#cowboy!art donaldson

[stanart4clearskin]

how about cowboy! art with californian! reader. art thought she would have a valley girl accent and be prissy but no. he absolutely adores her little accent especially when she’s moaning his name.

a/n: anon i could just kiss you. as a californian going to texas soon i felt this one in my bones

when you first moved to town, art was not happy. most guys were excited to get their hands on a girl that they hadn't known since diapers and most girls were excited to get someone new to add to their groups. art on the other hand wished that you would hop right back on the next plane and fly back to california. his deep hatred for californians started when he was around 10 years old. a few families had flown to his small little town for vacation and they were awful. the kids had relentlessly teased art about his accent even though they were the ones with the god awful valley accents that made him want to bash his head through a wall. they were stuck up and disgusting by the sight of mud which made art hate them even more. he expected you to be like them... and well you kind of were.

you had the classic valley girl accent and were constantly saying 'like' but surprisingly art didn't want to rip his ears off. in fact, he wanted you to keep talking. for months he would do whatever he could to make you keep talking to him because he was infatuated with your accent. there's something about the way words came from your mouth that made him want to kiss you stupid. your voice made him dizzy in a way that he couldn't explain. over the past few months of you moving into town, you had been giving art these looks. you'd be staring at his lips as he talked or staring at his biceps as you watching him work on his family's ranch. he didn't know if you were actually into him or just into the fact that he was a cowboy. it wasn't until you had straight out told him that you liked him that he finally could believe it.

from then on, most days were spent in either tangled up in the back seat of your car or in art's sheets. remember when art said he loved your voice? well art loved your little moans exponentially more. the way you would gasp as he pounded into you made him almost come the first time he heard the sound. ever since then he made it his life long mission to draw any sound out he can from you. he learns every inch of your body and what spots are sensitive.

he'll nip the spot right under your ear because you let out the cutest gasp when he does. when he latches onto your nipple, almost like a baby, the way you arch under him and moan in a high pitched squeal is absolutely delicious. as his fingers curl in you and you cry out, art swears he could get off on just the sound. and dear lord. the first time you moaned his name in that sweet valley girl voice of yours, he had to pull out and calm down for a few minutes just so that he wouldn't come on the spot.

[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

[sunsburns]

thinking about good ol’ dodge mason who is utterly in love and very much obsessed with you, his hot girlfriend. and i’m talking head over heels, would do anything, and everyone needs to know who his girlfriend is and how much he loves and adores you and.. well, how he gets to fuck you.

he keeps photos of you and him in his wallet. and he rotates the pictures around every week or so, and takes a new one of you whenever he can. it’s definitely not in a creepy or perverted way. totally not. just in a way that he can see you when he's away, or jerk off to something when you're gone.

he just loves to show you off, can’t believe a girl like you would be down to be for a guy like him. how you saw him in a crowded room, how you want him around, how you kiss him gently as the sun rises, how your laugh makes his stomach turn and cheeks flush, how you say his name in bed like he’s the only person in the world you know. the breathless, whiny moans of his name, slipping form between your lips, getting caught in the back of your throat. yea, he loves that shit.

[newrochellechallenger2019]

artrick but they're cowboys

[elysiasshit]

dodge standing/walking behind heather and natalie like their little bodyguard. i actually need him so bad. that’s my gf.

[heavenlyangel-xo]

sometimes all you have to say is fuck it and ride that horse, that horse being cowboy!art donaldson

that’s it thank u

[somniuslucis]

All I can think about is Cowboy!Art working for Cowgirl!Reader’s father (and ranch owner) as a ranch hand after having spent his whole childhood growing up with you (and Cowboy!Patrick). You finally finished up grad school for ag/business and came back home to your family home to help run the ranch. Cue the slow burn of catching up with the boys and slowly falling in love with Art whilst Reader struggles with feeling at home after spending time at university…

EXTRAS:

Patrick keeps trying to convince you to introduce him to your hot grad girlfriends whilst also giving Art hell by dropping not-so-subtle digs/hints at Art’s feelings toward you.

