as you bucked your hips into him with progressively more force.

“Easy,” he firmly placed his hands on your hips, steadying them and pressing them back down into the mattress. “That’s no way for a good girl like you to behave.”

Suddenly it was Niagara Falls between your thighs.

He kept playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting and flicking, seeing how good it clearly made you feel. He wrapped his hands around your back and flipped you on top of him, quickly pulling down his boxers and exposing his cock, already slick with pre-cum. He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, looking at you as you straddled him.

“You ready baby?” he nearly cooed. You nodded and started to lift yourself up over him, but he decided to take control. His rough hands were planted firmly on the sides of your supple hips, guiding you onto his length. You were soaking wet, but he was so fucking big you could still only take half at once without flinching. He held you steady, waiting for you to get used to the feeling of him inside you. You both had locked eyes the moment he grabbed your hips, and neither had dared to look away, drinking in, being intoxicated by every emotion that crossed the other’s face. He slowly moved you down until you were fully sitting on his cock, gasping as the last inch pushed into your walls. Your hands were on his chest as you leaned forward, eyes now shut as you felt how close the two of you had become. Two hours ago he would barely say a word to you, now he was literally inside of you. He started rocking you back and forth, controlling your hips and making you feel so fucking good. Your clit rubbed against his abs as you rode, sparks zapping across your body every time he moved you in just the right way.

You were on top, but Dodge was fully in control. You were completely submitting to his touch, letting his hands do all the work. His body was doing all the talking he hadn’t done earlier, as he purposely thrust his abs up, knowing that was getting you closer and closer to the finish. You were starting to lose it, made completely stupid by how good his cock felt inside you.

“Fuck Dodge-daddy, fuck,” you were so so close, you could feel the orgasm starting to bubble up in your stomach.

Right as you were about to climax, Dodge sat up and leaned in.

“Cum for me good girl,” the thickness of his voice was enough to send you over the edge as you cried out, breaking free of his hands and grinding on him.

“Oh fuck me,” his head rolled back and the feeling of your pussy clenching around his dick was enough to finish him off, pulsating against your walls.

You slid yourself off him and collapsed onto his pillows, resting your head in the crook of his arm.

He started playing with your hair and the two of you just laid in silence, basking in the bliss of the sex you just had.

That was certainly one ride you never wanted to get off.

dividers by @.cafekitsune

[jilllovesmike]

[fandomcrazy6226]

Adding to this!!!

The main questions in my mind were

Who was the other judge besides Natalie

Who actually hit Dayna

And why was Cortez covering it up???

Like I guess you could say that last one isn't so much a cover-up as just more he was piling on to Luke to make the charge worse and to pull in Dodge but like... it was really easy to figure out what had actually happened on Luke's end so it clearly wasn't very effortful

no bc i have so many questions about panic that won't get answered and i am not fucking okay

who threw the scarecrow at heathers car?

whose really controlling the game?

who started it?

[diorgirl444]

cowboy! dodge mason x farmer’s daughter! reader ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ “your daddy would kill me if he heard what i’d been doing with his little girl ” “not his girl dodge, i’m yours”

actually love this one so much so i won’t be accepting any criticism sorry xxx

[beesartclub]

I need to be seen by my people. New account I wanna start writing ff again lmk if there’s a desire for this bc I genuinely I need him.

[my-turn-with-the-batdad]

Does anyone else remember this happening in that short Comic "Helena” for the Catwoman 80th Anniversary? Both Bruce and Selina were appropriately horrified. It's so unexpectedly wholesome, I'm not usually that fond of Tom Kings writing, but this was gold.

The fucking batbucket

Bruce no— 😭😭😭

[dodgesgirl]

he looks soo pathetic i just wanna fuck him

[buubsii]

The (kinda) long awaited Art Donaldson collage! [I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO POST THIS ON OTHER WEBSITES WITHOUT MY CONSENT.] (and a bonus Dodge and Art collage from before challengers premiered!) also it was so hard to find art pics on pinterest wtf??

[this-is-macy]

Mike Faist as Dodge Mason

Panic 1x08: Returns

[mikedfaist]

Boobs or butt w Mike Faist characters, which do they prefer?

Let’s start with the big 3…

Riff: Riff vowed he never had a preference, until he met you. Something about your boobs just sends him into overdrive, and he’s clawing his way up the bed to get to you. If the two of you are just cuddling, you best believe he has one hand up your shirt, holding firmly to a single breast like a child with a stuffed animal. It’s not even sexual to him at that point. If you two are in mid-argument, and you take your shirt off, he instantly retreats in surrender. “Okay, that’s not fair.” Argument completely forgotten.

Art: Alexis, will you play Dance (A$$) by Big Sean? THIS BOY… this boy loves a good ass. His favorite position is reverse cowgirl for a reason. He has the best view in the house. A close second is doggy. He’s the kind of boyfriend who will slap your ass in public without much shame, or shove his hand into the back pocket of your jeans when you’re walking around campus. One rule in is dorm is you can’t wear pants… he doesn’t make the rules.

Dodge: Controversial opinion, but Dodge loves both, and how dare someone ever favorite one over the other! When you’re making out, and his mouth is enclosed over your breast, you best believe he has a hand grabbing at your ass. He loves to fuck you in front of a mirror because he simultaneously gets to watch himself fuck your ass, but also watch your boobs in the reflection. That to him is his personal heaven.

Okay, now for some of his “deep cuts” as he puts it…

Gordie: Honestly, Gordie has no preference. He’s just happy to be there, which does have its faults. He sometimes doesn’t know where to put his attention, or his hands. He wants to caress your boobs, but he also wants to grope your ass. He tries to do both with just one hand, but it doesn’t get the full effect he desires. He can’t have his attention solely on one, because he feels he’s missing out on the other. If he can’t give you his full, devoted attention, then what’s the point?

Arthur: He’s an ass guy, in the sense he loves his ass touched. When you’re making out, he loses it when you reach down to grab his ass. When you’re making out on the beach, rolling around in the sand, and you reach down to grab his ass to push him farther into you, he’s done for. When you’re walking around and you jokingly slap his butt, you’re the only one laughing. He’s definitely divided if he wants to be pegged…but that’s a conversation for a different time!

[leclercstars]

and if i start writing fanfic about this man… what would y’all do…

[jilllovesmike]

Mike and Austin

[dailyhalseys]

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