Cowgirl!Reader showing the boys that she hasn’t forgotten a thing about riding broncos or cutting horses and Art is just falling even more head over heels in love with you.

County fair/carnival!

Art and Pat working as a team breaking broncos and roping cattle

Patrick asks you out because Art can’t work up the courage to and “she’s the boss’s daughter and my friend, Pat. Yeah, she’s gorgeous, but there’s just too much at stake.” This leaves Art grappling with his feelings and eventually pining after you and SEETHING with petty jealousy while Patrick takes you out.

The “date” with Patrick is completely platonic. You call Patrick out on why he asked you out and Patrick confesses to wanting to talk to you about you and Art’s feelings for each other (and Art does not know this).

Maybe a heated argument leads to a heavy makeout between the reader and Art and smut ensues? (read a fic about Art sitting there SMUG after sex and now I can't stop thinking about it).

[jilllovesmike]

Thank you Soho Place.

[mportality]

Bot drop !

CHALLENGERS

Art Donaldson

⟡ | Cowboy!au.

⟡ | Stepbro.

These bots are both remakes, just to test out my new layout with descriptions and such !

[stanart4clearskin]

wait how would you guys feel abt a cowboy!art social media AU

[sunsburns]

dodge mason snapping his belt. that’s all i have to say.

SMUT 17+ ; slight bondage; implied smut

i like to think it would be a way to tease you, where the sound of the snap is enough to have you excited, laying on your shared bed, leaning back on your elbows as you watch him standing by the edge of the bed.

he's putting on a show for you, from the moment he started to unbutton his top, leaving it half open for you to have a good look at his chest. then he went to unbuckle his belt, pulling them out with one swift movement and snapping them in front of you.

you can feel yourself smiling, from how he holds the belt with his teeth and starts pulling his shirt off, then pushing his pants down. his slow, taunting, movements while he keeps looking at you, his eyes never moving from yours.

then he starts to crawl onto the bed, smirking at you when you reach to take the leather belt from between his teeth with raised brows. "you gonna tie me up, cowboy?"

he chuckles, "might have to."

before he leans down to kiss you, he tries to take his hat off but you stop him. "keep it on for tonight. i think i'll be fun."

[yameoto]

CHALLENGERS bots! except it’s more like art with a small side serving of patrick

art donaldson ✦ | patrick's sibling ( off limits! ) ✧ | stalker. ✧ | cowboy!au. patrick zweig ✦ | pissed off / pent up!

[almadelsur]

What if I suggested dodge mason as art donaldson’s weird allusive cousin from Texas that he never sees bc they have literally NOTHING in common and who is just so so so sick of ppl comparing him to art and telling him he just looks so much like the rising tennis star.

And what if I said that during a family gathering, art decides to bring reader along and introduce his new girlfriend. Which of course makes all of their aunts and uncles turn to dodge to pester him, asking him when will he be settling down and bring a girl round. And dodge just has so much on his shoulders that this stupid rivalry between him and his cousin is truly the last straw. He just gets so frustrated and in such desperate need for release and validation over his fucking golden sparkling cousin, that he decides to get his own back at art and show you alllllllll the ways that cowboys are better than tennis players. After all, what experience do tennis players have with riding this hard?

[daydreamlib]

⋰˚☆ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘. 𝙫𝙤𝙡. 𝟯

𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡

♡ — 𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 | 𝖺: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

♡ — 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

♡ — 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼. 𝗏𝗈𝗅. 𝟣

♡ — 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼. 𝗏𝗈𝗅. 𝟤

╰ ⌗ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

dilf!art (art donaldson; s)

pointers (art donaldson; s)

dressing up (art donaldson; s)

cowboy hat (art donaldson; s)

kiddo (art donaldson; s)

where art thou? why not uponeth me? (art donaldson; s)

aftercare (patrick zweig; s)

college senior (patrick zweig; s)

pets and praises (patrick zweig; s)

move in (art donaldson; f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘀

baby fever (s)

elf cosplay (s)

mating press (s)

take what you need (s)

for you, never (f)

there she goes (f)

jealousy, jealousy (s, f)

you live in my dream state (s, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝘇𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆

passed out (s)

caught (f)

who's got him smiling like that? (f)

making out (f)

kindred spirits (a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗽𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝘁𝗿��𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀

comfort (f)

oblivion (dark!paul; s, a, f)

the death of a star (s, a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀

anchor, pt. 1 (carl grimes; a)

anchor, pt. 2 (carl grimes; a)

anchor, pt. 3  (carl grimes; a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸 

indulge (s)

alone together (s)

an even exchange (series; s)

╰ ⌗ 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘁 '𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿'

letters addressed to you (a)

you heart i will choose (f)

tired (a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳 

sex tape (stiles stilinski; s)

riders on the storm (stiles stilinski; s)

dominance (theo raeken & scott mcall; s)

[snlsage]

guys it's not "cowboy" art donaldson, it's actually dodge mason. please

[jesuistrestriste]

Cowgirl reader x art when

𐚁 ✮⋆˙ needy!art donaldson x cowgirl NSFW 18+

—

art doesn’t even know why he agreed to go with patrick down south for an impromptu boys trip.

it’s stickier down there; the humidity so high that the air is practically drinkable.

the heat suffocated him and climbed down his throat the second he got off the plane, and patrick had unsurprisingly laughed at him when he developed sweat stains on his tee shirt after only ten minutes in the uber to their hotel. it wasn’t his fault, he just never handled high temperatures well.

he blamed the desert, or whatever hellish fire-breathing beast was desecrating this part of the country with such unimaginable warmth. he could hardly think straight with the way his clothing clung to his heat-prickled skin.

he regretted going on the trip from the moment they touched down at the airport. he wished he had stayed back home, then at least he could get some time on the courts. but no.

and so he ruminated on the idea that he shouldn’t have come.

that is, until he and pat went out to a bar that first night.

patrick had already gotten drunk in the first twenty-five minutes and was feeling up a stranger, staggering with them off into a booth buried at the back of the establishment to get handsy. art’s eyes had rolled so far back that he was sure the earth had almost tipped with them.

he leaned over the busy bar, sipping his underwhelming tequila soda until he felt someone different slip into the space next to him.

a woman.

a pretty—no, sexy one at that.

glossy lips, a loose tee shirt that hung off of one shoulder (pink bra strap on display), dark flare jeans that hugged her in all the right places, brown leather boots, and a cowboy hat.

she couldn’t look more typically southern. but fuck, she was hot.

she turns her head and smiles up at him, her hat tilting up with her neck’s movement to expose more of her face.

“hey,” she hums, her eyes scanning him up and down before he can even speak, “… you’re not from here, are you?”

her voice is warm and silky, like dark chocolate. it floods his brain and immediately dilutes his thoughts into incoherent ramblings.

god, why hasn’t he said anything?

say something, damnit!

“ha..! no, no.. not from here,” art chuckles out nervously after a brief clearing of his throat.

she just smirks. putting her pearly whites on display for everyone to see. or maybe just for him..?

“yeah, i could tell by the way you’re dressed.”

was.. was that an insult?

is he supposed to laugh?

shit, she smells like the most delicious—

the thoughts in his brain are cut off abruptly when he feels her hand on his chest, dragging down.

oh fuck.

“relax, city boy,” she purrs with an intoxicating drawl, her free hand taking the hat off of her own head and placing it on top of his blonde curls, “i didn’t mean to get y’all worked up.. i’ll buy you a drink, hm?”

“i.. uh, i mean— okay, yeah, uhm, sure. i’ll take a drink..”

—

an hour comes and goes, and then art somehow winds up in the back of the girl’s car; parked on the outskirts of the small gravel lot.

it’s a shiny, cherry-red convertible. fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror. a picture of a well-groomed black horse tucked into the driver seat’s personal mirror (which she flipped up once the two of them were taking off their clothes).

patrick was still somewhere in the bar, preoccupied, so art felt less guilty about letting this woman drag him out the backdoor towards her vehicle. all it had taken was one sloppy kiss, and then he was willingly trailing behind her like a sick dog.

art can hardly process that now they’re completely naked; his flushed back sticking to her leather seats as she sinks down on his cock. a shuddering groan is pulled forcefully from his chest, spilling out in the next instant. he feels his balls draw up once, twice, three times in response to the feeling of her tight cunt gripping around him, and he swears he could almost come right then and there. she’s like a fucking goddess.

“can you handle me?” she smirks down to him, starting to rock her hips rhythmically like she’s riding a mechanical bull, “i wanna hear an answer, darlin’…”

“can’t—“

ugh, he’s choking on his words. shaking hands holding her waist with the desperation of a guy who hasn’t gotten laid in over a year. he’s allowed to be a bit pathetic.

“can’t?” she repeats, bouncing now on his slicked-up shaft, her nails running down his tensing abdomen and leaving red stripes in their wake.

he shakes his head, a loud whimper and gasp following suit. his thighs are starting to tremble. toes already started curling thirty seconds ago.

“can’t— can’t last, not gonna last—“

the woman just laughs lowly and rolls her pelvis in slow circles. art’s body vaults up in response, pushing against her weight on top of him as he feels a blurt of precome erupt from his tip and surround him in the condom— daring him to disappoint her and let it all go before he gets the go-ahead.

“ohh… aah— you really aren’t from around here, are you? poor lil’ thing…”

he doesn’t know why that statement from her makes his gut stir with pre-orgasmic convulsions. he’s trying to meet her movements with his own thrusts, but he’s losing stamina fast. every buck of his body into her pussy sends a sharp bolt of pleasure right up his spine. he’s sweating almost as much now as he was when he first arrived. probably moreso, if he’s honest.

and shit, he can’t be anything but honest at this point.

she’s making him forget everything he ever disliked about this part of the country.

she’s making him feel like her pussy could solve all of his problems.

she’s making him feel like… like… like—

“oh, god—!” he hiccups, squeezing into her torso, head tipped back and biceps curling as he tries to tug her down closer, “i’m sorry, i can’t hold it— i’m gonna come, can’t— can’t stop-!”

she giggles, and then there’s the voice again. warm, smooth, low. dripping right into the crook of his neck.

“alright, city boy,” she whispers, “come then.”

and that’s all it takes.

art’s eyes squeeze shut, his jaw slacks, and he lets out the most desperate strangled cry as he feels the scorching waves of pleasure consume him from all sides. he feels his cock kick against her palpating walls, pulses of his sticky white release webbing on the inside of the latex.

he’s practically vibrating by the time the aftershocks roll around, his baby blues looking up dazedly to the smiling woman still connected to him. her hands cup his flushed cheeks, her thumbs wiping beaded sweat from his temples and his forehead.

“there ya go… thaaat’s it, darlin’… let it all out…”

art sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpers as he feels his dick stir inside of her, threatening to shoot again just from her words.

“haah… ha-aahngh… hnngh,” he quakes, gasping for air and trying to calm himself down, “h-how did… ngh— how did y-you do that t-to me..?”

trying not to sound so utterly wrecked is easier said than done, he’s realizing that now. he really can’t prevent it- he’s nothing more than a limp mess underneath her perfect form.

he winces and hisses softly with sensitivity when she torturously rocks just once more over his spent parts.

“oh, honey,” she laughs, “we just do it different down here.”

… god, he loves the south.